Defying Decrepitude

Peacock, Alan

ISBN 10: 1908684259 / ISBN 13: 9781908684257

Edité par UNIV OF BUCKINGHAM PR, 2013

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KlappentextOne of our most distinguished economists, Sir Alan Peacock, also happens to be a nonagenarian.

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Détails bibliographiques

• Titre: Defying Decrepitude
• Éditeur: UNIV OF BUCKINGHAM PR
• Date de parution: 2013
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN à 10 chiffres: 1908684259
• ISBN à 13 chiffres: 9781908684257
• Reliure: Kartoniert / Broschiert
• État de l'article: New

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Synopsis

One of our most distinguished economists, Sir Alan Peacock , also happens to be a nonagenarian.
As an academic and former civil servant, Peacock is well-situated to yse the costs and benefits of retirement and the courses of action that we can take in anticipation of a lengthening lifespan.
In trying to make sense of old age by writing of his later life and memoirs, he explores the Maxims of Francois, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, and ws life's later stages and travails with a wry and clear-eyed detachment. Unafraid to grasp the realities of the decline of physical independence, he steers us through medical practice, bureaucracy and "healthspeak" as well as loss and bereavement.
His often light-hearted anecdotes reveal a serious point; that the ageing are assuming a growing responsibility for the aged. Opting to defy decrepitude seems the only sensible course of action.

Revue de presse

The golden rule is to hold fast to the principle of independence even on the via dolorosa leading one to invest in a laptop ... while waiting in a queue at the hospital, ... little seems to change the physiognomy of the patients displaying profound pessimism. Here is a an Ambassador from the aging population he deserves a very good hearing. --Nick Bosanquet

Sir Alan Peacock (born 1922), the distinguished economist, lists as his recreations trying to write serious music and wine spotting , activities which suggest something of the flavour of this wry bookette in which he describes, if not exactly with relish, aspects of creeping decrepitude and the indignities inflicted on persons of advancing years. Grisly visits to one s General Medical Practitioner (Peacock calls them MOTs for Old Bangers ) are recorded with a lightness of touch not normally associated with grim waiting rooms (the reading matter in which provides dire warnings concerning the Dangers of Being Alive at All). Something of Sir Alan s puckish humour is suggested by the memoir he prepared for his old school in Scotland, which was rejected for publication as pornographic : one can imagine some purse-lipped figure taking exception to dispassionate accounts of not unique episodes of youthful exuberance (such as impressive feats involving peeing over high walls into the girls playground on the other side). We are entertained with clear-eyed analyses of the costs and benefits (one phrase that chills the blood of this reviewer) of retirement, as well as with the various ploys open to us in the anticipation of lengthening life-spans (agreeable if one has some of one s wits about one, and even better if one s physical infirmities do not prevent a customary tendency to whizz about, eagerly sniffing out new things, like a dog with an infinity of lamp posts ahead). Tiresome sides of having to deal with medicos more often than was the case when one was younger are the perils of healthspeak and a tendency among some of them either to talk down to patients or to overload them with jargonese: fortunately, Sir Alan (like this reviewer) has no time for drivelling imbecilities and so, mercifully, his medical adviser (like mine) understands the need to give facts, straight, with clarity, precision and the avoidance of obfuscation. As we hurtle towards the yawning grave (death being the only certainty in life, something the ancients well knew and dealt with more realistically than most manage today), the realisation that this is it, no rehearsal, gives meaning to Life itself. These days, when the Cult of Yoof is almost a religion, too many have become adept at fancy wordplay, so that the uneducated, the timid and the conformists confuse this with profundity. To others more perceptive, empty jargon and meaningless pseudo-language are unimpressive, deserving of contempt: cults invent their own liturgies, fraudulent claims and opaque language, designed to cloud rather than illuminate. Duds are duds, whatever their pretences of intellectual and moral superiority might be. The crabbed sacred texts of Modernism, Deconstructivism and the rest (and their ghastly physical manifestations) deserve to be analysed and unpicked: those of us with more telluric tastes are capable of doing so, and one might have wished that Sir Alan had gone for a few jugulars to further leaven and spice his entertaining memoir. An admirer of François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Prince de Marcillac (1613-80), Peacock quotes from his Réflexions ou Sentences et Maximes Morales (1665 and later editions): we are reminded that not many know how to be old (this reviewer, and, I suspect, Sir Alan, find it difficult, too); that when one cannot find peace within one s self, it is useless to look for it elsewhere ; that age makes men both sillier and wiser ; that we all come afresh to different stages of life, and in each of them we are inexperienced, no matter how old we are ; and although he does not quote it, I am convinced Sir Alan would agree that it is sometimes puzzling how one makes enemies, especially if one has not done them a good turn. --James Stevens Curl TES