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Contending with Stanley Cavell
Russell B. Goodman, Editor
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
CONTENDING WITH STANLEY CAVELL
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CONTENDING WITH STANLEY CAVELL
EDITED BY
Russell B. Goodman
1 2005
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In memory of my father Lester Morris Goodman
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Contents
Contributors ix Introduction 3 1. Cavell on Skepticism 10 Richard Rorty 2. On Refusing to Begin 22 Stephen Mulhall 3. Cavell’s “Romanticism” and Cavell’s Romanticism 37 Simon Critchley 4. Cavell and the Concept of America 55 James Conant 5. Rethinking the Ordinary: Austin after Cavell 82 Sandra Laugier 6. Cavell and American Philosophy 100 Russell B. Goodman 7. Guessing the Unseen from the Seen: Stanley Cavell and Film Interpretation 118 Andrew Klevan 8. The Avoidance of Stanley Cavell 140 Garrett Stewart 9. Responses 157 Stanley Cavell 10. Passionate and Performative Utterance: Morals of Encounter 177 Stanley Cavell Selected Bibliography 199 Index 201
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Contributors
STANLEY CAVELL is Walter M. Cabot Professor of Aesthetics and the General Theory of Value at Harvard University, Emeritus. A list of his publications is given in the bibliography of this volume. JAMES CONANT is Professor of Philosophy at the University of Chicago. He has written articles on Kant, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, William James, Frege, Carnap, and Wittgenstein, among others. SIMON CRITCHLEY is Professor of Philosophy in the Graduate Faculty, New School University, New York, and at the University of Essex, England. He is author of five books, among them Very Little . . . Almost Nothing (second edition, Routledge, 2004), from which the contribution to this volume is taken, and most recently On Humour (Routledge, 2002). He is currently working on the philosophical significance of the poetry of Wallace Stevens and on a theory of the ethical subject and its relation to politics. RUSSELL B. GOODMAN, Professor of Philosophy at the University of New Mexico, has written American Philosophy and the Romantic Tradition (Cambridge University Press, 1990) and Wittgenstein and William James (Cambridge University Press, 2002). He is the editor of Pragmatism: A Contemporary Reader (Routledge, 1995) and Pragmatism: Critical Concepts in Philosophy (Routledge, 2005). ANDREW KLEVAN, Lecturer in Film Studies at the University of Kent, is the author of Disclosure of the Everyday: Undramatic Achievement in Narrative Film (Flicks Books, 2000) and Film Performance: From Achievement to Appreciation (Wallflower Press, 2004). His “Teaching Film Style” will appear in Style and Meaning (edited by Douglas Pye and John Gibbs, Manchester University Press, 2004). SANDRA LAUGIER is Professor of Philosophy at the Universite´ d’Amiens (France). She is the author of several books, on Quine, Wittgenstein, Carnap, and Austin, and a translator of the work of Stanley Cavell. STEPHEN MULHALL is Fellow and Tutor in Philosophy at New College, Oxford. He is the author of Stanley Cavell: Philosophy’s Recounting of the Ordinary (Oxford University Press, 1994) and the editor of The Cavell Reader (Blackwell, 1996). His most recent publications are Inheritance and Originality (Oxford University Press, 2001) and On Film (Routledge, 2002). RICHARD RORTY teaches philosophy in the Comparative Literature Department of Stanford University. He is the author of Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature (Princeton University Press, 1979) and Philosophy and Social Hope (Penguin, 2000).
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GARRETT STEWART, James O. Freedman Professor of Letters at the University of Iowa, is the author most recently of Dear Readers: The Conscripted Audience in NineteenthCentury British Fiction (Johns Hopkins University Press, 1996) and Between Film and Screen: Modernism’s Photo Synthesis (University of Chicago Press, 1999).
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Introduction
Stanley Cavell writes like no one else, with a range of interests and competencies unmatched by any of his contemporaries. He is not only an important philosopher but the author of three books of film criticism and theory, a literary critic who is a major interpreter of Shakespeare, and an important voice in American studies. Within philosophy, he is a prominent interpreter of Wittgenstein, the first writer to point out the Kantian background to Wittgenstein’s thought and to take seriously the therapeutic nature of his method. Cavell is the only major philosopher in any country to write a book on Thoreau, and, with the exception of Nietzsche, the only major philosopher to seriously engage Emerson. His work has implications for moral theory, epistemology, aesthetics, philosophy of mind, philosophy of language, and political philosophy. And yet Cavell occupies a curious position in all the fields in which he works: he is at the same time a major figure and one whose work people do not quite know how to use. He is, to use the verb employed by Garrett Stewart in an essay included in this book, “avoided” by the literary—and other—establishments. A recent account of his work on film, for example, observes that “within the field of film study, the potential usefulness of philosophy—as he understands and practices it—remains generally unrecognized.”1 A primary aim of this volume is to show a predominantly new generation of writers at work on and with Cavell’s ideas. When Cavell and I began to talk about assembling this volume, we agreed on three criteria for the critical essays: that they stand on their own as works of writing and thinking; that they illustrate the range of Cavell’s work, not only in philosophy but in literature and film; and that they offer criticisms to which Cavell could constructively respond. We also sought to include writers not known for their interest in Cavell, but who have taken up and used his thought in new ways. The collection accordingly includes discussions of Cavell’s work in literature, film, and American thought, as well as in philosophy; and four of the eight critical essays are by Europeans, each of whom comes to Cavell from a different intellectual background. While some of the essays are more critical and others more expository, Cavell’s extended set of responses is testimony to their richly searching character. The collection also includes Cavell’s groundbreaking new essay in speech act theory, “Passionate and Performative Utterance: Morals of Encounter.” Stanley Cavell was born in Atlanta, Georgia, in 1926, moved with his family to Oakland during his teenage years, and took his B.A. in music at Berkeley in 1946. 3
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He moved to New York to study composition at Julliard the following year, but found himself more interested in reading—Thomas Mann, James Joyce, Sigmund Freud—and in going to the movies than in pursuing a musical career. In 1948 he returned to California to enroll as a student at UCLA, first in psychology, then in philosophy, where he met a visitor from Harvard, Morton White, who suggested he apply there. It was at Harvard in 1954−55 that Cavell met another visitor, John Langshaw Austin, from Oxford. Austin’s precise delineations of “what we say when,” of the multiple things we do with words, and of the ordinary as opposed to the philosophical worked a revolution in Cavell’s thinking. In Cavell’s hands, the ordinary language philosophy of Austin (and Wittgenstein) provides a series of bridges: to psychoanalysis in its idea of philosophy as a form of therapy (as Cavell argued in one of his earliest essays, “On the Availability of Wittgenstein’s Later Philosophy” [1962]); to literature, in its contrast between ordinary trust and fantastic skepticism (in “The Avoidance of Love: A Reading of King Lear” [1969]); and to an “undiscovered” region of American thinking (in The Senses of Walden [1971]). In the new essay with which this collection concludes, “Passionate and Performative Utterance: Morals of Encounter,” Cavell returns to Austin, taking up his work on performative utterances—those “things we do with words.” In How to Do Things with Words, Austin draws a distinction between illocutionary and perlocutionary acts. An illocutionary act is what we do in saying something, for example, christening a ship, or making a promise by uttering appropriate words in appropriate circumstances. Perlocutionary acts, in contrast, are what we do by saying something, for example, frightening someone. They need not be accomplished through language—I may frighten someone by jumping out from behind a tree, without saying anything at all. Austin puts the perlocutionary aside, after distinguishing it from the illocutionary, so that his theory of “speech acts” is mostly a theory of illocutionary—essentially linguistic—things we do with words, such as stating, inquiring, ruling, and promising. Cavell’s innovation is to set forth the conditions for a class of perlocutionary acts—acts, as he puts it, that confront their hearers with something, in a way not governed by convention. His examples range from “I’m bored,” said when it is obvious that I am bored, to Carmen’s “No. You do not love me,” uttered in response to Don Jose´’s false protestation of love. These utterances invite responses for which there is no established procedure, invitations that may be taken up, refused, acknowledged, avoided, or countered. If illocutionary acts are offers to participate in the “order of law,” Cavell suggests, then passionate utterances can be understood as “improvisation[s] in the disorders of desire.” Passionate utterances, Cavell holds, are representative of human language generally, which “everywhere reveal[s] desire.” He intends his essay to work toward “something I want from moral theory, namely a systematic recognition of speech as confrontation, as demanding, as owed . . . ” This new paper is thus at once a contribution to the philosophy of language and to moral philosophy, subjects which have been Cavell’s concurrent concern beginning with “Knowing and Acknowledging” and “The Avoidance of Love,” in his first book, Must We Mean What We Say?; through The Claim of Reason (the subtitle of which is “Wittgenstein, Skepti-
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cism, Morality, and Tragedy”); to the “Emersonian moral perfectionism” delineated in Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome, This New Yet Unapproachable America, and Cities of Words. Like Kierkegaard, Cavell addresses “existing individuals” (not least himself), whose lives are governed by norms or claims as well as by the laws of nature, and who yet have the chance—indeed who cannot avoid the chance—to determine those lives through their own free actions. The essays in this volume begin with Richard Rorty’s “Cavell on Skepticism,” a review of The Claim of Reason (1979) that originally appeared in The Review of Metaphysics and was then reprinted in Consequences of Pragmatism (1985). As Cavell says in his responses, this was “about the only serious and substantial treatment of the book as a whole to have appeared, so far as I know, for most of the decade after the book’s publication.” Parts of Rorty’s review are quite critical of Cavell, for from Rorty’s neopragmatic perspective, disciplinary boundaries have faded away and Cavell’s allegiance to “philosophy” is outmoded. Rorty agrees with Cavell’s diagnosis of the Cartesian project as an impossible attempt to transcend human finitude, but he argues that pragmatists and others appreciated the point long before Cavell made it. He accordingly finds the first half of The Claim of Reason unhappily committed to traditional philosophical problematics, but he praises the second half of the book (parts three and four), where, as he sees it, Cavell succeeds in freeing himself from “what the ‘professionals’ do.” The third part of the book (“Knowledge and the Basis of Morality”) is, Rorty claims, “all by itself . . . one of the best books on moral philosophy which has appeared in recent years.” Rorty usefully distinguishes Cavell’s project from other attempts to find common ground between the Anglo-American and Continental traditions. Whereas many writers try to show that the Continental philosophers have “good arguments” after all, and so are respectable candidates for inclusion in a canon that includes Gottlob Frege and Bertrand Russell, Cavell’s originality consists in his attempt to “romanticize our own tradition.” Especially in part four of The Claim of Reason (“Between Acknowledgment and Avoidance”), Rorty finds, Cavell effectively and properly sets Wittgenstein in a philosophical context that includes such “friends of finitude” as Rousseau, Thoreau, Kierkegaard, and Nietzsche. Stephen Mulhall’s “On Refusing to Begin” continues the discussion of The Claim of Reason, slowing things down for a close reading of the first five paragraphs of the book. Mulhall begins with the issue of Cavell’s style by quoting Anthony Kenny’s early, irritated review of it (in The Times Literary Supplement). Kenny wrote: “Despite Cavell’s philosophical and literary gifts [The Claim of Reason] as it stands is a misshapen, undisciplined amalgam of ill-assorted parts.” Mulhall’s response is to carefully consider Cavell’s method, as revealed and described in the book’s opening pages. Cavell begins the book by raising the question of when and how philosophy begins—in particular the philosophy called for in Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations, and by extension the philosophy of The Claim of Reason itself. The epigraph to The Claim of Reason is from Emerson’s “Divinity School Address”:
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“Truly speaking, it is not instruction, but provocation, that I can receive from another soul.” Cavell’s suggestion is that the Investigations is a provocative text, written “in criticism of itself,” in a style that is internal to its teaching. Mulhall, in turn, considers The Claim of Reason’s provocations and its multiple styles (lyric and dramatic modes, for example). He argues that The Claim of Reason, like Wittgenstein’s Investigations, is both “modernist” and “perfectionist”: written without any sure context of philosophical conventions, but teaching good readers to dispense with certain illusions—of knowledge, “human cultivation,” or philosophy. Part four of The Claim of Reason foreshadows Cavell’s developing interest in romanticism, which he conceives as “the discovery that the everyday is an exceptional achievement” (p. 463). In the central essays of In Quest of the Ordinary (1988), Cavell portrays romanticism as a set of responses to skepticism—a skepticism conceived more broadly than the Cartesian intellectual project of doubting the existence of the external world. Skepticism becomes for Cavell a name for something that we live: an existential condition of alienation and strangeness, from which (and from the philosophical responses to which) romanticism seeks a recovery. In “Cavell’s ‘Romanticism’ and Cavell’s Romanticism,” Simon Critchley considers Cavell’s romantic project from the perspective of German romanticism, chiefly that of Friedrich and August Schlegel, authors of the Athenaeum Fragments. The Schlegels seek a union of poetry and philosophy, as do the English writers to whom Cavell devotes most of his attention, William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. But writing with the Schlegels’ notion of the fragment in mind, Critchley objects to Cavell’s claim that a union of poetry and philosophy is given “a fair realization” in Emerson’s essays. For romanticism, he argues, no such realization is possible. In the second section of his essay, “Why Stanley Loves America and Why We Should Too,” Critchley considers whether Cavell’s employment of the concept of America is “close to a form of cultural nationalism.” He writes of America’s extreme disjunctions—Yosemite and Graceland are his examples—and finds in Cavell’s writing both a deep critique of, and a perfectionist aspiration for, America. That aspiration follows the direction taken by Wordsworth, Emerson, and Wittgenstein: not toward the remote or otherworldly but toward the (recovery of the) everyday, common, ordinary, or low. In the end, Critchley finds a “tragic wisdom” in Cavell’s approach. The idea of America is taken up again in James Conant’s contribution. Taking his cue from Cavell’s appropriation of Emerson’s idea of a “new yet unapproachable America,” Conant finds America to be a goal rather than a place, something to be achieved rather than something that already exists. Just as Kierkegaard found himself in “Christendom” but doubted whether there were any true Christians, so, Conant suggests, Cavell and Emerson find themselves in “Americadom, . . . a state of affairs in which, because almost everyone in America already knows that he is an American, hardly anyone any longer takes the trouble to become one.”
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In the second part of his essay, Conant considers the style of American philosophical writing as compared to the French—the characteristic diffidence of American writers like Thoreau, and the characteristic brilliance of Parisian intellectuals like Derrida. Cavell’s project, Conant holds, is not simply to revive interest in Emerson and Thoreau, as if no one pays any attention to them any more, for many do; but to recover or encounter their thought as philosophy. Doing so requires a readjustment in what we understand philosophy to be and in how we expect it to be written, the attainment of a perspective from which European philosophy appears provincial and even “somewhat unphilosophical (in taking a certain dispensation of philosophy to be philosophy itself).” Conant ends his chapter with a consideration of Cavell’s discussion of America in his early essay “The Avoidance of Love.” Written during the height of the Vietnam War in 1969, the essay finds an America that, like King Lear, seeks love as proof of its existence, and becomes enraged and destructive when it feels unappreciated. Sandra Laugier considers the fruitful idea of “ordinary language philosophy” that Cavell originally learned from Austin and Wittgenstein. Like romanticism, ordinary language philosophy is a response to skepticism; but it is not, Laugier makes clear, a refutation of skepticism. According to Cavell, Thoreau and Emerson (and Austin and Wittgenstein) respond to skepticism “not by offering new knowledge or a new belief, but by a recognition of our condition.” That recognition, and the acceptance of our form of life called for by Wittgenstein, is not to be confused, she warns, with simple conventionalism. There is nothing obvious or immediate about the ordinary: like “America,” “it is to be discovered.” Laugier argues that the conventionalism advocated by some interpreters of Wittgenstein, with its emphasis on the arbitrariness of language and the conventional character of words’ relation to the world, actually cuts us off from a recognition of our life with things. Working back through some of Cavell’s earliest writing, Laugier considers the connections between Cavell’s work on the ordinary and his discussions of Wittgenstein on knowing other minds, Kant on aesthetic judgments and Rousseau on the social contract. The problems of knowledge Cavell considers are to be solved by a recovery of the ordinary, but this is a recovery in which we have to take some of the steps. Laugier concludes that works such as Emerson’s essays, Wittgenstein’s Investigations, and Cavell’s The Claim of Reason, are self-critical and provocative writings that have “something of autobiography, but a curious autobiography that is also our own.” My contribution, “Cavell and American Philosophy,” begins by charting the trajectory of Cavell’s interest in Thoreau and Emerson, as he learns to extend the idea of ordinary language philosophy to the issues of intimacy discussed by the American transcendentalists. Cavell speaks of “inheriting” Emerson and Thoreau, and of their founding a distinctive American way of doing philosophy. This raises the question, as Cavell is well aware, of his and their relation to the more canonical representatives of American philosophy, the pragmatists Charles Sanders Peirce, William James, and John Dewey. In scattered remarks and in his essay “What’s the Use of Calling Emerson a Pragmatist?” Cavell distances himself from pragmatism, seeing Dewey in particular as a naive child of the Enlightenment who does not see
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that the Enlightenment (including modern science) has brought its own forms of ruin. I argue that Cavell looks only at one side of Dewey—what Rorty characterizes as the “let’s make everything scientific” side of him—and neglects his romantic, poetic and, non-instrumentalist side. Moreover, the skepticism and sense of despair Cavell does not find in pragmatism in fact permeates a pragmatist work such as James’s Varieties of Religious Experience. Finally, I consider the question of James’s presence (and hence an American presence) in Cavell’s “inheritance” of Wittgenstein, for James is referred to more than almost any other philosopher in the Investigations, and Wittgenstein, late in life, anxiously considered his own relation to pragmatism. Andrew Klevan’s “Guessing the Unseen from the Seen: Stanley Cavell and It’s a Wonderful Life” represents Cavell’s interest in film and at the same time connects with the issues of the ordinary and the everyday discussed by Laugier, Conant, Critchley, and Goodman. For the fundamental insight of his chapter, as of his book Disclosure of the Everyday, is that the ordinary is undramatic and uneventful. Drawing on writings of the film theorist Victor Perkins and the philosopher George Wilson, Klevan investigates factors in A Wonderful Life that, though “peripheral to the basic tale,” modify or displace the main issues raised by the drama. Klevan’s example is a banister knob that, to James Stewart’s continual annoyance, keeps coming off. At the end of the film, when Stewart realizes how much there is in his “ordinary” life, he kisses the banister and “it assumes a new aspect.” Klevan also considers Stewart from the perspective of Cavell’s discussions of film’s power to create “stars.” A star such as Stewart or Katherine Hepburn is a person, not a character, someone who transcends his or her filmic roles. Stars appeal to us, according to Cavell, because of “their power of privacy, of a knowing unknownness.” Thinking about Stewart, Klevan considers the relation of the power of privacy both to the human capacity for suffering and to democratic freedom. Garrett Stewart’s “The Avoidance of Stanley Cavell” assesses Cavell’s position in literary studies, where, as in philosophy, he is both seen as a major figure and yet somehow avoided. Stewart points out that Cavell’s work on Shakespeare, now collected in Disowning Knowledge in Seven Plays of Shakespeare, relied on and made claims about authorship and the human condition just at the time when cutting-edge literary theorists such as Stephen Greenblatt and Jonathan Dollimore were challenging the legitimacy of precisely such notions as “author” and “text.” Cavell’s interest in marriage as a form of “conversation” between potentially autonomous persons, for example, runs up against contemporary suspicions of language, autonomy, and the self. The hermeneutic of suspicion, Stewart argues, keeps the traditional literary effects that are Cavell’s concern “ at arm’s length,” for Cavell’s close readings also posit a reader with convictions about—and convictions by, as Cavell likes to say—a text. For Cavell, the reader is as much read by, as she is a reader of, the text. “In the epoch of cultural studies, discourse analysis, and the semiotics of social energy,” Stewart writes, “what are called legible texts, in their constitutive deceit, don’t exactly require what we once called reading at all.” Stew-
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art concludes with a series of more positive remarks, about Cavell’s conception of philosophy as “a textual process” and his ability to produce in his writing a form of “prose flight.” Cavell’s responses to these essays begin with an extended discussion of skepticism, pragmatism, and his own philosophical education. Acknowledging that many of his best teachers at Harvard were responding to or continuing pragmatism in one way or another, he found nevertheless that their ways of doing philosophy were not “possible or hopeful” for him. He agrees with Rorty and the pragmatists that traditional epistemology has been overcome, but he nevertheless sees skepticism not only as a live intellectual option in philosophy but as something endemic to our condition. The task, as he sees it, is not to get rid of skepticism (e. g., by proving that there is a world or other people or by simply ignoring it), but to learn to manage or “govern” it—a lesson Cavell finds taught in the Investigations and in Emerson’s “Experience,” but not in pragmatism. With these words and others Cavell continues the conversations his work has provoked. This volume was originally conceived as part of a series edited by Herman Saatkamp, whose Richard Rorty: The Philosopher Responds to His Critics (Vanderbilt University Press) provided the model for its format. David Justin Hodge and Patricia Aragon scanned previously published material. The contributors were amazingly patient and understanding as I assembled the book, and Stanley Cavell was a steady companion throughout, and a happy and thoughtful interlocutor at the end. To all of them, my sincere thanks. Note 1. William Rothman, “Cavell on Film, Television, and Opera,” in Richard Eldridge, Stanley Cavell (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2003), 206.
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Cavell on Skepticism RICHARD RORTY
Cavell’s The Claim of Reason consists of two books in one—the first (parts I–II) written some twenty years back, and the second (part IV) composed quite recently.1 Most (parts I–II) of the first book is about epistemology, and this is the book with which I want to take issue. So I shall spend most of my time on it, saying only a little, toward the end, about the second. This is unfortunate, since I admire the second book as much as I disagree with the first. But one always has more to say in disagreement than in agreement. Parts I–II suggest that the material studied in the standard introductory courses in epistemology (Descartes’s table, Berkeley’s tree, Moore’s hand, and the like) helps us see something important about the human situation, about human finitude. It takes us from epistemology to romance. It promises to relieve us philosophy professors from the shame we have felt ever since we began to suspect that our introductory courses in epistemology merely kicked up a cloud of dust around our students—so that they might be grateful to us for leading them out of it into the light. Austin, Bouwsma, Wittgenstein, Wisdom, and Ryle all suggested that we just shrug off the claims which Berkeley and Descartes and Moore made on us—that we teach epistemology as the history of some bad ideas. Now Cavell tells us that, unless we take these claims very seriously indeed, we shall not get the full benefit of what Wittgenstein and Austin (in particular) can do for us. We must not, he tells us, shrug off skepticism too easily, for then we may miss “the truth of skepticism”: “that the human creature’s basis in the world as a whole, its relation to the world as such, is not that of knowing, anyway not what we think of as knowing” (p. 241). What Cavell wants us not to miss is, to be sure, as important as he thinks it. But does he have to drag us back through Berkeley and Descartes to get us to see it? Why are not “Rousseau and Thoreau and Kierkegaard and Tolstoy and Wittgenstein” (to cite one of Cavell’s lists of heroes) enough? Why “the external world” again? Cavell sometimes seems to argue as follows: Wittgenstein is as important as Rousseau or Thoreau or Kierkegaard or Tolstoy, for getting us to see these things. Wittgenstein spent a lot of time discussing problems raised by people who claimed to doubt the external world. So we had better take such doubts seriously. 10
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This seems to me like arguing that we should take Napoleon seriously because of the amount of time Tolstoy spent on studying him in War and Peace. Frederick the Great would have served Tolstoy’s purposes almost as well, especially if the latter had been an Austrian rather than a Russian. Analogously, I think we should view skepticism about the external world as just a handy, local, “English” example of a much more general phenomenon, what Cavell calls “the attempt to convert the human condition, the condition of humanity, into an intellectual difficulty” (p. 493). Had Wittgenstein stayed in Central Europe, he would have met philosophy professors who worried more about the transcendental standpoint and less about skepticism. But he would probably have written pretty much the same books, and directed our attention to the same things.2 Wittgenstein, however, is not Cavell’s only hero. Shrugging off the problem of the external world would matter to a reading of Austin, Moore, or C. I. Lewis. Perhaps we just would not read them any more. These writers, unlike Wittgenstein, are just philosophy professors. One may feel grateful to Austin for freeing one from Moore’s worries about unsensed sensibilia, or Lewis’s about terminating judgments, but this is the perfunctory gratitude due a doctor who cures a minor ailment, brought on by a colleague’s malpractice. It is not the sort of gratitude one feels toward the romantic hero, or the psychoanalyst, who saves one from monsters. Cavell, however, does seem to view Austin as a romantic hero. He even views Lewis and Moore as something more than professors. Thus he speaks of the “genuineness of philosophical inspiration in the teaching of C. I. Lewis.” One of his epigraphs is a tribute by I. A. Richards to Moore’s “intensity.” He dedicates The Claim of Reason in part to Austin and in part to Thompson Clarke, who, Cavell says, showed him that “the dictates of ordinary language . . . were as supportive as they were destructive of the enterprise of traditional epistemology” (p. xii). More generally, Cavell says that one of his motives is to keep lines open to the events within American philosophical life that we can call the reception of ordinary language philosophy (sometimes called then Oxford philosophy, and represented here primarily by some work of J. L. Austin’s) together with that of Wittgenstein’s Investigations, as if certain paths for philosophy, opened by those events, are always in danger of falling into obscurity. (p. xiv)
For, he says, it can seem that the reception of Wittgenstein and of Austin has yet to have its public or historical effect on this [our American] philosophical culture. I do not say that this is a bad thing. Wittgenstein’s writing is not of a character that lends itself to professionalization . . . and if Austin wished for professionalization, it was not to be as philosophy. Nor do I say that this lack of a certain reception is surprising. Philosophical Investigations, like the major modernist works of the past century at least, is, logically speaking, esoteric. That is, such works seek to split their audiences into insiders and outsiders (and split each member of it). . . . If I say that the basis of the present publication is that Wittgenstein is still to be received, I mean to suggest that his work, and of course not his alone, is essentially and always to be received, as thoughts must be that would refuse professionalization. (p. xvi)
But if one is not concerned about being professional, why worry about “American philosophical life”? The latter phrase can only refer to current trends in fash-
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ionable philosophy departments. Among intellectuals generally, Wittgenstein is in fact being read and used more and more. It is only within certain philosophy departments that he, and “Oxford philosophy,” are vieux jeu. Such parochial matters should not concern Cavell, nor lead him to conclude that “certain paths for philosophy, opened by these events, are always in danger of falling into obscurity.” Cavell says he wants to “understand philosophy not as a set of problems but as a set of texts,” and believes that “the contribution of a philosopher . . . to the subject of philosophy is not to be understood as a contribution to, or of, a set of given problems” (p. 34). So one would have expected him to conclude that Wittgenstein would be better served by forgetting “events within American philosophical life” than by recapturing them. Cavell’s ambiguous attitude toward the “events” of which he speaks is part of an equally ambiguous attitude toward academic philosophy’s place in culture. Sometimes he uses “philosophy” in a large sense in which it means “the criticism a culture produces of itself” (p. 175) or “the education of grownups” (p. 125). Sometimes he uses it in a narrow “professional” sense in which it is plausible to say that epistemological skepticism is central to philosophy and in which fashions in philosophy departments matter to philosophy. He plays back and forth between these two senses in such passages as the following, which treat “philosophy” and skepticism as near synonyms: But the philosopher has to make a problem for us, show us in what sense it might so much as be a problem. And though intellectual advance often depends upon someone’s ability to do just that, the conclusion the philosopher takes us to goes beyond anything we should expect from investigations which seem to proceed as his does. To some philosophers that fact has itself, I think, proved the power and subtlety of philosophy; while to others it has only demonstrated its intellectual frivolity. If one has felt both of these ways about skepticism, then one may come to sense that this very conflict itself may be displaying, or concealing, some critical fact about the mind, and one which neither side has been able, or willing, to articulate. (p. 159) [T]he methods of ordinary language, far from trivializing the impulse to philosophy (as many of its detractors, not, perhaps, without some reason, have found it to do) show how complex and serious an ambition the criticism of philosophy, which must inevitably remain internal to philosophizing itself, ought to be. (p. 166)
In the latter passage, “the impulse to philosophy” is implicitly identified with the impulse to raise the sort of problems (of epistemological skepticism) in which the “ordinary language philosophers” specialized. Nobody, after all, has thought that the criticism of culture was frivolous. But they have thought that philosophers were frivolously neglecting the duty to offer such criticism by getting hung up on “the external world.” Perhaps I can make this complaint clearer by distinguishing between two intellectual phenomena that I think Cavell wrongly conflates: (a) The ‘‘professional” philosopher’s skepticism created by what Reid called “the theory of ideas” (the theory that analyzes perception in terms of immediately, certainly known givens). (b) The Kantian, Romantic worry about whether the words we use have any relation to the way the world actually is in itself.
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These two phenomena have all sorts of historical connections, but they are dialectically independent. Suppose one pooh-poohs the theory of ideas in good Austinian fashion. Unlike Austin, one may still feel something like panic at the thought that there is no way to hold the world in one hand and our descriptions of it in the other and compare the two—to get, as Cavell says, “outside language games.” Both (a) and (b) seem distinct from a third phenomenon (c), described by Cavell as that experience I have called “seeing ourselves outside the world as a whole,” looking in at it, as we now look at some objects from a position among others. This experience I have found to be fundamental in classical epistemology (and, indeed, moral philosophy). It sometimes presents itself to me as a sense of powerlessness to know the world, or to act upon it; I think it is also working in the existentialist’s (or, say, Santayana’s) sense of the precariousness and arbitrariness of existence, the utter contingency in the fact that things are as they are. . . . All of existence is squeezed into the philosopher’s tomato when he rolls it toward his overwhelming question. (p. 236)
The tomato in question is the one about which H. H. Price, in the opening pages of his Perception, said, “There is much that I can doubt.” The differences in tone between that work, Fichte’s Vocation of Man, and Sartre’s Nausea might normally be accounted for by saying that Price was presupposing (a), whereas Fichte was expressing (b), and Sartre (c). Price does not find his questions overwhelming, nor do most writers on the subjects he discusses, most of the writers in what Cavell calls “the English tradition” (p. xiii). Cavell, however, lumps these writers together with Kant, and (a) together with (b), in such passages as the following: Locke avoided skepticism only apparently, through distraction and good English sense; Berkeley through God; Descartes through God and a special faculty of intellectual “perception”; Kant, denying such a faculty, avoided it through world-creating categories; Hume, to the extent that he did through “natural belief”; Moore, through furious common sense. And all who have followed the argument respond to it as a discovery about our world, one catastrophic in its implications, overturning what we all, until now, believed as completely as we believed anything. (pp. 222–23)
The “argument” in question is the usual textbook, Pricean argument, in which we are driven to admit that we do not see a whole tomato, but only. . . . Cavell is either being obscurely ironic, or is just wrong, in saying that “all who have followed the argument respond to it as a catastrophic discovery.” Most of them, including Locke and Hume, thought of the skeptical consequences of the theory of ideas in the same way as the developers of a revolutionary scientific theory think of the “anomalies” (in Kuhn’s sense) which the theory generates. They view them as annoying and unfortunate, but by no means catastrophic, and providing employment for epigoni. (If Cavell means by “apparently” and “to the extent that,” that Locke and Hume should, by rights, have been overwhelmed, then he is not making the point he wants to make.) The only people who go all existential about the invisibility of the rest of the tomato are lecturers on epistemology who relieve the classroom tedium by hype. When such lecturers encounter an unstable freshman who actually does feel the tomato to have catastrophic implications, they hasten to join his more robust classmates in assuring him that it is all “just philosophy.”
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One would have thought that, once we were lucky enough to get writers like Wittgenstein and Nietzsche who resist professionalization, we might get some criticism of philosophy which did not remain internal to philosophy. (As Montaigne, Spinoza, and Feuerbach gave us criticism of religion which was not internal.) But Cavell switches with insouciance from the narrow and professional identification of “philosophy” with epistemology to a large sense in which one cannot escape philosophy by criticizing it, simply because any criticism of culture is to be called “philosophy.” To resolve this ambiguity, Cavell would have to convince us that skepticism in the narrow sense, the sense used in ritual interchanges between philosophy professors (Green and Bain, Bradley and Moore, Austin and Ayer), is important for an understanding of skepticism in some deep and romantic sense. He would have to show us that “skepticism” is a good name for the impulse that leads grownups to try to educate themselves, and cultures to try to criticize themselves. Then he would have to connect this broad sense with the narrow, “technical” sense. My main complaint about his book is that Cavell does not argue for such a connection, but takes it for granted. He does not help us see people like Moore and Austin as important thinkers. Rather, he answers the transcendental quaestio juris—how could they, appearances perhaps to the contrary, be important?—while begging the quaestio facti. He is “professional,” it seems to me, in just the sense that he criticizes others for being so. He takes for granted that the “philosophical problems” with which we infect the freshman by assigning Descartes and Berkeley are something the freshman really needs—not just so that he can understand history, but so that he can be in touch with himself, with his own humanity. In an attempt to establish connections between (a), (b), and (c), Cavell connects a particular notion of knowledge which he takes to be characteristic of “the Cartesian project” with the attempt to escape from human finitude which he takes to be “the cause of skepticism.” He says that the project of assessing the validity of knowledge as a whole, as that is prosecuted by the Cartesian tradition, is based upon a particular concept of knowledge (and thus leads to a particular problem of knowledge), viz., the concept I have characterized, with little sense of satisfaction, as a concept of knowledge as revelatory of the world’s existence; and I contrasted that with a concept of knowledge such as Austin’s, a concept of knowledge as the identification or recognition of things. (p. 224)
This contrast seems to me real and important, but not to serve Cavell’s purposes. It is the contrast between knowledge as what Kant told us we could not have— knowledge of things as they are in themselves formulated in those things’ own language, rather than ours—and knowledge as justified true belief, where “justification” is the ordinary sort given by the language-game we in fact play. Kant made epistemology Romantic, and thereby made room for moral faith. The theory of ideas as Reid knew it, before it went transcendental, was not romantic. It was just an incidental spin-off of the Galileo-Newton world-picture, one which did not pan out well. By contrast, Cavell can connect (b) with (c), Kant with Sartre. He can view the Kantian hope for an impossible kind of knowledge, a knowledge unmediated by
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our language-games, our patterns of justification, our ideas or words—knowledge “revelatory of the world’s [not just our world’s] existence”—as produced by the Sartrean sense that only such an impossible sort of knowledge would overcome our terror at the sheer contingency of things. But I do not see how he can connect Pricean puzzles about getting from perceptions to non-perceptions with either Kantian longing or Sartrean terror. Cavell seems to think he has made this latter connection by noting that, in his phrase, epistemological skepticism has to be about a “generic object”—not a goldfinch but “the physical object as such,” not one’s sister but “any passing humanoid form.” To questions about whether it’s a goldfinch or a goldcrest, whether one’s sister is disappointed or pleased, there are commonsensical answers, and commonsensical justifications of these answers. To set the freshman up for epistemology, we have to generalize our way out of common sense. This is a very nice point, but it does not do the job Cavell wants it to do—it does not take us across the Channel from Berkeley to Kant, from (a) to (b), from perceptual error to romance. All it shows is that we can only get the freshman from the silly stuff about tomatoes to the heavy stuff about things-in-themselves by dropping the “problem of perception,” skipping sense-data, and inculcating a contrast between “for us” and “in itself” that problems about perception do not illustrate. As long as we stick to breaking the tomato up into sensibilia, there will be, as Austin said, “the bit where you say it and the bit where you take it back,” the bit where you deconstruct the tomato and the bit where you reconstruct it. It is only when we drop the Lockean question about whether the redness is “out there” or “in us” and get to the romantic Kantian question, “Is there anything beyond the coherence of our judgments to which we can be faithful?” that the student is hooked. There is no logical connection between the “in the mind/outside the mind” contrast and the “for us” vs. “in itself” contrast.3 “For us” means, roughly, “inside our language-games, our conventions, our form of life, our standards of legitimation.” “In the mind” is an uncashed and probably uncashable metaphor, as Reid saw very clearly. Kant’s phenomenal world is not Price’s tomato on a grand scale. It is a change of subject, a way of expounding (b) rather than (a). Cavell’s point that skepticism only makes sense for generic objects shows just what he does not want to show—that one can leave Ayer and Price in the care of Austin and Ryle, and hasten on to the serious thinkers across the water. Cavell says (in unfortunately professionalized terms) that he is interested in a tradition, anyway an idea, of philosophizing opposed to the tradition in English, as that tradition is represented in the best English-speaking departments of philosophy.
But, he says, I have made no effort to sophisticate my early, tentative amateur efforts to link the English and the Continental traditions, because I want them to show that to realign these traditions, after their long mutual shunning, at any rate to write witnessing the loss in that separation, has been a formative aspiration of mine from the earliest of the work I refer to here. (p. xiii)
Nevertheless, the strategy of these efforts is clear. Cavell’s way of linking the traditions is the reverse of that used by most bridge builders who start from our
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side. Usually we Anglo-Americans try to deromanticize the Continental tradition by showing that it has some good arguments. Cavell tries to romanticize our own tradition by showing that it does not. As he says, the “discovery” that “the object is gone, unknowable by the senses alone” (p. 222) is a stage effect, produced by intruding “an invention, a production of dialectic, a historical-philosophical construction called the senses” (p. 224). To show that this invention is not just a suitable subject for Rube Goldberg or Ronald Searle (which is how Austin thought of it), he has got to show that the motives for its fabrication are the same as, or at least as interesting as, the motives for various bits of Continental apparatus. I take it that Cavell’s strategy is to find these motives in (c)—the Sartrean sense of contingency—and to construe the attempt, described by Heidegger and Sartre, to escape our humanity, our finitude, as an attempt to evade this sense. He wants to construe “ordinary language philosophy” as an effort “to reclaim the human self from its denial and neglect by modern philosophy” (p. 154), and he thinks of the history of this topic as suitably titled “Philosophy and the Rejection of the Human” (p. 207). I think that Cavell is dead right in analyzing the Cartesian project as an expression of this need to transcend our condition, but I think that he oversophisticates his point. It seems a sufficient diagnosis of Cartesianism to say (with Gilson, Burtt, Maritain, Randall, Malcolm, and others) that Cartesianism asks for impossible certainty, that its methodological solipsism is an impossible demand to do it all by oneself. This Luciferian attempt to cut oneself off from God, or one’s fellow humans, by using only one’s natural light has usually been taken as sufficient motive for inventing what Cavell calls “absolute simples . . . outside languagegames” (clear and distinct ideas, sense-data, indubitable first principles, primitive terms, and so on) (p. 226). Cavell, however, thinks that “the quest for certainty” is an inadequate diagnosis of the Cartesian project. He criticizes the Deweyan dismissal of this project as “not taking the problem of the existence of objects seriously” and says that “it is too late to tell a philosopher to forgo the quest for certainty when it is the sheer existence of objects—of anything at all—that seems to be at stake” (pp. 224–25). Perhaps he just means that anybody who has somehow managed to connect textbook skepticism about the external world with the experience of “seeing oneself outside the world as a whole” will not be responsive to the usual Gilson-Dewey-Malcolm treatment of the Cartesian illness. This is doubtless true; but it seems like saying that somebody who is wholeheartedly psychotic, rather than merely neurotically confused, will not be helped by psychoanalysis. What we need to understand is how it is possible to get this far out, how one could connect (a) with (c), how anybody could think that textbook “English” epistemology is intimately connected with a sense of the contingency of everything. My complaint about Cavell’s treatment of skepticism may be summed up by saying that his book never makes this possibility clear for someone for whom it is not yet an actuality. It is fairly easy to connect (b) with (c): the realization that the world is available to us only under a description hooks up with the realization that it exists without a self-description, that it has no language of its own which we might one day learn. Its existence “makes no sense” because sense is relative to descriptions and existence is not. But, just as I do not know how to hook up (a) with (b), I do not know how to
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hook up (a) with (c) either. Thus (c) seems to me not to serve as a useful link between (a) and (b). So much for my complaints, which have centered upon Cavell’s discussion of “external world” skepticism in parts I and II. I hope, however, that dissatisfaction with the argument of these parts will not prevent readers from forging ahead through parts III and IV. In part III Cavell drops the topic of skepticism and the attempt to recapture the importance of “ordinary language philosophy.” This part consists of four short essays on what is wrong with what various people have said about the nature of moral philosophy—Stevenson, Rawls (in his early “Two Concepts of Rules”), and Prior. These essays remind us that moral reflection cannot be identified with appeals to principle, that morality is not a name for whatever influences choice, that morality must leave itself open to repudiation; it provides one possibility of settling conflict. . . . Other ways of settling or encompassing conflict are provided by politics, religion, love and forgiveness, rebellion, and withdrawal. Morality is a valuable way because the others are so often inaccessible or brutal: but it is not everything. (p. 269)
Part III, all by itself, is one of the best books on moral philosophy that has appeared in recent years. It ranks with Iris Murdoch’s Sovereignty of Good as a criticism of the notion that moral philosophy must be a search for yet more “absolute simples”—self-evident principles, basic values. Like Murdoch, Cavell criticizes the Bentham-Kant-Sidgwick notion that rational action is action on principle, and the corollary that moral reflection is the attempt to discover the rules by which each of us, simply as a human being, is committed to living. He says: No rule or principle could function in a moral context the way regulatory or defining rules function in games. It is as essential to the form of life called morality that rules so conceived be absent as it is essential to the form of life we call playing a game that they be present. . . . . . . [A] suggestion emerges about why philosophers appeal to rules in theorizing about morality, and about how rules are then conceived. The appeal is an attempt to explain why such an action as promising is binding upon us. But if you need an explanation for that, if there is a sense that something more than personal commitment is necessary, then the appeal to rules comes too late. For rules are themselves binding only subject to our commitment. (p. 307)
He thus helps us see the quest for “foundations of moral obligation” as parallel to the Cartesian quest for “foundations of knowledge.” Both are attempts to get outside language-games, to find some “natural” way of getting in touch with reality or goodness that is independent of the actual people among whom we live, who talk in a certain way. Both help us avoid acknowledging that we are mortals, who think and talk as we do because we have read the books we have read, talked with the people we have talked with. They encourage us to think that philosophy will do for us what we once thought religion might do—take us right outside language, history, and finitude and put us in the presence of the atemporal. They lead the philosopher to think himself so little dependent upon his community that what he says will “work on people at random, like a ray” (p. 326).
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Cavell’s comments on the form of life of Anglo-Saxon moral philosophers are much more external, and thus much clearer and more useful, than his comments in parts I and II on that of Anglo-Saxon epistemologists. In the case of the moral philosophers, he sees why they want to do what they do, diagnoses it quickly and surely, and then lets go of it. In the case of epistemologists, he insists on regarding their plight as a sickness that somehow we are all bound to suffer, as a necessary stage in reaching intellectual maturity. His insistence on the pathos and ubiquity of epistemology leads him, I have argued earlier, to confuse temporary, historically conditioned little frenzies (the seventeenth-century theory of ideas, ordinary language philosophy) with aspects of the human condition. In part III, by contrast, he no longer avoids history. He briskly and brilliantly explains (pp. 259ff.) the connection between Galilean models of scientific explanation and the philosophical claim that science is “rational” in a way that moral reflection is not. He concludes: If you begin by being struck with the peculiarity of ethical arguments as perhaps unsettleable, and struck with how different other questions are, then you will pick examples from science which illustrate its capacity for agreement, and then you will have the idea, or illusion, that you know that, and why, science is rational and morality not. (p. 263)
Applying lessons learned from Kuhn’s Structure of Scientific Revolutions, Cavell in these pages does a great deal to help rid us of the distinctions between “science” and “nonscience,” “objective” and “subjective,” “fact” and “value,” “reason” and “emotion,” which have been the warp of intellectual life in recent centuries. Part IV is rather perversely called “Skepticism and the Problem of Others,” but is coextensive with chapter 12, which is more helpfully titled “Between Acknowledgement and Avoidance.” This material is, Cavell tells us, more recent than anything else he has written. In particular, as noted earlier, it was written some twenty or twenty-five years after some of the material in parts I–III. In this later manner— that of “Leopards in Connecticut” and “The Avoidance of Love”—he comes into his own. He speaks with a much stronger voice. Now he is free of worry about rival philosophers, or about what makes epistemology, or skepticism, or philosophy, special and deep. He just reflects on the fact that there are such things. In this part Cavell is concerned with a “problem of other minds” that does not even pretend to hook up with the “professional” problem of how, given that the logical construction of the Other’s body uses up the sensory qualia I receive, I have a right to construct a mind for him as well. Wittgenstein taught us that this problem results from thinking that one first describes oneself to oneself in ostensively learned Mental, the Lockean inner language of the ideas themselves. So one might expect Cavell to repeat that if we drop Locke and the theory of ideas we shall no longer speculate about private languages, the possible inner emptiness of the Other, and so on. Instead, Cavell shrugs off all that and goes straight to a deep reading of such speculations: The wish underlying this fantasy [of a private language] covers a wish that underlies skepticism, a wish for the connection between my claims of knowledge and the objects upon which the claims are to fall to occur without my intervention, apart from my agreements. As the wish stands, it is unappeasable. In the case of knowing myself,
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such self-defeat would be doubly exquisite: I must disappear in order that search for myself be successful. (pp. 351–52)
This reading uproots the “problem of other minds” from the soil in which it is usually taken to have sprouted—empiricism and phenomenalism—and transplants it across the Channel. It is now the sort of problem you have after reading the Phenomenology of Spirit, or the Critique of Practical Reason, or Being and Nothingness. This is a good thing to do if you want to find something interesting to say about Other Minds. It ignores the question of whether the “professional,” “English,” epistemological question has anything to do with romantic Kantian questions, whether (a) has anything to do with (b). One of the advantages of the later over the earlier Cavell—of part IV over parts I–II—is that he does ignore this question. For now he is no longer concerned about hooking up with what the “professionals” do. This permits him, at last, to explain what he was hinting at in earlier passages about “reclaiming the human self” and modern philosophy’s “rejection of the human.” What he has in mind is summed up in such passages as the following: The skeptic insinuates that there are possibilities to which the claim of certainty shuts its eyes, or whose eyes the claim of certainty shuts. It is the voice, or an imitation of the voice, of intellectual conscience. Wittgenstein replies, “They are shut.” It is the voice of human conscience. . . . In the face of the skeptic’s picture of intellectual limitedness, Wittgenstein proposes a picture of human finitude. (p. 431)
Where else can we find out about human finitude? Presumably in novels, plays, and works of “Continental” philosophy rather than in epistemology courses, or in the sort of reflection on science in which “English” philosophy specializes: science fiction cannot house tragedy because in it human limitations can from the beginning be by-passed. This idea helps me explain my difference in intuition from those philosophers who take it that a scientific speculation, or fiction, is sufficient to suggest skepticism; for example, the speculation that for all I know I may be a brain in a vat. (p. 457)
The human self that philosophy has been avoiding is the one described in all the vocabularies which are of no use for predicting and controlling people—the vocabularies which are useless for science, and for philosophy when it is conceived as quasi science. “Literature” tells us, as do Hegel and Sartre, that there is no universal religious, or scientific, or philosophical vocabulary to use in talking about, or dealing with, our fellow humans, but that we cannot help thinking that there must be one: Tragedy and comedy are all but filled with this possibility—that one among the endless true descriptions of me tells who I am. (p. 398)
Pre-Kantian, pre-Romantic philosophy was filled with assurance that that possibility had been actualized. The self-knowledge which was prevented by this kind of philosophy (a kind which survives in Anglo-Saxon philosophy departments, though it is pretty much extinct elsewhere) is the knowledge that
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This makes “final sanity” consist in getting out from under the impulse that led to “professional” philosophy, in escaping the temptation “to convert the human condition, the condition of humanity, into an intellectual difficulty” (p. 493). In one of the best remarks in part IV—a part studded with splendid sentences—Cavell says: Not finitude, but the denial of finitude, is the mark of tragedy. This denial of finitude has also been taken as the mark of sin. It was to free humanity of that libel of sinfulness that Blake and Nietzsche undertook, as it were, to deny the distinction between the finite and the infinite in thinking of the human. (p. 455)
I doubt that the aim of “modern” writing has been better stated than in this final phrase. I hope that my account of the various parts of The Claim of Reason has made clear that its second half (parts III and IV) makes it an important book, and also why a prospective reader should not be daunted by part I, nor by Cavell’s (occasionally) heavy-handed style. One way of describing its importance is to say that it helps us realize what Wittgenstein did for us. Unlike Austin and Ryle, he did not just help us shrug off the theory of ideas. He also raised the question of the moral worth of our epistemology courses, of our discipline, of our form of life. We philosophy professors are lucky that one of the great writers of the century came among us, and left behind a description of our habits that we might never have formulated for ourselves. Wittgenstein suffered from, and constantly complained about, the company he had to keep in the course of this endeavor. But he persisted, and produced writings which even the determined efforts of a host of commentators will not be able to construe as offering “philosophical theories” or “solutions to philosophical problems.” Cavell is one of the few interpreters Wittgenstein has so far had who (at least in part IV of his book) is free from the temptation so to construe him.4 He is also one of the few who puts him in suitable company—that of Rousseau and Thoreau, Kierkegaard and Tolstoy, Blake and Nietzsche, the friends of finitude, the friends of man. Notes I am grateful to John Cooper for helpful comment on the first draft of this essay. This essay was previously published in the Review of Metaphysics 34 (1980–81): 759–774. Reprinted by permission. 1. Parenthetical page references are to this book. Part III is a reworking of material from Cavell’s twenty-year-old dissertation (as were, to some extent, Parts I and II). 2. See Jacques Bouveresse’s treatment of Wittgenstein as “the anti-Husserl” in Le Mythe de I’Interiorite (Paris: Editions Minuit, 1978). 3. Recently, however, philosophers have once again started to run these two contrasts together. For example, Bernard Williams, in his Descartes: The Project of Pure Enquiry, tries to rehabilitate Descartes’s project through a notion of “the absolute conception of real-
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ity,” a notion which Williams thinks involved in our intuition about the nature of knowledge, and which raises the skeptical question of whether knowledge is possible. This notion, as Williams formulates it, is ambiguous between a “determinate picture of what the world is like independent of thought” (Williams, p. 65) (the sort of thing that Kant told us we would not have) and a description of the world “using concepts which are not peculiarly ours, and not peculiarly relative to our experience” (ibid., p. 244). The latter phrase is Williams’s attempt (unsuccessful, in my view) to update Locke’s notion of “resembling objects.” Another example is Thomas Nagel’s use of the “subjective vs. objective” distinction to cover both the difference between a “personal” and an “impersonal” account of, e.g., the morally relevant features of a situation and the difference between the linguistically inarticulable phenomenological character of an experience and a characterization of the experience in ordinary public terms. (See Nagel’s Mortal Questions [Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1978], chap. 14: “Subjective-Objective.”) Both Williams and Nagel, on my view, misleadingly yoke together the contrast between the veridical (the “objective” as the “intersubjective”) and the nonveridical (the “subjective” as the “merely apparent”) with the quite different contrast between the communicable (what our concepts catch) and the incommunicable (what they may, or must, fail to catch). 4. Another of these happy few is James C. Edwards. See his Ethics without Philosophy: Wittgenstein and the Moral Life (Gainesville: University Presses of Florida, 1982). Cavell’s and Edwards’s books, taken together, suggest that Wittgenstein commentary has recently turned a corner.
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Despite Cavell’s philosophical and literary gifts [The Claim of Reason] as it stands is a misshapen, undisciplined amalgam of illassorted parts. . . . [It] is a worthwhile book, but it could have been much better had it been pruned of dead wood and over-exuberant foliage. The need for trimming can be illustrated by the very first sentence. . . . The exasperated reader might well put the book down and go no farther. Anthony Kenny, Times Literary Supplement, 18 April 1980
What kind of text is The Claim of Reason?1 What does it ask of its readers, and what designs does it have upon them? Since any such designs can be effective only if those who encounter this text choose to stay with its orderings of words, we must first ask how it aims to elicit such a choice—how its opening encounter with its readers is designed to attract them. But where and how does this text conceive that its readers are to approach it? How are we to let this book teach us, this or anything?
First Paragraph: Integrity and Reflexivity We might, provisionally, begin at the beginning. After all, the book’s Emersonian epigraph tells us that “[t]ruly speaking, it is not instruction, but provocation, that I can receive from another soul”; and the opening sentences of The Claim of Reason are certainly amongst its most provocative: If not at the beginning of Wittgenstein’s later philosophy, since what starts philosophy is no more to be known at the outset than how to make an end of it; and if not at the opening of Philosophical Investigations, since its opening is not to be confused with the starting of the philosophy it expresses, and since the terms in which that opening might be understood can hardly be given along with the opening itself; and if we 22
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acknowledge from the commencement, anyway leave open at the opening, that the way this work is written is internal to what it teaches, which means that we cannot understand the manner (call it the method) before we understand its work; and if we do not look to our history, since placing this book historically can hardly happen earlier than placing it philosophically; nor look to Wittgenstein’s past, since then we are likely to suppose that the Investigations is written in criticism of the Tractatus, which is not so much wrong as empty, both because to know what constitutes its criticism would be to know what constitutes its philosophy, and because it is more to the present point to see how the Investigations is written in criticism of itself; then where and how are we to approach this text? How shall we let this book teach us, this or anything? (CR, 3)
From such provocation, what instruction? First, that The Claim of Reason is, above or at least before all, a reading of the Philosophical Investigations, a response to that highly unusual text. Second, that any such reading should begin by reflecting upon its own beginnings; it originates in its responsiveness to the issue of its own origin, in a capacity to regard the proper place and manner of its own commencement as a genuine question. (Here, the form of the first sentence—with its seemingly endless series of clauses deferring completion in favor of reiterated beginnings—underwrites its substance.) Third, that the series of clauses through which this question is articulated also constitutes a provisional answer to it. The fourth clause asserts the futility of beginning from the historical context in which the Investigations was written and is read; the fifth and first clauses deny that earlier points in Wittgenstein’s philosophical development can provide a useful opening; the second warns against assuming that the opening of the Investigations contains everything needed to comprehend its own philosophy; and the third suggests that the book’s substance is inseparable from its form. Taken as a whole, they tell us that we must avoid treating the Investigations as a part of a larger whole, or treating any of its parts as more important than the whole they make up, or treating its manner or method as if it were not integral to its work. In short: if we are to read it properly, we must read it whole. A further implication is that, properly read, the Investigations will give us everything we need to answer the external and internal questions that have just been rejected as inappropriate approaches to that text. For Stanley Cavell, it is fundamental to the work of the Investigations that it simultaneously provide the terms in which its readers can understand its work (and so its manner or method), the terms in which it will criticize itself and other philosophies, and the terms in which it might be related to its personal and historical context; and by linking these apparently separate issues in a single sentence, as if they add up to a single, complete thought, he further implies that the terms needed to comprehend them will turn out to be, if not identical, then internally related. Each budget of terms will form part of a larger lexicon; understanding the work of the Investigations appears inseparable from understanding its parts, its manner, and its context. If, however, Wittgenstein’s text must provide its readers with the terms in which to read it, that responsibility must have priority; the first aim of its teaching must be to teach the terms in which its teaching can alone be taken up. The consequent paradox is evident. If only the book as a whole can teach us the terms in which to
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understand its teaching, how can we learn which terms those are? It would seem that, if we are to learn anything from this book, we must first understand it. It is to this paradox, the apparent burden of The Claim of Reason’s first sentence, that its second sentence is a response: “How shall we let this book teach us, this or anything?” What does this second sentence have to teach us, and how shall we let it do so? First, it is a response to the book’s previous sentence—as if this text’s progress will be determined as much by Cavell’s responses to the Investigations as by the Investigations itself. Second, it does not directly answer the preceding question, but rather restates it—as if this investigation neither begins nor ends with theses but is rather a matter of continuously renewed questioning, as if this sentence itself constitutes a new beginning to the investigation, as if every sentence in this book aspires to be a new beginning (and so, a new end). Third, it restates the question by reformulating it; the second sentence drops the unquestioning reliance of the first upon the idea of an approach to the Investigations and shifts from active to passive mode. It thereby asks whether this idea of an approach (as opposed to a mode of reception) is prejudicial—whether the sense of paradox that the first question generates is a function not of the task it describes but of the present description of it. Shall we move on to this further question? Has a sufficiently attractive horizon opened up for us to stay with this ordering of words? Have we really exhausted the interest of this first paragraph? I am inclined to stay a little longer with it, to question a further range of its significance. For my guiding intuition is that The Claim of Reason’s characterizations of the text to which it is a response are also self-characterizations, and so that their opening instructions concerning how (and how not) to read the Investigations apply also to readers of the book whose opening they constitute. This does not mean that I take The Claim of Reason to be a mechanical reiteration of the teachings and methods of the Investigations, as if Cavell’s response to this text is to ventriloquize its voice. My claim is rather that the various extensions and denials of Wittgenstein’s voice to which Cavell is driven by the need to investigate his own preoccupations in his own way are compatible with his continuing to look to its general form or manner, and in particular its tendency to embody self-characterizations within its orderings of words, as exemplary for the present of philosophy.2 From such an intuition, what tuition? On this reading, the opening sentence of The Claim of Reason tells us that its fundamental task is to begin providing the terms needed to understand its teaching, terms that will also make sense of this book’s modes of self-criticism, its criticism of earlier texts by Cavell, and its criticism of other philosophers, as well as its historical placement. This text cannot therefore be understood by approaching it via these contextual and intratextual matters; it must rather be taken as a whole, and it can only be so taken if its manner or method is seen as internal to its work. This means that the paradox apparently involved in understanding the Investigations seems equally applicable to The Claim of Reason: only those who already understand it can come to understand it. Where and how, then, are we to approach this text? The second clause of the book’s first sentence appears to intensify our difficulties. For it claims that we should not regard the opening of the Investigations as an approach to the book as a whole, “since its opening is not to be confused with
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the starting of the philosophy it expresses, and since the terms in which that opening might be understood can hardly be given along with the opening itself” (CR, 3). Does it not then follow that approaching The Claim of Reason through its opening violates the book’s proffered terms for understanding itself? My intuition is that the instruction contained in this clause has no such implication. An external ground for this intuition appears in Cavell’s recently published “Notes and Afterthoughts on the Opening of Wittgenstein’s Investigations.”3 They contain a late version of a set of lecture notes through which Cavell has introduced his students to Wittgenstein’s thought, and they begin precisely with the opening sections of the Investigations; indeed, Cavell claims that “what’s left of these opening lectures in The Claim of Reason, or epitomized there, is its paragraph-length opening sentence” (PP, 126)—which suggests that The Claim of Reason implicitly opens, not with its discussion of Wittgenstein’s notion of a criterion, but with a compressed response to the Investigations’ famous opening. Since, however, this line of thought might seem to violate another of its opening instructions—that which forbids utilizing texts other than The Claim of Reason as part of an approach to it—I will not pursue it here. I want instead to suggest two other ways of responding to our difficulty. The first is to suggest that the second clause of the opening sentence does not guide its readers away from beginning their encounter with The Claim of Reason with its opening, but guides them away from thinking that its opening is a way to approach The Claim of Reason; in short, that what we are being warned off is the idea of there being “an approach” to this or any other such text. The second response is to suggest that beginning with the opening of The Claim of Reason need not involve either confusing that opening with the starting of the philosophy it expresses or assuming that the terms in which it might be understood can be given along with it. We might, for example, think that the book’s opening offers some guidance for interpreting both itself and the book it initiates, without assuming that it offers all the guidance we shall need; on the contrary, when we do move beyond its opening paragraph, we shall find that further, vital specifications of how The Claim of Reason should be read appear regularly throughout this text. Similarly, we can begin a reading of The Claim of Reason with its notorious opening sentence without confusing that opening with the starting of the philosophy that the book expresses; we might, for example, think that its philosophy starts before that opening—with the epigraph to the part of the book in which this opening chapter appears, with the title, subtitle, and epigraph of the book itself, or with its foreword. The fact that our reading begins by passing over these elements does not entail that it must overlook the instruction they contain; a reading of a text might as properly go on from the point at which it begins by going backward as by going forward. Mine will do both.
Second Paragraph: Texts and Problems Shall we go on? The third sentence of the book’s opening chapter, the opening sentence of its second paragraph, has as follows:
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I believe that this sentence has been taken to establish two conclusions. First, that this is where Cavell first appears in person in The Claim of Reason;4 and second, that in so doing he asserts that The Claim of Reason as a whole is predicated upon an understanding of philosophy as a set of texts rather than a set of problems.5 Both appear to me to be based on misconstruals of the sentence. The first conclusion is doubly erroneous. It fails to appreciate that the pronoun that appears for the first time in this paragraph is the first person singular—the first paragraph is studded with instances of the first person plural, and as always, “we” includes both speaker and addressees. It further fails to appreciate that the explicit deployment of the first person singular pronoun is not needed for an author to leave his personal mark on a sentence. On the contrary, if any sentences of philosophical prose fit the aphorism Le style c’est l’homme meˆme, it is surely those opening The Claim of Reason; they perform as full an introduction to their author’s philosophical personality as might be desired. What the shift from “we” to “I” rather implies is Cavell’s sense of isolation, his sense that he cannot even hope (and perhaps does not even wish) that the idea he will advance is something with which others already, unknowingly agree. The second conclusion registers the contrastive force of the “but” in Cavell’s sentence but fails to register the presence and the tense of the verb “to wish.” This sentence does not say that Cavell understands philosophy not as a set of problems but as a set of texts; it does not even say that he wishes so to understand philosophy; it says that he has so wished. The past tense strongly implies that this wish is one by which he is no longer possessed, or at least with which he is no longer comfortable as it stands—that it is something from which he has attained, or wishes to attain, a certain perspective; without entirely wishing to spurn it, he harbors a suspicion about it. We might feel that this suspicion is also registered in his description of himself as “insisting” upon the Investigations as a philosophical text. In the Investigations itself, Wittgenstein is always suspicious of interlocutors who are led to insist on something; and Cavell maintains this wariness throughout The Claim of Reason. We might therefore ask ourselves: when Cavell insists that the Investigations is a philosophical text, who does he take himself to be informing, and of what? How or why might anyone think otherwise? These suspicions are clarified in the following sentence: This means to me that the contribution of a philosopher—anyway of a creative thinker—to the subject of philosophy is not to be understood as a contribution to, or of, a set of given problems, although both historians and non-historians of the subject are given to suppose otherwise. (CR, 3–4)
Here, the stress falls not upon the idea of problems but upon their givenness. Cavell appears not to propose a view of philosophy as a set of texts rather than problems (a proposal requiring a suspiciously simple opposition between problems and texts), but rather to oppose the presumption that philosophical problems can be thought to form a given set or list. The implication is that if we properly acknowl-
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edge the obvious fact that philosophers typically contribute to their subject by means of texts, then we will question the idea that we can define a distinctively philosophical problem by pointing, or by enumerating a given set of features. For Cavell, what a distinctively philosophical problem might be is itself a philosophical problem, and of a fundamental kind. This idea harks back to the emphasis of his first sentence upon the idea that the terms of criticism and self-criticism that a philosophy deploys are definitive of it. For they crystallize that philosophy’s understanding of what it is for a position or statement to be philosophically problematic or questionable; and on Cavell’s view, to elaborate terms of criticism is precisely the work of philosophical texts. To characterize philosophical texts by their shouldering of such burdens is bound to unsettle given philosophical conceptions of the nature of a text, as well as the idea that which texts count as philosophical can be specified by a given list—in terms of what one might call a canon (one from which literary texts, for example, are excluded). In other words, Cavell’s investigation aims to question our conception of philosophical problems as given by questioning our conception of philosophical texts as given; so for him, the concept of a philosophical problem and that of a philosophical text are not so much opposed as internally related. All of this preliminary unsettling induces the first intervention of many from his interlocutor (or at least the first intervention from one of his many interlocutors)—a signature effect of this text: —And is the remark about texts and not problems itself to be taken as a philosophical text? It seems argumentative or empty enough, since obviously not all texts are philosophical ones, but only these that precisely contain problems of a certain sort! (CR, 4)
Cavell’s response to this intervention is a straight-faced, even stuffy reply to the first rather than the second of its sentences; he simply points out that the shortness of his own remark is no bar to its being counted as philosophical. This is hardly calculated to satisfy the interlocutor, for it responds to what is (clearly?) a piece of sarcasm disguised as a query as if it were a genuine question and leaves entirely unaddressed the substantive (argumentative?) points contained in the second sentence. Insofar as it does, however, it brings into question the interlocutor’s standing conceptions of what a well-directed philosophical intervention, and what a satisfying philosophical response to it, might be. It implies, for example, that the sarcastic query is a more genuinely philosophical intervention than its argumentative followup, more genuinely deserving of a philosophical response. Why? Because it at least takes the form of an attempt to apply the (argumentative?) content of Cavell’s third sentence to itself, to test its consistency with or responsiveness to itself—to measure its self-consciousness or reflexivity. The implicit instruction here is that no text that fails to measure up to the claims it advances can count as genuinely philosophical, that a philosophical text is one whose form and content are mutually attuned from top to bottom. In reality, however, Cavell does not overlook his interlocutor’s second sentence. For he immediately develops the theme of the length of philosophical texts into what he calls a budget of philosophical genres or paradigms, and this development contains the following remark:
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Here, Cavell implicitly denies that he is endorsing what the interlocutor thinks his earlier remark about texts and problems commits him to—the idea that all texts are (at least potentially?) philosophical ones. For him, someone who treats anything and everything as a philosophical text is no more a genuine philosopher than someone who improves upon an infant’s first cry is properly preaching; both, in their eagerness to extend the reach of their responses, have exceeded their grasp of what might merit or require such a response. Of course, it also implies that those who find nothing to be worthy of a philosophical response have equally lost touch with the point of philosophy; it has gone dead for them, receded from their grasp. In this sense, Cavell has no quarrel with his interlocutor’s second remark; since he does not wish to assert what the interlocutor denies, he need not oppose that denial. He cannot, however, simply refuse to satisfy the interlocutor’s wish for an argument, because of the way the interlocutor formulates the denial. The interlocutor does not say: “Not all texts are philosophical ones, but rather: “Obviously not all texts are philosophical ones”; and the criterion invoked for this obvious distinction is the fact that a text contains problems of a certain sort. That “obviously,” paired with the assumption or a standing sense of what sort of problems are distinctively philosophical, conflicts with Cavell’s view that whether a text is one to which a philosophical response is appropriate, or (if you prefer) one that raises problems of a sort requiring a philosophical response, is not given or obvious, but is rather to be discovered through individual acts of what one might call philosophical criticism. After all, the whole of the Investigations can be thought of as a philosophical response (to a preacher’s response) to an infant’s first utterances, its first cry for language (and we might ask whether Wittgenstein thinks that Augustine was (philosophically?) wrong because he improved upon that cry, or because he improved upon it in the wrong way); and the whole of The Claim of Reason might be thought of as attempting not to start (or to transcend) a quarrel with God.
