A few weeks ago, after the White House dinner for British Prime Minister Tony Blair, the New Yorker's editor, Tina Brown, composed a "Fax from Washington" that she ran in her magazine's Talk of the Town section. It was a memorable bread-and-butter note, a valentine to her host, the President, written in the prose of a Harlequin romance: she sees "a man in a dinner jacket with more heat than any star in the room...his height, his sleekness, his newly cropped, iron-filing hair." Forget, wrote Brown, "all the Beltway halitosis breathed upon his image...the neo-puritanism of the op-ed tumbrel drivers." Instead, say yes to the electrical, existential Now of Bill Clinton: "He is vividly in the present tense and dares you to join him there."
Another conquest for the American President.
Brown's "Fax" was truly distinguished, if gooey, nonsense: the present, exciting and vivid, is more real than anything else, if only we, like Clinton, have the nerve to embrace it. This is the sort of thinking that got Emma Bovary into trouble. But the thought is also a kind of bull's-eye. Brown hit exactly upon Clinton's secret: he is the world-historical genius of the present tense.
He proves this, time after time: slipping the noose, dodging the bullet, getting the girl. (Actually, the order should be the other way around: first, he gets the girl, and then he escapes the consequence of having got her.)
The live-vividly-in-the-moment approach is a handy tool that has 1,001 uses around the house. Thus: a husband comes home at five in the morning with the scent of another woman lingering about his person. "Where were you?" the wife demands. "Darling," the husband replies, "I am vividly in the present tense. I dare you to join me there!" (Good luck in trying that.)
This dashing metaphysics has its origins in a cheesy Byronism that acquired an improbable American pedigree with Emerson, who invented the expression "Do your thing," and after its many adventures with the Beats and the flower children of the '60s, came to succinct and opulent global fruition in the Nike commercial's "Just do it."
But it doesn't work very well in a serious life. The thing about the present is precisely its confused instability, its blurriness, its sleight-of-hand. Now you see it, now you don't. It is a fog of particles in motion, a montage of denial and fantasy and sidelong perception. And therefore a most congenial medium for the current President.
Animals--lions and zebras and beautiful snakes--live vividly in the present tense, in a bright unconsciousness of time. That is their innocence and their limitation. Humans carry with them their experiences, their pasts; men and women work with a knowledge of consequences and, doing so, impose order on the chaotic present and project consequences into the future.