Party of One: The Loner's Manifesto
by Anneli Rufus
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An essential defense of the people the world loves to revile--the loners--yet without whom it would be lost The Buddha. Rene Descartes. Emily Dickinson. Greta Garbo. Bobby Fischer. J. D. Salinger: Loners, all--along with as many as 25 percent of the world's population. Loners keep to themselves, and like it that way. Yet in the press, in films, in folklore, and nearly everywhere one looks, loners are tagged as losers and psychopaths, perverts and pity cases, ogres and mad bombers, elitists show more and wicked witches. Too often, loners buy into those messages and strive to change, making themselves miserable in the process by hiding their true nature--and hiding from it. Loners as a group deserve to be reassessed--to claim their rightful place, rather than be perceived as damaged goods that need to be "fixed." In Party of One Anneli Rufus--a prize-winning, critically acclaimed writer with talent to burn--has crafted a morally urgent, historically compelling tour de force--a long-overdue argument in defense of the loner, then and now. Marshalling a polymath's easy erudition to make her case, assembling evidence from every conceivable arena of culture as well as interviews with experts and loners worldwide and her own acutely calibrated analysis, Rufus rebuts the prevailing notion that aloneness is indistinguishable from loneliness, the fallacy that all of those who are alone don't want to be, and wouldn't be, if only they knew how. show lessTags
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An essential defense of the people the world loves to revile--the loners--yet without whom it would be lostThe Buddha. Rene Descartes. Emily Dickinson. Greta Garbo. Bobby Fischer. J. D. Salinger: Loners, all--along with as many as 25 percent of the world's population. Loners keep to themselves, and like it that way. Yet in the press, in films, in folklore, and nearly everywhere one looks, loners are tagged as losers and psychopaths, perverts and pity cases, ogres and mad bombers, elitists and wicked witches. Too often, loners buy into those messages and strive to change, making themselves miserable in the process by hiding their true nature--and hiding from it. Loners as a group deserve to be reassessed--to claim their rightful place, show more rather than be perceived as damaged goods that need to be "fixed." In Party of One Anneli Rufus--a prize-winning, critically acclaimed writer with talent to burn--has crafted a morally urgent, historically compelling tour de force--a long-overdue argument in defense of the loner, then and now. Marshalling a polymath's easy erudition to make her case, assembling evidence from every conceivable arena of culture as well as interviews with experts and loners worldwide and her own acutely calibrated analysis, Rufus rebuts the prevailing notion that aloneness is indistinguishable from loneliness, the fallacy that all of those who are alone don't want to be, and wouldn't be, if only they knew how. show less
YES. Rufus hits the nail on the head about being a loner: we don’t hate people – we just want to be alone. We have friends. We are not “hiding” in our homes. We are not stuck up, we are not perverts, we are not socially inept. A point she brilliantly hammered home was the the headline “loners” who kill are never loners in the real sense – they are alone, not loners. They don’t want to be alone, but rather have alienated anyone who might have wanted to be around them.
If you don't feel like making small talk, and aren't interested in heading out to the latest bash or rave; if you find yourself uncomfortable in crowds, and aren't ready to put the lampshade on your head, this book is for you. A must read for every loner who has ever felt there is something wrong with them - or for every extrovert who is convinced there is something wrong with loners. The author does a wonderful job of crushing pervasive myths about the "loner", including a nice job addressing the constant portrayal of the loner as serial killer - not to mention its opposite, the serial killer as loner. Read it, then send it to all those trying desperately to get you to be their bosom buddy.
