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The Price of Idiocy


When I was asked to name the contemporary writer whom I most admired, I used without hesitation to say — until he died in 2014 — Pierre Ryckmans, better known as Simon Leys.

leysPierre Ryckmans (Simon Leys)

Leys was a Belgian who lived more than half his life in Australia.  He was a Sinologist, art historian, novelist, literary essayist, and translator: from Chinese into French and English, French into English, and English into French.  He was a gifted artist (and his Chinese calligraphy was admired by Chinese connoisseurs of the art, which is high praise indeed); he was also an intrepid sailor and navigator.

He first came to fame (outside the restricted circles of Western Sinology) with a series of four books about the so-called Cultural Revolution in China and the dim-witted veneration in which Mao Tse-tung was held by a considerable proportion of the European and American intelligentsia, particularly the French.  I remember reading these books when they first came out; their style was so brilliant, the author's wit so excoriating, and the subject so important that they are still in print today, more than forty years later, and are of such literary merit (unlike the vast majority of books about current affairs) that I think they will still be worth reading, and be read, a hundred years hence.

All his subsequent books were just as brilliant; if there was a finer literary essayist in the world than he, I did not know of him.  Somehow he conveyed his absolute authority — both moral and literary — from the very first sentence of anything that he wrote.  He never descended into obscurity and could say the most serious things with a light touch and in the simplest language.

He is now the subject of an excellent biography by a fellow Belgian Sinologist, Philippe Paquet, who admired him greatly; but only, I think, because he was in the highest degree admirable.  Leys' personal life was a very happy one, and there is no scandal to recount.  The biography (which is long) is mainly, and rightly, an intellectual and spiritual one.

There is one episode in the book recounted in detail, of which I knew only the outline before, that struck me deeply.  It does not reflect badly on Leys, far from that; but it left me with a feeling of deep melancholy.

Leys, who was a man as remote from self-advertisement or self-promotion as possible, was in 1983 invited onto a French television program about literature called Apostrophes.  It had a very large audience for such a program, about 3,000,000 viewers.  Also to appear on it was an Italian woman, Maria-Antonietta Macchiocchi, who had been an ardent Maoist and who, after a visit to China during the Cultural Revolution, had published a book titled De la Chine, about China, which was full of the most gushing sentiment about that terrible episode.  Because of the ideology that she espoused, she was utterly credulous and foolish.  She believed she was witnessing a dream come true when she was in the midst of a nightmare involving scores of millions of people and the total destruction of much that was precious.  In terms of deaths, it wasn't as bad as the Great Leap Forward ten years before the Cultural Revolution was unleashed, but it was bad enough.

Leys was outraged by people like Macchiocchi because he loved both the people and civilization of China.  He regarded her and her ilk as utterly frivolous and ignorant, fundamentally uninterested in that of which they wrote, and using China as merely a convenient tool in the resolution of their trivial personal psychodramas.

"If there was a finer literary essayist in the world than Leys, I did not know of him." 

Macchiocchi was born in 1922, into an anti-fascist bourgeois Italian family.  In 1942, she joined the Italian Communist Party and later became a journalist in its service, being among other things a correspondent in Algiers during the war there.  She broke with the party to become a Maoist after the Chinese-Soviet rift.  She wrote her book after a visit to China, not speaking a word of Chinese and led by the nose by her official guides. 

Leys had already criticized her severely in print, but she appeared to have forgotten that.  She was asked to speak first:

I need hardly say that my life has been very chaste, one of pure devotion.  The saints marry God, I married the people, and occupied myself with their redemption.  I immolated myself day and night.

This was too much for Leys (by the way, an ardent Catholic).  When his turn came he, normally a courteous and restrained man, said the following:

Idiots say idiotic things.  It's like apple trees produce apples…. The most charitable thing that one can say about her book is that it is complete stupidity, because if one didn't accuse it of being stupid, one would have to say that it was a deliberate fraud.

He continued his ferocious attack, though he made clear that his attack was not personal, it was against all the frivolous idiocies that had been written about Mao and Maoism by Western intellectuals.  And it is certainly true that any Chinese who had lived and suffered through those terrible years would suffer a second time if he read the praise lavished on his tormentors by those who were so easily duped by the regime's flattery machine.  There is no doubt that Macchiocchi deserved what she got. 

And yet… There is a photograph in the book of her with Leys.  She has a kindly face.  There is, of course, no art to find the mind's construction in the face, but I would guess that Maria-Antonietta (in a way an appropriate name) was a nice person.  And, according to the book, she never fully recovered from the humiliation that she suffered on that night because Leys was so obviously a man of integrity, intellectual quality, and attachment to the truth that she must have known that what he said was both true and justified.  And she lived with this knowledge for another 24 years, dying at the age of 85. 

You can endure such a humiliation when you are young (though it might deform your character if you are inclined to be so deformed), but you still have time to overcome it by later success.  But to live the last quarter of a long life in the shadow of such a humiliation (whether deserved or not), one that nothing will now erase, is a sad fate indeed, worthy of some compassion. 

Perhaps I feel this sorrow for a person like Macchiocchi, whose ideas I would normally abominate, from something like fellow-feeling.  If someone trawled through all that I have written over the years, he could easily find an indictment to equal Leys' of Macchiocchi.  Leys very occasionally might have had errors of judgment (as who does not?), but what he said or wrote was never idiotic.  Alas, I cannot say this of myself, and therefore feel sad for Maria-Antonietta Macchiocchi, without it in the least detracting from my veneration of Leys.



dalrymple Theodore Dalrymple. "The Price of Idiocy." Taki's Magazine (September 23, 2017).

Reprinted with permission of Theodore Dalrymple.

The Author

Dalrymple5Dalrymple3Theodore Dalrymple is a former psychiatrist and prison doctor. He is a contributing editor of the Manhattan Institute's City Journal and the Dietrich Weismann Fellow at the Manhattan Institute. He lives in France and is the author of  The Terror of Existence: From Ecclesiastes to Theatre of the Absurd, The Proper Procedure and Other Stories, Out Into The Beautiful World, Admirable Evasions: How Psychology Undermines Morality, Spoilt Rotten: The Toxic Cult of Sentimentality, Farewell Fear, The New Vichy Syndrome: Why European Intellectuals Surrender to Barbarism, Not With a Bang But a Whimper: The Politics and Culture of Decline, In Praise of Prejudice: The Necessity of Preconceived Ideas, Our Culture, What's Left of It: The Mandarins and the Masses, Life at the Bottom: The Worldview That Makes the Underclass, and So Little Done.

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