March 17, 2004

What the Minister said

fpi_glasses.jpg "The national vice of Romania is pessimism."

So said the Minister to me this afternoon. Which Minister? Never you mind. I don't want to get anybody in trouble. But he -- or she -- was making a point about expectations, and how the perceived difficulty of reform can become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

It's not a new idea, mind you. Here's the late Emil Cioran -- philosopher, essayist, absurdist, friend of Ionesco and Beckett -- on his native land:

To concieve destiny as exterior to ourselves, sovereign and omnipotent, a vast cycle of failures is necessary. A condition which my country fulfills to perfection. It would be indecent for Romania to believe in effort, in the utility of action. Hence it does not believe in them and, out of propriety, resigns itself to the inevitable.

I am grateful to it for having bequeathed me with the code of despair, that savoir-vivre, that relaxation in the face of Necessity... Prompt to sustain my disappointments and to initiate my indolence into the secret of preserving them, my country has further offered me, in its eagerness to make me into a wastrel who keeps up appearances, the means of degrading myself without compromising myself too much.

I owe it not only my finest and surest failures, but also the talent for masking my cowardice and hoarding my compunctions.

Ouch. Beautiful -- I particularly love those last two sentences -- but ouch.

But then, at the end of the conversation the Minister said to me, "I am an optimist."

"I hope you're not too lonely," I said -- a little daringly, because one does not wish to upset Ministers, but I hoped he wouldn't take it wrong.

He didn't. "I am, sometimes, a little," he said. "But I must insist on hope."

I must insist on hope. Emil Cioran was a great writer and a very clever man. But... hope is just preferable, somehow. Putting aside the fact that resignation to inevitable failure makes failure inevitable, it just gets old after a while.

And so to bed.

Posted by douglas at March 17, 2004 01:52 AM
Comments

"There is a whole range of melancholy: it begins with a smile and a landscape and ends with the clang of a broken bell in the soul."

Super Bowl _next_ year.

C.

Posted by: Carlos at March 17, 2004 05:01 AM

Never realized how Romania and Portugal have the fate thing in common.

Portuguese people will always blame fate or bad luck if anything goes wrong.

"To banish fateful prospects is part of the task. Fate bring indifference and indifference
provides an appropriate social environment for interest groups to defend the status quo. The Anti-
Fado Manifesto is not only a testimony against the believe that some mysterious forces inside the
EU will push income levels in Portugal towards the EU average, irrespectively of the domestic
policy actions. It is also a cry against catastrophic thinking, that tends to emerge in the Portuguese
society in periods of economic slowdown."

http://www.bportugal.pt/events/conferences/CEM/Paper_2.pdf

Posted by: Claudia at March 17, 2004 02:01 PM

I was wondering, does any of the people in power you met so far read this blog?

Posted by: Tina at March 24, 2004 08:22 AM