One. The elements:
metanarrative (e.g. the various world religions; capitalism;
progressivism); cultural narrative (e.g., I will be happy if I become
a mother; I will make a good living if I work hard and get a good
education); archetypal narrative (e.g. the protagonist becomes a
scapegoat, or undergoes something resembling death and resurrection);
plot (a series of causally linked events in which the protagonist either suffers a terrible fate or faces and overcomes conflict).
Two. Postmodern
resistance to metanarratives, because they have been shown to be
untrue – either because they made predictions that have proved
false (e.g., the revolution of the proletariat), or because awareness
of other cultures' metanarratives makes it impossible to both be
tolerant and continue to assert the exclusive truth of your own.
Three. We can either
continue to cling to metanarratives, with an increasing sense of
anxiety, since the existence of others is a threat to our beliefs; or
we can do without them. A world without a metanarrative is one in
which what happens is up to us.
Four. I don't know what
it's like to adhere to a religion, or to adhere religiously to a
particular thinker or system of thought – Marxist, Freudian,
feminist. I see spiritual traditions as depositories of wisdom, myth,
ethics, symbols, metaphors, therapeutic techniques, and techniques
for accessing different levels of consciousness. They combine
philosophy, psychology, myth, and ritual. They can be a source of
ethical energy and they can be a source of violence (they're hardly
the only source of either). I don't see how any religious person can
believe their tradition is right
while also respecting the beliefs of others and the position of the
atheist; or how they can have faith without believing that their
tradition is right. The
only way this could work is if you think that all religions have
tried to apprehend the transcendent and the best way to do so is not
through your own tradition but through all traditions. That makes
sense logically but may not give believers what they are getting
psychologically from believing in their tradition.
Five. When I was a
teenager I liked the existentialist idea that there was no God, and
therefore no objective ethics, so I could choose how to live my life
based on what I, personally, valued. Later (after reading about
Wittgenstein's late philosophy?) I realized that this made no sense: I
can choose to live according to values that aren't the culturally
dominant ones, but I can't choose what I value. There are a
finite number of things that human beings are capable of valuing;
many of them conflict with each other; and at any given moment, one
may be in ascendance in the culture while conflicting ones appear as
minor strains. So, for example, feminism (the liberation of women,
the equality of women) has always been around as an idea, but until
the idea of human rights became culturally ascendant, it could not
affect the lives of women on a large scale.
Six. Two meanings of
meaning: signification and significance (i.e., value). They come
together in the idea of moral intelligibility: when bad things happen
to good people, or good things happen to bad people, or the
punishment outweighs the crime, we feel that the situation is morally
unintelligible, and begin to wonder if our lives are meaningless. In
fact it's so important to us that the world be morally intelligible
that we find it almost impossible to escape from the notion that
might is right.
Seven. The situation we
desire is good things happening to good people. That would be a world
that was intelligible, and meaningful, to human beings. Accordingly,
suffering is meaningless – unintelligible and without value –
unless we can find some value, and therefore meaning, in it. And
after all, it's not that there is a fact of the matter: it's all
interpretation. It's not quite that there's nothing either good or
bad but thinking makes it so: true, but human beings can't make
themselves think that suffering is, in itself, good. However, you can
interpret an event as completely senseless (say, if you want to
emphasize the human cost of a disaster, disease, or epidemic) or you
can find some good that has come out of it. You can think of the
latter case as God setting you an interpretive challenge. (See
Donne's Devotions.)
Eight. As Northrop Frye
points out, the protagonist of literature descends in status through
the centuries: from gods to heroes to kings to ordinary people to
ordinary people in deterministic conditions. Only once the
protagonist is an ordinary person do we think that the job of
literature is to represent reality, and by “reality” we mean the
quotidian.
Nine. However, even
during this phase, plot requires exciting events to befall the
protagonist. A typical plot of the Victorian novel is a fairy
tale-like wish fulfillment fantasy in which the low-born hero or
heroine rises in social status through marriage or the inheritance of
a fortune. Sometimes this fantasy is attached to a nightmare of guilt
(e.g. Jane Eyre, Great Expectations), perhaps
acknowledging the human cost of anyone rising. Sometimes it turns
into a nightmare, as in the fortune hunter plot, which can be played
for Gothic thrills (The Woman in White) or for realism (The
Portrait of a Lady). Here, “realism” means the pleasure
principle giving way to the reality principle: reality turns out to
be more complicated, and more full of compromise, than the naive,
optimistic protagonist, so full of belief in her own power and
judgement, imagined. (This is a frequent theme of the 19th
century novel, differently realized in Middlemarch, and
differently again in Pere Goriot.)
