self against a nonmodernresiduality that alist metacommentary. This is something
no longer obtains in postmodernity as he evades to the extent that his signifiers such-or rather, whose absence defines do not quite float freely but are distanced this last), then Jamesonian postmodern- by a Marxism that amounts to asort of ity might be defined as a pointof arrival regulative idea,and for Jameson seems to that can never quite bemet since its ap- consist, at minimum, of the determinate proach musttrigger a fatal crisis to a sys- relation of economic base to cultural tem that only apparently takes the form superstructure. Yet his telling of the fuof Parmenidean stasis but canonly be ture, with an imperfect deck, as a form sustained through expansion. of disciplined commentary tends to take Jamesons text thrives on melancholy, things as manipulable givens; such an since to take everythingas already known approach always threatens to reduce itself is a sourceof intellectual power but only to an essentiallybureaucratic or manageras compensation for a thoroughgoing pes- ial balancing of the ideological books. simism. And The Seeds of Time is more The more virtuoslc Jamesons shuffling a modernist than a postmodernist text, becomes, the greater our itch to replace the whose aspiratlon toward what Jameson whole deck. Jamesons resistance to the calls, with reference to Platonov, scrip- anti-politics of contemporary critiques of tural status is hardly disguised by an foundationalism, essentialism and ostentatious brandishing ofreferences, totalization is bracing indeed. If only presumably meant to tweak academic sen- he would riskreifjing his thinking enough sibilities, to such low-cultural forms as to venture a criticizably global theoryof science fiction. Jamesonhas commented his own-rather than simply an ingenious elsewhere on the sense of arbitrariness and method that seems to know everything dlsposability engendered by poststructur- in advance. 0
Selena Aside ANA CASTILLO
he news of the murder of 23year-old Selena,the Tejana diva,
resounded like a sonic boom throughout the Spanish music world on March 31-from Madrid to Medellin, Flushing to Albuquerque, East L.A. to Miami Beach. On the threshold of crossing over to the mainstream, Selena, Grammy Award-winner and idol, primarily but notexclusively, ofSpanishspeaking youth,was in the process of recording her first English-language CD and had just madeher Hollywood debut in a cameo in the new Marlon Brando film, Don Juan DeMarco. Although English was her strongest language, she had preferred the Tejano-style music of her home state. Selena, platinum-hit artist, Texan through and through, ultimately remained an exotic enterprlse, testing the waters at the momentof her untimely death for investors interested inthe potential big-buck return ofher Spanish-speaking fans. (People, sensing the potential, put her on its cover the following week-but only in
Ana Castdlos works include the novel
So Far From Godand thepoetry collectron My Father Was a Toltec (both Norton) and Critical Essays: Massacre of the Dreamers (New Mexico).
wield greater influence over the thinking
of 12-year-olds than their parents or teachers on any given day. In a society and age in which human and natural resources are expendable, wasted at anunforgivable and irretrievable rate for the sake of multicorporate interests, we replace our heroes from oneday to the next for the sole purpose of satiating an immediate personal and collective need. Latinos-that notoriously fastestgrowing demographic mass spreading throughout the country, generally underrepresented at every level of the mainstream-hunger for and devour Latino celebrities who manage any manner of success. We adore our boxers and baseball stars, our crooners and actors. Just as the mainstream does.We are not so sure of our politicians, thinkers, writers and visual artists. Just like the mainstream. Nevertheless, the popular politician, just like the popular songbird, is brought up andcarried on the shouldersof his or her ardent public for the purpose of serving that publics needs.To the celebrity we attribute all the characteristics of a deity. And yes, deities are created by us to serve our needs and desires, to hold us accountan edition for the Southwest, where it able to ourselves and to one another, perassumed Selenas mourners would line haps, but mostly-mostly upon these up for it by the thousands; elsewhere, it all-too-fallible human beings we bestow featured a different cover.)Without ques- the grace, burden and promise of immortion, Selena was a class-act performer tality. For a time, the public assures the who endeared herself to Latinos of all celebrity he or she can d o no wrong, say ages everywhere. Misrepresented by the no wrong. The gods are beyond reproach. English-speaking media as the Hispan- They are fulfilling a void, a collective ic Madonna (and mocked after death thirst, and todaywe cant get enough of by shock jock Howard Stern, who later them. Tomorrow, however, we may blast apologized in gringo Spanish)her ad- them right off the very pedestal we placed herence to family values brought her them on and think that it IS our right. In favor from olderlisteners while she daz- a society that has forgotten itsmanners, zled the hormones of youths with her these throwaway icons are our nobility, balladeering-luscious red mouthand chauffeured,celebrated,toasted and cumbia-hip gyrations in tight Spandex roasted, honored guests of the President outfits (which she designed and promot- and guaranteed money-making endorsed through a new chain of boutiques). ers of any product they choose-the WarSelena, gunned down, ironically by the hol declaration of fame accelerated to fifformer president of her fan club, could teen seconds, and then youre out. verywell have proved to be a milliondollar-baby worldwide investment. elenas end is truly a sad story. It Selena aside, we live in and are part bears, because of her youth and perand parcel of a society whose gods and ceived unblemished morality, all the eargoddesses aremade of entertainment and marks of a tragedy. Although I would athletic material, the objects and some- not like to think of her life as a tragedy times the victims of wheeling and deal- in the classic sense, that is, inevitably ing investors negotiating mind-boggling tragic, like the Greek myth of Iphlgenia, sums. Rappers picked out of New York whose warrior-king father offered her up subway stations turnedmillionaires over- as a sacrifice to appease the gods, still the night by savvy promoters. Basketball Di- time may have come when we would simonysuses endorsing products-from ex- ply have grown bored with Selena. I sugpensive athletic shoesthat teenagers will gest this with respect for the dead but literally kill for to high-energy drinkswith an eye to the capriciousness of the
The Nation.
