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Friday, 17 August 2018

Where Is Art?

A review of 'Esther: A Novel' by Henry Adams

Note: The following review was originally published at Amazon.co.uk on 19th. July 2018.   Link to original review: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/customer-reviews/R22XDA3SH735J0?ref=pf_ov_at_pdctrvw_srp

Esther Dudley is a society woman who attends an episcopal church, St. John’s, on Fifth Avenue in New York. A talented amateur artist with her own private studio, she is commissioned at the church to paint a standing figure of St. Cecilia. She works there with several others from the congregation. There is Wharton, another artist. Wharton is opinionated and temperamental on the subject of art, and an experienced church decorator in his own right. He acts as Esther’s supervisor. Another character is Catherine Brooke, an enfant terrible from out West and cousin of Esther’s; and, there is a Professor George Strong, a paeleontologist, and another cousin. Together, they form an “ecclesiastical idyll” of mutual discussion, creativity and learning. At any rate, it is an amiable set-up with didactic pretensions and forms the main focus, and it’s pleasant enough. Now and then, Hazard the clergyman at St. John's, comes on the scene to check on progress and offer his views.  As a result, Hazard suffers a serious case of love sickness for Esther and attempts to develop a relationship with her. She has mixed feelings for Hazard, does not enjoy going to church anyway, and does not consider it proper to get to know a clergyman. But she likes the chase. The pursuit is the ultimate test of Hazard’s missionary abilities.

To an extent, the attraction seems to be down to opposite values and differences, which add frisson and sexual tension to their interactions. Esther, a reluctant church-going woman, is not a believer, but not strictly a non-believer either, more non-inscrit in matters of religion and faith. She has doubts about the fundaments of Christology. This is a point of some scandal within the congregational community as gossip spreads and she comes to be regarded as a prospective clergyman’s wife - the essentials of the role implicitly include at least a profession of belief, if not confessional certitude in Christ. The assumption is that if Hazard is to associate with a free-thinker, then he must be one too and should therefore split the congregation down the middle. Faced with this obstacle, Hazard is the determined evangelist, believing that he can convert Esther both to his love and to a love of God through faith, and even that her love of God can be realised through love of him. These protestations meet with resistance from her reasoned mind, culminating in a melodramatic finale in which one party flees and the other pursues.

I think this is an intelligent and beautifully-written novel, perhaps even better-written than Adams’ first work of fiction, ‘Democracy’. As well as the prose, there are some excellent sonnets, presumably of the author’s own devising. Readers who are not familiar with theology and religious issues may struggle to comprehend some of what is said - and Adams was a very cultured and literate writer - but even the most ignorant cannot fail to enjoy the story. That said, a little patience is needed, as it only picks up towards the end. Still, it’s reasonably short in length: you might say, it’s a long novella rather than strictly a novel. Adams wrote this pseudonymously, which is rather odd. It is understandable that Adams kept ‘Democracy’ anonymous, due to his social and professional associations, but not so much with ‘Esther’. Maybe he feared a pattern of writing style being recognised? Was it, in fact? That’s unclear, but Adams also disdained what he called the “mutual admiration business” of publishing, and made little effort to publicise his fiction writing, so this novel remained obscure. Probably only a few hundred people in the world have ever actually read it, and without Adams’ enduring fame, it wouldn’t even be that – but it is a good novel. I like books of this era anyway because they hark back to a time when even ordinary people had a sense of importance and seriousness.

A number of themes in this novel were also found in Adams’ first fiction work. There is an examination here of religion and theology, especially the conflict between divinity and a rational-historical understanding of Christianity. The naming of a character as ‘Wharton’ is probably inspired by the real-life person of Charles H. Wharton, a major critic of perhaps the 19th. century’s leading Christian rationalist, a Scottish Unitarian called Joseph Priestley. Priestley sensationally argued against Jesus’ divinity, believing that reliance should be placed on the moral teachings only. I’m also tempted to speculate that the character Hazard represents Jesus and that each of the main characters represents one of Jesus’ friends – Catherine is Mary Magdalene, Peter is Esther, George Strong is John (and also, I think, Satan), Wharton is Matthew, Mr Dudley (Esther’s father) is Lazarus, and Mrs Dudley (Esther’s aunt) is Judas. Why this should be ought to become clear when you read the novel. Another theme ibid is the prejudice of American easterners against westerners, though it’s not vicious. Catherine is gently patronised by Mrs Murray in a way that gives the distinct impression that Eastern society in the late 19th. century was a recreation of upper middle-class Victorian England.

