Tuesday, December 27, 2022

The Little Pope of Mystery

 “The Ego and Its Hyperstate – a Psychoanalytically-Informed Dialectical Analysis of Self-Interest” by Eliot Rosenstock, 2021

Woo.  This is a weirdly written book, like some breathless podcaster or telemarketer telling you he is going to reveal the secrets of the universe – or in this case, reality – but then keeps avoiding the ‘secret.’  Rosenstock’s main point seems to be that self-interest is the continuing motivation for all human beings, and that this does not lead to either capitalist self-centeredness or its seeming opposite, religious moralism and ‘unselfishness.’

Human ‘nature’ requires food, clothing, shelter and more.  It is well known that individual survival relies on aide from other people.  This is folk wisdom that every person knows and lives every day. Social reality contradicts the vicious reactionaries who promote a ‘human eat human’ capitalist ethos.  Those individuals living in isolated cabins, who have NO contact with the outside world, are few to none.  Even Dick Proenneke, the guy who hand-built his Alaska cabin along Lake Clark in the 1960s, used regular air resupply of certain items over his 30 years. Is community Rosenstock’s point?

In what can only be described as a constant, repetitive word salad of semi-Freudian, semi-Structuralist rhetoric avoiding concrete examples and method, Rosenstock tiptoes around using veiled illusions, obscure tacks and archaic jargon.  Do academics get paid by their use of the most jargon or the substitution of clear language for semi-nonsense?  Capitalizing words in the middle of a sentence to give it fake gravitas?  Do they win points by having no empirical basis or references?  You basically have to interpret certain words or text into clear terms.  For instance, ‘fantasy’ in his usage means ideas like racism.  Yet racism is not a fantasy, it is materially grounded in capitalist society and has very real effects.  Why call it a fantasy, unless you are breezily blasting some witless racist Twitter post? 

This is a familiar philosophic style that reads ‘bullshit’ to the layman.  It occasionally occurs in the Lacanian wanderings of Zizek.  (By the way, I just drove through Slovenia but did not stop at the statute of Zizek in Lubjiana.)  Here is a sample:  “Self-interest in process, which is what we are calling the Hyperstate due to its nature of being both outside the realm of consciousness, process-based, and frankly just quite large, is used to understand self-interest through the basis of fantasy.”  Which might mean:  The unconscious promotes self-interest and bad ideas even when we don’t know it.   You tell me.

You could probably write a parody of this bad Freudian game-playing, much as Sokol and Bricmont made fun of post-modernist French merde and got it published by a reputable academic journal.  (Fashionable Nonsense – Post-modern Intellectuals’ Abuse of Science” reviewed below.)  Where are Orwell and DF Wallace’s clarity when you need them?  (“All Art is Propaganda” and “Consider the Lobster” reviewed below.)  But I digress, or perhaps not.  Maybe his unconscious self-interest prompted him to be a pompous writer?  Perhaps getting a higher profile for his LA clinical psychology business called “Mind Diagnostics?”  Odds are not one health plan covers his business, so its mostly rich people that use his services in Freudian talk therapy.  Businessmen gotta do what they gotta do...

Anyway, I can draw no sensible analysis of this book, the first time ever.  Unless you are truly obsessed by very, very abstract Freudianism – a hyper- mirror of dream analysis, ego / superego, the unconscious and cockeyed dialectics - do not buy this book! It is like a bad dream.

Prior reviews on this subject, use blog search box, upper left, to investigate our 15 year archive, using these terms:  Zizek,” “The Melancholia of the Working Class,” “Psychology and Capitalism,” “Bright Sided” (Ehrenreich); “The Happiness Industry,” “Lost Connections” (Hari); “McMindfulness,” “Love or the Alternative.”

And I unfortunately bought it at May Day Books, which will not stock it again.

Red Frog

December 27, 2022

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