This book is an absolute godsend for anyone introverted, lonerish, or individualistic who after being constantly subjected to the "Extrovert Ideal" (as Susan Cain calls it) finally - even if only slightly - caves into the notion that there is something wrong with them. Let's face it, after being told "don't be shy", "you're so quiet", "why don't you talk to anyone", "I am worried about you", etc. an uncountable number of times, you begin to question your own sanity a little bit. This kind of badgering is the pressure of the extrovert ideal, which pushes the notion that being social equates to correct behavior, that things are only fun in the presence of others, that being alone and/or turning down invitations to gatherings means you are show more missing out on something. While these assertions may be true for nonloners and extroverts, they are false for loners and introverts. Admittedly, Susan Cain's Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can't Stop Talking is a more diplomatic treatment of this topic, and I would definitely recommend it over "Party of One" to any extroverts/nonloners who are interested in the subject matter. On the other hand, I would recommend both books to introverts/loners, as Party of One will help you to shrug off the constant barrage of anti-loner sentiment (as well as affirm the fact that you are not crazy if you are having doubts), while Quiet will give you a well-researched overview of both of these seemingly diametric personality types. show less
Self-reliant, each loner swims alone through a social world—a world of teams, troops and groups—that scorns and misunderstands those who stand apart. Everywhere from newspapers to playgrounds, loners are accused of being crazy, cold, stuck-up, standoffish, selfish, sad, bad, secretive and lonely—and, of course, serial killers. Loners, however, know better than anyone how to entertain themselves—and how to contemplate and to create. They have a knack for imagination, concentration, inner discipline, and invention—a talent for not being bored.
Too often, loners buy into society’s messages and strive to change, making themselves miserable in the process by hiding their true nature—and hiding from it. In Party of One, Anneli show more Rufus delivers a long-overdue argument in praise of loners. Assembling evidence from diverse arenas of culture, Rufus recognizes loners as a vital force in world civilization rather than damaged goods who need to be "fixed." A compelling, morally urgent tour de force, Party of One rebuts the prevailing notion that aloneness is indistinguishable from loneliness, and that the only experiences that matter are shared ones. show less
Too often, loners buy into society’s messages and strive to change, making themselves miserable in the process by hiding their true nature—and hiding from it. In Party of One, Anneli show more Rufus delivers a long-overdue argument in praise of loners. Assembling evidence from diverse arenas of culture, Rufus recognizes loners as a vital force in world civilization rather than damaged goods who need to be "fixed." A compelling, morally urgent tour de force, Party of One rebuts the prevailing notion that aloneness is indistinguishable from loneliness, and that the only experiences that matter are shared ones. show less
A lot of people have rated this book 5 stars. I was disappointed that I couldn't be one of them. Party of One is written by a very unhappy woman who assumes that anyone else with introverted tendencies is also unhappy. I can't remember when I last read such a bitter, defensive book. I disliked her tone from the first page of the introduction, and it never improved. I'm still not sure why I made myself finish this one.
Even by readers who didn't love the book, Rufus is often lauded for her elegant writing. I couldn't disagree more. As I read along and realized the book wasn't going to improve, I started analyzing her writing. Looking at the way she constructed her sentences and paragraphs, I could see why I was unhappy. It wasn't just show more what she said or didn't say, it was also the way she said it. One example: In chapter 10 "Jesus, Mary, and Jennifer Lopez (Religion)", Rufus surveys loners in various world religions. When she gets to Hinduism, it takes her well into the fifth paragraph before she used the word "Hindu." Now, yes, I could figure out what she was talking about, but isn't a writer supposed to state the topic, um, like right up front? Oh, and by the way, this very long chapter had nothing to do with Jennifer Lopez. I have no idea why she was mentioned in the title.
There WAS one chapter I actually liked--chapter 12 "The L-word," which was about crime. An interesting look at how famous criminals (Mark David Chapman, the Uni-Bomber, Timothy McVae, etc and so on) were not loners at all. She theorizes how the label makes people feel safe. Definitely interesting and thought-provoking.
Recommended for: going by all the rave reviews, I think a lot of people would like this. It may be good for outgoing types who don't "get" introverts. I would think that the subject audience would have enough self-awareness to be comfortable with themselves and have no need for the book. But perhaps I just don't understand.
