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Profiled at the Guardian around his new book in which he suggests that Jesus was a Palestinian insurgent. And apparently any pissing off of Martin Amis was only an added bonus.
‘Let me make one thing clear before we start,’ Terry Eagleton says. ‘I did not do this book about Jesus just to piss off Martin Amis.’ I guess he wouldn’t mind too much if it did, though. The book about Jesus is a new reading of the Gospels, out in time for Christmas, in which Eagleton asks the question, ‘Was Christ a revolutionary?’ and answers it mostly in the affirmative. It is a typical Eagleton stocking-filler: short, iconoclastic, fiercely clever; it places Jesus on the fringe of Palestinian insurgents against Rome, in the political wing of the anti-imperialist Zealots. The essay takes Eagleton back to his earliest intellectual outings at Cambridge in the Sixties, where he made a name for himself contributing to a curious Marxist Christian magazine called Slant. It is also the latest offensive in his argument with what he likes to call ’smug, liberal, rationalist’ opinion, of which his ongoing war of words with Amis is the most visible engagement.
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Eagleton has a practised ability to change the terms of a question, a product of the years when he used to excuse himself from High Table at Oxford in order to debate the progress of the struggle with comrades from the Workers’ Socialist League and shop floor activists from the car plant at Cowley. The caricature has always been that of the armchair revolutionary, singing rebel songs in Irish pubs, before slipping back to the dreaming spires. He liked to romanticise himself in his Oxford days as ‘the barbarian in the citadel’, spreading sedition to the sons and daughters of privilege. Though his detractors charged him with intellectual bandwagon-jumping, he has stayed stubbornly faithful to his teenage socialism, a fact which has given him revered status among two generations of dissenting undergraduates.
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December 18th, 2007 at 10:39 am
Just after Christmas 05 I took a train from Cambridge to London (yes, England–I not to acknowledge those names as applied to drab Canadian towns), and I kept seeing a poster on the platforms depicting a baby, silk-screened in red and white in homage to Che Guevara, with a caption reading: “December 25, A Revolutionary is Born.”
I initially tallied it up as more evidence of moribund Christianity going haywire, but actually the whole Jebus-rebranded-as-Marxist thing goes back a long way, especially in Britain. Orwell remarked in the late thirties upon how many of the Modernists who had converted to fashionable Catholicism during the inter-war years were now “converting” to fashionable communism. Hewlitt Johnson, a Dean of Canterbury, used to publish pro-Soviet literature on his state-church salary. In the eastern bloc, some religious leaders took the same tack: the Patriarch of the Romanian Orthodox church, for example, proclaimed that “Christ is a Soviet Man.”
Alas, oppressed creatures sigh in the most peculiar ways.