Third Paragraph: Writing, Speech, and the Human Voice Within the first of his overtly self-introductory remarks, Cavell devotes his third paragraph to a further specification of what he wants from the idea of a new emphasis upon (or an emphasis upon a new) conception of philosophical texts: A measure of the quality of a new text is the quality of the texts it arouses. That a text may exist primarily in an oral tradition would not counter my thought here. Though the fact that it exists primarily in an oral tradition may determine the size or shape of its response, i.e., of an acceptable contribution to its text. I may say that while Wittgenstein’s philosophizing is more completely attentive to the human voice than any other I think of, it strikes me that its teaching is essentially something written, that some things essential to its teaching cannot be spoken. This may mean that some things he says have lost, or have yet to find, the human circle in which they can usefully be said. (CR, 5)
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Clearly, Cavell’s concept of a text does not signify writing as opposed to speech. Nevertheless, from the third clause of his opening sentence, his emphasis upon philosophical texts has hung together with an emphasis upon the essential contribution made to philosophical work by philosophical writing, its manner and its method; and he states that some things essential to the teaching of the Investigations (and thus, according to my intuition, to The Claim of Reason) cannot be spoken. However, this assertion is multiply qualified. First, since Cavell also regards the Investigations as fundamentally attuned to the human voice, its writtenness appears not in opposition to that voice but as essential to its proper expression; if anything, what this remark opposes to the voice is not writing but speech. And second, Cavell’s own (admittedly tentative) gloss on his claim that some things essential to Wittgenstein’s teaching cannot be spoken bargains away the necessity of that “cannot”; he suggests that the context in which it might be spoken may be absent only at present. Here is a concrete instance of his methodological claim that essence is expressed by grammar, and so must be understood as a function of the embodiment of the language it governs in a form of life, which means in the particular arrangements of a human community. This Wittgensteinian conception implies that essence and necessity ultimately rest upon the responses that are normal and natural to human beings, and so that what is necessary can be subject to alteration, to the forces (however vast, unintended, and slow moving) of contingency. With respect to the particular essences and necessities in question here, Cavell’s second qualification shows that for him, both the essential connection between Wittgenstein’s teaching and writing, and the essential opposition between that teaching and speech, are a function of the prevailing forms of human community to which that teaching is addressed. It suggests, in other words, that in another human community, or in this one under another dispensation of culture, what must now be written could usefully be said—that the human voice could reappear in both oral and written texts.
Fourth Paragraph: Modernism Why, then, under the present dispensation of culture, must this teaching—both Wittgenstein’s and that of The Claim of Reason—be written? Cavell devotes his fourth (entirely parenthetical) paragraph, still within the first of his overtly selfintroductory remarks, to a reformulation of and response to this question: If one asks: When must a work, or task, be written, or permanently marked?, one may start thinking what makes a work, or task, memorable. And of course the answer to this alone should not distinguish philosophy from, say, music or poetry or early astronomy or ruler and compass proof in geometry (or, I wish I knew, what level of logic?). Poetry (some poetry) need not be written; novels must be. It seems to me that a thought I once expressed concerning the development of music relates to this. I said (“Music Discomposed” pp. 200, 201) that at some point in Beethoven’s work you can no longer relate what you hear to a process of improvisation. Here I should like to add the thought that at that point music, such music, must be written. If one may speculate that at such a stage a musical work of art requires parts that are unpre-
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I want to concentrate on the instructions this paragraph contains for reading the Investigations, and so for reading The Claim of Reason; we have, after all, been told that the form of both texts is internal to their work, and the most fundamental fact about their form—more fundamental than any fact about how they are written—is that they are written. According to Cavell’s opening formulation, one reason for thinking that a certain teaching must be written is the idea that it would otherwise be impermanent, that its oral expression or marking would not ensure that it remained open to remarking. Presumably, then, in the present state of human (philosophical) culture, if this teaching were not written, it would be forgotten; it is written in the name of a past or future human circle, of a kind that our present circle cannot recall or create (remember or re-member). But why is our present human circle unable to preserve this teaching in the absence of its written record? Cavell offers an analogy, recalled from his earlier writings, to develop this theme. It will help our understanding of what is to come if I recall some sentences from that essay, in which he describes Beethoven’s earlier work: One can hear, in the music in question, how the composition is related to, or could grow in familiar ways from, a process of improvisation; as though the parts meted out by the composer were reenactments, or dramatizations, of successes his improvisations had discovered—given the finish and permanence the occasion deserves and the public demands, but containing essentially only such discoveries. . . . Somewhere in the development of Beethoven, this ceases to be imaginable. . . . Why might such a phenomenon occur? . . . The context in which we can hear music as improvisatory is one in which the language it employs, its conventions, are familiar or obvious enough (whether because simple or because they permit of a total mastery or perspicuity) that at no point are we or the performer in doubt about our location or goal; there are solutions to every problem, permitting the exercise of familiar forms of resourcefulness; a mistake is clearly recognizable as such, and may even present a chance to be seized; and just as the general range of chances is circumscribed, so there is a preparation for every chance, and if not an inspired one, then a formula for one. But in the late experience of Beethoven, it is as if our freedom to act no longer depends on the possibility of spontaneity; improvising to fit a given lack or need is no longer enough. The entire enterprise of action and of communication has become problematic. The problem is no longer how to do what you want, but to know what would satisfy you. We could also say: Convention as a whole is now looked upon not as a firm inheritance from the past, but as a continuing improvisation in the face of problems we no longer understand. Nothing we now have to say, no
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personal utterance, has its meaning conveyed in the conventions and formulas we now share. . . . [O]ur choices seem to be those of silence, or nihilism (the denial of the value of shared meaning altogether), or statements so personal as to form the possibility of communication without the support of convention—perhaps to become the source of new convention. . . . Such, at any rate, are the choices which the modern works of art I know seem to me to have made.6
Add to this, as Cavell immediately does, the thought that at such a point, such music must be written, and the work of the Investigations and The Claim of Reason appears as essentially modernist. Their teaching is triply devoid of memorability. Its parts or elements can no longer be read as reenactments or memorials of insights originally discovered by improvisation; this is because neither writer nor readers possess a common fund of agreed-upon conventions that they might call upon or recall to control their sense of what a philosophical problem is, what might count as its solution, of what resources might be used to discover those solutions, what might count as a mistaken resolution; and the absence of such familiar landmarks or reference points puts the direction of any exercise of philosophical thinking, and so the tasks of predicting or recalling its progress, in the absence of a permanent record of it, essentially beyond us. In these conditions, philosophical teaching must be written, and written in face of the thought that the entire enterprise of creative thinking has become problematic, that thinkers in the present circumstances of human culture lack any grasp of what they want of thinking, let alone how to achieve it. In short, there are no given philosophical conventions; the present philosophical task is continuously to improvise them, and to do so through the writing of texts that offer statements so personal as to permit communication without convention, or the origination of new conventions. Given this, would we want to say that The Claim of Reason is a lyric or a dramatic composition? Were its elements fully formed on their first appearance and written down only to await their right company; or were they preserved so that they might grow outside the womb, to allow the transformations through which they might find their proper place? On the one hand, parts two and three appear as reduced but otherwise unaltered from their original appearance in Cavell’s dissertation. Their pairing is intended to facilitate comparisons and contrasts between epistemological and moral debates (CR, 250); and the reader’s sense of shock in making the transition from part three to part four, thereby encountering prose possessed of a very different range, complexity, and intensity, indicates that parts three and four appear to be at best related by juxtaposition—with neither adapting to nor accommodating the specificities of the other’s style and substance. On the other hand, Cavell’s description of the dramatic mode of composition as “essentially stratified and partitioned” seems an apt characterization of The Claim of Reason as a whole: it is partitioned into four portions, and multiply stratified by its shifting periods of composition and its alterations of textual telos. I take it, then, that answering the question of this book’s composition depends upon whether we read its parts as prefabricated units or as organically premature—as building blocks or body parts. The fact that the textual indications point to two different answers shows, I believe, not that we can read The Claim of Reason as either a lyric or a dramatic composition, but rather that we must read it
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as both. I think of this as the book’s theory of itself—as composed of fragments or as fragmentary—and understand this theory as both a confirmation and a further specification of The Claim of Reason’s understanding of itself as a modernist work. If we focus on the dramatic aspects of the book’s composition, its fragments will appear as both embryos and members—each is capable of further growth (even if outside the womb), but each thereby grows toward taking its place as a member of, to remember, a larger organic whole. But there remains the undeniable sense that this book remains somehow fragmentary, its members never shaking off the aura or memory of dismemberment. We might ask why this air of the embryonic is internal to the book’s work; and if we now try thinking of its fragmentariness in lyric terms—in terms of building blocks rather than body parts—we will start thinking of the book as an edifice arising from ruins, and of its material as stones, slabs, pillars, and blocks strewn along the ground. Such an image recalls the work of the builders at the opening of the Investigations; it also recalls Wittgenstein’s interlocutor’s sense that philosophy as he practices it destroys everything that is important, “[a]s it were all the buildings, leaving behind only bits of stone and rubble” (PI, 118), in response to which Wittgenstein claims that he is only “clearing up the ground of language” on which structures of air, philosophical houses of cards, once stood. So is a modernist philosophical text engaged in destruction or reconstruction, or both, or neither? Is destroying structures of air true destruction? Is clearing up the ground of language on which they stood a form of construction or of reconstruction, or a preparation for (re)construction? What are the materials for such a project, and what does it aim to build? From what we have learned so far, we might say: the birth or rebirth of a new human circle, which means a new dispensation of culture, one that dispenses with the present illusion of human cultivation in the name of a possibility of genuinely creative thought, of a form of life in which thinkers (which means language users, which means all human beings) can discover genuine satisfaction, in which the fragments of past communities of meaningful thought and value can be used in the reconstruction of new but personally authorized conventions. In such a circle, what Wittgenstein and Cavell hope to teach can indeed be usefully said; but since the texts they now write are written in the name of that future possibility and in the shadow of the present actuality, on a ground where construction is possible but only with the ruins of the past and amid the ruination of the present, they must take on a form that is both dismembered and embryonic, a half-built edifice whose form acknowledges both its origin in ruins and the completion it foreshadows. Cavell effects just such an acknowledgment by placing his most recent writing as his book’s final part; it thereby appears as the future foreshadowed in (that is, unpredictable from but retrospectively derivable from) the book’s preceding and originating parts—the fragments, as he tells us in the foreword, of his past dissertation. Sequentially and thematically, part four draws upon, develops, and reworks material from the other three parts; and in terms of his philosophical development, it is only at its center that Cavell hears himself using his own voice (a voice that is at once an extension and a denial of Wittgenstein’s (CR, xv) to say “something fairly continuously at the right level” for thinking about the problems that sparked
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his original interest in Wittgenstein, the shifting focus of his dissertation and his continuing concerns in philosophy (CR, xiii). Accordingly, anyone interested in the mode of composition of The Claim of Reason must be concerned with the mode of composition of its culminating portion; and in this too, the foreword has more than autobiographical value. There, Cavell offers the following account of the composition of part four: What emerged . . . was something I more and more came to regard, or to accept, even to depend upon, as the keeping of a limited philosophical journal. Writing it was like the keeping of a journal in two main respects. First, the autonomy of each span of writing is a more important goal than smooth, or any, transitions between spans (where one span may join a number of actual days, or occupy less than one full day). This ordering of goals tends to push prose to the aphoristic. . . . Second, there would be no point, or no hope, in showing the work to others until the life, or place, of which it was the journal, was successfully, if temporarily, left behind, used up. (CR, xix)
I note the implication that this part of The Claim of Reason conforms to both the lyric and the dramatic modes of composition that one could apply to the book as a whole—its entries are at once autonomous building blocks juxtaposed with one another, and yet responsive to conclusions formed in earlier entries (there are real transitions between them, as Cavell’s note on the overlapping ranges of the subtitles he assigns to their various phrases makes clear [CR, viii]). I note also certain ideas of temporality and progress—the dailiness or diurnality of the journal form (and name), the idea of entries as records of past inhabitations and experiences, but as allowing new inhabitations and new experience (so that their composition amounts to the remembering of a journey, the using up of nostalgia in the name of the future). I note finally the idea of the aphorism as a paradigm for prose produced under such pressures, an idea that Cavell has recently argued is as applicable to the Investigations as it is to this part of his text, and internal to its modernist work. Can the motley of writing modes to which Cavell resorts in the development sequence of part four be more precisely characterized? Instruction emerges in two further passages. The first, from part one, interprets Cavell’s reading of Wittgensteinian criteria as showing that statements of fact and judgments of value rest upon the same capacities of human nature, that only a creature that can judge of value can state a fact (CR, 14–15). He reformulates this as the claim that “what can comprehensibly be said is what is found to be worth saying” (CR, 94), which he thinks of as requiring an aesthetics and an economics of speech: In the former case we follow the fact that understanding what someone says is a function of understanding the intention expressed in his or her saying it, and then the fact that one’s intention is a function of what one wants, to a perspective from which responding to what another says is to be seen as demanding a response to (the other’s) desire. When in earlier writing of mine I broach the topic of the modern, I am broaching the topic of art as one in which the connection between expression and desire is purified, . . . [in which nothing] secures the value or the significance or an object apart from one’s wanting the thing to be as it is. . . . A strictness or scrupulousness of artistic desire thus comes to seem a moral and intellectual imperative. About the latter case. . . . —If we formulate the idea that valuing underwrites asserting as the idea
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Here, the Wittgensteinian philosopher’s responsiveness to those moments when we find ourselves meaning something other than what we took ourselves to be saying, or meaning nothing intelligible at all, is interpreted as a response to moments when our speech loses touch with comprehensible human desires and interests; and this inanity is read as exemplary of a possibility that our present culture faces or has already actualized. In this light, philosophy becomes the education of grown-ups; its task, that of turning its interlocutors away from mindlessness, and toward a form of life in which they might become genuinely interested. Texts written in this spirit ask for a species of conversion or rebirth, and attempt to effect it by forcing their readers to acknowledge themselves as internally split—fixated upon spurious forms of culture but attracted to a new circle of possibilities. Hence the connection, mooted in the foreword, between modernist philosophy and esotericism (CR, xvi); hence also Cavell’s future interest in moral perfectionism. Retaining from this press of implication the idea of an aesthetics and an economics of speech, we can turn to a final passage bearing upon the method or manner of part four. It occurs within that part, in the pause between its opening exposition of Wittgenstein and its later development, where Cavell denies that Wittgenstein’s (and so his) aphorisms are to be understood as metaphorical—certainly not when the idea of “metaphor” in play is reductive, one that pictures metaphorical meaning as reducible to, exhausted by, paraphrase. Instead, Cavell suggests the following paradigm: Such remarks . . . may be looked upon as myths, or fragments of a myth. . . . I should imagine that a reason one feels certain remarks about the soul to be metaphorical is that one does not want, or know how, to speak of them as mythological. (CR, 364)
What, then, might it mean to regard them as mythological? I assemble a list of distinctive features mentioned in succeeding pages. Myths are the subject of interpretation and argument; they will generally deal with origins at which no one can have been present; they are open to continuation, which can be thought of as revision; a false myth is not just untrue but destructive of truth; when the mythology and actuality cease to coexist harmoniously, then you have stopped living the myth. Cavell’s view seems to be that our myths of the soul and the actuality of which they are mythological expressions (which in this case means our sense of ourselves, and our lives, as embodied individuals in community with others) have come apart, and that we consequently find ourselves burdened with fragments of myths that we have stopped living, or with fragments of false myths—myths that are destructive of the truth of our nature, myths that cannot or should not be
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thought of as humanly livable. These are the materials with which the Wittgensteinian philosopher finds the ground of language strewn; they are the fragments from which a properly responsible modernist philosophy must construct its criticism of present human culture and attempt to reconstruct a humanly inhabitable form of life: Wittgenstein’s expression “The human body is the best picture of the human soul” is an attempt to replace or reinterpret these fragments of myth. It continues to express the idea that the soul is there to be seen, that my relation to the other soul is as immediate as to an object of sight, or would be as immediate if, so to speak, the relation could be effected. But Wittgenstein’s mythology shifts the location of the thing which blocks this vision. The block to my vision of the other is not the other’s body but my incapacity or unwillingness to interpret or to judge it accurately, to draw the right connections. The suggestion is: I suffer a kind of blindness, but I avoid the issue by projecting this darkness upon the other. (CR, 368)
This interpretation of Wittgenstein’s myth-fragment or aphorism exemplifies the way in which Cavell takes mythological uses of words to invite accounts of why they seem to epitomize or give expression to (to construct) a truth, or to destroy it; and by giving an account of why a given word is or is not the word I want—of whether or not it gives expression to a genuine human desire or interest or response—I make it possible to move away or to move on from those words, probably to some others. Cavell points out parenthetically that “the willingness and the refusal to exchange one word or expression for another, as well as the usefulness or futility in doing so, are themes running throughout the Investigations” (CR, 363). This same willingness or refusal is the engine of part four of The Claim of Reason. It moves from one aphoristic myth-fragment to another, constantly purifying their responsiveness to human desires and assessing their proper modes or rates of exchange, and thereby exemplifying at once an aesthetics and an economics of speech; and by forming itself from fragments of myth and aphorism, it can never itself be other than fragmentary or embryonic in form—thus continuing in philosophy one line of the modernist impulse in modern human culture.
Fifth Paragraph: Approaching the Hermeneutic Circle We have so far completed an interpretation of the first of the two self-introductory remarks Cavell offers before embarking on his opening interpretation of Wittgenstein’s notion of a criterion. The second of these remarks provides his solution to the paradox that emerged in the first paragraph of the book: But I was supposed to be saying something more, having said something first, by way of introducing myself, and concerning how we should approach Wittgenstein’s text. Accordingly, I will say, second, that there is no approach to it, anyway I have none. Approach suggests moving nearer, getting closer; hence it suggests that we are not already near or close enough; hence suggests we know some orderly direction to it not already taken within it; that we sense some distance between us and it which useful criticism could close. (CR, 6)
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Our paradox was: if the terms needed to approach a book can only be learned from the book itself, how can we ever begin to learn from it, this or anything? It can now be seen that the misunderstanding here arises from our having recourse to the idea of there being an approach to the text—for that places us entirely outside the text, and makes the text entirely opaque to us. The reality is that anyone capable of opening its covers is already close enough to learn from it—in part because no reader can begin a text entirely without a range of relevant capacities and experiences, or a basic orientation toward it; in part because to begin to read it is to begin to learn from it, which includes beginning to learn how to read it. Yet some texts are produced under conditions that entail that the reader’s preliminary orientation cannot be trusted, and so they must bear most of the responsibility of establishing the terms on which they can be understood—perhaps by attracting their readers across an unhelpful distance, perhaps by issuing rebukes that create a fruitful perspective. In these cases, nothing outside each text itself will provide an opening; only directions already taken within them will help. They cannot give their readers everything they need for deeper understanding at the outset; but they can give them enough to go on further, where they can be given more. On this understanding, there can be no objection to beginning our reading at the opening of a text, beginning with what it can teach us about how to learn from this text and then going on to explore other directions proposed within it; but there can be no excuse for confusing the end of that reading with the completion of our understanding, and less than none for refusing to begin. Notes This essay is reprinted from Common Knowledge, Fall 1996, by permission of the author and Oxford University Press. 1. Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason: Wittgenstein, Skepticism, Morality, Tragedy (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1979); hereafter cited as CR. 2. See CR, xv. 3. In Stanley Cavell, Philosophical Passages (Oxford: Blackwell, 1995), 125–86; hereafter cited as PP. 4. “Before introducing himself in The Claim of Reason, thus reserving the first-person pronoun for his second paragraph, Cavell insists that his reader enter the text through a labyrinthine first sentence of two hundred and sixteen words.” Michael Payne, “Introduction,” Bucknell Review 32 (1989): 15. 5. “Why an interest in texts over problems? . . . The problems of philosophy for Cavell are secondary to the contributed texts of philosophy.” Richard Fleming, The State of Philosophy: An Invitation to a Reading in Three Parts of Stanley Cavell’s The Claim of Reason (Lewisburg: Bucknell University Press, 1993), 24. 6. Cavell, Must We Mean What We Say? A Book of Essays (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1976), 200–202.
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Cavell’s “Romanticism” and Cavell’s Romanticism SIMON CRITCHLEY
I do not deny that truth can be used as a weapon; especially when it comes in fragments. Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason
The Romanticization of Everyday Life Romanticism is a persistent theme in Stanley Cavell’s work that has assumed increasing prominence in his later writings, in particular In Quest of the Ordinary (1988) and This New Yet Unapproachable America (1989). As one would expect from Cavell, the trajectory of his recovery of romanticism is singular: it leads from his abiding interest in the procedures of ordinary language philosophy, in particular Austin, back to the recovery of an American romantic tradition in Emerson and Thoreau, and forward into a strongly perfectionist reading of Wittgenstein and Heidegger, where these twin peaks of twentieth-century philosophy are seen “as showing philosophy to be [possible] as a continuation of romanticism” (NYUA, 5). Indeed, his intensification of interest in romanticism seems to be continuous with his perfectionist turn. The fascinating consequence of this linking of romanticism to perfectionism for the reading of Wittgenstein and Heidegger—that is, on Cavell’s account, for the continuation of philosophy—is that their concern with the ordinary or the everyday cannot be assimilated to a defense of certain commonsense or common-room beliefs about the world, but rather that they are both engaged in a contestation of common sense in the name of a transfiguration of everyday life. Thus, the Wittgensteinian teaching that philosophy must become a practice of leading words from their metaphysical usage to their everyday usage becomes a fantastic practice (NYUA, 66), insofar as Cavell claims that Wittgenstein views the actual everyday as a scene of illusion, best represented by a Spenglerian picture of culture as decline or a Nietzschean diagnosis of European civilization as nihilism. On Cavell’s reading, Wittgenstein is proposing a practice that would deliver us from the actual everyday to the eventual everyday (eventual might be considered speculatively here as both having an event character, an Ereignis in Heidegger’s 37
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sense, and linking the eventual to the possible, in German eventuell), a deliverance that is not a Platonic ascent out of the cave and the public space of doxa, but is rather a descent—a downgoing—into the uncanniness of the ordinary, or, in Heideggerian terms, the enigma of the everyday (NYUA, 46–47).1 This would be what Cavell calls a diurnalization of philosophy’s ambitions, looking beneath our feet rather than over our heads. As I see it, Cavell’s reading of Wittgenstein, particularly his biological interpretation of forms of life (NYUA, 42–45), is a crucial advance upon the breathtaking cultural and political complacency of much that passes for Wittgensteinian philosophizing: the everyday is not a network of practices or forms of life to which we can return by leaving our colleges and taking a turn in the street or a job in Woolworth’s. Rather, the turn to the everyday demands that philosophy becomes therapy or, to use Cavell’s words, “the education of grownups.” That is, it becomes a way of addressing the crisis of late modernity where the everyday is concealed and ideologically repackaged as “common sense,” what the later Husserl rightly saw as Lebensweltvergessenheit. We do not, therefore, return to the ordinary, the everyday or the Lebenswelt, so much as turn to them for the first time, undergoing a turning around, a conversion. The ordinary is not a ground, but a goal. It is something we are in quest of, it is the object of an inquest, it is in question—hence Cavell’s ambiguous title In Quest of the Ordinary. Of course, it is in relation to this sense of the ordinary as something extraordinary that we might begin to consider the relation between romanticism and everyday life: Romanticism’s work here interprets itself, so I have suggested, as the task of bringing the world back, as to life. This may, in turn, present itself as the quest for a return to the ordinary, or of it, a new creation of our habitat; or as the quest, away from that, for the creation of a new inhabitation. (IQO, 52–53)
The world must be romanticized, the quotidian must be made fantastic and the human made strange, “attracting the human to the work of becoming human.” Although it is not dealt with at any length in The Claim of Reason, romanticism remains a persistent presence in that work. In the concluding pages of part two, after claiming that a serious bond between Wittgenstein and Heidegger can be found in the way in which they both acknowledge the question of the mystery of existence, Cavell adds gnomically, “To be interested in such accounts . . . I suppose one will have to take an interest in certain preoccupations of romanticism” (CR, 241). However, romanticism assumes more centrality in the extraordinary fourth part of The Claim of Reason. In addition to the allusions to romantic poets, especially Blake, in the multiple epigraphs to part four and the sporadic outbreaks of citations from romantic texts, Cavell writes: One can think of romanticism as the discovery that the everyday is an exceptional achievement. Call it the achievement of the human. (CR, 463)
Thus, romanticism is the discovery of the exceptionality of the everyday, or, in terms discussed here, the uncanniness of the ordinary. However, the discovery of the everyday as an exceptional achievement must be combined with the acknowledgment that this achievement is never achieved. That
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is to say, romanticism is that process of secularization (CR, 470) or de-divinization that aims at the establishment of a community based on moral autonomy, but this ideal of community is never realized. Romanticism is, in my terms, a response to the problem of nihilism that aims at a de-theologized re-enchantment of the world. Happily, it fails—which does not imply a rejection of romanticism, but an elaboration of its unworked, nonromantic essence. This is why Cavell concludes, “So romantics dream revolution, and break their hearts” (CR, 464).
Emerson as the Literary Absolute I will come back later to this question of a broken-hearted romanticism, but I first want to criticize a specific claim that Cavell makes about romanticism. It concerns Cavell’s reading—or rather misreading—of The Literary Absolute. In the preface to In Quest of the Ordinary, which is essentially a foreword to Cavell’s 1983 Beckman lectures on romanticism, he notes: As I pack off the present material, a general misgiving is focused for me in my having just read The Literary Absolute. . . . There I find features of my Beckman lectures preceded, generously and practically, in certain opening themes and strategies, from the other side of the philosophical mind—the German by way of France, opposed to the English by way of America—specifically, the theme of a romantic call for the unity of philosophy and poetry precipitated by the aftermath of Kant’s revolution in philosophy. (IQO, xi)
Cavell rightly sees the central demand of romanticism as the unification of philosophy and poetry, a demand that he places alongside another demand announced in the foreword to The Claim of Reason, namely the unification of the two halves of the philosophical mind—the analytic and the Continental, of the English by way of America and the German by way of France. It presumably remains Cavell’s philosophical ambition—or his ambition for philosophy—“to define and date a place” of the overcoming of these opposed traditions; adding—with some justification, I think—that part four of The Claim of Reason is written “as though these paths had never divided” (CR, xiii). As Cavell has recently written, taking up a metaphor I discussed earlier, his thinking operates “within the tear in the Western philosophical mind, represented, so I believe, by the distances between the EnglishAmerican and the German-French dispensations.”2 However, this tear or rift in the Western philosophical mind reflects a third— and most important—aspect of division and demand for unification, which is the splitting within culture itself (CR, xiii). This is a crisis at the level of everyday life, which calls for a mending of the world. The diagnosis of crisis emerges most strongly in a text like This New Yet Unapproachable America, where Wittgenstein is rightly read as a philosopher of culture, who opposes the nomadism and nihilism of contemporary life with a practice of philosophy that has in view the achievement of the everyday, the redemption or—Cavell’s preferred word—recovery of culture. But rather than basing this claim in a reading of Wittgenstein’s Culture and Value—a more obvious and highly illuminating para-text and successor to Schle-
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gel’s fragments—Cavell argues that it is the very form of the Philosophical Investigations, with its weave of voices, that provides a picture of a redeemed culture, the imagined practice of an eventual everyday. Of course, this makes Wittgenstein—and Cavell, too—a prophet (NYUA, 74). Thus, the way in which Cavell’s interpretation of romanticism is, as he says, “preceded” by the concerns of The Literary Absolute permits us to focus three demands for unification in his work: 1. that of philosophy and poetry, 2. that of analytic and Continental philosophy, 3. that of culture with itself through the mediation of philosophy.
So far so good, we might say. This rehearses arguments set out earlier and shows that Cavell’s work is continuous with the bewildering naivete´ and failure of Jena Romanticism.3 However, continuing the quotation from In Quest of the Ordinary, Cavell makes a crucial second claim that takes him well beyond the argument of The Literary Absolute. He writes: It would have been, it seems to me, of exactly no philosophical use for me to have sought to weigh the relative merits of these starting places [i.e., Cavell’s own and Lacoue-Labarthe and Nancy’s] apart from establishing to my own satisfaction that, among other matters, Emerson’s writing bears up under the pressure of the call for philosophy, that he constitutes a fair realization of the bonding of philosophy and poetry that both Coleridge and Friedrich Schlegel had called for [emphasis added]. (IQO, xii)
Thus, the romantic demand for the unification of philosophy and poetry is, Cavell claims, given a “fair realization” in the writing of Emerson. A good deal turns here on what is meant by “fair” and on how this adjective modifies and softens the substantive “realization.” If we let the adjective soften the substantive, then Cavell’s claim would seem to be that Emerson is a “fair realization” in the same way that one might speak of a fair likeness in portraiture, that is, it is the best available under present conditions. However, Cavell makes the same claim in the opening pages of This New Yet Unapproachable America, entitled “Work in Progress,” the difference being that “realization” is no longer qualified by “fair,” but stands alone. I quote at length: Accepting the thesis presented by Lacoue-Labarthe and Nancy (which they find anticipated in Walter Benjamin and in Maurice Blanchot) that the idea of literature becoming its own theory . . . is what constitutes romanticism (in its origin in the Athenaeum), and beginning to see Emerson’s responsiveness to that Athenaeum material (or to its sources or its aftermath), my wonder at Emerson’s achievement is given a new turn. . . . So I should like to record my impression that, measured against, say, Friedrich Schlegel’s aphoristic, or rather, fragmentary, call for or vision of the union of poetry and philosophy, Emerson’s work presents itself as the realization of that vision. I do not mean that Emerson’s work is not “fragmentary.” Indeed it seems to me that the puzzle of the Emersonian sentence must find a piece of its solution in a theory of the fragment: maintaining fragmentariness is part of Emerson’s realization of romanticism. (NYUA, 20–21; emphasis added)
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Thus, Emerson’s writing is no longer “work in progress”—which, as LacoueLabarthe and Nancy remark and as we saw earlier, “becomes the infinite truth of the work” (LA, 48) or “the work of the absence of the work”—but the Work itself, the realization of the ideality of romanticism. Measured against the fragmentary nature of Schlegel’s call for the unification of philosophy and poetry, a call that results only in failure and unfinished works, Emerson is the realization of that call. Emersonian writing is the literary absolute, “the transformation of genius into practical power,” or again, “the gradual domestication of the idea of Culture.”4 But what does this claim mean? How exactly is Emerson the realization of romanticism? This is obviously bound up with the enormously privileged status that Cavell attributes to Emersonian writing: that is, to the genre of the Emersonian essay, the Emersonian sentence, and even the Emersonian word. First, and importantly, the Emersonian essay is not a renunciation of fragmentation in the name of wholeness—the great novel of secular modernity—rather Cavell claims that the essay is the realization of the fragment, the fulfillment of this genre. As Emerson writes of himself and the essay form in “Experience,” “I am a fragment, and this is a fragment of me.”5 Second, the Emersonian essay is not a realization of romanticism in the sense of a return to a precritical immediacy that allegedly characterized the art of antiquity. The essay as form is essentially self-conscious, self-critical, and modern. In what sense is it therefore a realization? In his labyrinthine, and at times highly convoluted, discussion of Emerson’s “Experience,” Cavell writes: I would like to say that Emerson’s “Experience” announces and provides the conditions under which an Emersonian essay can be experienced—the conditions of its own possibility. (NYUA, 103)
Focusing on the phrase “conditions of its own possibility,” we might say that the Emersonian essay, like a miniature transcendental deduction—a hedgehogsized version of the First Critique—self-consciously announces the conditions of possibility for its own intelligibility. The claim here is that each essay, each sentence, and each word has a reflective self-awareness of the conditions of possibility for its own realization. The effect of this form of writing is inertia or what Stephen Mulhall calls “lack of momentum.”6 In In Quest of the Ordinary, Cavell quotes Thoreau, where the latter imagines that a philosophy book suitable for students would be written with next to no forward motion; it would be a book that culminates in each sentence, and for which we can find no reason to continue reading from one sentence to the next (IQO, 18). For Cavell, the virtue of Emersonian (and, incidentally, Wittgensteinian) writing is that it knows when to stop, and this knowledge opens a certain relation to finitude. Indeed, reading an essay like Emerson’s “Experience,” it is not difficult to see what Cavell means about Emersonian writing: the rhythms of Emerson’s English are strange to my English ears—the style has a staccato muscularity, where each sentence seems to be the culmination of the argument and an argument in itself, the sentences form a dense linguistic undergrowth, each sentence plantlike and damp with individual pathos, momentarily reflecting a light that seems to emanate from an unseen source.
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Thus, Cavell presents Emerson (or, on Mulhall’s account, presents himself)7 as a realization of the Schlegelian demand for the unification of philosophy and poetry, and he presents the Emersonian essay—the sentence and the word—as the realization of the romantic fragment. That is to say, the “hedgehog theory” of the fragment discussed earlier, where the fragment is “entirely isolated from the surrounding world” and “complete in itself.” However, and this is my critique, in terms of the reading of Jena Romanticism set out earlier, Cavell must be said to misread The Literary Absolute and misunderstand the theory of the romantic fragment—a misunderstanding that, I believe, is at least partially caused by the fact that Cavell overlooks the decisive influence of Blanchot’s conception of literature upon Lacoue-Labarthe and Nancy. If, on my account, Jena Romanticism is rooted in the acute self-consciousness of its unworking or failure, the exploration of the lack of final synthesis in a continual process of self-creation and self-destruction and the quasi dialectics of wit and irony, then Cavell’s romanticism would seem to take us in a rather different direction. Jena Romanticism is rooted in essential ambiguity, which is the ambiguity of the genre of the fragment itself. The ambiguity of the fragment is continually directed toward and open to the future, a future underwritten by a lack of final synthesis. I would argue that it is the very futuricity of fragments that explains why we carry on reading them, and why their reading is not, as Cavell suggests, characterized by lack of momentum or inertia, but rather by a relentless and vertiginous forward motion without destination. The abrupt and discontinuous music of the fragments leaves the reader perpetually dissatisfied, perpetually craving more and perpetually frustrated by their seeming superficiality and evanescence. Cavell’s claim that Emerson represents a (fair) realization of the unification of philosophy and poetry, and an achievement of the theory of the fragment, misunderstands how the fragment works—or rather, unworks. To speak of realization in relation to the fragment is to misunderstand the fragment. It is to try and arrest the restless futural movement of worklessness; it is to try to close down the future opened by fragments; it is to put satisfaction in place of the dissatisfaction that haunts romanticism; it is to claim the coincidence of ideality and reality that characterizes the aesthetic absolutism discussed earlier, and whose pernicious political consequences I mentioned. Finally—and paradoxically, as we shall soon see—Cavell’s claim for Emerson disarms the threat of skepticism by arresting the limping of irony; it permits us not to be disappointed with criteria; it leaves the romantic without a broken heart.
Digression: Why Stanley Loves America and Why We Should Too The name “Emerson” has a privileged status in Cavell’s discourse. But it has to be associated with another name, a name to which it is intimately linked, a name which functions like “Germanien” for Heidegger, like “Auschwitz” for Adorno, and like “Israel” for Levinas. That name is “America.” The place of Emerson in Cavell’s work is profoundly related to America as a place for philosophy, as a response to the question “Has America expressed itself philosophically?” (IQO,
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11). The singular trajectory of Cavell’s thought, which takes him back from the philosophical present of Wittgenstein and Heidegger to Emerson and Thoreau, is driven by the fact that Emerson and Thoreau are American philosophers, part of an American formation, foundation, and inheritance. As Cavell notes in This New Yet Unapproachable America, Emerson’s writing is the “provision of experience for America, for ‘these’ shores” (NYUA, 92). Again, in In Quest of the Ordinary: On the contrary, my wish to inherit Emerson and Thoreau as philosophers, my claim for them as founding American thinking, is a claim both that America contains an unacknowledged current of thinking, and that this thinking accomplishes itself by teaching the inheritance of European philosophy—an inheritance that should make me not the master of this European philosophy, but also not its slave. (IQO, 181–82)
Neither master nor slave to the European tradition, but a distinct and distinctive voice—these are handsome republican sentiments that aspire to putting America on an equal philosophical footing with Europe. But I think Cavell goes slightly further than this. We saw earlier how Cavell claims that Emersonian writing realizes the romantic demand for the unification of philosophy and poetry, analytic and Continental philosophy and the division within culture itself. Now, the place where this union is most actively sought, where the gradual domestication of culture might take place, is America. Might we not hear this when Cavell writes: To claim Emerson and Thoreau as of the origin in America, not alone of what is called literature but of what may be called philosophy, is to claim that literature is neither the arbitrary embellishment nor the necessary other of philosophy. You can either say that in the New World, distinctive philosophy and literature do not exist in separation, or you can say that the American task is to create them from one another, as if the New World is still to remember, if not exactly to recapitulate, the cultural labors of the Old World. (IQO, 182)
America is an origin or is of the origin in a way that precedes the bifurcation of philosophy and literature. America’s founding texts ignore or sublate this bifurcation; they are, in a sense, both pre-and post-Platonic, both the union of philosophy and poetry seemingly sundered by the Republic and sought by romanticism and its heirs. Although Cavell does not make this vast claim for actually existing America, but for a kind of perfectionist Amerique a venir, in Emerson’s words, “this new yet unapproachable America that I have found in the West,”8 America is the romantic place par excellence. It is the place which promises romanticism, it has romantic promise, it is the achievement of romanticism as a promise. What Cavell often refers to as America’s belatedness is also the reason for its place as the destination of Europe, as both Europe’s exhausted disappearance and its fulfilled completion. This is perhaps what Hart Crane meant by referring to the American condition as “an improved infancy.”9 But shouldn’t such views arouse a little suspicion? Looking again at the earlier quotations from In Quest of the Ordinary, one might begin to wonder what Cavell could mean by “inheritance” and “founding.” What is the relation between the inheritance of the European philosophical tradition and the founding of America, specifically an American philosophical tradition? In Cavell, the notion of “found-
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ing” is often connected with “finding,” namely the alleged “finding” of America by Europeans—the title of Cavell’s piece on Emerson in This New Yet Unapproachable America is “Finding as Founding”—and the founding of a nation. What, one might ask, is the relation between philosophy and the founding of a nation? What does it mean to claim Emerson and Thoreau as founders of American philosophy, that is, as the origin of America’s self-consciousness as something—as a place—distinct from Europe? One might begin by noting the connection between founding/finding and inheritance, where the founding of an American philosophical tradition, and of America tout court as something new, is articulated together with the question of the inheritance of the European tradition. America inherits: that is to say, it is the recognition of both the exhaustion of the European tradition upon the territory of Europe, and of America as the continuation and completion of that tradition in a new territory. American philosophy, for Cavell, seems rooted in the experience of immigration, in the migration of words and worlds from the Old to the New, an experience of uprooting, displacement, and settlement. The question of founding raises the vast issue about the relation of America as it is figured in Emersonian writing to both the past of America as a place already founded, that is, native American culture, and also to cultural memory of extermination and slavery, which has produced the many countertraditions and counterinheritances that are found in late American modernity. To his credit, Cavell has persistently raised the question of slavery and oppression in relation to Emersonian writing, and one might note the following revealing passage from Must We Mean What We Say? It is simply crazy that there should ever have come into being a world with such a sin in it, in which a man is set apart because of his color—the superficial fact about a human being. Who could want such a world? For an American, fighting for his love of country, that the last hope of earth [emphasis added] should from its beginning have swallowed slavery, is an irony so withering, a justice so intimate in its rebuke of pride, as to measure only with God. (MWM, 141)10
It must be asked: What is the relation of Cavell’s Emersonian perfectionism to the hybrid ensemble of traditions and inheritances which make up the great rhizome of American cultural identity? Although it is doubtless banal to be reminded of this fact, the connection between philosophy and the founding of a nation or polis has decisive precedents in the philosophical tradition, whether one thinks of Plato’s misadventure in Syracuse or Heidegger’s repetition of Platonism in his National Socialist commitment. However, although it would be wrong to accuse Cavell of falling prey to the gross naı¨vete´ of philosophical nationalism, one can nonetheless note a continual continentalism in Cavell’s writing that typifies a whole genre of philosophical and political discourse, a continental drift where the names “America” and “The United States” become synonyms, and where the name of the nation is inflated and identified with an entire continent. Cavell, like so many others, does not speak of the Americas, but of America in the singular, which means the United States. American philosophy is, at best, a national philosophy with pretensions of becoming a continental philosophy.
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What does America mean as a philosophical event? What is the place of America in philosophical discourse? We might begin by considering a tradition of political philosophy that to my knowledge begins with Locke, where America is characterized as an infinite state of nature, and therefore the condition of possibility for the development of private property, mercantile capitalism, and liberal government.11 America is imagined as an infinite and empty space, as the wild, uncultivated, unpopulated resource for individual property and capital accumulation. Of course, America was not empty before European colonization and this myth of emptiness is as pernicious as Zionist claims that Palestine was empty prior to the establishment of the state of Israel. What is the time of America? Philosophically and politically, America is the thought and the land of the future.12 This is a trope that also recurs in political philosophy, for example in Tom Paine, where American revolutionary democracy is declared to be the future of Europe, an American future that begins in France in 1789 and will spread to all corners of Europe, even England.13 In this way, for Paine, the New World regenerates and rejuvenates the Old World and the onward march into the future will be accompanied by the music of collapsing monarchies. For Europe, America is an idea, an idea of democracy as Tocqueville described, an idea in the Kantian sense, the promise of a better future and the expression of political hope. Within the United States, America is also an idea, the core of a political theology. It is something in which the citizen is obliged to believe either as an object of love or intellectual and cultural hatred (which is but another form of love). America is the place for utopia, its locale—which is to say that America is the romantic place par excellence, the place where, in Emersonian terms, genius might be transformed into practical power. This is particularly visible in Coleridge’s plans for Pantisocracy, but also in Blake’s prophetic dreamscape where the ideas of revolution, liberty, and passion are defended against the wrath of Albion.14 But what of America as a place? The idea of America as the place for utopia, as the place where ideality should be (but cannot be) realized, allows us to highlight what I would see as a “founding” disjunction in the experience of America. What does one find in the West? Does one approach the unapproachable America? One anecdote among others comes to mind: driving from Death Valley to Las Vegas is a trip from the unearthly to the unreal. One traverses the desert and—lo!—the New Jerusalem rises out of the desert, shimmering with inexplicable, tacky splendor. Las Vegas is a shining beacon of nihilism, a place where European civilization evaporates into a series of casino complexes. Concrete, steel, and glass accelerate into the desert scrub, a hallucinatory architecture adorns itself in a submythology of imaginative travesty: Desert Sands, Excalibur, Treasure Island. America is an experience of absolute disjunction. On the one hand, it is to be overwhelmed by the utter sublimity of nature, say the un-Alpine granite vastness of Yosemite. But on the other hand, America is the cheerful celebration of the disappearance of culture into kitsch: the Liberace Museum, Graceland. There are two Americas and perhaps they are equally unreal: the double unreality of nature and culture. I also think here of the appearance that American cities have for the European, the cinematically induced conviction that this is what cities should look
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like—muscular, vast, inhuman spaces. But their effect exceeds reality, which is what Baudrillard, in his piece of romantic cultural metaphysics, means by hyperreality.15 American culture, in its justified historical revolt against Europe, is perhaps the aspiration that culture might achieve the condition of nature, become nature. I think this is what Baudrillard means when he describes America as the last remaining primitive society on earth.16 This might sound like faint praise, but praise it is. Two Americas: both utopia and dystopia. This much would seem to be clear in Cavell when he reads Wittgenstein as a philosopher of culture in the tradition of Nietzsche and Spengler, where culture is diagnosed as decline, as nihilism, so Cavell reads Wittgenstein as a philosopher of culture in order to read his own culture as this decline, as the acceleration of European nihilism. But, for Cavell, the experience of culture as decline in America and as America is always linked to the perfectionist hope for a redemption of culture through a recovery of the everyday, the demand for a sky under which philosophy might be possible (NYUA, 7). For Cavell, and this is the source of his disagreement with Rorty, the greatest danger is a culture without philosophy, that is, without that endless play of voices that Cavell finds at work in Wittgenstein’s Investigations. It is the latter that provides Cavell with both the diagnosis of culture as decline—the actual everyday— and the image of a redeemed culture—the eventual everyday. In Cavell, this twoAmericas problem is focused in his repeated invocation of Emerson’s remark, “I know the world I converse with in the city and in the farms is not the world I think.”17 But how is one to approach this new but unapproachable America? Is one to approach it? Cavell does not pretend to solve this dilemma; rather he recommends to us another Emersonian sentence, “Patience, patience, we shall win at the last.” What might Cavell mean by this? What I find here—and it is very little—is the offer of “a passive practice,” that is, a way of inhabiting the actual everyday with one eye on the eventual everyday, a passive power that Cavell explicitly links to Thoreau’s notion of civil disobedience (NYUA, 115). Such is perhaps Cavell’s weak messianism. However, Cavell’s most revealing passage on America appears in his 1969 essay on King Lear, and it allows one to glimpse another America in Cavell, an America of unworked romanticism, a separated and tragic America. Cavell writes: Those who voice politically radical wishes for this country may forget the radical hopes it holds for itself, and not know that the hatred of America by its intellectuals is only their own version of patriotism. (MWM, 345)
America, Cavell insists, needs to be loved. It needs love like no other nation, and like no other nation has it been the object of love. The union of love is what America has always wanted; it is what it tore itself apart in the Civil War trying to achieve. America has never been able to bear its separateness and therein lies its tragedy. In lines written at the height of the fateful involvement of the United States in Vietnam, Cavell writes of America, in an act of literary civil disobedience: Union is what it wanted. And it has never felt that union has been achieved. Hence its terror of dissent, which does not threaten its power but its integrity. So it is killing
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itself and killing another country in order not to admit its helplessness in the face of suffering, in order not to acknowledge its separateness.
“America,” Cavell goes on, “is the anti-Marxist country,” the nation where, as Baudrillard cheerfully notes, the nineteenth century did not happen.18 But things could change. After all, it’s a free country, “but it will take a change of consciousness. So phenomenology becomes politics” (MWM, 346). “Has America happened?” (NYUA, 114). Cavell grants that this is a romantic question, the romantic question par excellence, for it concerns the unification of philosophy and poetry as a unification of culture with itself and the possibility of a transformation of genius into practical power. Such a unification would be the moment when phenomenology becomes politics, the fantastic moment when Plato lives happily ever after in Syracuse and when Heidegger benevolently looks down from his hut on a Germany resolute in its collective Dasein. Now, although Cavell comes close to a form of cultural nationalism (or even cultural continentalism) that is both historically fallacious and politically pernicious, failing to take account of the deep hybridities of American memory; and although Cavell’s names—“Emerson” and “America”—call for a careful critical dismantling, I would claim that nonetheless he avoids the deepest naı¨vete´ of romanticism, namely its aestheticization of politics. America, for him, is the tragic experience of separation I will return to later, an unworked America that hesitates in the tension between nihilism and its overcoming, between the actual everyday and the eventual everyday. America is a philosophical event that can never happen. All that remains is an approach and a series of hallucinatory cliche´s: the Manhattan skyline emerging from the mist to the accompaniment of Gershwin, the soiled pearl of Las Vegas shimmering in the baking desert heat, the sublimity of the nighttime Chicago sky-scape. We arrive and it is too late. There is only the approach.
Cavell’s Romanticism What happens to us at the death of the body is what happens to the music when the music concludes. There is a period of reverberation, and then nothing. (CR, 410)
I Live My Skepticism Cavell’s “romanticism” is, on the view I have presented, not romantic. His reading of The Literary Absolute, and particularly his claims for “Emerson” and “America,” yield a version of romanticism that can be offered as an aesthetic absolutism ripe for Hegelian/Schmittian critique. However, and this is the positive thought that I would like to pursue in concluding, this does not mean that Cavell’s thought is not ultimately romantic, despite itself, and despite its “romanticism.” The curious thing about Cavell’s Emersonian “romanticism,” at least on my account, is that it is unCavellian. As is clear from the opening chapters of The Claim of Reason,19 Cavell’s thought is dominated by the insight that criteria come to an end (CR, 412). The idea of a criterion, which is understood as the means by which the existence of something is established with certainty, thereby refuting the possibility of skepti-
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cism, fails to provide us with the certainty we desire. To take the famous Wittgensteinian example of whether I have criteria to decide whether another person is in pain, Cavell concludes that my criteria will always fall short. There is no epistemic assurance that my words will reach all the way into the other’s interiority. Thus, rather than refuting skepticism, criteria—whose necessity only arises at that fateful moment when attunement or agreement (Ubereinstimmung) is threatened or lost, when the social contract breaks down—reveal the truth of skepticism, that is, its irrefutability. Of course, to acknowledge the truth of skepticism is not the same as admitting that skepticism is true, for this would constitute a further escape into a new inverted metaphysics of certainty, namely relativism. Rather Cavell is seeking to draw us into a position where we are denied both the possibility of an epistemological guarantee for our beliefs and the possibility of a skeptical escape from those beliefs. Of course, this is hard for us to bear, but it is here that we must learn to, as Putnam puts it, “wriggle.”20 The burden of much of Cavell’s argument in The Claim of Reason is to show that this struggle with skepticism provides both the animating intention and dramatic tension of Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations. The deeply self-conscious and willfully unsystematic rhetorical form of the Investigations, particularly its endless play of questioning and answering voices, is, according to Cavell, intended to show our continual exposure to the threat of skepticism. The Investigations is both paradigmatic of philosophy, insofar as criteria do not overcome skepticism but are disappointed and disappointing, and paradigmatic of what it means to be human as such, because the denial of skepticism would ultimately be the denial of what it is to be human. To grasp this second claim, we have to understand that the problem of skepticism (particularly skepticism concerning other minds) is not first and foremost a theoretical problem. For Cavell, unlike Heidegger,21 there is no everyday or commonsense alternative to skepticism (CR, 431). To entertain skeptical doubt is an everyday occurrence, and there is nothing about other minds that satisfies me for all practical purposes. (Is this true? Does it not assume the activity of reflection at all stages of everyday life?) As Cavell puts it, to live without skepticism “would be to fall in love with the world” (CR, 431). Perhaps the desire that governs so much philosophy is this wish to fall in love with the world and to achieve what Cavell calls “empathic projection” (CR, 420) with the other, the identity of subject and object without remainder, slack, or excess. Perhaps this goes some way toward explaining what is going on in Heidegger’s existential analytic of inauthenticity in division I of Being and Time—but that is another story for another occasion. For Cavell, on the contrary, “I live my skepticism” (CR, 437). That is, skepticism is a praxis, a practice of the self conditioned by the acknowledgment of ignorance and limitation. As Cavell puts it, “My ignorance of the existence of others is not the fate of my natural condition as a human knower, but my way of inhabiting that condition” (CR, 432).22 Thus, the real problem with skepticism, according to Cavell, is that we attempt to convert the way we inhabit the human condition into a theoretical problem and this prevents an acknowledgment of the limitedness of the human glimpsed in skepticism. However, it should be noted that the theoreticism of skepticism is only a problem for modern, epistemological skepticism and the
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same claim cannot simply be made for ancient skepticism, which was not merely theoretical doubt about the truth of certain metaphysical theses but a practical doubt about the whole of one’s life, a full existential epoche. In this light, Cavell’s work might be viewed as a tacit recovery of the ethos of ancient skepticism.23
Cavell’s Tragic Wisdom This brings me to what I see as the central insight of Cavell’s work, what one might call its tragic wisdom, which, like a musical leitmotif, is rarely explicitly formulated but which constantly returns in different variations throughout his work: the need for an acceptance of human finitude as that which cannot be overcome— that is to say, an acceptance of the finiteness of the finite, of the limitedness of the human condition. Contra Mulhall, this is why Cavell’s work can be seen as neither Christian nor anti-Christian, that is, crudely “Nietzschean,” insofar as both the Christian and the Nietzschean share the belief that the human condition is something that must be overcome whether in redemption through the person of Christ revealed through Scripture or through Zarathustra’s teaching of the overman. To express this with a historical figure, I think Cavell rightly accepts Pascal’s tragic vision of the limitedness of the human condition without his accompanying faith in the possibility of overcoming that condition through redemption. As Mulhall’s use of Charles Taylor’s Sources of the Self attempts to show, the roots of Cavell’s philosophical preoccupations may well be religious, but I do not see why this entails that their consequences should be religious.24 To make this move is to sidestep the problem of nihilism which has been the framing theme of this book. Philosophy cannot say sin, but neither can it say salvation. What philosophy can say is itself, an endless self-assertion, an endless arrogance and arrogation of the voice that is in conflict with the religious (i.e., Kierkegaardian-Weilian) vision of dying to the self that characterizes the awaiting for God. However, such assertion is not the expression of the self’s mastery, but the expression of its frailty, its separateness; a minimal but irreducible ipseity that returns reluctantly to itself in the absence of God, a self for whom at the moment of the body’s death, “there is a period of reverberation and then nothing.” In these disappointing circumstances—and it has been my claim that philosophical modernity is the attempt to live with(in) the disappointment of religion—the best that can be hoped for is an acknowledgment of this limitedness, whilst the worst is the failure to make this acknowledgment. Responding to the skeptical teaching of King Lear—ventriloquized through the character of Edgar—Cavell writes: “What the skeptic opens my eyes to is the knowledge that this is the best—the occurrence of this tree, of that stone, at that distance, in this light, myself undrugged and unhampered, in the best of health” (CR, 432–33). “This is the best”—such is the maxim of the person who has survived skepticism, something that is doubtless true of a tragic figure like Edgar, but perhaps equally true of the comic hero: of Chaplin, Keaton (CR, 452), or, as Cavell has recently said, Groucho Marx—for these are also survivors of skepticism. Perhaps the secret desire of this lecture is to replace Emerson with Groucho Marx as the
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hero of Cavell’s philosophy and as a spokesman for this new yet unapproachable America.25 The inanity and insanity of Groucho’s words, these words in migration, these words of immigration, such is Cavell’s spectre de Marx: Groucho rather than Karl-o.26 Recalling the most Marxist moment in Cavell—”It wasn’t hurting, I was just calling my hamsters” (CR, 89) we can see how the whole problem of skepticism (was he really calling his hamsters?) also opens in the experience of the comic. Moving from the comic to the tragic, the path from skepticism to tragedy becomes clear in part four of The Claim of Reason, “tragedy is the public form of the life of skepticism with respect to other minds” (CR, 476). That is, in Cavell’s terms, tragedy is the dramatization of the failure to acknowledge others. The skeptical teaching of tragedy—and the tragic teaching of skepticism—is the fact that I cannot know the other. In part four of The Claim of Reason, Cavell gives three examples of tragedy by looking at Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice, A Winter’s Tale, and a stunning, extended reading of Othello. The book closes with the image of Othello and Desdemona dead on their nuptial bed. For Cavell, this image constitutes an emblem for the truth of skepticism. Othello—like America—could not yield to what he knew, he could not accept the tragic wisdom of the limitedness of his knowledge of Desdemona and consequently he failed to acknowledge her separateness, her alterity. This is why Othello kills Desdemona. For Cavell, intrinsic to any acceptance of the limitedness of the human condition, of the finiteness of the finite, is an acknowledgment of separation. In a retrospective remark, Cavell writes, “I have argued for an understanding of the having of the self as an acceptance of the idea of being by oneself” (CR, 367). Cavell is proposing here a conception of self in terms of ‘aloneness’, ‘oneness’ or what Thoreau calls “holiness.”27 In relation to the problem of skepticism, the claim here is that skepticism concerning other minds becomes a way of acknowledging the other’s separateness from me and my separateness from the other. Of course, to say that I and the other are separated is to say something about the nature of our relationship, namely that it is a relationship across separation, a relation between separated terms, an absolute relation. Of course, this is what Levinas, and Derrida after him, call justice. As Cavell puts it: There is “no assignable end to the depth of us that language reaches; that nevertheless there is no end to our separateness. We are endlessly separate, for no reason” (CR, 369). “For no reason”—as Cavell puts it elsewhere, where the rationality of moral argumentation breaks down, we do not witness the collapse of morality but the beginning of moral relationship (CR, 326). Both skepticism and tragedy conclude with the recognition of separation, with the anti-Hegelian recognition that intersubjective relations are not based on cognition or recognition, but on acknowledgment.28 But what is romantic about Cavell’s tragic wisdom? Simply this: that the picture of philosophy (and picture of culture) that Cavell claims to find in Wittgenstein’s Investigations, with its endless circulation and oscillation of voices and positions, is the very picture which I claimed earlier was the truth of romanticism, namely its nonromantic essence. The play or “wriggling” between the demand for criteria and the skeptical disappointment of that demand—what Putnam sees as the neces-
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sity of learning to live with the double bind of acknowledgment and alienation (RP, 178)—can be mapped directly onto the quasi dialectics of wit and irony that I presented earlier in relation to Schlegel. The criterial demand for Witz and Wissen, the attempt to unify subject and object in a creative act of synthesis, is always subject to the destructive activity of irony, that ‘ho¨chste und reinste skepsis.’ The na¨ivete´ of romanticism is rooted in the self-consciousness of its failure, of the fact that the demand for the Work—the aesthetic or literary absolute—like the demand for criteria, will always open itself to the skeptical movement of unworking, it will never achieve “realization,” not even a “fair realization.” In terms of the problem of other minds, the empathic projection of the philosopher stumbles across a seam in human experience behind which the other withdraws. The general claim made earlier was that this oscillation between wit and irony, work and unworking, and criteria and skepticism is (barely) held together by the genre of the fragment itself. This is what I meant when I stated that Cavell’s claim for Emerson was unCavellian and unromantic. Namely, that it attempts to realize the ideal, thereby disarming the skeptic and freezing the movement of irony in the living present of aesthetic Witz and Wissen. The work is always in progress, which is to say that it opens the future, is the possibility that the future might have a future. What is Cavellian and romantic, in my view, is the endless wriggling between criteria and skepticism, a movement that is manifested in both romantic texts and the Investigations themselves, but equally in the fragmentary quality of Cavell’s prose. Exemplary in this regard, I feel, is part four of The Claim of Reason, which might be read as an amnesial rewriting of the Athenaeum Fragments. With its endless play of voices and sheer aphoristic force, Cavell’s writing recalls the practice of romantic fragmentation. It is a writing that is rambling, deviatory, tendentious, obscure, but littered with moments of explosive brilliance. Cavell’s style is Shandyesque: it is marked by ellipses, circumlocutions, parentheses, occasionally agonizing formulations which are, turn and turn about, defensive and defenseless. I note his predilection for certain words, for an idiosyncratic and quasi-religious, quasi-legal language: settlement, dispensation, inheritance, entitlement, rescue, recovery, rebirth; and his taste for present participles: accounting, counting, acknowledging, founding, finding, declining. And yet, in reading Cavell there is the conviction that one is listening to a philosophical voice, that this voice, like no other I know currently writing in English, exemplifies philosophizing.
Finiteness, Limitedness I have claimed that romantic oscillation—between wit and irony, work and unworking, criteria and skepticism—yields an insight into finitude, a tragic wisdom centered in an acceptance of the limitedness of thought, of the finiteness of the human condition as that which cannot be overcome. In the Lyceum Fragments, Schlegel notes in passing, before quickly dismissing the idea, that wit is the substitute for an impossible happiness (CR, 59). For me, this remark captures well the mood of melancholy that is the ambience of the fragments, the night whose vast profile is briefly traced by those tiny explosions of wit and irony.
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But what exactly is the link between the romantic fragment and the thinking of finitude? For all systems of thought that take seriously the question of finitude and the problem of nihilism, the fundamental philosophical quest is that of finding a meaning to finitude. If death is not the gateway to another life, and if it is not just going to have the contingent character of a brute fact, then one’s mortality is something that one has to project freely, as the product of a resolute decision. Death is therefore something to be achieved; it is a Work. However, the interpretation of romanticism given here emphasizes its exploration of the lack of final synthesis, its inability to produce the aesthetic absolute, the great work, the work of death that would give meaning to life and overcome nihilism. The ceaseless quasi dialectic within romanticism perpetually postpones the possibility of finding a meaning to finitude, thereby making death impossible, ungraspable and unworked. In their refusal of final synthesis, fragments provoke us into an acceptance of finitude as that which evades the grasp of my criteria, as that towards which I am certainly destined but without knowing the time and the manner of my arrival. Beneath their explosive brilliance, their substitution for an impossible happiness, romantic fragments quietly recall us to the unworking of the work, the ungraspability of the finite, the impossibility of death and the endless process of mourning. We are left unable, impotent and insomniac, trying to imagine what happens when the body dies, when the reverberation of life fades into silence. As Beckett writes, “No, life ends, and no, there is nothing elsewhere.”29 The future is faced with fragments, with fragments of an impossible future, a future that itself appears fragmentary. And this is the best, and for no reason. Out of the bonfire of our intellectual vanities come the ashes of compassion, of tenderness and generosity, and for no reason. After the unworking of human arrogance, we become “the finally human natives of a dwindled sphere.” Notes This text, originally written in 1994, is extracted from a much longer discussion of Stanley Cavell’s work in relation to romanticism that can be found in Very Little . . . Almost Nothing (London: Routledge, revised edition, 2004). Reprinted by permission. 1. Martin Heidegger, Being and Time, trans. J. MacQuarrie and E. Robinson (Oxford: Blackwell, 1962), 423. 2. Stanley Cavell, A Pitch of Philosophy. Autobiographical Exercises (Cambridge, MA and London: Harvard University Press, 1994), 4. 3. See Simon Critchley, Very Little . . . Almost Nothing (London and New York: Routledge, 1997), 85–117 [ed.]. 4. Emerson, “Experience” and “The American Scholar,” in Selected Essays, ed. Larzer Ziff, 311 and 99. 5. Ibid., 309. 6. See Stephen Mulhall’s extremely helpful book Stanley Cavell: Philosophy’s Recounting of the Ordinary (Oxford: Clarendon, 1994), xii. 7. In Ecce Homo, Nietzsche remarks, against his earlier Wagnerian incarnation, that every time one sees the name “Wagner” in his work, one should erase it and insert the name
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“Nietzsche” (trans. R. J. Hollingdale. Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1979, 82). I wonder whether this remark might be applied to Cavell, and that every time one sees the name “Emerson” one should strike it out and write “Cavell.” This question of nomination and the proper name would seem to resonate with Cavell’s recent autobiographical exercises in his Jerusalem Harvard Lectures and with the history of his own name: Goldstein—Cavalier— Cavalerskii—Cavaleriiskii—Cavell (A Pitch of Philosophy, 25–30). Cavell is therefore not so much a name as an alias. What interests me is why Cavell decides to tell us this fact. Why does he need to confess? After all, what’s in a name? Interestingly, he shares this obsessional and confessional relation to the proper name with Derrida in his recent text Circonfession, where the young Jackie changes his name to Jacques when he publishes his first book (Jacques Derrida, Geoffrey Bennington and Jacques Derrida, Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1993, 41). What is the difference between Jackie Derrida and Jacques Derrida, or between Stanley Goldstein and Stanley Cavell? And to what extent is this question separable from the issue of Cavell’s or Derrida’s Jewishness? 8. Emerson, Selected Essays, 302. 9. Cited in Harold Bloom, The American Religion (New York: Simon and Schuster, 1992), 31. 10. This would be the place to begin a reading of Emerson’s “Emancipation Address” from 1844, which discusses at length the question of slavery in the British West Indies and the United States, in Essays, Second Series (London: Harrap, no date), 191–229. See also Len Gougeon, Virtue’s Hero (Athens: University of Georgia Press, 1990). 11. “Thus in the beginning all the world was America.” Two Treatises of Government, ed. P. Laslett (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1960, 1988), 301. 12. See Hegel’s famous remark in the Philosophy of History (New York: Dover, 1956), 86–87: “America is therefore the land of the future.” 13. Tom Paine, Rights of Man (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1969). 14. Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Poems, ed. J. Beer (London: Dent, 1963), 18; William Blake, America: A Prophecy (1793), in The Prophetic Writing of William Blake, eds. D. J. Sloss and J. P. R. Wallis (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1956), 47–62. 15. Baudrillard, America, trans. C. Turner (London: Verso, 1988). 16. Ibid., 7. 17. Emerson, Selected Essays, 310. 18. Baudrillard, America, 90. 19. Cavell’s arguments are impressively documented in part two of Mulhall’s Stanley Cavell: Philosophy’s Recounting of the Ordinary, 77–181. For an excellent account of skepticism in Cavell, see Gerald Bruns, “Stanley Cavell’s Shakespeare,” Critical Inquiry, 16 (spring 1990): 612–32. 20. Hilary Putnam, Renewing Philosophy (Cambridge, MA and London: Harvard University Press, 1992), 177; hereafter RP. 21. Being and Time, 229. Heidegger restates, in his fashion, the classical refutation of skepticism: “A skeptic can no more be refuted than the Being of truth can be ‘proved’. And if any skeptic of the kind who denies the truth, factically is, he does not even need to be refuted. Insofar as he is, and has understood himself in his Being, he has obliterated Dasein in the desperation of suicide; and in so doing, he has also obliterated truth. It has no more been demonstrated that there ever has “been” an “actual” skeptic . . . than it has been demonstrated that there are any ‘eternal truths.’” 22. Emphasis added. 23. For a discussion of ancient skepticism, see J. Annas and J. Barnes, The Modes of Skepticism (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1995).
