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  • Utopia Limited An Anthropological Response to Richard Rorty

    Utopia’s much too big for one small head
    I’ll float it as a Company Limited!

    Gilbert & Sullivan, Utopia Limited

    Introduction: When Worlds Collide, or Political Hope and Philosophical Irony

    Dubbed “Prophet and Poet of the New Pragmatism” by David L. Hall, Richard Rorty, one of the most prominent figures on the American philosophical scene, is gaining notoriety on the political stage as well. Rorty’s latest book, Achieving Our Country: Leftist Thought in Twentieth-Century America, advocates pragmatism in the form of New Deal-style political activism. Rorty enjoins American intellectuals (synonymous with the Left, “the party of hope”) to take the fight for social justice out of the ivory tower and back into the streets of America. Rorty would rehabilitate an increasingly pessimistic and theoretical liberalism, for which “[h]opelessness has become fashionable…” (Achieving 37), as a viable motor for social change. He affirms that “National pride is to countries what self-respect is to individuals: a necessary condition for self-improvement” (3). In order to make meaningful political contributions, the Left needs to “kick its philosophy habit” (91).

    Whether interventionist speaking the plain language of “tough love,” political stumper/analyst, or theologian of the religion of democracy, Rorty has chosen the role of actor rather than that of passive spectator (Achieving 9). Although Rorty’s multi-purpose rhetoric may be extremely tricky to contextualize, it is nevertheless consistent with Achieving‘s promotion of intellectual crossover from the contemplative to the politically active and necessary to his basic intellectual program in which “the traditional tasks of moral philosophy should be taken over by literature and political experimentation” (Penguin Dictionary of Philosophy).(1) As a philosopher, Rorty has staked out the territory of pragmatism, where truth-as-correspondence, epistemology, and religion (as witness his mantra “truth is not out there” [Contingency 5]), are conceptual personae non gratae and contingency “goes all the way down,” obviating any possibility of a transcendental ego.(2) Rorty’s notion is that cross-over thought is mutually beneficial for all parties involved. As he says in Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity, “philosophers help provide a redescription for political liberalism, but political liberalism also helps provide a redescription of their [philosophical] activity” (54).

    However, his resolute and persistent identification with a liberal/leftist political position–he proposes that we eliminate the distinction (Achieving 42)–places him in a camp that privileges a particular set of values for human interaction; it defines him not as one who continually redescribes existing vocabularies but one who has already redescribed them and must now defend the position created by that redescription. As Gianni Vattimo asks, “is Rorty’s distinction between epistemology and hermeneutics itself epistemological, that is, argumentative, or is it hermeneutic and ‘poetic’?” (Beyond 99). This juxtaposed geography may weaken both Rorty’s philosophy and his politics, but it paradoxically continues to drive forward his project of reorganizing the way we think and solve problems in a world without metaphysical foundation by provoking prolific response and debate. However, if Rorty’s position is between here and somewhere else, his reader’s position is likewise problematized, for any attempt to situate Rorty’s self-styled politico-philosophico-artistic discourse can be construed as a demonstration that one lacks the intellectual cosmopolitanism, daring, and flexibility this thought calls for. It seems that Rorty is everywhere–and nowhere–at once.

    To be sure, Rorty acknowledges the problematic position that he has created for himself in his attempts to bridge the gap between philosophical theorizing and political activism, but this concession is just as much an invitation to his reader to enter the labyrinth of his intricately wrought oppositions as it is an admission of conceptual inadequacy. He justifies his compromises as problematic precisely because they constitute redescription in a new mode (Contingency 54), one which cannot be verified in the present. In Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity, he offers to “make this abjuration of philosophical neutrality in the interest of political liberalism more palatable” by reminding us that “a new vocabulary … will have its utility explained only retrospectively” (55). We will know only in the future. One is reminded of the early nineteenth-century Stendhal’s recurrent remarks that he would be understood in 1930. The unspecified and ever-receding future serves as a guarantee of the unfalsifiability of present hypotheses.

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    The future is no mere rhetorical alibi for Rorty; it is a fundamental principle of his thought. For him, those who change the world are models of human existence, and the “strong poet” is a hero (Contingency 53). When he declares that “the creative artist, in a wide sense that includes critics, scientists, and scholars, provides the paradigm case of a career whose conclusion leaves the world a bit different from what it used to be” (Achieving 122), he implicitly makes a case for himself as firebrand philosopher and standout in the spheres of art and politics, and a preemptive strike against his would-be traditional philosopher critics. Rorty affirms the possibility of “intellectual and moral progress,” which he envisages “as a history of increasingly useful metaphors rather than of increasing understanding of how things really are” (Contingency 9).

    Rorty’s own metaphor of choice for exploring a world that has come to grips with the “contingency” of its ideas is that of utopia–a term that, curiously, the scholarly Rorty does not contextualize within the considerable scholarship on the subject. Always on the horizon of his thought, utopia would in fact be the motor of history, “the realization of utopias, and the envisaging of still further utopias, as an endless process–an endless, proliferating realization of Freedom, rather than a convergence toward an already existing Truth” (Contingency xiv). Indeed, in his introduction to Objectivity, Relativism, and Truth, Rorty asserts that what he sees as “most worth preserving” in the work of John Dewey, his intellectual forebear, is his notion of the change from our sense of dependence on the past “to a sense of the utopian possibilities of the future…” (17). In Achieving Our Country Rorty declares that “Whitman and Dewey tried to substitute hope for knowledge. They wanted to put shared utopian dreams–dreams of an ideally decent and civilized society–in the place of knowledge of God’s Will, Moral Law, the Laws of History, or the Facts of Science” (107).

    This characterization could just as easily describe Rorty’s own project, whose telos is utopia as substitute for illusory metaphysical Transcendence. Rorty’s gravitation toward utopia as a metaphor reveals that he still feels the pull of foundational philosophy. Jürgen Habermas characterizes Rorty as a disappointed convert from traditional metaphysics who compensates the grief of his reluctant farewell to metaphysics by dramatizing the farewell “at the moment of its [metaphysics’] fall” (Habermas 346-47).(3) Habermas goes on to claim that nostalgia prompts Rorty to arrive at an “adapted Hegelianism” with a perspective on everyday practices (Habermas 347-48). Vattimo has also diagnosed these “romantic” tendencies and their resulting overly oppositional rhetoric (End149).

    Rorty’s affinity for the idea of utopia is troubling on the eve of the millennium. The persistent unproblematized use of a term that has acquired in this century such strong connotations and undergone such definitional permutations suggests an outlook that is not only nostalgic but rigid and severely limiting. Rorty’s insistence on utopia as a goal, a methodology, and a value points to the need to rethink (or redescribe) utopia in new terms.

    A World “Other”

    Rorty’s substitution of utopia for the epistemological frustrations of theory suggests that it functions as much as a mask as an alternative and cannot be considered an innocent figure, even in his own vocabulary. The tangle of definitions and subsequent implications of utopia does not unravel easily. For Judith Shklar, “by now utopia stands for political hope” (41); utopia serves as a horizon that is necessary “if we are ever to look beyond an unacceptable actuality” (55, referring to Benhabib). In this view, history is asymptotic to utopia, for it pursues the utopian horizon in hopes of gaining incremental improvements. This was not the case, she points out, in More’s and Rousseau’s utopias, which they never expected to become realizable and which served as reflective critiques of contemporary society (44). However, as both Shklar and Vattimo emphasize, the scientific progress of the nineteenth century inspired a new kind of utopian thought. Whether driven by a faith in technology as an answer to humanity’s ills or faith in the escape from (or overthrow of) technology and a return to previous agrarian (read hierarchical) forms of social organization, this new conception of utopia was one of attainability. As Shklar writes, “The utopia of the nineteenth century is a blueprint for a planned new society” (47). One could revel in the rapid scientific advancements like the Saint-Simonists, or peacefully retreat to one of many utopian communities inspired by the likes of Fourier, or develop an ideological stance worth fighting for against the deleterious effects of technology.

    Hence the muddle when we consider the question of utopia today. Impossible critique or horizon of hope? A simple glance at the table of contents of Manuel and Manuel’s History of Utopian Thought in the Western World indicates that the arc of utopia’s history does not exclude either possibility but is rather the story of their permutations, from Plato’s Republic to Freudo-Marxism. In his famous Ideology and Utopia, Karl Mannheim maintains a distinction between the two terms on the basis of the class that thinks them: ideology is the province of the dominant groups while utopia is the territory of the oppressed (40). This is a neat binary opposition: the dominant class is interested in the status quo and hence blinded to any elements that would threaten their dominance, while the oppressed groups are focused on the elements they wish to negate (40). However, the revolutionary vs “conservative” aspects of these distinctions become blurred as the relative dominance of the groups changes, and it is crucial to note that Mannheim’s distinctions date from before the watershed of the Holocaust and the Cold War. As the conception of utopia becomes more entwined with history as historicity,(4) its practical consequences–either failed hopes or violent approximations of realizations–tend to implicate utopia, strangely enough, in the vocabulary of not only impossible but negative projects. Mannheim’s binary distinction between ideology and utopia maintains itself with difficulty in our own fin-de-siècle cataloguing of twentieth-century good intentions gone horribly awry.

    Louis Marin’s later analysis reflects these historical modifications by emphasizing the structural homology of utopia and ideology. According to Marin, utopia is the ideological critique of the dominant ideology of the historical moment of its formulation (10), or an ideology in figural form. But Rorty’s utopia is recalcitrant to such labeling: Rorty would hold fast to the idea of utopia while denying the very possibility of a distinction between ideological and nonideological: “Calling a story “mythical” or “ideological” would be meaningful only if such stories could be contrasted with an “objective” story” (Achieving 11). Rorty’s denial of the possibility of an operational articulation of the terms “ideology” and “utopia” makes Shklar’s question, “What is the Use of Utopia?” yet more pertinent.

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    Gianni Vattimo adds a useful new dimension to the definitional problem by privileging the categories of “dystopia” and “heterotopia” alongside utopia. While Rorty’s thought regularly turns toward an idealized traditional felicitous utopian figure, Vattimo has argued that “the salient feature” of twentieth-century utopia is its formulation as anti-utopia, dis-utopia, or counter-utopia (Transparent Society 76). In Vattimo’s vocabulary, utopia can be characterized as “an optimal reality by way of rational design, whether it be oriented metaphysically… or technologically” (79). Dystopias or counter-utopias, on the other hand, “retain the ‘optimizing’ character of utopia… they imagine a reality in which what are at present only possibilities are realized in all their most extreme implications… a total and irremediable unhappiness” (76). Vattimo suggests that the emergence of the prominence of dystopia is the epochal change occasioned by the “discovery of the counter-finality of reason” (81), that “the rationalization of the world turns against reason and its ends of perfection and emancipation, and does so not by error, accident, or a chance distortion, but precisely to the extent that it is more and more perfectly accomplished” (78). Along with the weakening notion of rational progress comes the end of a “unilinear” concept of history (81) and the proliferation of heterotopia, or images of progress that are not all-encompassing but local. In other words, he sees a “strict connection” between the histories of modern rationalism and utopia-dystopia-heterotopia (78), and when conceived within the context of the history of rationalism, the distinctions among utopia, dystopia, and heterotopia are intelligible and useful.

    For Vattimo there is yet another twist in terminology: many late twentieth-century dystopias are better characterized as “post-apocalyptic utopias,” for once the onerous possibility of destruction has been lifted by the catastrophic consequences of the rationalization of technology, a vision of returning to a happier state of nature, a la nineteenth-century utopias and the “flower power” of the sixties, becomes possible. Vattimo prudently confines his argument to a vision of the “topias” tied most closely to the history of rationalism. But if we consider the broader implications of the terms “happiness” and “irremediable unhappiness,” the very distinction between utopia and dystopia seems impossible to maintain. To distinguish dystopia from utopia on this basis relies on the subjective privileging of a moment either of happiness or unhappiness in the “topian” text. A work like The Turner Diaries that accomplishes the fictive expulsion of a resented enemy (Jews, non-whites) viewed responsible for societal woes falls into the dystopian or utopian category according to the perspective of the reader. Conversely, a work like Silko’s Almanac of the Dead, cited by Rorty as a work of “self-disgust” (Achieving 4), turns the race tables against the white-anglo-imperialist society that has unjustly dominated the real native Americans. Is the novel a dystopia or a utopia; are these categories even valid in discussion of this novel? In his introduction to Heterotopia, Tobin Siebers contends that utopian desire cannot be distinguished from dystopian desire for “utopian desire has both hopeful and pessimistic sides: it yearns for happiness but only because it is so unhappy with the existing world” (3). In terms of the resultant (relative) happiness or unhappiness, we might be better advised to follow Vattimo’s historical model and say that the distinction depends on the presence of a narrative that allows different moments of the text to be differentially even if subjectively privileged.

    This differentiation is crucial to understanding the broader implications of “heterotopia,” a term introduced into the modern theoretical corpus by Foucault.(5) Kevin Hetherington proposes that we understand the ongoing development of modernity as a result of the interplay between utopia and heterotopia. For Hetherington, heterotopia is an “in-between space” that implies a process of differentiation which defines modernity itself:

    Heterotopia do exist, but they only exist in this space-between, in this relationship between spaces, in particular between eu-topia and ou-topia. Heterotopia are not quite spaces of transition–the chasm they represent can never be closed up–but they are space of deferral, spaces where ideas and practices that represent the good life can come into being, from nowhere, even if they never actually achieve what they set out to achieve–social order, or control and freedom. Heterotopia, therefore, reveal the process of ordering to be just that, a process rather than a thing (see Law 1994(6)). (Hetherington ix)

    Like utopia, dystopia and heterotopia are far from innocent terms that imply not only modes of thought but their cultural products. The history of the definition of the genre of science fiction, from its roots in H.G. Wells and his “ambivalent” attitude toward utopia(7) to the huge variety of SF products now available, largely depends on whether one considers dystopia a form of science fiction or science fiction a sub-genre of dystopia.

    Artists and Carpenters

    By the logic of the active anti-spectatorial stance Rorty takes in Achieving, the active imagining of utopia is a key tool in the analysis of social practice as well as a goal worthy of Dewey and Whitman. In Objectivity, Relativism, and Truth Rorty states that, “My own view is that it is not much use pointing to the “internal contradictions” of a social practice, or “deconstructing” it, unless one can come up with an alternative practice–unless one can at least sketch a utopia in which the concept or distinction would be obsolete” (16). Deconstruction (in the broad sense) is therefore useful only in the presence of its constructive correlate. Yet, while Rorty’s active, dare we say positive, method implies a proposed course of action, the result of his effort at construction remains an ideal product rather than a concrete plan, for, as he admits, “we cannot tell ourselves a story about how to get from the actual present to such a future. We can picture various socioeconomic setups which would be preferable to the present one. But we have no clear sense of how to get from the actual world to these theoretically possible worlds, and thus no clear idea of what to work for” (Contingency 182). Nonetheless, Rorty advocates “a general turn against theory and toward narrative” for the “historicist and nominalist culture of the sort [he] envisage[s] would settle instead for narratives which connect the present with the past, on the one hand, and with utopian futures, on the other” (Contingency xvi).

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    Rorty’s repeated recourse to this figure of utopia without analysis of its raison-d’être suggests a late twentieth century romantic faith–unironic in Rortyian terms–that utopian thought is a legitimate way out of the dilemmas of traditional philosophy. Ironically, utopia for Rorty is less a heuristic filter for the process of redescription than a mold into which his ideas are poured and hardened. That Rorty is aware that utopia is an impossible proposition is a given dispensed with at the beginning of Contingency, but this circular recognition makes the status of his own utopia ambiguous. His repeated caveat is that in this ideal liberal society, general acceptance of redescription will create a situation in which the thorny questions of maintaining certain distinctions as we know them will become obsolete. His claim in Contingency that “This book tries to show how things look if we drop the demand for a theory which unifies the public and private, and are content to treat the demands of self-creation and of human solidarity as equally valid, yet forever incommensurable” (xv) seems to invite the disassembly of his utopian apparatus, for it not only asserts that clear conceptual distinctions persist (in the equally valid demands of self-creation and solidarity) but it in fact creates and fixes these distinctions firmly in place rather than, as he prescribes, rendering them “obsolete” (16).

    Rorty’s utopian discourse is not so much about utopia per se and its function as about the detailed contents of his own imagined utopia. Like More’s Utopus, Rorty carves his utopia out of already existing territory, a jumbled landscape of public-private, ethical/moral- pragmatic formations. The Rortyian utopia is a unique man-made island of delicate balance between the public and the private that is effected by their fictitious and rigorous separation. In Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity he attempts to describe at length what he terms a “liberal utopia”: a polity peopled by liberals, those “who think that cruelty is the worst thing we do,”(8) cum ironists, imaginative people who realize “that anything can be made to look good or bad by being redescribed” and who do not take themselves too seriously (Contingency 73). These “liberal ironists” are able to segregate their private ambitions for autonomous selfhood (personified for Rorty by “ironist” figures such as Proust and Nabokov) from their public responsibility to society (according to models of liberals like Orwell or Derrida).

    According to Rorty, the ironist fulfills three conditions:

    (1) She has radical and continuing doubts about the final vocabulary she currently uses, because she has been impressed by other vocabularies, vocabularies taken as final by people or books she has encountered; (2) she realizes that argument phrased in her present vocabulary can neither underwrite nor dissolve these doubts; (3) insofar as she philosophizes about her situation, she does not think that her vocabulary is closer to her reality than others, that it is in touch with a power not herself. Ironists who are inclined to philosophize see the choice between vocabularies as made neither within a neutral and universal metavocabulary nor by an attempt to fight one’s way past appearances to the real, but simply by playing the new off against the old. (Contingency 73)

    The goal is to see the other “as one of us.” In Rorty-speak, the question of who “us” is remains unclear (or perhaps remains all too clear), for the set of ironists is not coterminous with that of private persons, but only a subset of it. Irony is defined in contradistinction to its other, “common sense” (Contingency 74), and these qualities in turn define the people who bear them. “In the ideal liberal society, the intellectuals would still be ironists, although the nonintellectuals would not. The latter would, however, be commonsensically nominalist and historicist” (Contingency 87). Clearly the division between private and public is insufficient to characterize his ideal society; in Achieving, the pertinent distinctions are set forth in terms of both political orientation–Left or Right–and of “career.” The intellectuals and nonintellectuals of Contingency morph into artists vs carpenters:

    The reason I cite poets, critics, and painters, rather than dentists, carpenters, and laborers, as having careers is that the former, more typically than the latter, are trying to make the future different from the past–trying to create a new role rather than to play an old role well. The difference is obviously not hard and fast, since there are such things as hack poetry and creative dentistry. But the creative artist, in a wide sense that includes critics, scientists, and scholars, provides the paradigm case of a career whose conclusion leaves the world a bit different from what it used to be. (Achieving 122)

    Careers of “artists” are likened to a “sociopolitical campaign” in that they “can be seen to have succeeded or failed–or, or more frequently, to have succeeded to a certain degree while still falling short of its initial aims” (Achieving 121-22). But the definition of “artist” still depends on the success or failure of his/her career; a failed artist might as well have been a dentist.

    Because the same denial of metaphysical foundations that is crucial to Vattimo’s “weak thought” underpins Rorty’s own thinking, one might assume that his notions of individual autonomy and self-creation would lead him to express his views in terms of something like Vattimo’s concept of heterotopia. Why does Rorty steadfastly privilege the utopia of the liberal ironist over a heterotopic vision and not directly address the question of differences of utopia when he clearly advocates the dynamics of democratic conversation and compromise? The answer lies in his regular reflexive return to binary distinctions, constituents of what Marin would call his “simulacrum of synthesis” (26).

    In spite of Rorty’s caveat entre-deux of “hack poetry and creative dentistry,” his evolving description of utopia is constructed from unproblematized binary opposites. In Achieving Our Country, Rorty’s belief in a starkly delineated Left and Right never seems to be in doubt. Nor is the Right’s role presented as in opposition even in the academy; academic Leftists “have collaborated with the Right” in substitution of “cultural politics” for “real politics.” According to Rorty’s definitions, “The Right never thinks that anything much needs to be changed: it thinks the country is basically in good shape, and may well have been in better shape in the past. It sees the Left’s struggle for social justice as mere troublemaking, as utopian foolishness. The Left, by definition, is the party of hope. It insists that our nation remains unachieved” (14). In Rorty’s narrative, the Left is portrayed as a chevalier errant that must find its way back to court by accomplishing honorable deeds and the Right is cast in the role of the dragon. The Left is future-oriented and is responsible for provoking essential dialogue; it is in fact the motor of political life. Rorty never discusses the good in terms of values in which both sides can actively participate. Sides must be chosen: “Insofar as a Left becomes spectatorial and retrospective, it ceases to be a Left” (Achieving 14). Maintaining strict separations of incompatibles is essential to Rorty’s utopia.

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    Rorty affirms, “My defense turns on making a firm distinction between the private and the public” (Contingency 83). But in order to separate them effectively for his picture of liberal utopia he must freeze-frame them as if by fiat in order to resolve the tension between the two. He has noted rather tellingly that Dewey expended a great deal of effort trying to reinsert philosophy into history (Achieving 14), but in his own liberal utopia, he must eliminate the temporal aspect of the relationship of give and take that in fact allows democracy to function more or less along the lines that he advocates. This conceptual stasis recalls the figural aspect of utopia signaled by Marin: utopian text is paradoxically “quasi-iconic” (87) and as such can be read as a sign in a larger discursive context. The choice of the word “iconic” is doubly apt in Rorty’s case, for this particular sign is one that stands in the place of the metaphysical transcendence that he has had to deny and that Habermas suggests he still mourns. Or to borrow a phrase from Gans, it implies “presence as an absolute coincidence of sign with referent, as a moment of absolute peace and communion in transcended and annulled desire” (End of Culture 126).

    Measure twice, cut once

    The telos of Rortyian thought as designated by the figure of utopia is the elimination of desire. If we construct, as Rorty suggests, a “narrative” from Contingency‘s utopia to Achieving‘s less explicit one, we discover that the concept that must be made obsolete is that of conflicting, converging–mimetic–desire. Behind its liberal mask, Rorty’s utopian construction is a symptom of the lingering virus of metaphysics and betrays a fundamental dependency on representational metaphors much stronger and more pervasive than he has been willing to admit. Rorty would deny that he wishes to eliminate desire altogether. However, if we understand desire as mimetic, then we know that desire is mediated by others and will tend to converge conflictually on like objects, both concrete and abstract.

    Gianni Vattimo has suggested that for a critique of metaphysics to be truly radical, it must take into account both the violence that metaphysical fictions–human attempts to impose order–have exercised on thought itself (Violence et métaphysique 57) and the conflictual violence that is revealed with the “fall” of metaphysics, for in the absence of metaphysics “there is no longer anything to limit the conflictiveness of existence, the struggle between the weak and the strong for supremacy” that knows no other criterion than force (58). Beyond the failure to justify his own redescriptive prescriptions that Vattimo associates with the “irrationalism of hermeneutics” (Beyond Interpretation 99) lies Rorty’s failure to come to grips with the conflictual reality of existence that metaphysics and religion help to control. Rorty does not wish to deal with the fundamental realities of human interaction and the role that representation and the sacred play in mediating this interaction. It is not insignificant that Rorty’s ironist-artist hero focuses on private ambitions rather than on a relationship to the public and its recognition or rejection. Liberals like Orwell who wish to change the world function for the general good in the public sphere, where private ambitions for success would be out of place. In Achieving the liberal is an artist and the artist is a liberal.

    Although unaware of its relationship to desire, Rorty is not unaware of the danger of violence, which he defines rather as a quality of individual action than as a collective phenomenon. This quality goes by different names in the progression from Contingency to Achieving. In Contingency‘s liberal utopia, “cruelty” is the destructive force threatening solidarity that must be kept at bay. As anyone who has read René Girard knows, “cruelty” is another word for the violent manifestation of mimetic desire. In ritual societies, violence is checked by sacrificial rites that focus a diffuse violence on a central victim. Rorty’s implied notion that sanctioned inequality is the cause of the violence is erroneous. As Girard has demonstrated, the more highly differentiated the society, the greater the control over the contagion of violence.

    Lacking any notion of or respect for sacrificial mechanisms or the sacred, for these would be part of the unenlightened past, Rorty’s secularized, de-divinised liberal utopia faces in cruelty an unresolvable problem, one with which his anti-foundationalist thought is unprepared to cope in the absence of a notion of the self “that goes all the way down.” For this reason, Rorty displaces the focus of violence-avoidance from the private in Contingency to the public in Achieving. If in the first book the avoidance of cruelty was the basic principle of utopian social organization, now the problem of cruelty, which he now calls “sadism,” is overshadowed by an overt commitment to doing away with the effects of selfishness–as he admits, government can in some ways correct selfishness, but not sadism (Achieving 99). Rorty relocates his society of “free consensus” within a larger conception of social justice based on the elimination of “castes or classes, since the kind of self-respect which is needed for free participation in democratic deliberation is incompatible with such social divisions” (Achieving 30), and he nods in agreement with an idea of a civic religion centered around “substituting social justice for individual freedom as our country’s principal goal” (Achieving 101). Social justice à la Rorty is ultimately the other side of the cruelty coin, for the liberal sees social justice in terms of equality, even at the expense of individual freedom. But alas, once again, this is simply trading one problem for another, since lack of individual freedom critically infringes on the private ambitions of the ironist.

