Popular Culture Review Vol. 5, No. 1, February 1994 | Page 100

96 Popular Culture Review Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight. Where ignorant armies clash by night. Armies brought Mailer the greatest critical acclaim he had had since The Naked and the Dead (1948). It won both the 1968 National Book Award for arts and letters and the Pulitzer Prize for general nonfiction: but part of what distinguished it from Mailer's long list of failures was simply its critical moment. For once, in his frankly confessed confusion over these events. Mailer spoke for much of the nation. In less modest days he had clung to a politics of purism, turning first to revolutionary socialism and then to the radical solipsism of the "hipster." In The Vihite Negro he had accepted anarchy as the only viable alternative to totalitarianism. Virtue lay in divorce from society, and in setting out on an "uncharted journey into the rebellious imperatives of the s e lf (Mailer, White 275-76). Through the 1960s, however. Mailer's radicalism receded under layers of doubt. This seemed to put him close to the New Left, with its similar impatience for Old Left certainties; but the resemblance proved fleeting. As new certainties replaced the old. Mailer found himself "stranded in the sixties," fascinated and yet appalled by stalwart revolutionaries such as Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, or especially Walter Teague, whose tireless lectures he suffered for hours after his arrest (Armies 181). In Armies of the Night we find Mailer—a self-styled "left conservative"—alienated not only from the political factions nulling around him in the March, but even from his own putative convictions. Mailer's politics of uncertainty gains new meaning in the 1990s. Granting all the doubts. Mailer refused to give up on political, cultural and literary referentiality. He declined, that is, the anesthetic of pure, textualist aesthetics. While he problematized realism, he remained responsible to a world where literature has real consequence and—in accord with today's "postmodernism of resistance"—judgment may be the only alternative to complicity. For Mailer, however, judgment is as much an imaginative act as a rational one. If this view distances him from ordinary journalism (Weber 81), it is not just because he takes fictional liberties.