Tar Sands?

Jenny Holzer, Truisms, 1977–79. From a projection in Singapore. Photo by Darren Soh.

Sometimes I doubt the anger I feel toward Naomi Klein. Isn't this merely my way of throwing a progressive under the bus to burnish my centrist credentials? Except that no one cares about my centrist credentials, not even me. Didn't I read No Logo when I was a sophomore in college? Yes but I was a lot smarter when I was a sophomore at UT. Haven't her views and mine progressed since then? Maybe hers, but the last serious book I read was Green Lantern: Blackest Night.

Then I read an account like Natasha Chart's, describing an argument in passing she has with Klein at the UN climate talks in Copenhagen. In which Klein argues with a straight face that U.S. President Barack Obama should throw his support fully behind climate "reparations" and that American progressive types should get over whatever queasiness this phrasing makes them feel. It's then I think: but damn does it suck that Big Monkey Comics closed.