Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us!


Ralph Nader begins his new book, Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us!, with an author’s note that attempts to clarify any genre confusion the reader might have. “This book is not a novel,” he announces. “Nor is it nonfiction. In the literary world, it might be described as a ‘practical utopia.’ ” It’s a smart clarification to offer because, by the aesthetic criteria of either of those two more common forms, it is a colossal, Hindenburgian disaster.

As a novel it is a dismal affair: gracelessly written, ploddingly plotted, and long. Oh God so long. And as a political tract it advances a conception of politics both grossly condescending and depressingly elitist. Democracy, Nader seems to say, could be ours: if only the oligarchs would get behind it.

The basic plot goes like this. Moved by pity to travel to New Orleans in the wake of Katrina to oversee relief efforts, Warren Buffett encounters one desperately poor and grateful recipient of his charity who announces, “Only the super-rich can save us.” This gets Buffett thinking, and he proceeds to convene a top secret meeting in a Maui resort. There he gathers an eclectic group of the super-rich: Paul Newman, George Soros, Bill Gates Sr., Ted Turner, Barry Diller, Peter Lewis (owner of Progressive Insurance), and, somewhat randomly, Yoko Ono, among others, to create a “people’s revolt of the rich.”

The group begins fomenting a progressive reformist movement along dozens of tracks: creating an alternative to the reactionary Chamber of Commerce; putting pressure on Wal-Mart to allow its workers to unionize (partly by buying up local competitors and subsidizing them to undercut Wal-Mart’s prices); founding a Clean Elections Party to challenge congressional incumbents; and galvanizing public opinion with organized lunch demonstrations and publicity stunts like running corporations for public office and proposing the pledge of alliance be amended so that it ends, “With liberty and justice for some.” Oh yeah: and Warren Beatty runs for governor of California. The ultimate aim is to pass a slate of transformational reform legislation through congress, (“The Agenda”) that will clean up politics, humanize the economy and usher in a new more democratic progressive era. I won’t spoil the ending by telling you if they succeed.

Most, though not all, of the “Meliorists” programs are worthy, even ingenious. And if I were a funder, and I read them described in a grant application, I’d be inclined to reach for my checkbook. But the proffering of proposals and implementation thereof is hardly the stuff of gripping narrative. So Nader is left to spool most of the tale out through a series of reoccurring meetings, in Maui and elsewhere, where details of progress on the various fronts are reported and discussed. If you’ve ever thought to yourself that the fiction you’ve been reading doesn’t contain enough in-depth accounts of what people said at meetings, then this book will be a revelation.

And my how they talk: long, intricate, disquisitions on everything from the dangers of too big to fail — “Bigness all over the world spells omnicide over time, to my way of thinking” — to spiritual-aesthetic riffs — “It’s no accident that the words ‘truth’ and ‘beauty’ have been joined together in the arts and literature of all cultures” — to descriptions of the granular details of organization building — “Is there such a thing as a too big, too busy epicenter?…Right now mine is neither, and it’s flowing nicely into the desired channels, but I’ve imposed certain hurdles on my epicenter entrants, and I wonder if I should be doing that.”

Yet somehow, despite the fact the entire conceit of the book involves an extremely unlikely group of 15 different people coming together in an improbable collective effort, every single one of them sounds identical. I’ll just quote one peroration more or less at random: “We have to treat the young seriously, and therefore respectfully, which means no pandering. They’re an important constituency. If we can get even a small percentage of them involved in, say, becoming lecturers on their campuses, think how much discussion and debate would be aroused in the high schools, colleges and universities. From such ferments rise great social movements. Turn off the TV, the computer, the CDs and DVDs — and I’m not just talking about the kids. Get together face to face, put your arms around each other’s shoulders, fill the sidewalks, the cafés, the parks, the veterans’ and union halls, the senior citizen centers. Refurbish the commons! We’ve got to galvanize the credibility groups around the specific legislation. We’ve got to use all the dynamics that have been building since January to the utmost for the final drive behind the Agenda.”

Those words are uttered by the Bill Cosby character. Now the real Bill Cosby happens to be a fascinating person whose politics are difficult to pigeonhole. But he sounds nothing like this. Fine, you say, it’s a work of fiction, but the problem is that no one talks like this — “From such ferments rise great social movements” — except maybe Ralph Nader. Which raises the question: what is the point of inventing dozens of characters only to have them all more or less mouth the same convictions, perspectives, and platitudes in the same uncanny progressobot voice? You might as well just say what you want to say and spare us the pretense.

Nader’s inability to create genuinely distinct characters leads to another problem. The group of billionaires, with their massive egos, rarely ever disagrees or argues; they don’t ever seem to ever rub each other the wrong way. (“I second Paul and Barry heartily,” said Phil. “Access to mass media outlets is crucial.”) Sure, the Meliorists’ actions inspire a counter-revolt organized by the right wing and corporate interests, but these are largely ineffectual and happen in the same strange frictionless universe. For a novel whose ostensible subject is an epic political battle that transforms the country, there’s essentially no genuine, human conflict. (Or, for that matter, emotion.)

Part of this is due to the fact that Nader simply never bothers to really write a genuine scene. Almost all of the action happens offstage. Nader never shows when he can tell. This literary failing connects to the book’s fundamental political failing, which is its conception of progressive political change as something that can happen because a bunch of very bright, rich, and powerful people get together and decide they want to see it happen — plotting it out and then executing it as one might a lavish retirement party. While there may be hiccups, there is no struggle. Sure, it’s a utopia, but it’s supposed to be a practical one, and in the real world conflict, heartache, and grinding struggle are irreducibly part of the long human march towards justice and equality. You can’t create an alternate universe in which that isn’t the case and still pretend it has something to teach us. In this book Nader has, to invoke the old joke about economists, assumed a can opener.

The country has grown so oligarchic, so corrupt, and the interests that oppose reform and progress so entrenched, it is tempting to look for short-cuts, which is, ironically, what this 800-page book describes. Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us! is meant to inspire, to show that another world is possible, that change could happen here, now, in our lifetimes. But its effect on me was just the opposite. Emma Goldman famously said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” Well, if have to listen to invented self-important gas-bags drone on portentously for 800 pages in Nader’s voice, I don’t much want to be part of his.

*Editor’s Note: A physicist, a chemist and an economist are stranded on an island, with nothing to eat. A can of soup washes ashore. The physicist says, “Let’s smash the can open with a rock.” The chemist says, “Let’s build a fire and heat the can first.” The economist says, “Assume a can-opener…”