Our World, and Welcome to It (With apologies to James Thurber)
“Globaloney!” quoth Clare Boothe Luce, the author and wife of Time Magazine’s strictly (severely?) conservative magnate Henry Luce, about the “One World” thesis of her more liberal Republican Party standard bearer Wendell Willkie. It was the election year of 1940, the United States not yet in World War II, and (even as she campaigned for him against the dreadful FDR) Mrs. Luce would have none of Willkie’s hope that we could enter into an era of harmonious cooperation with the Soviet Union. (Mercifully, for the missionary-aligned Luces, China had not yet turned Communist.) Little could Mrs. Luce have imagined where things stand now.
Yes, now, with Starbucks and Amazon invading India, of all places, and what is said to be the world’s biggest Ikea on the outskirts of Moscow. A piece in last Sunday’s Times, “How India Became America,” by the writer Akash Kapur was a reminder of how blessed I feel to have seen many parts of the world when they were actually different. I was lucky to win a traveling scholarship that enabled me to set out on globe-girdling travels in 1954-55 (with a photography prize growing out of those travels allowing me to see some of Africa in 1956). Of all the places I hoped to see — in part because of my girlfriend with the wonderful name Malabar, given her by a father in the import-export business — India was number one. It did not disappoint, terrible as much of its poverty was.
India and Japan. What curious contrasts! India with men in loincloths, women in saris, beggars and freely roaming cows in the streets, wildly carved temples, the Taj Mahal, the villages built of mud and cow dung, the teeming humanity filling the railroad trains, people chewing tooth-reddening betel, the burning ghats at Benares (now Varanasi), stark naked holy sadhus, urchins everywhere. It really was like nowhere else! Then Japan, superficially so modern, mechanized, motorized traffic (rare to see an animal anywhere in the streets), most people of both sexes dressed much as in the United States — but oh, so different underneath! The extreme politeness, the bowing, the almost fanatical faddism (a slot-machine small-time gambling game called pachinko was everywhere filling parlors devoted to it) … invisible strings seemed to be controlling the Japanese. But away from the modern-looking big cities like Tokyo, Nagoya and Osaka I found the quiet, austere, simple elegance of an older Japan (which, curiously, had so big an influence on the 20th century’s modern architecture in the West).