I got a book of interviews with William S. Burroughs called The Job and Advertisements for Myself and Existential Errands by Norman Mailer.
Those books together kind of show where all this modern day liberalism comes from:
It is really strange reading them, there is such hope.
Burroughs even has hope.
What I mean by hope is that they have a million opinions on everything and both of them have a million ideas on how to make the world a better place.
To have an opinion means you think your opinion matters, which is a form of hope.
There was a lot of that in the fifties and sixties, everyone running around giving a million opinions on human life.
The opinions, articles and interviews have this sense though, that bread no longer matters. And now that bread does not matter we can start looking at our souls or something, to make us into super humans.
Now so people understand what I mean when I say bread, most of our great grandparents are dead but if they were alive they would probably be able to tell a couple, "And we didn't have much food" stories.
Now this hope, this limitless bread world corresponds with something these two writers and no writers of their time took any real notice of, the amount of oil and natural gas that was starting to be used, that resources from the ground that one day would run out was creating this new world, that it was not philosophy or soul searching. Oil gave people time to dwell on shit that didn't matter, and it gave mankind an abundance of boredom.
examples of things we made from this boredom:
organized children's sports
Roll Playing Games
an excessive amount of porn
in line skates
The New World Order
New Age Religion
Most Conspiracy Theories
Dungeon and Dragons
Martha Stewart crafts
Another part to these books is who they thought would be read in fifty years, they thought it would be Mailer, Burroughs, Capote and Bellow.
Yates and Bukowski writing at the time are mentioned nowhere.