Ten. Modernism gets rid
of plot because the quotidian is, by definition, uneventful. The 19th
century novel purported to represent reality, but it turns out that
just meant that (to use Frye's analysis) the hero had no more or less
power over the situation than the reader would.
Eleven. Literature may
embody cultural narratives, or it may challenge them.
Twelve. Just because a
work of literature challenges a cultural narrative doesn't mean that
it doesn't have a plot. An American Tragedy challenges the
American cultural narrative of equality based on social mobility, but
it very much has a plot: a boy sets out to make his fortune and gets
close to attaining the fortune and its erotic embodiment in the
upper-class woman who goes with it; but due to contingencies, he ends
up impregnating a lower-class woman who'll keep him tied to a life of
poverty and low status; tragedy ensues with her murder and his
execution, although technically they're both the victims of the
cultural narrative. This is double realism: not only does the
pleasure principle give way to the reality principle, but a false
cultural narrative gives way to reality.
Thirteen. Note that
plot isn't something impossible or even implausible. The plot of An
American Tragedy is so effective because it's completely
plausible (in contrast to, say, the plots of Great Expectations
or Jane Eyre); in fact, Dreiser based it on a real criminal
case. Modernism doesn't reject plot because it's implausible
(although particular Modernists may have used that rationale), but
because Modernism restricts itself to the quotidian. Different notions of
realism: the protagonist who is typical of his society in the sense
of embodying its contradictions vs. the protagonist who is a typical
member of his society in that his life is uneventful.
Fourteen. The
literature that we still study, especially the 19th and
early 20th century novel, normally challenges cultural
narratives; or if the wish fulfillment fantasy triumphs, as it does at
the end of Pride and Prejudice, cultural narratives have at
least been severely interrogated. The novel of this period is
strongly engaged with reality (here meaning: the world outside
the work of literature) and therefore with cultural narratives.
Romance and Romanticism, in contrast, are involved respectively with
the world of legend and with subjective states; Modernism is also, in
its own way, more interested in subjectivity than in social
reality.
Fifteen. The Gothic
novel is, often, the nightmare version of the wish fulfillment fantasy
of marrying up in class: instead of a poor woman happily marrying a
rich man, a rich woman is victimized by a man who purports to be able
to fulfill her fantasies. When played for thrills, this isn't a matter
of the pleasure principle giving way to the reality principle but of
pity and fear being converted into pleasure. The underlying archetype
of the woman sexually menaced by monsters goes back to romance and
reappears in the slasher film; the fortune hunter's female
counterpart is the femme fatale, originally the sorceress of romance
who distracts the hero from his quest. Both are fantasies/nightmares
of sexuality destroying identity.
Sixteen. Let's
hypothesize, then, that works of literature typically do not
reinforce cultural narratives, but rather challenge them. Why, then,
do we fear that works of literature tell us lies about reality? Why
Don Quixote and Madame Bovary?
Seventeen. In Don
Quixote, comedy is generated by the clash between levels of
decorum: put a high mimetic hero in a low mimetic world and see what
happens. The world in which Don Quixote moves is no truer-to-life
than the world in which he thinks he moves, except that it has no
magic in it – but only as a matter of literary decorum. But while
only an insane person would take romances to be true, Emma Bovary, a
reader of romances in their modern, erotic sense, is much closer to
us: she has been led to believe by media focused on wish-fulfillment
that she will find fulfillment in consumerism and a great love. In the
first place, they're not easy to come by: she can only indulge in
consumerism by going into debt, and her lovers can't live up to her
expectations. And neither consumerism nor passion is fulfilling,
either. As much as Clyde Griffiths, she's the victim of cultural
narratives, although in her case they come to her through novels.
