If Abraham Lincoln - a homely, unsmiling man - were to run for president today, he wouldn’t have a chance. “New York Times” television critic James Poniewozik explains that we are living in the era of the branded celebrity politician, a by-product of television and its around-the-clock entertainment cycle. Television has “elevated image over the word and thus appearance over substance.” How would Old Abe hold up in an election today pitted against personalities like Ronald Reagan, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jessie Ventura or Donald Trump? The answer is the essence of “Audience of One: Donald Trump, Television, and the Fracturing of America.”
Poniewozik LOOSELY weaves together two narrative stories: “how TV affected our relationships with society, with politics, with one another” and how “Donald Trump achieved symbiosis with the medium.” Some of Poniewozik’s examples of television shows that influenced Donald Trump are unprovable and seem forced to fit Poniewozik’s narrative. Is Trump’s meme “law and order” a product of his watching the series “Dragnet”? Does his love of regality stem from his mother’s fascination with the televised coronation of Queen Elizabeth II? Are Trump’s border campaign and “toxic racial imagery” a result of his watching Fess Parker in “Davy Crocket,” a show that “demonized Native Americans as savages assailing peaceful white settlers and pitted Americans against an invading horde at the Mexican border”? I do not know.
Although his TV examples may be a reach and his rhetoric, loaded, most of Poniewozik’s commentary is engaging and thought provoking. Television, he writes, “evolved from a Great Homogenizer of the twentieth century to the Great Fragmenter of the twenty-first.” We no longer get our news from three major networks, all on the same page, he observes; but we cherry pick our news from hundreds of diverse, conflicting information outlets to justify our biases. Facts have lost their value, and truth has become so elusive that we now worship at the dual altars of appearances and emotionalism. It does not matter what is true, only what moves us.
Narrative is key, according to Poniewozik . . . and many Americans have been seduced by Trump’s carefully fabricated television image as a billionaire playboy and all-powerful god aloft in a gilded tower who proclaims, “You’re fired!” Team Trump reveres his Wizard of Oz persona - full of fire, fury, and glitz - and dismisses his history, the man behind the curtain. “All the theatrical power of TV is invested in making one aging man look desirable, one skinflint look generous, one checkered business career look flawless, one accumulation of set dressing look like reality.”
Much of Poniewozik’s discussion of TV shows and what they indicate about where our heads were at the time is entertaining, a trip down TV memory lane.His commentary is easy to digest and often illuminating especially when he ties it to postmodern thought: “. . . Donald Trump the simulacrum, the performance, had in Baudrillardian fashion eclipsed Donald Trump the businessman-so much so that the former would have to bail out the latter.” Poniewozik writes powerfully and often humorously. He describes Trump’s gaudy residence as a symbol of Trumpian excess, “rich, rich, rich, the visual equivalent of chasing a seventy-two-piece box of chocolate truffles with a tub of foie gras.”
For Trump’s loyal minions, this book might rattle your image of him and challenge your collective consciousness. For those who want more justification to scorn Trump, however, you will relish this read.