    Rorty’s movement toward equality implies that desires frustrated in the hierarchical system will be fulfilled in the “democratic” system, his new guiding light. Yet Gans’s examination of Pericles’ Funeral Oration makes clear the that the founders of the first democracy were acutely aware of the resentment generated by broad access to positions of privilege.(9) “Contrary to what might appear at first glance, fairness is inversely proportional to objectivity. The fairer one wants to be, the more specific the evaluation one must make for the specific task at hand, and the more unpredictable the results…. Hence the fairer the society, the more an individual who is not chosen for a particular task is likely to disagree with the society’s judgment” (2). An equal society is not a resentment-free society; on the contrary. The more “social justice” as a guiding value prevails, the more the less capable are likely to be humiliated and the more capable to become resentful.

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    The shift from the emphasis on cruelty to that of social justice reveals the weakness of a model of society conceived on the basis of a single and ambiguously defined value. The formula for Rorty’s hypothetical social glue is faulty; Rorty assumes that individual efforts at optimal self-creation do not conflict (Contingency 84), that they will not be predicated on limiting others’ chances or on publicly humiliating others through redescription. Rorty’s ironist hero Proust created bitingly accurate portraits of many of his contemporaries who were deeply offended to recognize their own traits in Proust’s composite characters. Rorty’s coda that “peace, wealth, and certain ‘bourgeois freedoms’” are necessary for this to occur begs the question. Even Rorty’s impossible utopia–still peopled by human beings after all–must have a mechanism for expelling or deferring cruelty.

    Since neither version of his utopia provides Rorty with a means of controlling either cruelty or inequality, the logic of this shift bears closer examination. Both models implicitly rely on a rational self that can recognize and intellectualize its own cruel and selfish impulses. In the first vision, cruelty emerges as the principal vice to be conquered, an end to be accomplished primarily by trying to see the other “as one of us” in hopes that the resulting compassion will cause us to work toward solidarity in our public lives.(10) Yet seeing the other as one of us does not necessarily have a positive valence and it offers no principle of practical social organization. Cruelty does not rein itself in just because it is the worst thing we do. Rorty’s shift in emphasis from cruelty on the bottom of the list (the worst) to social justice on the top of the list (the best) suggests that he believes cruelty to stem from social inequalities that must be corrected.

    Those who are in pain, for example, are humiliated because they do not have the language to speak and must rely on the liberal to speak for them. Yet, as Rorty acknowledges, “The redescribing ironist, by threatening one’s final vocabulary, and thus one’s ability to make sense of oneself in one’s own terms rather than hers, suggests that one’s self and one’s world are futile, obsolete,powerless. Redescription often humiliates” (90). Rorty’s response to this problem is to attempt to implicate metaphysics in the negative effects of ironism: “But notice that redescription and possible humiliation are no more closely connected with ironism than with metaphysics” (90). Rather than dealing with the unhappy realities of liberal-ironist redescription-humiliation, Rorty merely alleges that this same combination exists in a world of metaphysical foundations: the metaphysician, who is not an ironist, redescribes too, and implicitly, the metaphysician’s redescription can humiliate.

    But as Rorty himself admits, the ironist arouses special resentment because “when [the ironist] claims that her rediscription is better, she cannot give the term “better” the reassuring weight the metaphysician gives it when he explicates it as ‘in better correspondence with reality’” (91). Since ironic redescription is the intellectual’s own medium for private self-actualization, Rorty cannot deny that it gives him a privileged means to cruelly humiliate anyone he chooses to redescribe. Rorty builds a structure of humiliation and resentment into his utopia in the division between the intellectuals, who are ironists and redescribers of others, and the nonintellectuals, who are commonsensical–by definition not ironic–and, we presume, liberal. One group is plainly equipped to dominate and humiliate the other group. Even if we look at the matter realistically and understand the infinite incremental variations that are bound to exist between these two categories, we still must cope with the hierarchization of society without a theoretical mechanism to help us.

    May God, or the ironic contemplation of his absence, save us from the utopian search for final solutions.” (Signs of Paradox 74)

    Rorty’s notion of moral and intellectual progress clearly implies the opposition between a more primitive past and a more enlightened future. As he sees it, we are moving beyond the need for metaphysics, beyond the need for religion and, we hope, beyond a world of cruelty and obdurate thinking. The future society Rorty seems to have in mind is what Vattimo calls an “accomplished nihilism” in which the stable structures of Being are weakened, but unlike Rorty, Vattimo recognizes the potential for violence that accompanies this weakening. In contrast, the only explanation we can extrapolate from Rorty’s writing as to why ritual societies were more cruel than modern society is simply that modern society knows better. From the perspective of originary thinking, such a vision of history neglects the most important (and interesting) aspects of human existence, the evolution and proliferation of strategies for creating the representations that defer violence. What Rorty reads as modernity’s greater understanding is rather the omnicentrsm of the mature market system in which desires are generated and deferred in a continual process of exchange of both goods and representations.

    Rorty’s belief that religion becomes increasingly less necessary neglects the diffusion of the sacred in its concentrated form into circulating heterotopias. As Vattimo has suggested most recently in a criticism specifically aimed at Rorty’s redescription, the secularization of Western thought should not be misread as the decline of religion, for which art becomes a suitable substitute (Beyond 56-57), since any such substitute only “mirrors, expresses, repeats and interprets this [that of metaphysics] experience of transcendence” (53). For Vattimo, “a different and more powerful type of global theory continues to stand in opposition to that modeled on the plurality of the artistic ‘openings,’ namely, the world of religious doctrines and churches” (56). It is impossible to think modernity without thinking the sacred, for it is the very secularization of Christianity that has liberated “the plurality of myths” and relegitimated religion (54).

    Vattimo’s critique allows us to understand, as Rorty does not, the inextricable dependency of Western utopian thought on Christianity. Originary thinking allows us to develop a still sharper notion of utopia by understanding it as a function of remembering toward the horizon of the future rather than, as Rorty uses the term, simply thinking whose telos is the future. The originary event is the origin of utopia. As Gans says, “Because the scene of representation solved the problem of averting conflict over the appropriation of the central object, its reproduction made it appear as the model of a world without conflict, a momentary golden age” (End of Culture 126). All subsequent representational acts are attempts to recover this originary moment, which can only be re-enacted and never definitively established as Rorty would like. This moment of perfect reciprocity, which establishes our notion of the moral and hence the impulse toward fairness, is the only “true” utopia, the model of the always-already that deconstruction seeks to avoid. As Marin has indicated, it is precisely in the unnatural neutrality of utopian space that the supplément of utopian discourse reveals itself: utopia exists only as a figure of the transcendence of all figuration. Rorty’s reliance on “supplementary” redescription prevents him from recognizing either the originary connection of this ur-figure to the metaphysics of presence or its denial of mimetic anthropological reality.

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    Marin justifies his choice of utopian texts for analysis–from the 16th to the 18th century–because this is a period of historical break between the feudal and capitalist (10) economies. It is Marin’s contention that the contradictions between nascent capitalism and dying feudalism are figured in these utopias but that they are not theorized and do not reach the level of a concept. Rorty’s two conceptions of social organization–before and after the fall of metaphysics–correspond roughly to Marin’s distinction, or to Gans’s opposition between ritual and market society. These two types of organization are not just political but economic as well, yet for all of his talk about conversation, in no meaningful sense does Rorty ever deal with other modes of exchange. The essential change between the feudal and capitalist modes is the proliferation of centers of significance prompted by the Christian revelation and the modern heterotopia. The ubiquity of mature consumer society reveals the exchange-relation at the heart of every human interaction. Hence Tobin Siebers’ suggestion that “the new model of community is based on the romantic couple” (9). Within the omnicentric market, this minimal configuration offers the closest approximation to the ideals of nonmimetic desire formerly represented in utopias. Elena Illouz’ Consuming the Romantic Utopia makes explicit the interpenetration of individual desire in the couple’s “producing” and “consuming” one another. Gans sees this as a model that can function without a third party through the mediation of desire within the configuration of the couple:

    The phenomenon of romantic love as we know it since the feudal era extends to the erotic sphere the Christian revelation of the equivalence between divine and human personhood. In love, the object of desire is revealed as not simply a troubling otherness that attracts our desire by withdrawing from it, but as an other subject. The so-called overestimation of the sexual object is not an illusion but, on the contrary, a realization that the structure of desire is essentially interpersonal rather than objectal. The erotic couple attempts to expel the mediating other from the scene of representation, to substitute a dual reciprocity, a mutual mediation, for the circulation of the mimetic triangle. Triangularity haunts erotic desire as its origin and inevitable temptation, but it is not the structure of the erotic in itself. (Signs of Paradox 114)

    Utopia and Linguistic Truth

    We are now prepared to address the question of the usefulness of distinguishing utopia, dystopia, and heterotopia in an anthropological vocabulary. Whereas Vattimo rightly sees utopia and dystopia as the represented consciousness of different moments in the history of metaphysics, examination of these categories in the light of mimetic theory allows us better to understand their critical relationship to society.

    Classic utopias are situated outside of narrative. We may visit there or hear tales of visits there, but typically there is no means for us to emigrate there. Similarly, Rorty tells us where he thinks we would like to go and what he thinks it would be like there, but he offers us no viable method for getting there. The reason for this impossibility is not that an imagined society cannot reconcile apparently irreconcilable opposites, but that not even an imagined society of human beings can eliminate mimetic desire. The lesson of the originary hypothesis is that humanity itself is a function of mimetic desire and of representation’s capacity to defer–not end–violence. As Gans points out, “In the nonviolent utopia of universal love, there would be no means available to carry out the essential cultural operation of différance: deferral through differentiation” (Signs 166). Or as Siebers posits in his introduction to Heterotopia, ” Utopian desire is the desire to desire differently, which includes the desire to abandon such desire” (3). Expressed more explicitly in the vocabulary of mimetic desire, to desire differently is to desire unmimetically, but when all desire is one, there is no alternative to mimesis. However, Siebers’ contention that utopian desire cannot be distinguished from dystopian desire (3) bears further exploration in light of the generative model. The definition of utopia as happy and dystopia as unhappy is not only ultimately too subjective and variable a criterion to be useful, but it fails to address the desire at the root of all utopian and dystopian thought. If we speak in terms of desire and all desire is one, then matters of sentiment are largely irrelevant. The question is not whether we are “happy” or “unhappy,” but to what degree culture is successful in deferring violence.

    Vattimo’s definition of dystopia as a scenario of “irremediable unhappiness” is perhaps less useful than the post-apocalyptic examples he cites, like Blade Runner and Planet of the Apes. In these films, as in Rorty’s examples of 1984, Snow Crash, Almanac of the Dead, and The Fire Next Time, we see a world radically changed that is nonetheless, at bottom, recognizable as at least partly human. These worlds are thinkable in a way that utopia is not: as optimal rationalizations of existing potentialities. There is always a sense that this could happen here. Rorty emphasizes this in both Contingency (184-85) and Achieving (87), where he warns that these scenarios are not altogether far-fetched. These dystopias, however improbable, do not suffer from the immovable contradictions upon which utopia is built. The topographical problem posed by dystopia is not how to get there, but how to get back to a world previously known. This potential of either return or forward movement gives the dystopia narrative possibilities missing in the utopia, which cannot budge by creating a temporal space.

    This is made evident in the respective consumption of the two genres; utopia is typically “boring” while the dystopian film and novel attract an enthusiastic public. Fourier was never a best-seller and More’s Utopia has never been made into a film. The public is able to identify with dystopian desire in a way that is structurally impossible in utopia; a “suspension of disbelief” or, as Gans would put it, an indefinitely deferred question of truth maintains the dystopia as an esthetic object whose experience can be renewed. The dystopia is fiction, but as such, it is not subject to verifiable truth conditions beyond its ability to perpetuate itself as an object of desire. The public is able to experience the horror of a maximal manifestation of mimetic desire and put itself in the place of the dystopian hero.

    In contrast, the utopian construction is neither narrative nor concept nor even plausible hypothesis but a figure of unrealizable desire. Deleuze and Guattari note in What is Philosophy? that utopia is a “bad concept” (110), and Gérard Raulet has argued that it is the “simulacrum of a concept.” In Gansian terms, it dwells neither in the world of the signifier or the signified, but tries unsuccessfully to straddle the two. Utopia is a figure, dystopia is a narrative. Dystopia is an anxious consciousness of mimetic desire, and utopia its illusory elimination. The esthetic experience of utopia can only be akin to the soulless uniformity thematized by dystopia.

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    Vattimo’s historical tracing of the movement of utopia, dystopia, and heterotopia reveals the mimetic grounds of these concepts. Just as Marin’s 16th-18th century utopias reflect the contradictions of the transition from a feudal economy to a capitalist one (10), the utopian movements characteristic of the nineteenth century are a form of overt or implicit romantic resistance to the contaminated, manufactured desires of burgeoning consumer society. Both retreats from this society (Fourierism) and movements toward a new world (Saint-Simonism) are governed by a vision of absence of conflict; desires either attain satisfaction through simplification or are made obsolete by technology. If, as Vattimo claims, dystopia becomes more prevalent as metaphysics weakens, this process coincides with the growing awareness of the realities of mature market society: no one is immune to mimetic desire and the structural dynamics of the market pervade every aspect of our lives. As an expression of fear of the self’s disappearance in a world of enforced conformity, dystopia represents and confronts the extrapolated consequences of the ubiquity of the market. The increase in dystopias reflects a prise de conscience of mimetic desire unavailable within a utopian context. At the same time, the continued generation of new mediations for desire and the increased degrees of freedom brought about by mature market society enable the proliferation of personally-scaled heterotopias that marks the late twentieth century.

    After the Holocaust: Utopian visions, dystopian representations

    According to Gans’s view of history, the Holocaust is a watershed in the understanding of the Christian ethic and its representational possibilities. The Holocaust is the logical reductio ad absurdum of utopian thinking:

    The horror of the camps is their scenelessness; for the first time in history, a central policy of violence is deliberately excluded from the scenic structure of culture … Thus, what makes the Holocaust exemplary of a newly radical category of evil is not the multiplicity of its victims, but their lack of esthetic exemplarity … Like a carnivore killing off the species it feeds on, the Nazi model was not meant to express antisemitism, but to abolish the need for it. The more Nazi society revealed its mimetic obsessions with “ugly images,” whether of Jews or of “decadent” art, the more desperately it sought the final expulsion of these images, after which its obsessions would presumably be lifted. This was history’s most radical attempt to expunge the Pauline revelation of the centrality of the victim in the cause of reserving the center for the positive figure of Aryan exemplarity.
    (Signs of Paradox 164)

    After the Holocaust, each is obliged to figure himself in the place of the arbitrary victim. But the overwhelming realization that to be the victim is also to be the center of significance makes the representational insufficiency of utopia even clearer. The previously tentative and ambiguous mutation of utopia into dystopia becomes formalized in the figure of the Holocaust as exemplary anti-utopia. Utopia having been turned into its horrible opposite, the dystopian text, structurally sounder in its narrative possibilities, becomes the locus of the renewed identification between public and central victim. Ironically, Rorty’s ideal poet-hero is not realized in his liberal utopia but is in fact generated as an oppositional figure within dystopia.(11)

    If Rorty’s own utopia is difficult to imagine, the dystopias that he analyzes from Contingency to Achieving are quite vivid to the mind’s eye. They are intelligible within the originary post-Holocaust model. His choice of 1984 in Contingency conforms well to Vattimo’s definition of utopia/dystopia as “optimality by way of rational design,” for, as Rorty says, “Orwell thought of our century as the period in which ‘human equality became technically possible’” (169), providing the necessary conditions of possibility for totalitarian repression. Rorty claims that in thinking about Orwell, it is not useful to consider 1984 as having stripped away appearance to show reality but that it should be read “as a redescription of what may happen or has been happening” (173), as an alternative perspective. The world of 1984 is “dangerous” and “possible” (176). Rorty titles his chapter “The Last Intellectual in Europe: Orwell on Cruelty” (Contingency 169), a play on Rorty’s observation that “The provisional title of 1984 was The Last Man in Europe (170). But Orwell was the “last intellectual” precisely because he alone of Europe’s intellectuals refused the current version of the utopia of the Left.

    In Achieving Rorty makes a distinction between an earlier generation of socialist novels–The Jungle, An American Tragedy, and The Grapes of Wrath–and a second generation, Snow Crash and Almanac of the Dead. The earlier generation represent hope based on the possibility of transformation “necessary because the rise of industrial capitalism had made the individualist rhetoric of America’s first century obsolete” (Achieving 8). The second generation are “descriptions of what America will be like in the twenty-first century… written in tones of either self-mockery or of self-disgust” (Achieving 4) and symptomatic of the critical immobility of the late-twentieth-century intellectual. In Snow Crash, Rorty’s example of “self-mockery,” government gives way to business in an America in which the market has become all-powerful. Rorty notes that this novel capitalizes on the belief that corporations and government “now make all the important decisions” (5). In Almanac of the Dead, a work of “self-disgust,” racial-ethnic identities become the focus rather than consumer society. The white race is seen as a plague whose destiny is to be squelched by the descendants of the America’s native peoples in the riotous chaos of the collapse of the US government.

    Admittedly, these are dark views, but views that become more clearly outlined when considered in terms of the resentment that inspires and drives them. As implicit acknowledgments of resentment, they also are able to work through their own phobias, which is ultimately healthier than utopian denial. For example, Snow Crash explores our fear of the market and provides a necessary contrast between those who have mastered the market (the former Americans) and the Raft people. The structural instability of the scenario provides what is ultimately, for the reader, hope for change in the possible open-endedness of history. Almanac of the Dead is a sacrificial novel in which resentment is purged in the destruction of the central victim–the white American. As representations of resentment, these works ironically do more to defer violence than to provoke it.

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    Similarly, James Baldwin’s novel, The Fire Next Time, incidentally the source of the title of Rorty’s Achieving (12), offers an example of a “process of decision,” in which “we raise questions about our individual or national identity as part of the process of deciding what we will do next, what we will try to become” (11). In this narrative the prophet Elijah Muhammad represents in the extreme the unwillingness, shared in part by Baldwin, to forgive white America for its sins, whose only explanation can be that the “white people started out as homunculi created by a diabolical scientist” (12), while Baldwin’s ultimate decision is not to forgive but to look forward toward solidarity of the races despite the huge obstacles that must be overcome. Baldwin’s novel offers a choice between a past-oriented and a future-oriented vision of history. The future here is not cast in utopian terms; history conceived as future is history whose course must be forcibly changed. As Baldwin says, “we may be able… to end the racial nightmare, and achieve our country, and change the history of the world” (Achieving 13).

    While Ernst Bloch’s view of utopia is consistently one of hope and ultimately revolution, his understanding of the “artist” self, what Vattimo calls his “reappropriated subject,” is modeled on the clown (End 39) and based in the end on irony. Bloch’s preferred vehicle for the discourse of hope is colportage, which his translators and editors describe as “the genre of popular literature comprising adventure story, picaresque tale and thriller…” (1: 352). Unlike Rorty’s ironist, Bloch’s colporteur tells a tale that overtly reveals the utopian nature of his own desires. This narrative conception of the extremities of desire, realized by playing against other discourses of desire, thematizes utopian desire rather than trying to actualize it. Quite tellingly, Rorty comments on one of his favorite ironists and his relationship to his ideas: “Nabokov’s best novels are the ones which exhibit his inability to believe his own general ideas” (Contingency 168).

    * * * * *

    Utopia Limited, a little-known Gilbert and Sullivan opera first performed at the Savoy in 1893, relies on irony that thematizes its own impossibility. Paramount, King of Utopia, presides over a ritual structure of government in which his word is absolute and his subjects have no need to desire on their own, for he defines their desires. He is the absolute ruler in the center of Utopian society, but like Frazer’s sacrificial kings, he is accountable to two Utopian judges who can have him exploded by the Public Exploder at their whim. Paramount desperately wants his country to emulate the English in every way possible, and he enlists his daughter, who has studied in England, to assist him with her imported advisors, the Flowers of Progress. British clothes and manners are introduced, but the most significant addition is the concept of the limited liability joint stock corporation. When each Utopian declares his worth and becomes a corporation, the King becomes free from the ritual system of order, for the judges do not have the power to explode a corporation. But all is not well in Utopia, for the complete prosperity and peace brought about by Anglicization has put many Utopians out of work. All that remains is to add the missing ingredient: government by party. This sharp satiric narrative does what Rorty’s description of utopia cannot: it puts its own seriousness into question.

    Perhaps Habermas is correct that Rorty’s protean efforts to elaborate a convincing liberal utopia can best be characterized as a romantic nostalgia-resentment for a metaphysics that has disappointed and disillusioned him. But the impact made by his work suggests a more focused explanation.

    Rorty’s utopian vision is so close to garden-variety left-liberalism that one is tempted to ask: “Why all this talk about utopia? The society you are calling for is pretty much the one we have already, one that includes political mechanisms for solving the problems you remain upset about. Why insist on unworkable utopias when your program is essentially that of the dominant wing of the Democratic party?” But Rorty is not speaking to an audience of politicians, or even of political scientists. His base in the academic world is in the Humanities, and professors of the Humanities remain largely on the far Left, hostile to capitalism and American democracy. Rorty’s influence comes from his ability to speak the language of this group. In Achieving Our Country, he makes what despite its philosophical vagueness is ultimately a useful attempt to sell to his audience as utopia the dystopia that is American democracy–the “worst form of government imaginable, except for all the others that have been tried so far”(13). At the end of the twentieth century, dystopia is the only structure of hope.

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    Notes

    1. Quoted from Carlin Romano’s Nation review of Rorty’s Truth and Progress.(back)

    2. As Keith Topper puts it: “Rorty’s invocation of contingency moves between a restatement of the undeniable fact that human beings and human history are something more than the combined effects of culture and nature and a voluntarist notion that the only impediments to human change and transformation are those set by the human will itself” (“Richard Rorty, liberalism and the politics of redescription”).(back)

    3. T.W. Adorno, Negative Dialectics. Trans. E.B. Ashton (London, 1973), p. 408 (amended translation), quoted in Habermas.(back)

    4. Vattimo makes a sharp distinction between the two–we are not at the end of history, but at the end of historicity (End 5).(back)

    5. Cited in Hetherington (viii). M. Foucault, “Of Other spaces,” Diacritics 16(1): 22-7.(back)

    6. J. Law, Organizing Modernity, Oxford, Blackwell. 1994.(back)

    7. See Alexandra Aldridge, The Scientific World View in Dystopia, Ann Arbor, Mich.: UMI Research Press, 1984.(back)

    8. After Judith Shklar’s designation in Ordinary Vices.(back)

    9. “Democracy and the Critique of Pure Fairness” (forthcoming).(back)

    10. Rorty borrows the idea of the gentle liberal from Judith Shklar’s book Ordinary Vices, but basing his “liberal utopia” on the avoidance of this single “vice” severely narrows the implications of Shklar’s discussion of a number of vices and how they should perhaps be ranked in importance. There is a considerable leap from placing cruelty first on the list of vices to avoid because it englobes more than the others to the tacit assumption that it is the vice from which all others stem.(back)

    11. This is not the place for the development of a theory of “narrative fiction as dystopia,” but it seems reasonable to suggest this possibility.(back)

    12. “If we–and now I mean the relatively conscious whites and the relatively conscious blacks, who must, like lovers, insist on, or create, the consciousness of the others–do not falter in our duty now, we may be able, handful that we are, to end the racial nightmare, and achieve our country, and change the history of the world” (quoted in Achieving 12-13).(back)

    13. This famous dictum of Winston Churchill is quoted by Rorty himself in Objectivity, Relativism and Truth, p. 29.(back)

  • “The Mysteries of Mimicry” Sublimity and Morality in The Golden Bowl

    Even depravities and moral failings often bear, for all that, some features of the sublime or beautiful, at least so far as they appear to our sensory feeling without being tested by reason… The amorous inclination (coquetterie)… in an otherwise decorous person is perhaps reprehensible but still beautiful, and usually is set above the respectable, earnest bearing.