May 29, 1995
765
living. Once a god or goddess begins to
act like one, who hasoverstayed that visit in the limelight, we really don't have much use for him or her anymore. The mainstream media and perhaps "Green plans" are cornprehenslve most people east of theMississippi may envlronmental strategles chat have heard the name Selena forthefirst represent the most effectwe tool time when she died and assumed that her yet developed to protect and appeal lay largely "among her own peosustain the global envlronrnent ple," so to speak. Last year the mass media did not hesitate fora moment to In thls book, Huey D. Johnson feature the sulcide of a young white male provides the first detailed and drug-taking rock star because they still understandableexamination of presumed that such a figure personifies the theory, Implemencatlon, and American youth. Furthermore, the meperformance of green plans as dia suggested that this presumed repreexemplified in natlons such as sentative of the American twentynothing age might send his peers en masse (or at the Netherlands, Canada, and least one or two) to follow his example New Zealand. Plans currently and endit all. In anycase, those kinds of under consideratlon in Norway, speculations sell copy. I'm sorry I can't Sweden, Denmark, Austrla, che mention t h u rock god's name, as I seem United Kmgdom, Germany, to have forgotten it. Huey D. Johnson But Selena,not qulte24 at the time of Singapore, and the European her murder, was part of a generation here Foreword by David R. Brower Community are also discussed and abroadfor which the Hollywood view of Forrest Gump as American hero is not representative. Selena's generation comprises indlviduals whose parents have migrated, merged and commingled with the At 600krtorps University of Nebraska Press Lmcoln NE 800-755-1105 enemy. They are Jewish/Protestant, Anglo-Insh, African-American Catholic, ready-for-the-White-HousePuerto Rican, cornfed, milk-bred Mexican-Polish Midwestern. They are salsa-dancing Laotian from East L.A. They are bilingual, bicultural, bisexual-individuals giving the term multlculturalism kaleidoscopic dimensions. Theirdesire for love and lovemaking is threatened by the omnipresence of AIDS andcrack in theirlives and in the lives of their unplanned babies. They speak the samelanguage and rock to the same beat. What do we know of them-those of us not of that generation, of their world? Among these tooOur Nation baseball caps come in two strlking styles: from preadolescents to young adultsBasic black with whlte Nation logo. were Selena's people. The mainstream l%o-tone (100% unbleached natural cotton) wlth red Natlon logo and brim media-radlo, television, major newsBoth stylescome m one size with an adlustable strap. Each baseballcap 1s only %11.95*. papers-are just plain mistaken to asor go cap-crazy and buy three or more for $9.95+ each. sume that the race, gender and class pol" " " " " " " " " " 1 itics that ruled In the past hold any water Quanlrty Mrnounl at all for our youth today. Black wrfh Whrte It is an unwritten law of society that the children we have brought into the - White wrth Red world rebel, shake up the very foundation Check enclosed for $TOTAL their parents established in response to Name: the needs that undoubtedly rose from all Address the good andall the bad that they inherSfafe city ZIP lted from the preceding generation. On Marl check or moneyorder m U S currency IO Nafron Caps, 72 FrJth Avenue, and on it has gone and goes. With the exNew York, N Y 1001. *New York resrdenfsadd sales tax. Forergn orders add 33 % ", ception, of course, that there is a differL""I"""""""~~ ence here, a brg one,as massive andas
Green Plans Greenprint for Sustainability
Stand Out in the Crowd
I I I I I I
I 4 * I I I I 3
The Nation.
