"A satirist is a man whose flesh creeps so at the ugly and the savage and the incongruous aspects of society that he has to express them as brutally and nakedly as possible in order to get relief"
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Satire, for Dos Passos, isn’t a cocktail-party posture or a clever literary mode; it’s a bodily reflex, closer to nausea than amusement. The key move in his definition is the shift from mind to flesh: the satirist’s “flesh creeps” at society’s “ugly and the savage and the incongruous,” as if modern life has become physically intolerable. That’s not just vivid phrasing. It reframes satire as a kind of moral allergy, an involuntary response to a world that normalizes brutality and contradiction.
The intent here is to defend the satirist’s harshness. “Brutally and nakedly” reads like an answer to the perennial complaint that satire is too cruel, too blunt, too uncharitable. Dos Passos insists the bluntness isn’t aesthetic sadism; it’s self-preservation. The satirist tells the truth in its least flattering form because anything softer would feel like complicity. Subtext: polite language is part of the social machinery that keeps ugliness running. Satire, then, becomes an act of refusal - a refusal to let the incongruous pass as “just how things are.”
Context matters. Dos Passos came up alongside modernists who watched industrial capitalism, propaganda, war, and mass politics compress human beings into statistics and slogans. His work often reads like a montage of headlines and lives ground down by systems. In that environment, satire isn’t a garnish; it’s a pressure valve. Relief doesn’t mean joy. It means exhaling poison before it settles in.
The intent here is to defend the satirist’s harshness. “Brutally and nakedly” reads like an answer to the perennial complaint that satire is too cruel, too blunt, too uncharitable. Dos Passos insists the bluntness isn’t aesthetic sadism; it’s self-preservation. The satirist tells the truth in its least flattering form because anything softer would feel like complicity. Subtext: polite language is part of the social machinery that keeps ugliness running. Satire, then, becomes an act of refusal - a refusal to let the incongruous pass as “just how things are.”
Context matters. Dos Passos came up alongside modernists who watched industrial capitalism, propaganda, war, and mass politics compress human beings into statistics and slogans. His work often reads like a montage of headlines and lives ground down by systems. In that environment, satire isn’t a garnish; it’s a pressure valve. Relief doesn’t mean joy. It means exhaling poison before it settles in.
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