Ignazio Silone

The next piece in Vol 6, No.1. Autumn 1938 is Ignazio Silone’s satirical and  quite brilliantly mordant excerpt from his forthcoming book, School for Dictators.  I think the best way to introduce the piece is to hand the introduction over to that also satirical, polemical, witty writer Dwight Macdonald, who reviewed Silone’s work in the April, 1939 issue of New International, VOl. V, no.4.:  This was the journal of the Fourth International, the Trotskyist Movement.

The School for Dictators
by Ignazio Silone
Harpers. $2.50

‘In this book Silone has written his masterpiece – a political satire that can be mentioned in the same breath with Aristophanes, Swift, and Voltaire. Nothing, indeed, is too much to be said for the book, except what the jacket blurb does say: “A master of prose attacks with bare fists the most absorbing single problem of our day. …” Silone uses almost every other weapon on fascism, from slapstick drollery to the most severely restrained irony, but his attack is effective precisely because it is not delivered with bare fists. His literary style is an admirable synthesis of the classic and conversational – dense but not heavy, closely wrought but always lucid. He is learned in political history and fertile of ideas, but he knows how to be easy and unpretentious about things, never parading his learning or insisting too much on his ideas. His book, in short, combines the virtues of good prose and good conversation.

Although the theme of The School for Dictators is modern politics, it will not do to seek from it any positive conclusions. Nor does his book tell us anything about politics we didn’t know already. In fact, it is often superficial and confused in its specifically political analysis. Its importance, like that of the earlier Bread and Wine, is that it applies a set of values – humane, honest, and intellectually sophisticated – to the political phenomena of today. To guard and cherish such a human norm, independent of political parties (though not of political tendencies), is a valuable function of the intellectual. I might add that the politicians of the left can gain from this book some excellent insights not only into the real nature of fascism but also into certain deficiencies of their own programs.

I have never been as much impressed by Silone’s novels as perhaps I should be. They have seemed to me to be episodic, even at times tainted with journalistic trickery – as in the abrupt “black-out” endings of certain chapters. The characters have often seemed one-dimensional and all too obviously designed to point the moral. In this book, however, these weaknesses become virtues. The stylization of the three principal persons in the dialogue is appropriate to the satirical intent, and the form is episodic as good conversation must be, one idea touching off another. I have been told, by the way, that Silone had planned to carry the dialogue much further, but was persuaded by his publishers to let this much appear now. If this is true, we may hope for another volume.

In another way, too, The School for Dictators seems to me an advance over the novels: in its subject matter. Fontamara had the qualities and the defects of a poster: it was an intellectual’s attempt to present, from above and outside, the most primitive sort of peasant life, simplifying its values towards a propagandist end. Bread and Wine opened up the focus, including the intellectual as well as the petty bourgeois and the peasant in its scope. Much the most interesting parts, to me, were the conversations between Don Benedetto and Don Paolo. These conversations have now expanded to become the body of the present book, a progression I find all for the best. Silone, after all, is an intellectual, a man of ideas, representing a high development of modern consciousness, and here he deals directly with the central themes of his intellectual experience. The easy play of his mind in this book is as natural as Fontamara, for all its effectiveness, was mannered. This raises the question why so few of the “creative” writers of today occupy themselves with politics as a theme. (Brecht’s novel, A Penny for the Poor, is another, though less successful, attempt to treat such subject matter.) There seems to be a blight on the novel and the short story today. I suggest this is partly because politics has come to occupy so much of our consciousness that what for so many generations has been called “creative” writing has come to seem tangential to the central issues. And I suggest that the political themes which preoccupied Dryden, Pope, Swift, Voltaire and the other great eighteenth century writers may once more regain their supremacy in this century, whose intellectual atmosphere is in many ways similar. The School for Dictators may prove to be a seminal work in this respect.”


AJ:  The piece itself is both stringently logical and very funny. The premise is that an American politician wishes to introduce Fascism to the United States (hum….relevant for the Trumpocracy.)  Mr. W, as the proto-fascist is known, has with him Professor Pickup, who has agreed to show Mr. W the ins and out of Fascist “mythologies its obscurities, its fetishes, and its idols, and on the modern technique of hypnotising and subduing the masses.” The counterweight is Thomas the Cynic, who is the voice of revolutionary politics, but always ends up in the cynicism of spirit within the revolutionary manque, the intellectual.

The plot opens with the speakers looking on the detritus of a scene of rape…hoping to understand what this means. Thomas the Cynic suggests it is the result of anthropological theorists, who argue for the ‘the psychology of atavistic inclinations,’ rather than the barbarism encouraged through fascist ideology. Again, rather than find other words for what Silone wrote, I suggest you click on the link below (in red font, go to image of issue on right, click to page 20) and read the piece for yourself. Its easy to see why Dwight McD. thought so much of it.

School for Dictators







One thought on “School for Dictators… Ignazio Silone.

  1. Wonderful Annie! Yes, we are flooded, disgusted, with the hoses planted in all our mouths shooting sewage, called the daily news, into our system, planted there to keep our mouths shut. Frankenstein was dainty. Dracula was fab. Killing zombies in the shopping mall era of Dawn of the Dead was as innocent an era as Ritchie Valens, Buddy Holly, Eddie Cochran, and the Big Bopper crashing in a private plane together, to help end rock ‘n roll. [Moral of the story according to Lester Bangs was never get on a plane with anyone who calls themself the Big Bopper]… but we, the new Frankenstein & Dracula’s, are no longer innocent. “My” fellow countrymen are addicted to serial “Drama’s” on killing Zombies, which is a programming tool, by writers already programmed, to program children into cuddling up next to their parents on the couch, to view brains and guts splattering left and right, both adding up to the same politics in america. Left/right a splatter fest of micro to macro aggressions to make sense of all the senseless programmings in the programmed populous that spells the next mass shooting, pass the popcorn ma, or I swear to G-d… your r.i.p. next.

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