Discomfort Of This, Nostalgia For The Future

The article you are about to read has intrigued and even put uncomfortable its author. Take a book not without – on the contrary! – neither intelligence nor interest, which hints at the not-too-hidden ambition to present itself as a sort of “Guide of the Perplexed” for égarés “right” that in fairly recent times have gradually sold what they claimed their rightful birthright eticopolitica maybe not for a mess not of lentils, but maybe for a good portion of fettuccine with truffles, but that basically as have not been enjoyed or agreed with realistic cynicism reason of having a little ‘also sold the soul; and now, come back in part on their feet, try to ricucirsi a dress too hastily and clumsily they were ripped off. And keep in mind that the author of this article, up to years that are no longer just around the corner, but that should not be located even in the Quaternary, shared most of the positions of the authors of the book which is called upon to speak, and it considers too good acquaintances if not friends. No ill will, then, but even discounts. Let’s talk about a real discomfort, a no less authentic “nostalgia for the future”, probably of good intentions, some reticence and on several misunderstandings.

Tomorrow belongs to us. The title of the book written by Federico Eichberg and Angelo Mellone, whose subtitle sounds 150 steps to exit the Presentism (Soveria Mannelli, Rubbettino Publisher, 2011, pp. 180, 14 euros). A subtitle that sounds like a sacred promise, there is no doubt that it is necessary to get out “comes presentista” made of small, low selfishness, lack of ability to understand the past and plan for the future, the desire to appear and have no regard for the being (remember the old Erich Fromm?), the need to “visibility” and ephemeral. Perhaps less appropriate, also considering the quality of the two co-authors who are also university professors, is the structure of a book that presents itself consists of almost miniparagrafi aforismatici (the aphorism now seems a favorite extent by the publications “right”), with dashes of puns longanesiano-flaianesco like “For whom does the bell” or “from the Think Tank Pink Tank” and notes in order volume based on a bibliography mostly nothing short of journalism. In short, given the quality of the two co-authors, it is legitimate to ask why they have failed to ask from that point onwards, for them, ceased the pamphlet and began the challenging wise.

But at this point it must be said that detector is the title, paraphrase of the concluding verse of a song by certain persons or in certain circles very revealing and deadly serious. And even more so the Prologue, marked by two judgments, the first of which belongs to don Giussani (and so far …) and the second one – well, yes! – of my most beloved and revered Masters, the “fascist left” (almost a fasciocomunista) Beppe Niccolai, the legendary deputy MSI Pisa sixties-seventies with respect to which Bordiga was a liberal.

“Tomorrow belongs to us” it was the final verse and enthusiastically reiterated a beautiful song, the text of which he remembered, on a dall’elegiaco romantic-heroic keyboard, a German Lied. Et pour cause. His music was indeed that of a beautiful song performed by a boy of Hitler, made famous since the Seventies as part of a key scene in the film Cabaret. In reality, he did not belong to the real Nazi repertoire: To Morrow was called belong to me and was composed of two original, formidable authors of the soundtrack of the film, John Kander and Fred Ebb.