    Kant, On the Feeling of the Beautiful And Sublime

    I

    In his last complete novel, The Golden Bowl (1904), Henry James outdoes himself in piling up his insistent lexicon of crisis-saturated and sacrificial terminology. The words “sacrifice,” “scapegoat,” “martyr,” “victim,” and their many variants occur, especially in Volume Two, even more frequently here than in The Bostonians (1886) or The Princess Casamassima (1886): somewhere, that is, between forty-five and fifty times or about once every ten pages over the narrative as a whole.(1) (Similar vocabulary registers with much less frequency in The Tragic Muse [1890] and The Wings of the Dove [1902] although these belong also to the major phase.) Once again, in The Golden Bowl, as in those earlier “sacrificial” novels, James explores the way in which even the smallest and seemingly most sophisticated human sodality tends to establish and maintain itself through the expulsion – the sacrifice – of a guiltless hence quite arbitrary victim; and in the present instance, in what by consensus critics take as his magnum opus, he pares down the sodality to a genuine, to a clinical, minimum – to the Verver household with its complicated family romance and the extrafamilial married pair Fanny and Bob Assingham. While other late novels likewise confine themselves to a small number of character-agents, one feels that the Ververs et al present an especially isolated case. So susceptible is the billionaire milieu to the lapse into scapegoating that, its refined modernity aside, it begins to resemble a primitive setting in which everything is driven by the charisma of the alpha male, ensconced in a precarious centrality, on which all mimetically converge. James shows, then, how mediated desire (the longing, it matters not for what, copied from another) drives the crisis of marriage-in-dissolution, turning models into rivals and forcing bootless confrontations that can only humiliate the initiator. But James likewise demonstrates, through the moral discretion of his central character, “how to re-establish a violated order” (477) without submitting a scapegoat (even a genuinely guilty one) to public and spectacular “humiliation” (552). The response to adultery, in this studious scenario, is not the “brutal domination of others” (The Cambridge Companion to Henry James 223), as Margery Sabin has recently concluded, nor the “rise to a connubial authoritarianism” (Henry James and the Jacobites 332), as Maxwell Geismar put it thirty years ago; but rather the careful, if determined, resettlement of two disrupted marriages.

    In its peculiar way, The Golden Bowl thus differs rather starkly from (even while resembling) The Bostonians, with its direct and psychologically violent rivalry between Olive Chancellor and Basil Ransom over Verena Tarrant, and The Princess Casamassima, with its culmination in Hyacinth Robinson’s suicide by pistol-shot; for despite the plenitude of violent metaphor which it shares with those two earlier novels, The Golden Bowl exhibits indeed only one moment of overt, and arguably “sacrificial,” violence. That is when Fanny Assingham, who has abetted the adulterous transgression (and not altogether unwittingly), learns that the Princess, formerly Miss Maggie Verver, at last knows that her husband and Charlotte Stant (a childhood friend now, by odd happenstance, Maggie’s step-mother) have in secret consummated a romantic involvement, which they recklessly and destructively sustain. The deceitful partners even reason to themselves that they are “a perfectly passive pair” whom others have forced, as “victims” and “against their will into a relation of mutual close contact that they had done everything to avoid” (244).(2)

    The symbolically charged Golden Bowl of the novel’s title – an ungainly objet-d’art which probably possesses its prototype in a certain cracked urn in Hawthorne’s The Marble Faun – has, by its baroque agency, brought forth this revelation. Some time before, when they made their first illicit foray together on the very eve of Maggie’s marriage to her groom, Charlotte and the Prince had entered a Bloomsbury shop; Charlotte had found fascination in the golden bowl, but, as the Prince declared it flawed, left without buying it. Much later – the time is four years after the wedding – Charlotte casually alludes to the antiquarian interest of Bloomsbury and thereby plants a “seed” in Maggie’s “romantic” (432) imagination: For, as James divulges, the Princess always attended closely to her step-mother’s speech and “always so long retained… any observation of Charlotte’s, however lightly thrown off” (432). (In prior times, James adds in order to mark the fact, “Maggie had no use for” what the Prince calls “the antiquarii” [109]; it is Charlotte’s interest that stimulates Maggie’s own.) Wandering through London one afternoon, Maggie thus not entirely by coincidence finds herself in the same odd shop as the adulterous pair and, like Charlotte, quickly settles her delight on the alluring titular object; only our dear naive Maggie, fooled by appearances and lacking a better judge to advise her, shies not from its ostentation but buys the thing on impulse. She guesses not at all, as the Prince cannily discerned and as Charlotte learned from him, that the bowl, while superficially integral, contains a concealed fracture. Its beauty extends but a gilded layer deep.

    The shopkeeper, however, in a fit of commercial remorse, pays Maggie a visit to confess having cheated her. In the parlor, he notices photographs of Charlotte and the Prince and remembers aloud having seen them on his premises on that past occasion (461). A long-simmering suspicion on Maggie’s part – an “outbreak of the definite” (441), James calls it – now boils over as, undeceived, she understands the worst, including importantly her own prior refusal to see the obvious. These details will bear revisitation. The immediate point to be made here is Fanny’s reaction, when Maggie has at last painted the full picture for her, to the revelation of marital perfidy. Fanny, says James:

    who had been casting about her and whose inspiration decidedly had come, raised the cup in her two hands, raised it positively above her head and from under it solemnly smiled at the Princess as a signal of intention. So for an instant, full of her thought and of her act, she held the precious vessel, and then with due note taken of the polished floor, bare fine and hard in the embrasure of her window, dashed it boldly to the ground, where she had the thrill of seeing it lie shattered with the violence of the crash. She had flushed with the force of her effort as Maggie had flushed with wonder at the sight, and this high reflexion in their faces was all that passed between them for a minute more. “Whatever you meant by it – and I don’t want to know now – has ceased to exist,” Mrs. Assingham said. (447-448).

    Fanny’s rashness, all at once decisive, oblique, and futile, seeks to effect what one might best refer to as a magical goal, or rather several magical goals intertwined; the phrase “casting about” is exceptionally telling, as it connotes a desperate concession to any contingent ploy that might show itself in the diminishing instant.

    In the first place, Fanny attempts, through so melodramatically smashing the object-catalyst of Maggie’s new consciousness, to efface the knowledge around which that consciousness has so implacably crystallized; it is as if Fanny would suppress the revelation of perfidy by superimposing an arbitrary violence which absorbs the specific and damning knowledge into its own scenic abruptness: the act, so Fanny must intend, will permanently divert Maggie’s attention from the troubling discovery. In its audacious transgression of every bourgeois canon, the act certainly invokes a type of sublime in the Burkean sense of an abrupt enormity producing “astonishment” so that “the mind is so entirely filled with its object, that it cannot entertain any other, nor by consequence reason on that object which employs it” (A Philosophical Inquiry 53). One thinks back to the “wonder” (Mull) that Maggie appears to invest in the Prince in the novel’s first half, and of the awe that the Prince experiences in his contemplations of Adam. In any case, the precipitation of the bowl conveys a “thrill” to the perpetrator, and makes both women momentarily mute. Earlier, in Book Fourth, Maggie had thought of her father’s blithe trust in the rightness of things specifically as a “sublimity” (353). Two types of sublimity thus confront one another: That of transgression and that of the remote noninvolvement of something that excludes one from it – from imitating it or appropriating it. Adam blandly trusts; while Fanny’s precipitating the bowl constitutes an essay in diverting discovery back into ignorance when trust has slipped beyond possibility. Thus, in describing Fanny as “full of her thought and her act,” James reveals not lucidity but a state of panicked self-accusation which can utter itself only through a displaced annihilation.

    In the second place and quite paradoxically, then, Fanny would express and expunge, by her tactical iconoclasm, the weighty moral case mounting up against her for her own role in the affair, for she (Fanny) has undeniably aided the adulterers by protecting them, and has several times lied to Maggie in order to dissimulate nagging suspicions and more-than-suspicions of her own; in this sense, the act is merely petulant and self-serving, as though guilt and complicity could be expiated by destroying the fetish that represents them. In doing so, Fanny fulfills her expostulation to her husband, in Book Third, that no matter what the suspect couple might have done: “I shall never know. Never, never – because I don’t want to and nothing will induce me” (305). Fanny at once knows and wills herself not to know, just as the Prince and Charlotte must when they argue to themselves that others have made them do it. In myths and fairytales, as Walter Burkert points out in The Creation of the Sacred (1998), this type of “magical flight” from danger, either real or perceived, is common. The “swift adversary,” corresponding here to Maggie’s implacable insistence on the unpleasant facts, can only be stopped by means of a magical object or gesture: “Throw a comb and it will grow into a forest or a mountain range” (44); throw a piece of flint and it “grows into a cliff” (45). Fanny behaves as though she existed in a fairytale world and could avert unpleasantness by magic; Maggie has left the fairytale world and Fanny’s magic does not affect her.

    A third goal implied by the smashing of the bowl consists of Fanny’s wanting to seem, in Maggie’s eyes, to underscore a reasoned argument with an instrumental gesture of phatic import. Indeed, in a prior moment, as Maggie brought forth, bit by bit, what she had learned, Fanny had “inwardly blushed” (435) at her own prior reticence about the affair, the “abysses of confidence” (55) in which she has consigned herself first by match-making the marriage and then by reintroducing the otherwise forlorn Charlotte to the Verver milieu. Shortly afterward, the Prince will see himself trapped in the “labyrinth” (454) of his own mendacity. Both terms imply victimary status – radical isolation and entrapment under threat – but neither Fanny nor the Prince is a victim. Maggie is the victim. Fanny fails to redeem her “cowardice” (435), however, by coming clean about the facts; she indeed extends and compounds cravenness by making speciously exculpatory asseverations on the Prince’s behalf; when Maggie asserts that Charlotte and the Prince have known each other intimately “more than I ever dreamed” (435), Fanny lamely interposes the quibbling question “of what one considers intimate” (435-36). She insists that she still believes (442) in the Prince and urges loudly to her interlocutor that “your husband has never, never, never – !” (447), when she knows quite well that he indeed has done precisely and calculatedly what she cannot bring herself to utter. Fanny’s stuttering denial inevitably breaks off, indicating by its very incompletion that the truth is still damningly there. Maggie, increasingly convinced of the Prince’s perfidiousness, deflects Fanny’s “easy glosses” (447), whereupon Fanny, yielding to her desperate and specious “inspiration,” seizes that offending piece of “evidence” (448) the bowl and consigns it to would-be oblivion. James takes us swiftly from the broken utterance to the breaking of the gold-plated curiosity that has so wondrously arranged all the hidden facts in revealing clarity all about it.

    One can further fill out the character of Fanny’s strategy by saying that she is trying to induce Maggie to share, to imitate, her own pretence of blithe ignorance and trust. (And it is, by this point, a pretence merely.) For a bare instant, James suggests, that hopeless result might actually be achieved, for Fanny “had flushed with the force of her effort as Maggie had flushed with wonder at the sight, and this high reflexion in their faces was all that passed between them for a minute more.” In the unspecifiable because absolutely compact emotion generated by “the violence of the crash” and reflected in their mutual coloration, the two women momentarily become one, their union expressed paradoxically by their dilatory silence. Fanny, if but crudely, has called forth a type of sublimity in which the forensic clarity of the case, the true disposition of moral differences and the full assignment of causes and effects, transiently returns to its pre-articulate compactness – that mere and aphonic suspicion of offense. But the Prince, breaking in on the silent awe, dispels the speechless unanimity and by his appearance – in every sense of the term – verifies to both women his now indisputable implication in the betrayal.(3) In James’s Hawthornesque metaphor, Maggie sees “the red mark of conviction flaming there in his beauty” (450) and finds in it the corroboration of her surmise. “Murder will out” (418), as Colonel Assingham, Fanny’s husband, had recently predicted. But Fanny’s hope that Maggie can be manipulated into denying what the facts – circumstantial though they might be – tell her does not stem from nothing. For as long as Fanny has known Maggie, the latter has exhibited a willingness to be impressed by others, a susceptibility to influence exemplified by her having peregrinated into the antiquarian’s shop in Bloomsbury in response to a casual word dropped by Charlotte. Until the sacrificial moment of the shattered bowl, Maggie has in fact hardly ever been herself; she has been, on the contrary, the blank creature of others, taking her cues from them and molding herself to please them. Fanny’s precipitation of the gilded cup produces, in this way, a real if unforeseen consequence: An authentic and autonomous Maggie who coalesces in the very instant when the cup breaks into three great slivers on the hard floor. The Prince himself suddenly perceives that Maggie has become “deep” (463) and Maggie agrees that, for the first time in her dutiful and naive life, she possesses “real knowledge” (463). Without design, then, Fanny’s deed has “redoubled… beyond its intention” (450), giving rise to what she designed it to prevent, namely the grim matriculation of Maggie’s long stunted acuity.

    It will be productive to borrow an insight from Eric Gans, who has noted on many an occasion that resentment, entailing a consciousness of one’s emissary status, can actually be constitutive of the self; expulsion entails the sudden perception of ontological equivalence between one individual and another and the simultaneous perception that, existentially, such equivalence has suffered a disruption. In The End of Culture, discussing the breakdown of pre-modern society, Gans notes that “resentment may be defined as the scandal of the peripheral self at the centrality of the other which transforms the equality of the original scene of representation into an absolute polarity of difference” (174). Maggie’s expulsion from her own marriage – or rather her discovery of that expulsion – certainly seems to produce such an effect, although it should quickly be added that her resentment is transient and itself quickly undergoes a transformation. In any case, a certain“Imperium” (43), on which the Prince meditated in The Golden Bowl’s opening paragraph, has suddenly and decisively passed from the Prince to his Princess, from the cynical manipulator to the moral adjudicator, and the former possessor shall not regain it. (“Imperium” perfectly fits the “absolute polarity of difference” to which Gans alludes in the passage just quoted.) The key terms by which Amerigo formerly thought of Maggie – “pursuit” and “capture,” he the pursuer and she the captive (44) – now by reversal apply to him. The true sublime of moral conviction informed by direct and certain knowledge here replaces the false sublime of ignorance, in which thinking comes to a stop in the diverting contemplation of some impressive but vague object.

    II

    The filiations of mimesis in The Golden Bowl twist about one another in complicated strands and they occasionally tighten into fantastic knots; the convergence of multiple parties on singular objects, the contention of plural persons for unique status, the constant fishing by one character after the thoughts, dispositions, and preferences of another to satisfy a want of authentic motive: these repeatedly provoke crises, major and minor, which in their complexity constitute what James labels both “the mysteries of mimicry” (160) and “the mysteries of pride” (528). When James first reveals the Prince, for example, at the beginning of Book First, he puts him strolling in Bond Street in a “restless” (43) state, pausing now and then to gaze at the goods, “the loot of far-off victories” (43) as he imagines, that the shopkeepers have set on display in their windows. The Prince’s impending marriage appears to him as a “crisis” (54) in the sense that it forecloses the erotic “possibilities in faces” (43) that he sees about him as he meanders and observes. (One should not underestimate the predatory character of the Prince.) The shop-windows, past which Amerigo peers, signify those external barriers to impulse and appropriation – marriage being the case in point – which libido can only regard under the enemious figure of “the iron shutter of a shop… rattl[ing] down at the turn of some crank” (52-53). Such an aversion to exchange, to the market, will establish itself as a recurring theme in the novel; moral judgments will turn on whether one can assimilate oneself to the old principle of do ut des. The Prince both wants his marriage (not least for its cash value) and yet fears it as a “monster” (58) which must, under its Imperium (rather than his), foreclose all other possibilities. In this state of indecision (this balking before the demand to forsake all others), he requires guidance, a word from some source that will indicate what he should do. Despite his imposing effect on others, he lacks a satisfying fund of inner conviction. Such is the fragility of charisma. He makes his way, therefore, to the one who has already managed so much for him.

    The Prince’s interview with Fanny Assingham, in her home in Cadogan Place, (Book First) suggests Amerigo’s not so subtle mimetic dependence on this lady-mentor. Fanny stands as mastermind behind the nuptial arrangements: “You had the conception,” the Prince says to her, “you had it first [and] you had it the most” (60). Again, the Prince says that “I can do pretty well anything I see” and then quickly adds that he has nevertheless “got to see it first” (61); the unstated corollary of this admission is that the Prince experiences difficulty in originating his own desires, or at least in specifying them. Seeing through Fanny’s eyes – James ascribes the metaphor to his character – will teach the Prince not only what he should like but what he “mayn’t like” (62); and such knowledge will help him settle into what Maggie had earlier referred to as his “particular self” (47). It is the case, however, that the Prince has not yet sufficiently made out what others, particularly his father-in-law-to-be, expect of him; he has discerned only a “large bland blank assumption of merits” (56). The Prince, says James, “wouldn’t know himself” (56) until he had somehow resolved that “blank assumption” into its particulars. (When he does so, it will be cynically parti pris; it will entail taking but no giving and will therefore violate do ut des.) Charlotte for her part, as Fanny says to her husband, “wants to be magnificent” (98), the model of magnificence for this girl in “want of means” (77) being the Verver household, particularly her friend Maggie. Fanny herself, as her machinations attest, lives a good deal through others, finds her being elsewhere than in herself. She once divulges that she is wholly “mixed up” (100) with others, a phrase which commingles semantically with the idea of adultery as a form of adulteration.

    James more than hints, by opening the novel amidst the shop-windows of a London street, that The Golden Bowl will treat the world-at-large, the modern world of the consumer and the producer, as founded in a separation, or at least a perceived separation, between the wanting state and a being displaced into an elsewhere of yearning and humiliation. The great question concerns how one might come to terms with such an inherent frustration; how, so to speak, one might negotiate the market of esteem without violating its well-founded rules. How wrong Geismar is when he asserts that James’s novel has “nothing to do with the modern world” or “with any conceivable world of social reality” (323). That world, non-hierarchical and predicated on negotiation by autonomous parties, lies everywhere at hand and forces the representatives of the vestigial medieval world, especially the Prince, to accept its terms. One must give, therefore, if one would later get. Symmetrical exchange is the profoundest of laws. James will make the case emphatically that it is the refusal of the market – and of the principle of reciprocity which informs the workings of the market – that stokes frustration and leads to a corrosively antinomian “pride” (541). The “currents of the market” (143) operate according to mimesis, and thus establish the pervasive mimetic background for the novel’s action.

    Yet the primary, perhaps one should call it the originary, mimetic case in The Golden Bowl is oddly a negative one, the absence of the mother who might otherwise have provided for Maggie a useful model of feminine autonomy. In the case of the deceased mother, the problems of mimesis and of displaced and inaccessible being come together. One might recall that a similar lack in an earlier James novel, Washington Square (1881), leads protagonist Catherine Sloper to the disaster of embittered spinsterhood; but Adam Verver, Maggie’s father, corresponds – fortunately – to a somewhat different species than the grim and reserved Austin Sloper, despite the fact that both qualify as self-conscious aesthetes. Sloper stood close to his deceased wife but remains distant from his daughter; Adam Verver stood distant from his deceased wife but remains close, rather too close, perhaps, to Maggie. Sloper withholds his largesse, or at least threatens to do so; Adam spreads his freely around. In enjoying Adam’s magnanimity, however, all the partakers in it enjoy indirectly what one might call a troubling relation to the deceased first wife and mother. This relation deserves to be examined in some detail, for it concerns the origin of the sublimity which endows Adam with his powerful and attractive charisma; the relation is nevertheless not sinister, but merely fortuitous – and yet it remains generative of an array of important effects.

    One might begin by underscoring the fact that the death of the wife, like the smashing of the bowl, generates unforeseen and ironically positive results. As Milly Theale says to Susan Stringham in The Wings of the Dove, speculating on the certainty of her own death: “You’ll never really know where I am. Except indeed when I’m gone; and then you’ll only know where I’m not” (183). In The Golden Bowl, once one becomes aware of her having existed, one remains aware of just how conspicuously the first Mrs. Verver is absent. Not stemming from old money, Adam must have produced his fortune during the period of his first marriage, so that elementary fairness of judgment would necessarily attribute to her a measure of shared credit in the making of it. “Behind every great man…” as the cliché puts it (and not without cause). Adam indeed not only owes some part of his fortune to the original Mrs. Verver; he owes his defining sense of himself as a genuine initiate of the arts to her death – a grim and perhaps unrepayable debt. If Adam now ranks as “equal somehow with the great seers, invokers and encouragers of beauty,” it remains the case that “he had been nothing of the kind before” (140). In Book Second, meditating alone in the billiard room of Fawns, his retreat in the English countryside, Adam Verver arrives at a sudden understanding of the causation by which he has become, in his own estimation, nearly “infallible” in aesthetic judgment and a man than whom none other “in Europe or America, he privately believed, was for such estimate less capable of vulgar mistakes” (139).

    A self-made billionaire (57) from the Midwest, Adam has given himself over, in early retirement, to the obsessive acquisition of painting, sculpture, luxurious ornament, and architectural fragment. He thinks to himself that:

    apart from the natural affections he had acquainted himself with no greater joy of the intimately personal type than the joy of his originally coming to feel, and all so unexpectedly, that he had in him the spirit of a connoisseur. He had, like many other persons, in the course of his reading, been struck with Keats’s sonnet about stout Cortez in the presence of the Pacific; but it was probable that few persons had so devoutly fitted the poet’s grand image to a fact of experience. It consorted so with Mr Verver’s consciousness of the way in which at a given moment he had stared at his Pacific that a couple of perusals of the immortal lines had sufficed to stamp them in his memory. His ‘peak in Darien’ was the sudden hour that had transformed his life, the hour of his perceiving with a mute inward gasp akin to the low moan of apprehensive passion that a world was left him to conquer and that he might conquer it if he tried. (139)

    James adds that “the light, in his mind, had so broken” only “during his first visit to Europe after the death of his wife” (140 [emphasis added]). Adam attributes his prior obtuseness to the undue influence of the deceased helpmate, whose “flutter had been mainly that of ribbons, frills and fine fabrics” (140). In the days of her presence, Adam “had ‘bought’” (140), but only on his wife’s pattern, through her eyes, so to speak, and according to her taste: “He sometimes even wondered what would have become of his intelligence, in the sphere in which it was to learn more and more exclusively to play, if his wife’s influence on it hadn’t been, in the strange scheme of things, so promptly removed” (141). In his bereavement, he became “violently aware” of “the dormant intelligence” within him that only awaited its proper occasion to stir from slumber and mark him with its power. So the disappearance of the encumbering companion – the disruption of the marriage by death – while accidental or providential (the latter, as it seems, from Adam’s perspective) nevertheless yields a boon and conforms therefore to the same sacrificial pattern observable in Fanny’s performance with the bowl. Both entail violence; both induce what a certain subject – Adam in one case and Maggie in the other – understands as a positive metamorphosis from dormancy to awareness. Adam refers to the “intelligence,” “Genius,” and “Taste” as opposed to vulgarity (140) that his awakening has granted him, and Maggie repeatedly to “knowledge” (422) and judgment (440, 450) as opposed to ignorance (446) and belief (442). Yet while the oppositions are formally congruent, the categories differ significantly and contribute to the intellectual counterpoint of the narrative: Adam’s pertains almost exclusively to beauty considered in an extra-moral sense (even to the extra-moral considered, as in Kant’s phrase from my epigraph, as beautiful) and Maggie’s to justice considered in such a way as to subordinate merely aesthetic considerations; but this is not to say that Maggie’s sense of justice pays no tribute to aesthetic notions such as proportion or seemliness – for it does indeed account for these. Maggie’s view of things does not predominate, however, until the denouement; Mull has written of the “near-Platonism” (144) of Adam’s thinking, and for most of the novel Adam, through pure effulgence, ordains the aesthetic criteria governing how, in his world, things shall be.

    He does so by appearing to embody, in various forms, the being that others fear to lack in themselves and so seek to acquire mimetically by the closest possible association with their model. (When James transcribes Adam’s self-assessment, Maggie’s father is, in fact, hiding out from a crowd of women who have settled in as indefinite guests at Fawns.) Adam’s charisma stems in part from his wealth, but in larger part from his having succeeded in making the impression, however insubstantial, of “a real galantuomo” (45 [emphasis in original]), as the Prince names him – an embodiment of reality.

    Surrounding himself with an ever accumulating mass of beautiful artifacts, Adam achieves the effect, on others, of an “essential pulse of flame, brought to the highest point, yet extraordinarily contained” and impresses those around him with an “acquisitive power” that implies “the necessary triumph of all operations” (131). Flame can warm or illuminate or it can burn; the metaphor is the quintessence of the mythopoetic-sacrificial genus. And if “everyone had need of one’s power,” Adam nevertheless “dread[s] the imputation of greed” (133), of not wanting, that is, to share that “power.” These statements imply that Adam, too, by a peculiar splitting of consciousness, is subject to his own quasi-sacred status. Like every priest or quasi-sacred creature, he has an appearance to keep up. True, his inveterate culling of the art-market carries with it the mark of generosity, for most of the stuff will eventually find its way into the Museum that this great patron intends to endow back in “American City” (49); but it also hints at a certain desperation, a haunted sense that the glamour might vanish should he cease the forward motion of his accumulative career. Adam resembles nothing so much as a Melanesian big-man, who, in his pre-civilized setting, as Eric Gans remarks in The End of Culture (1985), “attains communal significance by monopolizing the exchange-system function of distribution – by converting it, at least at periodic intervals, into a personal redistribution” (154). The big-man’s “cultural centrality is founded on economic centrality” (154) but can by no means be reduced to mere economics. Wealth, as such, interests the big-man far less than the prestige that he gains by giving his wealth away, so much so, as Gans reminds us, that he provides the likely prototype of kings in the pharaonic style: “What specifically distinguishes the big-man is [not his wealth but] something else: his individual and non-prescribed role in the creation of… surplus. Because the big-man’s difference [from everyone else] does not circulate among the other members of the community… a permanent disequilibrium emerges between his function as producer/(re)distributor and the role of consumer to which the beneficiaries of his generosity are relegated” (Science & Faith 35).

