Marc Lambron in der NY-Times International am 31.10.2014:
It’s
amusing to note that as soon as France receives good news, the rest of the
world reacts like a pessimistic doctor. The recent awarding of two Nobel Prizes
to Frenchmen — Patrick Modiano for literature and Jean Tirole for economics —
triggered another round of French bashing. Is the country on its deathbed? Is
its decline irreversible? The details of France’s crisis are well known, and
they are serious problems. Our social and economic model worked beautifully
between 1945 and 1975, years of reconstruction and prosperity.
The
French welfare state was one of the most generous in the world. Waves of
immigrants, in particular those from North Africa, were integrated into a
prosperous economy. For the rest of the world, French grandeur was personified
by General de Gaulle. France asserted itself as a nuclear power, invented the
supersonic plane Concorde and submitted a balanced budget every year. It was
the France of my childhood. In the last 30 years or so, the situation has
deteriorated. France started to live beyond its means. Public expenditures for
social programs rose drastically, and resorting to loans to pay for it all has
put the country deep in debt. The pact the Republic had with its citizens
doesn’t work well anymore, in particular in suburbs where a population of
immigrants feels rejected and is ripe to be recruited by Islamic
fundamentalists.
The
French are jealous of Germany. Many French people hoped that François Hollande
would undertake the reforms the country needs. He was a man with a strong economic
background, a socialist in his 50s who could have embodied progressive
modernism. But President Hollande hasn’t freed himself from his party dogmas —
one of the last political movements in the world cultivating nostalgia for the
Marxist worldview. With more taxes, more public grants, the protective state
has become a devouring state that confiscates and squanders the country’s
resources. The French left continues to promote a fetal relationship with the
real world: a citizen’s life is like that of an embryo sheltered in a
nourishing mother, the state, being fed a diet of subsidies through the
umbilical cord. We’re still awaiting the moment when the child will be born to
the world. And yet, living in France remains desirable. The country has one of
the highest birthrates in Europe.
It
is the foremost tourist destination in the world, a reflection of the appeal of
a certain refinement à la française. In the past few weeks, French culture has
had triumphs beyond Mr. Modiano’s Nobel Prize; the magnificent Picasso Museum
has just reopened in Paris, a reminder of a time not so long ago when artists
from all over the world, from Foujita to Hemingway, Neruda to Chagall, wanted
to live in France. The French emperor of luxury goods, Bernard Arnault, has
inaugurated his Louis Vuitton Foundation, an impressive center for contemporary
culture designed by Frank Gehry. One aspect of the French crisis is the
excessively somber way France, through its media, tends to see itself. This
complacently bereaved vision of France is in large part a journalistic
construction that appeared during Nicolas Sarkozy’s presidency. Since most
French journalists are left-wingers, they have shifted from bashing the former
president to adopting a pessimistic tone in principle, understanding that the
Apocalypse sells. As a result, President Hollande is hunted with cartridges
manufactured to shoot his conservative predecessor.
This
compulsion has set in motion a mimetic echo in the international press. But
what newspapers write about France does not jibe with the experiences or
attitudes of most people who call France home. My fellow citizens are far more
resourceful, courageous and elegant than what’s written about them. And most
foreign visitors don’t leave France with memories of a journey in a ghost
nation. So the theme of the day is not merely the French crisis, it is the
dramatized construction by the media of a gruesome soap opera intended to sell
more copies. The journalistic caste is not afraid of stigmatizing politicians
it loathes and envies, wielding power over public opinion. “Emphasize the
negative,” it sings. In the end, it all depends on perspective. If you consider
life in terms of assets to be earned, France is certainly not the best country
to make a fortune. But if you consider life in terms of taste, there still is a
French exception that remains enigmatic, if not irritating, to the rest of the
world.