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Even by readers who didn't love the book, Rufus is often lauded for her elegant writing. I couldn't disagree more. As I read along and realized the book wasn't going to improve, I started analyzing her writing. Looking at the way she constructed her sentences and paragraphs, I could see why I was unhappy. It wasn't just show more what she said or didn't say, it was also the way she said it. One example: In chapter 10 "Jesus, Mary, and Jennifer Lopez (Religion)", Rufus surveys loners in various world religions. When she gets to Hinduism, it takes her well into the fifth paragraph before she used the word "Hindu." Now, yes, I could figure out what she was talking about, but isn't a writer supposed to state the topic, um, like right up front? Oh, and by the way, this very long chapter had nothing to do with Jennifer Lopez. I have no idea why she was mentioned in the title.
There WAS one chapter I actually liked--chapter 12 "The L-word," which was about crime. An interesting look at how famous criminals (Mark David Chapman, the Uni-Bomber, Timothy McVae, etc and so on) were not loners at all. She theorizes how the label makes people feel safe. Definitely interesting and thought-provoking.
Recommended for: going by all the rave reviews, I think a lot of people would like this. It may be good for outgoing types who don't "get" introverts. I would think that the subject audience would have enough self-awareness to be comfortable with themselves and have no need for the book. But perhaps I just don't understand.
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Anneli Rufus's Party of One is really more of a survey than a manifesto. Many different famous and not so famous loners, both in the singular and the archetypal, are presented and briefly characterized. Since I was expecting the work to be more philosophical than journalistic, I did not particularly enjoy reading this. The only thing that kept me going to the end was Anneli's style, which is delightful.
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- Party of One: The Loner's Manifesto
- Original publication date
- 2003
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- Roger Barrett; Kurt Cobain; Nick Drake; Axl Rose; Paul Westerberg; Joe DiMaggio (show all 141); Ted Williams; Barry Bonds; Bob Dylan; Caine; Batman; Spider-Man; Enid Coleslaw; Davy Crockett; Xena; The Lone Ranger; Isaac Newton; Michelangelo Buonarroti; Anne Rice; Haruki Murakami; Sy Parrish; Charlie Chaplin; Buster Keaton; Sam Spade; Philip Marlowe; Alan Ladd; Gary Cooper; Harry Callahan; John Forbes Nash; Hannibal Lecter; Marlboro Man; Kathy Acker; Franz Kafka; Emily Dickinson; Benjamin Braddock; Eve of Milton; Marie Curie; Ted Kaczynski; Mollie Fancher; Edvard Munch; Leonardo da Vinci; Paul Cezanne; Pierre Bonnard; Edgar Degas; Gustav Klimt; Pablo Picasso; Jean Dubuffet; Ford Madox Brown; Charles M. Schulz; Georgia O'Keeffe; Andy Warhol; Robert Crumb; Piet Mondrian; William Roberts; J. D. Salinger; Thomas Pynchon; Harold Pinter; J. K. Rowling; Jack Kerouac; John Steinbeck; Yasunari Kawabata; H. P. Lovecraft; Paul Bowles; Charles Bukowski; Henry David Thoreau; Sam Shepard; Nathaniel Hawthorne; Eugene O'Neill; Stephen King; Virginia Woolf; James Dickey; Sandra Cisneros; H. H. Munro; Beatrix Potter; Vladimir Nabokov; Lord Byron; Andrew Marvell; Alexander Pope; William Wordsworth; Rainer Maria Rilke; Philip Marlowe; Tom Ripley; Captain Nemo; Harry Haller; Gregor Samsa; Holden Caulfield; Jesus