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24. Mulhall, 301–2. I return to a similar question around religion in Very Little . . . Almost Nothing, lecture 3, where I criticize Martha Nussbaum’s interpretation of Beckett. 25. See “Nothing Goes Without Saying,” London Review of Books, vol. 16, no. 1 (1994), 3–5. 26. As Cavell speculates at the end of his review of the Marx Brothers scripts, such would be the gift of American culture to Derrida. 27. Incidentally, it is in terms of aloneness and separateness that Harold Bloom describes the American religion, the post-Christian, gnostic tradition that he traces back to Whitman’s “Song of Myself.” Bloom writes, with his characteristic penchant for provocation: The American Orphic ecstasy never has been Dionysiac, for the Bacchic freedom is the freedom to merge into others. American ecstasy is solitary, even when it requires the presence of others as audience for the self’s glory. Our father Walt Whitman, despite his self-advertisements and the dogmatic insistences of our contemporary gays, seems to have embraced only himself. (The American Religion, 264) 28. The elements of Cavell’s work that I have chosen to emphasize have certain distinct resonances with the work of Levinas as interpreted in Lecture I of Very Little . . . Almost Nothing. Cavell’s proximity to Levinas can be seen in the way in which the problem of skepticism (which is also extensively discussed by Levinas) opens a noncognitive relation to the other as a distinctively ethical insight. The Cavellian need to accept the limitedness of human cognition, the need for the acknowledgment of the other’s separateness from me and my own irreducible separation can be placed alongside Levinas’s account of the ethical relation to the other exceeding the bounds of knowledge. Might not such a view have the perverse consequence of viewing Levinas as a romantic thinker? For a brief but suggestive comparison of Levinas and Cavell, see Gerald Bruns’s “Stanley Cavell’s Shakespeare,” 619–20. 29. Beckett, Six Residua (London: Calder, 1978), 38.
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Cavell and the Concept of America JAMES CONANT
Sometimes people call me an idealist. Well, that is the way I know I am an American. America is the only idealistic nation in the world. Woodrow Wilson, Address at Sioux Falls, 8 Sept. 1919 There is nothing the matter with Americans except their ideals. The real American is all right; it is the ideal American who is all wrong. G. K. Chesterton, “The American Ideal” The business of America is business. Calvin Coolidge, Speech to the Society of American Newspaper Editors, Jan. 17, 1935 I am willing to love all mankind, except an American. Samuel Johnson, quoted by James Boswell in The Life of Johnson Your American eagle is very well. Protect it here and abroad. But beware of the American peacock. R. W. Emerson, “American Nationality”
Is there, as President Wilson thought, an internal relation between the concept of America and a certain ideal? Or is it that, as Chesterton thought, there is nothing the matter with Americans except their ideals?1 Or does America stripped of its ideals amount to nothing more than President Coolidge’s vision of it? And, if so, ought one then to sympathize with Dr. Johnson’s view of the matter? Or is there a 55
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distinction to be drawn, as Emerson thought, between the ideal and its debasement by those who most loudly proclaim it? As these quotations evidence, the topic of America—what it stands for, what it is, and what it should be—excites and aggrieves both those who make their home in America and those who do not. Many of the former (whose visions of America differ as widely as do those of President Wilson and President Coolidge) worry about what sort of home America is or ought to be; and some of the latter (whose views about real Americans differ as widely as do those of Mr. Chesterton and Dr. Johnson) worry about the way Americans worry about this. Some who do not make their home in America are drawn to reflect on the topic not out of distrust or disdain for America’s idealism, but out of their own idealism—and often because they, too, wonder what sort of home America, at its best, might be able to make. The reason that there is an America at all is because there have been people of this last sort. Many of these are drawn to wonder about America precisely because they do not (or are made not to) feel at home where they live and imagine America as a place where things might be otherwise. None of the quotations here is from such a person—a prospective immigrant. Karl Rossman, the hero of Franz Kafka’s novel Amerika, is such a person. The novel begins as follows: As the seventeen-year-old Karl Rossmann . . . stood on the liner slowly entering the harbor of New York, a sudden burst of sunshine seemed to illumine the Statue of Liberty, so that he saw it in a new light, although he had sighted it long before. The arm with the sword rose up as if newly stretched aloft, and all around the figure blew the free winds of heaven.2
No other Kafka narrative begins with—or is as suffused with—such a note of hope. What does Karl Rossman hope to find in Amerika? What is this possibility that can suffuse even a Kafka narrative with hope? The beginning of the novel provides some hints. But this is still a novel by Franz Kafka and so questions about the soundness of the hope linger. The scene opens with Karl seeing something he had sighted long before and had been seeking to reach for even longer—a statue named Liberty—only now suddenly seeing it in a new light, as if for the first time. Does the sudden burst of sunshine that seems to illumine the countenance of Liberty provide him with a clear or a distorted view of her features? Is the wind that blows around Liberty free? Does the arm with the sword rise up as if newly stretched aloft or will it, upon closer examination, prove overwrought and awkwardly frozen in time? Does or can or should America measure up to the hopes of those who seek the place Karl Rossman seeks in seeking Amerika?
A Peculiar Concept ‘AMERICA’ always means two things: a country, geographically, the USA, and an idea of that country, the ideal that goes with it. “American Dream,” then, is: a dream OF a country
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IN a different country, that is located where the dream takes place . . . ‘I want to be in America’, the Jets sing in that famous song from West Side Story. They are in America already, and yet still wanting to get there . . . . Wim Wenders, “The American Dream”3
Kierkegaard draws a helpful distinction between objective and subjective categories. A short and simple way of trying to distinguish the concepts that belong to the former from those that belong to the latter category would be just to say that objective concepts characterize the different kinds of ways in which an object can be, whereas subjective concepts characterize the different kinds of ways in which a subject or a person can be. But this will not quite do: there are many concepts that can be predicated equally of objects and persons—being six feet tall, weighing two hundred pounds, being in a certain location, and so on. So our initial formulation stands in need of some qualification along the following lines: objective concepts characterize the different kinds of ways in which objects qua objects can be, whereas subjective concepts characterize the different kinds of ways in which subjects qua subjects can be. (This allows us to say that being six feet tall, weighing two hundred pounds, being in a certain location, etc., are not characterizations of subjects qua subjects, but rather characterizations of them qua objects.) Or, as Kierkegaard and his pseudonyms prefer to say: subjective concepts characterize a subject or person qua existing individual.4 Both objective and subjective concepts can be predicated of human beings: a given individual has, say, blue eyes, is six feet tall, weighs two hundred pounds, and is also, say, a husband, a Christian, a philosopher. But the former concepts hold of the person regardless of whether or not he would predicate them of himself; the latter concepts hold of an individual (not merely if he is indeed prepared to predicate them of himself, but) only to the extent that his daily existence is beholden to the ethical or religious demands such concepts entail—to the extent that his life is shaped by these demands.5 These latter concepts, Kierkegaard argues, if they are properly understood as subjective concepts—that is, as properly subjective characterizations of the lives of existing individuals—must be clearly distinguished from certain merely objective concepts which these same words (‘husband’, ‘Christian’, ‘philosopher’) might also be taken to denote. The word ‘husband’, inflected subjectively, signifies participation in a certain sort of ethical relationship between two individuals pledged to devote their lives to one another; inflected objectively, it signifies a certain juridical status. A husband, in the latter sense, is something one either is or is not (depending upon whether one’s papers are in order); a husband, in the former sense, is someone (Kierkegaard says) one becomes—it presupposes involvement in an existential task that must be reaffirmed and renewed every day of one’s married life. (If a wife says to her husband “This isn’t a marriage!” he does not rebut her charge by producing their marriage certificate.) The word ‘Christian’, inflected subjectively, signifies an
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involvement in a religious way of life; inflected merely objectively, it signifies certain straightforwardly observable external facts about a person’s behavior (e.g., that he goes to church on Sundays, has his children baptized, puts money in the collection box, etc.). Understood the latter way ‘a Christian’ is something one either is or is not.6 Understood subjectively, ‘a Christian’ is someone (Kierkegaard says) one becomes—it presupposes the undertaking of an existential task that must be reaffirmed and renewed every moment of one’s existence.7 (If Kierkegaard says “While Christendom flourishes Christianity gradually withers away!” someone does not rebut his charge by pointing out how full the churches are on Sundays.) Here is a characteristic passage in which one of Kierkegaard’s pseudonyms, Johannes Climacus, offers a comparatively straightforward example of a conflation of subjective and objective categories: Once it was at the risk of his life that a man dared to profess himself a Christian; now it is to make oneself suspect to venture to doubt that one is a Christian. . . . [I]f a man were to say quite simply and unassumingly, that he was concerned for himself, lest perhaps he had no right to call himself a Christian, he would indeed not suffer persecution or be put to death, but he would be smothered in angry glances, and people would say: “How tiresome to make such a fuss about nothing at all; why can’t he behave like the rest of us, who are all Christians?” . . . And if he happened to be married, his wife would say to him: “Dear husband of mine, how can you get such notions into your head? How can you doubt that you are a Christian? Are you not a Dane, and does not geography say that the Lutheran form of the Christian religion is the ruling religion in Denmark? For you are surely not a Jew, nor are you a Mohammedan; what then can you be if not a Christian?8
The term ‘Christendom’ is Kierkegaard’s name for such a state of affairs—one in which everyone already thinks he or she is a Christian and thus no one takes the trouble any longer to become one. Now what about the concept American? Should we classify it as objective or subjective? Should it be grouped together with Dane or with Christian? Well, surely, one can be an American in the same sense that one can be a Dane. Thus understood, an American is something one either is or is not (depending upon whether one’s papers are in order, or upon other equally objective facts about, say, one’s birth, upbringing, or cultural heritage.) But “America”9 is also the name of a certain moral and political ideal and thus “to be an American” can also signify a commitment to that ideal,10 and thus an existential task, a way of life, and even a kind of person that one must struggle—and that one can fail—to become. If we are to follow Kierkegaard’s lead, then we should seek clearly to distinguish between the objective concept of being an American and the subjective one. This will lead us to the conclusion that one can be an American in the objective sense while failing to be one in the subjective sense. We could then further follow Kierkegaard’s lead and introduce the concept Americadom to signify a state of affairs in which the merely objective inflection of the concept has gained ascendancy—a state of affairs in which, because almost everyone in America already knows that he is an American, hardly anyone any longer takes the trouble to become one. Yet this fails to do justice to the peculiar complexity of the concept of America. As a first step toward appreciating the peculiarity of this concept, it helps to notice
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that it involves what Kierkegaard seems to regard as an impossible combination of categories: it combines some of the logical features of an objective concept with some of those of a subjective concept.11 At one and the same time, ‘America’ names a certain place at a certain time with a certain history and signifies a certain dream of what might happen in that place if certain moral and political ideals could be realized.12 To be an American can mean, at one and the same time, to be someone who happens to be a citizen of one particular nation (rather than another) and to be committed to a moral and political project whose continuation cannot be guaranteed simply through the continued existence of that nation (as merely one among others).13 The aforementioned peculiarity of the concept of America notwithstanding, the following feature of Kierkegaard’s analysis remains pertinent: an expression retains its ethical (or religious) significance only if it continues to be predicated of individuals whose lives reflect a commitment to the exigencies of thought and action it entails; if not—if it comes to be predicated solely of individuals whose lives in no way bear the stamp of such exigencies—it will be drained of its former significance. In the latter case, the expression may continue to circulate in daily use and retain an aura of ethical significance, but it will no longer have its original import.14 It may, with time, even shed that aura and acquire some other perfectly coherent, utterly non-ethical—descriptive or juridical or institutional—meaning. As a husband can remain “married” in the eyes of the law, even if he has a made a mockery of his vows, so, too, Americans can retain their juridical status as “American citizens” and a place named ‘America’ will continue to stand as one nation alongside others, even if America makes a mockery of the words that figure in its founding pledges to itself—the pledges that constitute the original ground of its existence. Once one has distinguished between objective and subjective sorts of concepts, it becomes possible (as Kierkegaard and his pseudonyms frequently do) to say some seemingly paradoxical things that can come to be understood to be not merely true, but platitudinous—to have the status of categorial (or as later Wittgenstein prefers to put it: grammatical) truths. Not just things like “A ‘husband’ may not be married,” or “There may be no Christians in Christendom”; but also things like these: Christianity is not plausible. Religion only conquers without force.15 The principle that the existing subjective thinker is constantly occupied in striving, does not mean that he has, in the finite sense, a goal toward which he strives, and that he would be finished when he reached this goal.16 A human being can forget to exist.17
The substitution of the word ‘America’ for the word ‘Christianity’ in the first, for ‘religion’ in the second, for ‘existing thinker’ in the third, and for ‘human being’ in the fourth of these sentences would yield four sentences very much like ones scattered throughout Stanley Cavell’s writings about America. But what could it mean to say such things in characterization or criticism of something as seemingly
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palpable, enduring, and powerful as America? How could America forget to exist? How tiresome of this fellow Cavell to make such a fuss about nothing at all!
Parisian Brilliance and American Diffidence I have attempted more and more systematically to find a non-site, or a non-philosophical site, from which to question philosophy. But the search for a non-philosophical site does not bespeak an anti-philosophical attitude. My central question is: from what site or non-site can philosophy as such appear to itself as other than itself, so that it can interrogate and reflect upon itself in an original manner? Such a non-site or alterity would be radically irreducible to philosophy. But the problem is that such a non-site cannot be defined or situated by means of philosophical language. Jacques Derrida in Dialogues with Contemporary Continental Thinkers18 Walden has a reasonably tight bottom at a not unreasonable, though at an unusual, depth. I fathomed it easily with a cod-line and a stone weighing about a pound and a half, and could tell accurately when the stone left the bottom, by having to pull so much harder before the water got underneath to help me. This is a remarkable depth for so small an area, yet not one inch of it can be spared by the imagination. What if all ponds were shallow? Would it not react on the minds of men? Henry David Thoreau, Walden19
Much French philosophy has a distinctively French sound. And there is nothing in that sound that precludes it from sounding like philosophy. On the contrary, to the ears of many today—and not only of those who live in Paris—it is the sound of philosophy. If one comes across a passage from the writings of a French philosopher, such as the passage from Jacques Derrida quoted here—regardless of whether one likes its sound (or of whether one takes oneself to understand what it says, or of whether one takes oneself to agree with what one thus understands)—for better or worse, one knows this much about it right off: this stuff is (or is, at least, trying to sound like) philosophy. Derrida is far from alone among philosophers, at least since Kant, in thinking that a radical questioning of philosophy is to be achieved only from a site that is, in some sense, “outside” (what we presently understand to be) philosophy—a site
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that allows one, without turning one’s back on philosophy, to confront it on an altogether new ground. And Derrida (and, again, not only Derrida) appreciates the difficulty of finding or arranging for such a site. For a radical questioning of philosophy would seem to require a radically new kind of philosophical discourse—one conducted in altogether different cadences from any in which philosophy has hitherto been attempted. And the problem is that nowadays—especially in France—the call for such a discourse tends to result simply in the production of further sentences whose sound is indistinguishable from that characteristic of business as usual in French philosophy. (Sentences that sound like this: “Such a non-site or alterity would be radically irreducible to philosophy; but the problem is that such a non-site cannot be defined or situated by means of philosophical language.”) What else could a call for a different philosophical discourse sound like? Will it not of necessity itself sound like philosophy? And if it no longer sounded like (what we know as) philosophy, how would we be able to recognize it as such? The sound of much of the language in Thoreau’s Walden is apt to strike a reader—at least on a first encounter—as not particularly philosophical at all, as not even trying to be philosophy. Admittedly, the text does have moments when it seems to want to veer toward (something recognizable as) philosophy. But mostly, on a first listen, it can seem to be nattering on about how much certain items cost, how to live in the woods, hoe beans, or measure the depth of a pond. Indeed, the writing’s intermittent gestures in the direction of something that has the aspect of philosophy (such as the concluding lines in the above quotation) may even strike a reader, at first blush, as puzzling digressions from its primary concerns. Not all of the remarks in Walden are of this sort, of course. Some of them may even immediately strike one as sage. (“Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.”20) And some of them may immediately strike one as clever. (“A man sits as many risks as he runs.”21) The tone may occasionally even remind one of Socrates (“A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.”22) A sentence or two here or there may even strike one as the sort of thing that might actually have been said by Socrates. (“If I seem to boast more than is becoming, my excuse is that I brag for humanity rather than myself; and my shortcomings and inconsistencies do not affect the truth of my statement.”23) But the resulting whole, made up of these and other remarks, is not apt immediately to strike one as in serious competition with the enterprises of a Kant or a Hegel or a Derrida. If one comes across a quotation from Thoreau, such as the one paired with the passage from Derrida above—regardless of whether one likes the sound of such writing (or of whether one takes oneself to understand what it says, or, if so, whether one takes oneself to agree with what one thus understands)—the following two features of the prose will be hard to gainsay: it has a distinctively American sound, and its sound is not that of European philosophy. Could the finding or founding of a site from which to question the inheritance of European philosophy possibly sound like this? How does one measure the depth of Walden? In his book The Senses of Walden, Cavell asks: “Has America expressed itself philosophically?”24 Some years ago I participated in a conference in France on American philosophy whose title sought to allude to this question of Cavell’s. The conference was titled “Exist-il une philosophie americaine?” Many of the French
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participants understood the question to be asking whether there had been individuals who managed to be genuinely original philosophers even though, at least for the better part of their lives, they grew up in and were educated in America. The French participants at the conference each wanted to answer the question resoundingly in the affirmative; and each did so by giving a paper explaining why he or she admired the work of some particular American philosopher or philosophers— Emerson, Thoreau, Peirce, James, Dewey, Quine, or, notably (in the case of several of the French participants), Cavell. Being French, many of them were equally concerned to make clear why they vehemently opposed some alternative candidate for the title “important American philosopher”—always one, of course, that one or another of their French colleagues were concurrently concerned to champion. (Among the candidates that were particularly contested in this regard were Emerson, Thoreau, Rorty, and Cavell.) I take it that Cavell himself (in asking his question that provided the conference with its title) meant to be asking something that went unaddressed in these displays of generosity and enmity—that is, in efforts to demonstrate or deny that there had indeed been this or that individual who was both undeniably American and who could qualify as a first-rate philosopher even when judged by the highest European standards. Cavell’s question speaks rather to an internal relation between philosophy and the broader cultural context within which the activity of philosophizing takes place—an internal relation between America and those individuals who happen to be both Americans and philosophers. One cannot hear Cavell’s question until one recognizes that it turns upon a prior claim that philosophy necessarily exists on a different cultural basis in America than in, say, France—that a different economy of exchange prevails between the culture at large and those who attempt to speak philosophically in it—and this affects what it can mean for a philosopher to attempt to speak philosophically to (or for) his culture. In order to become clear why this might be thought to be so, it will help first to review some facts—facts about America and facts about, say, France. If you ask your average intellectually inclined French citizen if he has ever read any Descartes or Pascal or Rousseau, he will almost certainly tell you that he has (and in most cases he will be telling you the truth). To be a French intellectual and to be simply unacquainted with the classics of French thought and to be happy to admit that one is thus unacquainted is to be a very unusual person indeed. There is no American philosopher ignorance of whose work could strike a measure of fear or embarrassment in the soul of an American man or woman of letters at all comparable to what it would mean for a French intellectual to have never read a word of Descartes. If you attempt to hit upon the name of an American philosopher that almost every educated American has read, you will seek in vain. Insofar as you can find a philosopher that most educated Americans have read, it will not be an American—most likely, it would be Plato or Descartes or Hume or Nietzsche. There is nothing you could call “American philosophy” which plays a role in the formation of an American intellectual identity that parallels the role that French philosophy plays in French culture. A highly literate American intellectual may well have read a great many of the classics of English, French, and German philosophy without necessarily having any literacy in something you might call “Ameri-
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can philosophy.” He may, of course, have also read some pages of William James or John Dewey, but then again he may not have. To be a French intellectual means in the first instance to have a certain literacy in certain landmark moments of the history of French thought. To be an intellectual in the United States means in the first instance to have a certain literacy in certain landmark moments in the history of European thought. To be an intellectual in France means, above all, learning how to be a French intellectual. The intellectual in America is not haunted by the fear that he might be failing to be an American intellectual; more often he is haunted by the fear that he might be succeeding in being just that—and hence perhaps someone a European might look upon as a philistine.25 (It generally does not occur to such an American that this is itself a recipe for philistinism.26) Even if someone were somehow to fall under the illusion that becoming an intellectual in America meant, above all, learning somehow how to become an American intellectual, there would be few American landmarks by means of which he or she could confidently navigate his or her way toward such an identity. These facts have a significance that extends well beyond philosophy. There exists no single article of American letters of any sort (say, a novel or an essay) that most Americans share as a common intellectual inheritance in the way that the work of a Descartes or a Rousseau is a shared possession in France.27 Indeed, it is not an uncommon event in the history of American letters for Americans to become excited about some domestic product (say, the stories of Edgar Allan Poe or the novels of Ernest Hemingway) because a Frenchman (a Baudelaire or a Sartre) told them it is the work of a great writer. To the extent that there is some single object of American culture that a group of randomly selected educated Americans will have in common as a shared American cultural reference point, it will, as likely as not, be a classic Hollywood movie. This is not to deny that many Americans participate in a shared fantasy of a common literary culture consisting of a range of widely cherished documents—to cite a few candidates: The Constitution of the United States of America, Leaves of Grass, Moby Dick, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn—but these tend to be cherished at a distance. How many Americans have really read, let alone retained, the words and thoughts contained therein? (Most are at least as likely to remember the details of a TV show or movie or cartoon either about or loosely based on and bearing the title of the text in question.) Regardless of how much significance is attached to the fact of their existence, the bulk of the prose in these documents does not presently circulate in America as shared possessions of the citizenry. With the exception of a few inaudibly famous phrases, there are within American cultural circles no documents of American writing to which one can safely allude with the same confidence in the possibility of shared intimacy that a judicious allusion to a line or scene from a widely cherished Hollywood movie—to cite a few candidates: The Wizard of Oz, It’s a Wonderful Life, Casablanca, or Dr. Strangelove—is likely to be able to achieve. If Dorothy were to find herself suddenly transported to a region of America where allusions to literary or philosophical texts were able to forge this sort of intimacy, she would have reason to exclaim: “Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore!”28
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The facts reviewed here must be kept in perspective if one wishes to understand any of the following: what Cavell means to be asking with his question “Has America expressed itself philosophically?” what could count for him as an answer to it (and why the accomplishments of a thinker such as Quine, however great they may be, cannot bear on it), why this leads him to wonder at the chronically American tendency to undervalue the work of figures such as Emerson and Thoreau as philosophers (and, in particular, to ignore their role in founding a distinctively American moment in philosophy), and why he thinks this is a function of a chronic American tendency to overpraise and undervalue any distinctively American cultural achievement (most tellingly, he thinks, the high-water marks of the golden age of Hollywood29). Some of my French colleagues at the conference on American philosophy assumed that Cavell’s interest in Emerson and Thoreau was that of someone who wishes to revive interest in two previously famous but now neglected American philosophers. To think this is to miss the salience of the following two facts for Cavell: (1) Emerson and Thoreau have not fallen out of view; they continue to be celebrated as important American writers of some kind; but (2) precisely on the condition that the title of philosopher be withheld from them—on the condition, that is, that one neither take seriously their claim to both inherit and challenge a prior tradition of European philosophy (most especially the tradition they themselves looked back upon as that of German Transcendentalism), nor take seriously their claim to have thus opened up new possibilities for philosophy, let alone their claim that these new possibilities rested on and arose out of possibilities for cultural and intellectual newness possible only in a New World. One way of taking the measure of the degree to which Emerson, in particular, is not credited with having what it takes to be a philosopher is to notice how difficult it is for even Emerson’s American admirers seriously to credit Nietzsche’s claim to have been profoundly influenced by him,30 let alone his assessment of him as the greatest philosopher of their (i.e., the nineteenth) century.31 Part of Cavell’s interest in drawing attention to this phenomenon is in order to sharpen the following question: What, within the history of American thought, is America prepared to count as an instance of an American difference in philosophy—an instance of a mode of thought that is both philosophy and distinctively American? Perhaps the answer will be: Nothing. But then Cavell wants to know: Why? Is it because any American candidate that openly bears the stamp of its Americanness is somehow too American to count as an uncluttered instance of serious philosophy? So that to do philosophy just is to participate in and therefore to accommodate oneself to a European tradition?32 So that to speak with a voice that is recognizably philosophical is of necessity to speak with a European accent? Or is it because America is, above all, the name of a democracy and a business that is as inherently practical as democracy can have at best only an incidental bearing on how an enterprise as inherently theoretical as philosophy ought to be conducted? If either of these is our conclusion, then it is one which rests on assumptions—assumptions Cavell wishes to examine—about what can count as an inheritance of philosophy and about the possibilities of thought available to someone who does not wish to suppress the American accent in his voice. It is a further
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claim of Cavell’s that a reception of the thought of Emerson and Thoreau depends upon an appreciation of the ways in which they sought to contest such assumptions—so that the reception of their thought requires not only a simultaneous rethinking of what philosophy, America, and Europe each are, but a rethinking of each in the light of the other two. On this ambitious conception of what the establishment of a genuinely “American philosophy” is to achieve, there will turn out to be a significant internal relation between the concepts philosophy and America: a relation between what we are able to recognize as philosophy (and whether it presently rests on an impoverished idea of philosophy) and what we are able to recognize as cosmopolitan (and whether it presently rests on an impoverished idea of the cosmopolitan—one which is itself a form of provincialism—and recognizable as such only from the vantage point afforded by a non-European perspective).33 An American philosophy is thus to provide a new perspective on our old ways of thinking and living—a perspective which is to enable our European conceptions of the philosophical and the cosmopolitan to come into focus together as somewhat unphilosophical (in taking a certain dispensation of philosophy to be philosophy itself) and somewhat provincial (in taking the aspiration to an American culture to be a quest for a secondhand version of European culture). In the midst of a discussion of J. L. Austin, Cavell indulges in the following offhand sketch of the difference between the French and the American intellectual: Austin was committed to the manners, even the mannerisms, of an English professor the way a French intellectual is committed to seeming brilliant. It is the level at which an American thinker or artist is likely to play dumb, I mean undertake to seem like a hick, uncultivated. These are all characters in which authority is assumed, variations I suppose of the thinker’s use—as unmasked by Nietzsche—of the character of the sage.34
Aristotle’s elucidation of the concept of the sage takes the form of a question we are to ask ourselves: “What more accurate standard or measure of good things do we have than the Sage?”35 If it is constitutive of what it is to be a French intellectual that one is committed to seeming brilliant, then it is bound to be difficult for such an intellectual to recognize someone who is undertaking to appear lacking in cultivation as the personification of a sage (in Aristotle’s weighty sense of the term), and it will be harder still for him to credit the cultivation of such an appearance as itself a guise through which intellectual authority is asserted—as itself a guise of the Sage. This is not to deny that many American intellectuals are committed to seeming brilliant. (All that proves is that many Americans seek to emulate a Parisian model of what it is to be an intellectual. Some of them, given the choice, would even prefer to live in Paris—or, at least, to go there when they die.36) Nor is it to claim that those American intellectuals who do not seek to emulate such a model are therefore eager to mount a critique of European intellectual life. It is to claim only that many American authors and artists and thinkers find the Parisian model cannot be theirs. A European will not understand the intellectual manners of a Henry David Thoreau or Mark Twain or William Faulkner or Robert Frost or Howard
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Hawks if he or she fails to appreciate what underlies their apparently intellectually uncultivated postures—as thrifty woodsman or riverboat captain or Southern gentleman or New England farmer or uncouth cowboy—if he or she fails to appreciate how these modes of cultivating an apparent lack of (European) cultivation are themselves forms through which the American artist or author expresses his refusal of an alien standard or measure of good things and seeks to fashion his own native standard or measure. These differences between the French and American scenes are themselves a function of a difference in their respective relations to history—and, in particular, to the accomplished edifice of European culture. The French philosopher or author or artist can take that accomplishment for granted and build on it without threat to his or her identity. The challenge for the French intellectual lies in finding or clearing room for something new to do within the confines of that edifice. This is not the challenge the American philosopher or author or artist qua American feels him- or herself to face. Mark Twain narrates the adventures of a Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn in a voice that betrays little hint of interest in or familiarity with the accomplished edifice of European literature. The apparent naturalness of that literary voice—its apparent innocence of European cultivation—is an integral and easily overlooked aspect of its achievement. Emerson and Thoreau seek to fashion a mode of philosophical writing that actively refuses to lay claim to the accomplished edifice of European philosophy, as if philosophy’s history could be made to begin again—as if “no time had elapsed [since] the oldest . . . philosopher . . . [first] raised a corner of the veil.”37 The American philosopher or author or artist often seems to proceed thus, as if history could be made to begin anew—as if the accomplishments of European culture could constitute only a dangerous temptation for an American, at all costs to be resisted—as if those accomplishments could only become his, for the taking and making his own, at the cost of placing his own identity in pawn. Among the opening remarks in an address to the Phi Beta Kappa Society at Harvard in 1837, Emerson famously declares the following hope: Our day of dependence, our long apprenticeship to the learning of other lands, draws to a close. The millions that around us are rushing into life, cannot always be fed on the sere remains of foreign harvests . . . . In this hope I accept the topic which not only usage but the nature of our association seem to prescribe to this day,—the AMERICAN SCHOLAR.38
Ever since at least this address bearing the title, and issuing its call for, The American Scholar, it has been a central ambition of American thinking and writing and art to call forth a form of culture in which American intellectuals—philosophers or authors or artists—can eschew European models—of philosophy or authorship or art—in a manner that will enable them finally to be able to feel at home in their homeland qua philosophers or authors or artists (as they imagine their European counterparts are able to feel at home in their respective cultures). The realization of such an ambition is supposed to require a reciprocal change on the part of American thinking and writing and art and on the part of the homeland itself; and the accomplished fact of such reciprocal change is an integral part of what it means,
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for Emerson, for the American scholar finally to have come into existence. But to say that American thinking and writing and art have been fueled by such an ambition is not to say that such a vision of America has ever yet been realized—that the American philosopher or author or artist has ever yet been able to feel him- or herself permanently or comfortably at home in America.39 This is not to deny what one shrewd native observer of the American scene has called the greatest single fact about our modern American writing—namely, America’s writers’ (and thinkers’ and artists’) “absorption in every last detail of their American world together with their deep and subtle alienation from it.”40 What is at issue here is neither the familiar European intellectuals’ loudly proclaimed revulsion at and revolt from the diurnal and everyday (familiar since at least Baudelaire) nor the equally familiar European intellectuals’ loudly proclaimed longing to be reconciled with and incorporated harmoniously into the rhythms of an already available mode of diurnal and everyday life (familiar since at least Tolstoy). An attentive absorption in the details of an American life that engulfs the author combined with a quiet yet ineradicable alienation from the very life which so absorbs and fascinates him remains a hallmark of great American writing throughout the generations, from that of Nathaniel Hawthorne and Herman Melville to that of Raymond Carver and Don DeLillo. This characteristically American (“deep and subtle”) form of cultural alienation should not be confused with a far less deep and subtle form of cultural alienation that is equally characteristically American—an alienation that is cultivated and displayed as a badge of honor by a different constituency of American intellectuals41 —namely, those whose understanding of their identity as “intellectuals” depends upon a principled disinterest in any project of attentive absorption in the details of their American life. Such “American” intellectuals—especially those most preoccupied with what it means to be an intellectual, and most especially those in the thrall of the Parisian model of what it is to be one—will themselves generally never be able see past the rough-hewn manners of a Thoreau or Faulkner or Frost or Hawks to the exquisite cultivation shining through that surface, to the extraordinary rigor of their undertakings (to reinvent philosophy or poetry or the novel or the cinema). But whereas a Parisian intellectual can without threat to herself permit herself to be fascinated by the exotic manners of such an American literary woodsman or cowboy (and thereby discover in them a new and usable measure of the good, the true, or the just), the American intellectual in the thrall of the Parisian model is generally unable to permit himself such latitude. Here his own Americanism comes into play and freezes his powers of perception. He is apt to recoil from what he perceives as the vulgarity of his countrymen’s provincialism and amateurism. But often what chagrins such an American intellectual is simply his Americanism—his fear of his own lack of cultivation. His recoil from cultural efforts distinctively marked by an American provenance is often a reflection of his own shame—a symptom of his fantasy to be someone he is not. Nowhere are the great achievements of American culture more undervalued than in America, which is not to deny that nowhere are they more celebrated. It belongs to the nature of great American cultural achievements that they not only easily permit, but actively invite their audience thus to underestimate them.42 (Apropos Emerson and Thoreau,
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Cavell remarks: “[T]hey leave themselves dismissible.”43) To assess such work requires first punching through its false bottom.44 If it is characteristic of the French thinker or author or artist to be committed to seeming brilliant and to playing the part of the genius, then it is equally characteristic of the American thinker or author or artist to be committed to diffidence and to playing the part of someone who is just doing his job—say, measuring the depth of his pond.45
America’s Drama of Self-Constitution It is simply crazy that there should ever have come into being a world with such a sin in it, in which a man is set apart because of his color— the superficial fact about a human being. Who could want such a world? For an American, fighting for his love of country, that the last hope of earth should from its beginning, have swallowed slavery, is an irony so withering, a justice so intimate in its rebuke of pride, as to measure only with God. Stanley Cavell, Must We Mean What We Say?46
The quotation is from Cavell’s early essay on Beckett’s Endgame. His subsequent writings intermittently pick up the thread here left hanging, in further sudden remarks, often in contexts no less surprising than a reading of a Beckett play. But this may well be the earliest of these recurring moments in Cavell’s corpus—moments that are equally expressions of love and expressions of anger and disappointment in America. The earliest occurrence of an extended meditation on this theme occurs, less surprisingly perhaps, in Cavell’s first extended meditation on Shakespearean tragedy, titled “The Avoidance of Love.” This is where the question of America’s discovery is first broached by him: America . . . had a mythical beginning, still visible, if ambiguous, to itself and to its audience: before there was Russia, there was Russia; before there was France and England, there was France and England; but before there was America there was no America. America was discovered, and what was discovered was not a place, one among others, but a setting, the backdrop of a destiny.47
The drama of America begins with its birth; and it is essential to its myth of itself as a destiny that its birth be unlike that of other nations. Long before there was a Russian or English or French nation or revolution or constitution, there were already a Russian or English or French kingdom or empire or realm, already Russian and English and French history and architecture and literature, and already a distinctively Russian and English and French language and people and identity. The issue in founding America was not just to arrange for there to be one more such place alongside Russia and England and France. It was to show the world what a nation and a constitution and a revolution could and should be, and thereby to create not only a new nation but a new concept of nation—one that was to have
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no history or literature or identity prior to the completion of its revolution and the realization of its constitution, comprising a people united by neither language, creed, nor blood—one whose history and literature and identity were forged through a vision of how a people might be united such that they no longer could be divided. But how is one to tell if such a revolution attains its end, if such a constitution is fully enacted, if such a union stands achieved? Cavell’s meditation continues as follows: “It began as theater. Its Revolution, unlike the English and French and Russian Revolutions, was not a civil war; it was fought against outsiders, its point was not reform but independence.” One might argue that America’s beginning as theater was both its blessing and its curse. It bore some of the earmarks of other revolutionary conflicts: shots were fired, colonies liberated, ties with a monarch severed, royalist administrators evicted, and so forth. But such a beginning was largely a blessing for the very reasons that might lead one to declare that the American Revolution was not a revolution at all: in its declaration of independence America did not declare war on itself, no king was beheaded, no guillotines were erected, no people’s tribunals convened, there was no orgy of bloodletting to expiate, and the empire to which it had once belonged continued happily on without it.48 These seemingly unrevolutionary aspects of its Revolution were a blessing because it meant America could begin the business of nationhood with a public debate over its founding principles to determine how each could have a voice in the ensuing whole and what kind of voice it should be,49 rather than with a tribunal of inquisition to determine who was a friend of the Revolution and who its enemy, sorting its citizenry into those who formed part of the solution and those who formed part of the problem. The American revolutionaries had no need to justify an extended internecine conflict in the name of an indivisible will of the people, in whose name violence could be demanded and in expectation of whose gratitude all sins would be washed away. Instead of having to invoke the will of the people, the Founding Fathers could afford to seek their consent. Instead of insisting upon the indivisibility of such a will, they could seek to accommodate and protect a diversity of opinion. Instead of replacing religion with the state, they could seek to separate them. Was the American Revolution therefore a success? How does one measure the success of a revolution? Hannah Arendt has devoted a book to this topic. She notes a marked tendency—exacerbated by a literary and philosophical concentration on the example of the French Revolution—that she thinks is apt to cloud our thinking on the topic. The tendency is to identify the concept of revolution with the idea of a violent overthrow of an existing order (something she takes to be a merely accidental feature of the concept). This identification leaves out what she takes to be the essential end of revolution: namely, the institution of a new order—not merely in the superficial sense that a new one replaces an old one, but in the deeper sense that it brings into being the conditions of the possibility of a new kind of order— one which alters not only the quantity of freedom but also its quality. A revolution is to be assessed not by how much it destroys, but by what it creates—not by its powers of dissolution, but by its powers of constitution. If, rather than measuring the success of revolutions by the degree to which they afford freedom from a prior state of affairs, we instead go by the degree to which they enable freedom for the
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institution of something radically new—an unprecedented yet stable form of social order—then, Arendt argues, this will dramatically affect an estimate of the relative success of the American and French Revolutions. But she thinks this is not the measure usually employed. Arendt laments: It was the French and not the American Revolution that set the world on fire, and it was consequently from the course of the French Revolution, and not from the course of events in America or from the acts of the Founding Fathers, that our present use of the word ‘revolution’ received its connotations and overtones everywhere. . . . The sad truth of the matter is that the French Revolution, which ended in disaster, has made world history, while the American Revolution, so triumphantly successful, has remained an event of little more than local importance.50
An American such as Thoreau might easily agree with Arendt that it is lamentable that the French Revolution has been the preferred model for subsequent “revolutions,” while still feeling that the question has yet to be answered what it would mean for the American Revolution to have been “triumphantly successful.”51 Does it mean, as the national anthem declares, that America is now the land of the free and the home of the brave? If so, Thoreau will want to know what those words mean, particularly since, at the time of writing Walden, America was hiding from itself the withering irony of its having swallowed slavery. It is at this point that Cavell sees an internal relation between the drama of America and that of Shakespeare’s tragedies—dramas that turn on a hero’s failure to acknowledge what he cannot help but know. In The Senses of Walden, on Thoreau’s behalf, Cavell laments: For an American poet . . . the American Revolution is . . . apt to constitute the absorbing epic event. Only it has two drawbacks: first, it is overshadowed by the epic event of America itself; second, America’s revolution never happened. The colonists fought a war against England alright, and they won it. But it was not a war of independence that was won, because we are not free; nor was even secession the outcome, because we have not departed from the conditions England lives under, either in our literature or in our political or economic lives.52
Thoreau thinks his countrymen have allowed themselves to mistake the first act (the framing of a constitution) for the drama itself (the actualization of the freedoms it envisions), and thus to remain unclear as to what ought to count as their having finally departed from the conditions England lives under. Do we know what the next act of the drama is to be and when it ought to be performed? Or has it already been performed? Is America now the land of the free? It has, we are often told, freed its slaves. So was the Civil War the second act of the Revolution? America’s Civil War does in some ways resemble other countries’ revolutions: one half of the country fighting the other, brother sometimes taking arms against brother, one side fighting to uphold tradition and property, the other claiming to represent freedom and equality. But it was not a revolution—the point, according to one side, was to make what was formerly one nation two, and the point, according to the other side, was to ensure that it remained one. And to the extent that either point was settled, it was not by its being settled in the way things are settled in a revolution, not merely because America has as such never suffered defeat, but because, since its initial inception, its subsequent growth pains have been accompa-
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nied neither by the sort of overthrow of an existing order that would mark (and has marked) the completion of a successful revolution in England or France or Russia nor by the sort of change in political constitution that would mark the completion of a successful revolution by Arendt’s lights.53 And, surely, this is a blessing that has helped to protect it from some of the recurrent crises of coherence and confidence that afflict so many other nations. Yet the fact of America’s innocence of such national traumas does not by itself answer Thoreau’s question: Is the drama of America—the drama of the nation’s taking possession of itself— accomplished or still underway? Is the absence in its history of the moments that are formative in the history of other nations—moments of traumatic birth or loss or change of identity, of defeat from without or overthrow from within, of collapse of empire or toppling of ancien regime, of change of constitution or convulsion in system of government—its curse or its blessing? There is, after all, no shortage of those on the outside who think that it has been its curse that it has been so seemingly blessed—and therefore that there is nothing America needs today more than a humbling. What should those on the inside think? In his early meditation on America, Cavell notes these dimensions of national inexperience and observes: So its knowledge is of indefeasible power and constancy. But its fantasies are those of impotence, because it remains at the mercy of its past, because its present is continuously ridiculed by the fantastic promise of its origin and its possibility, and because it has never been assured that it will survive.54
The thought that America must overcome fantasies of its own impotence in order to believe in itself (and thus become itself) provides one immediate link with the topic of Cavell’s essay—King Lear. But it also provokes a question that reflects a feature of the times in which that essay was written—the late 1960s. Continuing the present theme, I might phrase the question that haunts the essay as follows: Is the Vietnam War (and the War at Home it provoked) a further act in America’s drama of self-constitution? Here is the passage in which Cavell touches most explicitly upon the connection between the topic of America (and its discovery of itself), the subject of the essay (Shakespeare’s King Lear), and the matter mentioned in its title (the avoidance of love): Since [America] had a birth, it may die. It feels mortal. And it wishes proof not merely of its continuance but of its existence, a fact it has never been able to take for granted. Therefore its need for love is insatiable. It surely has been given more love than any other nation: its history, until yesterday, is one in which outsiders have been drawn to it and in which insiders are hoarse from their expressions of devotion to it. . . . It is the need for love as proof of its existence which makes it so frighteningly destructive, enraged by ingratitude and by attention to its promises rather than to its promise, and which makes it incapable of seeing that it is destructive and frightening. It imagines its evils to come from the outside. So it feels watched, isolated in its mounting of waters, denying its shame with mechanical lungs of pride, calling its wrath upon the wrong objects. It has gone on for a long time, it is maddened now, the love it has had it has squandered too often, its young no longer naturally feel it; its past is in its streets, ungrateful for the fact that a hundred years ago it tore itself apart in order not to be
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As I read these lines today, thirty-five years after they were written, I find them to have acquired a peculiar pertinence in the wake of the events of September 11, 2001. America has seldom received more declarations of love, from outsiders as well as insiders, than on the days immediately following the events of that day. Yet America remains, now more than ever, incapable of seeing how it appears from the outside, having squandered that love as unreservedly as it was proffered. America, so confident of its own goodness, has always found it difficult to see itself—as those on the outside see it—as destructive and frightening. But this selfblindness has deepened, now that the fantasy has been catastrophically reinforced that America’s evils come from the outside. As America responds to her momentary feeling of impotence with awesome displays of power, and to her continuing fear of violation with calls for unprecedented acts of surveillance, a question about the times in which this essay (on “The Concept of America”) is written arises: Are we seeing the curtain open on a further act in the drama of America’s self-constitution? Or has the drama become irretrievably stuck, somewhere in the middle of the third act? In the immediate aftermath of September 11, 2001, many things were as different from the days of the Vietnam War as one could wish for. The following descriptions of the nation all seemed to be evidently true: it was not only not divided against itself, but its citizens were eager to declare that they stood behind its president; its young were not ungrateful and openly protesting its hypocrisy in the streets; it was not presently killing another country; its fears of violence were directed not at the actions of its own citizens but at those of outsiders, thereby enabling it to unite against a common enemy. And even if America was not quite able to tell itself, with all the confidence it could muster when younger, that it was opposing tyranny, it could at least tell itself that its enemies were the enemies of freedom and thus would-be tyrants. So whatever threats there were, there seemed to be none that threatened the union as such—whatever national trauma was underway, it did not seem to be one that threatened internal schism—now that its people seemed suddenly able, once again, to stand united, indivisible, and firm. Now, less than three years later, none of these seemingly evidently true descriptions is any longer evidently true. America’s sense of its own helplessness in the face of suffering was seldom more acute than on that September 11 and its appetite for action seldom more provoked. America feels again, as seldom before, mortal—and wishes proof not merely of its continuance, but proof that it is indeed America (and not just some heavily armed superpower) that thereby continues. Thus the rhetoric of proof vastly exceeds any reality that it thus demonstrates. Seldom have those in power felt less
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humility when invoking—seldom have they found it easier to pronounce—words such as “freedom,” “justice,” “truth.” Every action America commits, every treaty it breaks, every bomb it drops, every border it crosses, it declares it does in the name of freedom, suggesting that this is something that it thinks it can—and revealing that this is something it has never believed it can—take for granted. Today, it has once again become evident that the struggle for union is hardly at an end. Today the young, certainly in comparison with the generation of the sixties, are not notably ungrateful or angry: they are not in the streets in great force rebuking the hypocrisy of their elders or protesting America’s betrayal of its promises to itself. But that is not to say that they are grateful, or even that most of them feel any urgency about remembering or reminding others exactly what those promises—what exactly the Revolution or the Constitution—were. America will vehemently deny that it is presently killing another country. But that is not to say that it will now affirm that it is not killing anyone—or even that, when it now seeks to shoot at the enemy, its aim is particularly good. True, its fears are presently directed not at the violence of insiders but at that of outsiders. But that is not to say that it is able to tell the one from the other. It is perhaps in some—alas, increasingly notional—sense still true that it stands internally united against a present common enemy. But that is not to say that it is in agreement with itself about where that enemy is or what would count as having defeated him. (With each passing day, there appears to be less agreement about what sort of victory ought to be sought and what would count as its having been achieved.) And even if America can still tell itself that its enemies are enemies of freedom, it must now rest uneasy in the knowledge that it has made a habit of befriending its enemies’ enemies whether or not they are truly its friends or freedom’s friends. Its enemies of today it was calling, only yesterday, friends—friends it was eager to help against a prior common enemy. Amidst these shifting allegiances, it becomes increasingly difficult to tell freedom’s friends from its foes—not only when looking at those on the outside but also at those on the inside, and not only for for those on the outside looking at us, but also for those of us on the inside looking around at each other. For, as in Kierkegaard’s Christendom, so, too, in today’s America, there is reason to worry that those who experience the least difficulty in declaring themselves faithful to certain values are the ones who are most likely to succeed in depriving them of the necessary conditions for their application. America could not disguise from itself that the Vietnam War (and the War at Home it provoked) was a struggle over its own soul. But now that America can tell itself that it has been attacked, that it is vulnerable, and that it acts only to protect itself, it has become easier than ever for it to disguise from itself how its continuance depends not only on what it does but on how it does it. America’s threats from within—its triumphal assurances to itself that its constitution stands fully achieved and its equally vehement rejections of such assurances—have now become clothed in the guise of arguments about how to deal with threats from without. But if it is to have a soul worth saving, attacks on it from without must not silence its ongoing argument from within over what would count as its having a soul worth saving. For it belongs to that peculiarity of the concept of America that I have sought to elucidate here that there is no contradiction in the following
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thought: America might cease to exist on the very day that its citizens become convinced that the continued existence of “America” has been safeguarded and now rests assured. Notes This essay is an excerpt from a longer manuscript. I am indebted to the audience at the University of Athens and at Wesleyan University for valuable discussions at occasions when parts of it were given, and to conversations with Stanley Cavell about America, with Sandra Laugier and Jean-Philippe Narboux about France, with Aristides Baltas and Vasso Kindi about modern Greece, with Jonathan Lear about Kierkegaard, with Joel Snyder about American art, and with Lisa Van Alstyne about everything. 1. “The American Ideal,” New York Times, Feb. 1, 1931. Reprinted in Sidelights (in The Collected Works of G. K. Chesterton, Volume 21: What I Saw in America and Other Writings [San Francisco: Ignatius, 1990], 523). The passage continues: The real, natural Americans are candid, generous, capable of a beautiful wonder and gratitude; enthusiastic about things external to themselves; easily contented and not particularly conceited. They have been deliberately taught to be conceited. They have been systematically educated in a theory of enthusiasm, which degrades it into mere egotism. The American has received as a sort of religion the notion that blowing his own trumpet is as important as the trumpet of doom. 2. Franz Kafka, Amerika, translated by Willa and Edwin Muir (New York: New Directions, 1946), 3 [I have amended the translation]; Der Verschollene (Frankfurt am Main: Fischer Verlag, 1983), 9. 3. Wim Wenders, “The American Dream,” in Emotion Pictures, translated by Shaun Whiteside (London: Faber and Faber, 1989), 117–19; Emotion Pictures: Essays und Filmkritiken (Berlin: Verlag der Autoren, 1988), 142–43. The line here from West Side Story (rendered by Wenders as “I want to be in America”) also appears in English in Wenders’s original German text; but it is a misquotation. What they sing is “I like to be in America”— which in its ungrammaticality is nicely ambiguous between (an observable accomplished fact about the singer) “I like being in America” and (a subjective aspiration of the singer) “I would like to be in America.” 4. Or, as Kierkegaard says even more frequently: qua subjectively existing individual. Someone will want to object that the occurrence of “subjectively” here makes the definition circular. But what is offered here, in any case, cannot be a definition but, at best, an elucidation. And the circularity is already present without the explicit inclusion of the word “subjectively.” This elucidation is understood only if one understands “existing” and “individual” here each already as subjective concepts. In ordinary language, we can equally say of rocks and persons that they “exist.” To understand what it means to say subjective concepts characterize existing individuals requires understanding the relevant sense of “existence.” (Kierkegaard and his pseudonyms reserve the term ‘existence’ for persons and ‘being’ for objects.) We can, in ordinary language, speak equally of an individual rock and of an individual person. To understand what it means to say subjective concepts characterize existing individuals requires understanding the relevant sense of “individual.”(Kierkegaard and his pseudonyms will therefore want to distinguish between mere particulars (that merely have being) and genuine individuals or agents (who are faced with the task of existence).) Every elucidation of a subjective concept—including the subjective concept subjective— will itself have to employ further subjective concepts.
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5. Thus someone may want to predicate such a concept of him- or herself without being entitled to do so. This, Kierkegaard thinks, is the case with most who are eager to avow that they are Christians. 6. Kierkegaard himself refrains from using the terms ‘Christianity’ and ‘Christian’ in this way and uses other terms instead—such as ‘churchgoer’ and ‘Christendom’—to refer to individuals whose lives are characterized merely by the external motions of leading the life of a Christian. 7. It is perhaps advisable to head off a common misunderstanding: Kierkegaard’s (and his pseudonyms’) employment of the terms ‘objective’ and ‘subjective’ is misunderstood if it is taken to mark a distinction between that which is epistemically public and that which is necessarily epistemically private—a distinction the terms ‘objective’ and ‘subjective’ are often employed in contemporary philosophical parlance to mark: on this way of speaking, what is ‘objective’ can be shared, captured in concepts, expressed in language, etc., whereas what is ‘subjective’ is inherently private, eludes the grasp of concepts, and is inexpressible. The terms ‘objective’ and ‘subjective’ in Kierkegaard’s parlance do not work in this way. This should be evident from the fact that they are supposed to mark a distinction between kinds of concept, each of which is expressible in language (e.g., by terms such as ‘churchgoer’ and ‘Christian,’ respectively). Many commentators have been tempted to run Kierkegaard’s distinction together with the currently fashionable one. The following features of his thought no doubt have encouraged this misunderstanding: (1) understanding utterances involving subjective concepts, for Kierkegaard, is necessarily a more fragile and delicate affair than understanding those involving objective concepts; (2) subjective concepts, Kierkegaard thinks, will generally apply only to the thoughts and actions of isolated and extraordinary members of a community; (3) the communication of thoughts involving subjective concepts requires what Kierkegaard calls “indirect communication.” For all of these reasons one might be drawn to say that the acquisition and possession of subjective concepts is a less “public” (hence a comparatively “private”) matter in comparison to that of objective concepts. But none of these reasons entails that for Kierkegaard subjective concepts are inherently incommunicable (indirect communication is a form of communication for Kierkegaard) or that they have an essentially private meaning (when one says of two individuals that they are each struggling to become a Christian, Kierkegaard thinks one is saying the same thing about each of them—something each of them can also say about themselves or each other—without equivocating on the meaning of the term ‘Christian’). 8. Johannes Climacus, Concluding Unscientific Postscript [henceforth CUP], edited by S. Kierkegaard, translated by Walter Lowrie (Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 1968), 49. 9. “America” for the purposes of this essay means the “America” in “The United States of America.” This is, of course, not all this word can or does or should mean. But this is what it means, and all it means, in this essay. This restriction of topic will, no doubt, appear to some readers (north and south of—as well as nowhere near—the U.S. border) to be inexcusably chauvinistic. My only excuse is that there is such a concept of America and it is the one I am trying to understand in these pages. It lies with others who are more qualified to do so than I to say what the America as it occurs in other contexts—e.g., the compound “Latin America”—can or does or should mean either to themselves or to others. 10. Commitment to this ideal is not a matter of commitment to some fully fleshed out moral, political, or religious orthodoxy. Indeed, it is not a matter of commitment to a doctrine or creed at all in any except a very attenuated sense—namely, the minimal sense in which a commitment to principles such as freedom of speech or freedom of religion can be said to constitute a commitment to a particular sort of political doctrine or creed. The application of such principles within a particular institutional or juridical frame may, of course,
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involve and even require the specification of very detailed sorts of legal or procedural doctrine. But someone who is committed to the ideal here at issue is not a fortiori committed to any particular specification of the ideal. Thus to be committed to the ideal in question— i.e., to be an American, in the weighty sense of the term—does not require one to be committed to every law of the land. Indeed, one may feel that it obliges one to protest certain laws. (It was, for example, partly out of fidelity to their understanding of America’s pledges to itself that Martin Luther King, Jr., and his followers were able to take themselves to be justified in opposing various municipal and regional ordinances to the point of civil disobedience, as it was out of fidelity to their understanding of America’s pledges to itself that Emerson and his followers were able to take themselves to be obliged to resist certain federal laws—such as the Fugitive Slave Act.) Indeed, often, the closest thing to a point of orthodoxy one encounters in connection with the ideal here at issue is precisely the proscription of certain kinds of orthodoxy. Thus we often encounter unbending pronouncements of the following sort in American public life: “If there is any fixed star in our constitutional constellation, it is that no official . . . can prescribe what shall be orthodox in politics, nationalism, religion, or other matters of opinion” (West Virginia State Board of Education v. Barnette, 319 U.S. 624, 642 [1943]). 11. I do not mean to suggest it is unique in this regard. Consider the logic of the concept Jew. 12. Since the gratuitous chauvinism of Wilson’s remark—that “America is the only idealistic nation in the world”—is bound to annoy and distract, it is worth noting that the idealism and the chauvinism can be disjoined. But there are more and less delicate ways to disjoin them. Here, for example, is Josiah Royce: When foreigners accuse us of extraordinary love for gain, and of practical materialism, they fail to see how largely we are a nation of idealists. . . . When I speak, in this way, of contemporary American idealists, I do not now specially refer to the holders of any philosophical opinions. . . . I here use the term in no technical sense. . . . I mean by the word “idealist,” a man or woman who is consciously and predominantly guided, in the purposes and in the great choices of life, by large ideals, such as admit of no merely material embodiment, and such as contemplate no merely private and personal satisfaction as their goal. In this untechnical sense the Puritans were idealists. The signers of our Declaration of Independence were idealists. Idealism inspired us during our Civil War. Idealism has expressed itself in the rich differentiation of our national religious life. . . . [U]sing the term “idealism” in this confessedly untechnical sense, I say that many of our foreign judges have failed to see how largely we Americans are today a nation of idealists. To be sure, we are by no means alone amongst modern men in our idealism. (“On Certain Limitations of the Thoughtful Public in America,” in The Basic Writings of Josiah Royce [Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1969], 1111–112) Royce’s way of keeping his declaration of America’s idealism from degenerating into gross chauvinism is to suggest that, although America is rather remarkable for the breadth and depth of its idealism, there is nothing peculiar about its brand of idealism—its ideals are the same as those of people elsewhere. This invites the following rejoinder: Is not the concept of America internally related to certain particular ideals (rather than others)—ones that might not be to the taste of certain “idealists” (in Royce’s loose sense of the term)—and, however related those ideals might be to ones held by people prior to the founding of America, have not those ideals received a particular and decisive articulation through the course of America’s struggle to keep its promises to itself? If so, then—while it is silly to think that America is the only idealistic nation in the world—it is not silly to think that understanding the concept of America involves understanding how America has differed from other nations and how those differences are partly due to the particular ideals that shaped the aspirations
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of those who helped to shape America: the Puritans, the signers of the Declaration of Independence, the author of the Gettysburg Address, etc. 13. This is not to deny that “to be an American” can, and nowadays often does, signify little or nothing more than that one falls under certain objective concepts—such as that one is a citizen of a certain country, that one has the right to vote, that one is entitled to a passport, etc. To concede this is not to gainsay the following: if the day comes to pass when this is all the word ‘American’ any longer means, then we will have lost a concept (of America) we previously had. The question then is: What kind of loss is this? And: Should such a loss be mourned or welcomed? 14. This is the topic of my “Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, and Anscombe on Moral Unintelligibility” (in Morality and Religion, edited by Timothy Tessin and Marion von der Ruhr, New York: St. Martins Press, 1995). 15. Variants of both this sentence and the preceding one recur throughout Kierkegaard’s The Case of Adler (in Fear and Trembling and The Book on Adler, translated by Walter Lowrie [New York: Everyman’s Library, 1994], see, e.g., pp. 147n–148n, 162); originally published in English as On Authority and Revelation (Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 1955). For reasons that will become clear, it is worth noting that both remarks are quoted by Stanley Cavell in his essay “Kierkegaard’s On Authority and Revelation,” in Must We Mean What We Say? [henceforth MWM] (New York: Scribners, 1969), 169. 16. CUP, 84 17. See CUP, 223. 18. “Dialogue with Jacques Derrida,” in Dialogues with Contemporary Continental Thinkers, edited by Richard Kearney (Manchester, UK: Manchester University Press, 1984), 108. 19. Walden, chap. 16, par. 6 (in Walden and Other Writings, Modern Library College Edition, edited by William Howarth [New York: Modern Library, 1981], 256. 20. Walden, chap. 1, par. 36; p. 21. 21. Walden, chap. 6, par. 16, p. 139. 22. Walden, chap. 2, par. 1, p. 74. 23. Walden, chap. 1, par. 79, p. 44. 24. The Senses of Walden [henceforth SW] (San Francisco: North Point, 1981), 32. 25. Not that there has ever been any shortage of Europeans willing to second Matthew Arnold’s quip: “[O]ur Society distributes itself into Barbarians, Philistines, and Populace; and America is just ourselves, with the Barbarians quite left out, and the populace nearly” (Preface, Culture and Anarchy, [Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1960], 19–20). 26. There are, of course, those who attempt to escape the problem by simply recoiling into the opposite point of view. Nothing I say here is meant to deny that this is a recipe for a far more terrifying species of philistinism—more terrifying because of the unsavory mixture of chauvinism and anti-intellectualism it encourages. The cultural inferiority complex of those Americans who fear the condescension of Europe is not cured (but merely repressed) in those who imagine that they make progress when they undertake simply to shake off their cultural hypochondria by declaring that it is actually we—Americans—who ought to be doing the condescending. The following passage from Daniel Boorstin, from a chapter bearing the title “Our Cultural Hypochondria and How to Cure It,” exemplifies this recoil from insecurity to smugness: We are too easily persuaded that the cancers of European life . . . are healthy growths and that we are deformed for not possessing them. . . . It is, of course, some solace to a declining European culture . . . to think that their ills are simply the excesses of their virtues. That theirs must be the virtues of all cultures. And hence that the accidents of history which may have immunized us against such vices also sterilize our culture and doom us to philistinism and vagrancy.