    At the time of his great self-revelation, James writes, Adam “was a plain American citizen staying at an hotel where sometimes there were twenty others like him: but no pope, no prince of them all had read a richer meaning, he believed, into the character of the Patron of Art” (146). A certain self-inflation, our novelist adds, might well have gone “to our friend’s head” where “what could it do but steadily grow and grow?” (146). Others see Adam as a protean “personage” who might be “a Pope, a King, a President, a Peer, a General, or just a beautiful Author” (185). James only unambiguously, in Book Fifth, reveals how Adam, deep down, perceives himself; but in Books First through Third, the several iterations of the metaphor of burning one’s ships (192, 195) suggest a personality determined to cut itself off, somehow, from its own past – perhaps even from the foundationally deceased first wife. On one occasion Adam thinks back on “the sacrifice of burning his ships” (173 [emphasis added]). The textual nearness of Adam’s thought about his departed uxor and his mental invocation of the conquistador’s radical gesture make the last plausible. Early in Book Second, Adam even wonders, thinking back on it, whether his first marriage “deserved the name” (144), a thought which tends to confirm his sense of his own Emersonian self-creation.

    Maggie will later think of her father as “the ‘successful’ beneficent person, the beautiful bountiful original dauntlessly wilful great citizen, the consummate collector and high authority” whose “quietness,” “originality,” “modesty,” “exquisite public perversity,” and “inscrutable incalculable energy” (513) mark him off as the ultimate source and model for those around him, a genius of conjoined opposites, and the origin (she thinks it twice) of everything around him. Of course, Adam’s current plenitude of passive being disguises the fact that before he could be in this quasi-sacred way he had first to do, to create the fortune that now endows him with benign majesty. One of the problems which Maggie faces, and which she will finally overcome, is that being resists imitation, which is the primary form of doing. As Gans puts it, “to be present in the center of the scene is to be uniquely significant precisely because it is to be absent from any project of action” (Signs of Paradox 92). All of Adam’s numinous endowments make him an overwhelming factor in the minds of those who surround him; they also render him useless as the instigator of positive mimesis. The absent mother plays a role in this: For if she were present, she would pose a counterbalance to Adam, humanize him, reveal his resemblance to ordinary mortals like Colonel Assingham, and implicate him more effectively in the immediate social world; she might even rebuke him for his runaway self-inflation.

    All that glitters, then, is not gold, and while Adam possesses enough wealth to make a pharaoh envious, what people see in him is his “form” (44) and his “way” (46), terms the very vagueness of which suggests the auric, the numinous, the mysterious, the inaccessible. To marry into the Verver family means, for the Prince, not only his arrival in “the golden isles” (60), that mythic never-never land of appetitive superabundance, but the near-miraculous redemption of his fallen family’s historical cumulus of monetary debt; Amerigo indeed understands Adam’s free and serial reclamation of these “long-estranged… properties… encumbered with unending leases and charges” as a series of “sacrifices” (156) made by Adam to him. As the young man knows that his father-in-law regards him as possessing some “hereditary privilege,” some “secret” stemming from his ancestry (184), and as he also understands that Adam values the addition of this quality to the Verver household, he feels himself attached through a “principle of reciprocity” (44) to the “spell” (57), the “thickness of white air,” and the “dazzling curtain of light” (56) which emanate from his in-law benefactor, quite as though he were a god or an angel in permanent epiphany.

    This phenomenon depends, moreover, on “no mere measurable medium” (267). The object of desire loses its objectality and volatilizes into the nebulous idea of redemptory plenitude, within whose transforming glow all deficiencies of the subject will be made good. Immeasurableness is, moreover, a feature of the sublime as it is described both by Kant and Burke. When we contemplate vastness, Burke says, “we shrink into the minuteness of our own nature, and are, in a manner, annihilated” (63); “the sublime,” Kant tells us, “is sometimes accompanied with a certain dread” (47). The Prince’s attribution to him of magic immensity invokes for Adam the hypsotic [sic: ?= sublime] category.

    Others, besides the Prince, heed the magic as well. In Book Third, during the soirée at Matcham, Adam exudes among his guests a “pervasion” of “quantity” (267):

    Every voice in the great bright house was a call to the ingenuities and impunities of pleasure; every echo was a defiance of difficulty, doubt or danger; every aspect of the picture, a glowing plea for the immediate, and as with plenty more to come, was another phase of the spell. For a world so constituted was governed by a spell, that of the smile of the gods and the favor of their powers; the only handsome, the only gallant, in fact the only intelligent acceptance of which was a faith in its guarantees and a high spirit for its chances. (273)

    The Prince thinks that conditions around Adam resemble “the state of our primitive parents before the Fall” (275), a thought that echoes Maggie’s remark from Book First that “the happiest reigns… are the reigns without any history” (47), yet another reference to the Arcadian atmosphere generated by Adam’s inestimable means. No one, confronting Adam, it seems, can avoid the immediate conviction that being lies elsewhere – in Adamo – and that insofar as one possesses it oneself one does so by way of an influx, an “influenza” (218), from that august individual. Maggie enjoys such influence by virtue of her filial tie; the Prince enjoys it by virtue of his espousal to Maggie. Charlotte, who knew Maggie when both were children, and who knew the Prince only a short time before, in Italy, feels left out. Early on in the narrative, James records “her recall of her birth in Florence and Florentine childhood” (78); he alludes to the “shabby” quality of her natal milieu and to the “poor convent” (78) where she took instruction. The implied poor/rich or shabby/genteel contrast verges on the overdetermined. When the Prince, implying that she is Italian in appearance, speculates on the possibility of “some strictly civil ancestor” (78), Charlotte can only admit that she knows of none. She will continue to feel left out, different by origin, perhaps quite unoriginal, even after she marries Adam. It miffs her when Maggie telegraphs congratulations not to both of them but only to her father (205). But that is to skip ahead.

    Hearing of the imminent nuptials, Charlotte appears (quite uninvited) at the Assinghams, whereupon Fanny mediates the reacquaintance of the young woman and the Prince. Charlotte definitely qualifies as the outsider in the Verver milieu; she declares herself not “absolutely a pauper” but still “too poor for some things” (105), and yet she does, like Adam and indeed like Amerigo, lay claim to a certain charm of her own. While “nothing in her definitely placed her,” she nevertheless strikes the Prince as “a rare, a special product,” marked off from other women by “her singleness, her solitude, her want of means,” and exhibiting in her very deficiency “an odd precious neutrality” (77 [emphasis added]).

    Yet, for the Prince, Charlotte’s “mystery” (78) now suddenly partakes retroactively in the Verver enchantment: he believes that Charlotte once represented for Maggie “the liveliest emotion she had known before the dawn of the sentiment inspired by himself” (77). Where there is no directly observable relationship to endow someone with Verver magic, then one must, in the logic of imitation, imagine such a relationship. The Prince and Charlotte, as noted, knew each other previously, but James’s prose leaves readers to suppose that, at the time, the Prince had yet to meet the Ververs (something which Fanny would stage-manage) and that Charlotte herself made no mention of them. So she formed, for him, merely another affair; and he, too, for her. If, as Fanny puts it, the Prince “had to have money,” so, it seems, did Charlotte, for they mutually “gave each other up” (89) in the lack of it. In renewing his former interest, then, the Prince has in effect taken a cue from his wife-to-be. Part of the Verver magic has passed from Adam via Maggie to Charlotte. She is now more alluring than she might have been before; but her “want of means” additionally enables the Prince to stand to her as Adam stands to him: it enables him to imitate Adam, to exercise a similar apparently magnanimous being in respect to Charlotte.

    Charlotte seeks “existence” (80), as she tells the Prince during their first conversation in Cadogan Place, repeating the word three times. She means marriage, of course, but neither merely nor exclusively. Later, as a guest at Fawns, invited by Adam himself, she proves to have “existence” of a sort already, and to exert an “influence” (176) on others all her own. As earlier noted, Adam finds himself genially besieged at Fawns by a swarm of female suitors, the bachelor-ladies Lutch (two of them, evidently) and the widow Rance, from whom he persistently and comically escapes. In short order, Charlotte, in Fanny’s words, has “cleared them out” (175). Says Fanny: “One saw the consciousness I speak of come over the poor things, very much I suppose as people at the court of the Borgias may have watched each other begin to look queer after having had the honour of taking wine with the heads of the family” (177). Charlotte indisputably boasts “the real thing” (178) and the others, fatalistically acknowledging the quality, leave the field; Charlotte adds up singularly to “exactly what those women themselves want to be” and “her effect on them is to make them recognise that they never will” (178). Having banished her rivals, she turns her attention to the object of her desire, Adam himself. For his part, Adam gravitates to the girl, and for a reason which fits the already several times reiterated pattern of the novel: Charlotte represents for him a “secret,” like that which he perceives in his son-in-law; and he even discovers himself wondering, at one point, if that secret “had come to Charlotte, who had unmistakably acquired it, through [Amerigo’s] having passed it on” (184). He thinks that Amerigo might have “coached” or “incited” Charlotte in some way, so that she might imitate the Prince’s “personal system” (184). In gold-digging coquetry, of course, the Prince has, in effect, so “coached” her, but Adam remains for the present in ignorance of that fact.

    Charlotte has not only been spiralling closer to Adam, repelling rivals as she nears him; she has been imitating his “way,” or attempting it, since the moment she became reacquainted with the Prince under Fanny’s arrangement. When she and Amerigo enter the Bloomsbury shop in Book First, her errand putatively entails making the purchase of a wedding-gift for Maggie (82), or, perhaps, of what she calls a “ricordo” (116) for the Prince which honor, however, he (more or less out of petulance) refuses. She wants to buy something beautiful to bestow on the daughter (Maggie) of the “personage” known for his extravagant and tasteful buying of endless beautiful things, or upon her former lover, now made more interesting than previously by his imminent espousal of the radiant Ververs; she too by such a gesture would gain the appearance of being a centrally positioned redistributor of largesse.(4) (Maggie, by contrast, until she imitates Charlotte in making the round of the Bloomsbury antiquarian shops, remains a recipient rather than a giver of goods.) After Charlotte finds herself alone with Adam, and when he begins to test her for a wife, she accompanies him from Fawns to Brighton to complete the acquisition of a set of rare tiles of Syrian origin. The dealer, a certain conspicuously Jewish Gutermann-Seuss, welcomes the couple to his house. “Our visitors,” writes James, “found themselves introduced, by the operation of close contiguity, to a group of ladies and gentleman older and younger, and of children larger and smaller, who mostly affected them as scarce less anointed for hospitality and who produced at first the impression of a birthday party, or some anniversary gregariously and religiously kept, though they subsequently fell into their places as members of one quiet domestic circle, preponderantly and directly indebted for their being in fact to Mr Gutermann-Seuss” (190). (Some anticipatory irony might well be assigned to the supernumerary character of the Guterman-Seusses, to their fecundity, for Adam by his first wife had but one child, and his child produces likewise but one offspring, while he, with Charlotte, through no want of trying, produces none.)

    The exchange – Adam’s cheque for Gutermann-Seuss’s “infinitely ancient… amethystine” (191) tiles – occurs, then, in the context of an intact community, a veritable Old Testament “tribe” (192); it is also paradigmatically an affirmation of the market. Gutermann-Seuss at one point tells Adam that he has long known of and has long wanted to meet “the great American collector” (190). As the praise builds up Adam before himself, so it also builds him up before Charlotte, who can bask, as it were, in the radiation. Guterman-Seuss’s attention to Adam proves, for Charlotte, that her companion incarnates “the aesthetic principle” (179). Adam notices, all throughout the transaction, how Charlotte appreciates the “mystic rite” (192) of the purchase; and he begins to think of her in terms of the “sacrifice” (193) of “burning his ships” (191), a metaphor drawn from those exploits of Cortez alluded to in Keats’s sonnet and one which signifies a renewal of romance. There is something odd and perhaps even morbid in this, however, for Charlotte excites in Adam at this moment the reawakening of the sense of a new existence that had followed the death of his first wife, Maggie’s mother. Adam himself betrays no awareness of the irony. He shortly proposes to Charlotte, who speaks of her desire “to have an existence” (194), and, after a coquettish deferral of a few days, accepts.(5) The deferral concerns her communication with the Prince – not with the Prince and Maggie, as she leads Adam to believe – in which she discerns that she shall not only have her “existence” but that she shall have her Prince too. “A la guerre comme à la guerre then” (244), the Prince has written. The announcement of impending marital union thus occurs almost simultaneously with the announcement of war. With the image of the Guterman-Seusses, the large and stable household, still hovering, the intention to sunder such an image constitutes a treacherous tie between the two conspirators. As the Guterman-Seusses represent the market, with its implicit rule of equivalent exchange, the declaration of bellicosity also signifies an intention to violate that rule. James opposes war to the market.(6)

    III

    In Book First, Well before Adam’s espousal of Charlotte, Fanny and the Colonel between them sum up the gathering crisis in the figure of plural “cases”: “There’s Maggie’s and the Prince’s, and there’s the Prince’s and Charlotte’s… there’s Charlotte’s and the Prince’s… there’s Maggie’s and Charlotte’s… and there’s also Maggie’s and mine. I think too that there’s Charlotte’s and mine” (94). Fanny, who does most of the adducing, represents the Verver milieu as one of shifting pairs. In fact, each one of her pairs is a trio, with Fanny herself forming the third party in all, not merely in two, of them; for Fanny arranged the engagement of Maggie and the Prince, and has already begun to encourage the re-pairing of the Prince and Charlotte. (Later, Adam will make the third party in some of these combinations: the “case” of Adam, Charlotte, and the Prince will unite the adulterous pair at the expense of the husband; the adultery indeed produces two interlocking triangles.) But something of the truth clings to Fanny’s myth, so to speak, of the merely dyadic “cases”: Maggie and the Prince, as husband and wife, constitute an intact pair only to the extent that all others remain excluded from the marriage; and should the Prince and Charlotte constitute a pair, it will only be through the treacherous exclusion of Maggie from the sanctity of her bond with Amerigo – now all the more sanctified through the birth of the Principino, their son. In many of the instances where James, almost always through one of his characters, deploys the term sacrifice (or a variant), the term refers to the problem of exclusion; at other times it has a rather more casual definition. Finally, sacrifice will refer to the opposite of exclusion. When the Prince defines Adam’s redemption of various mortgaged properties as a sacrifice (156), he is thinking casually. This, once again, is the big-man establishing solidarity by giving his goods away (while at the same reinforcing resentment against his unique capacity to eradicate debts); it is the purely material type of sacrifice. Adam, in conversation with Maggie about the way in which her marriage to the Prince excludes him, playfully refers to himself as a “martyr” (163); but Maggie later quite seriously thinks that, in marrying, she has “sacrificed a parent” (185). When the truth of betrayal has dawned on Maggie and she has resolved to put Charlotte out of the picture by packing her and Adam back to America, because she does not want to embarrass Charlotte publicly, she resolves herself to play the role of “scapegoat” (487) for the sake of familial placidity. She could, she thinks, “have yearned for it, for the straight vindictive view, the rights of resentment, the rages of jealousy” (489), but the idea of histrionics disgusts her and she has no desire to compound injuries. In effect, she sacrifices the right to retribution.(7)

    Maggie’s handling of her knowledge – her treatment of Charlotte – deserves examination, but her behavior will only make sense if one first distinguishes certain of her predispositions from certain of the Prince’s and Charlotte’s. James cannily arranges his story so that the two adulterers and then the betrayed wife visit that Bloomsbury shop and transact with the shopkeeper. If one were to ask, from where, in this narrative of endlessly circulating imitative desire, the ethical revelation comes that fixes the promiscuous players once again in the ordered pattern called marriage, then one would have to answer that it comes from the Italian-speaking purveyor of antiquities. Consider Charlotte and the Prince during their visit to the antiquarian. James tells us that Charlotte came away from the shop “full of impressions” and that the chief of these concerned the shopkeeper himself who struck her as “the greatest curiosity they looked at” (114). The Prince says laconically that he “hadn’t looked at him” at all whereupon Charlotte notes:

    how, below a certain social plain, he never saw. One kind of shopman was just like another to him – which was oddly inconsequent on the part of a mind that where it did notice noticed so much. He took throughout always the meaner sort for granted – the night of their meanness, or whatever name one might give it for him, made all his cats grey. (114)

    Charlotte sees the man, to be sure, but remarks him mainly because she imagines that “he cared – well, so for them” (114), that is, for Charlotte herself and her companion. She tells the Prince later that the man could not take his eyes off them and that this proved that he possessed “taste” (114), the quality unanimously attributed to the sublime Adam, who constitutes the metaphysically predominant model in James’s narrative scheme. “We’re beautiful, aren’t we?” (114) Charlotte asks rhetorically, thus illustrating to perfection René Girard’s comment on coquetry in Things Hidden Since the Foundation of the World: “The coquette seeks to be desired because she needs masculine desires, directed at her, to feed her coquetry. She has no more self-sufficiency than the man who desires her, but the success of her strategy allows her to keep up the appearance of it, since it offers her a form of desire she can copy” (370). Charlotte’s idea that the man notices her, sees in her a being that he does not possess himself, but can nevertheless recognize, strategically complements her sense that the Prince does not notice him – that Amerigo possesses, that is, the very being that the man lacks and therefore keenly remarks when it appears in another. In this hopeful but self-contradictory analysis of the moment of desire, Charlotte succeeds in convincing herself, but only precariously, that she radiates the same type of auric desirability which draws her to someone who has been designated by another as desirable. (The Prince has been designated by Maggie, or perhaps, through her, by Adam.) The analysis remains self-contradictory and precarious, however, because it depends simultaneously on the authority of the shopkeeper as a discerner of beauty and on his contemptibility as one “below a certain social plain.”

    Notice the emissary structure of the situation: Charlotte – in her imagination, at least – forges solidarity with the Prince by participating in his contempt for the antiquarian. In a word, she imitates him, imitates the disdain that makes him loom before her as self-sufficient. Notice also that another exclusion, more critical from Charlotte’s perspective, exists underneath the immediately visible one: Maggie’s exclusion from her impending nuptial sodality with the Prince. All of Charlotte’s terms in her rehearsal, to Amerigo, of the Bloomsbury excursion are invidiously comparative, and Maggie, although of course never mentioned, must bear the detrimental burden of Charlotte’s envy. Charlotte’s position in her (falsely) suasory treatment with the Prince thus strangely resembles Fanny’s position in her (falsely) suasory treatment with Maggie, when she picks up the bowl and hurtles it to the floor: neither one dares mention what is really going on and both must fall back on evasion and non-sequitur to convince their respective interlocutors. There is, as James puts it elsewhere in the novel, a “danger of advertising subtle processes” (397), especially where the subtlety involves elaborate concealment of one’s own ontological insecurity. Charlotte’s argument, when reduced to its impossible essence, takes the form of an enthymeme: I have been designated by an ugly and undesirable party, therefore I am beautiful and desirable.

    The one real element in this abyss of desire and self-deception is Amerigo’s distaste for the man, the shopkeeper, to whom Charlotte paradoxically attributes the quality of “taste.” A short time after the smashing of the bowl, trapped by Maggie in his lie, he lashes out at the man. He remembers the shopkeeper only “as a horrid little beast” (460); earlier, to Charlotte, he described the man as “the swindling Jew who understood Italian” (292), an epithet which Charlotte, on the occasion, mimics contentedly verbatim. Maggie, by contrast, tells the Prince that, in the shopkeeper, she has found “a friend [who] took an interest in me” (460). Maggie chooses her words carefully, for the phrase took an interest denotes exactly what the Prince has failed to do with regard to his wife – worse than failed. Maggie believes that she “inspired” the shopkeeper “with sympathy” (460), as she reports, remarking what “an oddity of… chance” it was that she “should have been moved… to go precisely to him” (460). (I have shown that it was not a matter of “chance” at all, but Maggie’s mimetic response to Charlotte’s suggestion.) Maggie can, she tells her husband:

    only think of [the shopkeeper] as kind, for he had nothing to gain. He had in fact only to lose. It was what he came to tell me – that he had asked me too high a price, more than the object was really worth. There was a particular reason which he hadn’t mentioned and which made him consider and repent. He wrote for leave to see me again – wrote in such terms that I saw him here this afternoon.” (460)

    The shopkeeper “had nothing to gain” so that his act indicated no taint whatsoever of the mercenary. From the moment of that visit, Maggie has immersed herself in learning how to be, in James’s phrase, “a mistress of shades” (423). In the first shock of discovery, she had wondered to herself “who… would inevitably… in the gust of momentary selfishness, be sacrificed” (422) in atonement for the adulterous offense; now, however, drawing her ethical lesson from the reviled shopkeeper’s decent act, she thinks in terms of kindness, consideration and repentance. The shopkeeper’s knowledge of “how easily the bowl could be broken” (461) pricked the fellow’s conscience and “worked in him” (461). If Maggie’s language, like Fanny’s a short time before, operates by its obliquity, it seeks a very different goal, however, than Fanny’s: revelation, namely, with the intent of reconciliation rather than concealment with the intent of sustaining a betrayal. Yet Maggie’s plan entails no simple forgiveness, as if nothing had happened, for she is now too much attuned to what she knows (not just about the Prince and Charlotte, but about human relations in general) to make a pretence of naivety in Polly-Anna-ish hopes for the best. The Prince and Charlotte will together have to endure a type of probation, a compensation by equivalence for their delinquency, but the erotics of exclusion will then at last be closed and the married pairs will be permanently and stably paired off as they should. Maggie takes care, above all, that Adam, if he does not already know, shall learn nothing of the sordid affair; she would preserve unruffled and unsullied the “sublime” equanimity of his “happiness” (502).

    Maggie’s method for carrying out what she now knows that she must do worthily solicits our critical examination, but one must first say more about the shopkeeper and his bourgeois conscience.

    The shopkeeper is a Jew. It is worth recalling that the Prince’s younger brother had married “a wife of the Hebrew race” (53), and that Amerigo thinks of this, in Book First, in terms which are aptly described as cynical and which thus converge with his supercilious, if not downright bigoted, reaction to the antiquarian. Judaism thus occupies a special, an unobvious but nearly central, position in this novel about the decadence of Christendom at the close of the nineteenth century – it provides the source of morality and the model of stability. The Prince would, not implausibly, agree with the Marxian dictum in “On the Jewish Question,” that “Exchange is the true god of the Jew” (Early Writings (239), and that both the Jew and the custom of exchange deserve contempt for this reason. James, on the other hand, might plausibly be read as taking issue, not with Marx’s formal analysis, but with the value extracted by Marx from that analysis. Exchange is a formalization of reciprocity and reciprocity is the essence of morality. It is worth noting that a peculiar sentence in The American Scene (1907) prophesies not that the Jews will corrupt the ethical matrix of the New World but that it would likely fall out the other way around: A “portentous element” in the Yankee brew that James tasted in New York when he visited there after writing The Golden Bowl “reduces to inanity any marked dismay as much as any high elation” (101) on the part of immigrant incursions. Thus, while the Jews represent an alien presence, James places no obvious moral stigma on their alienness; the Jews, writes James, possess an “intensity” and “an unsurpassed strength of race” (100), characteristics which contrast with the corruption and decadence predicated of the Verver milieu. One symptom of these qualities of Jewry is the “blaze of shops” (103) in the Jewish neighborhoods, which returns us to the notion of an intact ethos based on exchange, hence on reciprocity. In the broken world for which the Verver household’s broken marriages stand as symbol, and amidst blatant immorality on the one hand and timidity in response to it on the other, the familial solidity of the Guterman-Seusses and the scrupling conscience of the Jewish antiquarian appear as beacons in the murk. This contrast should strike readers as all the more significant given the explicitly Roman Catholic affiliation of the Verver milieu. During the outing that initiates their renewed affair, under the pretence that they want a gift for Maggie, Charlotte describes the Prince’s wife-to-be not merely in terms of an enviable self-sufficiency (“she does everything herself”) but as a paragon of selflessness. The Prince agrees, remarking that Maggie’s goodness has something “terrible” about it, which is perhaps why he regards the imminent ceremony as a “monstrosity.” Terrible in just that sense Maggie truly is, Charlotte readily and perhaps a bit censoriously admits:

    “… unless one’s almost as good as she. It makes too easy terms for one. It takes stuff within one, so far as one’s decency is concerned, to stand it. And nobody… is decent enough, good enough to stand it – not without help from religion or something of that kind. Not without prayer and fasting – that is without taking great care. Certainly… such people as you and I are not.” (111)

    The function of the Verver’s (including Charlotte’s) nominal Catholicism, then, is to be attenuated and nonfunctional. Nothing suggests this moderate Potemkin-morality of false fronts more than the priest, Father Mitchell, who appears at Fawns at that critical juncture in the narrative when Maggie must act on her resolve to maneuver all and every back into lawful matrimonial settlement. The priest exhibits no quality or office that would distinguish him in any way from the other card-players at the gaming table where we find him; “good holy man” he might be, but Maggie has “found her way without his guidance” (531), and while she ponders moral action he merely prattles (532) over the salmon mayonnaise at dinner. The Prince’s personality partakes in the same adverse judgment. Back in Book First, Amerigo admits to Maggie that his people, the Vespuccis, figure in the histories mainly for their “doings” and “marriages” and “crimes” and “follies” and “boundless bêtises,” not to mention for their “infamous waste of money” (47). Maggie sees Amerigo as “a creature [of] the cinquecento” (49), which she intends, as she utters it, to be a compliment, but which readers must revisit on the basis of later developments with an increasing sense of irony. (When Charlotte drives the other contenders for Adam’s hand away from Fawns in Book Second, for example, James drops references to the Borgias and their penchant for poisoning [177]; the Prince himself, in Book Third, makes reference to “the dagger” and the “insidiously [prepared] cup” [261].) James lets pass, likewise in Book First, that Charlotte’s expatriate parents, although “from the great country,” were “already of a corrupt generation” (78). The very name Fawns, with its nod to Hawthorne, conjures the Pagan world of classical myth, to which James makes more than one explicit allusion. When Adam contemplates his proposed Museum in solitude at Fawns, he thinks of it in terms of a “Greek temple” whose steps he ascends at last to oversee “the final rites” (143). The new Arcadia cannot be pristine, nor can it be genuinely pre-moral; because it represents the collapse of that which succeeds the classically moral, it can only be willfully immoral. The notion of bêtise, with its connotation not just of stupidity but of the bestial, forms a telling pair with the name Fawns: Together they describe the emergence of the primitive amidst the modern, of the faunic amidst the human; and they portend the recrudescence of voracity amidst restraint. It is not for nothing that, long before we meet the Israelite shopkeeper, James qualifies the meddling Fanny by the otherwise incomprehensible negative of her being, despite “her richness of hue, her generous nose, her eyebrows marked like those of an actress,” not “a Jewess” (64). Nor is it for nothing that James can describe Maggie as “a flit of a creature in an alien age” (172 [emphasis added]) haunted by “the ghost of the anomalous” (387). If the law of Fawns be adultery and deceit (“à la guerre comme à la guerre then”) as long as one can get away with it, then Maggie qualifies as thoroughly “anomalous.”

