a tale of two aristocracies

When was the last time you thought of Thomas Jefferson and Elvis Presley in the same context?

Thomas Jefferson portrait by Rembrandt Peale, 1800 (public domain)
Elvis Presley portrait by Ollie Atkins, 1970

Last week I brought up these two personalities in a class discussion about aristocracy, and that was likely a first for me. This semester, I’m teaching a class on the Evolution of Spaces in History in which last week’s topic was Aristocratic Spaces – an overview of historical forts and palaces of India. Every week, I ask students to give a lecture on the week’s topic, which is followed by a discussion and then a debate prompted by a provocative statement.

This week’s provocation said that the government, as the nominal owner of these forts and palaces, should sell them to modern-day celebrities, who would take up the architectural legacy of these places and live there in splendour like the modern-day aristocrats they are – corporate leaders, movie stars, musicians, athletes. These are the people that have replaced the rajahs and emperors as the aristocrats of modern society, so doesn’t it make sense that they should occupy the spaces historically reserved for them?

The provocation was a hypothetical statement meant to stimulate a discussion about the changing nature of aristocracy in the social order. It generated a lively debate, but it got me thinking about an American road trip I took in my college days, a road trip that illustrated the near-perfect alignment between the aristocrats of the past and the present. And this is where Jefferson and Presley came into the picture.

The Road Trip

During spring break in 1996, my friend Larry and I decided to take a road trip from New Jersey down to New Orleans. Neither of us had ever been there, and my cousin was studying architecture at Tulane University, so we thought it would be a good opportunity to see the city as well as visit another architecture school. The drive takes a couple of days so along the way we visited two places we’d always wanted to see – two sites that figured prominently in our architectural and cultural heritage. 

The first was Monticello, the Virginia home of Thomas Jefferson – statesman, architect, third President, author of the Declaration of Independence, and founding father of the American nation. 

The second was Graceland, the Memphis home of Elvis Presley – singer, actor, prolific hip-shaker, author of Heartbreak Hotel, and founding father of American rock-n-roll. 

Monticello (left) and Graceland (right) (wikimedia commons)

It was well after our road trip had ended when I reflected on the bizarre similarity in visiting these two holy shrines to American culture, one after the other. Sure, there are differences between them. One is highbrow; the other is decidedly lowbrow. One is centuries old; the other, decades. One was owned by a politician and bureaucrat; the other by a popular entertainer (a distinction that has recently blurred, I know). One is situated on a quiet, pastoral, country estate; the other in a metro city on a main traffic artery. But as I now think about the physical visits to both of these places – the similar sequences, narratives, highlights, and commentaries on the lives of the men who lived there – I can’t help but dwell on how celebrity and aristocracy are perceived by the masses. How we perceive the lives of people who have shaped our collective culture. Who we admire and look up to over time and what that says about our own evolution as a society.

The Home of an Aristocrat

There is so much that was comparable in the experience of visiting these two monuments (or at least twenty-five years ago when I visited them). When you reach Monticello, you park at a visitors’ center, purchase a ticket, and board a minibus that takes you up the estate itself. Same with Graceland, where you board the bus for a short drive across the street up the similar long, circular driveway leading to the house itself. Both are situated at the crown of a hill, overlooking a wooded and grassy estate.

The houses are both stately mansions with a similar classical façade – symmetrical, with a central entry portico with standard neoclassical elements of columns and pediments. Both are meant to evoke the psychological image of “home” while sending the clear signal that someone of importance lives here. 

When you enter each home, your tour group of about 10 tourists is taken through the various rooms of the houses, while the tour guide offers a descriptive commentary on the life of the prominent man who lived there. I don’t think there could be two men more different than Thomas Jefferson and Elvis Presley, and indeed the décor of both places bears this out. You won’t find mirrored ceilings or crushed velvet cushions in Monticello, and you won’t find ancient oak floorboards in Graceland. Both homes look exactly how you would expect the homes of their residents to be. Jefferson’s home is dignified yet rustic while Presley’s is kitschy and opulent. Both are designed with innovations that reflect the lifestyle of the owner – Jefferson built his modest bed into the poché and installed a dumbwaiter from the wine cellar hidden in the dining room fireplace. Elvis outfitted his basement with a wall of television screens and stereo equipment. 

