Brett Williams 2007-11-02
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If you're familiar with bloated postmodern verbosity, masking political agendas and gaining tenure to the humanities department, this book will keep you laughing for hours! It's largely about The Sokal Hoax (see appendix) as well as abuses of scientific and mathematical language dominating postmoderns, dismantled one after another in the body of the book. Sokal, a professor of physics (real science, not social "science") canvassed what looks like thousands of postmodern papers flushed in untreated torrents from academia. By pulling together this nasty set of aromas Sokal creates a bouquet for those he drenches with praise throughout the hoax (applying Lodge's maxim, "It is impossible to be excessive in flattery of one's pears"). The hoax itself is a postmodern paper incorporating popularized exploitation of esoteric scientific jargon and scientific illiteracy in service to postmodern fantasies. Sokal then got it published in one of their premier "journals", where it was an instant smash ("Social Text" - "A daring and controversial leader in the field of cultural studies", which went on to win the 1996 Ig Noble Award for their work). As a physicist, Sokal, with a real grasp of the lingo, then like any good snake oil salesman or faith healer, simply connected esoteric language to what postmoderns want to hear most, i.e. "that physical reality is at bottom a social and linguistic construct." Thus science is mere politics (another Western bias), with nothing whatsoever to do with the realities of nature. (Ignoring minor matters like curing small pox, man on the moon, Voyager to Saturn, computers, TV, cell phones, planes, trains and automobiles.) There is thus no objective truth, allowing postmoderns to tell us what it really is. Such as feminist "theorist" Sandra Harding's claim (formerly Cornell, now UCLA - yes, universities compete for these people) that Isaac Newton's Principia Mathematica is "in fact" a "rape manual"... Huh? The mental acrobatics these people perform is a sight to make even old, stuffy Oswald Spengler blanch (who said, "Modern art is mental acrobatics as a substitute for talent"). At some point Sokal could bare no more praise heaped high on his efforts, nor references to his "ground-breaking work", so he revealed it for what it was. Not only did the kings and queens have no clothes, but their bodies looked so funny under the optic of Sokal's glare. They'd been duped and they knew it. Wheels of postmodern correctness squealed into reverse to say they'd always known Sokal was a fake.
Sokal's hoax makes clear that postmodern "science", like feminist "science", is no different than "proletariat science" applied to agriculture in China's "Great Leap Forward" of 1958-1962 resulting in 40 million deaths to starvation (i.e. they're not science). "If science were merely a negotiation of social conventions about what is agreed to be true", writes Sokal, it wouldn't work at all, nor would scientists from different cultures, times, political regimes come to the same conclusion, nor create the same explanations independently. Apparently the human brain is quite capable of grasping the way nature really is.
Notice postmodern parallels to Creationism (Intelligent Design). Sokal notes, "a tendency to confuse technical meanings of words such as `uncertainty' and `discontinuity' with their everyday meanings." (Creationists use scientific "theory" to mean guess or hunch.) A postmodern "fondness for the most subjective writings... interpreted in a radical way that goes far beyond [intended meanings]". (Likewise, Creationists take remarks out of context for the same purpose and to argue for descent among scientists about evolution when it is details that generate debate, not the fact of evolution itself.) Postmodernists on the radical, fringe Left never knew they were so cozy with Creationists on the radical, fringe Right.
Contrary to reactions to Sokal and Bricmont, they know exactly what postmoderns are up to (imposters longing to be scientists are rarely hard to unravel), as both examine the output of this sect, verbatim. Noam Chomsky generously labeled these people "amusing and perfectly self-conscious charlatans", but more, they've discovered a means to swindel the civilizations they inhabit and loath often for its wealth and power, to gain wealth and power. As Andreski is quoted, "The recipe for authorship in this line of business is as simple as it is rewarding: just get hold of a textbook on mathematics, copy the less complicated parts... without worrying unduly about whether the formula [have any bearing]" and give it a good sounding title. To know these people are "adults", supposedly "educated" adults - it's astonishing. But thanks to Sokal and Bricmont, delightful.
Sokal and Bricmont make postmodernism fun, and shows us there's a good chance we've been misunderstanding these people for these last fifty years - they're really comedians. And to think we took them seriously. If the public only knew what academic freedom protected at the local university at their tax dollar's expense, they might not be laughing.