Monday, November 24, 2008

Jesus Christ.

It's well established that I'm an avid fan, if not "cybercriminal," of The Economist. But this horizontal bar graph providing the extent of various cyber-crimes is about as aesthetically pleasing as getting a peak at the ass-vertical of the delivery guy. I mean, c'mon: I'm no wardrobe person, or as it's called, "stylist," but the guy looks like a gay-prisoner from a 1920's cartoon or silent film, who now out of jail decides not to get out of his silk horizontaled bar pattern, but put on some dark cat-burglar gloves and go cyber-hacking, obviously worried that he might get his fingerprints on what is ostensibly his personal computer. And what's with the leer? It's about as threatening as bag of pasta. As well, cybercriminals aren't toughs. The ones doing the actually hacking or designing the software, they're gamers and role-players--computer dorks. No doubt some do indeed get rather large from all that lack of activity (I shouldn't talk), sitting there couch-bound and hungry.

If you were wondering why I would know the word "stylist," good catch. I was seeing one for a little while. Good girl. And cool. Client of note: The creepy yet attractive Olson Twin's clothing line photo-shoot. Unfortunately, the two weren't modeling; only one of them was there, and to just give the final nod. What happened? Well, I never saw the results because I didn't hang around much longer--definitely more of an "I'm a moron" move-on. Big eyes. Infectious laugh. Loud. Tough.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Say whaaa?


Apparently, the new pirates aren't as cool as I thought: the ships and crews they've captured and are ransoming are traveling on the high seas unarmed! Say whaaa? I mean Jesus H. Hockey-sticks, how is this possible?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Totally. Bad. Ass.


I know ever place already has it, especially here in NY. I didn't watch the network news last night, so I don't know if they covered it. But check it out, it's not just the cover, they did entire articles!

I love these guys (The Yes Men). They did a fake press conference a few years back, in Louisiana, pretending to be HUD official, fooling local media and government officials, declaring that New Orleans housing projects would not be closed as had been planned, allowing residents homeless from Katrina to move back in. The hoax was less about the planned closure and more a critique of the federal governments inaction in response to the ongoing housing crisis in NO post-Katrina. Coincidentally enough, achem, last winter I wrote a paper about this very topic at a time when riots were breaking out in downtown New Orleans over what was to be done for public and affordable housing in the city. (Warning: it's loooong.)

Friday, November 7, 2008

That bitch is crazy! #62

Iran’s parliament sacked the interior minister, Ali Kordan, an ally of President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, for falsely claiming to have an honorary degree from Oxford University. --The Economist


"How much of a fraud is Bozell? In 1998, Bozell claimed the media weren't paying enough attention to Monica Lewinsky -- at a time when there were 500 news reports a day on the topic. Now he's alternately claiming Obama is a "socialist" and a "Reaganite." And in his column last week, he complained that a recent Project for Excellence in Journalism study overstated the extent of negative coverage of Obama by including "talk-radio hosts from Rush Limbaugh to Randi Rhodes" who are supposed to "express an opinion." But that complaint is completely false. The study in question specifically excluded talk radio. It's right there in the study's methodology: "Talk radio stories, which are part of PEJ's regular NCI, were not included in this campaign study of tone." If Brent Bozell tells you the sun is shining, you better grab an umbrella." --Media Matters for America

Monday, November 3, 2008

Pre-election roundup of what others state better than I

I will say this: yay! it's finally over. Now the media can go back to covering things even more inconsequential to our lives...

Of course you all know my love for Hitchens, whom I haven't heard much from lately. Here he sums up the worst of the increasingly negative, distorted, and base sentiments from McCain-Palin. Not that it matters at this point, except for how McCain will be remembered by history.

I know, I know--it's The New Yorker. But it's good stuff, if not for the more partisan politics of "spreading the wealth" part, than for the always spot on and easily accessible economics of the second. The third is about the apparently only true "maverick" in the Republican party.

Try the links, they may still be available.

Like, Socialism

by Hendrik Hertzberg

Sometimes, when a political campaign has run out of ideas and senses that the prize is slipping through its fingers, it rolls up a sleeve and plunges an arm, shoulder deep, right down to the bottom of the barrel. The problem for John McCain, Sarah Palin, and the Republican Party is that the bottom was scraped clean long before it dropped out. Back when the polls were nip and tuck and the leaves had not yet begun to turn, Barack Obama had already been accused of betraying the troops, wanting to teach kindergartners all about sex, favoring infanticide, and being a friend of terrorists and terrorism. What was left? The anticlimactic answer came as the long Presidential march of 2008 staggered toward its final week: Senator Obama is a socialist.