Christ; Saint Anthony; Edward Gibbon; Saint Romuald; Thomas Merton; Buddha; Thich Nhat Hanh; Hanshan; Saigyō; Kamo no Chōmei; Shiva; Elijah (the Prophet, did not die, was taken up in a whirlwind); Isaac Luria; Baal Shem Tov; Albert Einstein; Stanley Kubrick; Erik Satie; Alfred Jarry; Gerald Durrell; Bill Gates; Jane Austin; Thomas Edison; Wassily Kandinsky; Alfred Hitchcock; Mark Twain; Isaac Newton; Gustav Mahler; George Bernard Shaw; Michael Palin; Al Gore; Michael Jackson; Charles Bishop; Ted Kaczynski; James Daveggio; Hadden Clark; Mark Chapman; Timothy McVeigh; Eric Rudolph; Charles Manson; Ted Bundy; John Wayne Gacy; Andrew Cunanan; Wayne Williams (Wayne Bertram Williams of the Atlanta Child Murders); Jeffrey Dahmer; John Muhammad; Howard Hughes; Sir Henry Crewe, 7th Baronet; Matthew Robinson, 2nd Baron Rokeby; John Fairfax; Gerard d'Aboville; Richard E. Byrd; Naomi James; Charles Andrew Williams; Eric Harris; Dylan Klebold
- Important events
- Dr. Pepper "I'm a Pepper" ad campaign; 2002 Coca-Cola "solitary hitchhiker" commercial; 2002 Tampa Cessna 172 crash; Columbine High School massacre
- Related movies
- One Hour Photo (2002 | IMDb); Taxi Driver (1976 | IMDb); The Passenger (1975 | IMDb); The Tenant (1976 | IMDb); Mad Max (1979 | IMDb); The Maltese Falcon (1941 | IMDb) (show all 33); The Big Sleep (1946 | IMDb); This Gun for Hire (1942 | IMDb); High Noon (1952 | IMDb); Psycho (1960 | IMDb); Willard (1971 | IMDb); A Fistful of Dollars (1964 | IMDb); Dirty Harry (1971 | IMDb); Midnight Cowboy (1969 | IMDb); Harold and Maude (1971 | IMDb); Beetlejuice (1988 | IMDb); Edward Scissorhands (1990 | IMDb); Forrest Gump (1994 | IMDb); Heathers (1988 | IMDb); Falling Down (1993 | IMDb); Shine (1996 | IMDb); A Beautiful Mind (2001 | IMDb); The Silence of the Lambs (1991 | IMDb); The Grinch Who Stole Christmas (2012 | IMDb); The Postman (1997 | IMDb); The Searchers (1956 | IMDb); Shrek (2001 | IMDb); The Graduate (1967 | IMDb); Bullitt (1968 | IMDb); Pump Up the Volume (1990 | IMDb); She's All That (1999 | IMDb); Being There (1979 | IMDb); There's Something About Mary (1998 | IMDb)
- Dedication
- To Fuzzy, for being,
To Matthew, for believing,
To DM, a friend from 1965 and beyond
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To EK, a friend from 1982 and beyond - First words
- I went to Fisherman's Wharf to watch daredevil navy pilots do stunts over San Francisco Bay.
- Quotations
- We tend to react to these things we love in our own ways, which tend to have more to do with feeling and imagining than with buying. This harks back to the way I felt at Disneyland: that it was not simply a pleasure dome, ... (show all)but an implicit challenge. Not an end in itself, but an inspiration. Now that you have learned about imagination, go and use your own. Do not waste your time in the gift shop loading up on souvenirs. They will not bring you what you need. Nonloners take being entertained for granted. For the mob, entertainment is a finished product, not a starting point.
IN ITS PREMIER issue, the alternative-lifestyle journal To-Do List introduced a whole new typology, and a tongue-twisting brand name for it: the quirkyalone.
“We are the puzzle pieces who seldom fit with other... (show all) puzzle pieces,” wrote the magazine’s editor, Sasha Cagen, in the issue’s lead article. “We inhabit singledom as our natural resting state. . . . Secretly, we are romantics, romantics of the highest order. We want a miracle. Out of millions we have to find the one who will understand.