That song, with a more or less freely translated into Italian text, became the unofficial anthem of the “Hobbit Fields” of the New Right would inspire – but with much originality and freedom – with Alain de Benoist and what had then GREECE and that Italy had then found a prestigious and charismatic leader in his early twenties Marco Tarchi, a brilliant college Lombard naturalized Florentine who, as head of youth MSI, had nearly blown by popular way to his own age Gianfranco Fini which it was however established authority as dolphin Giorgio Almirante. This had led Tarceva – today authoritative political scientist at the University of Florence – out of the MSI (Party of which he was a city councilor in his hometown), and led him to found and animate a nice group of boys who were quite shaken off the dusty neo-fascist heritage (as then, provocatively, not disdegnassero certain paradoxical interpretations of the “immense and red fascism”: even their singing performances from here). Those boys were writing about literature and music; They loved Conrad, Melville and Kerouac; organized alternative rock concerts; they said enemies at the same time the American and Soviet collectivism liberalism (but they liked Che Guevara and argued that, between the capitalist and the socialist Coca Cola busby, cornered the second) would have much preferred. They were clerical and were not militant Catholicism profession, but pointed to a “resacralization of life” and therefore their authentic tutelary deity was Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, the father of the Hobbits on which they had focused the founding myth of their experience Community and who devoted their “fields.” Antitotalitarian and anti-statist, but very interested in the “social question” in a decidedly non-right perspective, they showed much inclination to philosophers such as Sorokin or as Tonnies, the theoretician of the “community”, the Gemeinschaft, versus the “Company”, the Gesellschaft.Somehow implicitly linked to the experience of Jeune Europe Jean Thiriart, who had been the inspiration of the non-aligned “MSI” MSI who had left ten years before them and they were a bit ‘their “elder brothers”, they were giving rise to a sort of “European socialism” to Drieu La Rochelle. They were also compared with some slightly older fuorischemi intellectual them with Massimo Cacciari in Florence in 1979, with the author of this article at Cison di Valmarino in 1981; and why it had attracted the attention alarmed by none other than the rotating group around Norberto Bobbio, who had undergone the “New Right” in a strict inquisitorial trial held – where else? – Cuneo, with accusing ruthless but intelligent as Marco Revelli and semidifensori cautious but courageous as Dino Cofrancesco. To the accusations of being left at the bottom of the sewer topacci fascists, they responded defiantly printing a newspaper that had gosh tooth and nail, “The Voice of the Sewer”.

From all the fervor of ideas, initiatives and intelligences, it has not resulted in anything on the floor of the proposed current policy. Maybe a little ‘too educated and honest, not to say naive, maybe a little’ too young and completely unrelated to the levers on the power play, those boys were unable to find any “noble father” who supported them and foraggiasse them. They lived some years occasionally fed by isolated and disinterested (so labile) sympathies of some erratic representative of the left, and finally broke up: some as Tarceva (which still continues to publish two interesting magazines, “Diorama” and “transgressions”) s’ indirizzarono study and research; others (few) returned to the ranks of the MSI or dispersed in other formations; still others sold themselves seriously to the journalistic profession, like the good Stenio Solinas, or continued to be a maverick at the crossroads of culture militant and political, as Umberto Croppi; still others sold themselves to intellectual experimentation without abandoning academic horizons or quality professional, like Monica Centanni and Peppe Nanni. Among them, some gave willingly hand to the one for a few months last years, had seemed a promising new springtime of a right on the road to free himself entirely from the misunderstanding and by Berlusconi blackmail and that still gives some signs of life in the FLI, with the positions of Granada or Perina (but to which the “national allies” very converged the PDL have blown the last flag, “The Century of Italy” ).

Eichberg and Mellone have their part of the most intelligent supporters of a political and intellectual recovery line, within the PDL, at least something of the legacy of the “New Right”: to which however refer only implicitly, with much caution and not without reluctance. Hopelessly now hostile to an FLI that appears to drift and while not far from their semisodali that animate “Charta Minuta”, however they work àmbito of what remains of the “social right” gathered around Gianni Alemanno and well represented by the book the latter, roots and the project.

But this is precisely the weakness of communitarianism which Eichberg and Mellone you are witnesses. The “New Right” tarchiana had ticked firmly by the old limits and the old borders between “right” and “left”; He had a decidedly Occidentalist cut; He not dealt with Mantener relations with politics cuisine beautiful country;pointed decisively to a new “European patriotism” that would overcome the impasse in which the continent had fallen as a result of the Yalta agreements that had hopelessly split in two and sentenced at the end of each process of unification that was not to Brussels / Strasbourg watched over by Washington and NATO communitarianism the “New Right”, the “We” proposed by Eichberg and Mellone, tip – and it is significant that he does sesquicentennial year in political and institutional unification of Italy, marrying (as opposed to the “New Right” tarchiana, in this hard revisionist) ideals unit Risorgimento although not without a keen reminder of the need to overcome old grudges in the search for a “shared history” – to brush the micro-nationalism Italian concealing the all over Europe, not saying a word about the great issues of globalism and globalization, talking s ì community but without any hint (in times of moral crisis and employment of young people, in times of indignados) to the social question. If someone has gone, last June 12, to vote on the four referendum taking arm Tomorrow belongs to us, could not draw any indication and was forced to express “conscience”, as proposed by the leaders of FLI and many PDL losing another opportunity to side with force and clarity; who gave rather listen to the many blogs in one way or another even sensitive to the outlook “tarchiane” could not but choose four beautiful is strong and round, no ifs, ands or buts.