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Boorstin retains the central assumption of the view he opposes: namely, that Europe and America between them have only one form of culture worthy of respect and admiration. The view he opposes takes European culture to be the real article and American culture to be a pale imitation. He suggests instead that we ought to regard European culture as sick and dying and American culture as healthy and vibrant. These two views are mirror images of one another—each feeds on and sustains the other. One can sympathize with Boorstin’s thought that one of the reasons that patriotism comes less naturally to American intellectuals has to do with their tendency to identify culture and cosmopolitanism with Europe, without sympathizing in the least with his thought that the way for America to cure itself of this unhealthy self-conception is to learn to view itself as the paradigm of a healthy nation and to look upon the glories of European culture as symptoms of illness. 27. Cavell is concerned to take the point much further than I do here. The issue turns for him not merely on the relatively superficial matter of the extent to which there are certain commonly shared texts in the culture at large but on the far more searching matter of how they circulate in the culture and authorize what can count as a contribution to the culture’s discourse about itself. Hence Cavell writes: Suppose it is true, and significant about the American “style of thought,” that it has lacked the concept of ideology. . . . Is this like lacking thirteenth-century cathedrals (also true, and significant, of American culture), or like lacking churches of any kind, or like lacking the concept of religion altogether? In the last case you may have a theory of human culture that tells you this is impossible, in which case one tack for you to take would be to look for what concepts “do duty” for the absent concept. I think a related cultural difference between American and European intellectual life is that the American (with isolated exceptions) has no sacred intellectual texts, none whose authority the intellectual community at large is anxious to preserve at all costs—no Marxian texts, no Freudian, no Hegelian, no Deweyan, and so forth. Every text stands at the level of professional journal articles, open for disposal. . . . If the concept of ideology depends for its usefulness on its functioning with such favored texts, then its absence in American intellectual life would be explained by the absence of such texts. . . . [I]t surely makes for drastic barriers to communication, both within American intellectual life and between American and European thinkers. (Themes Out of School [henceforth TS] [San Francisco: North Point, 1984], 59–60) 28. The Wizard of Oz: The Screenplay, edited by Michael Patrick Hearn (New York: Bantam Doubleday, 1989). 29. Cavell holds, on the one hand, that the relatively accomplished edifice of distinctively American cinema is able partially to compensate for America’s failure to realize that it has expressed itself philosophically, while holding, on the other hand, that the significance of this accomplishment must, nonetheless, remain obscured in the absence of a correspondingly accomplished edifice of American philosophy:
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I assume that movies have played a role in American culture different from their role in other cultures, and more particularly that this difference is a function of the absence in America of the European edifice of philosophy. And since I assume further that American culture has been no less ambitious, craved no less to think about itself, than the most ambitious European culture, I assume further still that the difference everyone recognizes as existing between American and European literature is a function of the brunt of thought that American literature, in its foundings in, for instance, Emerson and Whitman and Poe, had to bear in that absence of a given philosophical founding and edifice, lifting the fragments that the literature found, so to speak, handy and portable. Finally, I assume that American film at its best participates in this Western cultural ambition of self-thought or self-invention that presents itself in the absence of the Western edifice of philosophy, so that on these shores film has the following peculiar economy: it has the space, and the cultural pressure, to satisfy the craving for thought, the ambition of a talented culture to examine itself publicly; but its public lacks the means to grasp this thought as such for the very reason that it naturally or historically lacks that edifice of philosophy within which to grasp it. (Contesting Tears [henceforth CT] [Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1996], 72) 30. “Emerson.—Never have I felt so much at home in a book, and in my home . . . —I may not praise it, it is too close to me.” (Nietzsche, posthumous fragment, translated and quoted by Walter Kaufmann in his translator’s introduction to The Gay Science [New York: Vintage, 1974], 12.) 31. Ibid., “The author who has been richest in ideas in this century has been an American (unfortunately this has been made obscure by German philosophy).” For a discussion of Nietzsche’s relation to Emerson, see my “Nietzsche’s Perfectionism: A Reading of Schopenhauer as Educator,” in Nietzsche’s Postmoralism, edited by Richard Schacht (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2001). 32. Was Socrates, when he pestered his fellow citizens in the Agora with his questions, participating in a European tradition? How does a tradition of philosophy begin? 33. I am drawing here on remarks from Cavell’s essay “An Emerson Mood” (see SW, 148). 34. TS, 29. 35. Aristotle, Protrepticus, fragment 5; in Aristotelis Fragmenta Selecta, edited by W. D. Ross (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1955), 33. 36. “Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris” (attributed to Thomas Gold Appleton, reported by Oliver Wendell Holmes, in Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table [Pleasantville, NY: Akadine, 2001], 125). Oscar Wilde, in his play A Woman of No Importance, adds a characteristic wrinkle: Mrs. Allonby: They say, Lady Hunstanton, that when good Americans die they go to Paris. Lady Hunstanton: Indeed? And when bad Americans die, where do they go to? Lord Illingworth: Oh, they go to America. (The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde [Leicester, UK: Galley Press, 1987], 421) 37. Walden, chap. 3, par. 1, p. 90. In connection with this question, Cavell himself offers a contrast between Derrida’s (characteristically European) and Emerson’s and Thoreau’s (distinctively American) relations to the history of European philosophy; see CT, 64–65. 38. Ralph Waldo Emerson, “The American Scholar”; in Essays and Lectures, edited by Joel Porte (New York: Library of America, 1983), 53. 39. This pertains not only to how an American writer is apt to experience his or her
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relation to a wider American public, but to the converse relation as well. Archibald MacLeish, in a striking passage, speaks in this connection of how American writers often appear to live in a kind of domestic exile: [T]hough the possibility for artists and writers to work in America can be demonstrated by the work itself, it is not so obviously self-evident that they have a place in American life . . . . Our writers appear . . . to live in a kind of domestic exile. They are noticed in the news columns when they die or when they distinguish themselves in some artistically irrelevant way such as selling a novel to the movies for more than the last novel brought, or marrying for the seventh time, but their opinions on questions of public concern are not recorded. There are, that is to say, no American Goethes. There is not even an American Sartre. (A Continuing Journey: Essays and Addresses by Archibald MacLeish [Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1968], 181) 40. Alfred Kazin, On Native Grounds (New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1982), xv. Immediately after noting this fact about modern American writing, Kazin goes on to explain (in the paragraph from which his book takes its title) the shape of his own project in On Native Grounds—one of seeking to highlight and characterize (what he takes to be) the distinctively American dimension of such writing: There is a terrible estrangement in this writing, a nameless yearning for a world no one ever really possessed, that rises above the skills our writers have mastered and the famous repeated liberations they have won to speak out plainly about the life men lead in America. All modern writers, it may be, have known that alienation. . . . But what interested me here was our alienation on native grounds—the interwoven story of our need to take up our life on our own grounds, and the irony of our possession. To speak of modern American writing as a revolt against the Genteel Tradition alone, against Victorianism alone, against even the dominance of the state by special groups, does not explain why our liberations have often proved so empty. . . . To speak of it only as a struggle toward the modern emancipation—and it was that—does not even hint at the lean and shadowy tragic strain in our modern American writing. . . . Nor does it tell us why our modern writers have had to discover and rediscover and chart the country in every generation, rewriting Emerson’s The American Scholar in every generation . . . but still must cry America! America! As if we had never known America. As perhaps we have not. (ibid., xv–xvi) For all of their differences, Kazin’s and Cavell’s accounts of American writing have this much (and this much of Emerson’s account) in common: they take America to name the (re)discovery of something that America’s great writers are compelled to write about as if it remained largely undiscovered. 41. To avoid confusion, it should be noted that in the remainder of this paragraph the expression “American intellectuals” is employed in its most minimal sense—involving the mere conjunction of the attributes American and intellectual—to refer to individuals who fancy themselves intellectuals while happening to live in and be citizens of the United States of America. Or to put the same point differently: in the remainder of this paragraph the expression “American intellectuals” is employed in its merely objective (as opposed to its weightier—Emersonian—subjective) sense. 42. Here we have a further reason that Cavell finds the greater achievements of Hollywood film and America’s relation to those achievements to epitomize a central feature of the problematic of American culture. The structure of this problematic is brought out beautifully in the following passage in which the relation between the mousefolk and their hero in Kafka’s story “Josephine the Singer” is taken to presage the relation between American culture and its public: Its film prepared to satisfy the craving for thought, and its public thereby deprived of recognizing the economy of its satisfaction, American culture casts its film and its
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film’s public in the relation that is described in “Josephine the Singer” as existing between Josephine and her public. Each will think that it is the creator of the other: and film’s public, for all its periodic adoration of its art, will fall to doubting the specialness and beauty of its art, and its own need for it; it will even come to doubt that its art is an art—that it sings—at all. (CT, 72–73) 43. CT, 66. In his Studies in Classic American Literature, D. H. Lawrence takes it to be almost a defining characteristic of an American literary classic that it possess “a duplicitous surface”—one that the reader must penetrate if he or she is to reach (what Lawrence calls) “its marvelous under-meaning.” See, for example, his essay “Nathaniel Hawthorne and The Scarlet Letter” (Studies in Classic American Literature [New York: Penguin, 1977], especially pp. 89, 106). 44. Thoreau is a master of prose structures with such false bottoms. My epigraph from Thoreau not only is an instance of a piece of writing that has such a false bottom but it is about what kind of bottom something called Walden has, how to measure its depth, and how to recognize the moment at which the effort to fathom it has struck bottom. 45. See, in this connection, Leo Steinberg’s discussion (in the title essay of Other Criteria [Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1972], 57–59) of why “Thomas Eakins is the type of the American artist,” and especially his discussion of Eakins’s William Rush (a painting of a painter painting a nude model) and how it “reverses all of the attitudes” of his French teacher Le´on Ge´rome’s Pygmalion (also of a painter painting a nude model)—and, in particular, how it furnishes an American reversal of the European relation between art and work, between painting a painting and doing one’s job. 46. MWM, 141. 47. MWM, 344. 48. Thus Garry Wills writes: The American Revolution was more properly an act of secession than a real revolution. We did not remove King George from his throne or dissolve the Parliament in London. We did not replace them with a new government of our own creation. We simply took our colonies out of the empire—which continued its course without us. (A Necessary Evil: A History of American Distrust of Government [New York: Simon Schuster, 2002], 179) 49. This raises questions about who falls under the scope of the variable “each” here and how—the initiating questions of what one might call the argument of America: Can America mean the words laid down in its founding documents if it also sanctions slavery? or if it refuses women the vote? or if it inters its citizens just for being of Japanese origin, or allows them to be stopped by the police just for being black? or allows a visitor to be detained just for having an Arabic-sounding last name? 50. Hannah Arendt, On Revolution (New York: Penguin, 1963), 55–56. 51. What Arendt means is, first, that its aftermath was a “triumphant success” if measured against the events succeeding the French Revolution, and, second, that it was a triumphant success, if measured in terms of many of the goals that the theorists and protagonists of the French Revolution and its aftermath set themselves for what a revolution is supposed to accomplish. No doubt. But that still leaves open the question what it would mean for it to be a triumphant success, if measured by the goals that the theorists and protagonists of the American Revolution and its aftermath set themselves. 52. SW, 7. 53. I am rehearsing themes touched on in “The Avoidance of Love”; see MWM, 344–45. 54. MWM, 345. 55. MWM, 345.
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Certainly Stanley Cavell has discovered a new way of thinking about the ordinary. Of course, he was not the first to invoke a return to the ordinary; even before Wittgenstein and Austin, a certain British empiricism also laid claim to such a return. But it was Cavell who conceived this return as a return to where we have never been and the ordinary as a nextness new to the world, at once near and far. By starting from this nextness we can, contrary to what we might expect, rethink the question of “realism” in ordinary language. The idea of the ordinary is doubly mythological: object of both rejection and fascination, the ordinary is as it were the other of philosophy—what it wants, in its arrogance, to surpass, but also that to which it aspires, in its nostalgia, to return. Thinking about the ordinary means avoiding these two tendencies, which are of such weight in philosophy that they seem to determine all the possibilities, especially today. To think the ordinary we must pose the question: do we really know what is ordinary, what is ordinary for us? These are old questions, which come to us from at least as early as antiquity: but all the same they are to be posed anew. That means: to begin philosophy again, not with nothing, but with what we have to hand, and before our eyes, and still to discover. It is this new departure that marks, for philosophy, what Cavell defines as American philosophy. Is there an American philosophy? Is it not, like America, simply the result of successive immigrations and importations, or is it something truly new? Cavell’s idea is that what belongs to American thinking, thus to its capacity to begin philosophy again in America, is to be found in its capacity to imagine the ordinary. This new departure of philosophy, which is not a blank slate but—as in the Hollywood comedies of remarriage that Cavell has put among his privileged subjects—a second chance, is also a reversal or a return of philosophy’s two inveterate tendencies: the denial of our ordinary language and of our ordinary character (of our ordinariness) in the philosophical pretension to leave them behind, correct them, or reform(ulate) them, and the symmetrical philosophical pretension to know “what we mean” from the false obviousness of our ordinary beliefs or our forms of life. One of Cavell’s earliest claims, in Must We Mean What We Say? (whose title sums up the whole difficulty), is that we do not know what we think or what we mean, and that the task of philosophy is to bring us back to ourselves—to bring 82
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our words back from their metaphysical to their everyday use, or to bring knowledge of the world back to knowledge or nearness of self—something that is neither easy nor obvious, and that makes asking after the ordinary the most difficult quest there is, even if (precisely because) the ordinary is there, available to everyone. For Cavell this was already, in a sense, the discovery of Socrates: What I take Socrates to have seen is that, about the questions which were causing him wonder and hope and confusion and pain, he knew that he did not know what no man can know, and that any man could learn what he wanted to learn. No man is in any better position for knowing it than any other man—unless wanting to know is a special position. And this discovery about himself is the same as the discovery of philosophy, when it is the effort to find answers, and to permit questions, which nobody knows the way to nor the answer to any better than yourself. (MWM, xxviii)
In these lines written by Cavell in 1969, more than thirty years ago, at the moment when he began to make heard, squarely in the domain of analytic philosophy, a new voice—that of ordinary language—there was in the United States a whole program whose point was precisely to rethink the ordinary starting from the very idea of ordinary language as presented in Austin and Wittgenstein. From the beginning of this program, there was the question: I, how can I say (know) what we say? This question, raised obsessively, directs the whole renewal of philosophy to which American philosophy today aspires. The voice of the ordinary, as Cavell has taught us once more to hear it, cannot be fully understood except as a response to the risk of skepticism—to this loss or this estrangement of the world, this loss for words that hangs over us every day in our world. The appeal to the ordinary and to how “we” use words is not a source of data nor a solution; it is itself traversed by skepticism, by what can be called “the unsettling strangeness of the ordinary.” It is in this context that we must consider Cavell’s return to Emerson and Thoreau. By their attention to the ordinary, the common, and the familiar, they anticipate, for Cavell, the philosophy of ordinary language in Wittgenstein and Austin. The connection means that I see both developments—ordinary language philosophy and American transcendentalism—as responses to skepticism, to that anxiety about our human capacities as knowers. . . . My route to the connection lay at once in my tracing both the ordinary language philosophers as well as the American transcendentalists to the Kantian insight that reason dictates what we mean by a world. (IQO, 4)
Transcendentalism, like the philosophy of ordinary language, responds to skepticism not by offering new knowledge or a new belief but by a recognition of our condition—which is also, to cite one of Cavell’s many plays on words, our diction together. It is in this sharing of language that the skeptical question, far from dissolving, takes on its most radical sense: what could permit me to speak in the name of these others? How could I know what we mean, to take up one of his central puns, by a word or by a world? It is Emerson’s perfectionism that raises this question—that of my voice in a community, and in a society—most clearly. Emerson’s response to it is his concept of Self-Reliance. “Self-reliance is the aversion of conformity” (see CW, 2: 29). For Cavell we are not so much to reinvent everyday language as to recover and recuperate it: the recovery he thus calls for is not only a recovery in the sense of
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a finding again but also a recovery in the sense of a healing (to take up the Wittgensteinian theme of therapy)—which is not the same thing as discovery, since it is characteristic of ordinary language that it is already there, that there is in a sense nothing for us to discover: “Words come to us from a distance; they were there before we were; we are born into them. Meaning them is accepting that fact of their condition” (SW, 64). Of this there is an echo in This New Yet Unapproachable America: “All my words are someone else’s. What, but philosophy of a certain kind, would tolerate the thought? (NYUA, 74–75). What sort of philosophy? This is what Cavell has sought to characterize, beginning with his first book, Must We Mean What We Say? The Claim of Reason is, to date—in the fullness of its breadth, treating all of Cavell’s chosen topics: Shakespeare, Romanticism, Freud, Emerson, Thoreau, politics, the movies—the most complete expression of this questioning about our form of life in language, about the enigmatic fact that “language is everywhere where we find ourselves, which means everywhere in philosophy (like sexuality in psychoanalysis)” (NYUA, 118). The content of this questioning is, from the beginning of Cavell’s philosophizing, throughout determined by his encounter with Austin. He alludes, in his preface to the Claim, to the shock Austin’s teaching was for him at Harvard in 1955 and to the complete philosophic reorientation he sustained—he was, he says, quite literally “grounded” by the procedures of the philosophy of ordinary language. The first result was the drafting of “Must We Mean What We Say?”an essay in which Cavell, in a context that was hostile, or at the very least incapable of hearing his voice (the context of professional analytic philosophy as it dominated the institution of philosophy in America in the fifties), sets out for the first time what he has found in Austin. Thus began what Cavell calls his “lifelong quarrel” with analytic philosophy (TOS, 31)—a quarrel that has largely died down today in the United States, where Cavell’s work is recognized as among the most important of the century, but which has now found a kind of new life in France with the publication of a translation of his principal work. It is a quarrel that, in effect, underlies The Claim of Reason, particularly its opening pages. The book begins with an interpretation of Austin and continues with one of Wittgenstein, and these questions of interpretation are also questions of politics, as Cavell remarks in “The Politics of Interpretation” (in Themes Out of School). If we insist here—as Cavell does in all his texts, and especially in his autobiographical work A Pitch of Philosophy—on the Austinian origin of his work, it is because we find already in that origin the Claim’s (political) course of interpretation: to retrieve (to recover) the voice of signal authors of the analytic professional tradition, whose work has been lost in a scholasticism (in Austin’s case, pragmatic; in Wittgenstein’s, analytic) which has severed our contact with them and has made their writings and their teaching empty words—dead signs, to which we must give life, as he put it in The Claim of Reason. For Cavell, we have not yet understood, or we have quickly forgotten, the original point of departure for analytic philosophy, the linguistic turn, and we have not understood or have forgotten what it means to be interested in language. From this point of view we are hardly beyond, and rather still perhaps behind, the teaching of Austin and of Wittgenstein (as well, certainly, as that of Gottlob Frege).1 We have become unable to understand them and to hear their voices. And this
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inability is a symptom of a more general inability, an inability to hear ordinary language, and so to speak it, to mean what we say. To this inability to be subject to our language, to speak a shared language, Cavell again gives the name of skepticism. It is just this that is the subject of The Claim of Reason. Why was the encounter with Austin so essential? Because, as Cavell puts it in the opening of “Must We Mean What We Say?” the idea “that what we ordinarily say and mean may have a direct and deep control over what we can philosophically say and mean” (MWM, 1), which belongs to the philosophy of Austin, has a significance that goes beyond the traditional subject of the philosophy of language; and if it is often rejected by philosophers (Continental as well as analytic) and understood as simplistic or blind to the depth of philosophical questions, that impression “can come from a truth about ourselves that we hold at a distance.” The philosophical interest of the return to “what we say” becomes clear when we ask ourselves not only about saying but about who we are. How can I know what we would say in these or those circumstances? How is the language that I speak, inherited as it is from others, mine? Cavell hears an echo of these questions in the opening of the Philosophical Investigations (which begins with the citation of Augustine (“all my words are those of another”). But it is Thoreau (and Emerson, who comes to have even greater importance in Cavell’s work after The Claim of Reason), in his attention to the ordinary and the common, who, Cavell writes, “underwrites the practice of Wittgenstein and of Austin.” Without Thoreau, there would not be in Cavell the passage from Austin’s ordinary to Wittgenstein’s question of skepticism and of criteria, this need for a change in the hearing of language, toward sensitivity to its voices. Our words, like our lives, have lost their senses, and we must learn to get them back. This is the task that Walden sets itself: “[O]ur reading, our conversation and thinking are all on a very low level, worthy only of pygmies and of manikins (W, 97). This is what Emerson is saying in a celebrated exclamation, frequently cited by Cavell: “Their every truth is not quite true. Their two is not the real two, their four not the real four; so that every word they say chagrins us” (CW, 2: 34). What is at issue here for Cavell is our criteria, that is to say our shared agreement on or rather in language, and more precisely the we that is in question in “what we say when.” What founds the appeal to ordinary language? Everything that we have, what we say, and our agreements in language. It is not on meanings that we agree, but on uses, as Wittgenstein clearly saw. We specify “the meaning of a (given) word” by its uses. Asking after agreement (asking “what would you say if . . . ,” as Austin does constantly) is founded on everything but meanings and the specification (even problematic) of senses “shared” by speakers. The agreement of which Austin and Wittgenstein speak does not have the character of an intersubjective agreement: it is not founded on a “convention” or on any actual act of agreeing, entered into by already civilized speakers. In this sense, it has nothing to do with the “solidarity” invoked by Richard Rorty. It is an agreement as objective as anything (Austin speaks in this connection of “experimental data”). But what is this agreement? Where does it come from, and why should we give it such authority? That is the problem for Cavell. In all his work, he raises the question: what permits Austin and Wittgenstein to say what they say about what we say? And his
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response is fertile in surprises and paradoxes. For Cavell, the radical absence of any foundation for the claim to “say what we say”—his first discovery—is not a mark of any absence of logical rigor or rational certitude in the procedure that arises from this claim—his second discovery. This is the meaning of what Wittgenstein says about our “agreement in judgments” and in language: it is not founded on anything but itself, on us. Clearly, there is in this the makings of skepticism, and this is thus quite properly the central topic of The Claim of Reason. But to understand the nature of our language and our agreements is also to understand that it “does not abolish logic” (cf. PI, §242); and that the lack of any external foundation for our agreement in language rather represents something fundamental to our rationality—this is what Cavell defines as, in the strict sense, the truth in skepticism. The Claim of Reason is, as a whole, a development of a remark in one of his first essays, “The Availability of Wittgenstein’s Later Philosophy”: We learn and teach words in certain contexts, and then we are expected and expect others to project them into further contexts. Nothing insures that this projection will take place (in particular, not the grasping of universals nor the grasping of books of rules) . . . It is a vision as simple as it is difficult, and as difficult as it is (and because it is) terrifying. (MWM, 52)
One can see here the movement that is accomplished in Cavell from the question of shared language to the question of the sharing of the human form of life, a sharing that is not merely a matter of being part of social structures but of everything that makes up human activities and existences. This is why sociological interpretations and uses of Wittgenstein always miss the true force of his anthropology: it never suffices for Wittgenstein to say “this is what we do.” The problem is to know how to connect the I to the us and vice versa. In this way, skepticism is inherent in every human practice, linguistic or otherwise: all certitude or confidence in what we do (follow a rule, count, etc.) is modeled on the confidence that we have in our shared uses of language. “The acceptance of our form of life,” immanence, does not afford us a pat response to philosophical problems. Wittgenstein certainly would not have appreciated certain talk nowadays of supposedly Wittgensteinian inspiration, in which “the acceptance of our form of life” becomes a flight from every investigation or questioning of forms of life, and a pretext for talk about the end of philosophy. Rorty’s reading and use of Wittgenstein is clearly guided by this sort of “conformist” interpretation of form of life. From this point of view, one of the merits of Cavell’s reading is its radically putting in question such a conception of “form of life,” a putting in question which is inextricably tied to sustaining and transforming skeptical questions. Cavell shows at once the fragility and the depth of our agreements, and he seeks out the very nature of the necessity that emerges, for Wittgenstein, from our human form of life. All of Cavell’s work begins from the following three thoughts, which the official readings of Wittgenstein have constantly avoided: 1. There is a rationality and an objectivity to these procedures, one which is founded on our “form of life.” This is, in effect, what Cavell has always maintained, and it means also that this is a necessity that is inherent in all of our uses of language, on the basis of which we mean something.
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2. A rule is neither a foundation nor an interpretation: it is there, but this in no way diminishes its rigor, for it is natural. A unique aspect of Cavell’s position is his redefinition of the necessity of ordinary usage and rules in language in terms of nature: it is this very particular understanding of nature that defines for him the ordinary. 3. There is not, then, for Cavell, an “answer” to the skepticism that emerges from the fragility of our agreements. That our ordinary language is founded on nothing but itself is not only a source of anxiety as to the validity of what we do and say: it is the revelation of a truth about ourselves that we do not want to recognize— that “I” am the sole possible source of their validity. To refuse this, to attempt to surpass skepticism, is to end up reinforcing skepticism. That is what Cavell means by his famously saying in the Claim: “we live our skepticism” (CR, 440). This is not an “existential” interpretation of Wittgenstein, but a new understanding of the fact that language is our form of life.
The accepting of this fact—which Cavell defines as “the absence of foundation or of guaranty for our finitude, for creatures endowed with language and subject to their powers and to their weaknesses, subject to their mortal condition”—does not come here as a relief, or a deliverance, but rather is an acknowledgment of finitude and of the everyday, whose source Cavell finds in Emerson and Thoreau. It is on this condition that we can regain our “lost contact with reality,” the nearness of the world and of words broken in skepticism. So a response to the question of realism, so much discussed today in the philosophy of language, is not to be found except in ordinary language, in what Austin and Wittgenstein show to be the entanglement, the reciprocal involvement of language and life. The adequacy of language to reality—the truth of language—is not to be constructed or to be proven: it is to be shown, as we can see Austin showing it, in language. Cavell’s originality lies in his reconsideration of the nature of language, and in the connection that he draws between its nature and human nature, which is finitude. It is in this sense that the question of our agreements in language is ultimately the question of the human condition, and that the acceptance of the one goes along with the acceptance of the other. What is at stake then, is the accepting of expressiveness itself: bearing being expressive, wanting to say. Here a question of meaning reappears which is not a question of sense or of reference, but as Wittgenstein’s terminology at the beginning of the Blue Book indicates, meaning, wanting to say. The philosophical problem that ordinary language philosophy raises has therefore two parts: First, with what right does it found itself on what we ordinarily say? Second, on what, or on whom, does it found itself in determining what we ordinarily say? But—and here is the insight of Cavell’s approach in Must We Mean What We Say? and in The Claim of Reason—these questions are at bottom the same: they are the question of my (my words’) connection to the real (to our world), that is to say, for Cavell as for Wittgenstein, of our criteria. To see this, let us return to the question of our agreements in language: “We share the criteria by means of which we regulate our application of concepts, through which we establish the conditions of conversation.” What Wittgenstein investigates and determines, in the Investigations, is our criteria, which govern what we say. But who is he to claim to know these things? It is this absence of foundation for the claim to
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know what we say that supports the idea of criteria, and that defines what it is to claim. The philosophical appeal to what we say, and the search for our criteria on the basis of which we say what we say, are claims to community. And the claim to community is always a search for the basis on which it can or has been established. I have nothing more to go on than my conviction, my sense that I make sense. . . . The wish and search for community are the wish and search for reason. (CR, 20)
The central enigma of rationality and of community is thus the possibility that I can speak in the name of others. It is precisely here that we find the problem of “Other Minds,” of knowing how to get to the mind of the other, an obsession of Wittgenstein’s: But how does he [Wittgenstein] know such things? . . . [H]ow can he so much as have the idea that these fleets of his own consciousness, which is obviously all he’s got to go on, are accurate wakes of our own? But the fact is he does have the idea; and he is not the only one who does. And the fact is, so much of what he shows to be true of his consciousness is equally true of ours (of mine). This is perhaps the fact of his writing to be most impressed by; it may be the fact he is most impressed by—that what he does can be done at all. (CR, 20)
This accounts for the very unusual tone of the Investigations, that they have something of autobiography, but a curious autobiography that is also our own. It can seem sometimes that Wittgenstein has undertaken to voice our secrets, secrets we did not know were known or did not know we shared. And then, whether he is right or wrong in a given instance, the very intention, or presumption, will seem to some outrageous. It is this tone of confidence that brings Wittgenstein close to Rousseau and Thoreau, and leads Cavell to find in Wittgenstein’s reflection on agreement in language an interrogation of the nature of subjectivity. This point is clearly put in The Senses of Walden: It is the appeal from ordinary language to itself; a rebuke of our lives by what we may know of them, if we will. The writer has secrets to tell which may only be told to strangers. . . . They are secrets because few are anxious to know them; all but one or two wish to remain foreign. (SW, 92)
There is not then in Wittgenstein a refutation of skepticism by the ordinary. Such a refutation would in any case be circular: for the ordinary is precisely that which is threatened by skepticism. But most important, for Wittgenstein, as for Austin, there is nothing obvious or immediate about the ordinary: it is to be discovered, and that is the task that Austin’s minute analyses and Wittgenstein’s innumerable examples set themselves. What I mean is that the appeal to ordinary language does not hold out an easy solution to philosophical problems, and that it certainly cannot be reduced to any falling back on a plain sense or a shared meaning. This is what most strongly distinguishes Wittgenstein and Austin from a philosopher like Moore, who would seem to know, right off the bat, what common sense would be, what we ordinarily say or think. But in reality there is nothing that is more difficult or more painful to know: Austin goes to great pains in order to say what we understand by “intentionally” or by “it’s a fact”; Wittgenstein has need of the
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whole of the Investigations to know just a bit better whether we think that we have access to the mind of another person. In The Claim of Reason, Cavell asks again and again after our ordinary way of understanding the pain of another, or the connection between the soul and the body: he asks why, for instance, we can more easily imagine the soul of a prince in the body of a frog than we can the soul of a frog with the appearance of a prince? Do we ordinarily think of the soul, the “I,” as being within my body, or as being my body? (CR, 398). These are questions that do not have a straight-off answer, and they show the impossibility, or the danger, of responding to skepticism with arguments that appeal to our ordinary beliefs: philosophers who would like to proceed in this way have already given in to skepticism: “they live it.” This returns us again to the question of the foundation of our agreement: that of the nature of me, of my capacity to speak, and so to conform in the use of shared criteria. It is not enough to invoke community; we still have to know what authorizes me (what gives me the right) to invoke it. When I remarked that the philosophical search for our criteria is a search for community, I was in effect answering the second question I uncovered in the face of the claim to speak for “the group”—the question namely about how I could have been party to the establishing of criteria if I do not recognize that I have and do not know what they are. . . . [T]he claim is not that one can tell a priori who is implicated by me, because one point of the particular kind of investigation Wittgenstein calls grammatical is exactly to discover who. (CR, 22)
Cavell thus gives us a starting point for asking after “what it is convenient to call linguistic conventions.” The strength of Cavell’s analysis of convention in chapter 5 of The Claim of Reason—and what fundamentally distinguishes it from Rorty’s analysis of community and conversation—is that it makes us revisit the profoundly problematic character of every appeal to convention, and the difficulty therefore of locating a “conventionalism” in Wittgenstein. We can see the difficulty in this passage of the Philosophical Investigations, which connects to all of Cavell’s work: It is what human beings say that is true or false, and they agree in the language that they use [in der Sprache stmmen die Menschen u¨berein]. That is not agreement in opinions but in form of life. ¨ bereinIf language is to be a means of communication there must be agreement [U stimmung] not only in definitions but also (queer as this may sound) in judgments. This may seem to abolish logic, but does not do so. (PI, 241–42)
That we have our agreements in language is certainly not the end of the problem of skepticism, and to adopt conventionalism would not be responsive to the kinds of questions I mean to be posing here. It is of the first importance for Cavell that Wittgenstein says that we agree in and not on language. That means that we are not makers of the agreement, that language precedes agreement just as much as agreement makes language possible, and that this circularity brings with it an irreducible element of skepticism. A response to the problem of language is not to be found in the idea of convention, because convention is itself a difficulty and a mystery. Most conventionalist interpreters of Wittgenstein (certainly I am thinking here of Saul Kripke) take a false path: the idea of convention, particularly as it is conceived in “conventionalism,” does not in fact help us to define agreement in
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language. The idea of convention does indeed mean something (and in this sense, it is indispensable): it acknowledges the strength of our agreement, and the extraordinariness of our ability to speak together. But it cannot be the basis of an account of the real practice of language, and furthermore it can encourage us to avoid seeing that language is natural: [S]ince we cannot assume that the words we are given have their meaning by nature, we are led to assume they take it from convention; and yet no current idea of “convention” could seem to do the work that words do—there would have to be, we could say, too many conventions in play, one for each shade of each word in each context. We cannot have agreed beforehand to all that would be necessary. (CR, 31)
That we agree in language means that language—our form of life—produces our understanding of one another just as much as language is a product of agreement, that it is natural to us in this sense, and that the idea of convention is there to at once ape and disguise this necessity. “Beneath the tyranny of convention, there is the tyranny of nature,” Cavell writes. At this point, the criticism mounted by Cavell, in This New Yet Unapproachable America, of usual interpretations of “form of life” becomes relevant. Cavell opposes these interpretations by his use of the formulation “form of life,” by contrast with “form of life.” What is given is our form of life. What leads us to want to violate our agreements, our criteria, is the refusal of this given, of our form of life not only in its social but in its biological dimension. It is on this second (vertical) aspect of form of life that Cavell is insisting, while at the same time recognizing the importance of the first (horizontal) dimension, that is, social agreement. What discussions of the first sense (that of conventionalism) have obscured is the strength in Wittgenstein of the natural and biological sense of form of life, which Wittgenstein picks out in evoking “natural reactions” and “the natural history of humanity.” What is given in our form of life is not only social structures and various cultural habits but everything that can be seen in “the specific strength and dimensions of the human body, the senses, the human voice” and everything that makes it the case that, just as the dove, in Kant’s phrase, needs air to fly, so we, in Wittgenstein’s phrase, need friction to walk (PI §107). In thinking of convention we resist the naturalness of language, which is, appearances to the contrary, just as or even more essential than convention to language’s being public. Perceiving the naturalness of language is precisely what can lead us back to language’s natural realism, while conventionalism distances us from that natural realism, in its emphasis on the arbitrariness of language and the conventional character of the relation of words to the world. (It is thus not surprising that the most thoroughly conventionalist interpretations of Wittgenstein tend inevitably in the direction of some sophisticated form of antirealism, say, idealism.) The putting in question of the concept of convention allows us to frame a new sort of naturalism, which is not the naturalism of the contemporary naturalists in cognitive scientific style, and that is thus rooted in facts of nature even more certain, or in any case more difficult to deny than those by which those naturalists purport to be inspired: those facts are precisely what Wittgenstein means by “form of life.” Cavell, in concluding the first part of The Claim of Reason, asks in this way about what he calls “the natural ground of our conventions”:
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What is the natural ground of our conventions, to what are they in service? It is inconvenient to question a convention; that makes it unserviceable, it no longer allows me to proceed as a matter of course; the paths of action, the paths of words, are blocked. “To imagine a language is to imagine a form of life” ([Philosophical Investigations] §19). In philosophizing, I have to bring my own language and life into imagination. (CR, 125)
This leads Cavell to redefine the task of philosophy, in a passage from The Claim of Reason that has become famous: In this light, philosophy becomes the education of grownups . . . . The anxiety in teaching, in serious communication, is that I myself require education. And for grownups education is not natural growth but change. Conversion is a turning out of our natural reactions; so it is symbolized as rebirth. (CR, 125)
The recourse (the return) to the ordinary, and to the ordinary use of language, is thus a way of accomplishing change. It is clear, however, that such a change cannot be conceived as a response to skepticism: it is rather a recognition of the truth in skepticism, announced in Emerson: “I know that the world I converse with in the city and in the farms, is not the world I think” (CW, 3:48). This is how the movement from the problematic of ordinary language to that of transcendentalism is justified, for the ordinary itself is a myth and an illusion: this is explicitly the main idea in This New Yet Unapproachable America. What is still, then, to be brought into view, as Cavell discovered after The Claim of Reason with his (re)discovery of Thoreau and Emerson, is the idea of an intimacy, of a nextness to the world, which appears, in Cavell’s recent writings, as fatally problematic: Austin’s and Wittgenstein’s attacks on philosophy, and on skepticism in particular—in appealing to what they call the ordinary or everyday use of words—are counting on some intimacy between language and world that they were never able satisfactorily to give an account of. (NYUA, 81)
This nearness is also Kant’s problem of a possible, or necessary, adequacy of our understanding to the world. And on Cavell’s reading of Wittgenstein, Austin, and Kant, this problem is insoluble if it is posed in the philosophical terms of skepticism, and that for a reason truly radical: namely, that it is impossible for there to be a foundation for connection between my language and the world (this is what Cavell calls the truth in skepticism). Perhaps the best way, then, to pose the problem of nearness is in not in terms of a foundation, nor in terms of intersubjectivity or of objectivity, but rather by analyzing the demand for a foundation itself. As in certain riddles, the solution here has perhaps the form of a question, there where we had not expected to find it. It is thus in examining the claim of reason to express or explain its own adequacy to the world (which is also the subject of the riddle of the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus) that we can clarify the question of skepticism. The Kantian tone of the term “claim” indicates Cavell’s willingness to consider the Investigations (as well as, what is rather easier, the Tractatus) as an extension of the transcendental questioning of the Critique. When Wittgenstein said of his investigation that it was “grammatical” and glossed this by saying that
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“it is oriented not toward phenomena, but toward possibilities of phenomena,” this means, for Cavell, that “what he means by grammar plays the role of a transcendental deduction of human concepts.” Wittgenstein differs from Kant in that, for Wittgenstein, every word in our language requires a deduction: “each one must be retraced, in its application to the world, in terms of what he calls the criteria that govern them.” It would be in this sense that our grammar is a priori—in the sense in which “human beings are in agreement in their judgments” (IQO, 170). For Cavell, another reprisal of the Kantian questions comes in transcendentalism, which resolves—as Thoreau does in Walden, for example—the “loss of intimacy between words and the world” by this statement of the ordinary: “[T]he world responds consistently and obediently to our conceptions.” This leads Cavell to read ordinary language philosophy and transcendentalism as “reactions” to skepticism, and more precisely as extensions of Kant’s intuition that “reason says what we mean by a world.” This is how Cavell translates the eternal question of how words “hook on” to the world: by his use of the word claim. Here then is a first approach to the sense of claim: it is the pretension to speak for “us,” at once curious and legitimate, like the pretension of reason, according to Kant, to raise questions whose answers are beyond its power. We can recall here the first epigraph to the second part of The Claim of Reason, taken from the preface to the first edition of the Critique: Human reason has this peculiar fate that in one species of its knowledge it is burdened by questions which, as prescribed by the very nature of reason itself, it is not able to ignore, but which, as transcending all its powers, it is not able to answer. (CR, 127)
Cavell locates this tension (exactly expressed by the word claim: the demand that knows itself to be in a sense impossible to satisfy), which according to Kant is characteristic of human reason, within the use of language. But as the title of Cavell’s book indicates, in passing from reason to language, nothing is changed. The naturalness of reason—the questions are “posed by its nature”—like that of language, is at once impossible to avoid and impossible to maintain, or to satisfy. It is this that guides the definition of the term claim in Cavell. We have already seen that claim designates my pretension to speak in the name of the community: but its sense is not solely linguistic. Wittgensteinian criteria pose a question that is as much political as it is philosophical. It is not only a question of my belonging to the community of those who speak my language but also one of my being representative: whence do I get the right? What is its foundation, philosophically? The criteria Wittgenstein appeals to—those which are, for him, the data of philosophy—are always “ours.” . . . When I voice them, I do so, or take myself to do so, as a member of that group, a representative human. (CR, 18)
But I am not by definition representative of the human. Our agreement can always be broken. I can be excluded (or exclude myself) from the community, linguistic as well as political. The possibility of disagreement is inherent even in the idea of agreement, and it is on the basis of agreement that I lay claim (by my speaking) to being representative. That disagreement is always possible sums up the threat of skepticism: the rupture of the passage, the suspension of the generalization, from I to us.
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Two questions are immediately to be expected 1) How can I, what gives me the right to, speak for the group of which I am a member? What confidence am I to place in a generalization from what I say to what everybody says ? The sample is irresponsibly, preposterously small; 2) If I am supposed to have been party to the criteria we have established, how can I fail to know what these are? (CR, 18)
For Cavell, it is the question of the social contract that underwrites or defines that of agreements in language, as is shown by the spirited analysis of Rousseau that he offers at the opening of The Claim of Reason. If I am representative, then I have to have a voice in the common conversation. My society, if it is an expression of me, must also allow me to find my own voice. But am I really allowed to? As Cavell went on to show, in chapter 2 of Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome, it is not at all obvious. If the others strangle my voice, speaking for me, I might still always seem to have consented. One does not have a voice, one’s own voice, by nature: I must find my voice if I am to speak for others and they are to speak for me. Here we see again the connection with the question of the contract—the political question in general—and with the question of education. For if my words are not accepted by these others, I lose more than language: I lose my voice. I do not know in advance how deep my agreement with myself is, how far responsibility for language may run. But if I am to have my own voice in it, I must be speaking for others, and allow others to speak for me. The alternative to speaking for myself representatively is not : speaking for myself privately. The alternative is having nothing to say, being voiceless, not even mute. (CR, 28)
The error of the scholastic post-Wittgensteinian is to think he or she sees a stark opposition between public and private (the same prejudice keeps the innumerable discussions about “the private language argument” going.) Cavell explodes the opposition. To not be public is not to be private; it is to be inexpressive. Not even mute, without voice. If I do not speak, it is not because there is something that cannot be said, but because I do not have anything to say. Our agreement (with others, with myself) is an agreement of voices: our u¨bereinstimmen, as Wittgenstein calls it: “That a group of human beings stimmen in their language u¨berein says, so to speak, that they are mutually voiced with respect to it, mutually attuned top to bottom” (CR, 32). In this passage, Cavell gives a sense to agreement that is neither psychological nor subjective, that is not founded on anything but the validity of my voice: my individual voice claims to be a “universal voice.” Claim is what a voice does when it takes no other foundation but itself for the establishment of a universal assent—a pretension that, however exorbitant it may be, Cavell demands that we formulate even more exorbitantly, that is to say, in place of every condition of reason and understanding. In Must We Mean What We Say? Cavell posed the question of the foundation of language in Kantian terms as the problem of a “universal voice,” showing the kinship between the procedures of Wittgenstein and Austin, and their connection to a paradox inherent in aesthetic judgment: my foundation lies in me for saying what we say. In this way we can see the type of rationality that defines and creates ordinary language philosophy: “I will suggest that the aesthetic judgment models the sort of claim entered by these philosophers, and that the familiar lack of conclu-
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siveness in aesthetic argument, rather than showing up an irrationality, shows the kind of rationality it has, and needs” (MWM, 86). Cavell begins with an analysis of Hume in order to show that if agreement produces judgments of taste, this does not mean that taste is irrational. Here, too, we see the sense of claim: the discovery of a sense of rationality not exhausted by the scientific concept of rationality: Hume’s descendants, catching the assumption that agreement provides the vindication of judgment, but no longer able to hope for either, have found that aesthetic (and political and moral) judgments lack something: the arguments that support them are not conclusive the way arguments in logic are, nor rational the way arguments in science are. Indeed they are not, and if they were there would be no such subject as art (or morality) and no such art as criticism. It does not follow, however, that such judgments are not conclusive and rational. (MWM, 88)
The idea is developed in Kant, in §8 of the Critique of Judgment, and he can stand here as the source of thought about agreement. With aesthetic judgment, Kant asks us to “discover a property of our faculty of understanding which without this analysis would have remained unknown to us”: the “pretension to universality” which belongs to the judgment of taste, which makes us “attribute to everyone the satisfaction afforded by an object.” Kant then distinguishes the agreeable from the beautiful (only the latter claims universal assent) in terms of a distinction between private and public judgments. How can a judgment that has all the characteristics of the private pretend to be public, to have force for everyone? Kant himself brings out what is profoundly strange and “disconcerting” in this thought, and Wittgenstein follows out the same strangeness to its limits. A judgment of taste demands universal assent, “and in fact everyone expects this assent [Einstimmung].” What sustains this pretension is what Kant calls a universal voice (allgemeine Stimme). In Wittgenstein as in Kant, this is a voice that is to be understood in terms of the idea of agreement: uebereinstimmen is the verb employed by Wittgenstein to describe our agreement in language (PI, 241–42; v. above). It is the universal voice that sets down our agreement and thus our claim to speak in the name of others, our claim to speak at all. Kant’s “universal voice” is, perhaps with a slight shift of accent, what we hear recorded in the philosopher’s claims about “what we say”; such claims are at least as close to what Kant calls aesthetic judgments as they are to ordinary empirical hypotheses. . . . I wish to suggest that it is a claim or dependence of the same kind. (MWM, 94)
For these reasons, the question of “what we ordinarily say” is not “merely” a question of “language,” but, as Austin always claimed, is also a question about things themselves, about facts. In Must We Mean What We Say? Cavell notes, bringing Austin close to Wittgenstein: “One sometimes has the feeling that Austin’s differences penetrate the phenomena they record—a feeling from within which the traditional philosopher will be the one who seems to be talking about mere words” (MWM, 103). Such facts perhaps only amount to saying that the philosophy of ordinary language is not about language, anyway not in any sense in which it is not also about the
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world. Ordinary language philosophy is about whatever ordinary language is about. (MWM, 95)
This familiarity, this closeness to the things themselves, certainly constitutes the center of (ordinary) language—its claim to things in that they are said (what Austin called “doing things with words”); and it is this exigency that is contained in the title of claim. The claims of ordinary language philosophy, then, are a demand that one hear the claim of ordinary language, that one do what the philosophy of language (in all its various recent forms, be they semantic, pragmatic, or cognitivist) has refused to do, in its rejection of a certain dimension of the work of Austin and of Wittgenstein, who hold that language must also always be a voice. Kant’s attention to the “universal voice” expressed in aesthetic judgments seems to me, finally, to afford some explanation of that air of dogmatism which claims about what “we” say seem to carry for critics of ordinary language procedures, and which they find repugnant and intolerant. I think that air of dogmatism is indeed present in such claims; but if that is intolerant, that is because tolerance could only mean, as in liberals it often does, that the kind of claim in question is not taken seriously. It is, after all, a claim about our lives. (MWM, 96)
Bringing our words back “from their metaphysical to their everyday use,” to the shared ordinary, as Wittgenstein did, is not a “philosophy of language”: it is bringing us nearer to the real. By way of conclusion it remains for us to determine the sense of this nearness. What Wittgenstein and Austin share, beyond their differences (made explicit by Cavell in The Claim of Reason), is this form of realism that one hardly dares call such, since it is precisely what is forgotten, or rejected, in philosophy now and in debates about realism. Of course, difficulties in receiving ordinary language philosophy are not new, and Cavell’s first essays, published in the early sixties, detail particularly clearly the misunderstandings that had already accumulated around the work of Wittgenstein, and, to a lesser degree, around the work of Austin. When Cavell, in Must We Mean What We Say? (in the essay “Aesthetic Problems of Modern Philosophy”) claimed a rational dimension for statements like those of aesthetic judgment, he went against a dominant theory of his time, emotivism (now called non-cognitivism)—a theory that continues to play a decisive role in contemporary discussions. This theory came out of the idea that only cognitive statements, which represented states of things, were really statements, furnished with sense, and that no other putative statement could express anything but an emotive attitude associated with the putative statement. One can find an origin of this idea in the idea that language is or ought to be essentially descriptive, where descriptive means that it names states of things. Contrary to the interpretation of the Tractatus popularized by C. K. Ogden and I. A. Richards in The Meaning of Meaning, and, in a different way, by the Vienna Circle, nothing could be more untrue to Wittgenstein than the idea that we cannot talk about aesthetics, or that aesthetics is in the domain of the merely “emotive,” or more generally, as Cavell puts it, that there is a split within language, between the cognitive and the noncognitive, one part responsive to reality, while the other could do away with it (TOS, 36).
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In criticizing the cognitive/emotive distinction in Must We Mean What We Say? Cavell meant not only to be defending Austin but to be opposing a standard interpretation of the Tractatus and of the Philosophical Investigations. The domain of ethics and aesthetics (ordinary statements that are, in a sense, not descriptive) is not, according to Cavell, apart from logic and truth (and this was what Austin, too, meant to show with all his ordinary statements). One might think that beginning in the thirties, Wittgenstein renounced his earlier logical and logicist orientation in order to begin studying “all of language,” nonsense, and so forth—to junk the Tractatus, in a word. But that would be a mistake. Wittgenstein did change, but from a completely different point of view. He made a “return to his studies,” but around the same fixed point. He kept the idea, found in the Tractatus and in Frege, of a nonpsychological treatment of the mind, only the “necessity” that presides over the mind is no longer that of logic, but is that of rules and of our uses. The approach or direction remains, however, fundamentally the same: a nonpsychological treatment of the mind, inasmuch as it is entirely there, now, in our uses of language and in our agreements. Recognizing that it is use and rules of use (rather than something psychological or intentional) that give life to the sign, is not a matter of renouncing “the rigor of logic,” but rather finding logic again, there where one least expected to find it (from the point of view of logic in any case), in our ordinary uses themselves, in language: it is there that it shows itself. “Everything is already there in . . . .” How does it come about that this arrow points? Doesn’t it seem to carry in it something besides itself?—”No, not the dead line on paper; only the psychical thing, the meaning, can do that.”—That is both true and false. The arrow points only in the application that a living being makes of it. This pointing is not a hocus-pocus that can be performed only by the soul. (PI, 454)
To say that everything is in the use means, what we have seen from many different points of view, that there is nothing else than use in what we say, and that there is nothing with which our language and our uses must agree. To understand that is to throw away the ladder of the Tractatus, and this time for good. One sees here why the perspective of ordinary language philosophy and its immanent agreements, if one holds it truly thoroughly, is radically anti-metaphysical. The only agreement to be sought is in language; that is to say, as Kant says, in a “use . . . in agreement with itself”: [Logic] must teach us the correct use of the understanding, that is to say, the one that is in agreement with itself [den mit sich selbst uebereinstimmenden Gebrauch].2
All of Frege’s work, and Wittgenstein’s in the Tractatus, constitutes answers to this challenge of Kant’s, to articulate a use of the understanding that is based in agreement with itself and with nothing else. The Investigations are as well, for they take up and follow out Kant’s formulation in affirming that we must seek our agreement in language in our uses themselves, that the agreement we are seeking is one of language with itself. And the philosophy of Austin is as well, by locating in our agreements, in what we would say when, the sole possibility of coming to agreement with the world, and thereby redefining logic as within ordinary lan-
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guage, revealing the sense of the famous proposition: “It is what human beings say that is true or false; and they agree in the language that they use. This is not an agreement in opinions but in form of life” (PI, 241). The interest, and also the specific difficulty of the definition and practice of philosophy of language, is that the speaking of language is speaking about what one is speaking about (and how, and where). Austin said it very clearly in “A Plea for Excuses,” in his trademark mock-superficial manner: When we examine what we should say when, we are looking again not merely at words (or ‘meanings’ whatever they may be) but also at the realities we use the words to talk about: we are using a sharpened awareness of words to sharpen our perception of, though not as the final arbiter of, the phenomena. (PP, 182)
Clearly this is not enough. But Austin has here announced what the stakes are in a philosophy of language. It is absolutely characteristic of Rorty that he has poked fun at this passage, as if we were dealing here with the last illusions we must eventually abandon about language: in Rorty’s view, after the linguistic turn the philosopher must renounce all inquiry in which “phenomena that are linguistic are to help us discover phenomena that are non-linguistic.”3 This criticism is inseparable from the idea, which goes far back with Rorty, that a linguistic turn must lead to a dissolution of traditional philosophical problems. But a major question remains to be raised, after a century of philosophy of language, and that is: why in the world should we be interested in language? Cavell’s response, after Austin, is simple: the philosophy of ordinary language concerns itself with everything that we talk about in language. In this sense, philosophy speaks of nothing but language, and Austin in particular has lots to say about differences that language marks. Ordinary language is a host of differences, and it “contains all the distinctions that humans have judged it useful to draw, and all the relations that they have judged useful to pass on,” and which are certainly more subtle and solid than “what we could come up with, you or I, installed in an armchair for a fine afternoon—the preferred methodological alternative” (PP, 181). With this in mind we can better understand the enigmatic passage from “A Plea for Excuses,” where Austin talks (with irony, but still) about linguistic phenomenology, or this other passage, from “Three Ways of Spilling Ink”: If we reach this agreement, we shall have some data (‘experimental’ data, in fact) which we can then go on to explain. Here, the explanation will be an account of the meanings of these expressions, which we shall hope to reach by using such methods as those of ‘Agreement’ and ‘Difference’. (PP, 274)
This conception of differences and resemblances (a theme Austin shares with Wittgenstein) constitutes the center of Austin’s thinking, and his idea, mock-naive again, of the community of language with the world. It is the notion of difference that will define the connection between a conscience sharpened for the use of words, and our perception of the world (without ever adopting the facile solution that the way we see things depends on how we describe things and our words for them). Cavell was the first to make this point: Too obviously, Austin is continuously concerned to draw distinctions, and the finer the merrier, just as he often explains and justifies what he is doing by praising the
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The naturalness (or the necessity) of distinctions drawn in language makes them superior to distinctions drawn by philosophers, and in particular to distinctions established by an “analysis” of words. They are, says Cavell, more real (“real where the others are academic” [MWM, 103]). And this is the source of Austin’s and (even if Cavell would not say it this way) Cavell’s particular form of realism. Austin, before Quine, criticized the notion of analyticity and the idea of equivalences and substitutions between terms. In this sense Austin, no less than Wittgenstein, is not an analytic philosopher. Cavell writes, again in Must We Mean What We Say?: This is plainly different from their entrance in, say, philosophers like Russell or Broad or even Moore, whose distinctions do not serve to compare and to elicit differences but rather, one could say, to provide labels for differences previously, somehow, noticed. (MWM, 103)
Austin’s philosophy aimed to establish the connection between language and the world, but not in the traditional analytic terms of realism or correspondence (though there is of course a rehabilitated notion of correspondence in Austin’s concept of truth [see, for example, Charles Travis’s work on Austin, surprisingly close to Cavell’s approach]): in terms (to use, rather, the Wittgensteinian expression ) of a harmony between words and world. The kind of realism involved here (a realism that cannot be claimed as a theory or a thesis) appears in a very illuminating way in this passage from Austin’s “Truth”: To ask ‘Is the fact that S the true statement that S or that which it is true of?’ may beget absurd answers. To take an analogy: although we may sensibly ask ‘do we ride the word or the animal?’ and equally sensibly ‘Do we write the word and the animal?’ it is nonsense to ask ‘Do we define the word or the animal?’ For defining an elephant (supposing we ever do this) is a compendious description of an operation involving both word and animal (do we focus the image or the battleship?) and so speaking about ‘the fact that’ is a compendious way of speaking about a situation involving both words and world. (PP, 124)
Surprisingly (or not) the only place where Cavell comments, or at least uses, this Austinian point is (parenthetically) in Pursuits of Happiness: (J. L. Austin was thinking . . . about the internality of words and world to one another when he asked, parenthetically in his essay “Truth,” “do we focus the image or the battleship?”) (PH, 204)
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This makes Cavell’s views on agreement relevant, in a radical and surprising way, to the analytic debate over realism: and it is maybe the ultimate connection between Austin and Wittgenstein: “The agreement, the harmony, of thought and reality consists in this: if I say falsely that something is red, then, nonetheless, it isn’t red” (PI §429). This intimacy (or harmony, conceived not as correspondence but as intimacy) of words and world is Cavell’s main subject: it is the old topic of adequacy, but reconceived in terms of our adequacy to our words, which are also the terms in which what we say is pertinent or not. Cavell recalled quite precisely the surprise, and the seduction exercised over him and his fellow students in the seminar by what Austin proposed, the extreme relief that it gave in an analytic education in the fifties. Cavell’s work is, as a whole, an attempt to recover the spirit of discovery, but also to recover the spirit of agreement as Austin defines it: Here at last we should be able to unfreeze, to loosen up and get going on agreeing about discoveries, however small, and on agreeing about how to reach agreement. (“A Plea for Excuses,” PP, 183)
This revelation of one’s own pertinence, of the possibility and above all the necessity of making use of who one is, is something that all Cavell’s readers and students owe him, and it this that Cavell not only took up and inherited from Austin but perhaps accomplished more happily. Notes Translated by Anne D. Goodman, with Sandra Laugier and Russell Goodman. The following abbreviations for Cavell’s works are used in this chapter: CR: The Claim of Reason (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1979); IQO: In Quest of the Ordinary (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1988); MWM: Must We Mean What We Say? (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1976; SW: The Senses of Walden (San Francisco: Northpoint Press, 1981); and TOS: Themes Out of School (San Francisco: Northpoint Press, 1984). Other abbreviations are CW: The Collected Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, ed. Robert Spiller et al. (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1971); PI: Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations (New York: Macmillan, 1958); W: Henry David Thoreau, Walden (New York: Random House, 1965); PP: J. L. Austin, Philosophical Papers (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1961); and PH: Stanley Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness: The Hollywood Comedy of Remarriage (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1981). 1. On Frege, see C. Diamond, The Realistic Spirit: Wittgenstein, Philosophy, and the Mind (Cambridge, MA: MIT Press, 1991). 2. Immanuel Kant, Deutsche Akademie de Wissenschaften (Berlin: Walter de Gruyter, 1900), IX.14. 3. Richard Rorty, The Linguistic Turn (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1992), 31.
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Cavell and American Philosophy RUSSELL B. GOODMAN
In the philosophical landscape of most English-speaking philosophers, American philosophy does not exist, certainly not in the way that Greek philosophy or even post-Kantian German philosophy exists: as a tradition of thought important for much of subsequent philosophy, in which certain founding thinkers (Socrates, Plato, Kant, Hegel) set the terms for continuing discussion. The minority of professional philosophers who study or continue “American philosophy” tend to see a distinctive American tradition emerging in the writings of the pragmatists and other professional philosophers of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries: C. S. Peirce, William James, Josiah Royce, George Santayana, G. H. Mead, John Dewey. It is a mark of Stanley Cavell’s originality, if also of his isolation from much of professional philosophy, that he falls into neither of these two camps. For although he seeks to “inherit” an undiscovered tradition of American thought, it is not Peirce, James, and Dewey to whom he attends, but Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau—figures whose status even as philosophers is not secure, and who have been neglected not only by Anglo-American analytic philosophers but for the most part by students of “classical American philosophy.”1 Cavell speaks of the repression of Emerson and Thoreau by American culture generally. Cavell took up Thoreau first, in his 1971 book The Senses of Walden, where he argues that Walden is as much a book about reading and writing as about “nature,” and that its significance can be registered in a philosophical context that includes Heidegger, Kant, and Wittgenstein. His 1979 essay “Thinking of Emerson” marks a turn toward the founding American transcendentalist, who becomes the subject of many of Cavell’s essays in the ‘80s. In such books as In Quest of the Ordinary, This New Yet Unapproachable America, and Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome, Cavell argues that Emerson and Thoreau are concerned with “an intimacy with existence, or intimacy lost” (IQO, 6). In offering their writings as provocations or guides to the recovery of that intimacy, Cavell argues, they serve as “philosophers of direction, orienters, tirelessly prompting us to be on our way, endlessly asking us where we stand, what it is we face” (SW, 141–42). Cavell’s “ordinary language philosophy” of the 1960s emerged from readings of Wittgenstein and Austin, but he learns, in the ’70s and ’80s, to extend the idea
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of ordinary language philosophy to the issues of intimacy discussed by the American transcendentalists: Austin’s and Wittgenstein’s attacks on philosophy, and on skepticism in particular— in appealing to what they call the ordinary or everyday use of words—are counting on some intimacy between language and world that they were never able satisfactorily to give an account of. It was in Emerson and Thoreau that I seemed to find what I could recognize as this space of investigation, in their working out of the problematic of the day, the everyday, the near, the low, the common, in conjunction with what they call speaking of necessaries, and speaking with necessity. (NYUA, 81)
But why is it Emerson and Thoreau, and not other writers, Cavell asks himself, that he is so insistent on inheriting? Other writers also lie in common behind Wittgenstein and Heidegger—the work of Kant itself, and that of Schopenhauer and Kierkegaard, not to mention Spengler.—Yes, but inheriting, by interpreting in some way, the texts of Kant or Schopenhauer or Kierkegaard, not to mention Spengler, will not, so far as I can see, suggest one’s credibility as a present philosophical voice, not for an American writer. Whereas what? Inheriting by interpreting the texts of Emerson and Thoreau will? But you yourself like to say that these writers are repressed by their culture. Then now I am taking precisely that condition to signify their pertinence to the present: I do not, the culture does not, repress the thought of Schopenhauer or Kierkegaard or Spengler; they were simply not part of our formation. (NYUA, 82–83)
Cavell thus sees himself as “an American writer” who both interprets and continues to develop American culture. Nevertheless, he is careful not to think of his project as American in a narrow sense; he seeks something of value to philosophy generally in the American texts: My discovery, or rediscovery for myself, of Emerson and of Thoreau seems to me a kind of hearkening to Emerson’s call to American scholars. When I ask whether we may not see them as part of our inheritance as philosophers, I am suggesting that our foreignness as philosophers to these writers (and it is hard to imagine any writers more foreign to our currently established philosophical sensibility) may itself be a sign of an impoverished idea of philosophy, of a remoteness from philosophy’s origins, from what is native to it, as if a certain constitution of the cosmopolitan might merely consist in a kind of universal provincialism, a worldwide shrinking of the spirit. (SW, 148)
Notice that Cavell does not consider as candidates for his inheritance any American thinker after Emerson and Thoreau. It is this absence that I wish here to consider, especially in view of Cavell’s recent attempts to distinguish Emerson and Wittgenstein from the pragmatists.2 Cavell, of course, has every right to “inherit” the writers of his culture who, as he says, “do me the most good” (NYUA, 83). Yet his inheritance is also offered to us, his readers, as something that helps us to understand the history and presence of philosophical thought in America. In “The Philosopher in American Life,” for example, Cavell questions whether “pragmatism, often cited as the American contribution to world philosophy, was expressive
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of American thought—in the way I felt that thought could be or had been expressed” (IQO, 11). In American Philosophy and the Romantic Tradition, I argue for a deep continuity between the American romanticism of Emerson and Thoreau, and the emerging philosophies—including what they and others call their pragmatism—of James and Dewey. These continuities may be seen, for example, in James’s discussions of an “intimacy” with the world and in his somewhat contrary (and explicitly pragmatic) sense of “the shaping powers of the human mind”; as well as in Dewey’s explicitly romantic idea of “art as experience” and his discussion of the role of “interest” in education. My argument, however, relies explicitly on Cavell’s explorations of romantic philosophy and literature, especially in In Quest of the Ordinary. In the first part of this essay, accordingly, I review and assess Cavell’s criticisms of pragmatism, without forgetting the underlying continuities between the “pragmatists” and the “transcendentalists.” In the second part, I come at Cavell’s relation to James from another direction, through Wittgenstein. There is, I suggest, an American presence in Cavell’s “inheritance” from Wittgenstein, indicated but not exhausted by the references to James in the pages of Wittgenstein’s Brown Book, Philosophical Investigations, and Remarks on the Philosophy of Psychology.