As to the significance of the eponym, Esther is a central figure in Biblical Jewry and also part of the Christian canon, but I don’t fathom much of any link between the Biblical Esther and the Esther of this novel - save that both are ‘strong’ female characters in that they are wilful and determined to control their own destinies. Adams obviously based at least his fictional characterology on typologies - John Carrington from Adams’ first novel is a clear example of this: drawn as the noble, upright Virginian. The title character in this, Adams’ second novel, is taken from the eponymous short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Set during the American Revolutionary War, Hawthorne’s story is interesting in that he uses a strong female character as an iconoclastic figure of redemption and transfiguration and bearer of all sin. Adams follows a broadly similar pattern in both his novels. Like Hawthorne, he holds that women have a mystical nature, and like Hawthorne, he uses strong female lead characters as the exemplars of a heroine typology. For instance, in this novel, Catherine Brooke is an American Saint: a female iconoclastic type redeeming America. In ‘Democracy’, Madeleine Lightfoot Lee is the confessor, in the sacerdotal sense, to Silas P. Ratcliffe, the sinner, whereas in Adams’ second novel, the gender role is reversed: Esther is the sinner, Hazard is the confessor. There is also a telling similarity between Hazard and the antagonist in ‘Democracy’, Silas P. Ratcliffe: both are demanding that the female protagonist accept their worldview and values. In a way, Hazard is demeaning Esther, just as Ratcliffe sought to smother Mrs Lee. Both female characters are strong women standing up to male power and authority. The gender dichotomy underlines the essential conflict in the story between religious orthodoxy and free-thought.

Adams here addresses the reserve power of women in society, as he did in his first novel, but he does so with greater balance this time, looking at the problems and burdens of women too. Women like Esther are under great pressure to marry, men not so much. This sometimes puts them in a quandary. Mrs Murray puts the paradox well during a dialogue in which Esther is being quizzed by her father about her continued status as a single woman, showing a strong aversion to matrimony in concept. Yet Mrs Murray remains happily married and would not dream of divorcing her “one in a million” husband. Perhaps the reason is the pressure on women to marry combined with their social nature, which demands they seek protection. Yet as Schopenhauer observed, women know their biologically-allotted task and willingly go about it, exercising their primitive power over men that no earthly institution can easily supplant. In fact, it seems even God cannot step in the way. Interestingly, much like Wilkie Collins does, Adams puts his female character in the driving seat and gives her the initiative.

Hazard, though not especially attractive in the physical sense, is a Renaissance man with a strong spirit, clearly very confident, and of genuine religious conviction, regularly preaching in a strident way to his congregation. Esther, too, has a characterful look about her – she is an “American type”, as described by Wharton, with his keen artist’s eye. Catherine is out of her element and fulfils the archetype of the naïve country girl, a provincial Westerner thrust into a metropolitan environment of university professors, learned clergy, exhibited artists and society women. As such, much of what happens in the story centres around her as her new social circle affect to, variously, educate her, condescend to her or rib her. She is too good-natured to express her annoyance at this. Catherine agrees to sit as Esther’s model, thinking it will help her be accepted among the new company she is keeping. Wharton is hyper-critical of Esther’s art, while Catherine in her innocence simply assumes that Esther’s art is “wonderful”, not having the refinement to make any critical distinctions. Wharton is estranged from his rather tempestuous French wife, a veritable Jezebel. He represents the ambition of American fine art at the time to carve out its own identity, based on the cornfields and prairies.

Hazard, though evangelical, is theologically described as a high churchman. He sees God’s presence and His goodness in everything, including church art and architecture, and he values these as meta-theological components of his mission as he seeks to make worship and devotion an aesthetic experience. Is he right? Can art affect us religiously? Can the experience of art – whether as artist or observer – fill one with divine inspiration or missionary zeal? Can art and culture change people’s views? Art is inescapably experiential: it is an objective thing that teaches us about subjective experience. Thus, art is objective-subjective: it is the ‘experience’ of a ‘thing’, and when we look at a painting or sculpture, we are interpreting subjectively an objective external reality. Art is not a Rorschach Test, but nor can there be a unity of interpretation. This raises further questions, one of which is over interpretation and experience and their interrelationship. Do we each experience things in different ways, applying our own ‘uniquely unique’ meaning and feelings to each piece? Can there be such a thing as ‘art’ with its own definitional boundary and terminus outside of which we can say that things are not art per essentiam?

