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Savage Pastimes:A Cultural History of Violent Entertainment


Savage Pastimes: A Cultural History of Violent Entertainment
By Harold Schechter
192 pages
St. Martin's

Calm down.

That is the essential message of Harold Schechter's Savage Pastimes, which is a charming tour through the charnel house of history and popular culture, as he attempts to persuade us that we are not living in cultural endtimes, and that, in spite of the evidence of our eyes and ears, things used to be much worse.

"While American popular culture is far more technologically sophisticated than it used to be," asserts Schechter, "it is not, by any stretch, more brutal."

Schechter is an energetic writer who takes in everything from the great gouts of blood loosed in Grimm's Fairy Tales and Titus Andronicus, to the insane excesses of the Elizabethan playwright Thomas Kyd and the Grand Guignol of Paris, and the great comic-book scare of the 1950s.

He writes about the arsenals of toy guns that every self-respecting child brought up in the 1950s had, whether it was a Roy Rogers model or a Davy Crockett model. All this, of course (according to sociologists and professional alarmists), was going to turn America into a sociopath's haven, a country whose role models would cease to be Jefferson and Lincoln and become Dillinger and de Sade.

"Instead, we grew up to be the generation that preached (how-ever sanctimoniously) peace, love and flower power."

Schechter's point is that humans have always indulged themselves in bloody, anti-social visions because, as a species, we're hard-wired for it. (Writer William James once referred to our "Aboriginal capacity for murderous excitement.") This capacity transcends ancestry, environment and the civilizing influences of culture.

"The notion that little boys are sweet, docile creatures until taught otherwise by the media can only be seriously entertained by someone who has never witnessed or experienced a phenomenon common in certain liberal communities; the sight of, say, a three-year old boy -- raised in a household where violent toys are forbidden and the most action-packed TV program he is permit-ted to watch is Spongebob SquarePants -- spontaneously picking up a twig or Popsickle stick and wielding it as a weapon in a make-believe swordfight with a playmate."

Schechter asserts that violence is relative, i.e. one generation's bloodbath is another's nasty paper cut: "In terms of . . . pyrotechnical destruction, and sheer body count, there is in fact no comparison between a Die Hard movie and John Ford's Stagecoach. The effect of the two films on their respective audiences, however, was much the same. For little boys in 1939, "Stagecoach" was Die Hard -- a fast-paced action movie that set their hearts racing, filled their heads with violent daydreams, and inspired them to play at make-believe mayhem."

Schechter is twisting things to make a point. For one thing, Stagecoach is hardly fast-paced; even by the standards of 1939, the storytelling is quite methodical, and there isn't any action until practically the two-thirds point. I suspect kids in 1939 would have been slightly bored by most of it, probably because it wasn't made for them -- it was an adult western. Kids preferred Gene Autry or serials with ridin' and fightin.'

That said, it seems to me that Schechter is on to something -- the supposed social manifestations of a brutalizing culture are nowhere in evidence: The crime rate continues to fall, just as it has for nearly 20 years.

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