Anthony Barnett (London, OK): A strong article in today's Mail by Paul Kingsnorth in advance of his important forthcoming book Real England: The battle against the bland. He joins together an economic argument pitched in class terms against the influence of global corporations with a national argument, that the fight-back can't succeed if its politics is British based:
All around us, we can see the steamroller flattening out our lives. This street market is closing down, that corner shop disappearing. People feel something is wrong, but they just don't know how to stop it.
They moan to each other in pubs and write letters to local newspapers. But if they bother to complain, they are fobbed off. It is patronisingly explained to them that these are small, insignificant local matters, of no import in the grand scheme of things.
They must think about wider issues such as economic growth or the War on Terror. If they persist, they are called "Luddites" or "nimbys".
The subtext is that no-one has the right to defend the place where they belong. We should have better things to do with our time.
Well, I believe there are few better things to do. This matters — a lot.
And, though it's unfashionable to say so in polite company, I've realised that it is England rather than that political construct, Britain, that matters to me.
Not because I'm a jingoist who think it's better than everywhere else. Not because I don't like foreigners or have a visceral desperation to win the World Cup. Simply because it is my country, the place I was born and grew up in and where I belong.
I know its landscapes and history and feel connected to both. I couldn't write about Scotland or Wales in the same way, because I am not part of them and they are not part of me. For better or for worse, I am English.
But we are a confused people these days. Recently, a Scottish nationalist was telling me how successful the Scots have been in creating a renewed sense of national identity since devolution.
It puzzled him, he said, that the English couldn't do the same. "Why can't the English talk about their identity or culture?" he asked.
I didn't know what to say, because I don't understand it either. The English, perhaps uniquely among European nations, are becoming almost a de-cultured people.
From our high street shops to the vocabulary we use, we are becoming a cheap and nasty imitation of the worst of consumer U.S.
We have lost sight of who we are and where we have come from. We can't sing our own folk songs or, increasingly, cook our own national foods. We sneer at morris dancers while we sip our skinny lattes.
You can read the full article here; hat tip SecretPerson