766
1995
May 29,
Samurai Slackers
formidable as the terrorizing tracks
said to be left by Bigfoot: This generation will not be led exclusively bywhites and andrugs, shocked the establishment by winswerable, if to anyone, only occasionally TERRA BROCKMAN ning the Akutagawa Prize, the countrys to blacks; and amongits most articulate COIN LOCKER BABIES. By RYUMUhlghest literary award.In thetwo decades voices will be women. rakaml. Kodansha. 393 pp. $23. since, he has remained a provocative and Selena was no fatal cynic ofthe X genprolific presence in the Japaneseliterary eration we have beentold about, distrustophocles Greece had its moun- and media worlds, publishing over thirty ful of her parents and authority, foultaintops; urban America has its works, hosting a late-night TV talk show, mouthed, abusive to her body and soul dumpsters; contemporary Japan establishing his ownrecording label and through drugsand disgust with life, conhas its coinlockers. Every socivinced that somehow society had cheated ety, it seems, has its own site of infanti- writing and directing a number offilms, her of her due. Now, as I see it, as the cide. In Japan,so rigidly structured that including TokyoDecadence (1991). Yet he mother ofa Latino pre-teen, I am all too even ones garbage is closely monitored, remains virtually unknown inthe United aware of how the entertainment industry train station baggage lockers have be- States save for a small cult following and has recently drenched the public not only come convenient and anonymous spots a few academics. with an ongoing paradeof movies, tele- to dump unwanted newborns. vision programs, mus~cvideos and CDs In Coin Locker Babies, Ryu Murathat dog women and anesthetize usto vio- kami (no relation, by blood or style, to lence, but also-the current fetish-gloHaruki Murakami, author of A Wild rify buffoonery. In view of this, perhaps Sheep Chase and Dance, Dance, Dance) Selena was not a household word yetbe- takes a few-colurnn-inch story that apcause of her clean-cut, married image. pears all too often in Japanese newsFor an instant, however, the time it papers and expands it into a 400-page takes to witness a meteorite streak across novel. Kiku and Hashi,its protagonists, the sky-if youre lucky, if you havethe are abandonedby their mothers at birth: presence of mind to look up at that inThe woman pushed on the babys stomstant-a talented and vibrant, ambitious Born in 1952 in the western port clty ach and sucked ~tspenis into her mouth, and hard-working young performer enof Sasebo, the site of a large US.military it was thlnnerthan the American menchanted her public and gave us the gifts base, Murakami was greatly influenced in thols she smoked and a blt slimy, like of her many talents. But perhaps her his formative yearsby theculture of raw fish. She was testing to see if the greatest gift was the hope her example American G.1.snext door-jazz and rock baby would cry, but the little arms and gave to thousands of young people who muslc, casual sexual liaisons, illicit drugs. legs were still, so she peeled away the adored her and emulated her style. UnIt 1s thls world and its pervasive sense of plastic wrapping over its face. Shelmed like the male rock star who, having killed a cardboard box with towels, laid the alienation from bourgeois values that inhimself, gave his fans a taste of ultimate baby inside, and taped the box shut. form thetwo novelstranslated into Engfatalism, Selenas life,not death,offered lish before Coin Locker Babres: Almost From the first sentences of this apocJOY to so many who admiredher-from Transparent Blue and 69, which follows field workers to the urban unemployed, alyptic picaresque, the reader enters a the disaffected youth of a provincial high poor brown and countless others who claustrophobic, nightmarish realm-and school through the Japanese counterin that realm glimpses the underside of elsewise may have givenover to despair. culture of 1969. Because of her example and because of present-day Japan. Along with KenzaMurakami can come across as merely buro Oe, Shusaku Endo and Yuko Tsushithe ground she broke, although exotia chronicler of sex, drugs and rock and ma, Murakami is one of a handful of cized, relegated to subculture status, perroll in his books, or as a dilettante sipping contemporary Japanese writers who inceived as foreign in the country of her whiskey and chatting with attractive womsist on confronting and provoking readers, birth yet sticking stubbornlyto the lanen on his talk show, Ryus Bar. But unforcing them to pay attentlon to the psyguage of her heart, I am certain that the derneath much of his flction is a serious chic turbulence roiling just under the placvoid she has leftwill be filled with a new intellectual exploration of the nearly inid surface of the workaday lives of modSelena. And we will welcome her.We will ern Japanese. This surface ruptured re- visible byways of Japanese society. Thls need her. As all past great civilizationsGreek and Maya alike-adored their self- cently, transforming the calm, efficient, serious side also comes across in some of styled gods andgoddesses, their nobility clockwork world of the Tokyo subway his nonfiction. In E K Cafe (1989), a col(gods and nobility often being one and system into aghastly, surreal one uncan- lection of interviews with writers, scienthe same), we willadore our new Selena, nily similar to thatcreated by Murakami tists and artists thathe compiled with the composer Ryuichi Sakamoto (who did as much or even more than the one that in Coin Locker Babres. Murakami has been a household name scores for Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawjust passed. in Japansince 1976, when his first novel, m c e and The Last Empetwr),we encounWe wont, onehopes,dethronethe Almost Z?ansparent Blue, a graphic por- ter a writer intrigued by the behavior of next one so quickly, so rudely, picking off and disposing of our heroes, our all- trait of Japans demimonde of sex and the human animal, an animal that can even abandon its young. too-human deities, like lint off our coat sleeves. Nexttime, perhaps we wont feel TerraBrockman, a writer and editor livn Corn Locker Babres (srigmally pubour craving for our very own homemade ing in New York Cifu,writes about Japan lished in 1980), Murakami examines goddesss immortality so urgently that for a number of publrcations and is cur0 rently at work on a book about Errtrea. Japans post-postwar generations-the we love her to death.
Social Media Very Likely Used To Spread Tradecraft Techniques To Impede Law Enforcement Detection Efforts of Illegal Activity in Central Florida Civil Rights Protests, As of 4 June 2020