    One might indeed speculate that Maggie’s deceased mother possessed, whatever her deficiency of high taste, a foursquare sense of morality, and that Maggie, inheriting something of it, is indeed an “alien” presence surrounded by degeneration; her liking for the golden bowl, a flawed and grotesque object according to the novel’s aesthetes, might legitimately be said to tie her to her mother by her lack of connoisseurship in comparison with others. We know that Maggie takes her religion seriously in a way that her Amerigo and Adam do not. When at Fawns, she “induce[s] her husband, not inveterate in such practices, to make with her, by carriage, the… pilgrimage to the nearest altar, modest though it happened to be, of the faith – her own as it had been her mother’s, and as Mr. Verver himself had been loosely willing always to let it be taken for his – without the solid ease of which, making the stage firm and smooth, the drama of her marriage mightn’t have been acted out” (147). I read the final clause of this curiously broken sentence as a prolepsis. In light of the Prince being “not inveterate” in his adherence to his nominal faith, furthermore, one should recall a particular imprecation which he utters during his visit to the Bloomsbury shop: “Per bacco!” (123) – “by Bacchus!” – an etiquette noticeably Pagan and entirely in keeping with the revealed ethos of Fawns.

    But what is beautiful and what is ugly? From the romantic perspective, the consummation of the lovers’ affair ought to be beautiful. It takes place at Matcham. “It’s sacred,” the Prince says to Charlotte:

    “It’s sacred,” she breathed back to him. They vowed it, gave it out and took it in, drawn, by their intensity, more closely together. Then of a sudden, through this tightened circle, as at the issue of a narrow straight into the sea beyond, everything broke up, broke down, gave way, melted and mingled. Their lips sought their lips, their pressure and their response and their response their pressure; with a violence that had sighed itself the next moment to the longest and deepest of stillnesses they passionately sealed their pledge. (259)

    Later, in a musical metaphor in Book Fifth, Maggie thinks of the two as “Wagnerian lovers” (519), a reference either to Tristan and Isolde or to Siegfried and Brunnhilde (it matters little); the latter pair’s love has as its background the dissolution of a world and is perhaps the more apt of the two possible allusions. The reference to Wagner establishes a dichotomy with an earlier musical citation in the novel, for during the soirée at Eaton Square in Book Third, Fanny finds herself momentarily distracted by the “genius” of a Brahms quartet, “moved,” in fact, “beyond what she could bear” (269). That remark bears on the Prince and Charlotte alone at Matcham in this way: Brahms figures in cultural history as the great bourgeois composer, the defender of traditional forms, and the string quartet – with its four players always in contrapuntal movement under a harmonic order which requires resolution – can serve as the symbol of what the Verver household ought ideally to be. The term “genius,” moreover, with its connotations of positivity and productivity, contrasts with the idea of “degeneration” (318) which Fanny applies jocosely to herself a short time later; it also contrasts with James’s remark that Charlotte’s parents belonged to a “corrupt generation” (78). It is at Eaton Square that the Prince and Charlotte first attract attention as a pair apart from their respective sposi, so that what Fanny so strongly notices in her transient musical rapture amounts to a sharp moral contradistinction. Whether, later on, Maggie thinks of the Liebestod or of the finale from Die Götterdämmerung, the name of Wagner signifies the dissolution of traditional forms, his lovers being all either adulterous or incestuous; the Wagnerian eros belongs not to the Judaeo-Christian but to the Pagan or neo-Pagan dispensation. Fawns will later remind Maggie of “an old German forest” (519). In this sense, James seems to consign the Prince and Charlotte, too, to such an order, as their mutual invocation of the “sacred” as the mark of their transgression so strongly suggests. That James endows their embrace with the rhetorical indicators of sublimity only strengthens the suggestion: “Everything broke up, broke down, gave way, melted and mingled”; the lovers’ passion exhibits the telling quality of “violence.” Fanny’s later smashing of the bowl echoes the necessarily disintegrative nature of what the contemporary euphemist might call an improper relationship. One ought note as well the co-presence at Matcham of Lady Castledean, who, like the Prince and Charlotte, carries on an adulterous affair. Even the Prince regards the Castledeans as belonging among “inferior people” (288), which puts them in the same category, for him, as the shopkeeper. By association, the Prince and Charlotte have enmeshed themselves in the very “bondage of ugliness” (143) that Adam, by pursuing his career of connoisseurship, hoped to escape.(8)

    The bowl itself – I have hinted at this parenthetically – maintains a direct connection with the faunic. James discovered the well-known and, so to speak, actual prototype of the bowl during a 1902 visit to Lamb House in Sussex: an authentic golden bowl given as a christening gift by King George I to a newborn child of the Lambs; as Leon Edel puts it, “King George’s bowl… became a symbol for the theme of the novel which [James] had begun early in 1903” Henry James, Vol. 4 209). Virtually every commentator on The Golden Bowl rehearses this story. But the Georgian bowl, while it no doubt impressed James the aesthete deeply, lacks key features of its supposed fictional counterpart. The real bowl was, by the account, of solid plate, while the novelistic object covers its crystal with mere gilt; the real bowl was intact, while the novelistic object hides beneath its surface an invisible and disfiguring rupture. The Georgian bowl, finally, assumes its context in the explicitly Christian ceremony of the christening, while Maggie’s bowl partakes of the breakdown of the Christian – more properly the Judaeo-Christian – moral structure that James illustrates by his tale. The real, and the telling, prototype of the bowl may be found in Hawthorne’s The Marble Faun (1860),
    in the chapter (XXVII) where Kenyon visits Donatello in the latter’s ancestral keep.  Walking in the Tuscan hills, the two come across a statuary fountain probably of Roman antiquity, “a marble basin… all covered with moss and shaggy with water-weeds” over which presides, “with an urn in her arms… a marble nymph” (243):

    In former days (it might be a remote antiquity,) this lady of the fountain had first received the infant tide into her urn, and poured it thence into the marble basin. But now, the sculptured urn had a great crack, from top to bottom; and the discontented nymph was compelled to see the basin fill itself through the channel which she could not control, although with water long ago consecrated to her. (243)

    The nymph represented by the statue, according to Hawthorne’s pseudo-myth, fell in love with a mortal youth. When her lover once “flung himself down, and washed his hands and bathed his feverish brow in the cool, pure water” of her pool, “there was the sound of woe… The water shrank away from the youth’s hands”; this came about because the lover “had tried to wash off a blood-stain” and, in his guilt, “had polluted the water” (246). The crack in the urn signifies the rupture engendered by the deceit perpetrated on that “fatal noontide” (245) so long ago.

    In Book Second of The Golden Bowl, Adam, meditating on his daughter’s character, thinks of her as “a figure… ‘generalised’ in its grace, something shyly mythological and nymph-like” (172). Maggie moreover resembles another nymph-like character in The Marble Fawn, Hilda, and in a peculiarly relevant way. Hilda, a prideful New England Puritan in Rome, learns a reluctant but important moral lesson from a Roman Catholic priest during a despairing visit to the Vatican; Hilda, the Protestant, stands to the Catholic priest as Maggie, the Catholic, stands to the Jewish shopkeeper. In a generalized way, The Marble Fawn and The Golden Bowl tell the same basic story: The intrusion of evil into a seemingly idyllic world and the necessity for characters to come into consciousness in response to a forced separation from the cherished naivety of “the deluded condition” (484). The anodyne of delusion cannot issue from its own delusory interior; it must come from without. Where non-reciprocal and deceitful relations constitute the norm, some external agent must post notice of their inadequacy. “Non-reciprocal relations may be perfectly ethical,” Gans writes, “and consecrated as such in ritual, but they are not moral. This intuition is the fundamental source of the Jewish contribution” to modernity (The End of Culture 172). Says James of the shopkeeper, in Book Fifth: “The partner of [Maggie’s] bargain had yearned to see her again… had wished ever so seriously to return to her a part of her money” (480); and he had gone on, when Maggie refused restitution, to hope that “she hadn’t, at all events, already devoted the crystal cup to the beautiful purpose so kindly and so fortunately named to him” (480). The flawed cup would not be a meet gift from daughter to father, for that is precisely a “beautiful purpose” which should not be unintentionally subverted. Whatever James’s attitude toward Judaism elsewhere (it is not, I think, as clearly disdainful as commentators make out), in The Golden Bowl it is positive.

    IV

    The bowl, which the shopkeeper describes on first producing it as “of a lost time” (121), serves as a metonymy for Fawns (“wide wooded Fawns” [136]), and for the faunic ethos that prevails there until Maggie forcibly imposes a more decisive moral control. Outwardly brilliant and alluring, inwardly the bowl suffers from the fracture of its crystalline matrix. Fawns as a place is, like the bowl as an aesthetic object, timeless, as witness the cyclic reconvention there at every season of the same old company, even, in the end, the competing ladies whom Charlotte had previously driven away. But Maggie’s initiation into the moral view, punctuated by her scene with Fanny, culminating in the fragmentation of the novel’s eponymous bibelot, has inaugurated a temporal dimension and has apprised Maggie of just how crucial is “the business of cultivating continuity” (381 [emphasis added]). That term, “business,” again associates the moral with the commercial, and reminds us of the centrally mimetic role of the shopkeeper for Maggie. “The silver mist that,” James says, “protected” Maggie and her husband, and that “had begun to grow sensibly thin” (358), is of a substance with the airy radiance, the illusory “beauty of appearances” (491), which has hitherto permeated Fawns.(9) Things will now be altered and roles will be exchanged. The former “flagrancy” (273), “hilarity” (274), and “the air of mere iridescent horizons” (273) presided over by “an infant king” (267), now yield to a grimmer atmosphere and prospect: Fawns now constitutes for Maggie a “figural void” (518), a “darkness of prowling dangers,” and a “beast-haunted land” (532). Maggie herself has become “the watcher” (532) over the dangerous premises and, as such, still labors under the burden of an exclusion from the sodality. Watching the evening’s card-game, she confronts:

    the fact of her father’s wife’s lover facing his mistress; the fact of her father sitting, all unsounded and unblinking, between them; the fact of Charlotte keeping it up, keeping up everything across the table, with her husband beside her; the fact of Fanny Assingham, wonderful creature, placed opposite to the three and knowing more about each, probably, when one came to think, than either of them knew of either. Erect above all for her was the sharp-edged fact of the relation of the whole group, individually and collectively, to herself – herself so speciously eliminated for the hour, but presumably more present to the attention of each than the next card to be played. (486)

    Cynically throwing to the winds the moral model offered by the shopkeeper is a gesture that occurs to Maggie in a series of “vertiginous moments” in which she contemplates “the fascination of the monstrous” and during which she knows that “she might sound out their doom in a single sentence” (487). The possibility presents itself as a “temptation” (487). (For the Prince, in Book First, marriage appeared as monstrous; now, for Maggie, revenge qualifies under that term.) Yet our protagonist also recognizes that each person present exists in “a relation with herself, which would spare the individual the danger” (487). In formulating it that way, Maggie, or rather James through Maggie, describes the essential link between the sacrificially excluded party and everyone else – unanimity minus one. Maggie fills the role of victim anomalously (she has been “speciously eliminated”), however, because she no longer really conforms to it; she now acts as a victim who has miraculously rejected her victimage, who, in refusing to submit, confounds the plot against her and so charges herself with a charisma quite equal in quantity to that wielded by Adam in the previous stages of the narrative while being, at the same time, of a different quality: focused rather than diffuse, moral rather than aesthetic, merciful rather than cynical. The sodality faces “the whole complexity of their peril” (487), a phrase which the notion of “her father’s wife’s lover facing his mistress,” with its blurring of otherwise decisive categories, perfectly illustrates; and only Maggie can deliver them from it, or “thus they tacitly put it” (487). She might, she thinks, “charge herself” with the responsibility as did “the scapegoat of old, of whom she had once seen a terrible picture,” but she will not go “into the desert to sink under his burden and die” (487). Against the background of deceit, duplicity, and dissimulation characteristic of the milieu at Fawns (of the faunic itself); against the multiplication of cases, to recall Fanny’s term, Maggie envisions herself as called by all, on the grounds of their proven moral incompetency, “to simplify” (487).

    The simplification has already begun in her confrontation with the Prince, once “a proud man,” now “reduced to abjection” (483); but Maggie must now address the other factor in the adulterous equation, namely Charlotte. In confronting Charlotte, moreover, Maggie must deal with what James, throughout the novel, has referred to as romance, a term which I gloss as the ideology of transgression, including especially adulterous transgression. The Prince, in Book First, attached the idea of transgression to Adam, whose opulence suggests “Alexander furnished with the spoils of Darius” (54). The suggestion involves an error which the Prince must know, for Adam has produced his wealth, not plundered it from someone else; and yet Adam did at one time dream, when he awoke to his mission of connoisseurship, of “rifl[ing] the Golden Isles” (140). The nostalgia for a lost Arcadian order, outwardly idyllic while secretly predatory, informs the romanticism of The Golden Bowl’s characters, as does the willingness of Fanny and others to dissimulate immoral behavior when they see it; and these things, in their turn, partake in the argument made by the paramours for themselves and by others for them that they are beautifully “beyond” (261) those who surround them, that Fanny, for example, who has facilitated their assignations, now “doesn’t matter” (257). They are, from their own perspective, jenseits von Gut und Böse. Fanny, for her part, excuses the visible commerce of Charlotte and Amerigo on esthetic grounds: “They’re wonderful” (298), “they’re beautiful” (299), and “we’re in presence” (309), she says of them romantically. At Portland Place, the other guests see the Prince and Charlotte as “truly superior beings” (393). Having elected themselves into the extra-moral company, they begin to dispense with others, just as the Prince earlier dispensed with the shopkeeper by not seeing him. Such secondary betrayals, the Prince himself is made to divulge by James, belong among “the services that by all romantic tradition were consecrated to affection quite as much as to hate” (261 [emphasis added]). In this sentence, James conflates the notions of romance and the sacred, hence of sacrifice. When he tells us that Maggie’s decision to visit the Bloomsbury shop on Charlotte’s unintentional instigation has about it the air of “romantic opportunity” (432), he alloys to his notion of romance a mimetic element. Romance, as one puts these pieces together, amounts to an enabling myth for those who, out of resentment against it, wish to violate the moral norm of reciprocity; romance is the ideology of trespass and transgression, which endows vice with the attributes of virtue and gilds the mugwort, so to speak, to make it out for a lily. Those who adopt romance, in this sense, as their creed can only do so by a deliberate act of unknowing, by what René Girard long ago named mensonge romantique. Fanny does exactly that when she smashes the bowl: she attempts to unknow what she knows. But when upheld for a long time, romance impairs the judgment of the romantic and becomes a moral atavism. James says almost offhand of the Prince in Book First that he had read Poe as a boy and still takes delight in Pym. In his essay on Baudelaire, James lets this remark drop in passing: “An enthusiasm for Poe is the mark of a decidedly primitive stage of reflection” (French Poets and Novelists 5). James’s term, “primitive,” allows us to recognize that the romantic and the faunic, as I have been calling it, are one and the same.

    By indirectly letting the Prince know what she knows (“Find out for yourself!” [465]), Maggie has guaranteed his silence with respect to Charlotte and has thus isolated her from the knowledge of what is going on; Maggie has, in effect, reduced the complexity of the adulterous triangle back to the simplicity of the hymeneal dyad. But Maggie has meanwhile concluded that two more things must be achieved in order to preserve her marriage against a relapse into, as we might now say, romance. Charlotte must receive notice, as subtly yet as powerfully as Maggie can manage it, that she has been found out, and she and Adam must take themselves back to America. Despite the fact that, in the persons of the Prince and Charlotte seated at the card-table, Maggie sees “evil… where she had only dreamed of good,” she cannot, out of feelings for the totality of her family, “give them up” (489); she cannot expel them from the family structure – as they had expelled her – by humiliating them before others. Maggie does not join the game. She hovers distantly, whereupon her detached gliding at the edge of things draws Charlotte, full of a false “dignity” (493), to her. Maggie indeed fears Charlotte at this moment, worrying that “her [i.e., Maggie’s own] head was already on the block… whether or no the axe had fallen” (493). After a short period of mutual hesitation, however, Charlotte reveals her plight in the form of a question to Maggie: Has anything happened, Charlotte wishes to know, “for which I’m in any degree responsible?” (496). She then unnecessarily expatiates on the idea in a mendaciously self-exculpating little speech. Maggie carefully feigns ignorance. She embraces Charlotte at a moment when the card-players have risen and come into the room where the feminine transaction has just occurred. As far as they can tell, Maggie has, in a manner, played the role of scapegoat, accepting the “abasement” (498) of a non-invidious reconciliation with her mother-in-law in order to prevent – as one might say remembering the image of the Guterman-Seusses – the scattering of her tribe. This is not to say that, “if [Maggie’s] mood in fact could have turned itself at all to private gaiety it might have failed to resist the diversion of seeing so clever a creature [as Charlotte] so beguiled” (518).

    Three days after the reconciliation (false on Charlotte’s part, witting and sincere on Maggie’s), the Princess joins Adam outdoors at Fawns. They sit together observing the weather. In a great, unfurling sentence typical of the late style, James gives us the following: “They had meanwhile been tracing together, in the golden air that toward six o’clock of a July afternoon hung about the massed Kentish woods, several features of the social evolution of her old playmates, still beckoned on, it would seem, by unattainable ideals, still falling back, beyond the sea, to their native seats, for renewals of the moral, financial, conversational – one scarce knew what to call it – outfit, and again and forever reappearing like a tribe of Wandering Jewesses” (502). The effect of this sentence is to place Maggie at a decisive remove from the cyclicism (another way to name the mimeticism) of Fawns. The phrase “Wandering Jewesses” might strike one as odd until one reflects that Ahasuerus, the original “Wandering Jew,” is a man cut off from all traffic with his fellow men, doomed to roam the world nomad-fashion until the Judgment Day. The actual Jew of James’s narrative, the shopkeeper, is not a wanderer, but a settled participant in the market; he is one of those people about whom, to take a page from James’s Italian Hours, “you can complain… only if you never cross their thresholds” (38). (The reference is to the Jewish antiquarii of Venice.) Maggie has crossed a “threshold” in many ways; her “old playmates” remain locked within the charismatic order signified by the word “ideals.”

    The conversation that Maggie now pursues with Adam concerns the abandonment of “ideals” and the espousal, so to speak, of a realistic view of their condition. Maggie asks Adam whether she has been “fatuous” (502) and then, rephrasing the question, substitutes “sublime” (502) for the former term: “Have we been sublime in our happiness,” she asks, “as if looking down from a height?” (502). The “as if” qualifies the sublimity which is fatuity as pure illusion, best abandoned; the notion of “a height” meanwhile carries back to Adam’s sense of his having once stood, in the instant of his supposed self-awakening, on his own “‘Peak in Darien.’” It develops that the primary illusion consisted of Adam’s hoping to penetrate English gentryhood, to secure a “place” (503) rather as Charlotte had sought to secure an “existence.” So Adam, too, has humbled himself before a model which transformed into a rebuffing rival, an inassimilable being, every time he approached it; Adam’s sublime is the class-bound, ultimately and archaically monarchic society of the Mother Country which has, in effect, expelled him simply by not admitting him.  Not only has his attempt at admission to gentryhood failed, but he has, by default, surrendered his “reputation” to his countrymen back in American City for them sparagmatically “to tear to pieces” (509). This, of course, was always a possibility – even an inevitability – for the one who concentrated so much golden charm into his personage. What is a king, an imperator, after all, but a victim whose execution has been deferred? Murder will out. The king must die. To the folks back home, Adam must appear no more than rich, eccentric, and obsessive; if his conoisseurship means anything objectively, it will nevertheless mean nothing, save as a kind of pretence, to the uncultured. Yet this difference, between the august and the vulgar, the high and the low, is part of the illusion now under dispersal. In counterpoint with this topic runs another: Maggie’s nagging sense of sacrifice and victimhood in connection with her father. Maggie paints Adam as a “victim” because he has devoted his whole life to her; he answers that he has merely sustained “the feelings of a father” (509). Maggie nevertheless insists, as she says, that “I sacrifice you” (509); and a moment later, she discerns that Adam “was practically offering himself, pressing himself upon her, as a sacrifice” (510). What Adam offers is to remove himself and his wife from the scene: “We should ship”; “we will ship” (512). The figure reverses an earlier one, that of burning one’s ships, which invariably marks Adam’s assertive and ambitious – his sublime – moments in the romantic sense.

    If the retreat to America be a “sacrifice,” then it is the opposite of the expulsory kind; it is of the ascetic and magnanimous kind of the sort the shopkeeper may be said to have made when he offered to compensate Maggie for shoddy goods not altogether honestly sold. Where the Prince and Charlotte expel their spouses unilaterally and to the detriment of the emissary parties, Adam voluntarily quits the scene for the benefit of another. Adam will now appear to Maggie, glimpsed from afar before he departs back to his native shore, under the thoroughly humanized figure of “the little meditative man in his straw hat” (522). Charlotte, in a second meeting with Maggie, out of the sight of the familiar entourage, will pretend, from the motive of “pride” (541), to have originated the idea of shipping. Maggie knows, however, that Charlotte now passes through life with “a long silken halter looped about her neck” (523), captured by Adam – and even more by the introjection of a renewed moral structure into the scene.(10) The “golden flame” of Charlotte’s affair with the Prince has turned to “a mere handful of black ashes” (553).

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    To nay-say “the importance of the moral quality of a work of art,” James writes in a discussion of Flaubert, “strikes us as, in two words, very childish” (French Poets and Novelists 64). But the work of art – no matter how modern or how secular – no doubt also boasts an ineradicable sacred quality, whose importance it would be equally childish to deny. (In denying with such vehemence the sacred element in the aesthetic – in denying, for example, that there is any such thing as literature, or that one work is indeed greater than another – contemporary critics paradoxically affirm it.) The Golden Bowl illustrates, and indeed it makes a theme of, the necessary tension between these two qualities. I write of the polar repulsion between the “sacred” and the “moral” rather than between the “aesthetic” and the “moral” because the aesthetic, in the literature of the turn-of-the-century, tends to stand transparently – as it does in Huysmans, for example – for a no-longer-available transcendence. But in A rébours, the figurality is Huysmans’ or, through him, his narrator’s. In The Golden Bowl, the figurality is rarely directly the narrator’s; almost always it stems from one or another character. The Greek temples, Palladian Churches, pagodas, golden baths, coruscations of solar and purple light; the red blaze of galleons aflame, the invocations of Io, Ariadne, Tristan and Isolde: all these metaphors of sublimity, culled from the stock-in-trade of French poets and romanciers, signify the pandemic vanity and vertiginous confusion of Fawns. When the adulterers stay on at Matcham, they offer as their cover-story that they intend to travel the next day to visit the nearby cathedral; their mendacity reduces the religious edifice to one more image in the narcissistic passion that they refer to as “sacred.” Of the novel’s moral catalyst, the shopkeeper, I note here that he bears only the simple figures of verbal slight and casts them off as soon as he comes into contact with Maggie, for whom he is “kind.” The simple adjective by itself suffices. Following up her fateful meeting with that gentleman, Maggie, as we have seen, comes to grasp her milieu as a “figural void,” a place divested of the dissimulating motifs of unchecked desire.

