James Howard Kunstler
It’s fascinating to follow the coverage of Michael Jackson’s death, but especially the lavish tributes to his “genius” and general wonderfulness. He was, in fact, a monster, and an apt reflection of America’s extreme collective cultural confusion. He was a distillation of the lies America tells itself. He was infantile, grandiose, horrifying, and probably dangerous. His “accomplishments” as a grown man amounted to little more than a half dozen popular songs. The arc of his life may have been tragic, but it was a tragedy of his own making. His sudden end brings to mind a remark Gore Vidal made upon hearing about the death of Truman Capote: “Good career move.”
Harsh, Pitiless, and Brilliant.
