A New Series
Alongside the philosophical interventions and occasional philoso-poetic evocations I regularly share book reviews on the site through two series: Readings and Learning From History. The former focuses on newer works and the later on older books which, on re-reading, made me think about a contemporary problem in a new light. Today’s post marks the first installment of a third series: Thinking Along With … In this new occasional series I will literally think along with a phrase or verse from a novel or poem that, for whatever reason, grabbed and held my attention. I read literature mostly for the pleasure of the whole, of dissolving into an imagined world or being opened to new ways of experiencing the world by poetic metaphor. But I also read literature because it opens my mind in a way that reading philosophy does not. Since the novelist or poet is under no obligation to argue in a formally rigorous way, they can deal more freely with ideas. The literary treatment of an idea– a marking off of some feature of psychological, social, or natural reality as worthy of attention from some perspective– is often more profound than its philosophical unpacking, because a meaning can be suggested that does not need to be dissected in the cold light of analytic reason. I thus often find myself ‘thinking along’ with a character’s thoughts or a poetic verse, seeing where it might lead beyond its meaning in the context of the work. When I explore the philosophical implications of those ideas I am not drawing inferences or trying to prove conclusions. I just let the idea make suggestions to me and see where they go. The idea is a like a clearing that allows me to see something in a new light, but does not necessarily generate all the arguments or evidence that would be needed to support a conclusion were I to put the idea to work in a philosophical paper. The new series suggests that not everything of philosophical importance can be proven and reminds readers that we often learn more by following than by trying to lead.
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Musil’s classic The Man With No Qualities is about Ulrich … the man with no qualities: no moral centre, no ambition, no substantial character, no fixed convictions; he is not exactly a searcher and certainly not a political rebel but is perhaps best thought of as an iconoclast, an ironic skewer of the traditions which were becoming unsettled in 1913 Vienna where the novel is set. The unfinished novel is constructed as a series of episodes that alternate between interior monologues and dialogues which explore different dimensions of the decaying culture of pre-war Vienna: the tensions that were about to explode into World War One and destroy the Austro-Hungarian Empire (whose pretensions Musil hilariously deflates), but also the corrosive effects that a scientific world view gradually consolidating itself was having on traditional moral codes and values. Ulrich is an unambitious but talented mathematician unwillingly drawn into helping plan a year-long celebration of the upcoming 70th anniversary of the rule of the current Emperor, His role as secretary for the planning Committee provides him with the material for his acidic observations and provocations which orbit around the question of how traditional morality can survive the nihilistic implications of the scientific world view. If it cannot, what morality could take its place? And if all moralities are unfounded, what can constrain the darkest desires of men and women? The influence of Nietzsche and Freud are not difficult to discern.
In the course of one of his philosophico-scientific ruminations Ulrich is struck by a thought which, when I read it, helped focus some vague thoughts that I entertain from time to time about the importance of a humorous disposition towards life. “Suddenly … it struck him that only serious people could really be evil.” I thought: that seems true, I have thought something similar, but what is it about serious people that make them uniquely fit to become evil? And I thought: serious people are the rigid rule followers of the world, the people who do their duty no matter what the implications for others. They are the people who cannot see the human being behind the principle. They come to the fore in decadent and crisis-ridden periods– like 1913 Vienna and 21st century America. They promise to set things aright by unwavering adherence to the rules. They are the Tom Homan’s of the world who shout over the din of crying parents and children that there are immigration rules and they must be followed. The rules are good, therefore following them is good, and therefore he is good: even if his commands deport children who need cancer treatment, or rip families apart, or send masked armed thugs to terrorize PhD candidates.
The serious people are the Benjamin Netanyahu’s of the world, who point to the book of sovereign rights when people try to direct their attention to the pile of rubble and bodies that their commands have created. The serious people simultaneously assume responsibility and deflect blame. They are the courageous one’s who do their duty … until others point out that their doing their duty has destroyed hospitals, killed doctors, nurses, patients; has flattened university campuses and schools with 2000 pound bombs; annihilated whole families, incinerated the tent cities that refugees were ordered to move to, poisoned agricultural land for generations, and vaporized the infrastructure of human life. When these human realities are pointed out the serious people say: although I do my duty– I am a serious person, a person who does what needs doing– it is not I that caused the destruction, dismemberment and death, it was the other side, they forced my hand. Since I act on principle I do my duty, and doing my duty is good.