    Harold Bloom, in The Western Canon, argues that what distinguishes great literature from mediocre and literature generally from all other species of language is its “uncanniness” (3), a phenomenon linked, in Bloom’s thinking, with the sublime and necessarily at odds with the moral. When we read a masterwork, Bloom argues, we go “from strangeness to strangeness” (3). James, in The Golden Bowl, makes us cognizant of the fact (which Bloom never admits) that morality is just as strange as beauty – perhaps even a great deal stranger. (Keeping faith with a married partner is much more contrary to the human being than taking advantage promiscuously of sexual happenstance.) Let us remember, in closing, the Prince’s sense of the shop-windows in the novel’s opening scene. These transparencies, like the rules of faith, obligation, and reciprocity, stand between the libidinous ego and the immediate exercise of that ego’s will. Restraint is strange to the natural, the predatory, being. For the Prince, at that moment, the window can only serve as a reminder of the metal cages that clatter down at the turn of a crank to keep out thieves at night. But does that association not imply that, deep down, he knows his own thievish – antinomian – character? The contemporary School of Resentment, as Bloom names it, certainly rebels against beauty, just as he says it does; but it rebels equally against morality (despite its own language being righteously moral), which is why no contemporary critic of James finds anything supportive to say about Maggie, la Principessa, née Verver. Defend marriage against adultery? Acknowledge the relevance of Hebrew morality to the postmodern present moment? Admit that a dead white male got something right? But I cede the last word to James himself, quoting again from his judgment of Flaubert: “To count out the moral element in one’s appreciation of an artistic total is exactly the same as it would be (if the total were a poem) to eliminate all the words in three syllables… [a moral element] is in reality simply a part of the essential richness of inspiration” (64, 61).

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    Notes

    1. The importance of this vocabulary to Jamesian narrative received its first concerted notice in Elsa Nettels’ “The Scapegoats and Martyrs of Henry James” (Colby Library Quarterly, Vol. 10, 1974, 413-427). While grasping the centrality of victims in James’s novels and stories, Nettels nevertheless lacks a sufficient anthropological sense of victimage; she sees the vocabulary in question as a sign of the vestigial Christianity of James’s conception. (The surfeit of sacrificial terms signifies much more than that, as the present essay will show.) More recently and more rigorously, Ralf Norrman has shown, in his chapter on “Henry James’s Daisy Miller and the Scapegoat Mechanism” in Wholeness Restored (1998), how punctilious is James’s eye for the anthropological details of emissary ritual: “I would argue that it is possible to recognize in the setting of James’s story a situation of stress [of the type associated by René Girard with scapegoating]. The stress factor here is the insecurity of exile, the insecurity of ambiguous identity, the intolerable discomfort of being perpetually on display. Yourself being constantly under scrutiny why should you not seize the initiative and gain acceptance by instigating a scapegoating, with a recently arrived compatriot as a victim, thereby proving your allegience to the real – or imagined – values of your new place of residence?” (160).(back)

    2. Critics have generally preferred this way of viewing the novel. Donald L. Mull sums up the many versions of the “it’s not their fault” interpretation this way: “Adam and Maggie Verver regard Prince Amerigo and Charlotte Stant as ‘things,’” and exhibit “a tendency to regard human beings as objects for aggrandizement and extensions of themselves rather than as autonomous individuals” (Sublime Economy 119). Mull, although himself favoring a somewhat reductively economic view of the Verver story, nevertheless finds such readings shallow. Despite this, Mull himself invokes “the commerciality” of “the Ververs’ transactions” chastisingly and suggests that this mercantile outlook tends to “convert human beings into objects” (146).(back)

    3. Maxwell Geismar, the founder of the anti-Jacobite school of Jamesian criticism and the anticipator of the postmodern indictment of James, sees in this moment merely “another theatrical coup” (324). James’s “abstruse heroine,” Geismar writes, “who lacks all the common hysteria and jealousy and sympathy of a betrayed woman, is chiefly concerned with the difference [her discovery of things] would make for herself: ‘My possession at last, I mean, of real knowledge’” (Geismar 324).(back)

    4. Charlotte assumes the role of “giver,” then, purely as a pose; she is not genuinely committed to the purpose of making Maggie happy but, rather, to the goal merely of appearing generous before the Prince. If, as Walter Burkert has argued, “reciprocity is a form of morality” (The Creation of the Sacred 138), then Charlotte reveals herself in the hypocrisy of her pose as delinquent from a base-line of honesty and decency. But it goes beyond this because Charlotte poses before the Prince in order to take him from Maggie, to whom he is promised, not only by his expression of commitment but by legal contract; she seeks, in fine, to disrupt an exchange. A further consideration from Burkert is relevant here: “Gift exchange appears to be one of the universalia of human civilizations. ‘To give’ is one of the basic verbs in most languages; the dative is established in Indoeuropean noun declension. Empirical studies have been devoted to the principle of gifts and its manifestation in so-called primitive societies. The principle of reciprocity is recognized in every case. There are of course forms of violent acquisition of goods which may be equally frequent or even more common, not to say honorable, in the same societies: robbery, piracy, cattle-stealing, wars waged for plunder, and trickery of all sorts. But the phenomena are distinct” (130-31).(back)

    5. Mull, who puts money at the “symbolic center” of The Golden Bowl, has this to say about Adam’s courting of Charlotte among the Gutermann-Seusses: “The complexity of thr Brighton scene, in its familiar mingling of the commercial and the affectional, consummately reveals the fusions, tensions, and paradoxes which inform the novel to this point – the selflessness of Adam, which is a selfishness for his daughter; and the bargain for Charlotte, which is an opportunity for exquisite self-manifestation and exquisite duplicity” (Sublime Economy 146). Mull grants Adam a notable measure of good will in this passage; he does not comment, however, on the startling contrast between the Verver milieu on the one hand and that of the Jewish household on the other. James is in fact showing us poverty (chez Verver) and wealth (chez Gutermann-Seuss) as determined by ethical rather than purely economic criteria.(back)

    6. Burkert notes that giving, in which marriage partakes (one party giving himself freely to the other in exchange for the promise of stability), “is neither disinterestedness nor pure self-interest. It rather creates some precarious balance between the two” (Creation of the Sacred 131). In declaring “war” on the marriage between Maggie and Amerigo, Amerigo and Charlotte attack the social fabric at its profoundest basis; they resemble robbers, pirates, cattle-stealers, plunderers and tricksters rather than parties to a mutual and reciprocal intention. Even after “the invention of the free market… brings changes to the system,” writes Burkert, exchange “remains the basic process… of bilateral profit” (131).(back)

    7. Burkert points out that “the principle of reciprocity pervades the sphere of punitive justice. Punishment is accepted as just if it subsumed under the concept of reciprocal giving, of retribution. Retribution can be seen as a simple inversion of action: the culprit is to suffer what he has done” (The Creation of the Sacred 133). In a primitive sense, overt revenge would be permissible for Maggie; but she is precisely no longer a primitive. She now operates according to a higher, a more merciful, an altogether more Biblical principle.(back)

    8. Mull produces this meritorious comment on the scene of the Prince and Charlotte’s adulterous liaison: “It is, amazingly, one of the most erotic scenes in English, and it is the ironic consummation of the form of [the adulterers’] good faith. With it all form breaks down, gives way; all values melt and mingle. It will be Maggie’s burden to perceive the chaos behind the apparent form and to shape out of that tangle of values, if not ‘the bowl as it was to have been,’ at least a tenable equilibrium” (Sublime Economy 151 [emphasis added]).(back)

    9. A remarkably similar metaphor turns up in The Wings of the Dove, Book Fourth, when Milly Theale and Susan Stringham (a.k.a. Susie Shepherd) meet London society at Lancaster Gate, the home of Maud Lowder. That grand lady seems to the two Americans to exude ‘a fine floating gold-dust, something that threw over the prospect a harmonising blur” (162). As in the case of the hazes of light and fogs of gold that blur the prospect at Fawns, Mrs. Lowder’s aura – a pure projection on the part of Milly and Susan – exercises a dissimulating effect.(back)

    10. Ralf Norrman, author of the previously mentioned Wholeness Restored as well as a treatise on The Golden Bowl entitled The Insecure World of Henry James’s Fiction (St. Martin’s press, 1982), writes these provocative comments on Charlotte’s apparent subjugation in a recent item of personal correspondence: “There is the question,” Norrman says, “of whether Maggie’s interpretation of Charlotte’s and Adam’s state of mind at the end of the novel is meant to be taken at face value or not. Maggie makes them out to be extremely unhappy, both of them, and she sees their return to America as a banishment, assuming that both Adam and Charlotte are going back entirely against their will… But if, as I believe, Maggie’s moral conversion genuinely wins her husband back to her, healing her marriage, why should we not then assume that a symmetrical development takes place with Charlotte-Adam? When Maggie decides to act she puts the Prince on the spot. He abandons Charlotte (the illicit relationship) and tries to recover Maggie… Maggie now defeats her rival Charlotte (who had not been a rival as long as Maggie did not know about the affair). Charlotte is now left to herself, and so, before long, will Adam be – this is the intrinsic logic of the case. The dissolution of the illicit Charlotte-Amerigo relationship brings with it the dissolution of the paternal-filial relationship Adam-Maggie. Charlotte then, in turn, defeats her rival, i.e., Maggie, and recovers her husband… Since everything in this novel has been strictly diagrammatic, why should not this be so as well?” Why indeed should it not be so? I did not think of this sequence of implications, but it strikes me as brilliant, and I hasten to “buy” it at once!(back)

  • Benchmarks (Anthropoetics IV, no. 2)

    Tom Bertonneau’s article on The Golden Bowl, a companion piece to his analysis of James’ The Bostonians in Anthropoetics I, 1, was written for a collection of essays on American literature. Matt Schneider’s text is a selection from the book he is currently finishing on the Beatles and the lyric tradition. Richard van Oort’s study of Coriolanus is adapted from a term paper for the GA seminar in Spring 1997. Stacey Meeker’s article on Richard Rorty and utopia is adapted from a seminar paper.

    About our Contributors

    Tom Bertonneau, an original member of the GA seminar, received his Ph.D. from UCLA in Comparative Literature in 1990. His dissertation applied GA to the study of the modern epic: William Carlos Williams’ Paterson and Stéphane Mallarmé’s “Un coup de dés…” Since then he has published and presented papers on Williams, Wallace Stevens, Charles Olson, and other American authors, as well as on theoretical topics (and science fiction). Tom has also written for Heterodoxy, Chronicles, Academic Questions, and National Review, and is well known in Michigan for his controversial writings on college English teaching. He is Executive Director of the Association of Literary Scholars and Critics.

    Matthew Schneider, also a founding member of the GA seminar (who has managed to attend some portion of the seminar every year it has been given) holds an MA from Chicago and received his PhD in English from UCLA in 1991. The author of Original Ambivalence: Violence and Autobiography in Thomas De Quincey (Peter Lang, 1995), Schneider has also published articles on Jane Austen, John Keats, and critical theory. He is associate professor of English and Chair of Literature at Chapman University (Orange, California).

    Richard van Oort is a Ph.D. candidate in English at the University of California, Irvine. He is writing a dissertation on comedy and originary aesthetics. His most recent publication is “Three Models of Fiction: The Logical, the Phenomenological, and the Anthropological (Searle, Ingarden, Gans)” which appears in the 1998 summer issue of New Literary History.

    Stacey Meeker, a member of the Anthropoetics Editorial Board, holds an M.A. in French from the University of Kansas. She is currently working on a doctoral dissertation on Marcel Proust at UCLA.

  • Visiting the Getty

    To Matt and Ann Schneider, without whom I would never have gotten to the top of that hill

    The other day, Matt Schneider was kind enough to show me around the new Getty Center, the museum-cum-art-institute everyone in Los Angeles has been talking about for the past year or so. The Getty is the product of a nobly uncompromising effort to adapt the presentation of high art to the conditions of our age. Anything more familiar would have been merely condescending. Yet in its effort to put anonymous mortals in contact with unique art objects, the Getty succeeds only in making us feel still more anonymous.

    I’m not sure if Jean Baudrillard has visited this site, but it offers the best available evidence for his idea that the postmodern is a world of simulacra that has abandoned all criteria for distinguishing between reality and simulation. (This is, of course, a utopian vision of the horizon of the postmodern market system rather than its reality.) The “simulated” atmosphere of the Getty was brought home to me by a curious experience. While touring the museum, we chanced upon a film clip describing a computer-generated virtual reality depiction of, if memory serves me, the Roman Forum in the post-Augustan period. The graphics put the viewer in the Forum and allowed him to “walk” within it, the perspective changing as in a computer game. Getty spokespeople touted the virtues of such simulations as a teaching tool: to the child who wonders “why should I care about this?” they provide not dead information but “live” participation.

    Far be it from me to condemn simulation as a pedagogical technique. (Although the manipulative insistence on “participation” is the great weakness of American education, the child typically transcends the manipulation by relating less to the content of the simulation–e.g., the Forum–than to its ingenious technique, becoming in the process less a future classicist than a future programmer.) But what struck me most about the Forum simulation, in its straight-line coldness and inhospitality to human existence (a few scattered figures seemed afterthoughts in the emptiness), was its uncanny resemblance to the Getty itself. The museum and grounds seemed to be a gigantic computer simulation whose hundreds of human visitors were altogether superfluous.

    When one visits an ancient temple or a medieval cathedral, one feels one’s ephemerality beside these stones that have witnessed the passage of so many generations. The building models the sacred atemporality of human culture by embodying the eternally self-renewing deferral of its own destruction in the sacrifice that is commemorated here. This is not at all one’s emotion at the Getty. One feels not mortal in the face of immortality, but human in the face of inhumanity, the lone explorer of a planet deserted by an alien culture. My fellow visitors seemed dwarfish and out of place, and that is surely the way I must have appeared to them. The consequence of this dichotomy between my intuition of myself and my vision of others is to alienate me from my fellow humans. My guess is that young people seldom meet and fall in love at the Getty. As in the Roman Forum simulation, our primary relationship is with architectural space, not with the other visitors who seem to have been added to the decor only in order to make the space appear more real.

    The most obvious explanation of this alienation is that the site itself–the obsessive straight lines and multiple coups d’oeil offering misty views of the city far below, the overpowering brightness of the Travertine marble in the sunlight, the elimination from the concourses of the irregularities of plant life, scraps of waste or dust–is so dominating that the visitor stands upon it as a profane on the Temple mount. As Matt observed to me, the art collection, quite respectable if not comparable to that of older museums, is so overwhelmed by the architecture that it seems a mere pretext for it. Yet this grandeur is quite the opposite of that of, say, the mausoleum-like Nazi architecture of Albert Speer. In the overall geography of Los Angeles, the Getty is not central but peripheral. One sees it from the 405 freeway not as a fortress guarding the passage but as a curiosity, a vaster version of the idiosyncratic personal architectures that punctuate the hilltops. The swarms of security forces are there only to guard objects we have freely chosen to look at; if we don’t like the atmosphere, we can just go home.

    No, the Getty’s dehumanized geometry exemplifies not tyranny but postmodern democracy. Humanizing it would have been a cop-out. Indeed, the Getty is humanized, for children at least, in the “art information” rooms where the young can draw pictures, don costumes, pose before mirrors, surf computers for information… These delightful little rooms–I wished the costumes had been big enough for me to get into–demonstrate that “user-friendliness” is not the Getty’s problem. But to doodle on a piece of drawing paper provided by the management is no more interactive than to wipe one’s hands on a paper towel provided by the management. Our inputs may be valuable to us; they are of no value to the institution. The paradox is that this is not a sign of the institution’s undemocratic nature, but of the opposite.

    In traditional aristocratic societies–for example, in the European Middle Ages–art, particularly plastic art, is created by artisans rather than “artists” for the greater glory of God or his earthly representatives. With the growth of the market system, the artist’s work comes to be individualized as a unique source of revelatory value. Just as stockbrokers get rich by picking the richest stocks, recognition of esthetic value is itself a value. Even when the modern artist assails the public’s bourgeois Philistinism, his attack is implicitly or explicitly addressed to the connoisseur who will appreciate the value of his work.

    If our experience of medieval art is relatively serene, this is because its religious context mediates the relationship between artist and audience in what Girard calls the “external” mode. The artisan-artist never presents himself as our rival; we admire his specialized skill, but our attribution of meaning to the signs he creates does not fall under his authority. In the secular world of modern art, as the source of significance becomes increasingly personal, my relationship with the artist becomes increasingly complex. The refusal of late modernist artists to “draw well” or even to represent anything at all points to the fact that it is the artist’s dominant position in this relationship rather than his reproductive talent that confers meaning on the artwork. Yet the more the artist attacks his audience, the more he expresses his need of it. Provocation is just another form of love. Even when he just pours the paint on the canvas, the artist is trying to communicate to us a unique revelation of truth.

    The traditional art museum, the heart of whose collection consists of works of the era in which this complexification was taking place–roughly, from the Renaissance to 20th-century modernism–reproduces in its audience something of the connoisseur’s complicity with the artist. The spectator, assumed to be already familiar with the paintings, is given little information about them. The museum is a temple of art in which the visitor’s communion is presumed to be informed by esthetic competence. Cartoons of the “bourgeois” visitor nonplussed before an incomprehensible painting deny the authenticity of this communion in a particular case only in order to emphasize its institutional necessity.

    In contrast with the traditional museum, the Getty embodies a new, postmodern perspective in which communion is no longer a meaningful concept. (This perspective is not expressed in the choice of the artworks themselves: the eminently traditional permanent collection contains very few works of modernism, let alone postmodernism. There is, however, a tendency toward special contemporary exhibitions, explicable, as Matt suggested, as public relations efforts toward the local community, where, with a deadpan neutrality worthy of Warhol, postmodern ephemera are presented as seriously as the most venerable masterpieces.) Postmodern democracy has in principle put an end to the struggle between artist and spectator. Each person is presumed to be a specialist in his own field; outside it, he is expected to defer to other specialists. Because the artist too is a specialist, he should therefore be judged by specialists in his field. Specialization, far from being undemocratic, is “universalizable” in the terms of Kantian ethics. The restriction of authority to specialists means that no individual can claim a special “aristocratic” relationship to any object of study; he must gain authority by working in his specialty, by doing, not being.

    The most elaborate example of democratic specialization is no doubt the university, with its departments subdivided into fields and subfields. The Getty implements this principle in the field of art. Instead of standing in a problematically complicitous relationship with the artist, the visitor to the Getty views the paintings and sculptures through the mediation of the specialized commentaries attached to each artwork. These commentaries, useful and relatively unobtrusive, nevertheless confirm the alienating impression engendered by the overwhelming architecture and the detachment of the site from the city below. The museum is user-friendly, even interactive, but its interactivity is confined to providing knowledge to the ignorant.

    At the end of the concourse stands the Research Institute, where knowledge can be created as well as consumed. Matt and I tried to get into the library to look around, but, despite our PhDs, we were told that browsing is not permitted and that we could only be admitted to consult with a librarian about a specific project. Research is to be conducted by specialists meeting with other specialists; no enlightened amateurs here. Nothing about this incident is undemocratic, but it points up the paradoxical elitism of democracy. In principle, anyone in our broadly educated society, on obtaining the appropriate certification, can become an expert in any field. It is not consonant with democratic principles to make scarce resources available to those unqualified to make socially valuable use of them. The result, however, leaving aside that PhDs in Art History are rarely given to the sons and daughters of the lower or even middle classes, is that even the best educated layman is excluded from dialogue with the institution.

    On this apparently typical day, the museum’s demography recalled to me that of south Florida, where I could still feel like a youngster in my 50s. It is well that retirees visit museums, and normal that they do so in groups, but a museum in which the typical visitor is a senior citizen overawed by the Brave New third millennium is not a very endearing place to visit. The art collection would have to be many times as distinguished to compensate for the visitor’s sense of institutional humiliation.


    What does this experience tell us about the place of high art in the postmodern era? Postmodern culture is often described, particularly by conservatives, as one of mystification and posturing. But perhaps the simplest way of characterizing it is as a culture of specialists. This is most obviously true of what is still called “classical” music, but it applies as well to all the arts, even, within the limits of the profitable, to the popular ones. Artists who attempt to maintain the revelatory posture of “high art” can appeal only to the expertise of other artists and scholars. This is an unanticipated consequence of the progress of democracy. For mature market society is not an undifferentiated mass but an increasingly differentiated army of specialists, each jealous of an expertise acquired through years of study and practice. If we reluctantly accept the Getty as the cultural institution of our time, it is because we recognize that we are better off separated from each other by the rhetoric of expertise than brought together by the undifferentiating violence of ideology.


     

  • Spielberg’s Tales of Survival

    In preparing last week’s Chronicle on Steven Spielberg‘s Saving Private Ryan, I had occasion to review Spielberg’s preceding World War II film, Schindler’s List, as well as his more recent Amistad, which attempts to do for slavery what Schindler had done for the Holocaust. These films provide material for reflection on our popular culture and on Spielberg’s privileged role within it.

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    The most successful definition of the postmodern, no doubt because it expresses in decorous fashion the resentments of our era, is that of Jean-François Lyotard, for whom postmodernity is the era that no longer accepts the “master narratives” of our culture. (As a perspicacious colleague once remarked to me, the story of the end of the master narratives is the one master narrative that seems to have escaped the fate it describes.) My own inclination is to situate postmodernity more concretely in history in relation both to an event (World War II, Hiroshima, Auschwitz) and to its consequence for socio-political organization: the end of a century (1848-1945) of attempts to institute the utopian transcendence of the market system through some kind of “socialism.” The eternization of market society means the end of “master narratives” that express a closed, apocalyptic vision of history, as epitomized in the Internationale (“‘Tis the final conflict; let each stand in his place. / The International Soviet shall be the human race!”), including the Hegelian “master narrative” of history, as revised and corrected by Francis Fukuyama.

    Yet the most crucial event of WW II is the Holocaust, an event that, precisely, is not directly convertible into a narrative. Those who have proclaimed that after this event culture is no longer possible (Adorno: “All post-Auschwitz culture … is garbage”) are making a profound anthropological point that must, like all expressions of Jewish exemplarity, be separated out from its ethnic particularity. (To the extent that “Generative Anthropology” has a specific historical mission, it may perhaps best be stated in these terms.) As I tried to show in Signs of Paradox, the Holocaust as the “final solution” to the “Jewish question” targets the exemplary refusers of esthetic centrality whose vision of history is likewise the ironic awaiting of an unfigurable messianic dénouement.

    The “story of the Holocaust” is not tellable within the parameters of historical fiction because it cannot be assumed by any of its victims. To read about particular reactions of courage or resignation on the part of one or more of the “six million” is not really to exemplify the annihilation of the Jewish universe of which they were a part. The scandal of the Holocaust is that it can be totalized only from the standpoint of the persecutors; that is what genocide is all about. A “final solution” certainly provides a good ending for a narrative, but only if one accepts its intentions. (A well-crafted example is The Turner Diaries, the neo-Nazi novel discussed in Chronicle 90, which describes the final triumph of the “Aryan” race; only in the context of such a “master narrative” could Hitler’s successful elimination of the Jews from most of Europe be presented as a part of a historical process.) This has not prevented the emergence of a “Holocaust industry” devoted to telling the impossible story. There is no cultural paradox that cannot be made the theme of cultural discourse. But when we try to read the whole story from the standpoint of the victims, say in Martin Gilbert‘s The Holocaust, the result is less a series of events than a list of liquidations.

    To this conundrum, Schindler’s List provides a radical solution. Instead of trying to convey the horror of the Holocaust through synecdoche, it recasts it as a tale of survival. In the true spirit of popular culture, the Holocaust becomes a story with a “happy ending,” guaranteed by the moving presence in the epilogue of the real survivors who, accompanied by their (so much taller!) actor counterparts, conclude the film by placing commemorative stones on Oskar Schindler’s grave in Jerusalem. Some have reacted negatively to Spielberg’s film as a feel-good gimmick. The Holocaust is not about survival, they say, but about destruction; the survival of a thousand Jews cannot stand in for the death of six million. But in this victimary interpretation, the impossibility of telling the “story of the Holocaust” becomes in effect a critique of survival itself. Had Hitler’s view of the world been fully implemented, there would be no problem in telling the story of the Holocaust. Only Jewish survival makes it untellable.

    The Holocaust is indeed about survival, and Spielberg shows us that the story of survival is the only one that popular culture, which is to say, ourselves, can tell about it. Rather than a gimmick, Schindler’s List should be seen as exemplary of other survival stories–those involved, for example, in the foundation of Israel. It is indispensable that, as pointed out to me by Doug Collins, Schindler’s action, although it ends up as an act of charity, is at the outset and in principle a rational economic one. The Jews’ survival depends on their ability to function within market society, not as sinister conspirators a la Protocols of the Elders of Zion, but as effective economic agents.

    The unsatisfactory fit of the film as a model of the Holocaust reveals, without the need for the subtlety of textual deconstruction, the discordance between map and territory that makes culture always a part of history in the present rather than a reliving of the past. Of course the Schindlerjuden are a drop in the bucket of blood shed in the Holocaust; of course their story is not that of the six million. I will go further. Even the images of apocalyptic violence we see in the film are rendered less serious by their association with what is ultimately a positive tale with a “happy ending.” In particular, Ralph Fiennes’ portrayal of the camp director Amon Goeth, however horrible the deeds we see him carry out–using prisoners for target practice, arbitrarily shooting a dozen or so after one member of their detachment escaped–is just slightly ironic. Instead of provoking in us justified resentment of an evildoer, he is very nearly a figure of fun. This is perhaps the film’s greatest triumph: to make a Nazi “sympathetic”; it is also the reason that some Holocaust specialists intensely dislike the film. For, manipulated by Schindler, he cannot prevent the latter’s triumph.

