Bill Kauffman was born on November 15 (also the birthday of Bobby Dandridge) in the otherwise forgettable year of 1959. He was an all-star Little League shortstop for the Lions Club Cubs but soon thereafter his talents eroded. After an idyllic childhood in his ancestral home of Batavia, New York, birthplace of Anti-Masonry, he was graduated from Batavia High School in 1977. He earned, more or less, a B.A. from the University of Rochester in 1981 and went therefrom to the staff of Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan, the only dairy farmer in the U.S. Senate. Two and a half years later he left Moynihan’s staff a bohemian Main Street anarchist who loved the Beats, the New England transcendentalists, early 20th century local colorists (Sarah Orne Jewett his Maine gal), cowpunk music, and the crazy old America. Neil Diamond and Karen Carpenter, too, but don’t tell anyone. He bummed around out west for a while, sleeping in bus stations and writing derivative poetry in Salt Lake City flophouses (nah, he’s not a Mormon, just a BYU fan) before an ill-starred year in graduate school at the UR. He took a seminar with Christopher Lasch and thought on it. In the spring of 1985 he flew west to become an assistant editor with Reason
magazine. He had great fun in Santa Barbara with that crew of congenial editors drinking far into the night at Eddie Van Cleeve’s Sportsman’s Lounge, but in ’86 he flew east to become the magazine’s Washington editor. Always homesick, Kauffman persuaded his lovely and talented wife Lucine, a Los Angelena, to move back to Batavia in 1988 in what he called a “one-year experiment”—the year to be measured, apparently, in Old Testament terms. They’re still there—or, more accurately, five miles north in Elba (apt name for an exile!), where Lucine is Town Supervisor. She may well be the highest-ranking Armenian-American elected official in the country, at least until the voters of California send Cher to the U.S. Senate. Take that, Turks!
Lucine and Bill have a daughter, Gretel, 17, who writes and acts and plays piano and French horn. Their lab mutt, Victoria, whose tail graces the accompanying photo, is now departed, to their sorrow, but a cat, Duffy, darts in and out of the house when the mood strikes.
Bill is the author of nine books: Every Man a King
(Soho Press/1989), a novel, which was recently rescued from the remainder bin by a New York Sun
article proclaiming it the best political satire of the last century (the Sun
thereupon set); Country Towns of New York
(McGraw-Hill/1994), a travel book about God’s country; America First! Its History, Culture and Politics
(Prometheus/1995), a cultural history of isolationism which Benjamin Schwarz in the Atlantic
called the best introduction to the American anti-imperialist tradition; With Good Intentions? Reflections on the Myth of Progress in America
(Praeger/1998), his worst-seller, a sympathetic account of critics of highways, school consolidation, a standing army, and the Siren Progress; Dispatches from the Muckdog Gazette: A Mostly Affectionate Account of a Small Town’s Fight to Survive
(Henry Holt/2003; Picador ppb. 2004), a memoirish book about his hometown which won the 2003 national “Sense of Place” award from Writers & Books; Look Homeward, America: In Search of Reactionary Radicals and Front-Porch Anarchists
(ISI/2006), which the American Library Association named one of the best books of 2006 and which won the Andrew Eiseman Writers Award; Ain’t My America: The Long Noble History of Antiwar Conservatism and Middle American Anti-Imperialism
(Henry Holt/ Metropolitan/2008), which Barnes & Noble named one of the best books of 2008; Forgotten Founder: Drunken Prophet: The Life of Luther Martin
(ISI/2008), a biography of a brilliant dipsomaniacal Anti-Federalist who warned us this was gonna happen; and Bye Bye, Miss American Empire
(Chelsea Green/2010), a cheerful account of dissolution.
Bill is a regular contributor to the Wall Street Journal
a columnist for The American Conservative
. He has written for numerous publications, including The American Scholar
, the Los Angeles Times Book Review
, The Nation
, the Independent
and The Spectator
of London, Counterpunch
, University Bookman
, and Utne Reader
He is vice president of the Genesee County Baseball Club, which owns the Batavia Muckdogs of the New York-Penn Baseball League. Come summertime, he can be found in the 3rd base bleachers at Dwyer Stadium. He is also active in the officerless (of course) John Gardner Society.
Bill is more handsome than the photo on this site would suggest.
See books written
by Bill Kauffman.
Great article! These days, the high point of my week is on Wednesdays, when I ride my bike over to the farmer’s market to pick up our CSA share. I see friends, familiar faces and an increasing number of eager new shoppers every time I go and am heartened to see the interest in eating local grow!
I wish I’d known, Alice–I saw Tom at the Muckdogs game last night.
Congrats to you on the scribbling progeny Mr. Kauffman. 15 and she has local journalism down pat!
Seems to me I recall “CSA” standing for something else…but I cant remembuh just now.
I have the luxury of several local farms here in the northwest hills of Ct.. One raises grass fed Angus and sells its goods at arcane hours out of a stone windmill, another is Waldingfield Farms in Washington which sells vegetables out of the “show up and grab” method or a CSA and in particular, for raw milk , eggs and other assorted things I enjoy a stop at a Stonewall Farm in Cornwall, with a stunning valley view up the storied Housatonic where flyfishing has gone bust this year due to high water. What I really enjoy about the livestock farms is one will enter the sales area with the air redolent of manure,hay skittering about, flys buzzing around and happily purchase the goods in an atmosphere that would make me turn an about face and run from in our gleaming “markets”. Shopping for real food, aside from the communal conversation…is pungent….as food should be.
An attagirl to scribe Gretel…….
Mr. Kauffman, let me congratulate you on the accomplishments of your fine daughter, and let me also thank you for the work you do. I’ve recently read America First, Look Homeward America and Ain’t My America and have been profoundly effected by them. What a refreshing, uplifting, and elucidating body of work you’ve produced.
Thank you so very much, and please – write more often, dammit!
Good going, Gretel!
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