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On the Fourth of July in 1889, Rudyard Kipling found himself near Mammoth Hot Springs in Yellowstone with a party of tourists from New England. He winced as a "clergyman rose up and told them they were the greatest, freest, sublimest, most chivalrous, and richest people on the face of the earth, and they all said Amen."Kipling--who had travelled from India to California, and then across the North American continent--was bewildered by the patriotic hyperbole that seemed to come so naturally to the citizens of the United States. There were many things about America that he loved--battling with a twelve-pound Chinook salmon in Oregon; American girls ("They are clever; they can talk. . . . They are original and look you between the brows with unabashed eyes”)--and he did go and live in Vermont for a while. But he was irritated by the relentless assurances that Americans seemed to require about their country's incomparable virtue. When a "perfectly unknown man attacked me and asked me what I thought of American Patriotism,"Kipling wrote in "American Notes,"his account of the journey,"I said there was nothing like it in the Old Country,"adding, "always tell an American this. It soothes him.”
The Norwegian writer Knut Hamsun, who spent two miserable periods in the American Midwest in the eighteen-eighties--working as, among other things, farmhand, store clerk, railroad laborer, itinerant lecturer, and (more congenially) church secretary--treated the street parades of veterans "with tiny flags in their hats and brass medals on their chests marching in step to the hundreds of penny whistles they are blowing"as if the events were curiously remote tribal rituals. The fact that streetcars were forbidden to interrupt the parades and that no one could absent himself without incurring civic disgrace both interested and unsettled Hamsun. Something ominous seemed to be hatching in America: a strapping child-monster whose runaway physical growth would never be matched by moral or cultural maturity. Hamsun gave lectures about his stays in the United States at the University of Copenhagen, and then made them into a book, "The Cultural Life of Modern America,"that was largely devoted to asserting its nonexistence. Emerson? A dealer in glib generalizations. Whitman? A hot gush of misdirected fervor. For Hamsun, America was, above all, bluster wrapped up in dollar bills. "It is incredible how naively cocksure Americans are in their belief that they can whip any enemy whatsoever,"he wrote. "There is no end to their patriotism; it is a patriotism that never flinches, and it is just as loudmouthed as it is vehement."
By the end of the nineteenth century, the stereotype of the ugly American--voracious, preachy, mercenary, and bombastically chauvinist--was firmly in place in Europe. Even the claim that the United States was built on a foundation stone of liberty was seen as a fraud. America had grown rich on slavery. In 1776, the English radical Thomas Day had written, "If there be an object truly ridiculous in nature, it is an American patriot, signing resolutions of independency with the one hand, and with the other brandishing a whip over his affrighted slaves."After the Civil War, European critics pointed to the unprotected laborers in mines and factories as industrial helots. Just as obnoxious as the fraud of liberty was the fraud of Christian piety, a finger-jabbing rectitude incapable of asserting a policy without invoking the Deity as a co-sponsor. This hallelujah Republic was a bedlam of hymns and hosannas, but the only true church was the church of the Dollar Almighty. And how could the cult of individualism be taken seriously when it had produced a society that set such great store by conformity?
The face of the unloved American did not, of course, come into focus all at once. Different generations of European critics added features to the sketch depending on their own aversions and fears. In the early nineteenth century, with Enlightenment optimism soured by years of war and revolution, critics were skeptical of America's naive faith that it had reinvented politics. Later in the century, American economic...
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