It's hard not to see links between pre-Revolutionary Russia and today's United States: empires committing suicide, autocrats swindled by charismatic hucksters. Today's Rasputin might be RFK, Pam Bondi, or JD Vance. Antony Beevor's new book on Rasputin suggests that Tsar Nicholas seemed spectacularly incompetent in part *because* of his religious faith. Thousands of peasants would die in horrific ways, and Nicholas would refuse to alter his party plans. This looked cruel (and of course it *was* cruel). But there was context: Nicholas had a fatalistic outlook. He felt that God was pulling the strings. Rending one's garments wouldn't change God's mind. Rasputin succeeded with Nicholas partly because Nicholas was an idiot, but also because Rasputin had a very deep voice. When the heir to the throne was very ill, Rasputin's low, calming voice helped the heir to regulate his own breathing. And the heir recovered. This turn of events was viewed as miraculous....
Like her papa, my daughter has a healthy disdain for organized fun. I myself cannot stand being at a concert when a B-list celebrity demands that I "clap along now, y'all!" Why should I do that? I find it oppressive. Susie's school danceathon was (typically) disorganized and puzzling. When I arrived, Dua Lipa was singing about her own private parts: Ooh, my outfit so tight! You can see my heartbeat tonight. I can take the heat, baby; best believe... That's the moment I shine. Susie and I stood together while a stranger explained that we would be performing the chicken dance, the butterfly, the cha-cha slide, the robot, and the twist. I'm sure if I'd read my emails carefully, I'd understand the reason for all of this. My daughter spotted a moth--and wandered away from the crowd. She spent the hour talking to the moth, which reminded me of my "league baseball" days. (I would pick dandelions in the outfield.) One thing I learned was that the c...