Eighteen. It was often
thought – and we can see it especially in Don Quixote and
Austen's Northanger Abbey – that novels dealing with the
fantastic could make avid fans lose touch with reality. In the case
of Emma Bovary, they simply set her up for disappointment. The
quotidian has nothing in it that can fulfill her desire for big,
exciting meaning; like Anna Karenina, she rejects Levin's solution of
finding meaning in the small and daily.
Nineteen. Sheila Heti
is Emma Bovary in reverse: she claims that life is much more
interesting than a novel. Where might this impression come from?
Novels only know how to tell a few stories: there's tragedy and
“realism,” in which the reality principle triumphs; comedy and
romance, in which wish fulfilment triumphs; and melodrama, in which
fantasy becomes nightmare and nightmare becomes a source of pleasure.
These stories speak to longstanding human longings and fears, but
they don't much resemble the average reader's life. The fact that
they are things that you want to happen to you or fear
happening to you shows that they are not what is happening to
you. Now in our late, “meta” Western culture, which has produced
not only The Anatomy of Criticism but TV Tropes, we
already know all of these stories. Life, in contrast, by the very
contingency that makes it so precarious a source of meaning, offers
surprise (as in Heti's conversations with strangers in How Should
a Person Be?).
Twenty. Contingency:
when you write, you learn to take out anything that doesn't matter to
the plot, or the description of “one complete action,” as
Aristotle put it. If you want to make your story more life-like, you
reintroduce a little contingency.
Twenty-one. We've
learned that a realist novel can challenge cultural narratives and
still have a (plausible) plot. It's also possible to have a
nihilistic narrative with a plot. Plot=/=meaning. Film noir shows
couples who are driven by lust and greed and who still can't get
ahead even after they've committed a crime for that purpose. Their
failure can be read as evildoing being punished, but the tone of the
genre makes it seem more like meaning can be found neither in human
nobility nor in success. These are human beings in conditions of less
power or freedom than the viewer, the pulp counterpart to a certain
strain of Modernism (e.g. Kafka). Noir couples are enslaved by their
passions and by a deterministic universe that is out to get them.
Twenty-two. One of the
things I appreciated about Roberto Bolano's 2666 was that by
being plotless in the sense that nothing was resolved and it wasn't
clear what, if anything, the various protagonists learned from their
activities, and by refraining, through this plotlessness, from even
the suggestion of authorial commentary, it retained the essential
mystery of its subjects: mass sexual violence; the legacy of European
fascism; and the hope that we (although an increasingly small number
of us) place in the figure of the writer. Anything that could be said
about them, any attempt to draw meaning from them – even by
pointing, with an owlish solemnity (as Frye would put it), to
their lack of meaning – would be hopelessly trite.
Twenty-three. At the
same time, 2666 provides the illicit thrill of runaway
contingency. In literature, contingency is a daring hint of
meaninglessness that also points to a fullness of meaning. If you
have a character talk about things that are inessential to the plot
(as Shakespeare sometimes does), on the one hand, it's meaningless:
the reader or audience member's trained brain will try to find some
way to relate it to the plot, and fail. On the other hand, it hints
that this character is more than a plot function: he has his own
life, his own subjectivity, of which we only get a glimpse. He could
be the protagonist of another story. 2666 is nothing but a
series of such digressions, and can only work within a context of
expectation in which the reader imagines that eventually most of
this, or some of it, will be tied together. That it is not suggests
that the stories continue off the page, and that nothing less than a
full description of every quotidian detail of every character's life
and psychological quirks will adequately represent that life.
(Compare the biographies of Nazi Literature in the Americas,
which are compressed versions of such lives.)
Twenty-four. Life is
contingent, literature is not. Normatively, in literature every event
has meaning, i.e., significance. In literature, if a character
brushes their teeth, there's a point to it: it's important to the
plot; or it's a character point (this character is hygienic); or it's
for mood (showing the character going through their daily routine
before the plot gets going). In life, if you brush your teeth, the
only point is to get your teeth clean.
Twenty-five. Say it's a
misunderstanding of literature to think that it ought to be
true-to-life, whether we think that it's more interesting or less
interesting than life. What about other, apparently truth-telling
narrative forms, like history or memoirs?
