The word ‘turboparalysis’, coined by Michael Lind (who has a brilliant piece on the subject in the Spectator Christmas double issue), is paradoxical, even illogical. And yet it is clear, perfect for our times. Lind defines his term as:
‘a prolonged condition of furious motion without movement in any particular direction, a situation in which the engine roars and the wheels spin but the vehicle refuses to move.’
Turboparalysis is a new word; but its sense is familiar. We are often warned that we ‘risk repeating the mistakes of the 1930s’. Comparison between eras is always awkward. Try to compare, for instance, unemployment in Britain during the Great Depression and the Great Recession and you will see contrast: grainy flat caps in a dole queue versus high-definition commuters waiting for a crowded train. Yet the concerns inherent in Lind’s definition match those of the 1930s; anxiety unites the two eras.
Evelyn Waugh came to deride Vile Bodies (1930), his first commercial triumph.
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