Where was the “New Right”? No doubt in the direction of solid ethical and political identity, however, heedless of realistic and concrete political moorings. Where he has and continues for now to go the “New Right”? In the direction of tactical choices based on implicit recovery and as aseptic as possible of community values that would in itself also new wine, if they were not entered into the old wineskin of an Italian nationalism superficial and conventional mold, which is silent on European and world contexts and that – no answer – do not disturb the handlers of the center Westernist, Atlanticist, liberal: manovratori even able to share slices of the cake of power, patronage jobs, positions in organizations and state institutions, parastatals and private. This book is an intelligent effort and not devoid of ideas worthy of discussion: whose ultimate goal however, is to give an answer not scandalous to some “nostalgia” not of the future but of the past tense of a generation of young people now no so young that teenagers have joined the dream of a “different right”, able to come out unequivocally from neo-fascism tunnel while maintaining its specificity, which, in the “Hobbit fields”, was expressed in terms of communalism strong connotation Europeanist, social and – at international level “- terzaforzistico.Vanished that dream, one she had also pointed intellectually, she was the bad conscience of what is seen as a shameful “betrayal” and that in fact it is perhaps precisely this. From here the “recovery partial and superficial”, which in fact is simulation if not fiction.

The litmus test of all this is a slip surely intended. Recalling with accents of sincerity those old “meetings between rebel” Fields of Hobbits of the Seventies (a mythical past to Eichberg and Mellone, who were born in ’71 and ’73), the first page of the book, just below the quotes (paradoxical and their way esattissime) Don Giussani and Niccolai, are cited among the great ethical-political-epic myths that inspired those fields the “steel heart of the trenches on the Isonzo”. Herein lies the mystifying key, hence the symptom that reveals it. The boys of authentic black beasts Hobbit fields the French Revolution and the nationalism of Jacobin matrix;heirs in what (and how! …) of Donoso Cortés and Mordini, subjected to systematic review all of European history of the last two centuries, in search of that which had in fact prevented the continent to achieve that unity to which despite wars the history and culture of the second millennium had seemed to direct it. The boys of Hobbit Courts, if they had disposed of Wellsian Time Machine, sull’Isonzo were reported to be in the Austro-Hungarian-gray ranks than in those gray-green Italian. Here was their scandalous novelty and diversity, as boys “right” and the residual and ambiguous extent that they still were: a little later, the most lucid among them would begin to no longer speak of “New Right” but of “New Synthesis”, explicitly abandoning the word “Right” and denunziandone limits and misunderstandings.

Eichberg and Mellone, despite the elements of sympathy and affinity with that experience, there remain strangers. Grandchildren of MSI micheliniani Fifties who dreamed of the Great Right with monarchists, liberals and Christian democrats conservatives, children of the “turning point of Fiuggi” that a good thirty years later he brought some follower in power, they have done little to do with don Giussani ; and anything with Niccolai, which would have taken them (and they know it very well) to Pisa profanity. Their purpose is to give some soul to what remains obstinate will to say “right” on the part of young people and intellectuals that actually the “right” is always narrow way (especially since the Liberal liberalism l ‘definitely hegemony), but are well aware that in exchange for “the one” right there again and despite all ability to manage power and build careers. Things that, mind you, are civically and professionally speaking very human and understandable. But, if you choose to focus on such choices, it is good then permanently close the drawer animated dreams from what the authors call “The steadfastness of the hoplites. The look of the legionnaires. The mystique of the Knights. The splendor of squares, cathedrals, statues, places of wisdom “. All this evokes fascinating but dangerous scenarios to Leni Riefenstahl. Forget it. Except that, the refuge then in the “Italian epic” ends up be a more serious ploy. It is not permissible to blink the legionnaires of Fiume be righteous alignment albeit instrumental sull’Italietta Berlusconi who juggles nieces Mubarak and that bombards Tripoli because they told him those of NA, TO, betraying according to an old vocation salandrista Badoglian and the Italy-Libya treaty signed in 2010. Moreover, it is a matter of style. Ronchi of the Legionaries is one thing, another Minister Ronchi.

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