Alongside Hobsbawm’s urbane brilliance sat the very ugly world of political religion and sacred terror. Right there, next to his deserved academic prizes and his oh-so hypocritically accepted Order of the Companions of Honour, were all those corpses memorialised by Vassily Grossman in Forever Flowing, with their “crazed eyes; … infected, gangrenous toes; and scurvy racked corpses in log-cabin, dugout morgues”. Still, it seems, we struggle to feel a visceral commitment to those corpses (or a visceral hatred for those who defended their executioners). Still, even now, with the dearth of feeling.
Source: The Telegraph.