Dewey and James Cavell has read more Dewey than have most American philosophers, and he is capable of appreciating Dewey’s virtues; even, he suggests, of feeling “the thrill of certain moments of Dewey’s philosophy” (IQO, 14). In “Thinking of Emerson,” he refers to Dewey’s “Empirical Survey of Empiricisms” as agreeing with Emerson’s point that “what is wrong with empiricism is not its reliance on experience but its paltry idea of experience” (SW, 126). Ten years later, in his contribution to the Carus Lectures inaugurated by Dewey, Cavell praises Dewey for combating two forms of moralism: the enforcement of morality by immoral means, and the use of the ideals present in one’s culture to distract attention from “otherwise intolerable injustice.” Cavell’s appreciation extends to the five potent works by Dewey which he includes in his selected bibliography: Art as Experience, “Emerson: The Philosopher of Democracy,” Experience and Nature, The Quest for Certainty, and Theory of Valuation. Yet Cavell’s praise for Dewey is the windup to the assertion of fundamental differences: On such an occasion as the Carus lectures, prompting for me old memories, I remember, when first beginning to read what other people called philosophy, my growing feeling about Dewey’s work, as I went through what seemed countless of his books, that Dewey was remembering something philosophy should mostly be, but that the world he was responding to missed the worlds I seemed to live in, missing the heights of modernism in the arts, the depths of psychoanalytic discovery, the ravages of the century’s politics, the wild intelligence of American popular culture. Above all, missing the question, and the irony in philosophy’s questioning, whether philosophy, however reconstructed, was any longer possible, and necessary, in this world. (CHU, 13)
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Cavell concedes that Dewey, like Emerson, is some sort of “perfectionist,” but not an Emersonian one: For Dewey, . . . the relation between science and technology is unproblematic, even definitive, whereas for Emerson the power manifested in technology and its attendant concepts of intelligence and power and change and improvement are in context with the work, and the concept of the work, of realizing the world each human is empowered to think. For an Emersonian, the Deweyan is apt to seem an enlightened child, toying with the means of destruction, stinting the means of instruction, of provoking the self to work; for the Deweyan the Emersonian is apt to look, at best, like a Deweyan. (CHU 15–16)
Cavell’s statement in a roughly contemporaneous essay relates the idea of the enlightened child to the idea of the Enlightenment: Dewey assumes that science shows what intelligence is and that what intelligent practice is pretty much follows from that; the mission of philosophy is to get the Enlightenment to happen. For Emerson the mission is rather, or as much, to awaken us to why it is happening as it is, negatively not affirmatively.”3
A decade later, Cavell returns to these criticisms in a paper originally delivered at a conference on pragmatism in New York City, entitled “What’s the Use of Calling Emerson a Pragmatist?” How, he asks, do pragmatist texts work on their readers? It has been said that pragmatists wish their writing, like all good writing, to work— that is, to make a difference. But does writing (or art more generally) work in the ways that logic or technology work; and do any of these work in the way social organization works? . . . Freud speaks of mourning as work, something Emerson quite explicitly declares it to be. . . . Does the writing of Dewey or James help us understand this idea of work?4
The work Cavell has in mind is the work of the self’s transformation, which is at the same time the achievement of a renewed relation to the world. In “Mourning and Melancholia,” one of Cavell’s sources for his discussions of mourning, Freud writes of “the inhibition and loss of interest” that characterize mourning and describes “the work of mourning” as detaching libido from a loved but no longer present object. “[W]hen the work of mourning is completed,” Freud writes, “the ego becomes free and uninhibited again.”5 Cavell understands this freedom epistemologically, as a way of gaining objectivity. Emerson, he asserts, “finds a work of what he understands as mourning to be the path to human objectivity with the world, to separating the world from ourselves, from our private interests in it” (WU, 73). To Cavell’s question whether “Dewey or James help us understand such work,” I would say yes—in the case of James, at least. For the chapters of Varieties of Religious Experience entitled “The Divided Self and the Process of Its Unification” and “Conversion” are centrally concerned with the self’s suffering and return from “melancholy”—often through a process not of willful overcoming but of “yielding.”6 James writes in “Conversion,” for example, of “the throwing of our con-
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scious selves upon the mercy of powers which, whatever they may be, are more ideal than we are actually, and make for our redemption.”7 Varieties is a veritable catalogue of ways in which such generalized attitudes as melancholy are entangled with our apprehension of the world. James characterizes “melancholiacs” as living in a world that “looks strange, sinister, uncanny”;8 and he finds that the conversion experience includes a “sense of newness,” “an objective change which the world often appears to undergo.”9 James affirms the continuity of these states with the ordinary experience of humankind: The normal process of life contains moments as bad as any of those which insane melancholy is filled with, moments in which radical evil gets its innings and takes its solid turn. The lunatic’s visions of horror are all drawn from the material of daily fact.10
Yet also: [A]part from anything acutely religious, we all have moments when the universal life seems to wrap us round with friendliness. In youth and health, in summer, in the woods or on the mountains, there come days when the weather seems all whispering with peace, hours when the goodness and beauty of existence enfold us like a dry warm climate, or chime through us as if our inner ears were subtly ringing with the world’s security.11
James’s idea of “powers more ideal than we are actually” places him within what Cavell calls the tradition of “moral perfectionism.” This would not exactly be news to Cavell, who lists Varieties of Religious Experience as a perfectionist work in Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome (CHU, 5) and dispenses his own wonderful observation about James’s writing in “What’s the Use”: William James characteristically philosophizes off of the language of the street, which he respects and wishes to preserve, or to satisfy by clarifying the desire it expresses. This mode of philosophizing seems to me quite uncharacteristic of Dewey. In Dewey’s writing, the speech of others, whose ideas Dewey wishes to correct, or rather to replace, especially the speech of children, hardly appears. (WU, 75)
High praise of James indeed, and a searching criticism of Dewey, or of Dewey’s writing. For Cavell’s criticism is consistent with the recognition that the childoriented education Dewey advocates in such revolutionary essays as “Interest in Relation to the Training of the Will” and practiced in the Laboratory School at the University of Chicago did encourage the speech of children. It is something about Dewey’s writing and indeed of James’s as well that Cavell has in mind when he distinguishes the work of the Emersonian essay from theirs. A few lines after his tribute to James, Cavell continues: “Emerson retains stretches of the vocabulary of philosophy but divests it of its old claims to mastery. This is why his writing is difficult in a way no other American philosopher’s (save Thoreau’s) has been, certainly not that of James or Dewey” (WU, 75). What is the nature of this difficulty? Cavell’s phrase “divesting traditional philosophical terms of their mastery” seems a reasonable description, not only of Emerson but to some extent of James, and certainly of Dewey, who is deeply and explicitly critical of the Western metaphysical/epistemological tradition.12 Is the criticism, then, that
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Dewey divests old terms like “knowledge” and “truth” of their authority, only to replace them with a new set of pragmatist terms formulaically applied (“transaction,” “inquiry,” “experience,” “intelligence,” “democracy”)? James seems harder to characterize as suffering from such a problem, for he sees and operates with words as things to set “at work within the stream of your experience . . . less a solution than a program for more work” (P, 32). About James if not about Dewey, it seems appropriate to say what Emerson said of the scholar: that his “words are loaded with life.”13 In James’s writing we meet not only humanity but a human character or narrator, a friendly and engaging tour guide to the phenomena, who arranges and displays in vast tableaux the experiences of Tolstoy, Jonathan Edwards, and Saint Teresa. If the guide all but confesses that he too exists among the “sick souls” he describes, and even surreptitiously narrates a horrifying experience of his own, he still keeps his distance both from the audience and from the various experiences he describes. In these texts, James stands on the podium, as he did when delivering the lectures from which most of his published work derives. In Emerson’s essays (and in the Philosophical Investigations) there is, I would like to say, no podium. The writer and his readers are somewhere together, working with a common set of situations, temptations, ideals, glancing or steady insights. Readers of these works find, as Emerson puts it in “Self-Reliance,” their “own rejected thoughts” returning “with a certain alienated majesty” (CW, 2: 27). But of course it is not just rejected thoughts that one finds in reading these works. In our best readings of Emerson’s best writing, we find neither a lecturer nor a tour guide, but the words of a wise companion and co-discoverer, who lives where we commonly aspire to be. I shall return to this issue of writing in a moment, but I want first to consider another main line of Cavell’s critique of pragmatism. This concerns pragmatism’s allegiance to science and scientific methods. C. S. Peirce, for example, defended the methods of science as superior to those of rationalistic philosophy in such classic essays as “How to Make Our Ideas Clear” and “The Fixation of Belief”;14 James took his degree in medicine and founded one of the first American psychology laboratories; and Dewey joined the others in advocating scientific methods in philosophy.15 Cavell finds Dewey’s position expressed in the following quotation from Experience and Education: “Scientific method is the only authentic means at our command for getting at the significance of our everyday experiences of the world in which we live” (WU, 73). Clearly this quotation reflects a strain in Dewey—as also in James. Richard Rorty calls it the “‘let’s bring the scientific method to bear throughout culture’ side” of pragmatism—as distinguished from the “‘let’s recognize a pre-existent continuity between science, art, politics, and religion side.’”16 Yet even in the comparatively minor work from which this sentence is taken, Dewey is quite clear that “science” is to be understood in a wide sense. For on the same page as the sentence Cavell quotes, Dewey states: “I am aware that the emphasis I have placed upon scientific method may be misleading, for it may result only in calling up the special technique of laboratory research as that is conducted by specialists.” Dewey means
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by “science” the ability to learn from and control one’s experience, something relevant not only to “the adult scientist” but to “a person six years old.”17 The basic procedure of science, as Dewey sees it, is “the formation of ideas, acting upon ideas, observation of the conditions which result, and organization of facts and ideas for future use.” This is something, it seems to me, that one may do in many domains, including the reading and writing which are Cavell’s special concern. Emerson’s procedure in setting down his ideas in his journal, working them over for incorporation into his essays, often with the help of elaborate indices, seems a reasonable example of “organizing ideas for future use.” And is not an Emersonian essay for us, its readers, a presentation of ideas to which we find it useful to return? A reader of Emerson’s texts may experiment with “Self-Reliance” or the “Divinity School Address,” as with a Beethoven symphony. Those texts, works, or recordings that work for you are those to which it is worth your while to return. If Dewey sometimes expresses the “‘let’s bring the scientific method to bear throughout culture’ side” of pragmatism, it is important to remember that he also expresses the “‘let’s recognize a pre-existent continuity between science, art, politics, and religion side.’” In the chapter “Experience, Nature, and Art” in Experience and Nature, for example, Dewey observes that “modern thinking . . . feels under no obligation to present a theory of natural existence that links art with nature; on the contrary, it usually holds that science or knowledge is the only authentic expression of nature, in which case art must be an arbitrary addition to nature” (EN, 355). But this is a way of thinking Dewey wishes to counter. Science and art are better conceived, Dewey maintains, as part of a whole matrix of thought and activity in which the scientific is subordinated to the aesthetic: “[A]rt—the mode of activity that is charged with meanings capable of immediately enjoyed possession—is the complete culmination of nature, and . . . “science” is properly a handmaiden that conducts natural events to this happy issue” (EN, 358). Dewey recalls this passage in Art as Experience (AE, 26), where he makes clear that one of his grounds for asserting the inferiority of “science” to “art” is the concreteness of the latter and the abstraction of the former: Science states meanings; art expresses them. . . . The instance of a signboard may help. It directs one’s course to a place, say a city. It does not in any way supply experience of that city even in a vicarious way. What it does do is to set forth some of the conditions that must be fulfilled in order to procure that experience. . . . “Science” signifies just that mode of statement that is most helpful as direction. . . . Such, however, is the newness of scientific statement and its present prestige (due ultimately to its directive efficacy) that scientific statement is often thought to possess more than a signboard function and to disclose or be “expressive” of the inner nature of things. If it did, it would come into competition with art, and we should have to take sides and decide which of the two promulgates the more genuine revelation. (AE, 85)
One might well quarrel with Dewey’s refusal to allot to science the ontological or objective role of disclosing or expressing the “inner nature of things,” and for the crudeness of the distinction between expression and “statement” on which this refusal rests. Yet, for our purposes in assessing Cavell’s claims about pragmatism, we should note that Dewey here expresses a view about the relation of science and art that he seems to have forgotten when he published the sentence Cavell quotes
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from Experience and Education. Although nothing I have said counters Cavell’s complaints about the naivete´ or unfriendliness of Dewey’s texts, or about the distance between what they call for and the work of the Emersonian essay, doctrinally at least, Dewey seems close in many ways to Emerson and Cavell—certainly worlds closer than a “let’s make everything scientific” pragmatist like Sidney Hook.18 Yet Cavell’s line of criticism still invites the question whether Dewey’s conception of art as the culmination and expression of nature—and James’s understanding of himself as a student of nature—ignores or obscures the work of the Emersonian essay. In order to consider this question, I want to first distinguish two senses of such key Emersonian terms as “experiment” and “the future.” The distinction runs parallel to that made by Wittgenstein in the Tractatus when he writes: “If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.”19 Wittgenstein distinguishes two senses of “eternity” or “eternal life”—”infinite temporal duration” and living in the present. Similarly, we can distinguish two senses of “experiment”: one that is validated in the future, through a series of confirmations; another validated not in the future but in the present. Analogous remarks apply to “future” itself. The future is standardly thought of as a series of events later than now. But Cavell, following Emerson, draws on a sense of future not as a later event or set of events but as an altered relation to the present—like Wittgenstein’s second sense of eternity. Cavell’s sense of the Emersonian essay is of something working in this eternal present. He takes pragmatism, in contrast, to be predominantly concerned with work toward the future as later, the future successive: Emerson’s writing . . . is a wager, not exactly of itself as the necessary intellectual preparation for a better future, but rather of itself as a present step into that future, two by two. It cannot be entered alone. . . . Emerson writes in “Self-Reliance”: “But do your work, and I shall know you.” Your work now, in reading him, is the reading of his page, and allowing yourself to be changed by it. I have, accordingly, wished to place Emerson’s writing in a tradition of perfectionist writing that extends in the West from Plato to Nietzsche, Ibsen, Kierkegaard, Wilde, Shaw, Heidegger, and Wittgenstein. . . . To repress Emerson’s difference is to deny that America is as transcendentalist as it is pragmatist. (WU, 79)
Cavell describes the work of the Emersonian essay, and the position of the Emersonian persona, in terms of a “present step into that future” that “cannot be entered alone.” This is the future also described in “Experience”—and in the title of one of Cavell’s books—as a “new yet unapproachable America.” It is new because it has never happened before, unapproachable because we are already there. Although Dewey knows about such places of arrival, he does not create or provoke them in his writing. He speaks of, but not from, the Emersonian “present future.” Consider, for example, these passages from Art as Experience (1936), the late, great work in which Dewey appears at his most romantic: What Coleridge said of the reader of poetry is true in its way of all who are happily absorbed in their activities of mind and body: “The reader should be carried forward
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not merely or chiefly by the mechanical impulse of curiosity, not by a restless desire to arrive at the final solution, but by the pleasurable activity of the journey itself.”20 To the being fully alive, the future is not ominous but a promise; it surrounds the present as a halo. It consists of possibilities that are felt as a possession of what is now and here. In life that is truly life, everything overlaps and merges. But all too often we exist in apprehensions of what the future may bring, and are divided within ourselves.21
The “future” that “surrounds the present as a halo” in the experience of the “being fully alive” is the Deweyan counterpart of Cavell’s “present step into the future,” and Emerson’s “Ideal that is always journeying with us” (CW, 3: 41). But Dewey does not understand that future as entered “two by two”; and however powerful and thrilling his writing can be in such passages, however much it beckons toward that future, it still considers that future from the outside. Is this to say that Dewey is not a poet? Is Cavell’s criticism based on an agreement with Wittgenstein that “philosophy ought only to be written as a poetic composition”?22 I thus have no desire to repress the Emersonian difference; and I freely, even gratefully, concede the difference between reading a work like “Self-Reliance”— the words of which, as Cavell says in another context, have the power to “divide you through”23 —and reading most of Dewey. It is to Emerson and not to Dewey that I return for the “pleasurable activity of the journey itself.” And I know that the problem of reading Dewey, of the difficulty, denseness, and unfriendliness of his texts, will always be an issue in considering him, just as it will always be an issue with Emerson whether he is a (systematic?) philosopher, and whether he has a sense of tragedy. In different ways, it is just as easy to condescend to Dewey as it is to condescend to Emerson. As one corrective to this condescension, I find it helpful to remember Bertrand Russell’s reaction after meeting Dewey, in one of his wonderfully observant letters to Lady Ottoline Morrell: “To my surprise, I liked him very much. He has a large slow-moving mind, very empirical and candid, with something of the impassivity and impartiality of a natural force.”24 One finds this force in his prose, which, in its “impartial” way manages to avoid or evade (to use Cornel West’s useful verb) traditional philosophical distinctions between self and world, reception and action, the aesthetic and the theoretical and the scientific. I am reminded of Dewey’s power when I teach his works and see how he attracts certain students; or when I hear the occasional paper on Dewey, quoting some remarkable lines, which lead me to ask myself, “Did Dewey really write that?” Yes he did. Emerson’s importance for Dewey’s philosophy by itself raises the question of Emerson’s relation to pragmatism, and such a consideration casts light, as I argue in American Philosophy and the Romantic Tradition, both on Dewey and on Emerson: for example, on the importance Emerson attaches to practice or action, and to the shaping powers of the human mind. In “The American Scholar,” Emerson states: “The preamble of thought, the transition through which it passes from the unconscious to the conscious, is action. Only so much do I know, as I have lived.”25 Action, that is to say, is not just the result or the test of thought, but essential to
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its very development. Consider in this light Emerson’s assertion of the great person’s power to shape history and culture: Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his design;—and posterity seems to follow his steps as a train of clients. A man Caesar is born, and for ages after, we have a Roman Empire. . . . An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man; as . . . the Reformation, of Luther; Quakerism, of Fox; Methodism, of Wesley. (CW, 2:35)
If Emerson writes of a new yet unapproachable American future into which we may step at any time, he also has a sense of the future as playing itself out over time, shaped by the power of representative men and women. There is also a “pragmatic” turn in such middle-period essays as “Experience” and “Montaigne.” Emerson no longer speaks, as he had in Nature, of making the “axis of vision . . . coincident with the axis of things,”26 but of managing or coping with the flux of our experience, and of a “philosophy . . . of fluxions and mobility”(CW 4:91). In “Experience,” he portrays a life of shifting moods, where “Everything good is on the highway” (CW, 3:36). The highway itself, however, rests on no firm ground: “We live amid surfaces, and the true art of life is to skate well on them” (CW, 3:35). Such a highway would have offered no impediment to William James, who thinks of truth as a process of guiding us from one experience to another: Any idea upon which we can ride, so to speak; any idea that will carry us prosperously from any one part of our experience to any other part, linking things satisfactorily, working securely, simplifying, saving labor; is true for just so much, true in so far forth, true instrumentally. (P, 34)
I do not say that Emerson offers us a pragmatic theory of truth—he does not even mention truth in his sentence about skating—but only wish to suggest that he lives at least part of his life in a recognizably pragmatic world, a world of transitions, negotiated by what is often a “muscular” or “sturdy” (CW, 3:34, 35), but at other times a “great and crescive self” (CW, 3:44).
James, Wittgenstein, Cavell Despite some admiring remarks about James, and the inclusion of The Varieties of Religious Experience in a list of works of moral perfectionism, Cavell distinguishes his Emersonian inheritance from the pragmatism of James. I want now to consider James’s relation to Cavell’s philosophical inheritance, not via Emerson, but through James’s presence in the life and thought of Ludwig Wittgenstein. In the first year of his study at Cambridge, Wittgenstein wrote Bertrand Russell as follows: Whenever I have time now I read James’s Varieties of Religious Experience. This book does me a lot of good. I don’t mean to say that I will be a saint soon, but I am not sure that it does not improve me a little in a way in which I would like to improve very much; namely I think that it helps me to get rid of the Sorge (in the sense in which Goethe used the word in the 2nd part of Faust).27
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Seventeen years later, Wittgenstein still thought enough of Varieties to recommend it to an undergraduate friend, Maurice Drury. “A book you should read,” Wittgenstein told Drury, “is William James’s Varieties of Religious Experience; that was a book that helped me a lot at one time.” Drury replies: “Oh yes, I have read that. I always enjoy reading anything of William James. He is such a human person.” To which Wittgenstein responds: “That is what makes him a good philosopher; he was a real human being.”28 Another book by James was at least equally important for Wittgenstein. This is The Principles of Psychology (1890), to which Wittgenstein refers in his notebooks as early as 1932 and as late as 1950.29 This thousand-page masterpiece is the subject of all the references to James in the Philosophical Investigations—which for Cavell is the definitive Wittgensteinian text. If, as Cavell has written, the Investigations offers a picture of “our times,” our culture,30 consider James’s prominence in that picture. In the Investigations Wittgenstein mentions seventeen people, among them Beethoven, Schubert, Goethe, Ko¨hler, and Faraday. Five others are mentioned twice—Lewis Carroll, Moses, Frank Ramsey, Bertrand Russell, and Socrates. Of the three remaining, Gottlob Frege and William James are mentioned four times, and only Augustine exceeds them with five citations. Three of the four citations of James occur in part 1 of the Investigations, completed before the Second World War. The single citation of James in part 2 is the mark of a continuing interest in James, which—judging by the typescripts on which it is based (Remarks on the Philosophy of Psychology)—was perhaps at its most intense after the war. In these postwar typescripts, Wittgenstein mentions James more than any other writer. Whereas Wittgenstein has nothing but praise for the James of Varieties, his remarks about James’s Psychology are usually critical. Yet he also learns from James, as is indicated by a passage from an early version of the Investigations, Eine Philosophische Betrachtung (1936): This absence of the will act, as I shall now call it, was noticed by William James, and he describes the act of getting up in the morning, for example, as follows: he is lying in bed and reflecting whether it is time to get up—and all of a sudden he finds himself getting up.”31
Wittgenstein is referring to the following passage from James’s chapter on “Will” in The Principles of Psychology: We know what it is to get out of bed on a freezing morning in a room without a fire, and how the very vital principle within us protests against the ordeal. Probably most persons have lain on certain mornings for an hour at a time unable to brace themselves to the resolve. We think how late we shall be, how the duties of the day will suffer; we say, “I must get up, this is ignominious,” etc., but still the warm couch feels too delicious, the cold outside too cruel, and resolution faints away and postpones itself again and again just as it seemed on the verge of bursting the resistance and passing over into the decisive act. Now how do we ever get up under such circumstances? If I may generalize from my own experience, we more often than not get up without any struggle or decision at all. We suddenly find that we have got up. (PP, 1132)
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This case shows that Wittgenstein was thinking along with James as well as against him in the mid-thirties. James had written that his case of getting out of bed “seems to me to contain in miniature form the data for an entire psychology of volition,” a remark that both points to the considerable reach of his claim and suggests Wittgenstein’s substantial achievements in developing a philosophy of psychology that takes this point into proper account. In The Brown Book, Wittgenstein refers to James as holding the mistaken view that a particular experience corresponds to words like “or” and not,”32 but he also utilizes James’s getting out of bed case—without, however, naming James: [I]t has been said that when a man, say, gets out of bed in the morning, all that happens may be this: he deliberates, “Is it time to get up?”, he tries to make up his mind, and then suddenly he finds himself getting up. Describing it this way emphasizes the absence of an act of volition.”33
In the Investigations, all reference to James on this point drops out, although James’s lesson about the absence of the act of volition does not. There are many other places in the Investigations where James is not mentioned but where his influence can be traced.34 The upshot for Cavell is that there is an American philosophical presence in Wittgenstein, and so, I wish to suggest—given the pervasiveness of that presence—in Cavell’s inheritance of Wittgenstein. I do not think that the lessons Wittgenstein takes from James are all usefully described as “pragmatic,” however.35 And it was not James’s Pragmatism that Wittgenstein found so compelling, but Varieties and The Principles of Psychology. Yet—this shows how complex a proper account of “pragmatism” in James has to be—there are recognizably pragmatic themes throughout The Principles of Psychology, the book Wittgenstein read and reread over the last twenty years of his life. To take just one example, James portrays the human subject as a sculptor of experience,36 whose intellect is built up of practical interests. . . . The germinal question concerning things brought for the first time before consciousness is not the theoretic “What is that?” but the practical “Who goes there?” or rather, as Horwicz has admirably put it, “What is to be done?”—”Was fang’ ich an?” . . . In all our discussions about the intelligence of lower animals the only test we use is that of their acting as if for a purpose.” (PP, 941)
This passage chimes both with what James was later to call “pragmatism,” and with the later Wittgenstein, who considered as a motto for the Investigations a line from Goethe’s Faust: “In the beginning was the deed.”37 If Wittgenstein’s engagement with James raises the question of his relation to pragmatism, that question arises on another front: Wittgenstein’s own writing. In On Certainty, for example, he writes: “So I am trying to say something that sounds like pragmatism. Here I am being thwarted by a kind of Weltanschauung” (OC, 422).38 And in a less well known passage from Remarks on the Philosophy of Psychology, he asks himself: “But you aren’t a pragmatist?” and immediately an-
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swers “No.”39 Cavell quotes the first of these remarks in “What’s the Use,” noting that the similarity is “not welcome but burdensome to Wittgenstein” (WU, 76); and he tries to lessen the burden, as it were, by pointing out that skepticism is a pervading issue in Wittgenstein’s but not in the pragmatists’ texts. Cavell also recalls a remark he had made almost thirty years before in “Must We Mean What We Say?” Wittgenstein’s role in combating the idea of privacy . . . and in emphasizing the functions and contexts of language, scarcely needs to be mentioned. It might be worth pointing out that these teachings are fundamental to American pragmatism; but then we must keep in mind how different their arguments sound, and admit that in philosophy it is the sound which makes all the difference. (WU, 73)
Yet, there seems to be a clash between Wittgenstein’s remark that he is saying something that “sounds like pragmatism” and Cavell’s report about “how different their arguments sound.” Perhaps the arguments Cavell points to as sounding different from pragmatism are not those of On Certainty, where the form of pragmatism at issue is the epistemological position James calls “humanism,” but arguments embedded in the dialectic of the Investigations, where issues of meaning, mind, and the nature of philosophy prevail. All the more important, then, that Wittgenstein’s question in Remarks on the Philosophy of Psychology occurs in a context where he is discussing such main topics of the Investigations as understanding and meaning. The paragraph preceding this question is worth quoting in full, for it introduces yet another subject into the pragmatic-sounding mix: religion. How about religion’s teaching that the soul can exist when the body has disintegrated? Do I understand what it teaches? Of course I understand it—I can imagine a lot here. (Pictures of these things have been painted too. And why should such a picture be only the incomplete reproduction of the spoken thought?40 Why should it not perform the same service as what we say? And this service is the point). (RPP, 265) But you aren’t a pragmatist? No. For I am not saying that a proposition is true if it is useful. (RPP, 266)
Wittgenstein is here concerned with meaning, use, “service,” not—as in On Certainty—with knowledge. But his reason for denying that he is a pragmatist invokes yet a third meaning of “pragmatism”: as a theory of truth. So Wittgenstein’s argument that he is not a pragmatist because he does not hold a pragmatist theory of truth fails to show that he is not a pragmatist in some other sense. In any case, the conjunction of a question about pragmatism with remarks about religion suggests the relevance of the greatest book on pragmatism and religion ever written, which also happens to be the only explicitly pragmatist book we know Wittgenstein to have read: James’s Varieties of Religious Experience. In Varieties, James defends the significance—as distinct from the truth—of religious language, based on the fact that it is “used.” “God is not known,” he quotes J. H. Leuba as writing. “[H]e is used.”41
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It would be a mistake to try to understand James’s multiple influences on Wittgenstein all under the pragmatist rubric. It would equally be a mistake to deny Cavell’s claim that the pragmatists and Wittgenstein sound different, and that this difference in sound—James might say “temperament”—is philosophically important. I believe that Cavell is right in suggesting that part of this difference in sound can be accounted for by the way skepticism is at issue in Wittgenstein’s texts and not in the major texts of pragmatism—where skepticism is sidestepped or avoided rather than insinuated and confronted; and right, too, in suggesting that part of the difference lies in the confessional or provocative, “two-by-two” mode of the Emersonian essay and the Wittgensteinian investigation. I will conclude by suggesting another source for this difference in sound: Wittgenstein’s conservatism,42 as contrasted with the pragmatists’ characteristic liberalism. Wittgenstein once wrote: It is all one to me whether or not the typical western scientist understands or appreciates my work, since he will not in any case understand the spirit in which I write. Our civilization is characterized by the word “progress.” Progress is its form rather than making progress being one of its features. Typically it constructs. It is occupied with building an ever more complicated structure. And even clarity is sought only as a means to this end, not as an end in itself. For me on the contrary clarity, perspicuity are valuable in themselves. . . . Each of the sentences I write is trying to say the whole thing, i.e., the same thing over and over again; it is as though they were all simply views of one object seen from different angles. (CV, 6–7)
Listen now to the difference in sound in a passage winding up Pragmatism’s chapter “Pragmatism and Religion”: I find myself willing to take the universe to be really dangerous and adventurous, without therefore backing out and crying “no play.” . . . I am willing that there should be real losses and real gains, and no total preservation of all that is. I can believe in the ideal as an ultimate, not as an origin, and as an extract, not the whole. . . . The way of escape from evil on this system is not by getting it “aufgehoben,” or preserved in the whole as an element essential but “overcome.” It is by dropping it out altogether, throwing it overboard and getting beyond it, helping to make a universe that shall forget its very place and name. (P, 142)
James clearly hopes to get somewhere, not return to the same place.43 He pursues an ideal which is “an ultimate, not . . . an origin.” If you follow “the pragmatic method,” he writes, you cannot rest with any such traditional explanatory terms as “God,” “Matter,” “Reason,” but must instead bring out of each word its practical cash-value, set it at work within the stream of your experience. It appears less as a solution, then, than as a program for more work, and more particularly as an indication of the ways in which existing realities may be changed. Theories thus become instruments, not answers to enigmas, in which we can rest. We don’t lie back upon them, we move forward, and, on occasion, make nature over
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by their aid. Pragmatism unstiffens all our theories, limbers them up, and sets each one at work. (P, 31–32)
Here is the James whose pragmatism calls for “results” and actions; the pragmatism Russell found to embrace an “appeal to force.”44 Here is a pragmatism that does not sound like Wittgenstein. Yet it would be a mistake to unambiguously associate James and his pragmatism with “the Bismarckian belief in force,” as Russell did,45 and equally wrong to see Wittgenstein as an unmitigated conservative. Consider what James says about the moral and epistemological limitations of what he calls “the athletic attitude” (VRE, 49). Religious experience includes periods of weakness and breakdown, but, James insists, [O]ur very infirmities help us unexpectedly. In the psychopathic temperament we have the emotionality which is the sine quaˆ non of moral perception; . . . What, then, is more natural than that this temperament should introduce one to regions of religious truth, to corners of the universe, which your robust Philistine type of nervous system, forever offering its biceps to be felt, thumping its breast, and thanking Heaven that it hasn’t a single morbid fibre in its composition, would be sure to hide forever from its self-satisfied possessors? If there were such a thing as inspiration from a higher realm, it might well be that the neurotic temperament would furnish the chief condition of the requisite receptivity. (VRE, 30–31)
Far from embracing the aggressive, dominating, “hearty” approach to the universe featured in standard caricatures of pragmatism, James gives equal credit to “receptivity.” There is, as Richard Poirier states, a tension in James “between his promotions, compounded by self-advertisement, of will and action, and the more insinuated privilege he gives, as early as Principles of Psychology, to receptivity and to an Emersonian abandonment of acquired selfhood.”46 Returning to Wittgenstein, notice that he distinguishes the current culture’s use of “the word ‘progress’” from really “making progress.” Consider also the features of his philosophy that lead Cavell to see it as within the tradition of “moral perfectionism” in the West—a tradition that includes not only Plato, Emerson, and Wittgenstein but James’s Varieties of Religious Experience and Dewey’s Experience and Nature.47 Central to this tradition is a “journey of ascent,” if only one as humble as a fly leaving a fly-bottle. When he is thinking of Emerson along with Wittgenstein, as he often does, Cavell sees Wittgenstein as “taking the open road,” hardly a conservative lifestyle: What seems to me evident is that Emerson’s finding of founding as finding, say the transfiguration of philosophical grounding as lasting, could not have presented itself as a stable philosophical proposal before the configuration of philosophy established by the work of the later Heidegger and the later Wittgenstein, call this the establishing of thinking as knowing how to go on, being on the way, onward and onward. At each step, or level, explanation comes to an end; there is no level at which all explanations come, at which all end. An American might see this as taking the open road. The philosopher as the hobo of thought.48
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To the degree to which we see Wittgenstein as conducting or establishing “thinking as knowing how to go on,” we see progression, not simply reversion, something that accords both with pragmatic fallibilism and with pragmatism’s orientation toward the future. If Wittgenstein takes “the open road,” may he not travel some way with the pragmatists? Notes I am grateful to Steven Affeldt for his substantial commentary on an earlier version of this essay. 1. John McDermott is an important exception, for he recognizes how large a figure in the American landscape Emerson is, and how large he looms for a figure like Dewey. Elizabeth Flower and Murray Murphy’s A History of Philosophy in America (New York: Putnam, 1977) represents the standard view of Emerson as not in the main line of development of professional philosophy. See also Cavell’s comments on Bruce Kuklick’s The Rise of American Philosophy (New Haven: Yale University Press) in “The Philosopher in American Life,” in In Quest of the Ordinary (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1988), 13–14. 2. Cavell is presumably responding to such works as Hilary Putnam, The Many Faces of Realism (La Salle, IL: Open Court, 1987); Richard Rorty, Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1989); Richard Poirier, Poetry and Pragmatism (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1992); and Cornel West, The American Evasion of Philosophy: A Genealogy of Pragmatism (Madison: University of Wisconsin Press, 1989). 3. Stanley Cavell, This New Yet Unapproachable America: Lectures after Emerson after Wittgenstein (Albuquerque, NM: Living Batch, 1989), 95. 4. Stanley Cavell, “What’s the Use of Calling Emerson a Pragmatist?” in Morris Dickstein, ed., The Revival of Pragmatism: New Essays on Social Thought, Law, and Culture (Durham, NC, and London: Duke University Press, 1998), 73. 5. The Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud, vol. 14, 245. 6. “Yielding,” in William James, Writings 1902–1910 (Library of America), 195; “sense of higher control,” 224; “melancholy” throughout, e.g., 152. 7. William James, Varieties of Religious Experience (in Writings 1902–1910); hereafter VRE), 195–96. 8. VRE, 142. 9. VRE, 228, 229 10. VRE, 152. 11. VRE, 252. 12. This is also true of James. See, for example, Bruce Wilshire, William James and Phenomenology: A Study of “The Principles of Psychology” (New York: AMS, 1979); James Edie, William James and Phenomenology (Indianapolis: Indiana University Press, 1987). See Nicholas Gier, Wittgenstein and Phenomenology (Albany, NY: State University of New York Press, 1981). 13. Selected Essays of Ralph Waldo Emerson, ed. Larzer Ziff (New York: Penguin, 1982), 92. 14. See The Essential Peirce, vol. 1, ed. Nathan Houser and Christian Kloesel (Indianapolis: Indiana University Press, 1992).
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15. The differences among them are considerable, however. See Richard Gale, The Divided Self of William James (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1999). 16. Richard Rorty, “Objectivity, Relativism, and Truth,” in Objectivity, Relativism, and Truth, Philosophical Papers, vol. 1 (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1991), 64. 17. John Dewey, Experience and Education (New York: Macmillan, 1952), 112. 18. Rorty’s target in “Objectivity, Relativism, and Truth.” 19. Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus 6.4311. 20. John Dewey, Art as Experience (New York: Minton, Balch, 1934), 5; hereafter AE. 21. AE, 18. 22. Ludwig Wittgenstein, Culture and Value, ed. G. H. Von Wright, trans. Peter Winch (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1980), 24. 23. Stanley Cavell, The Senses of Walden (San Francisco: Northpoint, 1981), 12. 24. The Selected Letters of Bertrand Russell, vol. 1, ed. Nicholas Griffin (Boston, New York, London: Houghton Mifflin, 1992), 499. 25. Ziff 91–92. Cited in my Pragmatism: A Contemporary Reader, p. 22. 26. Ziff, 79. 27. Ludwig Wittgenstein, Cambridge Letters, ed. Brian McGuinness and G. H. von Wright (Oxford: Blackwell, 1995). 28. M. O’C. Drury, “Conversations with Wittgenstein,” in Ludwig Wittgenstein: Personal Recollections, ed. Rush Rhees (Totowa, NJ: Rowman and Littlefield, 1981), 120–21. 29. The earliest citation of James in the Oxford edition of Wittgenstein’s Nachlass is dated 1 January, 1932 and occurs in the “Big Typescript” (Manuscript 213, 42 r). 30. Stanley Cavell, “Declining Decline: Wittgenstein as a Philosopher of Culture,” in This New Yet Unapproachable America, 29–75. 31. Eine Philosophische Betrachtung, ed. R. Rhees, in L. Wittgenstein, Schriften, 5 (Frankfort on Main: Suhrkamp, 1970), 234. 32. Ludwig Wittgenstein, The Blue and Brown Books: Preliminary Studies for the Philosophical Investigations (Oxford: Blackwell, 1964), 78–79. 33. Ibid., 151. 34. And there is a broad confluence in both writers’ attempts to keep something ordinary, common, or concrete away from the falsifying clutches of theory. See my Wittgenstein and William James (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2002). 35. See the discussion in Wittgenstein and William James. 36. PP, 277. Another relevant passage: “[T]he states of consent and belief, characterized by repose on the purely intellectual side, are both intimately connected with subsequent practical activity” (PP, 914). Cf. PP, 940–41. 37. Ray Monk, Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius (New York: The Free Press, 1990), 579. 38. Ludwig Wittgenstein, On Certainty, ed. G. E. M. Anscombe and G. H. von Wright, trans. Denis Paul and G. E. M. Anscombe (Oxford: Basil Blackwell, 1969). References to this work are incorporated in the text as OC, followed by a paragraph number. 39. Ludwig Wittgenstein, Remarks on the Philosophy of Psychology, vol. 1, para. 266; hereafter RPP. 40. In the Investigations, p. 178, Anscombe translates the relevant word, “Gedanken,” as “doctrine,” but the sentences in which this word appears are identical in the two works. 41. VRE, 453. Wittgenstein mentions James in Remarks on the Philosophy of Psychology nine times—more than any other writer—but it is the James of The Principles of Psychology who is so named, not the James of Varieties. 42. See, for example, Robert Westbrook, John Dewey and American Democracy (Ith-
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aca: Cornell University Press, 1991), and J. C. Nyı´ri, “Wittgenstein’s Later Work in Relation to Conservatism,” in Brian McGuinness, ed., Wittgenstein and His Times (Oxford: Blackwell, 1982), 44–68. 43. He seems close here to the Emerson of “abandonment” and “no past at my back.” 44. Collected Works of Bertrand Russell, vol. 6, 283. 45. Russell, 280. 46. Richard Poirier, Poetry and Pragmatism (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1992), 42. On James as a conservative—particularly in contrast to Dewey—see Gale, 250. On James’s idealization of American politics—or lack thereof—see Poirier, 118–22. 47. Stanley Cavell, Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome: The Constitution of Emersonian Perfectionism (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1990). See p. xi and throughout for the claim that Wittgenstein is part of this tradition; for Dewey and James, see p. 5. 48. Cavell, “Declining Decline,” 116.
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Guessing the Unseen from the Seen Stanley Cavell and Film Interpretation
ANDREW KLEVAN
In his essay “The Thought of Movies,” Stanley Cavell quotes a famous passage from Henry James’s essay “The Art of Fiction”: The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implication of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern, the condition of feeling life in general so completely that you are well on the way to knowing any particular corner of it—this cluster of gifts may almost be said to constitute experience. . . . Therefore, if I should certainly say to a novice “Write from experience and experience only,” I should feel that this was a rather tantalising monition if I were not careful immediately to add, “Try to be one of the people on whom nothing is lost.”1
The passage speaks of “a rather tantalising monition” and is itself “rather tantalising”: “feeling life,” James says, “in general so completely”; “you are well on the way to knowing”; “this cluster of gifts may almost be said”; “Try to be one of the people” [my emphases]—the aspiring novice is kept aspiring. Finding one’s experience (or not being lost to it)—coming toward it without any necessary completions—is something Cavell, like James, is tactfully alive to. When he writes of himself—”I had come to count on myself as one of the people willing not to be lost to his or to her experience”2 —his “willing” expresses more than an inclination. It expresses a continuing aspiration. Cavell shows a willingness to be involved in the process of acknowledging one’s experience (while also acknowledging the process). Hence the “commitment to being guided by our experience but not dictated to by it.”3 He writes: I mean . . . to capture the sense at the same time of consulting one’s experience and of subjecting it to examination, and . . . of momentarily stopping, turning yourself away from whatever your preoccupation and turning your experience away from its expected, habitual track, to find itself, its own track: coming to attention. The moral of this practice is to educate your experience sufficiently so that it is worthy of trust . . . [O]ne learns that without this trust in one’s experience, expressed as a willingness to find words for it, without thus taking an interest in it, one is without authority in one’s own experience. . . . I think of this authority as the right to take an interest in 118
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your own experience. I suppose the primary good of a teacher is to prompt his or her students to find their way to that authority; without it, rote is fate.4
Cavell suggests the potential for our experience to be wasted on us (to waste our potential) and our experience to be lost to us, when “one is without authority in one’s own experience,” when we fail to “take an interest” in it or to “trust” it. Cavell justifies the value of studying film, and particular films, therefore, as follows: How could we show that it is . . . sufficiently . . . worth studying? Now we are at the heart of the aesthetic matter. Nothing can show this value to you unless it is discovered in your own experience, in the persistent exercise of your own taste, and hence the willingness to challenge your taste as it stands, to form your own artistic conscience.5
The “value” Cavell speaks of will be “discovered” not only “in your own experience” but in “the persistent exercise of your own taste” and “the willingness to challenge your taste as it stands” [my emphases]. Cavell’s own “artistic conscience” is distinguished by an ongoing appreciative engagement, or conversation, with the “Golden Age” of Hollywood cinema.6 But within the field of academic film studies, where the study of Hollywood film has long been established, even entrenched, within academic departments, this ongoing appreciative conversation with the films—this process of acknowledgment—is often missing. The films receive frequent treatment—they are cases to be examined, and then known, for all manner of cultural, psychosocial, historical symptoms—but their expressive capacity, their ability to sustain an ongoing conversation, remains unacknowledged. Cavell writes about a tendency in film study, to “claim . . . to see and analyze something that the films they discuss cannot see and analyze, whereas the films are, according to my reading, exactly about that something.”7 For Cavell, this tendency produces “interpretations of a work . . . which do not allow the work its say in its interpretation.”8 The eloquence of particular films, however, means that they will continually have a “say” in their interpretation, ensuring that we will never know them, or know our experience of them; rather, we remain in the process of knowing them and knowing our experience of them—forever left guessing the unseen.
The Significance of the Straightforward Cavell asks, what is it in these Hollywood films that obscures our view of their own perspicacity? He hints that the answer may be found in film’s relationship with the “banal” and this is a dimension of its relationship with the ordinary and everyday. He suggests that “without the mode of perception inspired . . . by the everyday, the near, the low, the familiar, one is bound to be blind to some of the best poetry of film, to a sublimity in it.”9 Elsewhere he writes: I understand it to be, let me say, a natural vision of film that every motion and station, in particular every human posture and gesture, however glancing, has its poetry, or you may say lucidity . . . Any of the arts will be drawn to this knowledge, this percep-
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tion of the poetry of the ordinary, but film, I would like to say, democratises the knowledge, hence at once blesses and curses us with it. It says that the perception of poetry is as open to all . . . so that a failure so to perceive, to persist in missing the subject, which may amount to missing the evanescence of the subject, is ascribable only to ourselves, to failures of our character; as if to fail to guess the unseen from the seen, to fail to trace the implications of things–that is, to fail the perception that there is something to be guessed and traced, right or wrong—requires that we persistently coarsen and stupefy ourselves.10
One’s ability “to perceive” the achievements in Hollywood film might be especially dependent on learning to “trust in one’s experience” because film’s significance depends largely on our sensitivity to every, and everyday, “human posture and gesture.” An example of what Cavell is suggesting here may be seen ideally in the following passage by V. F. Perkins, discussing a moment in Caught (Max Ophuls, 1948, United States): [I]n the opening sequence . . . Maud Eames [Barbara Bel Geddes] . . . is speaking to her bed-sit-sharing mentor Maxine (Ruth Brady) of her hopes of escape from car-hop drudgery via the Social Education available from Dorothy Dale [School of Charm]. Maud has been washing her feet and is sprawled across her bed towelling them while Maxine washes up the sink in the background. During an extended take the camera moves in on Maud, excluding Maxine (who becomes the off-screen voice of practical cynicism) as she indulges a fantasy of working as a model in a fashion store. When she has finished drying her feet, and while the conversation is still of mundane matters, she reaches out idly to take hold of a flimsy metal fly swat. She fiddles with this throughout her daydream, turning it in her hand, rubbing it against her thigh and tapping it on her knee. “ . . . And then one day in walks a handsome young millionaire . . . And he’s standing at the perfume counter, and then suddenly he turns round and sees me . . . and we don’t say a word for a long time.” At no time during this does Maud pay attention to her gestures. She is not swatting an imaginary fly. Indeed, her fiddling with the swat seems to indicate boredom and aimlessness rather than a killer instinct. But on “ . . . sees me . . . ” she makes the most forceful of her taps with the swat and then, in the pause as she bites her lower lip with pleasant thought, holds it still in a way that would indicate—if she were attending to her actions—that she had achieved or imagined a hit. The fly swat gestures are a particularly brilliant invention whereby the film suggests what is calculating and predatory in Maud’s innocently naı¨ve reverie. . . . The effect could . . . be a great deal cruder. Maud could be shown in pursuit of a real fly, with a killing made on the word “millionaire.”11
Perkins congratulates the film for what it “suggests,” allowing him to “trace the implications,” discovering the unseen (what is “predatory” and “calculating” in her romantic daydreams) from the seen (Maud’s fiddling with a fly-swat). Perkins is “consulting” his experience of these matters; although fly swatting and romantic daydreaming may be straightforward occurrences of his experience, they may not obviously disclose aspects of their significance (because their straightforwardness may mask their significance). A preoccupation of mine is to explore moments or sequences of quality in film which do not overstate or proclaim their significance, and moreover to take such moments to be special possibilities of the medium of film.12 My book Disclosure of the Everyday: Undramatic Achievement in Narrative
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Film was partly inspired by Cavell’s thoughts on film and the ordinary. In the book, I highlight four films which I label undramatic and which concern themselves, in some respect, with the ordinary as uneventful.13 I conclude there: Many of the undramatic images used by the films achieve force only as the films develop, but they never present themselves, even when they finally occur, as individually arresting . . . So we might say that the undramatic films establish their emphasis, that which they wish to stress, in an unemphatic manner. The achievement of the films’ styles is to allow the narratives to remain skilfully poised, conveying routine and repetition, without submitting to the possible banality of the routine; the films are therefore able to unconceal the significance which often remains buried in the habitual. The importance of these films is they find aspects of style which do justice to the moments of life which do not proclaim their significance. An exploration of these methods allows us to enhance our understanding of the discreet ways in which film narration can bring the world to our attention.14
Fly swatting is presented by Caught to be, in Cavell’s terms, in the realm of the ordinary, an experience of the ordinary; and although not necessarily “undramatic,” much significance lies in Maud’s uneventful fiddling with an everyday object. Cavell not only says that “without this trust in one’s experience . . . without thus taking an interest in it, one is without authority in one’s own experience,” he also says that this is “expressed as a willingness to find words for it.” Note, in this respect, Perkins’s precise, yet simple, vocabulary evoking the movements of the moment: “flimsy,” “fiddles,” “rubbing,” and “tapping.” Note also the syntactical arrangements: in the sentence which begins “But on,” the clause within commas is used to pause the sentence and thus evoke the “pause as she bites her lower lip.” Similarly, a clause about attention, “if she were attending to her actions,” is brought to our attention because it is set apart by the use of dashes. More precisely, our attention to her lack of attention is expressed because the clause is held off from the main body of the sentence, just as the insight into her behavior is held from her. Perkins’s words are “expressed as a willingness” to be intimate with the film’s expression. Ordinary language is especially apt for those films where “the mode of perception [is] inspired . . . by the everyday.” It is additionally worth remarking that a philosopher who sympathizes with Ludwig Wittgenstein and J. L. Austin’s desire to cleave to ordinary language (and ordinary language philosophy) is one who appreciates Hollywood film. Cavell understands both the failure “to guess the unseen from the seen” in Hollywood film and the distrust of ordinary language to be forms of stupefaction (and coarsening). He writes, “It was always being said, and I believe it is still felt, that Wittgenstein’s and Austin’s return to ordinary language constitutes an anti-intellectual or unscientific defense of ordinary beliefs,” and he responds by saying, “The idea is less to defend our ordinary beliefs than to wean us from expressing our thoughts in ways that do not genuinely satisfy us, to stop forcing ourselves to say things that we cannot fully mean.”15 Perkins’s words, rather than acting to “defend . . . ordinary beliefs,” invite the scrutiny of ordinary activity (fiddling with flyswatters), as this is what he believes the film to be inviting (and the tone of these invitations influences the manner in which I attend). Furthermore, the writing does not simply wish to present the critic’s view of what the film
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means, it wishes to convey how the film works toward expressing what it means, and the critic’s experience of these workings. This critical process is bound up with the task of finding and using words which “satisfy” the writer’s experience of a medium that is visual and aural, and moving.
It’s a Wonderful Life: The Creativity of Convention The scrutiny involved in this critical process is useful when dealing with films that are modest about their matters of deepest significance. The conventions of Hollywood films may be demonstrative and declamatory but they may contain this significance and permit the modesty. The very same conventions that enable subtlety of expression in this cinema are precisely those that may obscure the appreciation. Cavell takes up one of the most notorious of Hollywood conventions—the happy ending: Shall we blame Hollywood moguls for the obsession with happy endings? We can hear some maddening stories along this line. But the gossip will not account for the good films which call for, and earn, their happy endings. All that the prevalence of the happy ending shows—to the extent that it prevails and to the extent that it is more common in American than in foreign films—is that Hollywood did its best work in genres which call for happy endings. Of course it is arguable that the genres and conventions of Hollywood films are themselves the essential limitation. But to argue that, you have to show either that there are no comparable limitations in other traditions or else that their limitations (say a Russian tendency toward the monumental or operatic, or a French tendency toward the private and provincial, or a German tendency toward the theatrical and claustrophobic) are less limiting.16
The style and expression of underground cinemas, foreign cinemas, independent cinemas, and avant-garde cinemas are often assumed to be more “radical,” more “original,” and more “challenging” than Hollywood. Some of the claims for “radical” cinemas are based on the films’ attempts to break or ignore Hollywood convention, as if it were taken for granted that such conventions were binding in the sense of being disabling. Outside film study, one might remember, studies in the handling of convention have repeatedly shown how, for novelists, poets, and composers, conventions act as the core of their creativity.17 It’s a Wonderful Life (Frank Capra, 1946, United States) has one of the most famous of happy endings. Yet, what is it about the happiness of this ending that can bring me to tears? The question might not be why am I so moved by the close of It’s a Wonderful Life, but rather why am I so beguiled by its continuing ability to move me? Why am I so grateful to be moved? Why am I not resistant to its hold over me? In Cavell’s terms, I have the capacity to bring my experience to “attention” (eager to ensure that my “artistic conscience” is free from guilt). He talks of “the good films, which call for, and earn, their happy endings,” so how does this film earn its tears?18 George Bailey (played by James Stewart), who lives in the small town of Bedford Falls, has ambitions to leave and go to faraway places. Events conspire to keep him in Bedford Falls, however, where he is forced to save the townsfolk from
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the grip of nasty capitalism represented primarily by a businessman called Potter (Lionel Barrymore). George takes over his father’s Savings and Loan firm in Bedford Falls, and he tries to fight off Potter by keeping the town financially selfsufficient. Unfortunately, Uncle Billy (Thomas Mitchell), who works with George in the bank, mislays a substantial amount of money. It is Christmas Eve, George is distraught, and he is on the verge of committing suicide. Clarence the angel, who we know has been watching him from a heavenly perspective, appears and shows him what the world would have been like had he not lived. Invigorated by this alternative vision, he returns home to his wife, Mary (Donna Reed), and their children, for a glorious reunion. As George gallops back into the main street of Bedford Falls, he screams and shouts at all the buildings “Merry Christmas,” and he continues the screaming into his house. Euphorically, the film embraces the convention of returning home, and rediscovering the home, experiencing it afresh. The hugging of his wife and children are a joyous show of affection and an ecstatic instance of the convention of family reunion. It may be (at first) tempting to think that the euphoria and ecstasy arise as the film exploits the many possible satisfactions of the plot’s contraction (resolving outstanding problems, “tying up the loose ends”); but they are generated as much by a physical expansion. George’s rediscovery is specifically enacted as a filling, and as a flooding, as his corporeality fills the space of the house; and in his hugs, George rediscovers the capacity to cling and clutch—and to touch. As Mary pulls him down the stairs, the children hang around his body; they adorn his life, like baubles on the Christmas tree, or like pendants on him, dependent on each other. (And James Stewart’s stretched posture, his lanky frame, never evenly balanced, or poised, is a fitting home for their pendulous suspension.) The filling and flooding, hugging and hanging make this, at the very least, a strenuous handling, and spirited embracing, of convention. The effect of the sequence, however, depends on more than invigorating the convention with physical energy. Its effect is also related to the previous sequence when George experiences the nightmare of his absence from the world. The Pottersville sequence is often summarized: “He sees what the world would have been like had he not lived.” Consequently, George is suddenly faced with the question of his own existence, the fact of it, through the absence of it. Throughout the sequence he implores people to recognize him, and if the sequence is chilling, it is not only because of the shift to a noir(ish) shadowy manner. The blanket manner of asserted darkness and gloom cannot alone achieve the chill of the sequence. The chill arises from the fact that George may be able to prove his existence, or get a sense of it, only from the recognition of others. And when that recognition disappears, George disappears. Little wonder, then, that in the final scene, George bursts with giddy, uncontrollable laughter, overcome as he is by a sense of his body as something which physically interacts with the world, and interacts in distinct, individual ways (individual to him).19 We may also, understandably, be overcome. Yet, prominent aspects of the character’s situation, and our absorption in it, may serve to distract us from a wider view. We can be lured into summary explanations of our experience that are seductive but inadequate—“I was moved because George Bailey is reunited with his
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family.”20 The mistake, partly, is to invest the conventions of Hollywood cinema, such as explanatory closure, with inappropriate explanatory powers. George M. Wilson has eloquently argued that these features often mask the totality of a film’s narrative structure: Perhaps it is the confused idea that film is the most “direct and immediate” way of narrating a story which has led most viewers, professional and otherwise, to suppose that the requirements of plot exposition confine a film’s significance. . . . Viewers dispose their attention toward the “focus” of the story’s ultimate resolution. They are perceptually set to follow the evolution of those plot conflicts that are marked out to be the subject of an audience’s most immediate and engaged regard. Indeed, it is the normal goal of narrative strategies to make this temptation effectively irresistible.21
In the final scene, the broad satisfactions of the conventions are made deliberately “irresistible” so that the film has control over the realization of other concerns. The sense of George’s existence depending on others is, during the nightmare sequence, taken to extremity, and consumed by an “effectively irresistible” crisis, urgently “dispos[ing my] attention toward the ‘focus’ of the story’s ultimate resolution.” Will I be sensitive to less demonstrative variations and remain alert enough to “trace the implications”? Popular film has the capacity to use extravagant plot currents as mechanisms of disguise; more sophisticated meanings, often created by visual patterns developing more obliquely, can then be secreted, thereby carefully adjusting the weighting of expression. In this way blunt or broad elements of popular filmmaking may enable, or contribute to, delicacy of effect.22 Wilson continues: [T]here are narrative films . . . in which central aspects of their interest and significance bear only an oblique relationship to the forms of dramatic closure they employ. . . . That is, various factors that . . . appear on the screen . . . peripheral to the strict development of the basic tale may be assigned a weight in the narration in such a way that the chief issues raised by the drama come to be modified, displaced, or otherwise reappraised. . . . [I]t is quite probable that the subtly weighted patterns of visual content which ought to qualify or subvert the linear dynamics of plot will be experienced in a fragmentary way. . . . The problem for the viewer . . . is to locate a “centered position” from which the oblique strands of narrational strategy can come together in a configuration that reorganizes his or her perception and comprehension of the fictional events.23
Throughout the film at moments when George has wished to leave Bedford Falls and put into practice his Romantic aspirations, some hapless twist of fate has kept him in his small hometown. His destiny is forever to remain within Bedford Falls—to remedy some situation, help a friend, and to resolve a crisis in the community. There have never been faces and bodies in the cinema as vivid and intense as those who peopled the locations of this period of Hollywood cinema. In It’s a Wonderful Life they are more than background flavor or coloring: they make its world while being also worlds unto themselves.24 Uncle Billy, Ernie and Bert, Ma Bailey: their time on screen need only be short for them to evoke personal histories that are long. George is overwhelmed by their worlds, he feels he should serve those worlds, and he is obsessed with keeping them turning. The film draws us
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into their rotations—while inspiring us with the urgency of George’s actions and seducing us with the charisma of his selflessness—and the strength of this momentum belies less demonstrative significance. As the film progresses, we recognize, as George does, that the people who surround him unavoidably keep him in the town, prevent him from realizing the dreams—which haunt him—to build bridges and buildings and go to faraway places. The Pottersville sequence, however, by attending to the matter of existence, allows moments to resonate with more significance. Leland Poague, also with some of Cavell’s concerns in mind, writes that when George asks, after seeing Pottersville, to “live again,” “he acknowledges his life to date as his own, as a life . . . [a] recognition that he had been living, living at all.”25 Before this, although George exists, he does not feel that he lives his life (because his life exists to feel the lives of others). As George fills space in the final scene, the bank man, the reporters, and those present to arrest him are made to watch on, uncomprehending. Their looking on— their looking at him—now reverberates. Throughout the film George has found himself in situations where others watched or listened in on his life: the man on the balcony instructing him to kiss Mary in their courtship scene; Mary’s mother listening on the extension phone while George and Mary talk to Sam Wainwright on the phone downstairs; or the moment when George proposes to Violet Bick that they go off together into the hills and frolic with nature, and the camera pulls back to reveal a crowd of townsfolk laughing at his proposals. And Clarence and Joseph permanently keep him in view. As Ray Carney says, “[George’s] experiences, his aspirations, and his private desires are made the subject of endless discussions among his friends. Every move he makes is scrutinized. His progress is continually watched and monitored by solicitous others.”26 Carney thinks of this as George being robbed of his mystery and privacy, indeed robbed of his selfhood.
The Recognition of Character George’s treatment, most explicitly in Pottersville, might be an analogy for our summaries of film narratives that too easily can strip the characters of their physicality, ignore the dynamic of their interactions with people and locations, or fail to acknowledge that they exist as flesh and blood. Cavell understands that on film, characters have no existence apart from the particular human beings on screen, and no life apart from the particular performers who incarnate them. In the theater, character and performance are often thought of together precisely because they are conceived separately, hence an acknowledged dynamic between them that is an essential part of theater. The separation of character and performer is explicitly part of theatrical expression, a practical and critical concern. Cavell writes: For the stage, an actor works himself into a role. . . . The stage actor explores his potentialities and the possibilities of his role simultaneously; in performance these meet at a point in spiritual space—the better the performance, the deeper the point. In this respect, a role in a play is like a position in a game, say, third base: various people can play it, but the great third baseman is a man who has accepted and trained his skills and instincts most perfectly and matches them most intimately with his
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discoveries of the possibilities and necessities of third base. . . . The [theater] actor’s role is his subject for study, and there is no end to it. But the screen performer is essentially not an actor at all: he is the subject of study.27
For Cavell, the scrutiny of the camera makes the human beings in front of it only partly described by the word “actors” because they are also, more deeply, subjects of study, albeit subjects who have an active participation in the way the films present them. The richness, or individuality, of character is found in the human being’s relationship to the camera, and other aspects of the film’s world. In the best Hollywood films, character and performer are inextricably intertwined—they coalesce: James Stewart is George Bailey; George Bailey is James Stewart. Hollywood film performers find ways of exploring their characters while maintaining the integrity of this coalescence. Cavell’s understanding of film characterization, and its coalescence with performance, helps us further explore the relationship between sentimental absorption and the revelation of significance. The latter relationship is one important achievement of Hollywood film, and it finds its apotheosis in It’s a Wonderful Life. We may presume the opposite, however, that the revelation of significance will only be achieved by undermining sentimental absorption, and that one version of this attempt is found in those films which seek to undermine the coalescence between character and performer. Cavell writes about the work of filmmaker Jean LucGodard: [T]he sort of depersonalization [Godard] requires depends both upon our responding to these characters as persons and upon our continuously failing to read their motions within the stresses of ordinary human emotion and motivation. Some critics, I believe, take Godard to have established in some such way a cinematic equivalent to Brecht’s call for a new theater, in which the actor forces and maintains a distance between himself and his role, and between stage and audience, thereby preventing a sentimental reabsorption of the intelligence art secretes. . . . I do not find that . . . Godard has achieved it in the films of his I have seen. For a film director does not begin with a medium in which actor and character have conventionally or momentarily coalesced, nor with a conventional or passing denial of the distance between the stage and a coherent audience. “Actor” and “audience” lack clear application to film. So one reads the distance from and between his characters as one does in reality, as the inability to feel.28
Godard’s approach, by “preventing a sentimental reabsorption,” might be considered a more discerning way of exploring the relationship between character and performance and viewer than the approach of It’s a Wonderful Life. Cavell continues, “Evidently Godard’s admirers read his withdrawal of feeling as a combination of knowingness and objectivity toward the corruption of the world. But objectivity is a spiritual achievement, and apart from it knowingness is only a sentiment. In that case, accepting Godard’s work is simply sharing that sentiment.”29 In these terms, “Godard’s admirers” are still absorbed in a sentiment, but not one that allows absorption in the film. A viewer’s sentimental absorption in a film may mean that he will be “lost to his . . . experience,” but it may equally make him alive to it.30 With the viewer enlivened and involved in this way, the performer cannot escape examination: in what ways will he credibly handle the extremity of
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feeling; find seriousness in situations possibly consumed for their sugar; and rescue rare emotions so easily, and so often, lost to banality? Cavell attends to a moment in It’s a Wonderful Life where the performer cannot escape our attention, and in doing so distinguishes a quality of Hollywood presentation. He raises the idea that Capra is not remotely as interesting visually as Eisenstein, along with the idea that film is a visual medium. Certainly it is true that nothing in Capra could satisfy an interest in the visual, in what one might call the melodramatically visual, the way Eisenstein can by, for example, watching the carcass of a horse drop from an opening drawbridge into the water far below. But suppose film’s interest in the visual can be understood as a fascination with the fact of the visible. Then nothing in Eisenstein could be more revealing than Capra’s camera, in It’s a Wonderful Life, in the sequence in which James Stewart, greeting his returning brother at the railroad station, learns that this return does not mean his release from his hated obligations but his final sealing within them, as it accompanies Stewart’s circling away from the scene of happy exchanges, reeling from the collapse of his ecstasy, working to recover himself sufficiently to find a public face. We are vouchsafed a vision of the aging American boy, as melodramatically private as a Czar.31
As his brother runs to get the baggage, George is left alone in the shot. There is a cut to a closer shot of George, chest high, and the sequence continues with George’s head getting ever nearer the camera. His eyes watch his brother, and then his head darts around to look, off screen right, at his brother’s new wife and Uncle Billy. He starts walking toward them, crossing in front of the camera that in turn rotates around with him toward the right, as if drawing an arc, hence the “circling” effect. Although he gets ever closer to the camera, his head eventually filling the frame as he moves to meet it and drift around with it, the camera makes only a slight move toward him. It executes its gentle arc and is without any anxious or urgent demonstrations of its own: it efficiently and easily discerns, and stays with, the performer’s intensity of expression, and thus conveys the life changing melodrama of a passing moment. The performer communicates the anxiety; the movement of the frame enables the expression of this anxiety, but remains calmly subservient. The camera is neither attracted to, nor involved in enhancing, an “interest in the visual.” It stares, with some concern, at the flickers of his face, and can instead “be understood as [having] a fascination with the . . . [various aspects] of the visible.” With “Stewart’s circling away from the scene of happy exchanges, reeling from the collapse of his ecstasy,” the performer makes visible to the camera crucial aspects of his character, while credibly keeping them invisible to the other characters. The Pottersville sequence is evidently ghostly, George floating through the town like a phantom, with friends and family not recognizing him, as if not seeing him; the railroad moment becomes another version of his invisibility—a variation of ghostliness—where the recovery of his “public face” reinforces the disappearance of his self. We may guess the unseen (this invisibility and this ghostliness) from the seen (his “circling” and his “reeling” away)—in ways his family and friends appear unable to do. From our point of view, George’s moment of deflation can be recast as fears about haunting his own existence, being present to it happen-
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ing, but watching it develop from the outside; present to his own life but not in control of it. With Stewart “circling away,” one of Cavell’s most alluring insights into Hollywood performance, is illustrated: “The wish, in the great stars, . . . is a function not of their beauty, such as that may be, but of their power of privacy.”32As George is “circling away,” he claims this “power of privacy” (a “vision . . . as melodramatically private as a Czar”). Cavell’s insight suggests that a viewer’s engagement with a performer need not depend on conspicuously attractive features, but on the performer rendering accessible—available—aspects of his or her character’s consciousness (although the viewer’s understanding of these unseen aspects, in his or her character’s consciousness, may remain inconclusive or uncertain). Performers have the capacity to make the viewer conscious of their character’s consciousness, or involve the viewer in their engagement with it. Such an understanding should remind us that our disposition toward a narrative is not necessarily tied to our identification with character—however elegantly refined—but lies equally with appreciating the performer s’ capacities for revealing to us (hidden) aspects of their character’s sensibility. Cavell has said that Capra has seen “in Stewart’s temperament (which, of course, is to say, see in what becomes of that temperament on film, its photogenesis) the capacity to stake identity upon the power of wishing, upon the capacity and purity of one’s imagination and desire—not on one’s work, or position, or accomplishments, or looks, or intelligence.”33 The insight concerning “the great stars” emerges in a discussion of Bette Davis, in particular, and female performers in general, and apart from finding ways to project their consciousness, for Cavell, Stewart shares with them another quality: “Call the quality Stewart projects a willingness for suffering.”34 Carney links suffering and consciousness in order to see the more oblique purposes of the happy ending: It’s a Wonderful Life is a film of endless frustrations, deferrals of gratification, and of the complete impossibility of representing the most passionate impulses and imaginations of the self in the world—and yet the title is still entirely unironic. Capra wants us to know that George Bailey’s life is wonderful—not because his neighbors bail him out with a charity sing-along . . . but because he has seen and suffered more, and more deeply and wonderfully, than any other character in the film . . . The adventure of consciousness that George has lived through in dreamland is greater than any of the romantic adventures he has talked about going on—but it is at the same time only an adventure of consciousness.35
The Aspects of Interpretation George’s continuous engagement with his consciousness does not ensure that he will have a clear or complete understanding of it (Carney’s “adventure of consciousness” evokes, or is analogous to, the therapeutic process). Poague says that George’s “desire to leave is equally well understood as a cover story, a displacement or denial of other or deeper wishes.”36 The film’s skill is to find ways to uncover the “deeper wishes,” while remaining faithful to their displaced or latent
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quality. Understandings of George’s consciousness may be imparted, but they are not provided as certain assessments or judgments. In one scene, George has been taking out his frustrations on Mary, and he is about to leave her home in anger when his old friend Sam Wainwright, from Bedford Falls, calls long distance on the telephone. While Sam makes some business propositions, they both listen, heads together, on the end of the phone. Finally, they drop the phone and George grabs and shakes Mary while declaring his independence: “I don’t want to get married to anyone, I want to do what I want to do.” His words here are insistent, but at the moment he asserts his separateness, he is at first halted and then pulled inexorably toward Mary; and although his words are passionate, he is compelled by a force he hardly understands to caress and to kiss her. The phone call suspends their heads, nestling without touching, with their glowing faces perched together and the resulting charge burns up George’s assertions. The moment is an erotic distillation of suggestive questions that run throughout the film. What is the true direction of a life? Does George push his life forward or is he pulled seductively? If he is pulled, does that mean that his life is not true to his intentions (to his wishes), or that he fails to know what his wishes are? Our failure to see that these meanings might be “visible” in such a moment (or, for example, the meeting at the railroad station) may relate to anxieties about overinterpretation, a particularly prevalent anxiety with regard to Hollywood film. Cavell writes: In my experience people worried about reading in, or overinterpretation, or going too far, are, or were, typically afraid of getting started, of reading as such, as if afraid that texts—like people, like times and places—mean things and moreover mean more than you know. This is accordingly a fear of something real, and it may be a healthy fear, that is, a fear of something fearful. It strikes me as a more discerning reaction to texts than the cheerier opinion that the chase of meaning is just as much fun as man’s favorite sport (also presumably a thing with no fear attached). Still, my experience is that most texts, like most lives, are underread, not overread.37
Do we fear that while we “guess the unseen” in Hollywood film we are searching for the invisible, and in a medium that is created from the visible we are therefore searching for something that is not there? V. F Perkins turns this around: I suggest that a prime task of interpretation is to articulate in the medium of prose some aspects of what artists have made perfectly and precisely clear in the medium of film. The meanings I . . . discuss . . . are neither stated nor in any special sense implied. They are filmed. Whatever else that means (which it is a purpose of criticism and theory to explore) it means that they are not hidden in or behind the movie, and that my interpretation is not an attempt to clarify what the picture has obscured. I have written about things that I believe to be in the film for all to see, and to see the sense of. . . . I claim that a meaning presented is a meaning made overt within the chosen medium. A process like story-making in transmitted images develops as a medium because artists explore its possibilities for “making overt,” which in large degree means its capacity to imply. In other words, implication is a form of expression, not of concealment.38
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Successful expression of implication will depend on balancing the elements within a film. Perkins therefore writes: “Film-makers continuously develop the repertoire of devices through which to adjust the prominence with which they present an item of information to its importance in the film’s scale of values. (But we should observe that there is no level of prominence that could constitute concealment.)”39 With Stewart “circling away” around the camera we do indeed have a “vision of an aging American boy” and a premonition of ghostliness; however, the prominence of the elements which allows us to trace these interpretations may be checked, the relationship, or synthesis, of these elements, remaining indefinite. Elsewhere Perkins writes of the ability of a film to achieve a “reconciliation of clarity with depth of suggestion.”40 How aptly all the deeper significance is suggested by Stewart “circling away,” and yet, at the same time, how little of it is declared, modestly contained within what is also, clearly, a moment of intense frustration. Aspects of the ghostly and the visible, for example, adjust in prominence as the film develops: indeed, the fascination resides not simply with the aspects themselves but with the way they emerge into view, into focus, like the world of Bedford Falls, for Clarence, the angel, at the beginning of the film. The sense of aspects coming into view rhymes with Cavell’s understanding of “duck-rabbit” as an analogy for interpretation: I pick up the suggestion from Wittgenstein’s celebrated study, in Part II of Philosophical Investigations, that what he calls “seeing an aspect” is the form of interpretation: it is seeing something as something. Two conditions hold of a case in which the concept of “seeing as” is correctly employed. There must be a competing way of seeing the phenomenon in question, something else to see it as (in Wittgenstein’s most famous case, that of the Gestalt figure of the “duck-rabbit,” it may be seen as a duck or as a rabbit); and a given person may not be able to see it both ways, in which case it will not be true for him that he sees it (that is, sees a duck or sees a rabbit) as anything (though it will be true to say of him, if said by us who see both possibilities, that he sees it as one or the other). And one aspect dawns not just as a way of seeing but as a way of seeing something now, a way that eclipses some other, definite way in which one can oneself see the “same” thing.41
The figure is used in many philosophical contexts, but it seems particularly appropriate for the interpretation of Hollywood film. Crucially, the figure (“duckrabbit”) might appear simple, but is in fact two things simultaneously. Let us say you can see the duck, but not the rabbit. In Perkins’s terms the rabbit is “perfectly and precisely clear” (or at least it is not any less clear than the duck because many people immediately see the rabbit), and it is “not hidden in or behind” the drawing (once again, no more “hidden” than the duck). When I point out the rabbit to you, “it is not an attempt to clarify what the picture has obscured,” but to allow you to see another aspect. Seeing new aspects is at the heart of It’s a Wonderful Life’s dramatic concerns. The film presents George’s life as a series of intrusions, most comically represented by the banister knob that to his endless annoyance comes off in his hand each time he goes up the stairs. The banister knob is presented as a frustration, something that is in the way and prevents the free progress of his life. On the return to his
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home, he kisses it, and it assumes a new aspect: intrusions now become interventions, possibly angelic, which, as it were, prove he is living a life. The furniture transforms itself from something that interrupted his life, retarded its continuation, into something that affirms that his life is progressing. This changed aspect prompts a reconsideration of obstacles: do intrusions hinder life, get in its way, or are they the stuff of life, the fabric of its progression? As the final scene continues, all of the inhabitants of the town start to enter the Bailey house to offer their gifts. It would be a mistake to think that the wonder of the scene rests only on what is wonderful about their contributions. Furthermore, thinking only this could result in an understanding of the film as a fairy tale for the Depression, or the war era, and this might prevent us from seeing the richer perspectives the film has to offer. Cavell writes with regard to the comedies of remarriage, and in particular another film directed by Frank Capra, It Happened One Night (1934): The economic issues in these films, with all their ambivalence and irresolution, are invariably tropes for spiritual issues. . . . It Happened One Night is a film . . . about being hungry, or hungering, where hungering is a metaphor for imagining, in particular imagining a better, or satisfying, way to live. There are a number of foods in the film, forming a little system of symbolic significance. There is also a woman, in what I call a “Depression vignette,” who faints from hunger. What is the relation of the symbolism to this vignette? . . . [I]s [Capra] . . . to be understood as taking the occasion of the Depression to ask what it is we as a people are truly depressed by, what hunger it is from which we all are faint? . . . Of course these films can be appropriated . . . as fairy tales rather than, let us say, as spiritual parables. But so can Scripture be similarly appropriated.42
In It’s a Wonderful Life, the contextual, or raw, material—depression, war, small banks, corporations—allows a particular guise for the conventions, but they need to be invigorated, realize their potential; otherwise they will remain inert. The vigorous handling of this contextual material is achieved by the skillful arrangement of aspects of style; for example, the relationship between performer and camera in the railroad moment. The skill in handling the material is partly a matter of maintaining a balance between containing and unlocking metaphor. It is this process of controlling the release of metaphorical meaning, and thereby extending and intensifying relevance, that enriches interpretations and deepens viewing. As the townsfolk present themselves to George, one by one, the sequence resembles actors unveiling themselves at the end of a play; we are invited to see the same bodies and faces from a new perspective. The wonder of the scene relies less on what is wonderful about their contributions than what is wonderful about their appearance. These characters are seen in a different light, or we might say light is now cast on their existence. George is not simply astonished at their generosity but startled at their presence; a new aspect of their existence is being realized, and consequently, George has a different conception of his own presence. Each character marches into close-up, parades into definition for George. The crowd establishes a loosely formed aisle, or passage, for each character to approach, without, as it were, directing their approach, so that they emerge, almost magically, conjured (or summoned) enchantingly from the body of the crowd.