    This is true even in the film’s most sinister depictions. When a train of prisoners to be deported to Auschwitz (and presumably to annihilation) awaits at the station, Schindler gets Goeth to have the cars sprayed with water, even to attach an extension hose for the cars at the end of the train. We are shown repeated images of prisoners gratefully drinking the water at the openings in the cars. Goeth, knowing that these prisoners will in a few days have been reduced to ash, jocularly accuses Schindler of cruelty in giving them hope. The critics of Schindler’s List agree with Goeth; I find myself in agreement with Schindler. If this humane gesture indeed took place, it would have had only the briefest effect on the lives of the Jews in the cars; hardly enough, one might even say, to justify Schindler’s diminishing his stock of influence to make the effort. But it is in this way that popular culture teaches us the virtues of esthetic “symbolism.” Schindler’s humane gesture, however futile in “reality,” is not futile in the economy of the narrative. The positive imagery of thirst-quenching it provides, even in cattle-cars headed for Auschwitz, is a model of the film as a whole, telling the only story that we can tell, the figure of survival amid disaster.

    High culture does not deal with symbolism in this way. The high-cultural model of survival is cultural, not physical, as its highest expression in tragedy reveals. The scene of culture is sacrificial, but we permit the sacrifice and find it justified because it generates a shared meaning that defers further conflict. Our selves are constituted by the mimetic desire for centrality that the tragic hero realizes; dying, he lives on in cultural memory. The victims of sacrifice once had heroic stories to tell, but the ultimate future of sacrifice is the Holocaust, where the victims are anonymous and uncountable. Afterward, there is only the impossibility of story, or the ultimately tiresome metastory of the story’s untellability. In the face of this high-cultural inadequacy, the lesson of Schindler’s List is that it is better to tell the story as comedy than not to tell it at all. It is legitimate and authentic to focus on the survivors because we too are survivors who have no right to expect tragic victims for our cultural consumption. In tragedy, survival is a problem only to the extent that we must, like Horatio, absent ourselves from felicity awhile; “felicity” is not a category we associate with gas chambers.


    Holocaust, Auschwitz–to write these words is indecent because the reader’s pain is inflicted not by the Nazis but by the author. To talk about the Holocaust, however necessarily, is to arouse resentment in those we submit to its potency. But there is a rarely appreciated advantage in this situation: evocation of the Holocaust is never PC. It is by understanding and appreciating this advantage that Schindler’s List tells its story of Holocaust survival, tells the Holocaust as a story of survival. Although, or rather because the Holocaust was the historical origin of postmodern victimary thinking, antisemitism alone of discriminatory modes is not condemned by PC–indeed, PC in its extreme forms becomes antisemitism. This, perhaps the most ironic sign of Jewish “election,” helps to explain why Schindler’s List so much better a film than Amistad, Spielberg’s flawed attempt to find a tale of survival in the Holocaust’s twin horror story, that of African-American slavery.

    If Jews are, for better or worse, immune to the poisoned gifts of PC, the case of American Blacks is just the reverse. This explains why, if “we” all become Holocaust survivors in the context of Schindler’s rescued 1100, there is no universal American “we” who can experience a similar survival story in slavery. Spielberg’s noble error was, following too closely the model of Schindler, to treat slavery as an event and present as its “survivors” a shipload of African captives who freed themselves from their chains. As the last line of the film tells us, the freed Amistad captives returned to a land in the throes of civil war. Cinque and his followers have no Israel to build; horribile dictu, they would probably have been better off as slaves in the United States than as “free” people in Sierra Leone. Their survival (for how long?) is an abstraction; it is “our” soul rather than their lives that is at stake. Hence our obligation to sit dutifully through the sanctimonious speechifying about the evils of slavery (Anthony Hopkins / Quincy Adams’ final speech takes a full quarter hour, enlivened only by low-angle shots into the sunlight and Aaron Copland– like “public-service” music), or to “participate” in the destruction of the African slave fortress (“Tell Mr Holabird that he is correct; the fortress does not exist”). The most powerful imagery in the film is that of the brutalities on the slave ship (casting dozens of chained captives overboard to ease a food shortage–yet the Africans’ revolt is portrayed before this justifying imagery, since we are presumed already to know the evils of slavery). But these are, precisely, not images of survival but the opposite.

    Amistad fails because one cannot transcend PC by substituting “real” Africans for African-Americans; the victimary resentment and rage must be worked through. Slavery, unlike the Holocaust, was not an event; surviving it was not a matter of being spared. American popular culture is rich in figures of the survival of slavery; indeed, it is dominated by them. But this figural vocabulary belongs to the culture created by slavery’s real survivors. Even Spielberg’s sentimental The Color Purple (1985, after Alice Walker) expresses this form of survival more appropriately than Amistad.


    Saving Private Ryan conveys its message far more cleanly than Schindler’s List, but only because Schindler had already taught Spielberg and his public that survival is not a morally complex operation. The skills required seem, at first glance, to be reduced to technical knowledge: for example, how to attach a mirror to a stick with chewing gum (the film’s only lesson for the young, according to the New Yorker’s reviewer). Hence the reproach of superficiality and even “immaturity” (leveled by the impeccably mature John Podhoretz of the Weekly Standard). But the technical tricks lead to victory only because they are employed by an effective human organization, one we take for granted for most of the film, but whose “deep structure” is revealed to us in a single moment of crisis.

    When Captain Miller’s squad captures a machine-gun nest after losing one of its men in a skirmish, they kill one surviving enemy soldier in a rage; a second remains, whom the interpreter befriends. Since he has no way to take prisoners, the Captain blindfolds the soldier and lets him go free. This enrages the private from Brooklyn, who threatens to desert the mission. The sergeant threatens him with his pistol, but the soldier refuses to obey. It is up to the Captain to restore order.

    We already know that the men have set up a pool to bet on the Captain’s peacetime identity; at one point, the latter had made a jocular deal with the interpreter to split the winnings when the amount reached $500. Now the Captain reveals to the men that his is the least heroic of occupations, that of a small town high-school English teacher. He then leaves the rebellious soldier free to desert, even promising to do the paper work. This anti-charismatic gesture, which defuses the scene’s tensions, illustrates the difference between a maximal social order focused on a central leader and a minimal system where leadership exists only to get the job done. Whereas the enemy soldier, in fear of being shot, had felt it necessary to shout “Fuck Hitler,” the American system as portrayed here is defined by neither adulation nor resentment of the center. The mystery that composes the Captain’s minimal charisma can be sacrificed at any time for the sake of group cohesion.


    If we see ourselves today as liberated from the tyranny of “master narratives,” it is because they were pursued in WW II to the point at which they revealed their bankruptcy. Today’s culture is “popular” in consequence, not because it cannot rise above the vulgar display of resentment, but, on the contrary, because the sufferings of the esthetic center can no longer justify identification with its violence. Steven Spielberg’s films have been a major factor in this development. Where Schindler’s List, by teaching us to understand the Holocaust as survival rather than victimage, helped preserve the cultural force of World War II from the paralysis of victimary repetition, Saving Private Ryan demonstrates the purposefulness that accompanies this new understanding.

    Resentment will always present problems, and those it will pose to the next generation are likely to make our own seem benign. History waits for no one; what makes it possible to evacuate the cultural paradoxes of one era is the burgeoning urgency of those of the next. The decline of victimary thinking in the world’s dominant culture is driven by necessity, not by some gratuitous improvement of the human soul. We should therefore celebrate all the more those forces that hasten it. The affirmative minimalism illustrated by Spielberg’s films of World War II offers our own best chance of survival in the emerging era of global interaction and nuclear-armed resentment.


     

  • Private Ryan: The Unknown Survivor

    This Chronicle is dedicated to Doug and Hélène Collins, my recent hosts in Seattle. It contains a number of ideas that emerged from my conversation with Doug following our viewing of Saving Private Ryan, some of which may find further development in a later column.

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    I believe Saving Private Ryan to be a cultural event of great significance. It is a film distinguished not only by box office receipts but impact on people’s lives. The Los Angeles Times titled its “Column One” on August 6 “‘Ryan’ Ends Vets’ Years of Silence… Younger people say they understand for first time the sacrifices that were made.” Like all works of popular culture, this film’s importance reflects not only its esthetic originality but its strategic relationship to its cultural context.

    It is simple yet sufficient to explain the first of these qualities as greater “realism.” The notion of realism is the most tantalizingly difficult of all esthetic ideas. All representation is revelatory; it can do no other than claim to show its object “as it really is.” An esthetic can only claim not to be realistic when, as with modernism, a prior mode named “Realism” exists against which it can define its own truth. Thus we may begin by understanding realism, not as a specific historical movement, but as the claim that a given representation is “more real” than previous ones. Realism in this sense is a universal function of the historicity of the human, the necessarily “progressive” nature of culture that stands in tension with the necessary “decadence” of its ritualized traditions. We may then understand Realism in its historically specific sense as the thematization of “realism,” that is, the expectation of experiencing a Realist work, independently of its content, as more real than previous works. A novel or a film appears realistic precisely to the extent that it makes earlier novels and films appear unrealistic. This process requires the unanticipated and revelatory foregrounding of some new element that “thickens” narration, at the same time deferring its end and intensifying its effect. High-cultural realism tends more toward the former pole, popular realism to the latter; in the first case, the detail nuances the violence of the narrative conclusion; in the second, it intensifies it.

    As a historical phenomenon, Realism accords significance to industrially produced detail in a bourgeois society ever more dependent on the mediation of mimetic conflict by such detail. Cinema’s original vocation–for example, in the horse-galloping experiments of Eadweard Muybridge–was the mechanically determined and therefore objective revelation of such detail. This is true of both documentary “Lumière” cinema and fantastic “Méliès” cinema–the latter being, as it had been in literature, a byproduct of the former. Films like Star Wars or Jurassic Park are as realistic in their methods as Titanic: they create illusion through the perceptible reality of their details.

    Saving Private Ryan is more realistic than earlier war films; it is distinguished by a new revelation of violence that is at the same time a new deferral of violence. What makes it exemplary is that this is the exemplary violence from which the postmodern world emergesit is our era’s originary scene. World War II is the last time that human violence, including nuclear weapons, could conceivably be fully unleashed without destroying humanity altogether. It was also the last time that market society would conceivably have to fight for survival. In retrospect, victory over Nazism now appears as the first and decisive stage in the triumph of the market system over the system of authoritarian solidarity that we may call, in the broadest sense, “socialism.” After the crushing of right-wing socialism, the end some forty-five years later of the threat of world domination posed by left-wing socialism seems almost an afterthought. For victory in WW II and the ensuing impossibility of all-out conflict guaranteed victory in the Cold War as well, although we did not see this at the time. Authoritarian systems may have a chance against democratic ones on the battlefield; they have none in the marketplace.

    Just as WW II was the occasion of humanity’s ultimate foreseeable violence, the key moment of the war–both symbolically and strategically–was the D-Day invasion that provides the subject of Saving Private Ryan. No doubt (not to speak of the action in the Pacific) the fighting in North Africa and up the Italian peninsula, the Red Army’s struggle back from Stalingrad were as material to the final Allied victory as the invasion of France, which revisionist historians have long criticized for its tardiness. But D-Day begins the final showdown between the leading powers of both sides, the one characterized by the maximalization of openness and the other by esthetic-political closure. The antisemitism that reaches its paroxysm in the Holocaust is the sign of the extreme form of this closure, which would revoke the Hebrew abolition of the figural center that is the foundation of Christianity as well as Judaism. The not impossible success of this revocation would have meant the end, or the long (“ten-thousand-year”) deferral of the liberating drive of Western culture.


    If Saving Private Ryan’s realism reveals the founding violence of the postmodern era, it is particularly noteworthy in today’s historical context that it does so while remaining entirely free of PC. There are no “majority” – “minority” relations, not even the Euro-American multiculturalism of earlier WW II films in which a group of soldiers exemplify the Melting Pot. The members of Captain Miller‘s detachment come from a varied set of subcultures, but these are never discussed; with the perhaps unfortunate exception of the Jewish soldier who, like Red Buttons in The Longest Day, flaunts his Jewishness before a line of German prisoners, ethnic self-assertion is wholly absent. Women appear, only very briefly, as mothers, wives, typists. When Ryan reminisces about his last night at home with his brothers now killed in action, he thinks of the most un-PC scene imaginable, a sexual encounter between one of the brothers and an ugly girl who, if I heard correctly, bears the name of a well-known feminist. The crudity of this scene reflects Hollywood’s own prejudices, less against women than against the great un-bicoastal Center. Crude it surely is, but it makes a point: that this film avoids the least hint of PC even at the risk of sinning in the opposite direction. In Saving Private Ryan, popular culture returns from the celebration of resentment, whether through the display of victimization or of gratuitous violence, to the memorialization of our last, foundational sacrifice.

    Private Ryan is the inverse of the deceased Unknown Soldier: he is the Unknown Survivor. (The recent DNA determination of the identity of the Vietnam War’s Unknown Soldier points up the inherent instability of this designation: no one can be expected to accept eternal loss of identity for any cause.) I hope I will not spoil the film for anyone by revealing the simple but powerful narrative trick of the frame story. When, in the opening sequence, we see an old man kneel before a grave on the plages de débarquement, the closing-in of the camera and the ensuing match cut to the Captain’s face (to which the old man’s bears a faint resemblance) leads us to think that it is he who is remembering these events. This reassures us that he will survive amid the carnage. But after the body of the film is over, we see that it is not Captain Miller but Ryan himself who kneels before what is now revealed to be Miller’s grave. (Miller’s death at the end of the rescue mission is still uncertain as we leave this scene.) The memory of the landing at Omaha Beach, in which Ryan himself did not participate, is seen through his eyes because it was his and not Miller’s survival that the landing made possible. Miller’s experience has not been lost; it has been preserved in Ryan’s, and our, continued existence.

    Culture is, before anything else, about survival. We use representation to defer violence not because it is prettier or more intelligent than prehuman communication, but because we need it to survive. Unknown Survivor Ryan and his wife, his well-groomed and healthy children and grandchildren, are the representatives of all of us. We don’t know what Ryan does or did for a living, nor do we want to know. When he asks his wife if he’s been a good man, worthy of the sacrifice of Miller and the others, he is asking the question for every American and, by extension, for every member of the global civilization that has survived the war. This is a sentimental moment that transcends all sentimentality.


    The operation of “high” art we have inherited from the Greeks relocates us from the sacrificial mob to the central place of its master who is above all its victim. In contrast, popular art imaginarily realizes our resentment in the mass destruction of this central figure and/or the acquisition of his mastery. But the historical filiations of popular culture lead, in Saving Private Ryan, and to a degree already in Schindler’s List, Spielberg’s earlier film about World War II, to the incorporation within popular art of the elevating goal of high culture–an incorporation that is at the same time its evacuation as a distinct ideal.

    The war movie justifies the imaginary exercise of violence as victory over an enemy whose triumph would mean our destruction. In its most vulgar form (e.g., Independence Day) the enemy is dehumanized and the danger he represents is assimilated to the natural calamities of disaster films. But if we simply treat the disaster film as a demonized version of the war film, we miss the originary element that it preserves: the asymmetry between periphery and center. The “enemy” is a society symmetrical to our own, but it can only figure in a war (as opposed to anti-war) film as a justified focus for our aggression. One cannot tell a good war story in the Voltairean-pacifist mode that casts a plague on both houses.

    The D-Day invasion is an exemplary war subject because we are indeed the active force and the enemy a mere obstacle to our liberating advance. The film takes full responsibility for this aggressive position, even to the point of depicting without condemnation the killing of surrendering German soldiers. In the most elaborate development of this theme, the Captain lets go free (with orders to turn himself in to an Allied patrol) a captured enemy soldier that the interpreter had befriended. This angers one soldier so much that he threatens to desert the mission–a situation resolved only by the Captain’s revealing his hitherto secret–and non-heroic–peacetime occupation. But in the final battle sequence, this same enemy soldier, who had returned to combat, is recognized and killed by the interpreter after, paralyzed by fear, he had failed to come to the aid of a comrade killed in hand-to-hand combat: his first act as a real soldier. The viscerally non-violent intellectual is made to understand that peace itself must be in principle defended through violence.

    The realization of resentment in justified violence is the fundamental hallmark of popular as opposed to high culture. Yet in this film it is inseparable from the necessity of historical remembrance. We must recall the sacrifice of other lives for ours, and the modality of this sacrifice is not, as the narrative trick of the frame story reveals, reducible to their mere martyrdom. The final battle sequence is, in itself, a story of survival; the little squad’s task is to hold a bridge until reinforcements arrive so that it may be used by the Allied army. Not just Ryan but the Captain too is a survivor, even if his survival through the invasion’s perils ends here. Were we to see the Captain and his men solely through Ryan’s knowledge of them, we would not sufficiently appreciate their roles as survivors through violence who enable our own life of peace.

    Saving Private Ryan is by no means a celebration of violence, but what turns its violence against itself is not the esthetic irony of high art. The Captain is no Oedipus whose acceptation of guilt is the ironic prolongation of his central role. Like the GIs he commands, he just wants to return, his duty done, to his wife and family. Historical objectivity itself provides a sufficient deconstruction of mythical narrative through the critique of sacrificial violence. The convergence in this film of the techniques of popular art with the aims of high art realizes at last the aims of a mature postmodern esthetic: to appeal to collective identity, yet so minimally as to exclude no one. The threadbare transparency of the flag that opens and ends the film, which some have interpreted as a sign of the weakness of patriotism, is a sign rather of this minimality. To identify ourselves with those who fought under this flag in World War II is to demonstrate a national pride that lets through as much human light as possible.


     

  • The Art of Resentment

    Our waning victimary era has been boundlessly indulgent toward crude renditions of resentment from those it identifies as oppressed. A recent example is Girls’ Town (1996), where a band of friends, led by the ineffable Lili Taylor, “empower” themselves by spraying graffiti and trashing the car of an abusive boy-friend; Leonard Maltin praises these resentful fantasies as “painfully unsentimental.”

    Yet properly formalized expressions of resentment can go much farther than car-trashing. I recently saw on cable Liquid Sky, a low-budget production that, I was astonished to learn, dates from 1982-83. This bizarre but beautiful film, the unique work of its director (Slava Tsukerman), is an elaboration on “Pirate Jenny”‘s song in the Threepenny Opera, the source of the key phrase of Chronicle 1 : sie wissen nicht mit wem sie reden [they don’t know whom they’re talking to]. In this hotel maid’s song, a warship arrives in the harbor and shells the city as she presides over the execution of all its inhabitants (“Hop-la!”); the ship then departs with her on board. In Liquid Sky, the ship is replaced with a UFO. The use of science-fiction in this film confirms the thesis advanced by Markus Müller in his recently completed doctoral dissertation (see his “Reconsidering the Fantastic: An Anthropological Approach” in Anthropoetics II, 2) that the fantastic is a mask for human violence. Aliens don’t kill people, people kill people.

    Here is a plot summary of Liquid Sky written for the Internet Movie Database (us.imdb.com) by Marty Cassady (martyc@vt.edu):

    Invisible aliens in a tiny flying saucer come to Earth looking for heroin. They land on top of a New York apartment inhabited by a drug dealer and her female, androgynous, bisexual nymphomaniac lover, a fashion model. The aliens soon find the human pheromones created in the brain during orgasm preferable to heroin, and the model’s casual sex partners begin to disappear. This increasingly bizarre scenario is observed by a lonely woman in the building across the street, a German scientist who is following the aliens, and an equally androgynous, drug-addicted male model. (Both models are played by Anne Carlisle, in a dual role.) Darkly funny and thoroughly weird.

    The aliens manifest themselves only in the distorted vision of their “eye,” as revealed through brilliant low-budget special effects (it’s a lot cheaper to modify the image in the camera than to photograph large-scale models a la Titanic). Margaret, the main Carlisle character, is a girl from an upper-crust (“Mayflower”) background whose terminal boredom with family expectations of marriage and barbecues has led her to the City and thence to drugs and bisexuality. In the first scene that gives a picture of her passive, resentful personality, she is raped after being lured back to the penthouse apartment she shares with her lower-class drug-dealing girlfriend “Adrian” on a false promise of cocaine. The next sexual sequence, with her former professor-lover, ends with the death of her orgasmic partner. The professor (professor of what? this is the comic-strip world of professors without departments) does not “disappear” as per the summary, but is killed by what appears to be a long glass shard through the back of his skull; the same is the fate of her succeeding partner, a drugged-out writer.

    The sci-fi explanation may be “weird,” but it clearly follows the principles of the fantastic transformation of mimetic desire. If the aliens are seeking the pheromones of orgasm, they won’t find them in Margaret, who is sexually indifferent to the men she copulates with. After the second death, she addresses the aliens as friends. Realizing that sex with her is deadly, she begins, as she puts it, to “kill with her c…,” seducing and dispatching her “male” double-rival and finally the rapist of the first scene. On the way, she also regretfully disappears her street-tough roommate, who insists on having sex with her despite its obvious danger.

    Margaret’s last kill owes nothing to aliens or to magic powers; she stabs the German scientist in the back after he goes to her apartment to warn her of the dangerous aliens. In the final scene, we watch her through the eyes of two “straight” women climbing onto (and above?) the roof during the departure of the flying saucer. She flutters in a kind of cosmic wind, but is not destroyed, and we are led to imagine that, like Jenny’s “ship with eight sails and fifty cannon,” the saucer has carried her off in some new and unimaginable form.

    The brilliantly eerie music and psychedelic images convey the heroine’s resentful imprisonment in endlessly repeated simulacra. Her roommate Adrian (played with raw power by Paula Sheppard), who recites a chilling poem over the dead body of Margaret’s professor-lover, exudes a fully believable ferociousness. That it is passive Margaret rather than tough Adrian who survives, killing off in the process all the masculine characters including Adrian herself, reminds me of one of my favorite movie moments, the conversation in Visconti’s The Damned (La Caduta degli dei) between the macho SA-man and his decadent-artist cousin who has joined the (victorious) SS. The latter informs his soon-to-be-dispatched interlocutor that real power lies not in self-indulgent bluster but in the icy submission of one’s will to a higher necessity. What the Führer is for the SS-Man and the pirate ship for Jenny, the aliens are for Margaret: a force outside herself that realizes, better than she could hope to herself, her own resentful desire.


    What is it that inscribes the deaths of Margaret’s lovers within an esthetic experience where the car-trashing is mere barbarity? What allows the stylization of resentment to reveal rather than disguise its violence? Are we merely dupes of the “narcissistic” image, or does this image have its own truth to reveal to us?

    The hoary esthetic paradox that the ugly repels us whereas its artistic representation satisfies us is resolved as soon as we reformulate it, as all esthetic questions should be reformulated, in the ethical terms of the originary hypothesis. To defer through representation the ethically ugly, that is, the violent, is to perform culture’s essential function.

    But “representation” is not a simple given. To represent the collective trashing of a car as a form of valid self-assertion, drawing us in from timid kicks and scratches to the “courageous” heaving of a cinderblock through the window, is to invite us to join the ugly mob. To find this esthetically valid reflects, if not simple moral degeneracy, then submission to PC (which is a second-level form of moral degeneracy). One turns a blind eye to the formal parallel between these girls and a lynch mob from fear of appearing to condone the sexual abuse for which their act is presented as retribution. Such “revolutionary” attitudes provide a poor basis for art–and, as our century has abundantly taught us, an even worse one for politics.

    In Liquid Sky, despite our sense that genuine and understandable emotions of hatred are being conveyed, our participation in them as desire-objects is never justified or explained away. On the contrary, the “fantastic” deaths become increasingly voluntary, leading up to the quasi-murder of the rapist, and Margaret’s alibi disappears altogether at the end when she kills the German scientist. The latter is Margaret’s “double,” and her superior in his lack of hedonism; he is able to deliver his warning only because he has steadfastly resisted (in a schlock-comical sequence) the advances of a lonely woman, the mother (?) of the “male” model, from whose apartment he observes the flying saucer and deduces the activities of its alien inhabitants. In murdering this innocent truth-teller, the heroine assumes full responsibility for the previous deaths as projections of her desire.

    I am not claiming that the spectator does not “identify” with Margaret. To show us an esthetic image is by definition to propose it to our desire and thereby to construct ourselves as its subject . But identification is not irresponsible participation. Margaret’s revenge, like that of Pirate Jenny, is something we are made to understand, even to sympathize with, but we experience resentful desire as destructive of the self rather than therapeutic of it. Margaret’s final disappearance is not apotheosis but annihilation as a human being.

    The final ambiguity as to whether she is really on board the ship brings this home. In the real world, there are no violent aliens, only resentful alienation. The film figures the latter by means of the former; this is the structure of all fiction. But it cannot figure the paradoxical transcendence of the human to which resentment ultimately aspires. The UFO can only exist in relation to the human world; to represent it as a utopia where Margaret can realize her true desire would deprive the film of all moral seriousness. Liquid Sky becomes a work of art by resisting the temptation that all art must resist: the fall into an imagery of mass resentment that prettifies participation in the sparagmos.