“This campaign in the next couple of weeks is about one thing,” Todd Akin, a Republican congressman from Missouri, told a McCain rally outside St. Louis. “It’s a referendum on socialism.” “With all due respect,” Senator George Voinovich, Republican of Ohio, said, “the man is a socialist.” At an airport rally in Roswell, New Mexico, a well-known landing spot for space aliens, Governor Palin warned against Obama’s tax proposals. “Friends,” she said, “now is no time to experiment with socialism.” And McCain, discussing those proposals, agreed that they sounded “a lot like socialism.” There hasn’t been so much talk of socialism in an American election since 1920, when Eugene Victor Debs, candidate of the Socialist Party, made his fifth run for President from a cell in the Atlanta Federal Penitentiary, where he was serving a ten-year sentence for opposing the First World War. (Debs got a million votes and was freed the following year by the new Republican President, Warren G. Harding, who immediately invited him to the White House for a friendly visit.)

As a buzzword, “socialism” had mostly good connotations in most of the world for most of the twentieth century. That’s why the Nazis called themselves national socialists. That’s why the Bolsheviks called their regime the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, obliging the socialist and social democratic parties of Europe (and America, for what it was worth) to make rescuing the “good name” of socialism one of their central missions. Socialists—one thinks of men like George Orwell, Willy Brandt, and Aneurin Bevan—were among Communism’s most passionate and effective enemies.

The United States is a special case. There is a whole shelf of books on the question of why socialism never became a real mass movement here. For decades, the word served mainly as a cudgel with which conservative Republicans beat liberal Democrats about the head. When Barry Goldwater and Ronald Reagan accused John F. Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson of socialism for advocating guaranteed health care for the aged and the poor, the implication was that Medicare and Medicaid would presage a Soviet America. Now that Communism has been defunct for nearly twenty years, though, the cry of socialism no longer packs its old punch. “At least in Europe, the socialist leaders who so admire my opponent are upfront about their objectives,” McCain said the other day—thereby suggesting that the dystopia he abhors is not some North Korean-style totalitarian ant heap but, rather, the gentle social democracies across the Atlantic, where, in return for higher taxes and without any diminution of civil liberty, people buy themselves excellent public education, anxiety-free health care, and decent public transportation.

The Republican argument of the moment seems to be that the difference between capitalism and socialism corresponds to the difference between a top marginal income-tax rate of 35 per cent and a top marginal income-tax rate of 39.6 per cent. The latter is what it would be under Obama’s proposal, what it was under President Clinton, and, for that matter, what it will be after 2010 if President Bush’s tax cuts expire on schedule. Obama would use some of the added revenue to give a break to pretty much everybody who nets less than a quarter of a million dollars a year. The total tax burden on the private economy would be somewhat lighter than it is now—a bit of elementary Keynesianism that renders doubly untrue the Republican claim that Obama “will raise your taxes.”

On October 12th, in conversation with a voter forever to be known as Joe the Plumber, Obama gave one of his fullest summaries of his tax plan. After explaining how Joe could benefit from it, whether or not he achieves his dream of owning his own plumbing business, Obama added casually, “I think that when you spread the wealth around, it’s good for everybody.” McCain and Palin have been quoting this remark ever since, offering it as prima-facie evidence of Obama’s unsuitability for office. Of course, all taxes are redistributive, in that they redistribute private resources for public purposes. But the federal income tax is (downwardly) redistributive as a matter of principle: however slightly, it softens the inequalities that are inevitable in a market economy, and it reflects the belief that the wealthy have a proportionately greater stake in the material aspects of the social order and, therefore, should give that order proportionately more material support. McCain himself probably shares this belief, and there was a time when he was willing to say so. During the 2000 campaign, on MSNBC’s “Hardball,” a young woman asked him why her father, a doctor, should be “penalized” by being “in a huge tax bracket.” McCain replied that “wealthy people can afford more” and that “the very wealthy, because they can afford tax lawyers and all kinds of loopholes, really don’t pay nearly as much as you think they do.” The exchange continued:

YOUNG WOMAN: Are we getting closer and closer to, like, socialism and stuff?. . .
MCCAIN: Here’s what I really believe: That when you reach a certain level of comfort, there’s nothing wrong with paying somewhat more.