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The Acknowledgment of the Medium As each character emerges from the crowd, becoming separate and individual, the world no longer passes George by, but exhibits itself in front of him. This rhymes with a quality that Cavell understands to be at the heart of the medium, the way that “reality is freed to exhibit itself.”43 He is critical of those who wish to mystify the role of reality in film, and who find film an illusion of reality, or a dream of reality. He insists that “the objects of film I have seen which do strike me as having the force of art all incontestably use moving pictures of live persons and real things in actual spaces.”44 He is equally keen, however, to distinguish the particular role of reality in the medium. For Cavell, when we watch a film we do not see reality, but rather, reality projected or screened: “In screening reality, film screens its givenness from us; it holds reality from us, it holds reality before us, i.e., withholds reality before us.”45 There is something resembling this tension in the final scene of It’s a Wonderful Life, as George sees a new aspect of reality, not an illusion of it, or even a dream of it (this is no longer Pottersville); but this new aspect causes him to be more self-conscious about his relationship to reality. The townsfolk are “held” from him, before him; “withheld” before him. For Cavell, “the most significant films in the history of the art of film will be found to be those that most significantly discover and declare the nature of the medium of film,”46 and while this sequence allows a revelation for George, it is also revelatory of the medium. When George sees the vividness of the faces before him, we may be reminded of Mary’s comment to George at the high school dance, when he first appreciates her beauty: she says, “You look at me as if you didn’t know me.” In reference to conversations on film, Cavell writes about “words that on one viewing pass, and are meant to pass, without notice, as unnoticeably trivial, on another resonate and declare their implication in a network of significance.”47 An apparently straightforward line now has greater implication and significance: the way you can see people but not know them, or know them but not really see them, or the way the beginning of seeing might be the beginning of loving. Particularly conscious of the possibility of its own reviewing, the film continually invites us to reconsider what we view. At the very end of the film, a book appears magically on the table in front of George and his family, and it contains an inscription. It reads, “Remember no man is a failure who has friends,” and the words “no” and “friends” are underlined. Yet it is the word “remember” that may be the most important, conveying the sense that George’s present should always be informed by the past, in the same way that our understanding of the narrative, our understanding of this moment, will be informed by remembering different moments across the whole film. The word “remember” is not underlined in the book: perhaps the film is hinting at our capacity to mistake matters of significance, to be too attached to what we find to be underlined in life. The medium has a unique capacity to understand aspects of coming to experience in terms of coming to see, and here the process of audience reviewing is related to George’s own transformation of seeing. The revelation of the medium is deeply intertwined with the dramatic developments of the film, as if a virtuous circle operates, where the drama is discovering the best way of using the medium,
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and the medium is in itself being discovered by the drama—a magical mutuality. For Cavell: The first successful movies . . . were not applications of a medium that were defined by given possibilities, but the creation of a medium by their giving significance to specific possibilities. Only the art itself can discover its possibilities, and the discovery of a new possibility is the discovery of a new medium. A medium is something through which or by means of which something specific gets done or said in particular ways. It provides, one might say, particular ways to get through to someone, to make sense; in art, they are forms, like forms of speech. To discover ways of making sense is always a matter of the relation of an artist to his art, each discovering the other.49
It’s a Wonderful Life discovers possibilities for film endings, but the discovery of these is so intricately enmeshed in the dramatic fabric, in the film’s particular “network of significance” that the discovery is not declamatory. Cavell also refers to a film’s discovery of possibilities as the “acknowledgement” of its medium, and the depth, or sincerity, of the acknowledgment will depend on the tightness of the meshing. Cavell says, “The question of acknowledgement, or self reflection, is not exhausted, as appears sometimes to be thought, by the tendency of films to be selfreferential. The latter is at best a specialized (generally comic) mode of the former.”50 Elsewhere he notes that it “is exactly not equivalent to a random running through of film’s various remarkable “effects,” nor of its random ways of selfreflexiveness, of calling attention to its own making.”51 There is a moment in It’s a Wonderful Life when the film freezes the frame to show George, now grown-up, with outstretched arms. Is this merely a “remarkable” effect? Carney writes: Capra insists upon the specifically filmic nature of events in this film. . . . [A]s George is choosing a suitcase to take with him on a trip he ultimately never makes, Joseph (or Capra) actually stops the image on the screen to inspect it and comment on it, exactly as an editor or director putting a film together at a moviola might. It is an astonishing moment—a sudden and utter collapse of whatever illusion the movie has generated up to that moment, and a reminder that it is only an illusion. It is rubbed in our faces that we are watching not life, but a movie, an artificial construction of human consciousness, something that has been photographed, lighted, and projected and that can be stopped or started at any time at the desire of the director, editor, or projectionist. It is a movie being edited by and for angels, of course, but it is undeniably also a movie by Frank Capra that we are watching in a movie theater. At this exhilarating moment, it is hard not to enter sympathetically into Capra’s equation of the two movies, not to feel his pleasure in and gratitude for his virtually godlike cinematic powers.52
Carney has offered us many generous interpretations of Capra’s films, so his interpretation is disappointing here, too seduced, perhaps, by the “remarkable ‘effect.’” Only if we take the film, up to this point, to be an “illusion” that we have been “watching . . . life,” will we consider this moment a “sudden and utter collapse.” If we have taken the opening of the film, however, to be inescapably expressive, eloquent and lucid, then it is “astonishing” that the film needs so crudely to declare its “powers” of communication. Why demonstrate that a film can be “stopped or started at any time at the[ir] desire,” or assert that this is a “movie by Frank Capra
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that we are watching in a movie theatre”? If Capra was genuinely “grateful” for his “godlike . . . powers,” I would expect him to take pleasure in moving in more mysterious ways. Cavell asks, “How specifically are movies questioning themselves, and what specifically requires acknowledgement in their making?”53 He continues: The explicit form of acknowledgement is “I know I [promised; am withdrawn; let you down]. . . . ” But that is not the only form it can take. . . . We should not assume that the point of the personal pronoun here is to refer to the self, for an acknowledgement is an act of the self (if it is one of recognition, then it is not like recognizing a place but like recognizing a government); and it is not done apart from an admission of the existence of others (denial of which made the acknowledgement necessary) or apart from an expression of one’s aliveness to that denial (the revelation in acknowledgement). Without developing the philosophy this calls for, it is plain enough that self-reference is no more an assurance of candor in movies than in any other human undertaking. It is merely a stronger and more dangerous claim, a further opportunity for the exhibiting of self.54
Carney’s account makes the moment appear like an “opportunity for the exhibiting of self”: “a movie by Frank Capra.” He seems to be desperate for the film to assert its acknowledgments. Cavell writes: It seems that there should be some stronger connection between an assertion and the world it asserts than my asserting of it is empowered to make. (Of course, I can precede anything I assert with the formula “ I assert . . . ”; but that is just a shift on the same plane of assertion.) One almost imagines that one could catch the connection in the act, by turning the camera on it—perhaps by including a camera and crew in the picture (presumably at work upon this picture), but this just changes the subject. The camera can of course take a picture of itself, say in a mirror; but that gets it no further into itself than I get into my subjectivity by saying “I’m speaking these words now.” . . . If the presence of the camera is to be made known, it has to be acknowledged in the work it does. . . . Knowing your claim to an acknowledgement from me, I may be baffled by the demand you make for some special voicing of the acknowledgement. . . . Why am I called upon to do something, to say specific things that will add up to an explicit revelation?55
What does the freeze frame acknowledge, and how might we acknowledge it? The film may be imagining that freezing segments of the world, apart from being an effect of filmmakers, is a power given to angels. It allows them to pay close attention and observe moments with care and dedication (providing a little instruction, perhaps, for our own viewing). In a general sense, therefore, the freeze frame is integrated into the film’s angelic vision. Yet, the particularities of their vision here may lock the frame even more securely into the film’s patterns of significance. The frozen frame comes near the start of the sequence when Clarence, the angel, first sees George as an adult, and it is the first time in the film that he is in the guise of James Stewart. Carney notes “Capra’s . . . relishing of his own filmic effects as Clarence and Joseph comment on the attractiveness of the image of James Stewart stopped on-screen.”56 A sensitive point is submerged here because of the emphasis on filmic effects, a “relishing” that infers a lick of the lips at a stunt, or a trick—ah
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ha, James Stewart, at last, now you see him. But as Cavell writes, “You cannot sidestep the claims of a position with a trick. The question is whether you can choose to occupy any, and do it honor.”57 What position does the film occupy when Stewart’s “attractiveness” is “stopped”? Joseph says, in voiceover, “I want you to take a good look at that face,” and Clarence responds, “It’s a good face. I like it. I like George Bailey.” The freezing is in fact a framing, and a stilling, of a face, and rather than the medium merely proclaiming its capacity to be stopped, it remarks upon its power to do what it commonly does, keep presenting faces to us, keep framing them.58 This moment is a benchmark for a concern which is inflected throughout the film and climaxes in the final scene when a series of faces present previously unseen aspects to be seen by George. The film allows us to consider the relationship between our facility to see a face with our capacity to know it, or to acknowledge it, or to learn about it. Without recognizing the particularities of the stilled frame, and its relationship to the rest of the film, the moment looks instead like an assertion of technique; with the recognition, the moment has the effect of “giving significance to a possibility of film.”59 Because Hollywood narratives move dynamically forward, it may appear that their moments have little time to deepen. Yet repeated viewing of the film—and few films have been as repeatedly viewed—allows us to play off our later understandings as we view the earlier stages, and we see with increasing richness how certain matters are suggested but not crystallized. Understandings are refined, interpretations enriched, meanings differently inflected; and each time, as previously subdued elements emerge as salient, as decisive moments, original ways of viewing present themselves. Cavell acknowledges “the fateful fact of human life that the significance of its moments is ordinarily not given with the moments as they are lived, so that to determine the significant crossroads of a life may be the work of a lifetime.”60 Similarly, then, the significance of narrative moments in a film are not necessarily given—or experienced—in the moments as they are viewed, so that to determine the specific crossroads of a narrative may be the work of a lifetime. Cavell often refers to the “redemptive” quality of great Hollywood films. Stewart indeed projects a “willingness for suffering,” but his suffering does not in itself cause my tears at the end of the film. The actor also projects an intense capacity for loving, and George is so busy loving, that he never quite knows, until this final scene, how much he is loved. He has missed this meaning of his life. Because I am partly overwhelmed by the town’s display of love toward him, my tears are also a sympathetic physiological upsurge in recognition of George’s recognition of the town’s recognition. This particular occasion is redemptive in itself, but the great films are redemptive in a related sense: they show us that happenings we initially understood to be straightforward may hold a wealth of unexpected significance. They encourage us, in Cavell’s words, to “subject . . . [experience] to examination . . . turning . . . away from whatever [our] preoccupation and turning [our] experience away from its expected, habitual track.” My tears are an acknowledgment that, like George, I have misunderstood the narratives of my life. I was too caught up in their progression to see exactly what was making them move.
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Notes I would like to thank Edward Klevan and Vivienne Penglase for their invaluable assistance with this essay. 1. Stanley Cavell, “The Thought of Movies,” Themes Out of School: Effects and Causes (San Francisco: North Point, 1984), 6. 2. Ibid., 6. 3. Stanley Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness: The Hollywood Comedy of Remarriage (Cambridge, MA; London: Harvard University Press, 1981), 10. 4. Ibid., 12. 5. Cavell, “The Thought of Movies,” 11. 6. “[F]or around fifteen years, say from the middle thirties to the early fifties, [Hollywood] provided an environment in which a group of people, as a matter of its routine practice, turned out work as good, say, as that represented by the seven movies forming the basis of my book on the remarriage comedies—work, that is to say, as good, or something like as good, as It Happened One Night (1934), The Awful Truth (1937), Bringing up Baby (1938), His Girl Friday (1940), The Philadelphia Story (1940), The Lady Eve (1941), and Adam’s Rib (1949). . . . [I]t is no part of my argument to insist that major work can only come from such an environment or to deny that significant movies continue to be made in Hollywood. But I expect that no one still finds that they come almost exclusively from there, and routinely, say every other week, something like twenty or twenty-five times a year. Over a period of fifteen golden years, that comes to between three hundred and four hundred works, which is a larger body of first-rate or nearly first-rate work than the entire corpus of Elizabethan and Jacobean drama can show.” Ibid., 10. References to Hollywood cinema in this chapter refer to this “Golden Age.” 7. Stanley Cavell, “Reply to Modleski,” Critical Inquiry 16 (autumn 1990): 239. 8. Ibid., 239. 9. Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness, 15. 10. Cavell, “The Thought of Movies,” 14. 11. V. F. Perkins, “Must We Say What They Mean?: Film Criticism and Interpretation,” Movie 34/35 (winter 1990): 5–6. 12. This observation first appeared in Andrew Klevan, “The Composition of Charisma: The Lines of Sporting Seduction in Ron Shelton’s Tin Cup,” Film Studies 1.1 (1999): 52. 13. Andrew Klevan, Disclosure of the Everyday: Undramatic Achievement in Narrative Film (Trowbridge: Flicks, 2000). 14. Ibid., 209. The book discusses four films in detail: Journal d’un cure´ de campagne (Diary of a Country Priest; Robert Bresson, 1950, France); La`sky jedne´ plavovla´sky (Loves of a Blonde; aka A Blonde in Love; Milosˇ Forman, 1965, Czechoslovakia); Banshun (Late Spring; Ozu Yasujiro¯, 1949, Japan); Conte de printemps (A Tale of Springtime; Eric Rohmer, 1990, France). 15. Stanley Cavell, “The Ordinary as the Uneventful,” Themes Out of School, 192. 16. Stanley Cavell, The World Viewed: Reflections on the Ontology of Film (enlarged edition) (Cambridge, MA and London: Harvard University Press, 1979), 174 17. Work on the conventions of film genres, and their developments and variations over time, is plentiful, but in film study the role of the convention for generating excellence in expression is less often pursued. Three good exceptions to this are Andrew Britton, “The Philosophy of the Pigeonhole: Wisconsin Formalism and ‘The Classical Style,’” Cineaction! 15 (winter 1988/89): 47–63; Robin Wood, “The Noriko Trilogy,” Cineaction! 26/27 (winter 1992): 61–81; Douglas Pye, “Bordwell and Hollywood,” Movie 33 (winter 1989): 46–62.
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18. In the long period of time between finishing this piece and proofing prior to publication, I was lucky enough to discover the essay by George Toles, “No Bigger than Zuzu’s Petals: Dreaming the Real in It’s a Wonderful Life” and its companion piece, “Thinking about Movie Sentiment: Toward a Reading of Random Harvest” in A House Made of Light: Essays on the Art of Film (Detroit: Wayne State University Press, 2001). Toles has a superbly sustained account of the therapeutic possibilities for sentiment in films and Capra’s specific handling of it, and because his account uncannily shares many of the concerns of this piece, I am keen to include some of his eloquent insights in the footnotes. 19. Toles writes: “Capra seizes upon conventions as the quickest route into a scene, just as Astaire sidles his way into a dance by a series of simple, orthodox steps, which are minimally communicative about the flights of invention that his motions will inscribe later on. Conventions bring the ground for scenes into preliminary focus, but the scene-structures that feel their way into being on that ground are meant to shed this easy affiliation with the usual setup and become self-sustaining. Capra is not at all interested in the habitual, somewhat protected mode of response that conventions necessarily bring with them. What he consistently strives to distill out of them is a moment that effectively bursts the bounds of a familiar situation. His goal is to powerfully transcend convention without undermining it . . . For his major scenes to work properly, Capra believes that they must be made to feel highly compressed. Convention allows Capra to bring the viewer swiftly into the midst of a strong dramatic situation.” Ibid., 57. 20. Cavell wrote this in 1971, but it still holds relevance for me: “Only about operas, certainly not about novels or stories or poems or plays, would we accept so casual and sometimes hilariously remote an account as we will about movies.” Cavell, The World Viewed, xx (original preface). 21. George Wilson, Narration in Light: Studies in Cinematic Point of View (Baltimore; London: Johns Hopkins University Press, 1986), 10. 22. This observation originally appeared in Klevan, “The Composition of Charisma,” 54. 23. Wilson, Narration in Light, 10–11. 24. Cavell compares this period of Hollywood to the modern period: “The quality of distinctness assured through recurrence was equally obvious in the supporting players of Hollywood’s stock company. Not to remember the name of a traditional Hollywood bit player is possible, if hardly excusable; not to remember their faces and temperaments is unthinkable. But the fact is that I cannot call back the faces of critical minor leads in several of the best recent neo–Hollywood films. . . . In itself this may not be surprising. These figures just haven’t been in enough films to have become memorable. But there is more to it. My feeling is that they could not become memorable. I have no sense of the range of role or temperament they may occupy, and these isolated films have been insufficient to establish that sort of resonance for them. But without that, there is no world before us.” Cavell, The World Viewed, 76. 25. Leland Poague, Another Frank Capra (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1994), 186. 26. Ray Carney, American Vision: The Films of Frank Capra (Hanover and London: University Press of New England, 1996), 392. 27. Cavell, The World Viewed, 27–28. 28. Ibid., 97. 29. Ibid., 98. 30. Toles explores the therapeutic benefits of a viewer’s sentimental absorption: “Too often ignored are the possible psychic benefits of integration [with the film]: a less guarded way of attending to the visions and voices that film offers us. Integration, as an imaginative
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experience depending on a willingness to be ‘seized,’ a willingness to be wholly vulnerable to something, to be released from the protection that control and distance give us (at a price), may well bring normally isolated areas of the psyche into healing contact with each other. The bridging of inner gaps which the conscious mind does not really know how to accomplish . . . is one of the possible results of a strongly emotional participation in film.” Toles, A House Made of Light, 85. 31. Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness, 40. 32. Stanley Cavell, Contesting Tears: The Hollywood Melodrama of the Unknown Woman (Chicago; London: University of Chicago Press, 1996), 128. 33. Stanley Cavell, “What Becomes of Things on Film,” Themes Out of School, 180. 34. Ibid., 180. 35. Carney, American Visions, 433. 36. Poague, Another Frank Capra, 200. 37. Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness, 35. 38. Perkins, “Must We Say What They Mean?” 4. 39. Ibid., 5. 40. Perkins, “In a Lonely Place”: The Movie Book of Film Noir (London: Studio Vista, 1994), 231. 41. Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness, 36. 42. Ibid., 5–7. Although not my concern here, Cavell also uses these observations to take up the matter of the aesthetics of human suffering. 43. Cavell, The World Viewed, 166. 44. Ibid., 165. 45. Ibid., 189. 46. Cavell, Contesting Tears, 122. 47. Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness, 11. 48. “Capra’s strategy throughout Wonderful Life is to ask us to look at things as though he expected us to grasp them immediately, to catch them at a glance, as it were (and we do proceed with that confidence); then, once we have taken the incomplete view as the complete one, Capra ‘remembers’—with the convincing illusion of afterthought common to master story-tellers—that what we have effortlessly sized up is “not quite all” that we need in order to make a correct judgment. The ‘forgotten’ detail that he delays bringing into play until that point when the viewer supposes that nothing further is required, usually transforms his sense of what is truly the matter at issue . . . Capra counts on our imaginatively holding on to the things that he most quickly relinquishes. For it is chiefly in their absence that things demand to be known more intimately, and that we begin to give them the weight and value that belong to them . . . Numerous crucial details . . . are slipped into the narrative by Capra with such rapidity and such a glancing touch that it almost appears that they were not meant to be recalled; but of course, they are, and it is gratifying to feel that a whole host of things one casually latched onto in passing prove to be essential pieces of knowledge later on. All of them are eventually called back, just as the entire community is in the film’s closing scene, for an emotionalized rediscovery.” Toles, A House Made of Light, 64, 58, 67. 49. Cavell, The World Viewed, 32. 50. Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness, 14 (footnote). 51. Cavell, Contesting Tears, 122. 52. Carney, American Visions, 426–27. 53. Cavell, The World Viewed, 123. 54. Ibid., 123–24. 55. Ibid., 127–28. 56. Carney, American Visions, 427.
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57. Cavell, The World Viewed, 130. 58. Other aspects of his body are shown as well as his face, including his outstretched arms—and accounting for the significance of this would amount to a further aspect of this discussion—but I emphasize his face here because it is his face that is emphasized by the angels. 59. Ibid., 186. 60. Cavell, “The Thought of Movies,” 11.
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The Avoidance of Stanley Cavell GARRETT STEWART
Stanley Cavell, professor emeritus of aesthetics and the theory of value at Harvard, though a philosopher by training and appointment, has sent to print in the last three and a half decades some of the most passionate and commanding essays on literary aesthetics and literary value to be found anywhere in the postwar critical canon. Over this achievement there is little if any dispute. Despite the accolades, then, why has this work been to a discernible extent overlooked in the discussions that stand most to gain from engaging it? Such was the broad question that led to my embarking on this essay. In the commissioning editor’s more specific terms, I was asked to consider “any hesitancy in the literary response to Cavell’s work, as well as what has really been useful.” The more precise the formulation, the more disturbing the question. Useful? Reason not the need? The trouble with any weighing of use value in the literary academy today is not a problem in the general “theory of value,” much less in the free flow of ideas in a disinterested economy of exchange. Just because Stanley Cavell’s stock has always been high does not mean that his ideas have been heavily traded. Right at the moment, multinational interests hold sway: postcoloniality, race, subaltern studies, globalization, cultural hybridity, pluralist identity politics. Before that, New Historicism. And before that, deconstruction. Just when Cavell emerged to wide notice in the late sixties with his monumental essay “The Avoidance of Love: A Reading of King Lear” which reminded us that philosophy might be the true interlocutor rather than the mostly silent partner of High Theory, the well-advertised cartel of Derrida, Lacan, and Foucault was beginning to monopolize the Anglo-American field—and at times seeming to swallow up Cavell’s own premises, however dimly glimpsed.1 The passage of years has scarcely improved the situation for interdisciplinary exchange in this vein. Indeed, my essay lines up behind several others of the last decade on the regrettable undercirculation of Cavell’s ideas. This alone may give pause. How many books and articles on the disciplinary nonassimilation of Stanley Cavell’s thinking would begin to count as redress? But then that is not exactly the right question. The point is not to decide how much Cavell is appreciated, or not, or how widely, or even how deeply—and then to fill the gap. The point is to wonder (and so to ask out loud) why there persists a particular kind of “hesi140
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tancy”—or resistance—wherever the work is quarantined from serious consideration. Michael Fischer has written a whole book to investigate the grounds of “neglect” in the specifically literary reception of Cavell—namely, the neoskepticism at its base.2 Stephen Melville, surveying the full armory of Cavell’s interests, launches a more recent essay by locating what we might call four avatars of disregard, with Cavell positioned as “a maverick figure within the American philosophic academy, an obscure resister of mainstream contemporary film theory, an odd man out with respect to the current literary theoretical orthodoxy, and, I imagine, a figure of retrograde enthusiasms to a community of Americanists largely in flight from New Critical canonization.”3 It is the last resistance that Melville confronts most directly when he draws out an implicit epistemology of reading from Cavell’s account of Emerson’s philosophical essays. Two observations may deserve to interrupt at the outset this compressed resume´ of response. The first has to do with the articulation, the second with the distribution, of resistance. First, what increasingly strikes a reader looking to assess the gauntlet thrown down by Cavell’s work to reigning literary-critical models is that the complaints against him are best, and most often, phrased by his champions. This strikes me as close to unprecedented in the ordinary channels of academic discourse. It is as if the nuance, capaciousness, and candor of Cavell’s thinking hold the seeds of dissent within the toils of their own subtlety, so that only his most devoted close readers can judge the pressure of counterargument from within the weight of original formulation. You have to be tuned in to begin with to imagine where the static might occur. Sympathetic readers of Cavell, that is, best pledge their allegiance by imaging an objection as if it were their own, so that even debate waits within testimonial as its true measure. And is not this (we may come to think with a little more evidence) no less than the very proof of the Cavellian method: a reading so intense as to internalize the shadow of its own alternatives? The second preliminary observation has to do with the different cast of resistance to Cavell’s enthusiasms depending on whether he is meditating on Shakespeare or on such favored authors of the now debunked “American Renaissance” as Thoreau or Emerson. Although the tragic humanism of Cavell’s Shakespeare does not sit well alongside the latest postures of critique, it is the particular brand of American liberal humanism, namely heroic individualism, that makes Cavell’s approach to certain American authors so uniquely unpalatable to the newer generation of politicized and materialist readers. The Cavellian problematic of self and other, however melancholy, is found to turn its back on materialism precisely where the given of the human spirit takes precedence over what is given to it as material subject. Socioeconomic readings of the capitalist American canon—and Emerson’s reputed sponsoring place in it—feel obliged to resist what they see as Cavell’s complicity in the elevation of the liberal free agent, emancipated by sufficiency to the leisure as well as the labor of spiritual contemplation. To borrow the title of Cavell’s book centrally on Emerson, Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome, the most unhandsome facts of economic determinism would be found by its critics to disfigure his very topic, occluding a class- and race-based problem of other bodies as well as (and before) other minds.4
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This is a difficulty in the assimilation of the Americanist Cavell that has, since Melville’s essay, been lucidly drawn out by Cary Wolfe.5 In a separate but not unrelated context, Emily Miller Budick sees Cavell as the potential mediator between the excesses of Americanist New Historicism and those of Anglo-American deconstruction.6 This mediation would be made possible by Cavell’s salutary effort to break the deadlock of what Budick rightly detects as a “linguistic (and hence moral and political) determinism” (59). For New Historicism, words are so saturated with cultural weight and hence ideology that they block hermeneutic freedom, whereas for deconstruction they are so underdecided that they resist reading. Ideological critique forecloses meaning in the culturally foregone conclusion; deconstruction foreshortens meaning into a verbally unfixed and decentered skid of reference, flattening the sign to sheer signifier. Each, as Budick puts it, “may obliterate the space between ideology and interpretation” (60). Cavell’s approach to reading would reoccupy that space, making it habitable once more. Here again two of the reigning movements of the last three decades in literary scholarship have stood to gain more than they knew from Cavell’s sustained discriminations.7 The same parting of methodological ways attenuates the conversation around Cavell’s Shakespeare studies as well. I will be turning to this “hesitancy” over Cavell’s version of Shakespeare after considering a resistance more pervasive yet, bedeviling the reception of Cavell’s work on Walden and The Philadelphia Story as much as on Othello. Cutting through questions having to do with difference of “opinion” in literary and philosophical circles, one writer has looked the problem straight in the eye. I refer to the question of Cavell’s style and to its most searching defense in the work of Timothy Gould, a defense which intersects with the larger issue of methodological reception at another level. Brilliantly relocating the problem of style as a problematics of voice philosophically defined, Gould thus situates manner at the heart of Cavell’s matter: a manner probing as it does the grounds of human connection, yet with a flourish that appears so self-involved, so “insinuating and domineering by turns,” that its writerliness seems to undermine the very claims of “ordinary language” on which it stakes its chances of success.8 Gould’s allusion to Wittgenstein’s “gaudy and painstaking modes of writing” (xii) would seem to apply in a different key to Cavell’s. That such extreme forms of expression should be mounted in Cavell to stage the possibility not of style’s signature effects but of communicable voice as a condition of human intimacy is a “central irony” (1) of Cavell’s work, according to Gould, and a disabling one in some quarters. Cavell’s diction is straightforward enough, no technical argot, and the syntax much of the time cadenced not unlike speech, but it all comes at us with a heft and velocity and wrought thrust that transfigures the ordinary (from within, perhaps, but often beyond recognition). At his farthest “pitch of philosophy” (from the title of Cavell’s recent book), the high-flying periods have an unholy confidence and bravura intonation that put us in mind of prose arias, but only in mind—not in earshot. To think of this as a case in point for the everyday voicing of human expression is a critical stretch. Gould makes it into a philosophical leap. But the temper of the times would not let every literary theorist take the plunge with him, as Gould is well aware. One name for this refusal, though vestigial enough at this stage of posttheorical cultural studies, is deconstruction. This is the literary school which
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Michael Fischer’s book had already joined a host of previous critics in teasing out as, in its own right, a form of skepticism: a skepticism on those overlapping fronts crucial to Cavell’s problematic, a doubt about the availability of the world (through reference), of other minds (through expression), and of myself (through any inner voicing of the cogito). Gould will not let the specter of deconstruction get in the way of what he has to say about Cavell’s modes of saying, nor of their place in the “model of reading” that he incrementally educes from Cavell’s hermeneutic as well as philosophic practice. Disentangling the suasive force of Cavell’s writing from all mystified aura of “metaphysical voice” (108−10), where self-presence is a grounding only because transcendental axiom, Gould attends instead to the pluralized and oscillating play of Cavellian voices in order to win them back, variously if not collectively, for a paradigm of conversible interchange with the reader: Cavell’s reader, yes, but before that the literary reader whose recruited investments in a text have been so powerfully examined by Cavell himself. To render this auditory of voices a shade more hospitable to deconstruction, with its overthrown phonocentrism adrift across the flux of the signifying mark, as one might be inclined to do by putting quotes around the “voice” of writing, would be mostly meant to clear the air for a sharper registration of the true Cavellian tone rather than to plug our (otherwise duped) ears to it. But in doing so, we are also beginning to track a more widespread reverberation of the deconstructive critique, one that collides with Cavell’s Shakespeare essays precisely where such critique, following the likes of Foucault and Althusser, has widened its aim beyond human textuality to the human agent itself as quasi-textual assemblage. We thus cross the receding threshold from deconstruction to constructionism. This will take a little more space to bring out. If my reflections had never been invited, there is already on record an essay that, as far as it went a decade back, serves expertly in this same line of inquiry: an essay staring over a paradigm brink when it still looked like a contested watershed. This is Richard P. Wheeler’s “Acknowledging Shakespeare: Cavell and the Claim of the Human,” whose title alone lodges two of its main points: Cavell’s continued dedication to the textual integrity of authorship and his abiding preoccupation with the human condition and its inherent finitude, in both its given and its self-inflicted limits.9 From the vantage of Wheeler’s essay in 1989, these commitments were found at odds with the New Historicism’s growing hegemony, as represented by such critics as Jonathan Dollimore, Jonathan Goldberg, and Stephen Greenblatt, each (with their deconstructively inflected posthumanism) arguing in different ways for the dissolution of authorial into social energy. Words are no longer determinedly those of the major author but rather discourses of the writer’s culture dubiously funneled through the single strong work. And anyway words no longer express the human subject off the stage or page either; in being evacuated from that subject, they void it by definition. Cavell’s passionate ear for “dialogue” (part of his commitment to conversation in Shakespeare, in Hollywood comedy, and in the circulatory energies of his own writing) would founder on this logophobic skepticism—if, that is, it were nearly so convincing an approach as Cavell’s own. Wheeler certainly does not find it so.
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But I have highlighted only two facets of Wheeler’s overview. For him, there are in fact five premises animating Cavell’s work on Shakespearean theater that have fallen into fashionable discredit since the 1969 appearance of the Lear essay: autonomy, unity, expression, intentionality, and human nature (136−37), each of which, as touchstones, can of course be seen passing between author and character—or constitutively denied to both at once. As “an attribute of art, of a work of art, of a genre, of an artist, and of a human subject” (136), autonomy has been decentered and diffused beyond (re)cognition—and with it the unity for which it strives, the intentional expressivity that fulfills it. The Shakespeare text, as model of such expressive unity, such autonomous plenary authority, no longer draws students and scholars of the period in the same way as it did—and does—Cavell. Wheeler takes us even deeper into the issue when he grapples more directly with Stephen Greenblatt’s influential reading of Lear, where the play’s theatrical illusion of violence and its purgation can be historically located not just in Catholic/ Protestant debates over witchcraft and exorcism—debates which we read today, in hindsight, as passe´, naive, and ideologically invested on both sides—but in the very retrofit of contemporary audience response.10 Here lies, for Greenblatt, the continuing cultural viability of a theatrical violence that sustains wholesale, by locally extirpating, the illusion of lived fullness in a world otherwise recognized as that of self-presentation rather than self-presence. Catharsis is overturned as paradigm by constructionism, a variety of what Greenblatt would call cultural selffashioning. From his slightly removed seat in the balcony, the structuring of desire seems clear. We go to Shakespearean theater not to live through a death but to live through the illusion of a depth of identity worth dying to confirm—an illusion long-lost to the present-day viewer. Compared to this historical distancing and emotional withering of the play in more recent criticism, even Cavell’s slips are, for Wheeler, the defects of an inestimable virtue. In Wheeler’s specific arguments with Cavell’s account of King Lear—in its purported underreading of incestuous sexuality in Lear’s panic over a loosening grip on his daughter—Wheeler finds that Cavell identifies so completely with the tragic hero that he participates in Lear’s own fantasy of unstinted reciprocation for a father’s love. A passing comment in a footnote is revealing here, since “such may be simply one of the hazards his criticism runs, dependent as it is on his deep immersion in the texts he reads. It is, I hasten to add, a hazard well worth running” (159, n. 28). In a further effort to pin down the terms of Cavell’s reading, its reason for never speaking the name of one of the loves that dare not speak its own, I need to mention two other orientations of Cavell’s work—in Shakespeare and in film—that have fallen out of favor, or at least popularity, before drawing the renewal they might have in an encounter with just that work: namely, a psychologizing rigor repeatedly drawn back to the family romance as the structuring fundament of all desire; and, equally urgent and waning, a metatheatricality so constitutive that it rethinks the whole formalist mandate in the reading of such “performance” texts. To draw out the inferences of the first, in the teeth of Wheeler’s critique, is at the same time to highlight a missed bridge to another of the most powerful literary thinkers of Cavell’s day. This is Rene´ Girard, whose searing view of derivative passion in postromantic literature, its always mediated or triangular nature, is partly
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explained in terms of an Oedipal rivalry that never goes away, that poisons all desire with contest, that deforms every love object into a rejection of the original. Oedipus is the blind patron of all discredited romantic passion. Or put closer to home: the father’s ghost hovers over all disenfranchised desire. In a passage to which Wheeler alludes (and from which he quotes a few phrases) in his argument that Cavell minimizes Cordelia’s felt incestuous threat from her father, we might well take this to be just the point of Cavell’s fine unfolding thought: I do not wish to suggest that “avoidance of love” and “avoidance of a particular kind of love” are alternative hypotheses about this play. On the contrary, they seem to me to interpret one another. Avoidance of love is always, or always begins as, an avoidance of a particular kind of love: Human beings do not just naturally not love, they learn not to. And our lives begin by having to accept under the name of love whatever closeness is offered, and by then having to forgo its object. And the avoidance of a particular love, or the acceptance of it, will spread to every other; every love, in acceptance or rejection, is mirrored in every other.11
This is not (pace Wheeler) to deny or even minimize Shakespeare’s sense of incestuous anxiety in Lear but rather to suggest that, in this play, the threat of incest lies not so much in looming abuse as in the disabusing of all illusions about love. In fortifying Cavell’s argument against Wheeler’s otherwise revealing demurrals, I scarcely wish to blame Cavell for not openly invoking Girard, far less to ferret out an “anxiety of influence”—here or in the repeatedly thematized avoidance of an incestuous deadlock in the Hollywood remarriage comedies taken up in Cavell’s Pursuits of Happiness. There is no retributive fantasy of poetic justice lurking here. It is not that Cavell is now punished by apparent neglect in some circles for what he himself commits in the case of Girardian triangulation: availing himself of a fallout so subtle and pervasive that it does not count as uptake. For even that would be an optimistic reading of Cavell’s own legacy as widespread and indelible. My point is rather that even the “deconstruction” of autonomous desire in Girard—its displacement into a chain of narratable substitutions—seems too literary in its application, in part because too character-based, for recent schools of social materialism and cultural poetics. Girard is concerned, like the great ironic literature he probes, to denaturalize from the ground up a human autonomy whose nonexistence is now taken untroublesomely for granted. Like Cavell, Girard writes as if major literature were the lens under which the deceits of desire come into focus, whereas the most sophisticated recent criticism insists on seeing literature itself, in its very form of dissemination, as implicated in the artificial maintenance of such desire, such constructions of the subject. In that second regard, if to a different end, the artifice of theatrical literature, with its complex lines of identification and distance on stage, has often preoccupied Cavell’s metadramatic commentaries—and offers a direct link to his suggestive ontology of screen versus stage in The World Viewed. The dramatic rather than cinematic side of these issues is never more fully articulated, however, than in his essay on Lear, with its pressing investigation of theatrical presence and remove. For Cavell, the untraversible distance from us of characters on stage is a function of a skepticism activated but bracketed by the theatricalized conditions of spectatorship. If the skeptical withdrawal from the world can, in general, be depicted as
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the reduction of life to a drama performed at a fixed distance from us, then drama per se can be called a skeptical therapy. And less because we feel for a suffering not our own than because we embrace our outsideness to all real pain as temporary. This is the way the stage work does its work for and upon its audience. Theater keeps our distance for us until closure, when its silence leaves the rest up to us. Shakespearean theater, by “giving us a place within which our hiddenness and silence and separateness are accounted for,” thus “gives us a chance to stop” (Disowning Knowledge, 104), which is to say a chance to start afresh, to take up with the world once more. A chance and a risk. When the play is over, and our powerlessness to intercept its pain has been lived through, we can now elect our presence again to the world beyond the stage, can cease sitting back from it. If theater succeeds, its power is less to have suspended our disbelief in the fictive (a relatively simple matter) than to have openly and artificially suspended our belief in the real, thus releasing us back to it in due course. Skepticism puts the world at a fixed distance; theater puts just that withdrawal on hold for the scene of another sort of distance penetrated at once by meaning and by feeling. In sum, the complementary relation between the skeptical and the theatrical installed by tragedy becomes a corrective one. The metatheatrical probity of this Cavellian dialectic is not calculated to win interest (forget credence) from those critics supposedly wised up about literary identification. Wheeler’s essay, as I say, offers a finely judged plateau from which to view, in retrospect, a widening and unfordable gulf in Shakespearean studies. A decade later, prospects cannot be said to have brightened.12 Beyond the early methodological fissures noted by Wheeler’s essay, especially the break into decentered semiosis that drove all pre-Nietzschean philosophic considerations from the field of early modern (formerly Renaissance) studies, it must also be said that there are two further “schools” out of sympathy not only with the reciprocations of metatheatrical sympathy in Cavell but with the whole ideologically freighted notion of “love”: the feminists and the Foucauldians. Cavell’s reception has been illserved by a sex-and-gender paradigm braced against the supposedly placid heterosexist norms in so much of his writing on theater and popular film. The feminist critic might well be so quick to see Cordelia’s victimage, for instance, that any investigation of the play focused through Lear’s skeptical deadlock might easily lose force. Unguarded asides of Cavell’s like the following from Disowning Knowledge do not help much either, as regards the tenor of reception in this camp: “Then are we to conclude that the issue of skepticism does not arise for women? (I do not want this question now to expose the apparently more general question whether philosophy as such arises for women” [16].) Fully justified in a context of a onesided anxiety in The Winter’s Tale about whether one’s children are knowably one’s own, the gendering of the skeptic’s pain leads Cavell into apparently exclusionary waters. When his thinking takes a similar turn in his book on the Hollywood comedies—where the male protagonist is repeatedly seen to assist in the “creation of the woman” by overcoming his own doubts about, if you will, the fullness of her company—the formulation can seem openly paternalistic, to say nothing of feminism’s underlying doubts concerning the whole book’s celebration of marital parity as a thing of wit rather than politics. For much of the misunder-
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standing that has attended such remarks, Cavell has sought not expiation but clarification in his prolonged engagement with feminism and queer theory in Contesting Tears: The Melodrama of the Unknown Woman (1996). But is the film studies (now cinema studies) audience he once unjustifiably lost even listening anymore? The avoidance of love goes even deeper, deeper even than the deconstruction of sex itself, in the Foucauldian (via Althusserian) master plot. We can approach this from material already at hand. What I am suggesting is that the differences so well demarcated by Wheeler between Greenblatt and Cavell do not reduce to a narrow specialist debate about metatheatricality in Shakespearean drama. The presumptions—or at least the moves (mutual evacuation)—that render the elegant schematic reversals of Greenblatt’s thinking so cleverly accessible were already at the time widely familiar to academic audiences well beyond the confines of early modern scholarship. They have to do less with the theatrum mundi rethought by Cavellian irony than with the private theatricals of identity-formation itself. From a perspective like Greenblatt’s, the tragic exit scene of any one dying hero on stage, with all that is sensed lost by such violence, would seem to forestall admission of a greater and definitional loss. Enter, of course, Foucault. The imitated plenary beings that give utterance to themselves on stage are the undead of humanism, yes, but we are their vampires as well—nostalgically feeding our own comforting illusions of presence. Shakespearean tragic heroes, that is, die for our sincerities, which have everywhere else lost their savor and faith. Their deaths hide the foregone conclusion of a greater Death: not of Christ, or even of God, but of the Human. Like sex, violence is the exception that proves the rule of integrated—rather than dispersed and transgressive—human agency. Foucault is everywhere the guru of this thinking—and the phantom sparring partner with Cavell, I suspect, in a widespread impatience with the latter’s terms. But this is a Foucault who has withdrawn so far behind the curtain as to leave his arguments as the very ether of received wisdom. The issue is no longer, as in Cavell, the perceiving subject setting out to theatricalize existence as its only way to know it, in distance and hence obliteration. The deeper issue, we are now shown, is that the subject is itself theatricalized from within, a construct and an enactment, or—in that most vitiated (and hence, one assumes, inimical) borrowing from Cavell’s own master, J. L. Austin—a “performativity”: the cogito replaced by something like “I do myself.” Cavell’s terms could only seem entirely backward, in both senses, to the Foucauldian initiate as posthumanist. Instead of love, there is violence in Shakespeare, yes, which we are to think, via Cavell, betrays all that any kind of love, sexual included, would affirm. But we have been smartened up since Shakespeare’s day. Sex, as is all the more obvious with love, is a discourse not a praxis, an armature of acculturation rather than its private chaotic remission. With a capital S for Signifier, Sex has been reified by the apparatuses of culture into a category, where otherwise its activity would be all too palpable and nonabstract. So, too, with violence. Where sex unsettles, violence punishes the body or mind at the additional expense, but also as the only proof, of the human spirit. Violation is everywhere in Shakespearean drama, this thinking would suggest, if only so that we might be a little more sure that there exists something to violate rather than merely to manipulate. It is also there so that, in recoil, we might even harbor thoughts of the
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inviolable. Watching characters who are “made up” on stage—invented and given face—and then driven to the limit of their existence, we are put in mind of all that we take, also on faith, to make us up. Under humanist ideology, then, character and role on stage do not deconstruct personhood but shore it up from the underside (projected as the inside) of dialogue. I continue to undo some of the inferential knots that bind up this thinking into a programmatic view, with the full knowledge that any summary of the position may harden to a cartoon. But so can Cavell be reduced to a cartoon caricature from the other side. In any case, some general outlines of the rift remain discernible. Tragic violence comes center stage in Cavell as a figure for a world-annihilating skepticism, a forced distancing of the other, a killing dissociation. But this is to pull up short, according to a reading like Greenblatt’s. Looking harder, we are meant to shred the veil of such tragic sentiment. Posed against all that desperation, cornered or crushed by such violence, surfaced as inference only by its own effacement, is the otherwise unstageable human essence. This makes tragic drama the ultimate sop to the attending mob. As an extreme form of two ideological shibboleths, individuality and privacy, the strain of tragic isolation is the cover story of ideology, masking a lack ingredient to the self and reified as a deficiency outside it. In this way is skepticism itself a problem manufactured by ideology as the very supplement of selfhood. In this way does Doubt get reified, set off as a problem for rather than about the self. Over against Cavell, skepticism emerges on this view as a prosthesis of the human subject rather than its greatest danger. This is to say that if the problem of other minds is the secular displacement of the problem of God, as Cavell shows, this same problematic, lodged at the heart of humanism as its negative image, is a tactical displacement of the problem of my own mind. Ideological interpellation depends on me thinking I know my own mind, and therefore knowing myself to have one, so that I can seem to choose what is already imposed upon me, what constructs me. If I can cordon off from self-image my annihilating doubts about the reality of other minds, then in my walled vacuum (which is actually my Althusserian state prison) I am still deluded into thinking myself freely empowered, if only in my disaffection and retreat. That is why, we are asked to realize, characters on stage suffering to their utmost do not, as they do (among other things) for Cavell, make me accept (rather than insist on) my distance from them with an empathetic clarity denied to me in the encounter with real others. Rather, so one version of the constructivist position would object, by the merest verbal signs, and however much othered by distance, these stage figments seem to bespeak a metaphysical inwardness which, once we credit it in them, we borrow by osmosis for our own thoughts, to say nothing of our own utterance. If selves can be known through the symptoms of their expressive trouble and doubt and endurance, then so may we be known, even unto ourselves. Suffero, ergo sum. On this account, skepticism about others, for Cavell the ultimate threat to something we might have called humanism, is in fact its soundest bulwark. The retrenchment against the skeptic’s repudiation of the world posits as a betrayal of the other what is in fact a reflex warrantee of the self. To remain locked within the problematic of skepticism as Cavellian philosophy (as well as bourgeois culture) does, we
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are told to see, is a way of underwriting the autonomous self that skepticism would seem to eviscerate. In other words, all that exercised anxiety about skepticism is a rather direct way of buying into the ideological lie of “unaccommodated man” as a “bare, forked,” organic, self-present entity (Lear 3.4.99)—when in fact the human being is a threadbare split subject held in place by the accommodating templates of the social network. Skepticism, therefore, despite all of Cavell’s florid angst, should be embraced, we are asked to realize, as the halfway house to a deconstructed modern agency rather than impugned as a lethal depletion of spirit: a case of epistemic lucidity rather than a cause for grief. But slow. If such objections do not seem quite to rise to the occasion of Lear’s howling desolation, Othello’s maddened grief, Leontes’s contagious paralysis, Hamlet’s tormented emptying-out of desire, and Antony’s lethal absolutism, then Cavell might be holding onto something in the plays that is worth not losing. If Lear avoids the incestuous intensity of his desire by driving away the other kind of love its human vessel offers instead, all so as to avoid acknowledging his own dependency and need; and if Othello avoids survived marital consummation for the same reason, trying to make love into death so that he will not have to live with never being sure enough of such love in the other to keep it going in himself; and if Leontes steels (or stones) himself against acknowledging the love of wife and child so as not to have to doubt, or even to live in the tolerance of such potential doubt, their legitimate relation to himself; and if Hamlet avoids love under interdict of the primal scene and its ghostly entailments; and if Antony knows love only as a foregoing of the world, and hence a fatality—if all this seems plausible precisely because moving, then Cavell has made his case that these self-assignations with a tragic fate offer facets of the same historically rooted crisis of epistemology: a skeptic turn from the otherness of the world and the minds that people it. Though we do not have in print Cavell’s views on the massive acceptance of the Death of Man hypothesis in literary discussion, one can only guess that its unexamined manifestation in study after study would strike him as doing what Shakespeare’s tragic heroes do, if without the pain or eloquence: turning skepticism into a fanaticism in order to render it invulnerable to inner doubts about the very logic of its outer ones. This is to say that the referential skepticism everyone sees in linguistic deconstruction extends to antihumanist social critique as well, which thus stands in need of just that continued challenge it is likely to eschew in Cavell’s Shakespeare book, among others. In light of that book’s very title, this is not just a case of disowning knowledge but of disavowing whole ways of knowing through words. I am not making this up. The most recent student teacher whose class I visited, a doctoral candidate in literature, happened to be teaching King Lear that period and led students through their responses to the scene of Gloucester’s blinding without ever opening the play during the hour, quoting a single line or phrase from it, or once mentioning metaphors or symbols of vision, either by name or concept. Apprentice scholars have other things on their minds these days, and the craft of reading slackens. The effects are generational, which is to say exponential. Students who have read only a little Foucault, taught by younger professors who have read with full enthusiasm little in criticism before him, are as likely to carry a grudge as a torch. The conse-
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quences spread beyond any specific political agenda, less mission than attrition. A political distrust of “great” writers has devolved into a disuse of great writing. Yes, the philosophic author of The Claim of Reason has his reasons, anathema to some, for seeing skepticism as the dead end of human reason; but, worse for the circulation of these ideas, in reasoning them out he also makes claims on our attention of an untoward (because so pointed) kind, claims to which increasing numbers of literary scholars have trouble cultivating a response. In nervous backlash, the charge of abstruseness becomes a euphemism for old-fashioned—or the slur word for too beautiful. When Cavell is at his hardest he may sound soft. In writing as if discourse could either retain or usefully invent a human voice, writing as if he would agree, for instance, with Timothy Gould’s way of reading him—as if there were the idea of a self left to be spoken for in that way—Cavell can seem to undermine the acceptance of his whole enterprise among the second-generation rank and file of social-materialist critics, not least because he makes just such assumptions on the reader’s behalf. Recalcitrance feels co-opted as well as impatient. We are nearing the heart of the issue, I am afraid. In a 1993 Bucknell University seminar printed alongside his published lectures on Wittgenstein, Emerson, Austin, and Derrida, an unidentified appreciative interlocutor is met more than halfway by Cavell: “When one reads Lacan one looks for hitching posts which allow you to oversee what you have read. I do something similar to that when I read your texts. I look for places where you make your discoveries.”13 Cavell: “And you have trouble finding them? That of course might be a sign of my failure to write or to think well enough. But it also might be a sign of my best success” (85). This as opposed to Lacan, one assumes. In Lacan, what one oversees from the hitching post is the whole much-tilled (if still rocky) methodological terrain. Seeking respite from the undulations of ruminative detail in Cavell, looking to see where he has driven his wedge or stake so that you can call it a post, even a signpost, you realize you have already been ambushed by an intuition from the far horizon before recognizing it as your own. Cavell continues in this ad hoc response to suggest that “what I want in writing philosophy . . . is to show that whatever discoveries are in store, they are not mine as opposed to yours, and in a certain sense not mine unless yours” (85). Note Cavell’s telltale phrase “in writing philosophy,” which is not to say not doing it, of course, or not living it, but which is more than to say, for instance, “talking philosophy”—or “thinking philosophically.” Philosophy is a textual practice. That is the way Cavell treats its history—and that is the way he enters it. This is a point expanded upon in a closing essay to the Bucknell lectures by Richard Fleming, where he highlights Cavell’s stress on philosophy less as a set of problems to be solved than as a set of texts to be read (109). But read how? Philosophically? Literarily? For Cavell, of course, literary textuality writes philosophically, and should be read that way, when it tackles those crises in language or relationship to which, in its separate sphere, philosophy, when locating them as problems, has thought to propose solutions—where it has in fact been (like literature in its different way) simply generating texts about them. The question remains: how to write—and read—such texts, within what permissive (or transmissive) limits. In his reply to John Hollander’s grandly appreciative
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review essay of The Claim of Reason, Cavell was moved—or should we say remotivated?—to find that the poet-critic Hollander was responding to something both poetic and novelistic in Cavell’s prose, since lacking “such perceptions of the fact of my writing, of a reality to its ambitions, it would have no way to achieve the ground of conviction it aspires to.”14 The point is reprised in a more complex way a few years later, where it is clear that the “ground of conviction” is not external to the writing act, not a matter of audience but of immanent force. In a headnote to the reply to Hollander when reprinted in Themes Out of School, Cavell recalls his gratification by explaining “that I look for the conviction of others in what I say only to the extent that I can manifest my own conviction by it” (141). This could well seem inside out. Only if he meant what he said could he expect others to be convinced by it: that would be the ordinary road of argumentative cogency in philosophical or critical discourse, a one-way street. In Cavell’s suasive circuit, though, other minds must fund or replenish the perception as if at its source. And what is this but the literary moment par excellence, intensively “voiced” so as to be the more readily ventriloquized by the reader’s own participation? It was in the same year as Must We Mean What We Say? one recalls, that Georges Poulet famously said of reading and its transfers of consciousness that I become “the subject of thoughts other than my own.”15 Cavell would return those thoughts to us as our own after all. And he would return them for the best of reasons, which is to say for reasons that go to the undernoticed crux of his entire writerly ambition. To admit to the fantasy of writing a prose that will be read by others as if they had thought of it themselves is not a rhetorical vaunt, let alone a sleight of hand, but rather the lodging of a phenomenological hypothesis—to be tested on the pulse of every new reading. It is therefore directly to the (missed) point here that Cavell’s sustained contemplation of the image in Thoreau of “heroic books” as like “stars” in a textual firmament, so that “they who can may read them,” has not been taken up either by the thinning ranks of literary phenomenolgy (or for that matter its critics) or even by such practitioners of a psychoanalytic narratology as Peter Brooks.16 The invitation remains ripe. For what Cavell educes from this master trope in Thoreau is a sense that stars are the least impersonal of texts, since it is in them that we read our own fates. As the astrological figure becomes a philosophical paradigm, so might it have also deserved account in the proliferating work on literary transference and countertransference, since for Cavell, amplifying Thoreau, it is the truest work of a text, in the act of reading, to read and interpret us. Hermeneutics gets reversed to cognitive therapeutics. As argued into the open here by Cavell, and as infusing the very texture of his writing in many other places, this is nonetheless a philosophically grounded view of literature’s reciprocal interchange gone unnoted by traditional reception theory as well as by the latest wave of psychopoetics—and left instead, in the best of hands at that, to the gripping last chapter of Timothy Gould’s philosophical commentary. So much for the literary roads not taken. Lately, we are often faced with the more immediate problem of no one at the wheel. In my lingering over this, time has come for a disclaimer. It could never sensibly have been the burden of this essay to suggest that all lines of recent literary inquiry conspire to diverge from
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Stanley Cavell’s unique intersection of philosophy and literature. A good deal of common cause has been lost, it seems clear, but this is no place for exaggeration or lament. Symptoms of hermeneutic decline hold the interest of these reflections only as they can help us, by default, to a clearer perspective on the operative logic of Cavell’s whole program, its implicit and pervasive theory of reading. Indeed, given Stanley Cavell’s abiding allegiance to the phenomenological grip of literary writing as bearing the potential for philosophical inquiry, he might well be among the first to agree that the risk of his own going unread is the least of the problems for so-called departments of English at this methodological juncture. It is the status of literary reading per se that is in peril, enervated by the very critiques that (in the first flush of New Historicism) drove reading to such voracious intake outside the literary canon. Let me make plain the sliding scale of negative associations that have attached to the literary object in whose spirited “profession” Cavell once helped instruct his academic neighbors. When read too brilliantly, a Shakespeare or a Thoreau may end up seeming inimical to all those who resist power in its every form, including the power of humanist eloquence. And not least because of the invasive power of such eloquence to render up images of ourselves. This is, however, a whole new level of retreat from the latent seductions of the literary signifier. Deconstructive reading, in its furiously literate heyday, used to be called against-the-grain reading. Rubbing literary texture the wrong way, exposing its weave and nap, roughening its surface, was at least a way of noticing that surface. But suspicious antihumanist reading is different. The ideologically compromised literary effect is now kept at arm’s length, often hermetically sealed off from any detailed notice. The suspect becomes the distanced. And reading without closeness is the very rejection of what Cavell would mean by reading. Over a decade ago now, and already looking back on years of wavering interdisciplinary response, Cavell wrote: “I become perplexed in trying to determine whether it is to addicts of philosophy or to adepts of literature that I address myself when I in effect insist that Shakespeare could not be who he is—the burden of the name of the greatest writer in the language, the creature of the greatest ordering of English—unless his writing is engaging the depth of philosophical preoccupations of his culture” (Disowning Knowledge, 2). Leaving aside whether the “ordering of English” remains a shared concern at all for the newer “adept” of literary qua cultural study, how was one ever to write (as well as to think) that insistence on the “Shakespearean” from across a disciplinary border? Cavell further puts the question to himself this way: “Is the issue of communication between philosophy and literature itself a philosophical or a literary issue? Something mannerly and no doubt something unmannerly in my prose is caused by acceptance of such a question and by my refusal to decide it prematurely, to decide it judiciously (‘It is both’), or to decide that it is undecidable (‘It is neither quite’), before closing with it, keeping it open, enacting it, experimenting” (3). In Cavell’s best moments, as in that last capping run of verbal apposition sprung from latent paradox (“closing”/ “open”), syntactic structure “enacts” the drive of its own onrushing thought. To write this way is to command reading closely—which is the answer to his own perplexity, once rephrased. If Cavell writes neither exactly philosophy nor exactly literary criticism, maybe what he writes is in fact literature.17 I almost said
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just plain literature, but what I would have meant even then is literature in its most complex form, where demand and reward are interchangeable. And not, of course, literature as opposed to philosophy. Instead, Cavell outstrips all truisms about the wedding of form and content in any discourse to generate a mode of writing more keenly inductive (versus propositional) than most philosophic exposition—but no less conceptually pressured: a mode and a mood of writing where the ordinariness of language is estranged from within (the old formalist benchmark in a new philosophic valence). In Cavell’s writing, just as in literary prose, argument and articulation grow indissoluble at the level of affect—and hence of conviction. And if literature is thus one fair answer to the question about what it is that he writes, then this would be the first and most obvious reason why mainstream literary scholars will increasingly have a hard time with Stanley Cavell, not as an interloper but as a challenge for which the skills and the taste and the very aspiration have atrophied. In the epoch of cultural studies, discourse analysis, and the semiotics of social energy, what are called legible texts do not exactly require what we once called reading at all. And to set out merely to decode, rather than to encounter along the very contours of expression, the writing of a Cavell or, for that matter, an Emerson is to give up the game in advance. After so jaundiced a view of the downhill slide in institutionalized literary study, I can be forgiven the need for an upbeat finish. Though undeniably providing litmus tests of our current academic malaise, Cavell’s pages offer, more importantly in the long run, its tonic alternative. The year was 1971, and not being a Shakespeare scholar, I suspect I had not yet come upon the Lear essay in Must We Mean What We Say? But I well remember the thrilling feel of a single reading moment three paragraphs from the end of Cavell’s brief and inexhaustible book on film, just out. This was The World Viewed, the play of its very title literary through and through. The moment in question was a response to the last shots of Carl Dreyer’s Joan of Arc, where the camera leaves behind a close-up of Joan at the stake for her own sighting of birds that “wheel over her with the sun in their wings.”18 In their wings, not on: a most Wordsworthian internalization. The literary is already in full swing, linked to the sense of cinematic epiphany. On view is film’s indexical record of a world surviving death—as well as the marked symbol of a personal resurrection. From the immolation of one life arises the immanence of a larger life of which the martyr has until now been a part. And more—which mostly goes unsaid, intuited between the lines, between the words. In death, there is always continuance. An immortality machine, film is the true medium of this secularized perpetuity. Those birds go on holding the attention of prose as well as camera in this tacit four-word ontology of all projected screen presence: “They, there, are free” (159). What is this but philosophy as criticism as poetry? The instantaneously eroded grammatical space between the nominative and the locative, between pronominal subject and its free and separate adverbial placement, arranges that one word should—as naturally, you might say, as can be—get phonetically detached from the other as the very microdrama of release in a monosyllabic theater of phrase. In the further swift gust of the verb across the cadenced swoop of “ey/ere/are,” we audit on the underside of writing a pervasive “air,” the subliminal breath of airiness itself, all but spelled out as the medium of uplift.
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As those numbering ourselves among Cavell’s captive audience know full well, this is the kind of prose flight that can readily be set loose, whether in a smiting brevity or a heady dilation, on any page of his work. As exactly a measure of his “best success,” it is the kind of thing that takes your breath away with thoughts you did not know you had until they seem drawn forth, already worded, from the back of your mind—and worded just ordinarily enough in their surprise to ring true. Even in this academic latter day and age, they still await the attuned reader. They, there, are free: yours for the taking, both in and up.