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Jefferson’s alcove bed, built into the wall. (history.org)
Graceland TV room and bar in basement | Lee Bennett | Flickr
The basement entertainment area in Graceland (Lee Bennett on Flickr)

Only one of the tour guides mentioned the owner’s predilection for fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I’ll let you guess which one it was.

Both tours culminate in a visit to an onsite museum of the owner’s personal memorabilia and both end with a short walk to their respective grave sites, where visitors are expected to pay their final respects to two men who profoundly shaped the culture of their country, but in two markedly different ways and in two very different eras of American history.

Graves of Jefferson (left) and Presley (right) on the grounds of their respective estates (wikimedia commons)

Aristocracy Evolves

What does this say about aristocracy in America, or anywhere for that matter? What does this say about who our society values, past and present? Both Jefferson and Presley are deeply revered and memorialized. Both served their countries as patriots through critical wars – Jefferson as a politician, and Presley as a soldier. Both were populists, admired and well-liked by the common man. Are both aristocrats?

Jefferson fits the description in the traditional way. He was literally a member of the landed gentry and was as close to a feudal lord as one would find in democratic, colonial America. But such people are few and far-between in modern society. Powerful men these days are not known to be gentleman farmers. Numerous late night talk show hosts have made light of the fact that a photo of a pop star is more recognizable to the modern general public than a historically important politician or wartime hero. People model their lives and lifestyles on the personalities and behaviours of entertainers, not on the philosophies of founding fathers. And most would admit that real political control lies more in the hands of corporate oligarchs than in the people who are actually elected into office.

Yet the admiration we have for them is the same. The influence they’ve had on our lives is the same. The affluent elite of today garner the same level of attention and admiration as the landed aristocrats of yesterday (as well as the same reproach and infamy when things go wrong). The lords and landowners, princes and emperors are no different in that respect than the powerful influencers of the modern world; they hold the same sway over the way we live and they wield the same level of power to impact our lives.

The reasons for this are too many to discuss here, but I think a lot of it has to do with the emergence of democracy as the new paradigm for global governance. People’s heroes and influencers are nowadays more likely to have emerged from humble beginnings rather than from inherited nobility. Information technology has likewise made it easier to disseminate cultural mores; every day a new hero or celebrity is born and every day an old one fades away, and we get to know of it instantly.

Antilia (left, wikimedia commons); Amer Fort, Jaipur (upper right, wikimedia commons); Mysore Palace, Karnataka (lower right, Ananth BS on Flickr)

During the students’ presentation on Indian forts and palaces – spaces of historical aristocracy – I hoped that they would end the talk with a picture of Antilia, the bombastic home of India’s wealthiest industrialist, Mukesh Ambani. To me, Antilia is no different from Amer Fort or Mysore Palace, and represents the culmination of that architectural evolution of aristocratic spaces. Each represents the glory of a powerful family, each in its own ostentatious yet magnificent way. Each represents the fantastical ambition and aspiration of the common man whose life is impacted by the aristocracies that rule over him.

farewell, alok baraya

Sometimes in my cynicism I wonder if perhaps some human beings are just too good for this often unruly world. As if they don’t really belong here with the rest of us troublemakers, and they were only put here to give our otherwise sullen lives a bit of brightness and joy.

My friend and colleague Alok Baraya passed away yesterday from Covid complications, and he was one of those genuinely good humans who brightened our lives and brought us joy. This alarming Covid surge in India has suddenly hit too close to the heart and has taken away one of the most genuinely decent humans I’ve had the good fortune to know. I had recently spoken to him a few weeks ago about a potential teaching opportunity at Ashoka. We had a nice long conversation after more than a year of not working together and of no longer seeing each other every day. We made plans to meet in Delhi after this current incarnation of Covid went back into its cave to hibernate. Now this same ugly scourge has taken away that chance. We won’t meet in Delhi. We won’t meet in Jaipur. We won’t go on our long-planned retreat in Rajasthan that we had been talking about for years.