For her part, Sarah Palin, who has lately taken to calling Obama “Barack the Wealth Spreader,” seems to be something of a suspect character herself. She is, at the very least, a fellow-traveller of what might be called socialism with an Alaskan face. The state that she governs has no income or sales tax. Instead, it imposes huge levies on the oil companies that lease its oil fields. The proceeds finance the government’s activities and enable it to issue a four-figure annual check to every man, woman, and child in the state. One of the reasons Palin has been a popular governor is that she added an extra twelve hundred dollars to this year’s check, bringing the per-person total to $3,269. A few weeks before she was nominated for Vice-President, she told a visiting journalist—Philip Gourevitch, of this magazine—that “we’re set up, unlike other states in the union, where it’s collectively Alaskans own the resources. So we share in the wealth when the development of these resources occurs.” Perhaps there is some meaningful distinction between spreading the wealth and sharing it (“collectively,” no less), but finding it would require the analytic skills of Karl the Marxist.

Greasing the Slide

by James Surowiecki

“Death by a thousand cuts.” “Fire-sale liquidation.” “A vortex of selling.” No matter how people described the market collapse that hit a month ago, the message was the same: it felt like there was nowhere to go but down, and it felt like we’d be going there forever. (Given last week’s dip, it still does.) Beginning on September 29th, the U.S. stock market fell on nine of the next ten trading days, plummeting twenty-six per cent; then, after a short, sharp rally, it lost ten per cent more in less than two days. Explanations for the crash often focussed on the hysteria and panic that periodically seem to seize investors. But the madness of crowds wasn’t the whole story. In a healthy market, there are countercyclical forces—mechanisms and institutions that go against the general market trend and encourage diversity of thinking—that make it harder for feedback loops and vicious cycles to take hold. Lately, though, many of these institutions and mechanisms have become procyclical: instead of countering trends, they amplify them.

Take, for instance, the credit rating agencies, which investors rely upon for evaluations of companies’ creditworthiness and general financial well-being. They are supposed to be a kind of early-warning system for investors, evaluating the health of companies in a way that’s insulated from prevailing market trends. Yet many studies have found that rating agencies are more likely to upgrade companies when investors are bullish and downgrade them when investors are bearish. This makes rating changes less useful to investors and also means that they push the market in the direction it’s already going. On October 9th, Standard & Poor’s announced, late in the day, that it was considering downgrading G.M. That helped an already shaky market fall four per cent in the final hour of trading.

Wall Street analysts have also been good at pouring gasoline on a raging fire. Analysts’ ability to take the long view and scrutinize company fundamentals should make them a counterweight whenever investors get too giddy or too gloomy. And sometimes it works that way: last fall, when investors were still relatively optimistic about banks, Oppenheimer’s Meredith Whitney correctly forecast serious trouble for the industry. More often, though, we see what the U.C.L.A. finance professor Bradford Cornell calls “positive feedback between stock price movements and analyst recommendations.” In other words, analysts often end up following the market, rather than leading it. In the case of a sell-off, this tends to make a bad situation worse. Earlier this month, Goldman Sachs downgraded steel companies like AK Steel. A bold call, you might think, except that it came only after AK Steel’s stock had fallen nearly seventy-five per cent in two months.

Rating agencies and Wall Street analysts are always with us. But the most destructive procyclical force in today’s market is relatively new—hedge funds. There’s an irony here: hedge funds have been touted as a great countercyclical force. Because hedge-fund investors, unlike mutual-fund investors, usually can’t pull their money out on a daily basis, the funds were supposed to be able to take a longer-term view and pursue contrarian strategies (like the hedge-fund manager John Paulson’s huge bets against the subprime bubble). Because they can follow myriad investment strategies—selling short as well as going long, trading derivatives, and so on—they were supposed to add diversity to the market. And the growing influence of hedge funds did indeed coincide with a decline in market volatility. A study by the Federal Reserve Bank of Cleveland showed that hedge funds generally made markets more stable.