Notes 1. In Stanley Cavell, Must We Mean What We Say? A Book of Essays (New York: Scribner’s, 1969), 267−356. 2. Michael Fischer, Stanley Cavell and Literary Skepticism (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1989), xii, where Fischer notes of Cavell’s apparent dim hearing among “literary theorists”: “Despite Cavell’s longstanding indebtedness to literature, not very much has been written about him” (xii). Reasons are sought in the remaining chapters on theory’s refusal of “the ordinary,” a concept central to Cavell’s deliberations. 3. Stephen Melville, “Oblique and Ordinary: Stanley Cavell’s Engagements of Emerson,” American Literary History, 5.1 (spring 1993), 172. 4. Cavell, Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome: The Constitution of Emersonian Perfectionism (La Salle, Ill: Open Court, 1990). Widening the circle of otherness beyond human agency does no more to rope Cavell’s thinking into recent debate. It is only the latest sign of methodological disconnect that when Thoreau is wrenched free from both literary and philosophical consideration in the interests of deep ecology and ecocentrist theory, he is entirely—and counterproductively—detached at the same time from a potential Cavellian model whereby rethinking precisely skepticism’s defensive epistemological distance from the world might have helped, just might, to philosophize a nonanthropocentric rapport with the biological economies of the planet. The possibility would at least have been worth posing. Cavell’s powerful writing on Thoreau in The Senses of Walden (New York: Viking, 1972), however, goes utterly unmentioned in the roughly two dozen cited studies, not all of them late-breaking by any means, that find their way into a two-part New York Review of Books overview of the current naturalist debate on Thoreau by Americanist Leo Marx, “The Struggle Over Thoreau,” 24 June 1999, 60−64, and “The Full Thoreau,” 15 July 1999, 44−48. The story is not as full as it seems. 5. Cary Wolfe, “Alone with America: Cavell, Emerson, and the Politics of Individualism,” New Literary History, 25.1 (winter 1994): 135−57. 6. Emily Miller Budick, “Sacvan Bercovitch, Stanley Cavell, and the Romance Theory of American Fiction,” in Carol Colatrella and Joseph Alkan, eds. Cohesion and Dissent in America (New York: State University of New York Press, 1994): 48−73. For appreciative readings of Cavell’s Americanist thinking less immediately concerned to defend Cavell against tacit detraction, see Giles Gunn, who correlates Cavell’s project with that of neopragmatist literary critic Richard Poirier, in Thinking Across the American Grain: Ideology, Intellect, and the New Pragmatism (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1992), 146−49; and Barbara Packer, “Turning to Emerson,” Common Knowledge 5.2 (fall 1966), 51−60, whose own acquired taste for Emerson is traced out along lines of the conversionary experience—reading as the overcoming of resistance—detailed in Cavell’s own approach to Emerson. See also Sharon Cameron, “The Way of Life by Abandonment: Emerson’s Imper-
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sonal,” Critical Inquiry 25 (autumn 1998), 1−31, where Cavell’s confrontation of philosophy with autobiography (28, n. 36) is correlated with her sense of Emersonian negotiations between the impersonal and the subjective. 7. It seems exactly right that one of the rare engagements with Cavell here, and directly against Derrida, would come from the language poet and critic Charles Bernstein, with his own hypersensitive ear for Wittgenstein’s language games. In “Reading Cavell Reading Wittgenstein,” Boundary 2, 9.2 (winter 1981), Bernstein finds support in Cavell for his sense of Derrida’s work as “the philosophy of paranoia” (304). He explains: “The lesson of metaphysical finitude is not that the world is just codes and as a result that presence is to be ruled out as anything more than nostalgia, but that we can have presence, insofar as we are able, only through a shared grammar” (304), which is to say, via Cavell, only through keeping alive the possibility of reading, not only each other but ourselves. 8. Timothy Gould, Hearing Things: Voice and Method in the Writing of Stanley Cavell (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1998), 2. 9. Richard P. Wheeler, “Acknowledging Shakespeare: Cavell and the Claim of the Human,” The Senses of Stanley Cavell, ed. Richard Fleming and Michael Payne (Lewisburg: Bucknell University Press, 1989), 132−60. For the engagement of a general literary theorist rather than a Shakespearean scholar with Cavell’s book, see Gerald L. Bruns, “Stanley Cavell’s Shakespeare,” Critical Inquiry 16. 3 (spring 1990): 612−32. 10. See Stephen Greenblatt, “Shakespeare and the Exorcists,” Shakespeare and the Question of Theory, ed. Patricia Parker and Geoffrey Hartman (New York: Methuen, 1985), 163−87, an essay which nowhere mentions Cavell’s landmark reading of the play even though Greenblatt’s later encomium on the back cover of Disowning Knowledge—and here is another symptomic disjuncture in the “use” of Cavell—celebrates the essays as “thrilling and essential reading.” 11. Stanley Cavell, Disowning Knowledge in Six Plays of Shakespeare (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1989), 72. 12. A recent book (by Judy Kronenfield) called King Lear and the Naked Truth: Rethinking the Language of Religion and Resistance (Durham: Duke University Press, 1998) makes this all too clear. Despite Cavell’s probing speculations on the Christian subtext of the play, and, what is more, his project’s overall sense of “the problem of the other as the replacement of the problem of god” (Disowning Knowledge, 11), Kronenfield makes no mention whatever of his writing in the index or the voluminous list of cited works. This at least has the virtue of the naked truth. For there is in fact no point of contact, in this selfavowed study of historical semiotics, with the reach of Cavell’s thinking, even when it might impinge directly (but aslant) on the author’s chosen material. 13. Stanley Cavell, Philosophical Passages: Wittgenstein, Emerson, Austin, Derrida (Oxford: Blackwell, 1995), 85. 14. Stanley Cavell, “A Reply to John Hollander,” Critical Inquiry 6.4 (summer 1980), 589−91; rpt. in Themes Out of School (San Francisco: North Point, 1984), 142. 15. Georges Poulet, “Phenomenology of Reading,” New Literary History 1 (October 1969), 56. 16. For Cavell on this passage in Thoreau, see In Quest of the Ordinary: Lines of Skepticism and Romanticism (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1988), 16. For the complicities of invested and displaced identification in the reading act, as often foregrounded by frame narratives, see Peter Brooks, Reading for the Plot: Design and Intention in Narrative (New York: Knopf, 1984) and Psychoanalysis and Storytelling (Oxford: Blackwell, 1994). 17. This is a suspicion lent weight by Timothy Gould’s thorough case ( see n. 8 earlier) for the Cavellian task of language as deliberately “producing an illumination that is hard to
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capture in a paraphrase” (34). Not only do you have to have been there, reading along, but to just this extent Cavell’s own writing rises to the literary standard whose chief violation in the axioms of New Criticism was indeed “the heresy of paraphrase.” 18. Stanley Cavell, The World Viewed: Reflections on the Ontology of Film (New York: Viking, 1971; enlarged ed., Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1976), 159.
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Responses STANLEY CAVELL
After a number of amiable questions, some fifteen years ago, concerning my path from the study of music to that of philosophy and how that path might have affected what I expected from philosophy and how I imagined a contribution I might have anticipated making to the field—fairly familiar issues to me by then, yet still ones I was happy enough to try to think through in response to new formulations of interest—an interviewer asked me whether in my contributions I felt the philosophy or the writing to come first in importance, or inspiration. I puzzled myself by falling quite silent, I might almost say shamed myself, since, according to my philosophical upbringing, to confess, or even to give the impression, that the way prose is written matters as much, or in the same way, as what it says or seeks to establish, compromises philosophy’s intellectual purity from the start, and at the same time claims something from writing that no standing field could be expected to ratify. I seem, notwithstanding, or rather withstanding, to have had no choice over this hesitation, and I have persistently raised the question of philosophy and writing specifically when pressed, characteristically in connection with Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations or with Emerson’s Essays or with Thoreau’s Walden, briefly and more recently in connection with Austin, defending him against Derrida (sometimes briefly taking note of Kant’s Critiques as proving, or, say, having had to prove, that world-historical philosophy can be achieved by what we think of as professors, in academic prose), rarely in any explicit and concerted attempt to characterize my own manner. I suppose when I have spoken of how philosophy’s possibilities and necessities have presented themselves to me—an issue that arose in the first two essays I published that I still use, the opening two of Must We Mean What We Say? (the first is its title essay, the second is “The Availability of Wittgenstein’s Later Philosophy”)—I have increasingly sensed myself sometimes to be cornered by opposed, it can seem exhaustive, directions of thinking represented in the traditions of philosophy called the analytical or empirical and the continental or metaphysical (the names are notoriously poor ones, which for me, unlike for others of my acquaintance, suggests not that differences between them are not real and fateful but that they resist formulation, or, say, the discovery of some third place of perspective), and sometimes by the distrust of philosophy and literature of each other (more, doubtless, by the wall of the analytical line than by that of (a strain of) the continental. 157
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My stuttering in testifying to the intended precedence in my work of writing or of philosophy (against a reluctance to affect either indifference to the issue, or to claim equality between the alternatives, which would not be false so much as empty) persists, I find, in my responses to the set of essays presented in this volume, for whose quality and provocations I am most grateful. I mean that I am equally or alternatively drawn both to an interest in whatever so interesting a series of interventions have to say about writing and ideas of mine, yet at the same time no less strongly to a desire to contend with them when they seem to me not to have taken a particular point of mine. I have no intention of trying to keep track of which attraction prevails in which passages. The two initial essays of mine I just mentioned were both written in defense of what I could point to as something I wanted philosophy to be, the former in defense of the work of Austin, the latter of the work of Wittgenstein’s texts preparing for Philosophical Investigations. Both Austin and Wittgenstein, in the late 1950s and early 1960s, were repeatedly, in my hearing, under attack (and remain so, by powerful philosophical forces) as philosophically empty, even deleterious to philosophy. Richard Rorty in effect asks me—in his prompt review essay of my Claim of Reason, about the only serious and substantial treatment of the book as a whole to have appeared, so far as I know, for most of the decade after the book’s publication—why I care whether their work is accepted as philosophy, rather than, as they themselves sometimes seem to invite their reader to conclude, work that replaces, or escapes, what is called philosophy. Rorty is an American philosopher of my generation—and there is no other known to me who is intellectually or culturally more broadly informed—who came to be as dissatisfied with his philosophical education (which is as much as to say, with the contemporary dispensations of philosophy given to him) as, halfway through a Ph.D. dissertation, I found myself to be. I had had gifted, generous, committed teachers (it is a pleasure to cite, as I have in the past, the names of Henry Aiken and Abraham Kaplan and Morton White) and it seemed to me that each of them was, in different and not-so-different ways, also dissatisfied with contemporary developments in philosophy; but they were taking ways beyond them that were, for one reason or another, not open or not hopeful to me—each of them, as it happens, attempting to recapture something in pragmatism (in part through their criticisms of it) that its dominant cousin positivism had eclipsed, something like (maintaining their common allegiance to enlightenment thought and to the achievements of modern science) pragmatism’s concern to understand and further the, let us say, cultural role of philosophy in its relation to politics and education and science and religion and the arts. I crave something like this understanding and ambition, but as part of understanding and furthering philosophy’s quest for itself. Rorty asks, in effect, if academic or professional philosophy had, as I seem to imply in my criticisms of epistemology as conventionally taught during my graduate studies, largely abandoned any such quest by the time, two decades later, I was completing The Claim of Reason, why it is I bother to attempt to resuscitate that dispensation rather than save my breath for a direct engagement with more realistically attractive issues. I might say that resuscitation is not, for me, in question. Austin and Wittgenstein, as Rorty is right to suppose, have done their work; tradi-
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tional epistemology has not survived in anything like its traditional form, if at all. But their very success had the effect on me—paradoxical it may well seem—of renewing, indeed increasing, by shifting, its interest. Now the question becomes how its preoccupations could ever have seemed to express our fundamental concerns about our relation to the world and I and others in it, which, for me, is to ask how modern skepticism (in Descartes and Hume and Kant) can (have) come to seem the fundamental question of philosophy. To suggest, as Rorty no doubt facetiously does, that the rumor of depth to the surmise of skepticism was merely a ruse of professors trying to convince undergraduates of the significance of philosophy, is an understandably angry memory of tender time wasted and youthful goodwill abused. His serious criticism here is, I suppose, expressed in his demand of me “to show that ‘skepticism’ is a good name for the impulse which leads grownups to try to educate themselves, and cultures to try to criticize themselves” (p. 14). He thus alludes to, and seems conditionally to offer intellectual companionship in accepting, two of my favorite characterizations of philosophy’s aspirations for itself. The offer is handsome, showing how clearly and sympathetically Rorty perceives something fundamental to my ambitions for philosophy; but the condition he sets upon extending it is one I have to recognize that I had already failed (who knows how permanently?) to meet, for to characterize the name of skepticism as capturing, helping define, philosophy’s irreducible responsibility for the world, had been the guiding, however tangled, thread throughout the writing of The Claim of Reason. Something like the climax in tracing skepticism, in that book, is its concluding attempt to show its working in Shakespearean tragedy. It is a certain realization of a late intuition of mine that other minds skepticism is, in comparison with external world skepticism, the more fundamental orientation (The Claim of Reason, e.g., pp. 451, 454). Of the many asymmetries or interactions I propose between these addresses of skepticism, the one that at the moment seems to me to speak most directly to that intuition is this relation to tragedy, namely, that in the case of other minds the skeptical denial of existence is most clearly revealed, or expressed, not as discovered but as inflicted, as indeed my denial. Here Descartes’s notation of “astonishment,” in recognizing that he has no proof of the world’s existence, is the least of the matter. Here I am instead revealed as lethal, not a murderer of the world exactly, but the dealer of those small deaths of everyday slights, stuttered hesitations of acknowledgment, studied reductions or misdirections of gratitude, that kill intimacy and maim social existence. This perception of skeptical practice is what has led me sometimes to speak of skepticism as nihilism. (Skepticism shows its political face when policy rests upon a denial of the human existence of the other.) But Rorty will doubtless feel that this begs his question, which is precisely what the relation is of such instances of, let us say, skepticism, to that dreary discussion of invented surfaces of things and possible or impossible dreams or hallucinations that passes for the philosophical investigation of our relation to the world. This depends essentially, it seems, on Rorty’s opening description of his experience of The Claim of Reason as two books, one of which he expresses a liking for (Part Four, the longest part, the one that ends the volume with the discussion of tragedy)
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and the other of which a disliking for (Parts One and Two in particular). Naturally, I can see how one might feel this way. Part Four can seem simply and suddenly to wrench itself away from the moment in Part One from which it takes its cue, and begin again, in, as it were, a different frame of mind. I wonder how I might defend my conviction that the parts could not exist, or, say, would not be what they are, apart from each other, that they call for each other. I would like to say that the sense of the later “wrenching itself away” from the earlier, the air of beginning “again,” already implies a dependence, especially if one can feel that a certain wrenching, or desperation to achieve freedom, persists through the book to the end. Here I have to appeal to my sense of the Wittgensteinian event, which in my life incorporates and is colored by the Austinian (whose small body of texts remains, to my mind, drastically underread, as if their achievements are begrudged). In Philosophical Investigations, where what I understand as skeptical impulses are met with metaphysical assurances that must at best come too late, the defeat of ordinary language under the pressure of thought (or I have sometimes said, in the essential restlessness of the creature complex enough to be compelled to speech), we are held responsible for the illusions of sense that chronically come out of our mouths. These are, for example, illusions revealed in the perpetual examples whose counterforce upon our excesses we recognize not through acquiring and studying new facts but rather by bethinking ourselves of what we say and want to say about our lives and the world that grounds them. Recognizing the correctness of Wittgenstein’s replying to one who cries out “No one can have THIS pain” (striking himself on the breast) (Investigations, sec. 253), namely that this is no way to provide the criterion, or say to identify, a sensation, one recognizes (in oneself, not in the unfortunate habits of some beleaguered teacher or other) that one has distorted the world, the way things are, in an attempt to demonstrate, or assure, or confess, or deplore, one’s unknownness to it. We are left with a small instance in which are asked in philosophizing to take on the responsibility for the world. It will naturally be out of the question to say when the reality of such a demand will strike one. But without it, Wittgenstein, and the line of those he sometimes cites as his precursors, the James of Varieties of Religious Experience, Milton rather than Shakespeare, Kierkegaard, will remain no more than fine writers. Another small instance (they are all apt to be small, all ordinary, since all must fit what falls to our human hands, but their consequences are untrammeled, and unsurveyable) occurs, I find, in Rorty’s recent review of Bernard Williams’s book Truth and Truthfulness (London Review of Books, 31 October 2002). Countering the suggestion that pragmatism denies truth in denying the correspondence theory of truth, Rorty says: “For Williams himself accepts Nietzsche’s view that, as he puts it, ‘there is no standpoint from which our representations as a whole’ can be measured against the way the world is ‘in itself.’” (I am reminded of Wittgenstein’s remark that a philosophical problem is not well expressed as our inability to do something, for example, I imagine, see all of an object, know with certainty, will the consequences of our actions, have the feelings of another.) The Claim of Reason recurrently dedicates itself to tracing the production and power of a metaphysical idea of the “in itself,” with a view toward indicating that the failure of our represen-
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tations to correspond with what that proposes is not a fault in our representations, any more than the failure of a sword thrust to impress a ghost is a failure of the particular thrust. In its metaphysical intensity, “in itself” is used (or pressed), in Wittgenstein’s familiar term, outside its language game(s). The term implies that there are language games in which the idea makes perfectly good sense: “It’s the ambient light that makes the shawl look lavender; in itself it is blue.” But there is no general set of given conditions under which we (must) view the world as a whole, or fail to view it, so there is nothing to call the way the world is in itself. The shawl is blue. Or again: “It is true that the shawl and the gown are both blue, but their different saturations clash.” The idea that a pragmatist accommodation or compromise enters into (what we mean by, want from) the objectivity of the concept of a thing’s being, for example, of a blue color is misplaced reasonableness; metaphysics’ refusal of accommodation (its placing of the in itself absolutely beyond us) should not be accommodated; it is a human (mis)construction, to be, in Austin’s term, dismantled, or, say, defrocked. The shades of blue, it is important to me, and I have a right, to insist, clash (to my eye). We may get no farther, but this clash between us reveals something coming between us, a limit in our mutuality (like not sharing a sense of humor). What causes metaphysical (and skeptical) self-defeat is, for Wittgenstein, we might say, an incurable, but not, we could say, ungovernable or unassessable fact of human existence (as it stands), of the life form of the creatures with speech. From this perspective, pragmatism is a distraction from a knowledge of our condition, a false relief from the task of grasping its consequences, call this the consequences of finitude. (To give up the quest for certainty concerning the in itself is to give up nothing—which turns out to be hard to do. I am inclined to say that to give up the quest for certainty regarding our fundamental convictions concerning the way our lives are is to give up seriousness in our judgments. They may be overthrown.) The human existence portrayed in Philosophical Investigations, as I see it, is one of continuous compromise with restlessness, disorientation, phantasms of loneliness and devastation, dotted with assertions of emptiness that defeat sociability as they seek it (“I know how tall I am,” placing my hand on my head). Pragmatism is surely a grand relief (I may say a godsend) in an emergency caused by superstition, bias, idolatry, magic, or another darkness of ignorance, as when the young doctor in Bleak House puts the best available intelligence into his caring of Esther in her terrible illness. But in the incessant, inattentive forces and effects of ordinary exchanges in which most of life is spent, where we sense ourselves lost, our intelligence baffled, a further reflectiveness is in demand; Wittgenstein calls it understanding, the understanding it is philosophy’s vocation to identify and prompt us to. Wittgenstein characterizes speaking outside language games as being led to speak absolutely, to ask for absolutes (e.g., the absolutely simple parts of a chair, as in sec. 47). The alternative is not speaking relatively, since that idea maintains the metaphysical impulse to imagine that there is something coherent that in principle is truer than anything we can say. What Wittgenstein seeks to understand, what Austin seems unable to face, is our craving to speak without a point, to be dissatisfied with what can be meant, with this condemnation to speech.
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My sense of what I want from my writing is the registration at all times of what I have called the threat, or menace, of skepticism, expressed as the sense of the restlessness of, the compromise with, the ordinary. I shall not now, since none of my commentators on this occasion raise the issue, attempt to compare, to trace the connection of, this constant compromise of the everyday with the political compromise with justice we live with, hence ratify, in societies that at their best are good enough (that embody justice enough, meaning that they contain justice enough to permit reform) to consent to. We are responsible for our participation in both registers, call them roughly the private and the public (in a sense they are neither). With philosophical exchanges, as noticed in ordinary language philosophy, we are responsible at all times for our skeptical and metaphysical flights and plights; with political exchanges we are responsible, when addressed by a cry for justice, for judging both whether our society’s partial compliance with justice (using Rawls’s idea) is acceptable to us, and for responding by indicating how we are serving that compliance, bearing its compromise, well enough for us to live with it happily, as happily as the sadness of the world permits. I suppose philosophy’s distinctive contribution to political argument—doing what will not be done if philosophy and its contesting with skepticism does not undertake to do it—is to register whether our arguments with enemies are leveled within a realm that grants humanity to our enemies, withholding which, out of our skeptical and metaphysical capacities, withholds us from our humanity. Several essays (those of Stephen Mulhall, Simon Critchley, and Garrett Stewart) explicitly, within their differences, make a point of the way I write, something I know presents a problem for some who might in principle wish to read me. I am grateful to have the issue presented to me since I feel particularly unsteady, as I have indicated, in determining how to come to my own defense over it. Mulhall’s epigraph, from Anthony Kenny’s review of The Claim of Reason, shows the address of his response to be, in the first instance, turned toward experienced, sophisticated philosophical readers who, it seems, are exasperated by the writing precisely because they feel it spites the very talents that produce it. Mulhall’s strategy, as it were, is to show, continuing the example Kenny adduces from the beginning of the book, that the writing of the opening paragraphs of the book is, let us say, responsible, that “trimming” it, as Kenny advises, would deprive it of something I evidently judge as essential to describing, and exemplifying, my aspirations for the book. It is, it hardly needs saying, gratifying to have one’s aspirations so well and specifically and sympathetically understood, and to have the sympathy attested by the risk of using forms and formulations of my own as formulations of his, acknowledged when he cites a text of mine that concentrates on the opening paragraphs of the Investigations, and sealed when he concludes his opening paragraph by repeating, or trying, in his own voice the concluding sentence of the offending opening paragraph of The Claim of Reason. But however gratified I am by the strategy, I can imagine that it may only increase the offense. (As if one were to respond to the advice to trim by remarking that “trimming,” while it can mean getting rid of excess, can also mean adding ornamentation, opposite ways, let us say, of achieving balance and solidity.) The offense seems to concern
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the expression of such aspirations at all, in particular an expression that embodies them. For it is hard to imagine that one reading that opening sentence of mine was unaware that its author had had some sense of its strangeness, had indeed gone to some trouble to realize the surprising impulse to begin this book with a gesture calling attention to the difficulties of beginning to philosophize, to mark off the particularity of that ambition, let us say confess the arrogance of it, one might even say the outrageousness of it. The value of such a gesture is hard for the writer to judge. In my case I can see that, having published three books in roughly successive years beginning a decade earlier, to no very evident notice, I wanted to begin again with some indication that I recognized my manner, and interests, to have given some offense and that, since that seemed, and seems, to me not a matter of willfulness on my part, I could at best show an awareness of my idiosyncrasies, if that is what they are, and an intention to take on responsibility for them. But I can see a little further. I take Mulhall’s partial echoing of certain of my procedures as earnest of good faith in his declaration as a guiding intuition of his that The Claim of Reason’s characterizations of the Investigations, and instructions in reading it, are at the same time a species of something like abstract self-characterizations of, and instructions in reading, The Claim of Reason. I do not wish to deny the intuition, but it may seem rather more startling in its unprotectedness than it needs to be. Something like identification with the text under investigation is apt to be produced more obviously by the mode of, let us call it, interpretative criticism that I bring to texts that particularly interest me, than is produced by the argumentative mode of criticism more normally practiced in professional analytical philosophy. I was, anyway to begin with, and for a long time, much less interested in whether I agree with Philosophical Investigations, than in discovering how that text has managed to find expression for impressions and ideas that I had to make sufficiently my own to continue from, in order to follow my own work, as if to attempt to avoid them (as if that were my only alternative) would have created destructive obstacles or evasions. (It seems to follow that it is on the whole a good idea not to encounter Wittgenstein too early in one’s experience of philosophy. Although it may be with certain texts as Freud sometimes says of unripe interpretations of sexual material—they should do no harm, since those unready for them will not understand them.) If there is defiance in my pursuing a different path here, in, for example, concentrating more on Wittgenstein’s, as it were, literary register than sorts well with current philosophical decorum, the defiance is directed against the idea that my way shows more arrogance in response to his texts than does a dismissal of the literary in favor of a professional insistence that counters, or represses, that register in favor of a literary register that maintains a more purely argumentative, distancing, face. I add a further modification to the idea of The Claim of Reason’s reflected selfcharacterizations. That idea fits the manner of Part Four more closely than that of the earlier three parts (except for the opening paragraphs to which Mulhall gives his concerted attention, written after the years of revisions of the text were completed, so that at about the middle of page 6 the writing moves into, and palpably maintains, exactly the words of the opening of my original dissertation, completed some sixteen years earlier). This suggests two improvements to the accuracy of my
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earlier description of the texture of Part Four as wrenching itself away from that of the earlier parts. First, the first three parts were the result of embarking on the writing down of a selection of material that was, for the foreseeable future of itself, meant to stay, let me say, shapely and disciplined enough to be accepted as a doctoral dissertation. The writing was not everything, but by no means external to the thing I had come to expect of myself in relating myself to professional philosophy. It was essential to this expectation that I had accepted and gone through the years of an assistant professorship in the absence of a doctoral dissertation, which meant that by the time I completed the dissertation, embodying the results of five years of teaching, it was a document that contained a considerable amount of work I had lived through and had confidence in. But second, for this reason the writing periodically, almost chronically, would threaten to bend the constraints of academic exposition too far, or as I sometimes felt, leap out of its skin. I feel this prominently, with some continuity, at the conclusions of chapters 4 and 5 of Part One. The question that effectively begins the movement of Part Four—“In what spirit does Wittgenstein ‘deny’ the ‘possibility’ of a private language?”—is repeated from that region of chapter 4. I seem to have had the thought that the seeming arbitrariness of that casual beginning, starting from what first occurred as a mere aside, could suggest that unpredictably many—any—past sentences and words of the text might show themselves to want or need to be taken further, that philosophy is inherently a matter of going over something, starting again. (Not a particularly happy thought for one trying to finish a dissertation.) It was out of some such idea of the philosophical that the break into Part Four was, in retrospect, called for. Without it, the ideas of the opening three parts did not seem to me to warrant publication; and at the same time I felt sure that Part Four would not be professionally acceptable material apart, at a hope, from its departure out of those opening parts. One foot in, one foot out. Then, as Freud put the matter, concerning a related sense of progress, in ending the pleasures of his Beyond the Pleasure Principle, citing what he calls the words of the poet: “It is no sin to limp.” (Are we to register in this an allusion to the condition of Oedipus? If we did we would have to start again, but down a different path.) While Simon Critchley generously perceives my writing, “with its endless play of voices and its sheer aphoristic force” (p. 51), as recalling the practice of romantic fragmentation, even as “an amnesial rewriting of [Friedrich Schlegel’s] Athenaeum Fragments,” he brings the work of the writing within the orbit of his own project in recalling romanticism, something I am glad of even though he consequently finds cause to contest my reading of a text we both adduce in furthering our thoughts in this region, namely Jean-Luc Nancy and Lacoue-Labarthes’s greatly valuable The Literary Absolute. I do not wish here to defend my reading or use of their work against Critchley’s, and I confess defenselessness against his charge that I “overlook the decisive influence of Blanchot’s conception of literature” (p. 42) on these writers—I am still barely beginning to read Blanchot. But it may be worth noting that a few minor inaccuracies in Critchley’s account of what I do seem to me caused by his way of contextualizing what that is. His principal questioning of
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my faithfulness to, or misreading of (p. 39) The Literary Absolute is represented by my apparent claim that the romantic demand for the unification of philosophy and poetry is “given a ‘fair realization’ in the writing of Emerson” (p. 40), which might have been consistent with my claim that it is work in progress, except that when I repeat the claim I omit the qualification “fair” and thus in my own voice claim that Emerson’s work actually is “the realization of the ideality of romanticism,” namely, claim that it is the literary absolute (p. 41), or in Emerson’s predicates, is “the transformation of genius into practical power” and is “the gradual domestication of the idea of Culture” (ibid). But I do not, in dropping the qualification “fair,” drop all qualification of “realization.” What I say, after saying that “Emerson’s work presents itself as the realization of that vision [of the union of poetry and philosophy],” is that “maintaining fragmentariness is part of Emerson’s realization of romanticism” (quoted on Critchley’s p. 40). I cannot recapture a sense of what caused me to place that emphasis on realization, following the qualification “presents itself as”; I surmise it was an attempt to suggest that Emerson’s goal was to make the goal itself realistic, as I go on, in effect, to replace “fair” (meaning roughly, as Critchley recognizes, “the best available under present circumstances” [ibid.]) by the specification of the work as “Emerson’s,” thus qualifying, limiting, the work as Emerson’s effort at realization, in contrast with an absolute realization. I gather that Critchley interprets the passage so as to read with the emphasis “Emerson’s realization,” while dropping my qualification “presents itself as.” It never occurred to me to guard further against such reading (perhaps I continue to underestimate the philosophical difficulties that task might run), since my emphasis on fragmentariness, and the context of “the gradual domestication of culture” and “the transformation of genius into practical power” occur in a context of Emerson’s calling for patience (the closing paragraph of Emerson’s “Experience”), which in effect is a demand for the kind of waiting, or, say, suffering, necessary to achieve a new future. It is a future I imagine characterized by Emersonian ideas of “unsettling all things”—a remark directed at those who claim to have “settled” America—and the perception, one I have quoted repeatedly, that “Around every circle another circle can be drawn.” In recent years I have rather harped on Emerson’s citing of the idea of “a new dawn at noon” (picked up from Wordsworth and Milton), which I have understood to be transfigured in Nietzsche’s calling for a philosophy of the future. I take the idea to mean simultaneously a future philosophy, or, say, a future in which to philosophize effectively (a thought broached at the end of book 9 of Plato’s Republic), as well as a (present) philosophy interpreting futurity; the future is not, so to speak, the natural successor of the present, but a departure to be seized and recommended in one’s own life and work. The future of philosophy and the philosophy of the future can only occur together; or say that the future is an intervention of philosophy, a certain (perpetual) overcoming of itself. (Emerson puts the thought by saying that the young owe us a new world.) This is what I see as compressed in Nietzsche’s ¨ bermorcharacterizing the philosopher as the man of the day after tomorrow, of U gen, of the overmorning, a supermorning, a morning beyond morning, what Nietzsche calls “the philosophy of the forenoon.” (Why does this idea not succumb to ¨ ber-BegrifWittgenstein’s attack upon philosophy’s drive to “super-concepts” (U
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fen, as in Investigations, sec. 97)? Perhaps because Nietzsche is not advancing a thesis, but describing, however oddly, or in however compressed a form, how things strike him. Take it or leave it.) My guess is that Critchley is helped to his thought of my claiming to possess in Emerson an absolute realization of romanticism’s call for a union of poetry and philosophy by what I called, a moment ago, a few minor inaccuracies in his descriptions of my work. For example, unless I mistake the narrative tone, Critchley takes me to say that “The idea of a criterion, which is understood as the means by which the existence of something is established with certainty, thereby refuting the possibility of skepticism, fails to provide us with the certainty we desire. . . . Cavell concludes that my criteria will always fall short” (p. 48). That articulation of criteria (almost irresistible, I found for years, in reading the Investigations) is on the contrary an idea attributed in The Claim of Reason to skepticism’s understanding of itself. Wittgenstein’s opposing idea is that criteria, in association with grammar, tell us “what kind of object anything is” (sec. 373), thus leaving open what kind of issue is posed by the sense of needing some further proof of existence—so that criteria do not “fall short” in their specification of the real. The sense of their falling short lies in us, creates, or accounts for what I call a disappointment in our knowledge, which nothing short of a new future, a new stance of humanity, could overcome. (This is something I take to be implied in Critchley’s major accuracies, if I may express my gratitude so, in emphasizing that the everyday or ordinary for which Wittgenstein seeks to “return” is not to be identified with, is indeed concealed by, an “ideologically repackaged ‘common sense’” [p. 38], and his linking what I speak of as the “eventual” everyday with Heidegger’s sense of Ereignis [p. 37].) Nothing I have said blunts the pertinence of Critchley’s pointed questions to me about the privileged status I assign the name “Emerson” in my discourse, and hence what I mean by “America.” I do not know that I can say much briefly of much use. The place I begin is with my sense that Emerson’s (and Thoreau’s) claim to philosophizing is, and has from the beginning been, largely repressed, condescended to, in American philosophy and American literary study. (Even the American philosophers who loved what Emerson accomplished, particularly Dewey and William James, were unable to do much textually with him, I mean take up the transcendental, daily intensity into their utterances. I do not say they should have; I say they are different.) Nietzsche, as seems to be coming better known, continued to take inspiration from Emerson with astonishing intimacy, including that of aggressively altering what he took. And, as I have said, this intimacy is largely forgotten as suddenly as it is remembered, since the inherited picture of genteel Emerson is incompatible with Nietzsche’s extravagance of observation. But the question is why I care about this. One answer is that Emerson’s relation to classical (European) philosophical discourse (with its necessities and contingencies, impressions and ideas, essences and accidents, fate and will, appearance and reality, nation and land, intuition and argument) is one of irony and suspicion, in a manner still, I trust, affording inspiration to philosophy. Another answer is that if philosophy’s generality and illumination is not that of science, is in a sense not
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global, even resists the global (even while it universalizes), then the idea of one of philosophy’s tasks as bringing a culture to consciousness of itself can be done only by one who touches that culture’s singular unconsciousness. I do not say this can be done only by one who is native to the culture, any more than I say that those native to the culture are mostly in a position to accomplish it. A further answer is that the America I have wished to discover (Emerson insisting, in effect, that it exists only in its discovery) is the America in which Emerson and Thoreau oppose its view of itself as destined to what Critchley calls continentalism, say in the form of Manifest Destiny and wars with Mexico. Still further, or further back in my mind, is Locke’s unforgettable remark that in the beginning all the world was America. The form the thought releases in me is one begun in Emerson’s suggestion that America does not exist, or is not inhabited, that it has not been approached and arrived at. The thought, panic-struck, is that there may be no longer an America, not because of its global dispersion, but because the idea of democracy, of inclusive, equitable, mutual legislation, cannot be mocked indefinitely without threatening to disappear. My characterization of Emerson and Thoreau as philosophers of immigrancy (a kind of opposite of Heidegger’s thoughts of dwelling and building) includes the sense that it is apt to be in memories of oppression that freedom remains heart’s blood. Yet some are capable of imagining oppression as if they are remembering suffering it. James Conant patiently and satisfyingly identifies and questions various ways of mistaking my interest in discovering an American difference in philosophy, and goes on constructively to locate the conceptual field of my concern by deploying Kierkegaard’s distinction between subjective and objective categories in order to define “the peculiar concept of America,” and in a large middle set of sections omitted from the present version of his text, he adduces details of a project of Seferis’s that puts a comparable pressure on the concept of Greece. I appreciate the coup of the idea—apart from the intrinsic interest of the Seferis case—in this way of recommending a hesitation in concluding that the issues raised for me in the concept of America are “a fuss about nothing at all” (Conant, p. 60). Among the other comparable concepts Conant cites, beyond Kierkegaard’s “Christian” and “Dane,” are “husband” and “philosopher” (ibid., p. 57). Since the Seferis material is not before us, I shall focus for a moment, out of the array Conant presents of peculiar concepts, on that of “philosopher.” It is my impression that my seeking an American difference of philosophy in the writing of Emerson creates an impatience with respect to the concept of America, but something more like disapproval with respect to the concept of philosophy—disapproval, I suppose, particularly with the implication that there is more than one way, even conflicting ways, of becoming, hence recognizing and evaluating the work of, a philosopher. (I assume, perhaps wrongly, that it goes without saying that I cannot be understood to recommend that all—American?— philosophers turn to a study of Emerson. My rescue effort, as I sometimes grandly think of it, is strictly to lend an ear to those who, drawn by the knowledge of Emerson as a scrupulous thinker, are apt to be dissuaded by reasons external to philosophy from following their attraction. If that attraction, pursued, is not enough
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to undo what I call the repression of Emerson as a thinker by his culture, then there is no hope for it.) The peculiar difference in the instance of the concept of philosophy, using Conant’s application of Kierkegaard, is suggested in the very fact of objective ways of challenging being a Christian, a husband, an American (no record of baptism, no acceptable document of divorce from a previous marriage, defective naturalization papers), whereas we all recognize cases of significant philosophical voices who have no institutional credentials for their authorization to compose philosophy. Nietzsche is perhaps the most lurid modern case here; Rousseau and Hume would be other interesting cases. Suppose we say that the criterion of being a philosopher (after its self-distinction from being a scientist, or a theologian, or an artist) in the absence of objective credentials, is that other philosophers recognize the work as pertinent to their thinking. But is not that really all that shows any work to be philosophy, since one with objective credentials may produce work that is not (even does not purport to be) philosophy? The regress (who recognizes the philosopher who recognizes another philosopher?) expresses the fact that philosophy can accept no authority beyond itself. But there is something more at stake. If it is taken to follow from the criterion of recognition that there is no formal criterion of philosophy (for example, the presence of an elaborate and predictable form of argumentation), then what is looked for in the recognition of philosophy is, let us say, its seriousness. (Two summers ago at the annual Wittgenstein congress in Kirchberg, the year of the fiftieth anniversary of Wittgenstein’s death, half of the members of a panel on the reception of Philosophical Investigations were prepared to say either that that text is not philosophy, or consists of work so poor in its self-understanding as to belie any effort to promote it as representing a signal philosophical achievement. I am taking the perpetual existence of a conflict so fundamental within the ranks of professional philosophers as a mark of the nature of philosophy, in particular, in our age, that it is not a (function of) science. That is to say, it is a mark of its nature that the claim that philosophy is science, a particular body of advancing knowledge, must be contentious. Then the persistent threat to philosophy is not, or not alone, irrationality (in the form of bias or superstition or fanaticism, any of which argumentation can serve) but fraudulent seriousness, call this sophistry, born with philosophy, as it were its envious (because despised) twin. I take Nietzsche’s call for joyfulness, following Emerson’s, and Austin’s and Wittgenstein’s punctual hilarities, as expressive of the irreducible vulnerability of philosophy to false seriousness. I might at the same time take the attraction to the particular originating beauties of analytical philosophy to be its promise of defeating or exiling fraudulence from philosophy from its beginning. (This was explicit, and insistent, in Austin’s instruction.) But suppose that philosophy’s bad twin is not another than yourself, but rather allegorizes the ineluctable position of finitude, namely, that one’s quest for reason and for freedom requires a perpetual overcoming of guises in oneself in which reason and freedom are beguiled, fixated, stranded. The kinds of passages I have favored in citing Emerson (e.g., “I would write on the lintels of the door post Whim”; “Every word they say chagrins us”; “We lie in the lap of an immense intelligence”; “Patience, patience; we shall win at the last”;
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“In every work of genius we find our rejected thoughts return to us with an alienated majesty”; “Is it so bad then to be misunderstood?”; etc.) seem to me understandable as concealing/revealing expressions of, tests of, philosophical seriousness. I know of no consecutive prose that internalizes these concealments/revelations more systematically than Emerson’s, including their paradoxes: “We dare not say ‘I think’, ‘I am’, but instead quote some saint or sage”—in this writing of what we must dare to say, has Emerson said it, or just quoted the sage Descartes saying it? Seriousness is here exemplified as a form of originality, of which anyone should be capable, a demand for the origination, call it, of one’s utterances. In Wittgenstein’s manner: “What we do is return words from their metaphysical to their everyday use”—which is to say, a use I can own as mine. Conant several times recurs to the American tropism toward Europe for ratification of what counts as intellectual sophistication. It is something that Emerson shared, and fought, not alone in others. Let us remember that it is only within well into the twentieth century that American music and American painting have entered into the history of world art (jazz and film are something slightly else). American classical literature traveled more readily; but the current interest I have noticed in Europe in the writing of Melville and of Wallace Stevens takes place in the absence of a knowledge of the ambience of Emerson throughout American writing. My prediction is that the interest will not sustain itself so. The concept of American philosophy not only contrasts with the concept of European philosophy (I do not guess how well-defined a concept that is) but, in Emerson and in Thoreau, suggests a confluence of Western philosophy, behind Europe’s back, with Eastern philosophy (linking up with a strain in Schopenhauer and in Nietzsche). That there is still need for extravagant measures in counterbalancing Europe’s dictation of intellectual standards (even in an era in which Europe is in many spots adopting Anglo-American analytical philosophy, that is to say, reclaiming some of its loss to England and America of the originators of analytical philosophy from pre-war Vienna and Berlin) is indicated, to my mind, by the current strong pressure in Europe to identify American philosophy as pragmatism. I do not think Sandra Laugier’s interest, from her European perspective, in the fate of philosophy in America is unrelated to these considerations. I have profited (beyond the incessant opportunities for clarifying and furthering my thoughts in discussing with her problems arising in translating texts of mine) from her insistence, for example, on the idea of Wittgenstein’s and Austin’s philosophizing about, and in, the ordinary, as bearing decisively on the current, dominant discussion in English-speaking philosophy concerning questions of realism and of naturalism. I have no quarrel with what she says in her essay, and what I might add to it would be better explored in less haste in other circumstances. I would like to acknowledge that it is her unusual featuring of Austin in her account of contemporary developments in American philosophy that have helped prompt my return to Austin’s texts with renewed remuneration (as Austin might have been glad to call it). Critchley says, having found my treatment of Emerson “Un-Cavellian,” “What is Cavellian and romantic, in my view, is the endless wriggling between criteria and skepticism, a movement that is manifested in both romantic texts and the Investigations them-
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selves, but equally in the fragmentary quality of Cavell’s prose. Exemplary in this regard . . . is Part Four of The Claim of Reason.” This movement seems more or less to be what I earlier called my sense of Part Four as maintaining a sense of being “wrenched,” pulled this way and that. One struggle is between criteria (i.e., the ordinary) and skepticism (the desire for the empty, freedom from myself); another is between the ordinary and the aphoristic (the desire for the transcendental, for a satisfaction out of the ordinary that is not provided by the provision of language games, that indeed will eventually be disappointed by the correction in language games). Such matters raise two further questions: How am I (each of us) in a position to speak for (all) others? (It is a question Sandra Laugier emphatically recurs to.) And also: What fits me in particular to voice what we say? Evidently I must show how it happens that I have become aware not alone of our common ground, but of the fact, or circumstance, that we do not occupy it in commonness, that our commonness is woven of illusions. This latter awareness is, perhaps one can say, of the circumstance that I do not share my native language. Emerson expresses this, I should say, when he cries out, “Every word they say chagrins us” (“Self-Reliance”), and Nietzsche when he asks, “Who today knows what loneliness is?” (new preface to Human, All Too Human). How do we live with this knowledge of the, let us say, compromise of the ordinary? This rather reverses the traditional question of epistemology, namely, What can I know—what justifies, what is the basis of, my claims to knowledge of the world? Our question becomes rather, How can I not know the basis of my knowledge, that this is a hand, this a stone, this a man? How do I repress this knowledge of what we cannot just not know? While that is not a question Austin would have been pleased to consider, it was in his classes that the question first took form for me. (This paragraph, I suddenly realize, contains a reprise of certain formulations in the new preface I recently composed for the appearance in French of my Pitch of Philosophy. That preface was itself prompted in conversations with Sandra Laugier, the senior translator of that publication.) Russell Goodman so reasonably and attractively presents a case for the specificity of Wittgenstein’s relation to certain texts of James and the generality of his relation to certain features of (Deweyan) pragmatism at large, and concedes so much of what is important to my having been moved to emphasize Emerson’s (and Thoreau’s) differences from what seems to be included in the label “pragmatism,” that I almost forget why I felt my emphasis was important to maintain. Certainly I have no wish to deny that Wittgenstein may “travel some way with the pragmatists”— Goodman, among many reassuring moments, remembers that in the first essay of mine I still use, the title essay of Must We Mean What We Say?, I specify (p. 36, n. 31) three essential points of coincidence between them (the stress on the function and context of language, and the denial of privacy)—nor deny that Wittgenstein’s rejection of a pragmatist theory of truth shows “that he is not a pragmatist in some other sense” (though it is not clear what Goodman takes that other distinctive sense to be). Dewey’s and James’s insistence on a fidelity to human experience(s) that goes beyond anything the empiricist tradition had envisioned is precious to me (as Goodman recognizes), but how is that fidelity captured by overtones of the label
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“pragmatism”? What purpose is served by that label? It seems directed to distinguish their work, or temperaments, from what might be called the metaphysical, a struggle against metaphysics as a kind of intellectual emptiness that is no less essential, as I began by stressing, to Philosophical Investigations. This struggle is surely an affinity between these pragmatists and Wittgenstein (almost no matter what their differences in what they conceive as metaphysics); but this affinity is shared with Kant and with the legion of those influenced by the Kantian event in the history of philosophy. Given my philosophical outlook, the fact that in the Investigations the struggle against the metaphysical is bound up with the detection of the skeptical (as what metaphysics would block), and that the skeptical is a recurrent threat internal to the possession of human language, is sufficient to distinguish his work from a pragmatist (or positivist) instinct toward, let us call it, verifiability, or, say, cash value. It may come to a difference no less deep than how one thinks of human nature. Goodman insists, and gives fine evidence for his good faith here, that he “[has] no desire to repress the Emersonian difference” (p. 108), and it is a valuable warning he delivers in noting that “In different ways, it is just as easy to condescend to Dewey as it is to condescend to Emerson” (ibid.). But my own insistence arose from the pestering number of times Emerson was being identified, with increasing casualness and assurance it seemed to me, as something like a proto-pragmatist, as if that were the price of Emerson’s admission into the history of American philosophy, and never, in my memory, with any gesture toward assessing the resistance Emerson’s prose might put up against this assimilation. So I suppose the issue between Goodman and me turns on how we will each arrive at an articulation of the differences we find essential to preserve. Always in the background of my consideration of such an issue is the question, what would be lost in America’s knowledge of itself if it lost the acuity of hearing its transcendental voice? (Both the pragmatic and the transcendental voices are Yankee; there will be others, as for example those Henry James reports hearing, in The American Experience, among the immigrants on the lower east side of Manhattan.). My early, halting effort (which Goodman cites on p. 112) at least to mark the importance to me of articulating the differences was to say that, even when Emerson and pragmatism are at their closest, they are still radically different in “sound.” Without exactly denying this, Goodman strikingly adduces Wittgenstein’s late remark, or speculation, in On Certainty, that he is trying to say something that sounds like pragmatism. But of course in saying that their “arguments” sound different, I meant that Emerson and Thoreau “sound” as much like, for example, Friedrich Schlegel as they sound like Dewey. Whereas Wittgenstein’s sense is (not conceivably supposing that his discourse resembles that of the pragmatists’, not even James’s) that he may “sound like pragmatism” in the sense that we might say “She sounds like she has made her decision” or “From this report, his condition sounds dangerous”—neither of which suggests a sensuous resemblance, but rather notes an impression gathered from a limited set of signs. Goodman cites (p. 103) a later articulation of mine according to which Dewey takes the mission of philosophy “to get the Enlightenment to happen” whereas for Emerson “the mission is . . . as much to awaken us to why it is happening as it is,” as demonically out of control
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as it is. This is something I have meant when I have in effect said: All honor to Dewey for his tireless combating of prejudice, superstition, fanaticism, and magic thinking wherever he finds them (these are the signal Enlightenment virtues Kant attempts to secure in, for example, keeping religion “within the bounds of reason alone”). But there are other ways the human being has of being lost, not ones that prevent us from taking the path from ignorance to knowledge, which let us grant is irreducibly vital; but ones which block the path from what Emerson calls “silent melancholy” (what Thoreau calls “quiet desperation”)—which he sees everywhere around him—to clarity, orientation, discovery, a freedom for joyfulness, which he takes as also an irreducible project of philosophy. Emerson invents a parable for this second, philosophical path, which I cite at the end of Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome (p. 126), in which he glosses his remark (in “The American Scholar”) “Books are for the scholar’s idle times” by saying: “When he can read God directly, the hour is too precious to be wasted in other men’s transcripts of their readings. But when the intervals of darkness come, as come they must—when the sun is hid and the stars withdraw their shining—we repair to the lamps which were kindled by their ray, to guide our steps to where the dawn is.” Here Emerson takes the alternation of day and night as a figure for the inevitable mood shifts from joy and relatedness to their loss in melancholy and withdrawal, and presents his writing as the appropriate guide back to the beginnings of daylight. Nor can I help adding the suggestion that Emerson’s allegory of the book as a lamp is an allusion, and a contesting, of the idea of the Enlightenment as the dawn of human understanding, and is something that Nietzsche will continue in his figure of the madman “who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly, ‘I seek God! I seek God!’” (The Gay Science, sec. 125)—namely, by the light that killed God. (One might, perhaps should, at the same time take the figure as a parable of Romanticism, linking the madness in the absence of God and the madness in seeking the return of this presence by oneself.) It is worth adding, for those who will find Nietzsche more a precursor of pragmatism (in his assessing morality in terms of life) than a successor of Emerson, that the lantern in the bright morning is at the same time an image of an idea of the future as a new dawn (of Nietzsche’s philosopher as the man of the day after ¨ bermorgen, of the present regrasped) that, to my mind, decisively tomorrow, of U distinguishes Emerson’s sense of futurity from that of Dewey (as Goodman relates these on pp. 107–108). The “new,” in “new dawn at noon” is something Emerson harps on in his essay “Experience,” in contrast to the old, in various contexts (ranging from Old and New Testaments to old and new worlds). Perhaps it is because Emerson’s step into the future creates a discontinuity with the present, and Dewey’s a continuity, that Dewey, so far as I recall, has no conception of, or takes no issue with, the modern (or the other way around), unless the modern just is to be identified with the reign of science. This is what has moved me to say such things, noted by Goodman (p. 102), as that I miss in Dewey’s responses to the world “the worlds I seem to live in.” Unless, again, there is the suggestion that America was born unobstructedly modern, or experimental, so that the measure of the condition of modernity is best taken in taking on America’s issues.
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Andrew Klevan continues his preoccupation (drawn at length in his book Disclosures of the Everyday: Undramatic Achievement in Narrative Film, a work whose maturity and finish was, remarkably, achieved as a doctoral dissertation, guided by Victor Perkins) “to explore moments or sequences of quality in film which do not overstate or proclaim their significance, and moreover to take such moments to be special possibilities of the medium of film,” (p. 120). Klevan does this in the present instance by taking as a test case the film It’s a Wonderful Life, which almost anyone else would approach, given its participation in high melodrama, by dictation from its memorable dramatic, or, say, overstated, proclamations of significance (the twin path of achievement in narrative film). I find his treatment of the case convincing and rewarding. Since he strikes so directly at fundamental questions of how film makes sense, how it invites its extreme range of emotionality (in the present instance, tears), it is a notable achievement to have kept their complexities tractable to discussion. The issue he keeps in focus, which he takes as epitomized in Henry James’s characterization of the reach of experience by juxtaposing, in a further cluster, the gifts or powers “to guess the seen from the unseen” and “to trace the implication of things.” The complexities are indicated by his speaking of these resonances as “masked” or “disguised” (p. 124) or “suggested” (p. 129) by the very pressures of narrative (that way of making sense, call it discursive), and they come forth explicitly in a strain between two fine passages Klevan cites from Perkins, the first of which declares that “the meanings I . . . discuss . . . are neither stated nor in any sense implied,” the second of which speaks of a medium’s “capacity to imply” (p. 129). There need be no contradiction here, since we may, for example, distinguish between the implication of concepts (e.g., that if you are a widower then you were married) and the implications in (making) assertions (e.g., that if I tell you it is raining this implies that I believe it and that you do not know it, or perhaps I am suggesting that you have not drawn the implication that the parade is threatened)— the latter presumably rhyming with what Henry James suggests, in the passage Klevan takes off from, in speaking of the implication of things (which pretty obviously does not stop at physical objects, but includes gestures, postures, settings, inflections of voice, etc.), and what Perkins means by contrasting the capacity to imply with the fact of being filmed, a matter he precisely requires of criticism that it explore. But how tricky the exploration must be is no less than saying whether the body conceals or reveals the mind, or, more to the present case, articulating what I earlier registered by locating the ordinary as a ceaseless compromise between actuality and eventuality (the habitation of talking creatures whose expressions, in word and hence in deed, are perpetually significant beyond their powers of survey). This is a fact that, one might wish to say, all by itself calls for the invention of film. Klevan’s notation in the film of ghostliness, and of George Bailey’s declaration of his existence only in the recognition of his sense of its absence, all but forces one to test one’s conviction in film’s specific, or let us say, innate powers of intelligence; call it revelation. (The discussions of film I admire most, and I suppose of any art, to some extent put one to this test.) The name “Pottersville” virtually pronounces “Potter’s Field.” (This must have been noted often before. I seem
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to recall that the name of the cemetery Clarence takes George to is actually called “Potter’s Field”—namely the locale St. Matthew names as a place “to bury strangers in” (Matthew 27:7), but at the moment I cannot believe the reference can be quite so blatant.) The implication is that, apart from certain conditions, our cities, or polities, are necropolises. The conditions are capacities to sacrifice ourselves, or our interests, for the common good—not necessarily in world-historical ways, as perhaps in war, or other catastrophes, but in the everyday ways that require forbearance, self-command, responsiveness to genuine need, however sometimes counter to one’s most forward inclinations or desires, the plainest condition of the moral life. (It is hard to understand what, without it, provides respite from skepticism with respect to others, in which we deal out what I earlier called the little deaths of everyday, gestures of withdrawal, distraction, indifference, resentment. Among recently familiar expressions of vices of democratic politics, veiled appeals to greed (“lower taxes [unspecified] create more jobs”) and scurrilous implications of lack of patriotism (“criticism encourages our enemies”) strike me no more as undermining the will to democracy than as false appeals to our capacity for moral goodness, where we are helpless individually to do significant good (“compassionate conservatism”).) Made the year after the end of the Second World War, Capra’s film invokes the cemeteries that will commemorate the suspension of civilized existence imaged and created by a state of war, but also the counterimage of a patriotism expressible in contributing to existence under suspension. The overstatement required in the fighting, and the understatement in waiting, will have to recognize and comprehend each other, not be strangers to the other’s experience. (In a democracy, despair is a political emotion. Let us hope that it does not always require an angel to manage the perspective that brings us out of it.) Put otherwise, as Aristotle expresses the matter in the Nichomachean Ethics, the leading of a human existence requires that each life takes its life upon itself; as we may say, requires that it be led. Aristotle calls this being active. But it is the nature of human beings that you may not tell by looking whether they are active or passive. Garrett Stewart’s acceptance and handling of the assignment to consider “any hesitancy in the literary response to Cavell’s work, as well as what has really been useful” (p. 140) has produced a document that the contriver of that work—I hope not he alone—must read in a circling of exhilaration and ruefulness. The main narrative is one of neglect, dismissal, undercirculation, and bad timing (summarized in the sadly lovely phrase “avatars of disregard” [p. 141]), yet punctuated by subplots and characters and a narrative voice of striking understanding, whose extrapolations of the work are cause for rejoicing. Of the various matters about which one with a certain burden of ambition cannot know about his or her work, among the most obvious are whether its reception (good, bad, or indifferent) is deserved and whether it is likely to change. In the face of so insistent an account as Stewart’s, I cannot deny that I have struggled over the years with a feeling of some disproportion between cause and effect concerning the sequence of texts I have published, kept alive during a couple of decades of near public silence accompanied by private letters of acknowledgment and rumors of approval. Sometimes this has taken the form of a note accom-
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panying the gift of a publication (article or book) whose author attests that while my work has been prompting (sometimes adding that he or she expects this will, or will perhaps not, be obvious), my name does not appear in the publication since she or he saw no way of articulating this indebtedness. And because that fact itself was evidently considered unsayable, I felt invited to conceive of my enterprise as bound up in some illicit trade. But despite the recent events Stewart reports of what seem deliberate and hostile refusals of inclusion, the more general climate, as he notes, has markedly changed in recent years, as the present volume happily attests. Among the stories that have made their way to me, one of the most recent is from a good acquaintance who was moved to tell of an event that occurred the year after The Claim of Reason was published. At a meeting of the American Philosophical Association he introduced himself to an admired, close friend of mine, and in the course of things said to him that he liked my book. He reports the friend as replying: “So do I. But it is a book for the next generation.” Something like a generation has now passed, and whether or not my friend’s prediction is proving to be true, it expresses one thread of explanation for the odd pattern of acceptance and rejection of what I do that I should like particularly to stress—I mean the sense of unfortunate timing. Stewart strikes the note in his second paragraph, beginning a sentence with “Just when,” noting that the time at which my essay on King Lear (the concluding essay of my first book Must We Mean What We Say? in 1969) was beginning to, or had a chance to, make itself felt, the French onslaught of “theory” was beginning its domination of advanced work in the humanities—Stewart says that it “at times seem[ed] to swallow up Cavell’s own premises, however dimly glimpsed” (p. 140). And something of the sort is surely no less true of the two books of mine that followed in the next three years, The World Viewed and The Senses of Walden. But how does one understand why this, let us call it, simultaneity or parallelism of discovery (or some rough equivalent in the nonsciences) happened as it did? Is it even quite unfortunate? I criticize the New Criticism, especially for its shunning of philosophy, yet I would not have found my path without having read Kenneth Burke and William Empson and R. P. Blackmur when they were on fire; I criticize logical positivism’s treatment or stylization of human experience, yet I would not have reached the Wittgenstein I care about (or the Austin) without studying positivism when it was the philosophical avant-garde; I criticize Heidegger, and I think Walden a much finer gift to philosophy than Heidegger’s incomparably more philosophically celebrated work on Ho¨lderlin’s Ister Hymn, yet it is hard for me to think I would have come to my sense of Walden without having studied Heidegger while it was, for Americans, still a difficult, almost isolating, study. (It would interest me greatly to explore the idea of fortunate and unfortunate timing, of what Emerson speaks of as “accepting the place the Deity has found for you,” by citing formative memories, only available to one of a certain age, of, for example, being taken by my mother to a recital of Fritz Kreisler’s, affording my first glimpse of an audience of a degree of cultivation speaking of worlds I had barely imagined; or of going alone to hear Ben Webster play the saxophone with a small group on 52nd street in New York,
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experiencing another, competing, decorum of listening; or, the season I moved to New York after college, ostensibly to concentrate on my music, seeing July Holliday in the original production of Born Yesterday, and Marlon Brando in that of A Streetcar Named Desire, and Laurette Taylor in that of The Glass Menagerie. Not for the first time I think of Monica Vitti in Antonioni’s Red Desert: “Everything that happens to me is my life.”) It is familiar that revolutions, even of intellectual fashion, may leave even certain of the victorious silenced and bitter. And the late 1960s and 1970s saw a sequence of various revolutions—in literary studies, following the revolution of New Criticism to the revolution of structuralism and then to post-structuralism and so on, as noted by Stewart; in philosophy, from the revolutions associated with logical positivism in Vienna and Berlin in the 1930s, brought to England and America by those seeking refuge from Hitler’s Germany, to the ordinary language turn associated with Oxford after the war (in both of which Wittgenstein, the earlier and the later, played a decisive role), to the reception of Heidegger in the United States in the 1950s and ’60s. Yet each of these still enters into good and definitive work, one way or another, even if none continues its blaze. I think I might consider myself a kind of exile from each of these developments, as though that kind of perpetual homelessness provides a reasonable intellectual home. This reflects the fact that I began doing work that I still use so long ago (for example, publishing in the first years of the reception of Wittgenstein and of Austin, and the first years of modern film theory, and the first years of the revival of interest in Emerson), that I am somewhat protected from the sense that all that is happening intellectually, or intellectually happening, is the latest eventuality. Being odd, and staying odd, of course has its pains, but surprisingly, even increasingly, its pleasures, even that of remaining, however precariously, contemporary. When the breakers of canons discover that they have themselves become repetitive in their newer authorities, the older, modified out of their old authority, can have another hearing. There were two principal sources of anxiety for me associated with my sense of disregard, or disapproval. One was a fear that graduate students on whose doctoral dissertation committees I served would be harmed, one way or another, in their chances to begin a reasonable academic career. The other was a temptation to a coarsening of my sensibility or temperament, and a consequent falsifying edge in my diction, of cynicism, elegy, or tantrum, marring whatever good my stubborn insistence on my path of work could accomplish and recommend. Such events as represented by this book, of independent, extended responses by friends and strangers, have been reassuring to me about the former (the penalty to students), and about the latter (uncreative defensiveness), more than enough to shame a rational being into reasonableness. Failure here would be no one’s fault but mine. My few comments on this occasion will scarcely do what they are meant to do, namely, express the degree of my gratitude to each of the contributors to this volume for the heartening care with which they have written, and to Russell Goodman for his conceiving and managing it.