“For the quirkyalone, there is no patience for dating just for the sake of not being alone. On a fine but by no means transcendent date we dream of going home to watch television. We would prefer to be alone with our own thoughts than with a less than perfect fit. We are almost constitutionally incapable of casual relationships.” As for whether “being a quirkyalone is a life sentence, I say yes, at the core, one is always quirkyalone. But when the quirkyalone collides with another, ooh la Ia. The earth quakes.” After the article was reprinted in The Utne Reader, Cagen became a sought-after media pundit, interviewed widely on the subject of “deeply single” singles—seekers of love who aren’t desperate to date merely for the sake of dating.
The speed with which her concept was understood and absorbed dispels once again the stereotype of unsexy loners. Dispels it, at least, for alternative-lifestyle types. The masses whose flesh crawls at the word alternative are still happy with their conviction that anything done alone is at best not worth doing, at worst a sin. The Church reveals its antiloner bias by reviling masturbation. An old boyfriend of a friend of mine used to call her—they lived hundreds of miles apart—to confess, crying, that he had jerked off. I did it again, he moaned. She would yawn. It was three in the morning, her time. So?
So tell me it was wrong, he wept.
No, my friend said. Hang up and do it again.
He would get furious. He wanted her to help him correct what he could see only as a flaw in himself, wash the sin from himself. She would not help. He broke up with her and started sleeping with other girls. A sin, too, but one he could brag about. A sin that drew him out of solitude, which was a greater sin, and brought his penis out into the world, where it could proudly join the crowd.
What are loners to make of the presumption—the message in all that fretting—that a less sociable world is automatically a worse one? That free time spent socializing with others is automatically superior to time spent in ... (show all)other ways? When headlines say Internet Users Spend More Time Alone it is not just a comment but a wail, a banshee heralding a death. What if a certain girl spends her time on-line studying the life cycle of luna moths while the girl next door spends her social time sharing a crack pipe with the boarder? Or even, say, sitting on the porch with Kate and Morgan talking about nothing for hours? Is socializing all that great? Riots are socializing. Arguably, more damage is done and time wasted in company with others than alone.
IN THE SUMMER of 2002, a California man was charged with attempted murder after spraying Raid on his ex-girlfriends lipstick and allergy medication believing it would poison her. Years before, this man had warned this woman t... (show all)hat if she ever left him for another, he would kill her. When she finally broke up with him, he put his plan into action. His intended victim discovered the insecticide on her belongings before any harm was done, and the man was promptly arrested. The couple’s neighbor told the San Francisco Chronicle that the allegations surprised her because the accused man was “outgoing and friendly.”
“I didn’t believe it,” she told the reporter. “You’d see him more than you’d see her, and he’d wave. I thought he was a great guy. My son and his friends used to ride their bikes and stop and shake his hand and talk to him.”
This would-be killer seemed unkillerlike because he shook hands. The premise is absurd, and all the more compelling for its absurdity. Does it take a genius to see that it takes a social man to become so possessive, so enmeshed with others, that his rage and jealousy over a breakup make him want to kill? These are the motives that ignite most violence. Anger. Envy. Desire. Betrayal. Resentment. Rejection. Love. Hate. These are social motives, the concerns of those wrapped up in the thoughts and actions of others. These are the motives of those who cannot stand being left out, who do not heal quickly from ridicule, who seethe over dents in their reputations. These are the motives of those who need others. They need others for their very sense of self, they live for the responses they elicit from others. When the response is wrong, or never comes, the result is often bloody indeed. Revenge, retaliation, retribution.
These are not the motives that move loners. We do not want those things from others—acceptance and admiration and control and power—that make social people kill. We neither hang nor thrive on what others think, say or do. The fact that we mind our own business saves us from the types of torment that typically lead to violence. We want nothing from others but to be left alone.
We lack the motive. Tell that to the newspapers. - Last words
- (Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)Leave me alone.
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- Masson, Jeffrey Moussaieff; Rivlin, Gary; Kipen, David
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