Showing posts with label John Le Carre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Le Carre. Show all posts

Sunday, February 23, 2014

The Deep State


Look up Wikipedia and ‘the deep state’ is defined as a term that came into being in relation to Turkish politics: “the deep state (Turkish: derin devlet) is alleged to be a group of influential anti-democratic coalitions within the Turkish political system, composed of high-level elements within the intelligence services (domestic and foreign), Turkish military, security, judiciary, and mafia”,

 Doesn’t this give you the impression that the deep state is a phenomenon that is confined to Turkish society and politics? Of late there have been murmurs about the deep state in Egypt. But the deep state phenomenon cannot possibly exist in open, democratic societies. Or can it?

Two days ago an article was published in a respected US political analysis site that has the blogosphere aflutter and the ripples are likely to spread to the mainstream media. Mike Lofgren’s essay “The Anatomy of the Deep State” is not the result of the fertile mind of one among many conspiracy junkies that inhabit the Internet. Lofgren is a Fullbright scholar who was for 28 years a respected US Republican Congressional aide and whose essay is a balanced, well-argued piece.

Lofgran’s essay is full of well-established facts and illustrative linkages establishing the causality of the Deep State. The seminal paragraph that summarizes his Deep State premise comes almost half-way through the essay: ” Yes, there is another government concealed behind the one that is visible at either end of Pennsylvania Avenue, a hybrid entity of public and private institutions ruling the country according to consistent patterns in season and out, connected to, but only intermittently controlled by, the visible state whose leaders we choose. My analysis of this phenomenon is not an exposé of a secret, conspiratorial cabal; the state within a state is hiding mostly in plain sight, and its operators mainly act in the light of day. Nor can this other government be accurately termed an “establishment.”

All complex societies have an establishment, a social network committed to its own enrichment and perpetuation. In terms of its scope, financial resources and sheer global reach, the American hybrid state, the Deep State, is in a class by itself. That said, it is neither omniscient nor invincible. The institution is not so much sinister (although it has highly sinister aspects) as it is relentlessly well entrenched. Far from being invincible, its failures, such as those in Iraq, Afghanistan and Libya, are routine enough that it is only the Deep State’s protectiveness towards its higher-ranking personnel that allows them to escape the consequences of their frequent ineptitude.”

To the student of history the Deep State is no surprise. Its antecedents can be traced to the military-industrial complex that ranged across the Western hemisphere embracing both sides of World War 2. The machinations of the Deep State in the Western hemisphere can be glimpsed in a couple of high-quality entertainment products: John Le Carre’s latest novel “A Delicate Truth” and the high voltage Netflix series “House of Cards” Does the Deep State exist in India? Does the apex power of the iron frame that holds Indian governance together – the civil and armed services- go well beyond the powers of their apparent but transient masters – the politicians? Is big money interested just in the realtive pettyfoggery of fixing prices?

How about the media barons and mavens? We Indians might be love a good argument in private but when it comes to public discourse the quality, as in many other spheres, abysmally low. Will we have in the foreseeable future an Indian Lafgren analyzing the Deep State in India? Not likely. AAP had a chance of doing so but all it is interested in lowest-common-denominator fumigations about the corrupt. Good election strategy but hardly ground-breaking expose.

Perhaps we Indians lack the intellectual fortitude and courage to address a tricky issue of current import in detail and authoritatively. It is no accident that the erudite and articulate Ramchandra Guha decides to focus on the minutiae of by-gone eras. Time and again it has been an enterprising opportunity-grabbing Western scholar that has undertaken the journey. Perhaps because they do not fear the Indian state and more importantly, if it exists, the Indian Deep State.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Laid Low by Kindle

I live a secret life.
A normal person’s life is lived as a web of relationships with real people. I live a normal life of that sort. But in addition and almost as important to me is my secret life. A secret life lived with an ever-changing cast of fascinating minds and people. A Russian mafia don planning to spill the beans in exchange for a promise of protection and asylum by Britain. ( John Le Carre). Einstein explaining his theory of relativity. A neurotic genius revealing his inner life, no holds barred (Henry Miller ). A Yankee from the nineteenth century transported to King Arthur’s Court (Mark Twain). Amartya Sen gently expounding an idea of justice. And so on.
At any given point in time I am at various stages of reading five or six books. I read them at varied pace. Some take me as much as a fortnight to complete. Some spend themselves on me in a one-night stand. And the characters that inhabit these books I am reading and the writers who write them become, for that period of time, an integral part of my life. I have relationships with them and emotions engendered by them which are as real as anything else in my life.
My secret life however had an in-built governor preventing it from overwhelming me. The books and hence the characters and the writers were scattered around various places in my home and office and at any time and place only a couple vied from my attention. Beyond my library of a thousand books or so, if I had to acquaint myself with a new one meant making a trip to the bookshop that could happen about once a week.
Over the past month there has been an upheaval in my secret life. I resisted the Kindle for many months because I sensed in some corner of my mind the danger. But the latest generation Kindle got so many rave reviews that I gave in to the temptation.
It arrived a month ago. Bound in an authentic leather jacket it sat in the palm like an incredibly light well-produced hardbound book. Open the book and a small screen etched with a tasteful picture nods at you. Put it on and the screen changes to the very page you last were reading. It looks 100% like a well printed page using a magical technology called e-ink (it can only handle black-and-white but then who needs color- we shall leave such frills to that darling of the infantile and the philistine- iPad). But that’s where the likeness of the Kindle to the book ends. As you read a book, on hand literally at the flick of a switch are a hundred thousand or more of them. The result is a permanent invitation to promiscuity, a promiscuity of the mind and the soul, immeasurably more inveigling then that of the body. On the positive side I have one more reason to thank the Almighty for not making me filthy rich. Just imagine my troubles if I had an unlimited book budget!
So here I am joining the ranks of those laid low with technology. I empathize now with the couch potatoes, the mobile fries and the Facebook rats.
So why don’t I, you might say just put away my Kindle, give it away and get back to my previous well-ordered existence?
Are you mad!?