The Sixties, By Jenny Diski
Your support helps us to tell the story
From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.
At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.
The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.
Your support makes all the difference.What do they say about remembering the Sixties? Well, Jenny Diski proves them wrong. She was there, clad in Biba minidress, cultivating her altered mind states and she can recall every last disappointment.
The '60s have been seen through a pink, nostalgic haze for long enough, she argues. Was it "free love" or a different kind of sexual tyranny (in which natural desires were suppressed for the greater good of the commune)? Was it political radicalism? If so, how did it lead to the dead end of Thatcherism and the Me Generation?
Diski's cold shower on an overly romanticised decade in which the only thing that is "certain is that the music then was better" is both Eeyorish and refreshing. Prepare to have your memories shattered.
Join our commenting forum
Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies
Comments