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Monday, May 08, 2006

Patrick K. and Kaavya

What do these two hapless preppies have in common? In honor of Freud’s 150th, let me suggest a death wish.

In talking about Jacob Epstein (Kaavya’s Yale doppelganger) and his notorious plagiarism, years ago, of an early novel of his, Martin Amis wrote: “The psychology of plagiarism is fascinatingly perverse. ... It risks, or invites, a deep shame, and there must be something of the death wish in it.”

In Ms. V’s case, Kurt Andersen writes:

However the plagiarism happened exactly, she had already come to understand that her success so far was not just a matter of talent and discipline but of buying the right connections, cutting deals for behind-the-scenes assistance, cunning …For all her sweet Hogwarts dreams, an observant, canny, IvyWised-up kid is bound to draw certain conclusions about the way the real world works.


The self-loathing that this recognition can prompt -- the recognition that the world stinks of corruption, that you’re a tissue of parental and consultant machinations, a beautiful culmination of an ugly world busy with connections and rule-breaking on your behalf -- could plausibly issue in a sort of psychic self-mutilation, couldn’t it?



In talking about Patrick Kennedy’s ongoing agony of the alcohol, Philip Weiss evokes something similar:

I don't care whether it's Ambien or alcohol; I wonder whether Patrick Kennedy isn't — unconsciously — seeking a way out of politics with his latest run-in with the law. Kennedy last went into rehab just five months ago. According to the Almanac of American Politics he has been involved in several bizarre incidents in recent years, including shoving an airport security guard in 2000 and, in 2003, saying, "I haven't worked a [expletive] day in my life," as a way of attacking Bush's tax cuts.

Kennedy doesn't have his father's political temperament, let alone charisma. His achievements have been middling …including supporting the Iraq war and then accusing the administration of deceiving him. And, maybe more revealing, twice ducking a chance to run for Senate. He was obviously pushed into politics by family pressure, internalized or otherwise; he got in at age 21, and who doesn't question career choices made at that age?

It's interesting to consider that he had his crackup at the Capitol. Some hostility there toward symbols of authority? By leaving the place for good, he would do a real favor to his under-served constituents, and probably himself too.


While Kennedy’s father has no difficulty himself being a tissue of massagers, managers, and Senate staff members, his son is clearly a different sort of person.

Patrick Kennedy’s death wish seems to me literal and even conscious, whereas Kaavya’s (she’s much younger) still comes across as latent, tentative, symbolic. Yet both of these people are products of what UD calls Nurturing Negligents, parents whose pursuit of their own money and status doesn’t leave them time to care about their children, but parents who still insist that their neglected offspring receive the best of everything, material and social. These people are running a puppet state, with their children as puppets. What they’re experiencing once their charges grow up is a revolt.