For Common Things: Irony, Trust, and Commitment in America Today

What could a 24-year-old Harvard graduate home-schooled by his ""back-to-the-land"" parents in rural West Virginia possibly have to say about the American soul? Much that is worth heeding. Purdy calls his book ""a defense of love letters,"" noting that such letters ""indicate a certain kind of courage, a willingness to stake oneself on an expression of hope that may very well come to nothing."" Here, he expresses his hope for the public life of America. His enemy is the irony that he feels pervades our culture, a culture in which ""even in solitary encounters with nature... we reluctant ironists realize that our pleasure in these places and the thoughts they stir in us have been anticipated by a thousand L.L. Bean catalogues."" Whether writing about the coal industry's depredations in Appalachia or about the narrowing of politics (no one dares talk about a Great Society anymore), Purdy--like the masters whose sturdy prose he emulates, from Thoreau to Wendell Berry--displays an acute awareness of the connection between private and public virtue. Purdy has an unerring ear for how language, and thus the expression of humanity, has been degraded, whether by political rhetoric, ad-speak or the way that sitcoms present the self. His book is inspiring in its thoughtfulness, in its commitment to the idea that politics should be about more than divvying up the pie and in the care with which it is written. The ideas expressed aren't complicated, but Purdy grapples with them with a seriousness that puts more seasoned--and ironic--commentators to shame. (Sept.)