Twenty-six. The
audience for memoir wants the story to be story-like, i.e., “a good
story,” and also wants it to be true. These are contradictory
demands, and lead to scandals over partly or entirely falsified
memoirs, as well as “literary memoirs” and “novels from life”
that purport to be part-true and part-fictional, with which is which
unknown to the reader. The roman a clef has always been this, but its
moral flaw was to pass itself off as fiction (when really there was
no invention involved – for shame!), whereas the new memoir's moral
flaw is to pass itself off as fact (when really there was invention
involved – for shame!).
Twenty-seven. One
sub-genre of the new memoir, the ordinary-person memoir, zeroes in on
“the story you have to tell.” The idea being that even ordinary
people – people who are not writers and not celebrities – have
had at least one thing happen to them that makes a good story. But
what makes a good story? Maybe it's inspirational (how I got off
drugs; how I traveled the world and found meaning; how I traveled
the world and got off drugs; how I live with an illness; how I
survived abuse). Maybe it takes you inside a world that you would
never come in contact with otherwise (drug addiction, mental illness,
prison). Maybe it tells you about a discrete unusual experience –
like what trying to get a book published is really like. “Really
like” is key: the reader believes that by reading the memoir they
bypass cultural narratives and fictional representations.
Twenty-eight.
Obviously, then, the new memoir has sub-genres, and leads aspiring
memoirists to try to squeeze their “true stories” into those
sub-genres.
Twenty-nine. A
favourite memoir sub-genre of writers is the loved one's death (e.g.
The Year of Magical Thinking). Clearly in this case writing
may serve a therapeutic purpose; and it may also be hoped that
reading it will. The subject also presents a challenge to the writer:
to extract maximum meaning from maximum meaninglessness. “Meaning”
here means profundity, which may be achieved through focusing on the
absence of meaning – on the absolute contingency of events combined
with their relentless horror. It is important, here, that the writer
doesn't embellish; that the writer tells us what death, one of the
favourite subjects of both literature and religion, is really
like.
Thirty. The writing of
an autobiography often starts at a certain point in a person's life –
generally, when they feel that they've reached a stable point,
however temporary, at the end of a journey. The autobiography then
tells the story of how they got to where they are: how the young man
became an artist; how Augustine became a Christian. It is to view
one's life through a particular filter, not to attempt to look at it,
or recount it, without any filter.
Thirty-one. A noir
protagonist also looks back, but from a point of desperation –
maybe even death (as in Sunset Boulevard).
Thirty-two. Our lives
have meaning, and narratives have meaning, but our lives are not
narratives, and therefore do not have meaning in the same way that a
narrative does. The confusion arises because we are so used to
putting our lives into narrative form or applying narratives to our
lives – whether metanarratives, or cultural narratives, or the
stories we tell ourselves every day about why we do things and why
things happen to us.
Thirty-three. Generally
speaking, we feel that our lives have meaning if they're going well –
which is why the ending of a comedy doesn't raise questions about
meaning. There are limitations to this: if your life is going too
well, you might feel spiritually empty, or guilty, or bored, or
useless. For most people most of the time, though, questions of
meaning – of moral intelligibility – are raised when a crisis
occurs (death, illness, job loss). Or if you have suffered your whole
life, you might ask questions not only about the meaning of your life
but about whether life has meaning at all.
Thirty-four. The
libidinous protagonist, who is after social status, money, and a wife
who represents these things, or a wealthy or respectable husband,
doesn't exist anymore. Romance is the genre in ascendance, at the
movie theatre and among readers, but no longer as a depository of
shared cultural lore – founding myths and quasi-historical heroes.
Fantasy is now not even subjectivized, as in Romanticism, but
individualized, and, like the cult of celebrity, provides maybe the same quality of spiritual experience that you can get from the cult
of the saints. On quality TV, white male protagonists like Don Draper
and Walter White grapple with their masculinity, privilege, and
entitlement, and touch tragic status by creating Dad fixation in the
audience.
Thirty-five. Then
again, America never had the kind of comedy in which the hero or
heroine sought social status through marriage. That plot appeared in
the early 20th century novel – in An American Tragedy
and Alice Adams, for instance. But in the classical Hollywood
romantic comedy, hero and heroine act like equals, despite their
genders, and despite whatever difference in social status there may
be. If they do marry above their class, which isn't that often, that
wish-fulfillment isn't the point of the story; the wish-fulfillment
involves their relationship's playful enactment of democratic ideals.
