Those expecting the Irish presidential race to fade from the
global headlines now that scandal-ridden public intellectual David
Norris has dropped out (and
fled the country) are dead wrong. This week, reports from
Ireland suggest that apolitical 77-year old talk show host Gay
Byrne, known as the “Elder Lemon of Irish Broadcasting,” will seek
the ceremonial presidency on the centrist Fianna Fail ticket. As
host of Ireland’s seminal Late Late Show from 1962 to
1999, Byrne was like Johnny Carson without the sociopathy and David
Frost without the womanizing. His show was witty and intelligent,
and, in turn, helped sustain the virtues of wit and intelligence in
the Irish cultural mainstream.
Indignant Irish journalists who deride as a farce the current
presidential campaign, with its talk show hosts and its pederasty
allegations, fail to grasp what makes this current election so
interesting to people worldwide. While High-Culture America’s next
head-shaking electoral circus will involve
sexting,
slush funds,
Eliot Spitzer and
Dick Grasso, the Irish presidential race — even at its most
egregiously tacky — finds a jazz-loving Dick Cavett prototype
replacing a Joyce-quoting literature professor in a bid to serve,
essentially, as National Spokesman. We see here how the Irish
perceive celebrity as an intellectually honorific status,
entertainment as a lofty representation of culture, and politics as
a veritable salon. The mouth-breathing Americans on this side of
the Atlantic are not gaping at the Irish presidential race out of
condemnation (as delightfully insular Dublin journalists seem to
think) but out of wonderment — the same way we watch ITV’s worst
sitcoms and soap operas on PBS with our grandparents during
Easter.
Byrne still hasn’t technically confirmed his candidacy, but the
Irish press is talking about it like it’s a done deal. It’s
just too bad Byrne didn’t jump into the race sooner. A televised
Norris-Byrne debate would have been the most entertaining thing to
hit politics since the Mailer-Breslin mayoral ticket.
Here’s Mr.
Byrne at his best…