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Per Svensson: Robinson Crusoe annoys up at Greta Thunberg

Late Monday night. I eat a lonely pastamiddag in the bistro on one of the city's better hotels. At a table behind my back, two men are sitting in about the sam

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Per Svensson: Robinson Crusoe annoys up at Greta Thunberg

Late Monday night. I eat a lonely pastamiddag in the bistro on one of the city's better hotels. At a table behind my back, two men are sitting in about the same age as myself, the grizzled självsäkerhetens age.

ch unabashedly. It is a bit like a tennis match. One is located on the front of the net. The second switch returns with the överlägsnes benevolence. Tomorrow he will apparently participate in any kind of meeting related to the research and climate.

”It is only I who have a strategic thinking of the board of directors,” he announces. The friend urges him to take the chance to tell the truth during the meeting, and the truth seems to be that climate change and carbon dioxide is nonsense. It is ”PK” that has ”invaded the research”.

and suggests that the carbon dioxide is not quite so simple. But the big wait is a new ice age. It seems to cheer up teammates. If it still would happen to be so that the world gets warmer, it is, of course, this with the ice age to the good news. He seems to imagine it as a global air condition-installation.

We are alone in the bistro, so when that is on the staff. It is becoming increasingly difficult to hide the fact that I overhears. Here they sit, alive: the elderly angry and overconfident men who otherwise tend to locate their political hemvärnsövningar to the comment field and social media. ”If that fucking Greta Thunberg and her parents, ends up flying or not is completely uninteresting! Completely uninteresting!”

established. On to the next topic. The sweden democrats. ”They were wrong. But they got it right”. That's right, ”they were right”. All of Sweden's problems with immigration to do, okay then, not all, but say 70%...

time and Time again over the past year, I have asked me where it comes from, the bitter overconfidence of so many of my male generation. They dismiss the debate as hysterical. They see immigration as a rot in Swedish society. They hate women to the degree that it can knock over in misogyni, kvinnoförakt.

Yes, where do they come from, all these sour men? Perhaps from Robinson Crusoes island.

Robinson is with the matter of course, both nature's and Friday her

the 59-year-old when, in april 1719, exactly 300 years ago, was the novel that gave both him and his shipwrecked man överlevnadsentreprenör eternal life. The book's full title was ”The Life and strange surprizing adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York, mariner: who lived eight and twenty years, all alone in an un-inhabited island on the coast of America, near the mouth of the great river of Oroonoque; having been cast on shore by shipwreck, where in all the men perished but himself. With an account how he was at last as strangely deliver'd by pyrates”.

They were not afraid of spoilers in the 1700s.

is not only an adventure story but also the modern projektfixerade middleclass primeval story. With diligence and ingenuity transforms the Robinson nature into a thriving community. Robinson realizes that he has their fate in their own hands and make the most and best out of it. As a small business owner, he is a television actor's dream.

Defoe came very properly from a business family. His father had made a small fortune as a merchant in the lighting. The son went in his footsteps, but spent on clothing. The money rolled in and was invested among other things, in speculative land transactions. But after a shipwreck, where a valuable cargo was lost, went to Defoe in bankruptcy with liabilities equivalent to millions of dollars.

a, not entirely noble, skribentkarriär. Political journalism alternated with påhugg as a lobbyist, and secret agent. During a period returned Defoe to entrepreneurship and created a new fortune who disappeared in yet another bankruptcy since he has been sentenced to imprisonment for having written a satirical pamphlet.

Long he served the whigs, who then had the political power in England. When they lost it he sold his pen to the opponents, the whigs. Defoe's morality may be questionable, but not his purpose: he wrote a period all by yourself a journal published three times in a week, and he published one book after the other in all possible genres.

european men are, perhaps, the last of which is at the depth marked by the world view as embodied by defoe's most famous romangestalt, Robinson Crusoe. We take it for granted that the world is for our sake. We are human to the gods; those who create, but also those who rule.

Robinson is with the matter of course, both nature's and Friday lord. In the same way many men in the generation grown up, and lived their lives, without having to justify the right to safety. the right to prosperity, the right to be in the surroundings listening to, the right to the car, right to the sun in the south, the right to live and consume as a roman emperor. These rättighetsmonopol are now all contested.

påskresa to England with Robinson Crusoe in the luggage. When we would give us of reminded my wife and me that it is almost exactly 40 years ago we made our first joint trip abroad. It was during the easter break in 1979. Interrail to Paris.

Forty years is a long time in a human life, hardly a blink in human history. But how has not of the world, of good and evil, changed in these forty years! The fortifications Robinson built around his kingdom crumble to the ground, of the former servants seeking their rights and of a nature that reminds man of her hubris, a nature that is more powerful, let her understand that she has so far lived on sufferance in a fragile chance dykarklocka.

in one day view on a footprints on the beach. He is arrested by horror. He understands that he can not be sure to maintain control over their island. It is such footprints in the sand, the passing and the imprint, men of my age, now I see. It fills them more with anger than with fear: ”That fucking Greta Thunberg”.

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