(American film comedy, which is now largely comedian-comedy, is still
the same thing, but with two men instead of a man and a woman. The
romantic comedy plot has been relegated to the “chick flick,” and
is about the female protagonist's relationship with romance, or
sometimes shopping, not with a man.)
Thirty-six. Nor, it
seems, can inequality in America today be represented by a
protagonist who tries to marry above their class. Today one tries to get ahead by going into
debt to get a university degree (or two, or three), which may turn out to be a different kind of tragedy, but which doesn't speak to
the libido in the same way.
Thirty-seven. Tragedy
and comedy have different kinds of “meaning.” Tragedy is
intelligible because one can see how the protagonist caused the
terrible outcome. It is mysterious and fascinating because one can
debate the protagonist's responsibility, especially when, like
Oedipus, he didn't understand what he was doing; or, like Cordelia,
she couldn't possibly have predicted the outcome. Tragedy is somewhat
intelligible: if it were completely intelligible, there would be no
drama, and no mystery of human life. And that mystery is part of what
we mean by the meaning of human life.
Thirty-eight. The
supreme tragic hero is Adam, who is spectacularly punished, and all
mankind through him, for breaking an arbitrary taboo. Hence, tragedy
(including the Genesis story itself) represents the feeling of human
beings that they are somehow responsible for the terrible things that
befall them, because to be human is to be imperfect, but not wholly
responsible, so that life and morality remain largely mysteries.
Thirty-nine. Comedy is
not causally intelligible, but it has meaning anyway – because, as
I pointed out above, we don't question meaning when things go well.
In comedy, the protagonist has a libidinal goal (money and a woman:
the woman may have the money, or the money may get the woman); the
villain blocks him; the villain is defeated; and boy gets girl in a
happy ending. Melodrama is closer to this plot than to the tragic
plot. In melodrama, the villain has a libidinous goal (the heroine's
virtue, or, in the less racy version, her fortune); the hero stops
him; and boy gets girl in a happy ending. In comedy and melodrama,
that is, disaster is averted at the last moment, and the ending, as
Frye points out, is manipulated – which is to say, unbelievable. It
is more unbelievable in the case of melodrama, because libido has
been thwarted; whereas the ending of comedy is the uncomplicated
triumph of the pleasure principle. The only reason we're willing to
believe the happy ending of melodrama is that we're so relieved that
the heroine has been spared.
Forty. Yet even though
we know that narrative fiction is not a representation of reality, we
still often consider true-to-lifeness a virtue in it. But we have
different ideas about what that means. For the unsophisticated,
true-to-life means having characters with goals and motives. For the
sophisticated, true-to-life may mean exploring the consciousness of
one character or a few characters, through whose eyes we see the
world, rather than watching, from the outside, characters try to
achieve their goals through their actions. In the case of the
sophisticated story, the character may not seem like she has any
goals that extend beyond the immediate future, or that require heroic
action. For example, in Mrs. Dalloway the heroine's only goal
is to get ready for her party. The sophisticated hold that the
quotidian is true-to-life; all of the drama is below the surface, and
has to do with choices regarding relationships, social status, and,
ultimately, whether life is worth living.
Forty-one. Other
Modernist or Modernist-influenced novels (Beckett's, or Bolano's) may
give us characters who have no goals at all and seem to drift
aimlessly through life. If you have big goals, your life has a
purpose – one kind of meaning. If you have modest goals, you may
start to question whether your life has meaning, but you may, like
Clarissa Dalloway, be able to affirm that it does. After all, don't
the majority of people have modest goals, even if that's not what
they write about in the history books or in novels? If you have no
goals, presumably your life has no meaning (it's absurd), but that
may or may not be a concern to you. You may continue to be driven by
your own obsessions, which are obscure to those around you. If you
have enough characters like that, as Bolano does in his big novels,
you recreate a feeling of meaning by the sheer inexhaustible and
inexplicable variety of human beings.