Unfortunately, what was true of normal markets has turned out to be irrelevant in a crisis. Hedge-fund investors can’t ask for their money back tomorrow, but they commonly can ask for it at the end of any quarter, and after the market’s tumble this summer many of them did just that—to the tune of more than forty billion dollars in September alone, according to one estimate. The funds had to raise cash to meet those redemptions, which led them to dump stocks seemingly without regard to price. This colossal liquidation led stocks with a high percentage of hedge-fund ownership to fall, in some cases, forty or fifty per cent in a matter of weeks. The problem was magnified by the fact that the funds inevitably piggyback on one another’s trades, which made the selling feed on itself. And the faster funds’ positions shrank the more shares they had to sell in order to raise cash. The process was made still more destructive by many hedge funds’ reliance on leverage—funds often make bets totalling four or five times their capital. On the way up, leverage is great for maximizing returns. On the way down, it’s great at maximizing pain.

The great paradox of the sell-off, then, is that the factors that were supposed to increase the flow of information to investors, foster long-term thinking, and encourage contrarian positions did exactly the opposite. If there’s a silver lining in all this, it’s that investors who can endure past the present moment now have the chance to buy what at least look like very cheap stocks. Still, it’s not surprising that investors have been unwilling to step up. It’s hard enough to catch a falling knife. But it’s nearly impossible when hedge funds are hurling it.

(Only the first page, of the following article--it's long.)

Odd Man Out

Chuck Hagel’s Republican exile.

by Connie Bruck

In early June, Senators Chuck Hagel and John McCain met in Hagel’s office on Capitol Hill. McCain, the presumptive Republican Presidential nominee, considered Hagel—a fellow-Republican and the senior senator from Nebraska—among his closest friends in Congress. Six months earlier, in December, 2007, McCain’s campaign manager, Rick Davis, had asked Hagel to endorse McCain and campaign with him in the upcoming primaries. Hagel had demurred. Even after McCain became the presumptive nominee, in March, Hagel, asked repeatedly on the Sunday-morning talk shows whether he was going to endorse him, remained noncommittal.

In Washington, the men’s friendship was well known, and unsurprising. Both were hard-driving, politically conservative, hot-tempered, and humorous. They had served in Vietnam and were known as independent thinkers, averse to Party orthodoxy. And although they could be self-deprecating, they had a penchant for righteousness that did not endear them to many colleagues. McCain had campaigned in Nebraska for Hagel in 1996, during Hagel’s first Senate race, which he won in an upset against Ben Nelson, the former Nebraska governor (and current Democratic senator). A photograph in Hagel’s office shows him newly elected, with the five other senators who were Vietnam veterans: McCain, Bob Kerrey, Chuck Robb, John Kerry, and Max Cleland, who lost both legs and an arm in the war. Cleland, seated in a wheelchair, has made a joke, which they all seem to be enjoying. But Hagel and McCain didn’t become close until, about a year and a half later, McCain read a story about Hagel and the Nebraska gubernatorial race in Roll Call, the Capitol Hill newspaper. As the article recounted, Jon Christensen, the onetime front-runner in the 1998 Republican primary, had attacked his opponent with a harsh negative mailer in the final days before the election. Hagel and other Party officials in Nebraska, who had said that they would remain neutral, scolded Christensen and declared that his tactics “embarrassed Nebraska.” Christensen lost by a large margin. The story quoted Hagel as saying, “The most dangerous element of our political future in this country is candidates who debase and degrade the political process by straight-out lies and misleading spots on television. It’s a cancer to our system.” Hagel told me that McCain came to his office to talk to him about the article and said, “You know, I’m really proud of you for doing that. Not many people would have done it.”

In 2000, when McCain first ran for President, Hagel was one of only four senators who endorsed him, and he became co-chair of the McCain campaign. McCain lost in the South Carolina primary after evangelicals led by Pat Robertson and Ralph Reed rallied the Christian right to George W. Bush. A smear campaign in the state suggested that McCain had fathered Bridget, the Bangladeshi orphan he and his wife, Cindy, adopted in 1993. Hagel declared that Bush had “sold his soul to the right wing” and called Bush’s campaign “the filthiest” he had ever seen. McCain was invited to speak at the 2000 Republican National Convention, and Hagel was allotted three minutes for the introduction. Moments before he was to walk onstage, a member of Bush’s team told him that he would have only ninety seconds. Hagel excoriated the man with a ferocity that McCain would have appreciated—and he delivered his three-minute speech.