    The ultimate figure of resentment, like that of divine love, is disappearance from the human world. The transcendent universe of signs as the end of our desire takes us beyond the human. Artworks that realize this going-beyond of all imagery reproduce humanity’s originary construction of a formal sign of the Being that we cannot possess–that, as the Mosaic tradition reveals in its interdiction of “graven images,” we cannot even figure without destroying ourselves through mimetic violence. Liquid Sky‘s “weirdness” is the sign under which it faithfully performs the function of all art: to demonstrate that the figuration of this violence is at the same time the de-figuration of the self that would embody it.


     

  • Beyond “Generative Anthropology”2. Resistance to (Mimetic) Theory

    In a more or less egalitarian society, where people are loath to give credit to others’ ideas without the guarantee of “expertise,” originary thinking is vulnerable to the accusation of being purely speculative. The originary hypothesis is in principle empirical, but it is not one that any conceivable factual discovery could falsify. “Falsifiability” is the primary criterion of science, following Karl Popper’s point that a scientific hypothesis can never be confirmed by data, only falsified. It is important to note, however, that this is the case only for universal hypotheses such as “all swans are white.” Just the opposite is true for the “existential” hypothesis “some swans are white,” which no data can disprove but which a single observation can confirm. Perhaps we should begin to think of anthropological hypotheses as being of this type.

    A pragmatic criterion of theoretical truth is the enhancement of the life-possibilities of its potential adherent. In the context of academic research, this would suggest that a theory is “true” to the extent that it facilitates further investigation by the reader. No doubt such a criterion makes little sense in the “hard” sciences or mathematics, where it is sufficient to rely on one’s intuition of “elegance” or “significance” to determine what problems need be solved while leaving the stricter notion of “truth” to more formally verifiable criteria. But in the anthropological domain, things are not so clear. The closer one gets to fundamental matters, the less it is possible to separate the process of modeling from the phenomena being modeled. Hence the empirical hypotheses of the social sciences are pragmatically useful precisely to the extent that they do not raise fundamental questions about the human. The science of economics, for example, is rigorous only to the extent that it can take the fundamental principles of the market for granted. Marx’s ingenious economic argument for the inevitability of socialism is a demonstration of the unsuitability of economic models for broad historical speculation.

    Specialists in the social sciences tend to question the usefulness of any non-specialized starting-point for anthropological reflection. Any idea of general validity, so the argument goes, will emerge in the natural course of already-established research programs. Thomas Kuhn’s metamodel of scientific research as the elaboration of a series of “paradigms” both reflects and consecrates this tendency. New paradigms emerge, but they are created by specialists in the field to solve the same kinds of problems as the old paradigms. One field may be transformed by the adaptation of a paradigm from another field, but there is no room in the picture for nonspecialized reflection. This attitude makes perfect sense in the natural sciences, where the only valid sources of knowledge are those developed within the fields themselves. An amateur physicist can do valid work only if he possesses essentially the same technical knowledge as a professional; any insights into the composition of matter that we obtain through everyday experience are best kept to ourselves.

    But this is not true of the fundamental anthropology that underlies the social sciences. On the contrary, these sciences’ inevitable specialization makes it imperative that some form of general reflection remain outside their purview. The nature of human action is distorted by any perspective that seeks to reduce it to a set of predictable models–within which the model-maker’s own activity both must and cannot escape accounting. Yet however necessary reflection on fundamental human questions may be, it is not a specialty capable of becoming a legitimate academic “field.” If what I have called “generative anthropology” is truly “a new way of thinking” irreducible to philosophy, academic anthropology, religion, or “critical theory” as practiced in Humanities departments, it must be able to show potential adepts a way in which it will improve their lives–in academic terms, the way it can enrich their research programs–without necessarily constituting a research program of its own.

    Which returns me to the familiar notion of resentment. The originary hypothesis defines the human by its deferral through representation of mimetic desire; in other words, by its resentment. What guarantees the value of René Girard’s mimetic anthropology and its generative prolongation are the “triangular” phenomena of mimesis unrecognized in any systematic way by the social sciences or even the Humanities. It is worth asking the question why this is “necessarily” so.


    I recently ran across a book that gave me some insight into this question. Michael Bernstein‘s Bitter Carnival: Ressentiment and the Abject Hero (Princeton, 1992) presents the Abject Hero as a transhistorical, one might even say anthropological figure, from Horace’s Satires through Diderot (Rameau’s Nephew) to Dostoevsky and Céline, with its prolongation in two postmodern murderers, the better known of whom is Charles Manson. I admire not only the subtle literary distinctions Bernstein sure-handedly draws among these figures, but above all his ethically responsible disquiet at what he perceives as the current fascination with them, a fascination he is honest enough to recognize in himself as well while avoiding both defiant defense and simple-minded denial.

    Bernstein borrows his primary anthropological model of the Saturnalian figure from Bakhtin’s “carnivalesque,” which is referred to throughout the book. Yet his one brief reference to Girard expresses sympathy for the mimetic view of the “carnivalesque” as against that of Bahktin:

    René Girard’s Violence and the Sacred offers a view of the Saturnalia diametrically opposed to the one endorsed by Bakhtin, and although I am far from sharing all of Girard’s conclusions, his vision of the “mimetic violence” underlying the carnival’s rites and his description of the revelers’ Dionysus as a “god of homicidal fury” contains a salutary counterbalance to any populist and idealizing optimism (p. 36).

    This sentence is all too typical. Girard’s ideas are interesting only as a “counterbalance” to those of an officially guaranteed theorist. His broader conclusions about carnival are dismissed without argument in a ritually apotropaic gesture (“I am far from sharing all of Girard’s conclusions”); Girard’s work on Dostoevsky, certainly relevant to Bernstein’s lengthy discussion of this author, is nowhere mentioned. I would venture to speculate that it is precisely because Girard draws “conclusions” from his conception of mimetic violence that his work is dealt with in this cavalier manner.

    To take up the Abject Hero as a literary-critical topos is to insert the “dialogic” or “carnivalesque” figure within a ritual framework separated from everyday behavior. Roman Saturnalia and Christian Carnival provide moments of reversal within a context of order. For Girard’s “fundamental anthropology,” such festivals express the very essence of culture, the homeopathic discharge of violence. The lord or king that one mocks on the feast-day but must obey on all others is revealed as dependent for his authority on the paradoxical structure that the rite openly embodies. The sacrificial victim and the king are two variations on the same theme, as Frazer’s The Golden Bough already abundantly shows.

    To claim that the authority-figure whose authority is (mock-) challenged in the carnivalesque context derives his authority from the originary form of that very context is to situate resentment and its deferral at the center of culture. This defeats the very purpose of Carnival, which is to isolate the homeopathic discharge of resentment in a specific time and place. Girard’s point is that this isolation is necessarily strategic rather than ontological; all our rites perform essentially the same function of “deferring” the mimetic violence that reveals itself in the Saturnalia. Bernstein could not openly contest this point; his work, triggered by the story of a 60s acquaintance who committed a murder (and escaped punishment through the charisma of his Abject Hero personality), is neither an antiquarian study of a family of rituals nor even a historical study of a certain type of personage. But, precisely, he does not contest the centrality of resentment to culture: he simply refuses to theorize it, presumably as one of Girard’s “conclusions” that he does not “share.”

    This gesture of denial, unimportant as it may have been in the overall economy of the book’s composition, is an indispensable act of liberation. For however great the importance Bernstein attaches to the Abject Hero, however much he insinuates that this figure, in his very mimetic unoriginality, has become the ghost that haunts all of us, he never tells us this in the context of anything resembling a “falsifiable” anthropological theory. In order to attract our interest to his book, the author does not propose a “theory” at all, but a singular, “existential” figure. The Abject Hero is whatever we make of him; Bernstein merely proposes him to our attention and prompts us to seek within ourselves the causes of his fascination for us.

    The modesty of this theoretical mode is akin to the “showing, not telling” style of successful literature. However we affect to have abandoned the values of traditional “mimetic” literature, music, and painting, in the critical realm, showing and not telling remains the norm because it is more esthetically pleasing, because, in a word, it offers us a figure that minimizes our resentment. The fact that, in the case at hand, the image is itself a figure of resentment is not taken specifically into account by the work’s theoretical apparatus; the Abject Hero is, presumably, one of many “interesting” figures. Thus the deferral of resentment through the choice of the figure and the resentment incarnated by the figure are never brought into relation. Surely on this subject, at least, the mimetic theory of desire cannot be dismissed as a theory of “content” irrelevant to the study of esthetic form. Yet Bernstein must dismiss it a priori, foreclose it, in order that his own work be realized at all.

    The last thing I want to suggest is that this foreclosure is an idiosyncrasy of Bernstein, or that Bernstein is a particularly resentful or paranoid critic. On the contrary, if insanity is, as Foucault’s disciples still like to claim, merely deviation from the norm, then it is Girard who is paranoid in his insistence on mimetic violence as the central theme of culture. In contrast with Bernstein’s reader, the reader of La violence et le sacré is not asked to determine for himself the range of application of the model therein presented. Girard entitles his last chapter “l’unité de tous les rites”–the unity of all rites, all ritual, revealed by a single fundamental theory. In the nineteenth century, this is what the reader wanted; today, it is the last thing he (she?) wants. Does this make the theory less valid? Is anthropological truth subordinate to pragmatism? These are the questions my reading of Bernstein inspires, and that I will attempt to answer in the coming weeks.


     

  • Beyond “Generative Anthropology”1. Deferring Resentment

    Resentment is the one category that cannot be deconstructed. Nietzsche, who discovered the power of resentment, was destroyed by it at the same time. For to discover resentment in another is at the same moment to discover it in oneself. Only resentment can know resentment; yet resentment knows nothing, since it distorts the reality of what it observes. Nor can anyone reveal resentment without being contaminated by it; history only gives us models for putting it off, for spreading it thin enough to let some light pass through its opacity. No “genealogy,” no act of deconstruction can separate itself from the construction of the order it resents. No use of language can represent, and defer by representing, its own resentment, yet all of culture is nothing but this attempt.

    To resent is to deconstruct the pretensions of a central figure; deconstruction is resentment in action. French deconstruction, following Jacques Derrida, sees the text as a spurious claim of centrality resentable and therefore–an a priori obsessively confirmed through close reading–resentful. The American school, following Paul de Man, finds in the ineluctability of resentment the basis for an esthetic: the artwork acknowledges the resentment that the discursive text pretends to ignore. Where the theoretical text claims to be objectively separated from the resentments it describes, the artwork allows no separation between representation and what is represented. Art “deconstructs itself” in anticipating and attempting to satisfy the resentful eye of the beholder, with its suspicious question “what’s in it for me?”

    Today we no longer share the faith in art that once lent it privilege in the deferral of resentment. We can begin to circumscribe the era of this privilege–roughly from Kant to Andy Warhol–as that of an immature market society where one could claim, as writers like Théophile Gautier did in the 1830s, that the values of art could be separated from the values of commerce. But the very fact of speaking of “values” reveals that the world of art is no more than an extended double of the market. Emma Bovary, who “consumes” novels as imaginary models of compensatory behavior, is a harbinger of the future. The esthetic is never reduced to simple “utilitarianism,” but its label can only offer a blanket guarantee for as long as the beholder can appreciate “beauty” in the Kantian mode as an autonomous source of pleasure. Art is presumably less resentful than expository prose because it shows us in sensual images what the latter tells us with concepts; the image demonstrates what the discourse only expounds. But the very comparison is already the beginning of the fusion of the two modes. The revelatory, “autoprobatory” nature of images becomes too dangerous, too painful–too resentful–to believe in. Once the image appears as a supplementary gift of the text and not the representation of a revealed truth, its esthetic status has been “bracketed,” and “texuality” is born–born to be deconstructed.

    But it is one thing to describe another’s text as “metaphysical” and to situate one’s own text in its “margins,” and another to describe the text as resentful and one’s own as only more subtly so–and therefore more worthy of resentment. The discourse of what we call “theory” demystifies on the condition of not mentioning the very principle of its demystification. Not to speak of resentment is the simplest way to defer it.

    If I have made one contribution to classical scholarship, it is my reading of the first word of the Iliad, menin, the accusative of menis, generally translated as “wrath,” as resentment, the resentment of Achilles against Agamemnon for having taken away his captive with impunity. What we admire in the ancients was that they dared speak openly of resentment, and by this very act made it something other that what Nietzsche would condemn as the hypocritical ressentiment of Judeo-Christian societies. But to hold Christianity responsible for the current theoretical silence around the concept of resentment and mimetic theory in general is hardly to do justice to historical specificity. Christianity remains the source of the deepest ethical insights of Western liberal democracy, including Nietzsche’s own; the horrible failure of twentieth-century revolution should put an end to Enlightenment illusions about the virtues of dechristianization.

    I witnessed the reticence surrounding the concept of resentment in the discussion on “compassion” that followed Stacey Meeker‘s talk on “Witnessing” last year (see Chronicle 97). A few GA veterans pointed out that the “compassion” that attracts us to victims was not a simple “emotion” but a mask for the guilt that reflects our fear of the other’s resentment. “Compassion,” like “true love,” is a utopian category of desire that exists only at the horizon of all the mimetic tendencies with which it must constantly do battle. (On this score, the Christian understanding of desire shows itself far superior to the Nietzschean.) But the other members of the audience would have none of this. They felt compassion, and that was that. Like the fictional characters analyzed by Girard in Deceit, Desire, and the Novel, they refused to admit the possibility that they could experience mediated desire.


    Why is this so? My esteemed colleagues at UCLA have finally forced me to face up to the reality that Douglas Collins has been trying to get me to understand all these years. As he puts his Schumpeterian insight, the modern market must insulate itself from the resentment it generates, and the sociological instrument of this insulation is the “institutional middle class,” the market equivalent of Milovan Djilas‘s “New Class,” Max Weber‘s bureaucracy with a moral rather than merely structural function. This class, which has become the backbone of the Democratic party, is centered in the “helping professions”; in the academy it is particularly dominant in the Humanities and “soft” social sciences. Its function is to dissimulate resentment by the production of what Collins likes to call “empathic” effects.

    The claim that what Robert Sheaffer–an interesting “amateur” theoretician of resentment to whom I shall return in a future column–calls “envy control” is the founding principle of human society strikes me as more valid by every reasonable intellectual criterion than, for example, Richard Rorty’s popular idea, borrowed from Judith Shklar, that the good society is one that avoids cruelty. The idea of avoiding cruelty is so sanctimoniously self-serving, in a word, so sacrificial–Cruelty as the black-hatted Bad Guy–that it makes me nostalgic for the Aztecs who supplied themselves with protein by slaughtering their neighbors; no mealy-mouthed hypocrites there! But this Nietzschean reaction, however natural, only plays into the hands of the “institutional middle class,” with its “empathic” notions of compassion and cruelty-avoidance. As proof, Nietzsche himself has become a hero of this class, which is to say, of the Left, which he execrated. His revaluation of all values is now, with fitting irony, put to just the opposite use to that for which it was intended: the consecration of the victimary. This should be a warning to all thinkers who dare speak of resentment.

    I have never quarreled with this analysis, but until now treated the revelation of the truth of the system as a goal independent of the system itself. But now I realize that for this revelation in turn to add new degrees of freedom to the system, it must be made not simply available but accessible to the membership of the liberal democracy in which we operate–the worst of all systems with the exception of all the others. This is the real challenge that Generative Anthropology must now attempt to meet, even at the cost of no longer calling itself ” Generative Anthropology.”

    If GA’s true public is not the empathic class but the “general public” that the empaths must ostensibly protect from the realization of its own resentfulness, then GA must find a new mode of expression. To despair of finding this mode is to despair of its anthropological validity; if this truth is truly liberating, then it must be expressible in such a way as to liberate.

    If we want to maintain the position that human culture operates by deferring resentment, we cannot avoid taking into account the resentment this very position arouses. Only if it can successfully meet this challenge will originary thinking enter its second phase and begin to contribute more actively to human thought. To put this in more positive terms: regardless of its power, if an anthropology arouses resentment rather than love, it still has room for improvement. For GA to remain faithful to the very premise of minimalist thought, it may be necessary no longer to speak of “GA.” Originary thinking is not a doctrine; to create what is truly a generative anthropology, it may be preferable to stop calling it “Generative Anthropology.” However I may insist on its minimalism, the mere fact that it bears a name is a liability. The ancient Hebrews are still with us because they understood that to give a name to the central principle is to falsify the dynamic nature of its centrality.


     

  • Personal Origins of GA 4. Class and Universality

    As I begin the fourth year of these Chronicles, I am more convinced than ever that the ethical models or “anthropologies” that we create are framed as solutions to our personal situations in the world, but not in a simple manner. For the formulation of these models is a means of resolving the problems they purport to solve, not directly, but through the intermediary of one’s success in promulgating one’s solution to others. Yet a trace of the originary problematic remains, not because we can think back to the moment when we faced “the world” bereft of imaginary recourse to authorial fame and fortune, but because this very possibility depends on freedoms already present in the original milieu. It is not naive to seek the originary in the present once one understands that the nature of human temporality defines each situation by the possibilities it allows for fleeing it.

    In describing these situations, we need something like the Marxist notion of class, which our era has enlarged to include gender, ethnicity, race, and the other “ascriptive” qualities of physique, age, handedness…. Yet the narrow understanding of theory as class ideology is a perfect example of what this understanding purports to denounce; it might be dismissed as sophomoric pseudo-sophistication were it not so effective in serving the self-interest of those who proclaim it. By denouncing “bourgeois universality” as the ideological instrument through which the bourgeoisie dissimulates its power, one dissimulates one’s own far cruder acquisition of power on the basis of strident particularism. If indeed “all is political,” then all that should matter is the degree to which the nakedness of political power is deferred. It is one thing to attempt to justify one’s values as universal, and another to simply justify those values as one’s own. In this regard, victimary thinking lacks–deliberately forgoes–the crucial nuance that separates sacrificial from post-sacrificial thought. As our century of victimary resentment comes to a close, perhaps we can appreciate a little better the bourgeois virtues.

    The late Lucien Goldmann, one of the few recent Marxist thinkers worthy of the name, is remembered today chiefly for his thèse d’état on Racine and Pascal, Le dieu caché [The Hidden God] (Gallimard, 1959), where he develops an esthetic based on the coherence given by “great artists” to the praxis of their social class. What Goldmann would later call “genetic/generative structuralism” (le structuralisme génétique) found many revelatory connections between the Jansenist movement (and the two great writers associated with it) on the one hand and the situation of the 17th-century noblesse de robe on the other. It was less successful at making specific correlations between class praxis and broader categories of esthetic form such as the modern novel, no doubt because its Marxist underpinnings focused it too narrowly on the public sphere of production. I am reminded of this limitation, yet also of the spirit of Goldmann’s own project, in directing Karen Andersen’s doctoral dissertation, which persuasively seeks the origin of the modern “analytic” novel (roman d’analyse) in a specifically feminine experience, that is, in the category of human activity that most fundamentally resists the public sphere of economic production. Such research is fundamental to our understanding of the human, which exists only in the mediating space between the particular and the universal.


    I say this as a prologue to a series of reflections by means of which I would like to clarify in what sense Generative Anthropology is the expression of my own personal history. I have no taste for personal confessions, but in light of recent experience, I think it is important to define as clearly as possible the aspects of my own background that led me to transmute René Girard‘s mimetic anthropology into something as curious as GA. It has become more urgent for me to determine–for myself, but also for those whom my thinking might influence–whether GA reflects what Goldmann would have called the praxis of a well-defined social group or merely a bizarre individual’s yearnings for fame. The binary division is, of course, made to be deconstructed. The praxis of a group is realized in the activities of a diverse set of individuals whose diversity is increasingly thematized as essential to the welfare of the group. Thus at a certain point the “group” may come to be understood as a set of individuals who define themselves by their non-membership in the group. Such is the perverse situation into which I was born.

    The modernist is always (already) in the process of renouncing his privileges and recapitalizing this renunciation as “culture.” As a member of what used to be called the “white collar” class, I have never felt that I possessed sufficient privilege to be able to capitalize its renouncement. My hostility to modernism is that of a latecomer to the “universal” high classical culture that absorbed and survived the Romantic revolt, but on whose decadence the modernists avidly fed. Modernism is the extreme form of the esthetic aristocracy’s war against the “middle class” as representative of the market system.

    It would be easy enough to create a portrait of this intermediate stratum in my own image. It is profoundly “meritocratic” because resentful of the essential (as opposed to existential) merit that is the hallmark of aristocracy. If today it has neoconservative tendencies, this reflects its lack of sympathy for group victimary privilege. But this vision fails to reflect my own divergence from the liberalism of this class, which is to say, its own modestly modernist tendency. Most of the members of my class–even defined in the most literal sense as the Bronx High School of Science class of 1957–have become true liberals, not merely beneficiaries of liberalism. Accession to higher cultural and financial standing has generated in my classmates a mildly guilty sense of privilege–one that, despite modest worldly success, I have never shared.

    My particular place in and relationship to the lower middle class reflects that of my parents. My father finished college and law school and even passed the bar examination, but never practiced law. In the depths of the depression there were no paying jobs; in order to marry my mother, he clung to the security of the Post Office, where he had worked throughout his college years. So many sacrifices for nought; he remained all his life a postal clerk, incapable of dealing with the extra pressure and inconvenience of even the lowest supervisory position. My father was an educated man, but not a cultured one: the education never really sank in. My mother, an orphaned member of a better-established family, was always attracted to the trappings of culture and “gentility,” yet unwilling to push my father to help her acquire them.

    Does this analysis suggest a mimetic relationship between father and son, mediated by the mother’s cultural attitudes? The attempt at “class” analysis seems to dissolve in a mist of socio-psychological detail, which Sartre alone of major thinkers has attempted to sort out by means of his “progressive-regressive” method. But while honoring the reflection that culminated in an immense study on Flaubert (L’idiot de la famille), I would prefer to find in my own (auto)biography not infinite detail but a simple model, a heuristic by means of which to show how the ideas of GA both reflect and universalize the fundamental relationships to the world that I learned from my early milieu.

    The idea that we are all bound to particularity to the same degree, that we all universalize our particular experience with the same naive insistence, denies the conditions necessary for its own emergence. One’s adherence to one’s own culture always takes place against a background of cultural attitudes that offer models of both imitation and distancing. The dual nature of mimetic desire as a universal human characteristic makes both attraction and hostility inextricable. As soon as I take on a cultural attitude of belonging, I permit its thematization, by myself or by others, and consequently its “antithetical” denial. The Hegelian dialectic, like all other operations of human culture, is a figure of mimesis.

    The “universal,” or better put, the originary position in culture cannot be the privilege of any class. But there are individuals, found in greater concentration in certain social classes than others, whose relation to culture is more abstract and therefore more “minimal” than others’. At the center of the continuum between affirmation and denial lies not equilibrium but a neutrality that reflects the lack of affective bonding. One predisposed to disaffection is more likely than another to become the spokesman for a universalist understanding of the human. To step back from the concreteness of culture is to privilege resentment over love and the power of identification. In contrast with the “humanist” gestures of the privileged toward Man in general that mask their neglect of humanity in particular, the movement of abstraction reflects a merely tentative relationship to one’s social milieu, geographical place, level of achievement.

    What most distinguishes GA from other secular ways of thinking is its insistence on starting from an explicit rather than an implicit hypothesis. (Although religious thinking denies its hypothetical nature, the religious “act of faith” in fact poses its own originary hypothesis.) By naming the hypothesis, and consequently naming itself as a “doctrine,” GA offers a target to resentment that in medias res approaches avoid. It eschews the self-serving “smallness” that my colleague Doug Collins has persuasively enthroned as the essence of modernism. To proclaim that “small is beautiful” is to seek and acquire power in the most concentrated of institutions.

    What the neomodernists of the postmodern era oppose to the originary hypothesis is not a better hypothesis, but no hypothesis at all. GA’s “democratic” universality, which imposes a minimal constraint on the human, is confronted with the “aristocratic” alternative of ostensibly unconstrained particularity. But the democratic alternative, in its minimality, defines an aristocracy of the spirit, whereas the aristocratic denial of universality performs the democratic function of allowing each participant to retain the myth of his or her inviolate self-substantiality.

    Just as the market operates by exchanging values ostensibly independent of it and even hostile to it, most people in democratic society would rather be implicit aristocrats than explicit democrats. The minimal hypothesis, because it is a part of the culture to which it applies, cannot escape the laws of desire even as it defines them. For the first time in history, the “truest,” most universal doctrine is not simply condemned and suppressed, but simply ignored, because it lacks a clientele among the groups that form the liberal-democratic social order. That there is no “class” for which GA is the ideology is all too clear; this is what confines it to the marginal position that the apostles of “smallness” claim to covet but ever flee in practice. Its truth-claim remains confident, however, if only because it is the one way of thinking that dares to affirm, without falling into the Nietzschean abyss, the necessity of ressentiment. I have borrowed many terms from Derrida, but not this one. Yet supplement, margin, remainder, hymen, frame, différance itself are merely its figures.


    Much more needs to be said on this topic. This Chronicle only makes a few gestures toward the social matrix from which GA emerged, the milieu where every content of desire is a failed mask for mimetic form that, to quote a book title by my Bronx Science classmate Marshall Berman, “melts into air.”