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But what kind of disagreement, my friend, causes hatred and anger? Socrates to Euthyphro Thus, as I heard words repeatedly used in their proper places in various sentences, . . . I used them to express my own desires. Augustine, quoted at the opening of Philosophical Investigations It is in so far as discourse is common that it can become at once a place and an instrument of confrontation. Foucault, “Le discours ne doit pas eˆtre pris comme . . . ”
In Aristotle’s Categories, meant to list the basic objects or components of thought, the little that is said about the concept of passion (or affection) is paired with the concept of action, and the only example offered, I believe (in chapter 4, referred back to in chapter 9), is the following: “ ‘To lance,’ ‘to cauterize’ [are terms indicating] action; ‘to be lanced,’ ‘to be cauterized,’ affection.” Call this the metaphysical sense of passion. The psychological sense of passion, as naming members of a constellation of emotions (for example, anger, fear, pity, envy), Aristotle treats most fully in his Rhetoric, as aids to the rhetorical goal of persuasion and dangers to the means of worthy argumentation. The connection between the metaphysical and psychological “senses” of passion, suggested in the idea of suffering, is that of passiveness. Principal philosophers who emphasize the connection between metaphysical passiveness and psychological passion are Spinoza and Nietzsche, for whom the relative powers of action and suffering or passion is at issue, is perhaps 177
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the issue. For a philosopher of passion such as Hume, this connection seems at odds with his system of the passions and with the moral point of constructing it. (Something of the sort is sometimes reflected in psychoanalysis in the distinction between alloplastic and autoplastic adaptations.) My contribution to the present rehearsing or rehearing of the Aristotelian categories takes up the role of passion in what may fairly be called a modern Rhetoric, another systematic study of ways of effecting or affecting action by or in speech, J. L. Austin’s How to Do Things with Words, a set of lecture notes (as Aristotle’s texts are), edited and published posthumously in 1962. In my discussion, some fresh light might be thrown upon a philosophical interest in the question of the relation of passion to speech, and in the passiveness of passion, if only in raising the question of philosophy’s tendency, notable in my experience particularly within the tradition of analytical philosophy, to discount the role of passion in human life, as if that discounting might be a step toward a welcome reduction of it. What has struck me on rereading Austin’s How to Do Things with Words (hereinafter the text of Austin’s referred to unless otherwise noted) are various passages in which Austin is skittish about emotion (“there are numerous cases in human life where the feeling of a certain ‘emotion’ (save the word!) or ‘wish’ or the adoption of an attitude is conventionally considered an appropriate or fitting response or reaction to a certain state of affairs” ( p. 78)), or sheepish about it (in introducing the fourth of his five classes according to their illocutionary force, he flags behabitives, which includes “expressions of attitudes to someone else’s past conduct or imminent conduct” (p. 160) by tagging onto this title the parenthetical (“a shocker this”); but more important than these asides will prove to be a passage in which he breaks off his analysis catastrophically early, I mean at just the point at which passion would have had to come systematically into play, a turn to which I will devote some care. It seems to me in retrospect that I was disappointed with this skimping in Austin’s text when I heard originally the lectures on performative utterance given at Harvard in 1956, but I was not, until fairly recently, able to articulate this reaction with any sense of accomplishment. My attempt here will be to extend Austin’s theory, using techniques he made characteristically his own and which have entered into the texture of philosophical discussion, while his name goes with comparatively little mention in contemporary Anglo-American philosophizing. So I should say at the outset that I find Austin to be a powerful and inspiring philosopher, well beyond anything his current reputation among philosophers suggests, and that what he says about performative utterances in How to Do Things with Words, as with other subjects he put on the modern philosophical stage, for example the topic of excuses, are far from exhausted in their philosophical interest. I do not claim to have mined any of it fully, or to have understood as well as I would like even what I feel I have most profited from in it. But I trust that this is not required in order for me usefully to take the steps I have in mind here. It is my impression that Austin’s work on the performative utterance is read more widely and cited with fresher interest at the moment in literary and cultural studies than in professional philosophy (I mention particularly the issue in gender studies of the idea of “performance”), and partly for that reason I am going to go somewhat slowly through an
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exposition of certain stages of Austin’s theory (of course leaving out the perpetual qualifications he counts on); I keep finding that matters fundamental to his account fail to be given their due (for example, Austin’s attention to the charge of nonsense in dealing with the issue of the nonstatement, and to the distinction Austin draws between illocutionary force and perlocutionary effect). Early in his text Austin associates himself with what he calls a revolution in philosophy, something he characterizes by saying that “it has now been shown piecemeal [by various philosophers; he alludes most specifically to the logical positivists] that many traditional philosophical perplexities have arisen through a mistake—the mistake of taking as straightforward statements of fact utterances which are either (in interesting nongrammatical ways) nonsensical or else intended as something quite different.” Putting aside what he hints at as his philosophical variance, in method or motive, from other participants in this revolution, he moves at once to characterize a type of utterance whose opening examples “can fall into no hitherto recognized grammatical category save that of ‘statement’, which are not nonsense, and which contain none of those verbal danger signals which philosophers have by now detected or think they have detected (curious words like ‘good’ or ‘all’, suspect auxiliaries like ‘ought’, or ‘can’, and dubious constructions like the hypothetical): all will have, as it happens, humdrum verbs in the first person singular present indicative active” (pp. 4−5). The examples he goes on to give are still worth commemorating: “ ‘I do’ (take this woman to be my lawful wedded wife)’ . . . ‘I name this ship the Queen Elizabeth’ . . . ‘I give and bequeath my watch to my brother’ . . . ‘I bet you sixpence it will rain tomorrow.’” Austin comments: “In these examples it seems clear that to utter the sentence (in, of course, the appropriate circumstances) is not to describe my doing of what I should be said in so uttering to be doing or to state that I am doing it: it is to do it. None of the utterances cited is either true or false: I assert this as obvious and do not argue it. It needs argument no more than that ‘damn’ is not true or false: it may be that the utterance ‘serves to inform you’—but that is quite different. . . . When I say, before the registrar or altar, etc., ‘I do’, I am not reporting on a marriage: I am indulging in it.” It will be of the essence for Austin, having announced that his examples are not nonsense and asserted that they are neither true nor false, to articulate how they do what they do, what constraints or conditions they operate under which insure that they communicate or do their work as perfectly as they do, as perfectly as the most unobjectionable true-or-false statements do theirs. This will mean articulating the conditions of what Austin will call (not, of course, their truth or falsity but instead) their felicity or infelicity. These conditions will detail specific points at which performatives may fail to do what they say (marry, bet, bequeath, name), staking out a dimension of philosophical analysis that Austin calls criticism, of speech, of action more generally. What intellectual plausibility can Austin be counting on (granted the obviousness of his initial claims about his examples) for the suggestion that what he names felicity and infelicity can be seen to provide as philosophically stringent a mode of the “criticism” of speech as does the ancient assessment of truth or falsity? The philosophical stakes seem so disproportionate: the dimension of the felicitous turns
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merely—does it not?—on human conventions, whereas the dimension of truth invokes our fundamental relation to, our knowledge of, whatever there is, human or otherwise. But Austin will eventually claim that truth (truth itself, so to speak) is to be understood precisely as a dimension of what he calls the criticism of speech. His aim in his study of performatives is at once to lift the nondescriptive or nonassertional or nonconstative gestures of speech to renewed philosophical interest and respectability, and to bring, or prepare the ground on which to bring, the philosophical concern with truth down to size. Sympathetic as I may be with this program, it exacts a price that I am here proposing to weigh: I mean the relative, continued neglect of the passions, or say the expressive, in speech. (I say relative neglect, but the few occasions on which Austin mentions emotion serve, as I indicated, to scare off further philosophical attention.) My interest is not exactly or simply to commend the passional side of human nature to further concern in modern philosophy (though the reign of Kantianism and Utilitarianism in academic moral philosophy has I think tended to discourage this concern, Kantianism because the sternness of morality demands it, Utilitarianism, especially in Mill’s classical work, because the sternness of society deprives too many of its subjects from having passions of their own at all) but to question a theory of language that pictures speech as at heart a matter of action and only incidentally as a matter of articulating and hence expressing desire. The particular unhappiness this causes me is my sense that this one-sidedness of Austin’s How to Do Things with Words is unnecessary, indeed is counter to the spirit (or one spirit) of its progress. I do not mean, insipidly, to take a rich text to task for lacking a further richness beyond its plan. I mean that I find the absence of the expressive side of speech in Austin’s text to go suddenly counter to its own drift, to close a door it should at least invite others to open. To extend to myself such an invitation is what I mean by my proposal to extend Austin’s theory so as to take into consideration what I will call passionate utterance in a way that strikes me as remaining in the spirit of his theory. Before approaching that, I note, or report my sense of, Austin’s somewhat manic tone in reporting his discovery of a type of utterance that is neither nonsense nor true or false. As if when he says, “They [The performatives ‘I do,’ ‘I name,’ etc.] are neither true nor false. I assert this without argument,” he is daring a philosopher to deny that they are neither true nor false or else to assert that they are nonsense. Austin had a few pages earlier noted, in sketching the revolutionary context for his theory of the performative, that “It has come to be commonly held that many utterances which look like statements are either not intended at all, or only intended in part, to record or impart straightforward information about the facts: for example, ‘ethical propositions’ are perhaps intended, solely or partly, to evince emotion or to prescribe conduct or to influence it in special ways.” (I do not know when Austin first wrote the versions of his lecture notes that were eventually published, but I can testify that the common view was still held by my teachers in graduate school in the early 1950s who touched on moral philosophy, or else was held in contempt by them, but without anyone being able, in my hearing, to say anything interesting or forceful enough either to dislodge it or to remove its air of paradox.) Now the most famous of the texts holding that view, nicknamed the emotive or
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noncognitive theory of (ethical or aesthetic, etc.) meaning, was A. J. Ayer’s Language, Truth, and Logic, perhaps the most successful single book of professional philosophy, measured in terms of sales, to be published in the twentieth century. (It appeared in 1936; in my edition, from ten years later, a new introduction by Ayer excuses the young man’s passion in the writing of the text but reaffirms the belief “that the point of view which it expresses is substantially correct.”) In that book Ayer famously claims, worth again commemorating, that because such propositions, Ayer calls them moral judgments, as—taking examples from its chapter 6, “Critique of Ethics and Theology”—”You acted wrongly in stealing that money,” “Tolerance is a virtue,” and “You ought to tell the truth” are “sentences [which make] no statement at all,” “do not say anything,” and “are calculated to arouse feeling, and so to stimulate action”; that, in short, “they are pure expressions of feeling and as such do not come under the category of truth and falsehood” (p. 108), “they are not in the literal sense significant” (p. 103), they “have no objective validity whatsoever” (p. 108), they “[have] no factual meaning—that is, express . . . no proposition which can be either true or false” (p. 107). The view assigns to ethical terms what it calls an emotive function (e.g., p. 108). But the claim that an utterance which is neither true nor false is thereby nonsense is precisely that for which Austin’s work on the performative provides waves of counterexamples, the instances of which mount, he claims, beyond a thousand. And I cannot doubt that Austin’s work on performatives contributed as much as or more than any other source to the recession of interest in the view (a different matter from its refutation, whatever that should mean). Yet while he cites the view as one of his precursors to, or companions in, the overthrow of philosophy’s obsession with the statement, or say the tyranny of assertion, he does not directly challenge it with his mildly swaggering, “They are neither true nor false: I assert this as obvious,” which is daring only if it is meant to imply, or assume, as in the case of Austin’s performatives, “and they are not (on that ground, or any other) nonsense, or lacking in objectivity, etc.” But this evidently was anything but obvious to, and hence assumable by, those who held the view commonly called the emotive theory of meaning. Is Austin leaving it open that such a view may be right, or righter than wrong? Or that, once his view of the performative is laid out, his readers may draw their own conclusions? It is important to me to ask why Austin does not signal his suspicions of examples so disembodied, or surrealistically underdescribed, measured by the procedures he urges, as the sentences I cited from Ayer’s chapter on the critique of ethics. Even considering that Austin wishes to avoid the tangles of danger signals like “all” or suspicious auxiliaries like “ought,” is it to be understood that “Tolerance is a virtue” cannot be intelligibly responded to? (for example, by suggesting that tolerance is under certain circumstances a vice, a participation in evil, and suggesting further that the utterer is apt to be, in brute fact, a prig); or imagined that “You ought to tell the truth” can be nothing other than a recitation of an old memory and not, for example, constitute a claim with a specific reason tied to the present case which makes it clear why one feels the truth might be withheld, given the momentous immediate harm, and little eventual good, it can do; or accepted that we have actually imagined someone saying exactly “You acted wrongly in
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stealing that money” (how should you have acted, more menacingly? what else should you have stolen, the television monitor?). It is true that Ayer asserts the equivalence of saying “You acted wrongly in stealing that money” with saying simply “You stole that money” in a peculiar tone of horror (p. 107). Here there is a statement that is obviously true or false, and a tone “evincing moral disapproval” (ibid.), which obviously is neither true nor false. So why should Austin demur?—I do not mean why should he contest this account of moral intervention (he has already said he is leaving that aside for his purposes), but why or how does the case bear on his analysis of the performative utterance (which he has, in alluding to Ayer, suggested that it does). Well, if the two utterances are equivalent, then presumably we are to recognize that “You acted wrongly in stealing that money” is also to be imagined as said with the same tone of horror that makes “You stole that money” its substitute. (An emotionless assessment of the act so described would have its own peculiarity.) Then the question becomes—does it not?—whether that tone of horror is appropriate. If what had been said was—with the same tone of, let’s call it, horror— “You’re standing here” or “You’re tracing tracks with your fork on the tablecloth” (as it happens in Alfred Hitchcock’s Spellbound), these utterances (that is to say, the saying of them, which Austin often calls the issuing of them) will not at once be intelligible (significant? objective? factual?); yet they are true or false. It is not news that moral and other judgments of value are the causes, as Socrates takes to be obvious in the Euthyphro, of “hatred and anger.” What should have seemed news, if true, is that the expression of passion, where appropriate, is a separate feature of the judgment, to be “added” at the discretion of the utterer. Ayer says, characteristically: “The tone, or the exclamation marks, adds nothing to the literal meaning . . . it merely shows that the expression of it is attended by certain feelings in the speaker” (p. 107), as if including the attending feelings to the expression were like adding a wink to your words, or slapping on a funny hat at their conclusion—matters also apt to affect their intelligibility. Then was it news to Austin that the “tone” of an utterance gets stuck to the utterance, that an “inappropriate” tone (not, as it were, the sheer fact of the tone) can make an utterance unintelligible? (Is this something Austin should have “argued”? I am calling attention to the obviousness of the fact.) I do think, and I shall try to make this clearer, that what I have described as my sense of Austin’s avoiding as far as he could the issue of passion or expression in speech leaves what he does say about it with the air of conceding that the passional side of utterance is more or less a detachable issue. Austin has been thought, by philosophers of my acquaintance whom I greatly respect, to have, sometimes, been what they called “cagey” in his argumentation. I suppose I took this to mean roughly that he gave the air of having thought through an issue more thoroughly than he was quite showing. In the present case I think he was shy about a matter that was more important to his work than he knew he had found ways of articulating. He might have said so. (Sometimes, attractively, he did: “I know I do not see my way clearly in this,” from the closing paragraphs of “Other Minds.”) Let us ask: For whom is the appropriateness of passion a question? An emotivist will presumably maintain the stance that this question of appropriateness is simply
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a shift in register of the same emotive matter, one whose answer is again, or still, neither true nor false, hence not a response to an objective, factual matter. Whether horror is appropriate to stealing is not a matter of fact (but what? a feeling about a feeling?). But Austin must, I think, feel that a fundamental issue of his mode of philosophizing would be neglected in such a dismissal: first, because he relies on the idea of appropriateness in defining the performative utterance (it is critical to the third rule or condition for an utterance being performative, doing what it says it is doing, that “the particular persons and circumstances in a given case must be appropriate for the invocation of the particular procedure invoked” (p. 34); second, because the fourth of the five categories into which he differentiates performatives, or more strictly, illocutionary verbs, the category he names behabitives, is concerned specifically, as in a passage cited earlier, with “the numerous cases in human life where the feeling of an emotion . . . is conventionally considered an appropriate or fitting response” (p. 78); third, because “There are more ways of outraging speech than contradiction merely. The major questions are how many ways, and why they outrage speech and wherein the outrage lies?” (p. 48) (taking it that outrageousness here is inappropriateness in the extreme); and fourth, because Austin’s method of clarifying concepts by asking what we should say when is quite generally a matter of constructing examples so that our sense of appropriateness and inappropriateness can have clear play. Appropriateness is as essential on Austin’s view of assessing ordinary utterances as validity is in assessing formal arguments. I am not saying that I agree with all of this, though I have profited from much of it. I am rather indicating why I am puzzled that Austin, in his companionable invocation of emotivism, lets moments of it pass that are incompatible with his teaching. While I think the omission is not innocent, it will take some more exposition of his theory of the performative utterance to say how not. After introducing his initial four examples of performatives and entering other preliminary material, much of which has elicited interest and caused controversy, Austin moves in lecture 2 to “state schematically . . . some at least of the things which are necessary for the smooth or ‘happy’ functioning of a performative . . . and then give examples of infelicities and their effects” (p. 14). He announces six “rules” or “conditions,” the breaking of any of which will cause, not falsity of course, but what he calls unhappiness or infelicity in seeking to do what a performative utterance sets out to do. (I omit a complexity Austin introduces into his letternumbering of the rules.) From How to Do Things, pages 14−15: 1. There must exist an accepted conventional procedure having a certain conventional effect, that procedure to include the uttering of certain words by certain persons in certain circumstances, and further, 2. The particular persons and circumstances in a given case must be appropriate for the invocation of the particular procedure invoked. 3. The procedure must be executed by all participants both correctly and 4. Completely. 5. Where, as often, the procedure is designed for use by persons having certain thoughts or feelings, or for the inauguration of certain consequential conduct on the
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part of any participant, then a person participating in and so invoking the procedure must in fact have those thoughts or feelings, and the participants must intend so to conduct themselves, and further 6. Must actually so conduct themselves subsequently.
According to Austin’s rules, for example, for me successfully or happily to christen a ship I must (1) participate in a culture in which christening exists, (2) be the one authorized in the relevant subculture to do the naming, and in the presence of the appropriate authorities, celebrities, and onlookers, (3) at the appropriate place and time and with the appropriate implement in hand (here a bottle of champagne), say the required words (including, I suppose, “I christen this ship the N. N.”) and break the bottle on the ship’s edge, and (4) audibly, visibly, and without abbreviation. Rules (5) and (6) would not come in here, as they would in, for example, marrying or bequeathing or apologizing, where there may be, as in christening, an audience present, but where there must be other specified participants in attendance, perhaps as witnesses and necessarily as participants in (or objects of) the act, who must accept their role in a procedure I have committed myself to, one the point of which is “to inaugurat[e] certain consequential conduct on the part of any participant.” Upon the satisfaction of these conditions (and perhaps others), my saying something (“I do (will),” “I christen . . . ,” “I give and bequeath . . . ”) will have constituted not my report of something but my doing something. (You may report the event, say for a newspaper, but if what you report is not what I (together perhaps with others) did, but only what I said, you will be suggesting some doubt about what happened or perhaps expressing some surprise that it, after all the doubts, actually happened.) Austin then goes into the exceptions and refinements that give him his characteristic pleasures in philosophizing, pleasures other philosophers have taken the gravest exception to (both are directions of energy that might well bear philosophical scrutiny). Summarizing, for my purposes here, the narrative of the argument, a point is arrived at that causes a certain crisis in Austin’s account, namely, that what he has discovered to hold for performative utterances equally holds for constative utterances. After going through many “ways in which performative utterances can be unhappy,” which “amounted to saying, if you prefer jargon, that certain conditions have to be satisfied if the utterance is to be happy,” Austin reformulates the stage he has reached by observing that this “commits us to saying that for a certain performative utterance to be happy, certain statements have to be true” (p. 45). He mentions four cases as especially notable: “(1) If the performative utterance ‘I apologize’ is happy, then the statement that I am apologizing is true. (2) If the performative utterance ‘I apologize’ is to be happy, then the statement that certain conditions obtain—those notably in Rules 1 and 2—must be true. (3) If the performative utterance ‘I apologize’ is to be happy, then the statement that certain other conditions obtain—those notably in our rule 5—must be true. (4) If performative utterances of at least some kinds are happy, for example contractual ones, then statements typically of the form that I ought or ought not subsequently to do some particular thing are true.” How it is that the performative utterance implies the truth of each of these statements is just what Austin claims to have been ex-
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plaining. (A striking feature of determining the truth of the implied or presupposed statements, that is, for determining that the rule obtains, that it is satisfied, may be a matter of judgment, or decision: “But you promised!”—“I know I said so, but you knew that this interruption was possible at any time.”) Austin’s sense of crisis in his account is produced by his going on to announce: “But what is of interest is to compare these ‘implications’ of performative utterances with certain discoveries made comparatively recently about the ‘implications’ of the contrasted and preferred type of utterance, the statement or constative utterance, which itself, unlike the performative, is true or false” (p. 46). Austin then considers “three of the many ways in which a statement implies the truth of certain other statements” (p. 47), namely, entailment, implication, and presupposition, distinctions much on the mind of philosophers of language at the time he was writing and delivering these lectures, and finds that in the case at least of implication and presupposition, these relations hold equally in the case of the relation between a (happy) performative and certain other statements. About implication: To say “the cat is on the mat” when I do not believe it (an instance of what was known as Moore’s paradox) is, in Austin’s term, a species of unhappiness (assertion implies belief), and moreover it is “exactly the same as the unhappiness infecting ‘I promise . . . ’ when I do not intend, do not believe, etc. The insincerity of an assertion is the same as the insincerity of a promise” (p. 50). About presupposition: To say “John’s children are all bald” when John has no children is not false (Austin joins in at this stage of a long and fateful history of the analysis of descriptive functions whose reference is void); its unhappiness is different. “People say [Strawson most notably] ‘the question does not arise.’ Here I shall say ‘the utterance is void’” (pp. 50−51). But “null and void” is exactly how Austin describes the situation with infringements of the first four rules, cases in which the persons or the context are inappropriate. About entailment Austin is more cautious: “It might be that the way in which in entailment one proposition entails another is not unlike the way ‘I promise’ entails ‘I ought’: it is not the same, but it is parallel: ‘I promise but I ought not’ is parallel to ‘it is and it is not’” (p. 51). Both procedures are “self-stultifying” (ibid.) These correlations are sufficiently impressive to Austin as to “suggest that at least in some ways there is danger of our initial and tentative distinction between constative and performative utterances breaking down” (p. 54). This critical moment in Austin’s discussion has been taken by some as a flaw in Austin’s attempt to distinguish his types of utterance, by others as his running into an aporia; in any case, as representing some kind of defeat of Austin’s analysis. I do not wish so much to deny these descriptions as to insist that this critical juncture also represents a signal victory for Austin, for what it shows is that performatives bear the same ineluctable connection with, assessment by, fact, with and by what is the case, that statements do. (This is perhaps the most fateful point missed by Derrida in his consequential treatment of Austin in “Signature Event Context.”) Performatives may fail to fit the facts in the way statements do; and, as Austin goes on more briefly to suggest, statements may fail to fit the facts the way performatives do. For example, Austin asserts that “France is hexagonal” is not a true
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or false description; what is true is that it is a rough description (p. 143). (This is not, I suppose, what we should say about the statement “There are three plates on the shelf” said when there are palpably four. Of course there need be nothing wrong here; you need, and I know you need, just three; I help you by telling you you’ll find three on the shelf. But if you respond by remarking that it is false to say there are three when there are palpably four, I perhaps will not insist that what I said was true, or true enough for the purpose at hand; but I might wonder, and ask, why you insist on being perverse with me; and of course you may be wondering the same about me. Is perverseness of philosophical interest here? Is insistence? Perhaps we have here a vignette of philosophy, in wishing for perfect communication, making communication impossible.) In pressing further to find grammatical criteria to clinch the difference of performatives from constatives, hoping to come up, in the confusion of grammatical signals, with the form of an explicit (or paradigmatic) form on the basis of which a list of performative verbs could be made, Austin discovers that, whatever further problems arise, “we still have utterances beginning ‘I state that’ . . . which seem to satisfy the requirements of being performative [to say it is to do it], yet which surely are the making of statements, and surely are essentially true or false” (p. 91). So the difference again seems to evaporate. (And he already knows that to state is a member of a large, variegated class of performatives (the fifth of the five he distinguishes; he will call them expositives), one that includes to affirm, to remark, to tell, to testify, to concede, to revise, to argue, to distinguish, to call, and so forth.) It is here that he responds: “It is time then to make a fresh start on the problem. We want to reconsider more generally the senses in which to say something may be to do something, or in saying something we do something (and also perhaps to consider the different case in which by saying something we do something)” (ibid.) It is now, in “go[ing] farther back for a while to fundamentals—to consider from the ground up how many senses there are in which to say something is to do something” (p. 94), that he presents his new (ternary) distinction among speech acts to replace or to articulate further his binary distinction between constative and performative utterances. Here we are given the locutionary act (saying something meaningful), the famous illocutionary act (what is done in saying something), and the perlocutionary act (what is done by saying something). To perform a locutionary act is (“in general,” p. 98) to perform an illocutionary act, for example, to ask or answer a question, to give information or assurance or a warning, to announce an intention or a verdict, and so on. Further, to perform a locutionary act, and therein an illocutionary act, “may also be to perform an act of another kind,” one that produces “certain consequential effects upon the feelings, thoughts, or actions of the audience, or of the speaker, or of other persons: and it may be done with the design, intention, or purpose of producing them” (p. 101). The salient feature of these further acts—the perlocutionary—is that they are not illocutionary. To say “I warn you” (locutionary) is to warn you (illocutionary), and it may, further (as perlocutionary) alarm you or exasperate you or intimidate you, which are surely not illocutions; as it may further convince you (that I am serious in my concern) and persuade you (to take action), which are also not illocutions.
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But to utter “I alarm you” or “I exasperate you” or “I intimidate you” or “I persuade you” would not as such be to alarm or exasperate or intimidate or persuade you—if these are, indeed, as they stand, quite intelligible English locutions. (They may be short for: “I exasperate you, admit it,” or “I intimidate you, so I hear,” or “I alarm you, it seems,” or “I begin to persuade you, I see.” Why the first person in the perlocutionary cases needs, let me say, disclaiming in such ways wants an accounting.) A little more, not much, is said by Austin about the perlocutionary act. This is felt, I believe, to do no theoretical harm, for it seems to me at least three reasons: (1) We have heard and will hear again that “The total speech act in the total speech situation is the only actual phenomenon which, in the last resort, we are engaged in elucidating” (p. 148; cp. p. 52). (2) A few pages after making his “fresh start” and introducing the new distinctions between the locutionary, the illocutionary, and the perlocutionary, Austin makes it clear, or cautions, that “Our interest in these lectures is essentially to fasten on the second, illocutionary act and contrast it with the other two. There is a constant tendency in philosophy to elide this in favor of one or other of the other two” (p. 103). (3) Having placed the illocutionary act, he is enabled to proceed to the closing or crowning effort of his work on speech as performance: “We said long ago that we needed a list of ‘explicit performative verbs’; but in the light of the more general theory we now see that what we need is a list of illocutionary forces of an utterance” (p. 150−51), and his closing pages go on to list, and briefly compare, his five classes of illocutionary acts, each class containing a dozen, or two or three dozens of examples, not meant to be exhaustive. The second reason recalls the suspicion that Austin is rather avoiding, even rather occluding, the passional side of speech. He has gone persistently to painstaking lengths to distinguish, in effect, the illocutionary from the locutionary (doing something from simply saying or stating something), and articulated how it is that philosophers can have “constantly” “elided” these, or falsely separated them. Now the only philosophers he has alluded to who may be said to have elided the illocutionary with the perlocutionary are those who have distinguished the emotive function of (value) judgments in affecting action or persuading to action from the issuing of (verifiable) statements, without distinguishing this occasional or deniable use of language (an instance of the perlocutionary effect) with the well-behaved and undeniable force of the illocutionary. The paragraph announcing his interest as focusing on the illocutionary goes on to contrast it with the perlocutionary on the ground that the illocutionary is conventional (p. 103), “in the sense” (ibid.) that the performative formula applies to the illocutionary act and not to the perlocutionary act: “We can say ‘I argue that’ or ‘I warn you that’ but we cannot say ‘I convince you that’ or ‘I alarm you that’” (pp. 103−104). I am not sure I see how this makes illocutionary acts “conventional,” unless it is that in them the first four rules of the performative apply, so that “to say them is [eo ipso, Austin sometimes adds] to do them”: the illocutionary act is built into the verb that names it. Here my suggestion of “disclaimers” that allow “I alarm you” to be said (“They tell me I alarm you”) points to the reason the perlocutionary act is not, as it were, built in to the perlocutionary verb: if to say “I alarm you” (or chastise, or seduce, or outrage, or discombobulate you) were
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(eo ipso) to chastise or seduce or outrage or discombobulate you, I would be exercising some hypnotic or other raylike power over you and you would have lost your freedom in responding to my speech. Contrariwise, if I could not rationally expect, by expressing myself to you, fairly reliably to have the effect of alarming you or reassuring you, of offending or amusing you, boring or interesting you, exasperating or fascinating you, . . . I would lack the capacity to make myself intelligible to you. And what you would lack is not some information I might impart to you. I am getting ahead of myself. What I emphasize here is that after comparatively few further considerations, Austin, in the succeeding chapter, declares that “the perlocutionary sense of ‘doing an action’ must somehow be ruled out as irrelevant to the sense in which an utterance, if the issuing of it is the ‘doing of an action’, is a performative” (p. 110). The reason he gives for this is what, anticipating, I earlier called the catastrophe in his theory. I suppose I only mean that it is a surprising and unnecessary limitation. The reason he gives for ruling out the perlocutionary as relevant to performativity is that “Clearly any, or almost any, perlocutionary act is liable to be brought off, in sufficiently special circumstances, by the issuing, with or without calculation, of any utterance whatsoever, and in particular by a straightforward constative utterance (if there is such an animal)” (ibid.). Any? Almost? Liable? Why is that roughly the end of a story rather than the (new) beginning of one? What has happened to Austin’s pride in setting out actually to count or estimate the number of illocutionary verbs in English, expressing his impatience with philosophers (Wittgenstein would have been a prime example) who used to claim that there are “endless” or “countless” uses of language? (See Wittgenstein’s Investigations, §23.) Here Austin does not lift a finger to count and classify the number of perlocutionary verbs, nor does he suggest, or leave open the sense, that it may be somebody’s business to do this, or worry about it, if not his own. The example he goes on to give is, “You may convince me that she is an adulteress by asking her whether it was not her handkerchief which was in X’s bedroom” (p. 111), a straightforward interrogative utterance, to be answered truly or falsely, capable so far as we know of producing its disproportional effect only in this context. For it to have had the perlocutionary effect of helping to drive someone mad with jealousy took the cunning of an Iago to stage it and the imagination of an Othello to be irrecoverably convinced by it. Once performed, however, it is within the normal range of human capacity to suffer from witnessing it, indeed for an audience of humans to suffer together in witnessing it. (I confess to being reminded here of a sentence from Charles Stevenson’s Ethics and Language, published in 1947, which quickly became the central book advocating a (sophisticated) version of the emotive theory, and which was, more generally, one of the most famous academic philosophical texts of the 1950s: “Any statement about any matter of fact which any speaker considers likely to alter attitudes may be adduced as a reason for or against an ethical judgment.”) What seems true to say is that any meaningful utterance may be shown, in certain circumstances, to count as incorporating a perlocutionary act (or to constitute a moral judgment), provided that we already know under what conditions an utterance does count as having a perlocutionary effect (or being a moral judgment). But these conditions are precisely what
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was, or should have been, in question in the instances of Austin’s (uncharacteristically impatient) (and Stevenson’s) generalizations. Go back to the characterization I cited from Austin as he is motivating the introduction of the third of his new terms for speech acts, the “perlocutionary” act: “There is yet a further sense in which to perform a locutionary act, and therein an illocutionary act, may also be to perform an act of another kind [“further” in not having to name directly, if at all, its locutionary or illocutionary context]. Saying something [of this further kind] will often, or even normally, produce certain consequential effects upon the feelings, thoughts, or actions of the audience, or of the speaker, or of other persons; and it may be done with the design, intention, or purpose of producing them” (p. 101). But how is this description of perlocutionary function different from the description Ayer gives of (emotive) ethical judgments: “The function of the ethical word is purely ‘emotive.’ . . . It is used to express feeling . . . [and] calculated also to arouse feeling and so to stimulate action” (p. 108)? Take again Ayer’s observation that “if I say to someone, ‘You acted wrongly in stealing that money,’ I am stating no more than if I had simply said, ‘You stole that money’ . . . [and] evincing my moral disapproval of it” (p. 107). Presumably I could equally, that is, to the same effect, have said, “Why did you steal that money?” which specifies that I am questioning your conduct, and therewith perhaps more intimately staking our future. This would be clearer if Ayer had observed, more explicitly to the moral point, that saying to someone “You acted wrongly in stealing . . . ” is stating (not no more than but) no less than that you stole it and is (not just simply but) distinctly expressing disapproval. Does Ayer’s proposal that that is all I am stating suggest that there might be more? But having confronted you, questioned you, faced you with your conduct, what more is there, except in the same vein—prepared as I may be to reason (further) with you, depending upon your response—for me to say? Or is the proposal rather that there is no more to say? But to decide that to be so, without hearing (or imagining) what the other’s response is (or might be), is a moral (moralistic) decision masquerading as a metaphysical or logical truth about language. The use of metaphysical or other false profundities to avoid one’s ordinary commitments (here the commitment to listen to one whom you have questioned) is noted early in How to Do Things with Words as the ulterior philosophical vice or temptation that the theory of performative utterance is most interested to combat. (I refer to the passage in which Austin adduces Hippolytus’s saying “My tongue swore to, but my heart did not” as paradigmatic of oily efforts to renege on promises or vows (pp. 9−10).) By the way, I take issue with Austin’s interpretation of the particular line from Euripides’ Hippolytus, not in general with Austin’s moral sensibility, in my discussion of Derrida’s homage to/attack on Austin’s theory of the performative in a chapter of my book A Pitch of Philosophy. I want to introduce some articulation into the region of the perlocutionary act, with a view toward letting it play a larger role in determining our sense of the effects of speech in and as action than it does in Austin’s concentration on the region of the illocutionary act.
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To that end, I propose now to extend Austin’s theory of performative utterances to take account of what I shall call passionate utterances, one or more groups of instances of which will be emotive utterances. So I should make it explicit that I am considering examples as from ordinary or civilian life, judgments directed by one person to another, and not, for example, ones announced by a judge from the bench, in which case “You were wrong . . . ” would perhaps (if not in small claims court) be condensed into a verdict plus an assignment of penalty. This is not the context of a passionate utterance, which requires (so far) exchange, not mediation or arbitration. (At some stage a third person of some kind may need to come in.) My extension (if that is what it is) consists primarily of proposing that there are conditions for perlocutionary utterances corresponding to the conditions Austin lists as the six conditions for the felicity of illocutionary utterances. Here are a range of initial examples (comparable to Austin’s “I do,” “I bet,” “I christen,” “I bequeath”) to which my proposals must be responsive: a) “I’m bored” (I add this exhibit of Ayer’s as a way of re-invoking the other three principal examples from the chapter of his that I have just considered) b) “You know he took what you said as a promise.” (Roughly a challenge from Margaret Schlegel to Mr. Wilcox in Howard’s End. I cite this to invoke and further contextualize the examples of moral encounter in my Claim of Reason, [pp. 265−67]) c) “Monster, felon, deceiver!” (Donna Elvira to Don Giovanni) d) “Heinrich, what have you done to me?” (said—through singing—by Elizabeth to Tannha¨user) e) “Only in its enjoyment do I know love” (sung by Tannha¨user to the other contestants in the Song Contest) f) “Carmen, I love you” (end of Don Jose´’s Flower Song). g) “They say I (or: Perhaps I; or: I would not wish to) anger, mortify, charm, affront, encourage, embarrass, confuse, alarm, offend, deter, hinder, seduce, intimidate, humiliate, harass, incite, etc. you.” h) “You (or: Are you attempting to . . . ?) anger, mortify, charm, affront, encourage, embarrass, confuse, etc. me.”
About all that these cases of words having, and meant to have, some effect on action may at first seem to have in common is that they are not illocutionary in force and they are not meant (merely, only, primarily) to inform their addressee of something, even though most of them (in statement form) are true or false. I would like just to declare, as Austin does in the case of the illocutionary, that this fact (that they are not meant primarily to inform) is obvious and not argue it; but someone might, I sense, give me an argument about it. “Encourage” may seem to satisfy the illocutionary formula “To say ‘X’ is to X,” hence not to be a perlocutionary verb. But it does not satisfy something else Austin also calls an illocutionary formula: “If ‘X’ is illocutionary, then ‘I X you that . . . ’ is English” (a test that does not always work). I cannot encourage you that, though I can encourage you to; perhaps that is illocutionary enough. Then perhaps “encourage” for some reason is in a half-way region. Yet terms in the
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semantic range of encourage, such as hearten, inspire, rouse, embolden, have no tincture of the illocutionary about them: we cannot say “I hearten you” to hearten you, or “I embolden you to” to embolden you to. It may be that “I encourage you” is taking on a ritualistic air, like “I congratulate you” or, I gather in certain circles, like “I insult you,” or like “I dare you to” or “I urge you to.” Ayer takes the example “I’m bored” to illustrate something like this claim of the primacy of expression over assertion where statements of emotion are in question, hence where ethical assertions are in question, a point that distinguishes the ethical theory he urges: “Whereas the subjectivist [theorist] holds that ethical statements actually assert the existence of certain feelings, we hold that ethical statements are expressions and excitants of feelings which do not necessarily involve any assertions” (pp. 109−10). That expressions of emotion excite emotion is an important fact about the working of passionate utterance, which needs developing. Ayer’s clause adding that such expressions do not necessarily involve any assertions (meaning “without uttering any words at all” [p. 109]) is something Austin also likes to emphasize at times. Philosophers often do. I believe the point of the addition in the present cases, for different reasons, is to avoid, or avoid seeming to, overemphasize language, or mere words. This is all right; words are not everything in human life; but the fact is underanalyzed. If not to “involve assertions” or words in your expression means to keep silent, this may come from being silenced, from not wanting to say something or not sensing the right to say something. If “I’m bored” needs saying, it may also be obvious, perhaps should be obvious, without saying; then saying it would place a demand that I may be unwilling or unable to face, a demand that you acknowledge the obvious. That speech is not everything is true; that speechlessness may be forced, that speech is difficult, is something else. (Sometimes, as with excuses or apologies, words are essentially owed. Flowers are not a substitute. This suggests a subject on its own.) The final pair of my examples, (f) and (g), uses disclaiming functions to introduce in principle all perlocutionary verbs into the picture. I call the functions “disclaiming” to suggest why it is that the first person present indicative active pronoun cannot be used unprotectedly with perlocutionary verbs. This may indeed be the first definitive difference of the perlocutionary from the illocutionary. (Austin of course notices the fact [p. 104], but becomes distracted from trying an explicit interpretation of it.) The interpretation must turn on the fact that the claim to my having embarrassed or harassed you by saying something must come primarily from you, not from me—I can claim, or claim not, to have meant to, even not to have done it, to deny that my words could rationally be taken as you have taken them. As Austin insists, even though it may be only implicit in various grammatical forms, in illocutionary acts “The ‘I’ who is doing the action does . . . come essentially into the picture” (p. 61). So I might say: The ‘you’ in perlocutionary acts comes essentially into the picture. But how is this second person established? What does this difference amount to? Before getting into this, another word about my list of examples. The three— (c),(d), and (e)—coming from the world of opera, which precede the final pair, are there to invoke that world in which passionate utterance has its cultural apotheosis
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(perhaps as opposed to its political apotheosis in oratory). In the case of Donna Elvira, the effect of her outburst is to exasperate and intimidate Don Giovanni, who escapes; Elizabeth’s outburst to Tannha¨user elicits their Love Duet; Tannha¨user’s outburst to the contesting knights incites them to draw their swords in order either to kill or to exile him again. These are not (when or why would they strike us as being?) just any statements made in just any contexts to just any effect; once issued, each appears as deeply characteristic and revelatory of both the utterer and of his or her addressee. Let me now propose what may count as conditions for the successful functioning of such perlocutionary objectives, aligning them with Austin’s six conditions for the illocutionary. Austin’s Illoc 1: (Illocutionary Condition 1) [see earlier, pp. 183–84] There must exist an accepted conventional procedure having a certain conventional effect, . . . to include the uttering of certain words by certain persons in certain circumstances. Analogous Perloc 1: (Perlocutionary Condition 1) There is no accepted conventional procedure and effect. The speaker is on his or her own to create the desired effect. (This is about as far as Austin goes in differentiating the functioning of the two forms of performance, differentiating the perlocutionary effect from the illocutionary force. The following conditions are essentially working out the consequences of this difference, in which the expectations recorded in Austin’s conditions are generally quite undone). Austin’s Illoc 2: The particular persons and circumstances must be appropriate for the invocation of the procedure. Analogous Perloc 2a: (In the absence of an accepted conventional procedure, there are no antecedently specified persons. Appropriateness is to be decided in each case; it is at issue in each. I am not invoking a procedure but inviting an exchange. Hence:) I must declare myself (explicitly or implicitly) to have standing with you (be appropriate) in the given case. Analogous Perloc 2b: I therewith single you out (as appropriate) in the given case. Austin’s Illoc 3 (together with Illoc 4): The procedure must be executed by all participants both correctly and Austin’s Illoc 4: Completely. (Illoc 3 and 4 have no analogues for perlocutionary acts, there being no antecedent procedure in effect.) Austin’s Illoc 5 (together with Illoc 6): Where, as often, the procedure is designed for use by persons having certain thoughts or feelings, or for the inauguration of certain consequential conduct on the part of any participant, then a person participating in and so invoking the procedure
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must in fact have those thoughts or feelings, and the participants must intend so to conduct themselves, and further Austin’s Illoc 6: Must actually so conduct themselves subsequently. Analogous Perloc 5a. (The setting or staging of my perlocutionary invocation, or provocation, or confrontation, backed by no conventional procedure, is grounded in my being moved to speak, hence to speak in, or out of, passion, whose capacities for lucidity and opacity leaves the genuineness of motive always vulnerable to criticism. With that in mind:) In speaking from my passion I must actually be suffering the passion (evincing, expressing, not to say displaying it—though this may go undeciphered, perhaps willfully, by the other), in order rightfully to Analogous Perloc 5b: Demand from you a response in kind, one you are moved to offer, and moreover Analogous Perloc 6: Now.
I add to this list, registering a final asymmetry: Perloc 7: You may contest my invitation to exchange, at any or all of the points marked by the list of conditions for the successful perlocutionary act, for example, deny that I have that standing with you, or question my consciousness of my passion, or dismiss the demand for the kind of response I seek, or ask to postpone it, or worse. I may or may not have further means of response. (We may understand such exchanges as instances of some region of moral education.)
Austin, in discussing (pp. 26 ff.) what counts as “accepting” a conventional procedure, or what it means for one to “exist,” as required by his condition 1, emphasizes that “It must remain in principle open for anyone to reject any procedure—or code of procedures—even one that he has already hitherto accepted” (p. 29). I may refuse to accept a slap as a challenge to duel, or “Done!” as the acceptance of a bet, or refuse to be picked when everyone else is taking sides to play Charades, or refuse to recognize the legitimacy of divorce or of war. “One who does so is, of course, liable to sanctions: others refuse to play with him or say that he is not a man of honor” (ibid.). I may feel my autonomy depends upon such refusals, but without the power of refusal I would have no autonomy to speak of: I would have become, as it were, a creature of convention. The refusal envisioned in my seventh condition is different. In Austin’s case, refusing to recognize a challenge or an offer of marriage or a game of Charades is the end of the matter; just as, in happy illocutionary acts, accepting the bet or bequest is the end of the matter (and the beginning of another). But in the realm of the perlocutionary, refusal may become part of the performance. This is registered in my formulating a separate and final perlocutionary condition that has no analogue among the illocutionary conditions Austin formulates. In this mode of exchange there is no final word, no uptake or turndown until a line is drawn, a withdrawal is effected, perhaps in turn to be revoked. Elizabeth
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effects a duet of love with Tannha¨user; this is happy. Donna Elvira effects a further rupture, anyway further deviousness, from Don Giovanni; this is unhappy, yet who can fail to be intimidated as well as thrilled by what she has to sing? Carmen’s “No. You do not love me,” in response to Don Jose’s protestation of love in his Flower Song, is a definitive case of perlocutionary sequel or “consequence,” the absence of predictable (conventional) end. (Carmen conventional?) With illocutions, decisions are sometimes to be made as to whether an instance is happy (Austin cites the case of a ship sliding into the water before the ceremony of christening is concluded); with perlocutions interpretation is characteristically in order, part of the passionate exchange. Every critic I have read on the subject takes Carmen at that moment of refusal to be further seducing Don Jose´, ridiculing his sense of honor, enticing him to come with her into the life of freedom from law. But the written score (it is not always performed so) marks her line pianississimo (triple piano). She is at that moment, as I perceive her, paradoxically, and as far as humanly possible, expressionless, and utters with no expression a pure constative, the simplest of truths, that he does not love her. She stares blankly at the truth and is bewildered. The unprecedented event, finding no love where she has commanded and returned love, causes her to issue a flurry of invitations and taunts meant to cover her bewilderment, confused and confusing gestures to which this man, in her eyes, has, within the space of a song, a song she rejects, become irrelevant; she denies that it is she who has been singled out in his song. That much has ended in her. But how will it end between them, who will have the last word? Who does have the last word? In the case of performative utterance, failures to identify the correct procedures are characteristically reparable: the purser should not have undertaken to marry us, but here is the captain; you may refuse to acknowledge that you had seriously accepted the offer of a bet beyond your means, but it had better not happen again; you may fly in tears from the altar, but suppose it is only into an adjacent room. Our future is at issue, but the way back, or forward, is not lost, whereas failure to have singled you out appropriately in passionate utterance characteristically puts the future of our relationship, as part of my sense of my identity, or of my existence, more radically at stake. One can say: The “you” singled out comes into play in relation to the declaration of the “I” who thereby takes upon itself a definition of itself, in, as it may prove, a casual or a fateful form. A performative utterance is an offer of participation in the order of law. And perhaps we can say: A passionate utterance is an invitation to improvisation in the disorders of desire. (Improvisations may reward a certain spiritual talent. Participation in the law had better not.) From the root of speech, in each utterance of revelation and confrontation, two paths spring: that of the responsibilities of implication; and that of the rights of desire. It will seem to some that the former is the path of philosophy, the latter that of something or other else, say psychoanalysis. In an imperfect world the paths will not reliably coincide, but to show them both open is something I want of philosophy. Then we shall stop not at what we should or ought to say, nor at what we may and do say, but take in what we must and dare not say, or have it at heart to say, or are too confused or too tame or wild or terrorized to say or to think to say. We do not know where the dream of harmony may take us, with others, with
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ourselves, nor when—so often—time or patience and talent or magnanimity and conscience or perception, in a word, our responsiveness, will run out on our efforts to make the dream practical. Philosophy must nevertheless not lose its thread. It is little help in this work, to my mind, to take reassurance from the supposed fact (on certain readings of Austin and of the later Wittgenstein) that language is public, that it is shared. This prompts us to avoid seeking sociably to provide help and example sufficient to make it public, to see it shared, the first step toward which might be, as in Wittgenstein, and in Freud, to recognize when it has become private. In acknowledging a mode of speech in or through which, by acknowledging my desire in confronting you, I declare my standing with you and single you out, demanding a response in kind from you, and a response now, so making myself vulnerable to your rebuke, thus staking our future, I mean to be following one of Austin’s ambitious statements of methodological aim: “The total speech act in the total speech situation is the only actual phenomenon which, in the last resort, we are engaged in elucidating” (p. 148). If I were to continue here, I would try making explicit the kind of challenge which the idea of passionate utterance poses in my mind to the idea of performance as an image of what speech is (remembering Austin’s seeking to “rule out the perlocutionary act as an instance of a performative utterance”), the idea of speech (perhaps I should make explicit that this includes writing, while writing has formal conditions of its own) as designed to work on the feelings, thoughts, and actions of others coevally with its design in revealing our desires to others and to ourselves. The emphasis on performance goes with other of Austin’s main programs of philosophical labor, notably that of excuses and of pretending or imitation, other lines along which actions, taking speaking as acting, can fail quite, in specific respects, to be done, to enter as desired into the world. And it shapes Austin’s theory of knowledge more generally, since he takes “I know” to parallel “I promise” in functioning to undertake a similar responsibility (of subjecting yourself to future scrutiny) and as subject to a similar range of failures (not merely that of being “wrong”). I cannot say whether what I have been presenting in these pages is apt to constitute some contribution to the philosophy of language (if Austin’s contribution still is). (Although an apparent difference between his text and mine—matters of quality aside—is that mine treats his sometimes in its literariness, which is to say, as a source of passionate utterance, as texts with moral designs upon their readers ask to be treated. The invitation can, as I have insisted, be refused; and the grounds of refusal will be no less moral than intellectual.) It evidently favors some kind of theory of expression, and in Whitehead lectures delivered at Harvard a few years ago, Crispin Wright, if I understood him, while showing some interest in what he called an expression theory of language, registered strong doubts that expression could ground or sustain a theory of language, observing that human beings have so few natural expressions. But this observation seems to me to underestimate what happens when creatures of a certain species fall into the possession of language and become humans. As I read the later Wittgenstein, as well as Freud, what happens is that they have become (always already) victims of expression—readable in every sound and gesture—their every word and act apt to betray their meaning. In the
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backgrounds of both Freud and Wittgenstein there is Schopenhauer, whose vision of what he calls will and representation speaks of the human bodily structure as “full of expression,” of the personality as “our willing with its constant pain”—as if we are expression machines, and virtually never turned off (or can one say?: only rarely, and then only virtually, turning ourselves down). But if what I have been aiming at is indeed some fragment of a view of expression, of recognizing language as everywhere revealing desire (and I am prepared to persist farther than I am perhaps prepared to recognize, regarding a cry in pain, or a prolonged silence, as a “preverbal” call for help; a tear as a trace of rage, perhaps at oneself; a sob as a reminder of comfort), the view is meant in service of something I want from moral theory, namely a systematic recognition of speech as confrontation, as demanding, as owed (not only, but perhaps especially, when it is moulded in the form of moral reasons, and even when it proceeds out of sincere cooperation, as in Paul Grice’s study of rational conversation), each instance of which directs, and risks, if not costs, blood. So my idea of passionate utterance turns out to be a concern with performance after all. That I articulate the concern from the side of passion perhaps suggests that I am calling for an anti-morality (as many philosophers I admire are accused of doing, I think of Emerson and Nietzsche). I would rather think of it as a refusal of moralism. All honor to Kant’s focus on the judger rather than the judged: the moral law applies to me first (to each of us first). And to Rawls for articulating the ground of the right of and the respect for and the responsibility toward difference (the value of freedom), and the ground of the moral irrelevance of difference (the value of equality). And to Mill for his horror at the lack of difference enforced by the tyranny of conformity. They can all be taken as defenses against moralism, against judgmental interventions unjustified by genuine social or personal emergency or by principles of justice. But these defenses may come too late in a current moral crossroads, before our societies have largely interiorized the moral vision of such thinkers. We need, each of us, the means, and authorization, to deflect both unfair rejection and suspect concern. It is here that emotivism has its appeal, as the ridicule of the moral busybody, spreading personal disapproval. (As a rebuke of the tyrant it is too little too late, though here the interest of the originators of modern, logical positivism in the structure, and reconstruction, of the world as an image of the reconstruction of society should come into consideration.) That people will in daily fact issue moral judgments with the fastness and looseness perhaps allegorized in Ayer’s “Stealing money is wrong” (or, in another favorite of mine from those years, “You ought to keep promises”) puts me in mind of Lacan’s mood (of how I imagine it, of course) when he compares the unrosy life of an analyst with that of a garbage dump, made to endure heaps of utterances that are, as Lacan puts it, of doubtful value either to the analyst or to their subject (see The Psychoses, Seminar III, Chapter III); and I further imagine that this is his view of most of what most people say most of the time, as it is something like the view of many philosophers, who may dream of replacing (or anyway of strictly confining) the language in which what is said everyday is said. I might say that my view of the role of ordinary language in relation to the imperative of expression, is that it is less in need of weeding than
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of cultivation. Otherwise, as we stand, we are stopped short in the obligation to make our desires, hence our actions, intelligible (and to ourselves) and hampered in our demand and right to be found intelligible in those desires and actions, to ask residence in the shared realm of reason. Because it is not to my hand here, or perhaps ever, to lay out a fuller geography of the courses that “endless” passionate exchanges can take in satisfying the conditions of perlocutionary utterance, and because I think of myself here as wishing to honor Austin’s work, I cite one brilliant source of such passionate exchanges that I imagine Austin would feel quite happy to be associated with, indicated in his announcing one of his once-famous courses of lectures at Oxford, the one on the foundations of empirical knowledge, in roughly the following form: SENSE AND SENSIBILIA. J. AUSTIN. The source I have in mind is Jane Austen’s Emma. Jane Austen’s world is one her namesake John would have cause to cherish. It is one in which love talk is referred to benignly, even lovingly, as talking nonsense, and in which those who require this talk also crave and are capable of the daily exchanges necessary to what they call rational society. While that society is depicted in all Austen’s novels, not all emphasize explicitly, as in Mansfield Park, the hideousness of the slave economy that supports the world of such Parks. But all are plain enough in their descriptions of arbitrary and massive disproportion between talent and goodness and reward (especially among women) so that one senses a shared consciousness of a pressure, a necessity, for change. And so strong on the whole, and sociable, are the individuals who undergo, let’s call it, rational transformation, that one might believe more readily of their world than of ours that happiness depends on the change of heart in its individuals more than on the reform of its institutions. Here, for a reminder, is a taste, chiefly from the concluding pages of Volume I, Chapter XV. I trust it bears out pretty clearly the range of my perlocutionary conditions—2a (declaring one’s standing), 2b (singling one out), 5a (suffering the passion), 5b (demanding a response), 6 (here and now), and 7 (showing each to be contestable)—as well as instances of the seven, or perhaps nine, opening perlocutionary verbs in my examples (g) and (h), p. 190. (Is it significant that the passage seems to contain slightly fewer paradigmatic illocutionary verbs than it does perlocutionary? I count: interpret, confess, recommend, admire, be sorry, resent—encourage may perhaps go either way, like insult or urge or dare. Here we would need other passages and other writers for comparison.) “Charming Miss Woodhouse! [it is Mr. Elton, continuing to speak, having found himself alone with this lady in a moving carriage]. Allow me to interpret this interesting silence. It confesses that you have long understood me.” “No, sir,” cried Emma, “it confesses no such thing. So far from having long understood you, I have been in a most complete error with respect to your views, till this moment. . . . Am I to believe that you have never sought to recommend yourself particularly to Miss Smith?—that you have never thought seriously of her?” “Never madam,” cried he, affronted in his turn: . . . [M]y visits to Hartfield have been for yourself only; and the encouragement I received”−−− “Encouragement!−−I give you encouragement!−−sir, you have been entirely mistaken in supposing it. I have seen you only as the admirer of my friend. In no other
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light could you have been more to me than a common acquaintance. I am exceedingly sorry: but it is well that the mistake ends where it does. . . . [T]he disappointment is single, and, I trust, will not be lasting. I have no thoughts of matrimony at present.” He was too angry to say another word; her manner too decided to invite supplication; and in this state of swelling resentment, and mutually deep mortification, they had to continue together a few minutes longer [until the carriage is stopped at its destination]. If there had not been so much anger, there would have been desperate awkwardness; but their straight-forward emotions left no room for the little zigzags of embarrassment.
Later, after Emma Woodhouse and Mr. Knightley have reached an understanding, she asks for his reaction, which she needs at once, to a letter from a pivotal mutual acquaintance that recites another couple’s major zigzags of love, to which, after completing his reading, Mr. Knightley says, in one of his sometimes preachy (he recognizes himself, critically, as having often “lectured” Emma (Volume III, Chapter XIII)), but characteristically sterling, deliverances that are an honor to (what Jane Austen calls) rational society (then as now in danger of vanishing): “Mystery; Finesse−how they pervert the understanding! My Emma, does not every thing serve to prove more and more the beauty of truth and sincerity in all our dealings with each other?” (Book III, Chapter XV). Or as J. L. Austin is pleased to put an allied caution in How To Do Things With Words: “Accuracy and morality alike are on the side of the plain saying that our word is our bond.” (p. 10) That is not everything there is to say about saying. But, as Austin was always finding new ways to say, nothing is everything there is to say. I wish to thank Ted Cohen and Norton Batkin for their comments on an earlier draft of this paper.
Bibliography Aristotle. Categories, Rhetoric, and Nichomachean Ethics in Basic Works of Aristotle (Oxford translation, 1931), ed. Richard McKeon (New York: Random House, 1941. Austin, J. L.. How To Do Things With Words (Cambridge, Ma: Harvard University Press, 1962). . “A Plea for Excuses,” in Philosophical Papers, 3rd Ed., ed. J. O. Urmson and G. J. Warnock, (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1971). Cavell, Stanley. A Pitch of Philosophy (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1994). Derrida, Jacques. “Signature Event Context,” in Limited Inc (Evanston, IL: Northwestern University Press, 1988).
Recommended but Not Cited Cohen, Ted. “Illocutions and Perlocutions.” Foundations of Language 9 (1973): 492−503. Gould, Timothy. “The Unhappy Performative,” in Performativity and Performance, ed. Andrew Parker and Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick (London: Routledge, 1995).
Selected Bibliography Books by Stanley Cavell Must We Mean What We Say? A Book of Essays. New York: Scribner’s, 1969. Reprinted Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1976. The World Viewed: Reflections on the Ontology of Film. New York: Viking, 1971. Reprinted with “More on the World Viewed,” Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1979. The Senses of Walden. New York: Viking, 1971. Reprinted, together with “Thinking of Emerson” and “An Emerson Mood,” San Francisco: North Point, 1981. This expanded edition reprinted by University of Chicago Press, 1992. The Claim of Reason: Wittgenstein, Skepticism, Morality, and Tragedy. Oxford: Clarendon, 1979. (French translation, 1996.) Reprinted with a new preface, 1999. Pursuits of Happiness: The Hollywood Comedy of Remarriage. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1981. (Translations: French, 1996; Spanish, 1999; Italian, 1999.) Themes Out of School: Effects and Causes. San Francisco: North Point, 1984. Reprinted, Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1988. Disowning Knowledge: In Six Plays of Shakespeare. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1987. (French translation, 1993.) Expanded edition, 2003. In Quest of the Ordinary: Lines of Skepticism and Romanticism. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1988. This New Yet Unapproachable America: Lectures after Emerson after Wittgenstein. Albuquerque, NM: Living Batch, 1989. Reprinted Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1989. (Translations: French, 1991; Dutch, 1998; Spanish, 1999; Portuguese, 1999.) Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome: The Constitution of Emersonian Perfectionism. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1990. (French translation, 1993.) A Pitch of Philosophy: Autobiographical Exercises. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1994. Philosophical Passages: Wittgenstein, Emerson, Austin, Derrida. Oxford: Blackwell, 1995. Contesting Tears: The Hollywood Melodrama of the Unknown Woman. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1996. The Cavell Reader. Ed. Stephen Mulhall. Oxford: Basil Blackwell, 1996. Emerson’s Transcendental Etudes. Ed. David Justin Hodge. Stanford: Stanford University Press, 2003. Cities of Words: Letters on a Register of the Moral Life. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press (2004). Cavell on Film and Television. Ed. William Rothman. Albany: State University of New York Press (in press). Selected Interviews “An Interview with Stanley Cavell,” conducted by James Conant; and “A Conversation with Stanley Cavell on Philosophy and Literature,” in The Senses of Stanley Cavell, edited by Richard Fleming and Michael Payne. Lewisburg, PA: Bucknell University Press, 1989. 199
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“Un Entretien avec Stanley Cavell,” conducted by Christian Delacompagne, Le Monde, 25 October 1994. One of nine interviews conducted by Giovanna Borradori for The American Philosopher, Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1993.
Books and Collections about Cavell’s Work Smith, Joseph H., and William Kerrigan, eds. Images in Our Souls: Cavell, Psychoanalysis, and Cinema. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 1987. Fischer, Michael. Stanley Cavell and Literary Criticism. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1989. Fleming, Richard, and Michael Payne, eds. The Senses of Stanley Cavell. Lewisburg, PA: Bucknell University Press, 1989. Cohen, Ted, Paul Guyer, and Hilary Putnam, eds. Pursuits of Reason: Essays in Honor of Stanley Cavell. Lubbock, TX: Texas Tech University Press, 1993. Fleming, Richard. The State of Philosophy: An Invitation to a Reading of Stanley Cavell’s The Claim of Reason. Bucknell University Press, 1993. Mulhall, Stephen. Stanley Cavell: Philosophy’s Recounting of the Ordinary. Oxford: Clarendon, 1994. Perl, Jeffrey M., ed. “A Taste for Complexity: Ten Nondisciples of Stanley Cavell.” Common Knowledge 5.2 (Fall 1996):21–78. Gould, Timothy. Hearing Things: Voice and Method in the Writing of Stanley Cavell. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1998. Laugier, Sandra. Recomencer la Philosophie: La philosophie ame´ricaine aujord’hui. Paris: Presses Universitaires de France, 1999. Rothman, William, and Marian Keane. Reading Cavell’s The World Viewed: A Philosophical Perspective on Film. Detroit: Wayne State University Press, 2000. Hammer, Espen. Stanley Cavell: Skepticism, Subjectivity, and the Ordinary. Cambridge: Polity Press/Blackwell, 2002. Eldridge, Richard, ed. Stanley Cavell. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2003.
Index Adorno, Theodor, 42 Aiken, Henry, 158 America, 6–7, 82, 100–102, 107 Cavell on, 165, 166–67, 171 the concept of, 55–81 and romanticism, 37, 39, 42–47, 49– 50 Antonioni, Michelangelo, 176 Arendt, Hannah, 69–71 Aristotle, 174, 177, 178 Augustine, St., 28, 85, 110, 177 Austen, Jane, 197–8 Austin, John Langshaw, 150, 175, 176 Cavell on, 65, 158, 160, 161, 168, 169, 177–98 and ordinary language, 7, 37, 82–99, 100–101, 121, 169 on skepticism, 10, 11, 13–16, 20 on performative utterances, 4, 147, 178–95 Ayer, A. J., 14, 15, 181–82, 189, 190, 191
Brooks, Peter, 151 Budick, Emily Miller, 142 Burke, Kenneth, 175 Burtt, Edwin A., 16 Caesar, Julius, 109 Capra, Frank, 122, 127, 128, 131, 133–34 Carmen, 4, 190, 194 Carney, Ray, 125, 128, 133–34 Carver, Raymond, 67 Cavell, Stanley, 157–98 “On the Availability of Wittgenstein’s Later Philosophy,” 4, 86, 156 “The Avoidance of Love: A Reading of King Lear,” 4, 7, 18, 68, 81, 139 The Claim of Reason: Wittgenstein, Skepticism, Morality, Tragedy, 5, 6, 7, 37, 151, Cavell on, 158–61, 163–4, 166, 170, 175, 190 Laugier on, 84–93, 95 Mulhall on, 22–36 Critchley on, 38–9, 47–51 Rorty on, 10–20 Conditions Handsome and Unhandsome: The Constitution of Emersonian Perfectionism, 5, 93, 100, 104, 141, 172 Contesting Tears: The Hollywood Melodrama of the Unknown Woman, 78 n29, 147 In Quest of the Ordinary: Lines of Skepticism and Romanticism, 6, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 43, 100, 102 Must We Mean What We Say? 151, 152, 153, 174 Cavell on, 157, 170 and ordinary language philosophy, 82, 84, 85, 87, 93–96, 98 on pragmatism, 112 on slavery, 44
Bain, Alexander, 14 Baudelaire, Charles, 63, 66 Baudrillard, Jean, 46, 47 Beckett, Samuel, 52, 68 Beethoven, Ludwig van, 29–30, 106, 110 Bel Geddes, Barbara, 120 Benjamin, Walter, 40 Berkeley, George, 10, 13, 14, 15 Blackmur, R. P., 175 Blake, William, 20, 38, 45 Blanchot, Maurice, 40, 42, 164 Bloom, Harold, 54 n27 Boorstin, Daniel, 77–78 n26 Bouwsma O. K., 10 Bradley, F. H., 14 Brando, Marlon 176 Brecht, Bertolt, 126 Broad, C. D., 98
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Cavell, Stanley (continued) This New Yet Unapproachable America, 5, 84, 90, 91, 100 and romanticism, 37, 39, 40, 43, 44 “Passionate and Performative Utterance: Morals of Encounter,” 3, 4–5, 177–98 A Pitch of Philosophy: Autobiographical Exercises, 84, 189 Pursuits of Happiness: The Hollywood Comedy of Remarriage, 98, 145 The Senses of Walden, 4, 61, 100, 175 on the American Revolution, 70 on ordinary language, 88 Themes Out of School, 78 n27, 84 “What’s the Use of Calling Emerson a Pragmatist?” 7, 103, 104, 112 The World Viewed: Reflections on the Ontology of Film, 145, 153, 175 Chaplin, Charlie, 49 Chesterton, G. K. 55, 56, 74 Cohen, Ted, 198 Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 40, 45, 107–108 Conant, James, 6–7, 8, 55–81, 167–69 Coolidge, Calvin, 55, 56 Crane, Hart, 43 Critchley, Simon, 6, 8, 37–54, 162, 164– 67, 169–70 DeLillo, Don, 67 Derrida, Jacques, 7, 50, 60, 61 Cavell on, 150, 157, 185, 189 Descartes, Rene´, 10, 13, 14, 20 n3 and Emerson, 169 and French intellectuals, 62, 63 and modern skepticism, 159 Dewey, John, 7–8, 166, 172 and American intellectuals, 62, 63 and the Cartesian project, 16 and Cavell, 100–109, 114 and empiricism, 170–71 Dollimore, Jonathan, 142 Don Giovanni, 190, 192, 194 Dreyer, Carl 153 Drury, Maurice O’Connor, 110 Edwards, Jonathan, 105 Emerson, Ralph Waldo, 62, 153, 157, 175, 176
and America, 47, 49–50, 55, 56, 78–79 n29 Cavell and, 3, 100–102, 103, 141, 150 as dismissible, 67 and perfectionism, 5 and the ordinary, 83–84, 85, 87, 91, 170 and romanticism, 6, 37, 39–44, 51, 165–67 and philosophy, 7, 64, 66, 104–105, 168–9 and pragmatism, 106–109, 114–15, 171–72 and skepticism, 9 on thinking and patience, 46 Empson, William, 175 Euripides, 189 Faraday, Michael, 110 Faulkner, William, 65, 67 Feuerbach, Ludwig, 14 Fichte, Johann Gottleib, 13 Fischer, Michael, 141, 143 Fleming, Richard, 150 Foucault, Michel, 140, 143, 147, 149, 177 Fox, George, 109 Frege, Gottlob, 5, 84, 96, 110 Freud, Sigmund, 4, 84, 163, 195–6 Beyond the Pleasure Principle, 164 “Mourning and Melancholia,” 103 Frost, Robert, 65, 67 Gilson, Etienne, 16 Girard, Rene´, 144–45 Godard, Jean-Luc 126 Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von, 109, 110, 111 Goldberg, Jonathan, 143 Goodman, Russell, 8, 100–17, 170–72, 176 Gould, Timothy 142–43, 150, 151, 198 Green, Thomas Hill, 14 Greenblatt, Stephen, 8, 143, 144, 147, 148 Grice, Paul, 196 Hawks, Howard, 65, 67 Hegel, G. W. F., 19, 61, 100 Heidegger, Martin, 16, 42, 44, 47, 176 on dwelling and building, 167 and the everyday, 37–38, 166 and skepticism, 48 as taken up by Cavell, 43, 100, 101, 107
Index on thinking, 114 and Walden, 175 Hitchcock, Alfred, 182 Ho¨lderlin, Friedrich, 175 Hollander, John, 150–51 Holliday, Judy, 176 Hume, David, 13, 62, 94, 159, 168, 178 James, Henry, Jr. 118, 171, 173 James, William, 62, 63, 166 Cavell and, 7–8, 100, 107, 102–105, 170 on truth, 109 and Wittgenstein, 109–15, 160 Joyce, James, 4 Kafka, Franz, 56, 80 n42 Kant, Immanuel, 60, 61, 100, 159, 195 on aesthetic judgment, 7, 94, 95 Cavell on, 101, 171, 172, 196 and romanticism, 39 and skepticism, 13, 14–15, 17, 20 n3 and Wittgenstein, 3, 90–92, 94–95, 96 Kaplan, Abraham, 158 Kazin, 80 n40 Keaton, Buster, 49 Kenny, 5, 22, 161 Kierkegaard, Søren, 10, 20, 73, 101, 168 on Christianity, 6, 57–59, 75 n 7, 167 and finitude, 5, 20 and perfectionism, 107 and Wittgenstein, 160 King Lear, 4, 7, 46, 49, 71, 144, 148–49, 153, 154, 175 Klevan, Andrew, 8, 118–39, 173–74 Ko¨hler, Wolfgang, 110 Kreisler, Fritz, 175 Kuhn, Thomas, 13, 18 Lacan, Jacques, 140, 150, 196 Lacoue-Labarthe, Philippe, and Jean-Luc Nancy, 40–42, 164–65 see also The Literary Absolute Laugier, Sandra, 7, 8, 82–99, 169–70 Lewis, C. I., 11 Leuba, J. H., 112 Levinas, Emmanuel, 42, 50, 54 The Literary Absolute, 39, 40–42, 47, 164–65
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Locke, John, 13, 18, 45, 167 Luther, Martin, 109 Malcolm, Norman 16 Mann, Thomas, 4 Marx, Groucho 49–50 Marx, Karl, 47 Matthew, St. 174 Mead, George Herbert, 100 Melville, Herman, 67, 169 Melville, Stephen, 141, 142 Mill, John Stuart, 180, 196 Milton, John, 160 Montaigne, Michel de, 14 Moore, G. E., 10, 11, 13, 14, 185 Cavell on, 98 contrasted with Austin and Wittgenstein, 88 Moses, 110 Mulhall, Stephen, 5–6, 22–36, 41, 42, 49, 162–63 Murdoch, Iris, 17 Nancy, Jean-Luc, and Philippe LacoueLabarthe, 40–42, 164–65 see also The Literary Absolute Nietzsche, Friedrich, 14, 62, 107, 160, 170 Cavell on, 65, 165–66, 168, 172, 177, and Emerson, 3, 64, 79 nn31–32, 169 and finitude, 5, 20 as a philosopher of culture, 46 Ophuls, Max, 120 ordinary language philosophy, 82–99, 121 Othello, 50, 142, 149, 188 Paine, Tom, 45 Pascal, Blaise, 49, 62 Peirce, Charles Sanders, 7, 62, 100, 105 perfectionism, 6, 34, 37, 83, 114 and America, 43–44, 46 and Dewey, 103 and Emerson, 107 and William James, 104, 109 Perkins, Victor, 8, 120, 121, 129–30, 173 Plato, 44, 47, 62, 100 and the future, 165 and perfectionism, 107, 114
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skepticism, 4–5, 6, 10–20, 49, 159 and drama, 145–46, 148–50 Socrates, 61, 100, 110, 177 Cavell on, 83, 182 Spengler, Oswald, 46, 101 Spinoza, Baruch, 14, 177 Stevens, Wallace, 169 Stevenson, Charles L., 17, 188–89 Stewart, Garrett, 3, 8, 140–56, 162, 174– 75, 176 Stewart, James, 8, 122–23, 126, 127–28, 130, 134–35 Strawson, P. F., 185 Tannha¨user, 190, 192, 194 Taylor, Charles, 49 Taylor, Laurette, 176 Teresa, Saint, 105 Thoreau, Henry David, 70, 71, 141, 157 Cavell on, 41, 43, 67, 88, 104, 160–61, 163 and finitude, 5, 20, 87 and literary criticism, 151, 152 and the ordinary, 83, 84, 85, 91, 92, 121 as a philosopher, 7, 60–62, 63–67, 166–67, 169 and pragmatism, 170–72 as taken up by Cavell, 3, 10, 37, 43– 46, 50, 100–102 Toles, George, 137 nn18–19, 137–38 n30, 138 n48 Tolstoy, Leo, 10, 11, 20, 67, 105 Travis, Charles, 98 Twain, Mark 65 Vitti, Monica, 176 Webster, Ben, 175 Wenders, Wim, 57 West, Cornel, 108, 115 n2 Wheeler, Richard, 143–47 White, Morton, 4, 158 Wilde, Oscar, 79 n36, 107 Williams, Bernard, 20 n3, 160 Wilson, George, 8, 124 Wilson, Woodrow, 55, 56 Wisdom, John, 10
Index Wittgenstein, Ludwig, 43, 59, 142, 150, 188 Cavell on, 5–6, 22–26, 34–35, 37–38, 39–40 on criteria, 166 on eternity, 107 and expression, 195–96 and film, 130 and finitude, 20 and the human voice, 28–29 Kantian background of, 3 and the ordinary, 82–83, 85–97, 100– 101, 169
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