After September 11, 2001, differences in Hagel’s and McCain’s views on foreign policy became sharper, and more consequential. Hagel, a member of the Senate Committee on Foreign Relations, is an ardent internationalist—“All of us are touched by every event that unfolds in every corner of the world,” he often says. An advocate for a strong military, he also believes that military force should be the last tool of statecraft. McCain has an almost religious belief in American exceptionalism and the merits of using military force to protect the nation’s interests and promote its values. (“Whatever sacrifices you must bear,” he told young men and women at the U.S. Naval Academy, in October, 2001, “you will know a happiness far more sublime than pleasure.”) In the months after the September 11th attacks, he became an enthusiastic promoter of war in Iraq. In early January, 2002, as warplanes took off for Afghanistan, McCain stood on the flight bridge of the U.S.S. Theodore Roosevelt, an aircraft carrier in the Arabian Sea, and yelled, “Next up, Baghdad!” Hagel, who was on the trip with the same congressional delegation, told a reporter, “I think it would be wrong, very shortsighted, and very dangerous for the United States to unilaterally move on Iraq.”

Despite misgivings about the Bush Administration’s buildup to war—misgivings that Hagel aired repeatedly in public—he voted for the October, 2002, war resolution. (He has since said that he regrets his vote.) On the Senate floor, he declared, “Actions in Iraq must come in the context of an American-led, multilateral approach to disarmament, not as the first case for a new American doctrine involving the preëmptive use of force.” He also expressed fear about what he calls “the uncontrollables”—the unpredictable consequences of military action—and about America’s limited knowledge of the Middle East. “How many of us really know and understand Iraq, the country, the history, the people, and the role in the Arab world?” he asked. “The American people must be told of this long-term commitment, risk, and cost of this undertaking. We should not be seduced by the expectations of dancing in the streets.” In September, 2004, he called the situation in Iraq “beyond pitiful.” Senator John Kerry, in a debate with President Bush in the 2004 campaign, quoted Hagel’s comment, which rankled Hagel’s Republican colleagues. Hagel has frequently described the Administration’s “war on terror” as ill-conceived sloganeering and has argued that, in addition to fighting terrorism, we must fight the poverty and despair that enable terrorism to flourish. In a committee hearing in early 2007, he denounced the Bush Administration’s proposed “surge” strategy, which McCain strongly supported, as “the most dangerous foreign-policy blunder in this country since Vietnam.”

Little late, but, um, it's me, so...

For Poe fans or anyone who likes a bit of gore; especially involving animals. Here's my only academic output, so far this fall: a meditation on the short story, "The Black Cat." Enjoy.

(In body and as attachment--it's long for a blog, I know.)


Mad He Is Not

So claims the protagonist, for he dares not “expect nor solicit” the reader to believe his story. Of course it is just this initial proclamation that belies his true state. The character goes on to say that although his “senses reject their own evidence,” he does “not dream” either. In what is perhaps one of the first pieces of literature to prefigure the oncoming field of psychology, specifically abnormal psychology, Poe’s short story The Black Cat delivers unto the world a fiend, a sociopath of the first order, a man obsessed—with his sanity, with his nature, with evil, and, of course, with a particular bête noire, more demon than animal.

Dissociation and sociopathy are two key psychological traits Poe grants his narrator; both in the admission by the latter of his inability to find causation in the series of events that have unfolded, and the increasing lack of empathy he displays towards those around him (feline and otherwise: namely, his wife). The condemned man writes his tale, he argues, hoping for “some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than [his] own, which will perceive…nothing more than ordinary succession of very natural cause and effects.” The implication being that the he himself, suffering an acute dissociation—a disconnection from reality—cannot. Apparently the logic and reason that every human being is endowed with—at least according to the previous era’s Enlightenment thinkers and Poe’s contemporary Utilitarians—has escaped the grasp of this poor fellow. Perhaps Poe was taking exception to this rigid structure and design of human consciousness, as presented by his intellectual forbearers. Further, he could be suggesting that the way in which traumatic experiences and their cascading emotions can overcome and overwhelm a “normal” psychological disposition.

In the story, the catalyst of the anti-hero’s turn towards the dark side is the “Fiend Intemperance;” i.e., drinking alcohol. This darker world he moves in is one without reason, logic or order; but, also, one removed from joy and the lacking of a connectedness to others. In the soon to be common nomenclature of the 20th century: a sociopath. First, he becomes abusive to his previously beloved animals. (This activity now being a tell-tale—no pun intended—sign of a child or adolescent predisposed to sociopathic behavior, and crucial indicator within the serial-killer “profile.”) Next, to his wife he “offered her personal violence.” This act marks the transition from troubled alcoholic to the depraved indifference of a killer. It is soon after he fixates his hatred and retribution upon the cat, Pluto. For what is it to pluck the eye of a cat in return for a superficial wound inflicted by “the beast,” if the beating of a spouse is no cause for compunction?

