Yahrzeit: In Memory of Malcolm McLaren

Malcolm McLaren comes of age 

(1959)

 

May the great name McLaren be magnified throughout the punk world, 

which was created according to his will.

 

 

Today marks the 15th anniversary of Malcolm Mclaren's death [1].

 

I don't know if the Greeks had a word for such an anniversary [2], but the Jews certainly do: Yahrzeit [3]. 

 

And it is worth remembering, I think, that Malcolm - like many of the key figures involved in the punk rock revolution [4] - was himself Jewish and even posed for a photo on the day of his bar mitzvah, looking very dapper in a double-breasted dinner suit, dicky bow, and tallit, whilst somewhat nervously holding a prayer book [5].

 

Whether McLaren's Jewishness played a significant role in his life and career is something that can be debated another time; as can the question of whether or not antisemitism is to blame for a lot of the hostility still directed his way and the fact that his astonishing contribution to popular culture - not just to music, but to art and fashion - is either grossly underrated or deliberately downplayed. 

 

Here, in this short post, I simply wish to commemorate his genius and acknowledge the huge influence (for beter or for worse) he has had on my own life.  

 

Notes

 

[1] Conicidentally, we might also note that Vivienne Westwood would have been celebrating her 84th birthday today, had she not died in December 2022.   

 

[2] Whilst there isn't an actual term in Greek - ancient or modern - for death anniversary, the practice of commemorating a loved one is known as Μνημόσυνο (Mnemosyno); a term derived from the name of the goddess of memory and mother of the nine Muses, Μνημοσύνη (Mnemosyne).

 

[3] Yahrzeit is a modern borrowing from the Yiddish word יאָרצײַט. It is an annual occasion traditionally commemorated by reciting the Kaddish (a 13th century prayer composed in Aramaic) and by lighting a long-burning candle.  

 

[4] This is particularly true of the New York scene as shaped by (amongst others) Richard Hell, Joey Ramone, Sylvain Sylvain, Chris Stein, and the founder of CBGB Hilly Kristal (all Jewish). In the UK, punk in the 1970s as most of us know it, was essentially invented by McLaren and his friend (and fellow Jew) Bernie Rhodes.    

 

[5] McLaren was born to a Scottish father (Peter McLaren) and a Jewish mother (Emily Isaacs), but was effectively raised by his maternal grandmother, Rose Corré Isaacs, a diamond dealer's daughter, in Stoke Newington's Sephardic community.

 

 

This post is for all those who remember Malcolm with fondness and continue to fight his corner.  

 

On Being a Bit of a Jew

I began to talk like a Jew.

I think I may well be a Jew.

I think I know what she means. 

And I think that, like Sylvia, I might also confess to being a bit of a Jew. 

How could it not be so when I have spent a lifetime under the influence of (amongst others) Malcolm McLaren, Serge Gainsbourg, Jacques Derrida and Larry David and grew up believing Rhoda Morgenstern to be the most beautiful woman in the world?

As Susan Sontag notes, the Jews are (along with homosexuals) the greatest creative minority in contemporary urban culture; creative, that is, of a sensibility - an admittedly old-fashioned and problematic term, by which she means an emotionally and aesthetically informed way of looking at the world and thinking about the self. 

I suppose I would call this a style. And whereas Sontag identifies moral seriousness as being the crucial component, I think for me Jewishness is about an abrasive, provocative, sometimes vulgar often anarchic humour that is fundamentally anti-deutsch (with German also being understood as a style, characterized by a sluggish digestive system and an Aryan eye, bright blue).