When Alok joined Pearl Academy some four years ago, he became part of our leadership team as the head of Institutional Affairs. It took me some time to figure out exactly what his role was in this newly minted position, but it took me no time to take an instant liking to him. Here was this tall, handsome, gregarious fellow who got along with everyone and quickly became one of the ever-present smiling faces in a multitude of group selfies taken after meetings, lunches, events, workshops, and other such lively affairs. When he eventually transitioned into the role of the Delhi Campus Director, I pitied him because I knew it was a thankless and stressful job. No doubt he would be a great public face to the campus and a good co-manager of our faculty, but I couldn’t bear the prospect of his gentle heart and glowing smile being dimmed by having to extinguish a constant stream of small fires that a Campus Director must always deal with. But he thrived (of course) and his smile never dimmed (of course).

Alok, myself, and other dear friends in Independence Day colours, pre-meeting (photo courtesy of Priya Mary Mathew)

I will remember countless discussions with him about life and work. His office was just a few doors down from mine and it was a solace sometimes to just sit with him and unload our mutual frustrations about working and teaching and ensuring that students would always get the best education that we could give them. I was an academic and a designer, and he was an administrator and management guy. These things don’t often mix well. But he lived in a family of creative people and he knew what people like me were all about and shared those sensibilities. He wasn’t a corporate guy. He wasn’t a money guy. He genuinely believed in academics as a noble calling and was genuinely involved in education for all the right reasons. He and I had many ideas about raising the level of discourse amongst our students and staff, to introduce debates to promote critical thinking, and to show how the idealism of design could co-exist with the pragmatism of business.

He wasn’t afraid to speak the truth either. Once, in a particularly frank team-building workshop, he asked me why I always tended to find fault with everything and why I had to always take the stance of the contrarian in administrative discussions. It was a harsh truth spoken with civility by someone whose opinion I valued, and it really made me reflect about myself and made me want to change. I’ve never been apologetic about being a contrarian because the world needs that, but his honest and well-meaning critique made me think about how my message was maybe getting lost in my idiosyncrasies.

Photo courtesy of Priya Mary Mathew

More often though, we were in sync and if there was something we felt needed to change in our organization, we tended to agree with each other and worked together to fix it. He was much better at it than me, because he was smarter, more pragmatic, more eloquent, more diplomatic, more concise, and far more charming to boot. I was glad to have him on my side on more than a few occasions. He made my job easier and was a pleasure to work with. It was only natural that we would also become friends as well as colleagues, and I will treasure that.

My heart reaches out to his family – his wife and children whom I’ve had the pleasure to meet. I may have lost a friend – a true gentleman, and a kindred spirit – but they have lost a son, a brother, a husband, and a father. I also considered him a big brother in many ways, but I offer my prayers and condolences to his bereaved family and I hope that Time is compassionate to them and allows them to heal soon. To Alok I say only that I will miss you, and that you were a good friend to me and many others. Godspeed.

the beauty of the long form

In my work, I’m (in)famous for writing long emails. Most of my colleagues joke about it, and I imagine whenever they see an email from me in their inbox, they first groan and then they settle in for what they know is going to be a long, boring read. I defend my long emails by explaining that everything you need to know is in that email, hopefully answering as many questions and addressing as many issues as I could think of, precluding any need for dozens of further emails requesting clarifications. And this is demonstrably true; when I would send out long emails to my staff about tasks that needed to be done, there were very few responses. (Of course, that could also mean that very few people actually read them, but let’s not go there.)

But the true, naked heart of this matter is that I love The Long Form. I prefer the lengthy, detailed, complex, nuanced thing that takes a long time to unpack and understand over the quick, simple, generic, easily digested thing. For most things that I consume, I like them longer… movies, television, books, stories… Probably the only exception is that I eat rather quickly, but even though I literally consume my food quickly, I still like long, leisurely meals, especially when there’s good conversation to accompany it. People often complain about movies being too long, but I rarely mind. Frequently, I’ve suggested books to my friends and family, who read the first few pages of a thousand and then give up. “It’s too long,” they say. My students… I can’t begin to explain my frustration with students who don’t want to read anything longer than a Buzzfeed article, or won’t watch anything longer than a 5-minute YouTube video (unless it’s a Marvel movie). Finding meaningful, short content that I know they will willingly consume (and enjoy) is an impossible chore.