But what lies deepest in the character of the serious person? Perhaps fear? I think that the serious person insists on the rules being followed even when they destroy the lives that rule sin general are presumably in place to protect Imagine because they are afraid: afraid of others, yes, afraid of disorder, true, but I think perhaps even more deeply afraid of the power of the world to go its own way, of the independence of the world from their own will. The insistence on principle is an attempt to reduce the world to will. But since the will is part of the world and not the world a function of the will the effort is bound to fail. But since the serious person cannot see the person for the principles, they cannot recognize their own futility of their efforts.
How awful it must be to be so sacred of everyone and everything in the world! They are like like a rabbit zig-zagging across a field, looking right and left for wolves and up for eagles and owls, never just leisurely taking in the sights and sounds of its environment. The rabbit is not wrong to worry: there are eagles and wolves, but the serious person mostly sees sheep in wolves clothing, making enemies of people who would not be enemies if they were left alone. But they cannot leave others alone, because they are not only principled, they are missionaries who think that it is their duty to not only follow their principles, but make everyone else follow their principles too.
And that is how bodies get piled up to the moon.
Serious people are evil because their blind adherence to duty forgets that principles are valuable only to the extent that they improve our lives. The Lord created the Sabbath for man, not man for the Sabbath. There are no rules about how to rest and refresh ourselves for the hard work of living: free time is an open space to do with as we will. We don’t need Pharisees laying down laws about what we can and cannot do.without. As with the Sabbath, so too life: life was created for people to enjoy, not people to be fit into some priest-class’s theory of how it should be led.
The serious people will counter with some sermon or other, citing some Scripture, holy or profane. They will say that God, or History, of Science says… They might appeal to the pious Kant, who said we should tell the truth even if the soldiers are at the door wanting to arrest and execute a friend hiding in our house. The rules say … and so I must obey, and so should you, and if you do not, then, although it hurts me, I have to kill you to save your soul. I have to burn the village to save it. I have to, I must, there are rules, there are principles, it;s just how it is …
But Kant also said that we must always treat human beings as ends in themselves and never only as means. Evil people remember only the first side of Kant and ignore the more important second side.
If serious people are the source of evil then the solution is not to change the principles that people are serious about– there are plenty of serious people on the left, too– but to change our dispositions: to become less serious.
“Can we help loving the world when we simply see it and smell it?”
If we could just realize that the world makes itself available for our enjoyment we could relax our grip, cooperate on the basic tasks of living, and otherwise leave each other be. To be unserious does not mean to not care: care is outer and other directed, it seeks to preserve the object. The principles of the serious person, if I am correct, at inner-directed, they are concerned with the person’s conception of their own integrity, which they will preserve even if they have to kill everyone else.
We must become the opposite of Leibniz’s monads. They were pure interiority, singularities without windows. We must become pure exteriors, surfaces that reflect the beauty of the world to each other. Beauty is neither in the eye of the beholder nor in theories and philosophies of the Beautiful. Beauty is in the object which attracts the beholder. The person who is open to the beauty of things reaches out to others in the spirit of sharing.
But then the problem. Ulrich again: “Yet we can’t love it because we don’t agree with what is in people’s heads.” He returns us to his first insight. The spirit of seriousness is the spirit that makes it impossible to leave people to their pleasures because it cannot stand different mindsets. But the unserious person knows that the world will feed atheists and religious believers alike. Since both groups need to eat, they should break bread together rather than try to convert the other side. By all means discuss and debate, but at the end of the evening, if there is still disagreement, both sides should go away smiling that they were all alive for the dinner and dialogue.
Dialogue and willingness to live with disagreement is not the same as indifference to truth and value. Push pin may not be as good as poetry, but are you willing to kill to make people memorize verse? If people prefer pushpin let them play, while keeping the door to the library open in case they get bored and want to read. And let them read what they want. Shakespeare is better than Superman comics, but maybe the free exploration of the comic book will lead the person to want to explore more challenging texts in time. So don’t burn any books, keep them all in the open libraries of the world, and let people find their way inside. There are many Shakespeares, many literatures, and many more yet to be invented. Canons are for serious people, the joy of words, better, the joy of the worlds we inhabit, natural and cultural, is not the conclusion of an argument but an experience borne of openness to the given and built outside our skulls.
The workings of the worlds that we build do need rules, but these should be treated as rules of thumb: guidelines for how to get along. An unserious approach to politics would treat social rules the same way children treat rules of games: adaptable to their needs and desires at the time and not written in stone. At their best children want to play together, not win at any cost. Like children we should invent to rules so as to suit our needs and change them when they prevent us from having fun together.
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