David Brooks eludes easy classification. To call him a journalist is the equivalent of calling Donald Trump a real-estate developer: the label may not be wrong, but it is thoroughly insufficient. A columnist for the New York Times, author of several bestsellers, regular participant in weekly NPR and PBS news roundups—did I mention his teaching gig at Yale?—Brooks is anything but an ink-stained wretch. He is our Walter Lippmann, positioned above the fray to tell us what it all means.
Brooks differs from Lippmann in at least two respects. He possesses a wry sense of humor, whereas Lippmann seemingly never cracked a smile. And while Lippmann distanced himself from his Jewish heritage, Brooks has never done so. He is thoroughly a Jew, albeit one whose personal Exodus story has now led him to become a kind of Christian as well. That’s the big reveal in “A Most Unexpected Turn of Events,” the twenty-first chapter of his new book, The Second Mountain.
As for the twenty preceding chapters and the several that follow it, I suppose it’s all a matter of taste, but I found them formulaic, preachy, and too pat. Skip them or skim them as you will. Yet linger over Chapter 21 with its moving and insightful account of the author’s own midlife spiritual awakening.
Even so, as a reviewer I am obliged to summarize and assess the balance of the book. The principal subject of The Second Mountain is joy. In simplest terms, it offers a handbook for seekers of joy, a quality that Brooks distinguishes from mere happiness. People who live on what he calls the “first mountain” are motivated by “some vision of prominence, pleasure, and success.” They are seeking happiness. For most of us, getting to the top of this first mountain is a lifelong quest. We never reach our goal. “The grand narrative of individual emancipation” turns out to be a hoax.
Some people, however, abandon this fraudulent quest and “rebel against the mainstream culture.” Finding themselves, “down in the valley,” their motivations radically change. They now “glimpse something bigger than personal happiness.” That something bigger is the “second mountain,” which promises a “moral joy” that comes from “shedding the ego and losing the self.” At the summit of the second mountain is life lived for others.
Brooks set out to write this book when he was himself “down in the valley.” His marriage of nearly thirty years was coming apart. His children were growing up and moving away. He was living alone. Changes in the American political landscape left him intellectually adrift. He felt “unplanted, lonely, humiliated, scattered.” So he set out to learn “how to do commitments well.”
In doing so, he discovered two things. First, the plight that afflicted him afflicts the nation as a whole. “For six decades,” he writes, “the worship of the self has been the central preoccupation of our culture.”
Capitalism, the meritocracy, and modern social science have normalized selfishness; they have made it seem that the only human motives that are real are the self-interested ones—the desire for money, status, and power.… The rot we see in our politics is caused by a rot in our moral and cultural foundations…. Our society has become a conspiracy against joy.
Yet second, amidst the rot, some ordinary Americans find ways to subvert this conspiracy and to ascend the second mountain. Brooks tells their stories. And from those stories—reinforced with dozens of inspirational quotations from not-so-ordinary personages, ranging from Dorothy Day and Bruce Springsteen to Leo Tolstoy and Mother Teresa—he constructs a taxonomy of joy, which, he says, is experienced on six levels: physical, celebratory, emotional, spiritual, transcendent, and finally moral.
This mania for breaking things down into discrete categories or components recurs throughout the book. The result is a bit like one of those glossy magazine articles promising “Seven Steps to a Better You” or “Ten Ways to Keep Love Alive.” So the culture of hyper-individualism, according to Brooks, rests on five “assumptions”: the buffered self, the God within, the privatization of meaning, the dream of total freedom, and the centrality of accomplishment. The failure of hyper-individualism produces “four interrelated social crises”: loneliness, distrust, a crisis of meaning, and tribalism. Ascending the second mountain begins with the renunciation of self and a “love-drenched, identity changing” commitment that yields four “benefits”: identity, purpose, a “higher level of freedom,” and moral character. This leads, in turn, to a “motivational shift” encompassing “six layers of desire” and producing “four commitments” of a different sort: to vocation, marriage, philosophy and faith, and community. As love evolves toward marriage, it follows identifiable “stages of intimacy”: from a first glance to curiosity to dialogue to “combustion” and then to “the leap,” before finally culminating in “fusion.” Making a marriage work for the long haul requires three things: “empathy, communication, and commitment.” And just when you imagine that the peak of the second mountain is within reach, there are four “walls” that can disrupt your journey, their effects mitigated by six “ramps” to keep you moving in the right direction. Brooks also offers a “Code of a Neighbor,” consisting of nine “common principles”—e.g., “We are enough”; “Village over self.” He then appends to the book a “Relationalist Manifesto” consisting of sixty-four articles. The concluding sentence captures the spirit of the whole: “Love emerges between people out of nothing, as a pure flame.”
Brooks writes that when down in the valley he wrestled with “what the rest of my life should be, confronting the problems of a twenty-two-year-old with the mind of a fifty-two-year-old.” A disenchanted twenty-two-year-old searching for meaning might find value in his answers. But for this seventy-two-year-old, The Second Mountain contains more than a little poppycock.