Forty-two. The
sophisticated reader may say: fringe characters, like Beckett's,
understand that meaning is a lie; everyone else tells themselves lies
in order to muddle through in a morally unintelligible universe that
itself has no ultimate goal. It's not so much, then, that it's true
that the typical human being has no goals, as that these atypical
human beings are closer to the truth. This kind of Modernism, or
interpretation of Modernism, takes Emma Bovary's and Anna Karenina's
extreme stance of rejecting the reduction of our expectations brought
about by the weakening of metanarratives and cultural narratives that
was the result of, first, the blow that the scientific revolution
delivered Christianity, and, second, to compound it, the blow that
the two world wars delivered Enlightenment hopes.
Forty-three. Reality TV
is actually much less true-to-life than realist fiction (or Modernist
fiction that explores subjectivity), not just because the editing
creates narratives for the people on the shows, but because those
people tend to become archetypes for the viewer.
Forty-four. We work out
the meaning of our lives through narrative fiction. Reality TV
characters become archetypes that we use to make intelligible the
desires that drive us, not as individuals but as human beings, at a
deep level. Cultural narratives give our lives shape by telling us
what we want and how to get it; often, they are lies. Metanarratives
tell us that all of human history, and perhaps the universe, has a
shape and a goal. When metanarratives are uncertain and cultural
narratives are in low esteem, we have to lower our expectations; for
those who can't do that because their egos are too ravenous, the idea
that human life has any meaning, or adequate meaning, becomes a lie.
Forty-five. The reason
we can't uncomplicatedly think of human life as having meaning is
twofold: being purpose-driven, human beings want to believe that
their own lives, and the universe they're in, have a purpose; and
suffering makes life morally unintelligible. Freud thought that love
and work brought adequate meaning to human life, but meaningful work
can be hard to come by (or make a living by) and love, even when it
is found, can devastate and disappoint. As metanarratives and the
cultural narratives dependent upon them recede, erotic love has to
bear more meaning, but due to the nature of erotic love, that can
lead to disaster: to murder and suicide. And we live in a culture
devoted to profit, whose cultural narrative is that consumerism will
bring happiness, rather than a culture devoted to meaningful work.
Forty-six. Reality
principle and pleasure principle, objectivity and subjectivity: the
life we are born into has no necessary correspondence to what would
make us happy.
Forty-seven. Is it ever
the case that the job of the writer is to show us what life is
“really like”?
Forty-eight. Yes –
when you're counteracting cultural narratives.
Forty-nine. Also,
perhaps, when you're pushing at the limits of what can be
represented. (Joyce, Bolano.) I don't mean the formal limits, but
rather the cultural ones. The novelist makes us look at what we don't
want to look at, because we feel shame or horror.
Fifty. And when you're
reacting against non-realist characterization. To think that Harry
Potter or Bella Swan or Batman are
supposed to represent real, complex human beings is to misunderstand
the function of an archetypal character, but the overwhelming
popularity of archetypal characters makes the realist writer, who is
always reactive, want to show that human beings are more interesting
than archetypes. But behind that well-meaning desire is the old
puritan fear that misleading representations will put fans out of
touch with reality.
Fifty-one. The writer
gives us fantasies or combats fantasies. Frye and Fiedler, reacting
against the WASP elevation of realism in academe, wanted to focus on
the first role, because obviously, that is what is literary about
literature; but this is confusing, because literature presents itself
as telling the truth and takes human life as its subject.
Fifty-two. It is of the
nature of the human activity we call storytelling to be confused
about its relationship to reality or truth. There is never a point at
which the activity of literature does not make some claim about being
related to reality: myths are supposed to tell the truth about gods
and legends and romance about (distant) history; while realism is
supposed to give an accurate representation of actual life. Only with
Romanticism do we arrive at the idea that the truth contained in the
narrative is metaphorical in nature. What we won't accept is for a
story to be a lie. This is why we're so on edge about memoirs and
even more on edge about the Bible.
Fifty-three. The story
has an inherent relationship to truth. The parable, the simplest form
of story, is a way of communicating a moral truth that can't be
better communicated by any other means. Literature, as Frye says,
turns away from direct or factual statement – because the facts do
not have an exclusive hold on truth. (Given all of this, it's no
wonder Frye thinks we haven't even begun to understand what
literature is.)