And even though we now live in a world of rapidly decreasing attention spans, I know that I’m not alone. I know that most good entertainment, for example, is appreciated when it’s long. Look at most of the Best Picture winners at the Oscars over the decades, and you’ll see that lengthy films tend to win awards. This article from 2011 analysed eighty years of Best Picture Oscar winners and found that 70% of winners were over 2 hours long. (Although length alone is no guarantee of quality – case in point: 2001’s Pearl Harbor, a solid clunker at over 3 hours.) When done right, longer films take the time to build up the story, provide motivations for characters, allow those characters to develop. They often have more complex and subtle storylines that take some thinking to figure out.

Most fans of the HBO Game of Thrones TV series who hated the way the show ended (and there are a lot of you) complained that the show’s final seasons were too rushed – characters travelled long distances in very little screen time, and their motivations changed too rapidly to justify their actions. People notice these things. On the other hand, television shows that take a while to unspool and develop their storylines over multiple episodes (or even seasons) have received accolades like “greatest show in TV history” (The Wire, Breaking Bad, The Sopranos). Why? Because their stories and characters are so complex, they can’t be introduced and then wrapped up in a single episode. George RR Martin (author of the very long books that inspired Game of Thrones) himself said that his books could never be adapted into movies because of how complex they were. Had he written them in a time that wasn’t considered The Golden Age of Television, the HBO series may never have happened.

I won’t even try to say too much about books. The longer the better. Most of the great books I’ve read have been long, complex, and detailed. A lot of them are books in series; my favourite genre – science fiction & fantasy – is no stranger to this. When you’re creating entirely new worlds and histories from scratch, it takes time for the reader to fully immerse themselves. Such books are notoriously long. And often when I finish them, I wish they were longer (especially when they’re really good). I wish I could stay immersed in those imaginary worlds for longer, and continue the story, and keep following the characters lives. (However, some books/series can indeed be too long and drawn out. Wheel of Time, I’m looking at you.)

One of my favourite mediums for the long form is journalism, and quite often the winners of the Pulitzer Prize are writers of long, explanatory, investigative stories that took many months or years to pry open. These long form stories make great reads, despite existing in a time when news articles have started to preface the text with the number of minutes it will take to read them, so that casual readers can skip them if they seem too long. The 21st century would have become a graveyard for traditional journalism had it not been for these wonderful long form articles, afloat in a sea of listicles and clickbait nonsense. The 2019 Pulitzer winning story in the LA Times that cracked the case of the USC gynecologist who abused hundred of young female students. The same year’s NY Times story that revealed a decade’s worth of tax abuses by the Trump family. The NY Times/New Yorker story in 2018 that exposed Harvey Weinstein and essentially started the global #metoo movement. These stories, built up laboriously by teams of reporters, replete with details – these are only some of the more recent examples of the long form in journalism.

That’s not to say there aren’t great books, movies, and TV shows that are short. The Little Prince, one of my favourite books of all time, is only 16,534 words long. I’ve written research papers longer than that. (I’m kidding; only one of them was longer.) It packs so much into so little, every word carefully chosen for maximum impact – simplicity and poetry conveying depth of emotion. I also tend to like British TV shows because their seasons (“series” in the UK) are so short, usually only 6 episodes. Tight, compact stories that say a lot unlike the mammoth bloated 24-episode seasons of US shows (most of which are filler, let’s be honest). And I already mentioned Pearl Harbor, so enough said about that.

As I mentioned, length alone can’t bestow quality on the written word, or the filmed narrative. But it certainly allows room for quality to thrive. Stories – because that’s what all these things are – require space and time to build appreciation for, like the complex flavours of gourmet cuisine. Don’t get me wrong – there’s nothing I like more than a quick slice of pizza from a corner pizza shop in Manhattan. There’s so much creative space for short, simple, poetic, and concise. But the world also needs more things that take time to savour and appreciate. The world should embrace the beauty and complexity of the long form.

r/Damnthatsinteresting - Jack Kerouac typed the entire manuscript of On The Road on a single 120-foot roll of teletype paper, single-spaced, with no paragraphs.
Original scroll manuscript of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road (source: reddit.com)