Again in rebuke to the Enlightenment, the notions of free will and of the intellect over physicality are questioned to the extent that external forces affect the actions and thoughts of an individual (or of the group, as well, but not of purpose here). The man in the story, while over a hundred years ahead of his time in labeling alcoholism as a disease, blames his actions and disposition on his drinking; another psychological defect: blame avoidance. It should be no surprise then that Poe was living and writing in the era of early communist and socialist thinkers, some of their theories being dependent on the idea of structuralism—where humanity is shaped by the structures within which it lives, vices included.

Perverse He Is

Only when a man cares for nothing, is he free to do anything.

After dear Pluto regains a sense of normalcy, granted an eye sort, the scoundrel of man truly begins to take shape. To be expected even at this point, while he had initially felt some “remorse” at his injurious act, his “soul remained untouched,” and the man is left with a feeling of “irritation” about the animal. Here Poe lays down one last coat of paint that will color and mask the malefactor’s psyche, his “final and irrevocable overthrow.” An admitted “spirit of PERVERSNESS” is to become his ultimate obsession. What Poe means by “perverseness” goes beyond mere recalcitrance or even abnormality, and still further than immorality. An obsessive malevolence draws nearer the magnitude and depravity of which the man is endowed.

Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? …It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself—to offer violence to its own nature—that urged me to continue and finally to consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute.

Finally the true offending brute is revealed, and it is not the cat, but himself. He is both the source and the focus of the violence. Self-destruction, self-immolation, in a word, one German word: selbstzerstörung, or self-destruction. If “perpetual inclination [is] to violate that which is Law,” what more than the inborn law of self-preservation is there to be broken? If life is a gift granted to the world, then what better form of refutation, of perverseness.

It is in this frame of mind the protagonist hangs his cat from the tree in the yard thusly. Here, Poe takes on the religious language of sin and damnation. As shown above, he “hung it because [he] knew that in doing so [he] was committing a sin.” And consequently, “jeopardize [his] immortal soul…even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of…God.” An intentional transgression plays out bringing forth not only self-destruction but self-damnation. Even Adam and Eve knew not their fate for their own act of willful defiance, yet this man clamors for retribution still.

Such is found briskly, in a more modern phrase, Western-worded and Eastern-conceptualized: instant-karma. The couple’s house is set aflame the very same evening of the cat’s demise. However, only after this immolation, the dead cat—in his mind, anyway—to blame, does the villain’s true obsession begin. He confesses: “My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up, and I resigned myself thenceforth to despair.” But it was not a lonely despair; the man soon finds another cynosure for his perverseness—a new feline descends upon the scene.

She Fell Bodily

Predictably enough, by the by our man comes to loathe the new animal as much as the first, and again he is possessed from within. The cycle begins again.

Evil thoughts became my sole intimates—the darkest and most evil of thoughts. The moodiness of my usual temper increased to a hatred of all mankind…a fury to which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas, was the most usual…of sufferers.

Indeed, suffer she does. In the following paragraph, while defending the cat from attack, she is dispatched by the swing of an axe to the head, with the haste of “some household errand.” Most telling is that from that point forward the wife is never again mentioned with use of a pronoun, indicating a person. True to form, in the mind of a sociopath, she is only referred to as “the body” or “the corpse” or, even, simply “it.” With as much feeling as one would have for pieces of meat, he ponders “[m]any projects” so as to conceal his crime, such as “cutting the corpse into minute fragments” (18). Eventually, the murderer having “wall[ed] it up in the cellar,” remarks at how well he is able to sleep “even with the burden of murder in my soul.” This doesn’t sound like much of a burden at all.

Although he waxes secure in his crime hidden and the cat now apparently run away, this over confidence betrays his inner self-destructive desire. With great bravado does the monster welcome inspection of his concealment by the police, in the end undone by the sound of a cat from behind the cellar wall. Two options present themselves for reflection. First, if truly there were a cat, how did a man, even in a great hurry, not see or hear the animal while the building of the wall was in progress? And then the beast waited days and many opportunities to speak up? No, this cat, as was the first one to set the house aflame after being strung up in the yard, is nothing more than the manifestation of the narrator’s last sociopathic obsession: to be caught and punished. Selbstzerstörung never felt so good.