Fifty-four. The
universe may have no purpose, but human beings have built-in values.
It may be that the story of human beings will end in disaster; at the
same time, we seem to have the raw moral materials to be able to turn
things around. Which, interestingly, corresponds to the Christian
notion of free will: sufficient to stand, but free to fall. Although
of course free will vs. determinism is a debate that predates
Christianity.
Fifty-five. The
universe produces life, which in turn produces consciousness. You can
think of the universe as having become conscious through conscious
beings. If human beings turn out to be suicidal by virtue of the very
mechanism that allows us to flourish, the will to dominate, then life
itself has a flawed design. After all – as mystery religions such
as Christianity attest – animal life requires consuming other life
to live. So life may be inherently tragic for conscious beings who
are able to recognize other conscious beings. And although domination
and self-destruction would seem logically to be opposed tendencies,
they don't seem to be so opposed psychologically in human beings
(hence Freud's theorizing of the death drive).
Fifty-six. Reasons for
the inadequacy of the quotidian. With the modern European novel, the
European audience for literature for the first time consumes stories
about people like themselves. Audiences were used to locating meaning
(i.e. significance) in the realms above them, whether social or
supernatural: the quotidian was precisely what it was not
worth telling stories about. Stories were for commemorating and
broadcasting the doings of the gods and the astonishing deeds of
heroes, and misfortunes only mattered if they happened to the
high-born. When, now, we read tabloids and gossip about celebrities,
we follow the same impulse; we may seem to be critical, but the Greek
and Roman gods were notoriously misbehaved. The public mourning for
Princess Diana is another example (not only a celebrity but a
princess!), or our continuing fascination with Elvis and Marilyn
Monroe. So the quotidian was a realm where, by definition, nothing
significant could happen. Although Protestantism challenged this,
increasingly locating meaning in the private realm – and especially
(in keeping with its emphasis on the individual's conscience) in the
interior realm of subjectivity. That, now, was where all of
the exciting stuff was going to happen: e.g. the drama of judgement,
and anxiety over judging correctly, that we see in Jane Austen's
heroines, which becomes interpretive hypertrophy in Henry James's novels.
Fifty-seven. At the
same time, the factual conception of truth was gaining ascendancy
with the scientific revolution. Not only did science challenge the
factual basis of Christianity; it increasingly made it seem as though
factual truth were the only kind. Human beings' ravenous desire for
meaning, which had been satisfied by story in the sense of myth, was
not going to be satisfied by a factual quotidian world. It was
possible to carry on and find meaning, but the immense psychological
difficulty is dramatized in both Anna Karenina and Mrs.
Dalloway, in which the author has one character choose to live
and one character choose to die.
Fifty-eight. A story
has meaning in that it communicates a truth, having to do with
our desires and/or fears, that cannot be communicated as a direct
statement. If I hear a true story, and it resonates that way with me,
it's because it has a parabolic or archetypal quality. A story gives
meaning if it offers an explanation of reality. Not just any
explanation, though, because the laws of physics offer that, but a
hopeful, redemptive, optimistic one, in which justice, peace, and
happiness will eventually reign. A metanarrative not only explains
the way the world is, but also renders it morally intelligible. (American capitalism would seem to be a partial exception: although propaganda has associated it with democratic freedom, its real appeal is not to social justice but to individualism. All it offers in the way of moral intelligibility is equality of opportunity and the idea of the individual's power over his or her destiny. It does not say that something is wrong that will eventually be fixed, but that, contrary to the appearance of injustice, everything is the way it should be already.)
Fifty-nine. My life has
meaning because I have things that I value and I try as much as
possible to build my life around them; but when a cultural narrative
fails me, or when a crisis occurs, my life or life in general may
become morally unintelligible to me, until I find some new source of
meaning. We are not lacking for them, even if consumerism is not one of them. I don't know what it would mean to say that human life in
general or the universe have a purpose, but they are both
fascinating. The odyssey of human beings through religious and
scientific phases, from imaginative speculation about the origins of
the universe and life to evidence-based, but just as mind-blowing,
speculation about them, is staggering; so is the fact that all of
this co-exists with fundamentalism, McDonald's, and the brink of
environmental and nuclear disaster.
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