Another issue is the extent to which art ought to give sovereignty to the observer rather than the artist-creator. Should a portrait painting capture the reality of the subject (realist art) or a beautification of such (romantic art) or a divination (hagiographic art)? Which is the ‘proper art’, or are all? These questions become quite relevant when Hazard commissions Esther to paint St. Cecilia on the church interior. Esther decides to model her on Catherine, and a dispute ensues as to how Catherine should be depicted: whether as the pretty, youthful woman she is, or as a divine, older saint with creases and lines on her face and other signs of age. Wharton favours the latter because he wants St. Cecilia to look divine and churchlike. Paintings and their derivatives have the appeal of ideation and generalisation: when an artist sits down to paint a model or artifact, the two-dimensational re-creation on canvas is a generalised and ideated (and sometimes idealised) version of what is in front of him. By contrast, photography and its derivatives do not tend to have this feature. To the largest extent, and whatever his creative and technical manipulative skills, the photographer is reproducing specificity and parochiality. Esther, in proposing to recreate on the church wall the vigorous woman in front of her, is reducing Catherine to photorealism a la Rene Magritte’s Treachery of Images: she is to be depicted not as a saint, merely as an attractive woman. Wharton, then, is trying to maintain the eternity, dignity and integrity of art against Esther’s degradation and treason to it and feminine flimsiness. The religious purpose of saints is to provide a model after which believers should pattern their behaviour. Wharton wants to depict Catherine/St. Cecilia plainly because saints should be serious and non-sexual, even androgynous. Using art to portray Catherine’s natural youth and beauty removes her value as a model for such purpose and instead presents her as a sexual being perhaps. For further elucidation, we may offer up the contemporary fashion models as an example: normally the women of Givenchy or Trussardi are very thin, and androgynous too. They are that way because they fulfil a purpose. They are not sexually attractive, and not physically typical of women generally, but they are apt models for clothing.

Yet still we may ask: Shouldn’t saints relate to ordinary believers? Saintliness is equated with complete purity and virtue. This cannot allow beauty in the profane, sexual sense commonly-understood. Consequently, Christianity sees virility and ordinary (profane) beauty as infelicitous. Despite this, somewhat surprisingly Hazard relents in the end and Catherine is painted as she is rather than as she would be if saintly. It’s a disappointing decision on Hazard’s part. Spiritual earnestness is sacrificed for profane beauty. Christianity’s liturgical art should point back to the Passion and bear its scars, as that is the basis of the entire Creed, in that Christ suffered for all men’s sins. In a profane and sinful Satanic world, we confuse sexual attractiveness with beauty, and this keeps us ignorant. But didn’t Christ already suffer for sins? Why do we need to recreate passion and turmoil in art? Wharton’s point is that we should recognise our sins in everything and not allow ourselves to be taken in by plaster saints.

A word about Hazard’s rationalist foil, Professor Strong. He rejects the Creed and any sort of superstitious belief entirely, however he still manages to look on the church quite objectively. Initially Strong is supercilious and rude in that way that rationalist academics can be. He pours scorn on Wharton’s artistic sensibilities and mocks Catherine. At one point, Strong asserts to Hazard that science alone is truth, which ironically is not true, or is at least misleading. The science corpus is merely a set of provisional truths. However, Professor Strong reveals a more complex understanding of things in the more in-depth conversations he has with Catherine later. Strong points out that science, religion and truth are separate things and both science and religion depend on belief. Strong implicitly rejects the modernist Cartesian paradigm, pointing out that you cannot reason yourself into faith – like love, you either have it or not. I see the point, but I am not sure I agree entirely. You can’t choose whether to love or not, but you can choose to have faith, or faith can be the ultimate result of choices, through reasoning. In the face of Esther’s struggles with herself, Strong helpfully suggests that perhaps the Roman Church would be more suitable for someone such as her, full of pride and passion. Certainly, he has a point: the liturgies of Romanism, the worship of ritual and its primeval appeal to communality, can be of appeal to a reasoned mind leery of Protestant supplicancy. This is Strong, the rational man, trying to understand the unfathomable. What is love? Can we choose to love? He equates faith with love because he assumes faith is irrational. As such, he is not giving Esther enough credit.

Tellingly, Strong contradicts himself on the point, also averring, like Hazard, that the profession of faith is a simple, rudimentary willed act: it is submission, in short, though you have to choose whether to submit or not. All doubts can be laid to rest. This seems a little simplistic to me. All of us when we make choices are heading down a particular path that will shape our circumstances and determine how our lives will work out. We all make these choices without being able to weigh everything up - sometimes we make blind decisions out of feelings rather than entirely rational judgement. Faith is something that grows on you, just as any strong social or political belief might. Even if there is a Damascene conversion, this is still the result of earlier decisions and innumerable tiny influences. If you choose not to look into Christianity, you are unlikely to ever develop faith unless you have some sort of religious experience; those who have the curiosity (or weakness, as Strong would have it) to examine superstition may reason themselves into faith. Strong’s averment also seems tautological. Of course, we can lay to rest all doubts if we want to: that is faith, in which the individual rests on hope over the natural doubts. But what is this hope, which is at the root of faith? It seems to be a choice: an acceptance of mystery over a negation of tradition and doctrine. This is also a form of loyalty. Thus, it could be argued that divine love is loyalty – not necessarily true love for God, rather love for an organisation: a loyalty to tradition. Is romantic love itself just a form of loyalty? What compromises does love demand of people? Must we accept fully the person we love? Romantic and sexual love is not unconditional, as parental love typically is, however in the period that this novel is set, divorce was harder and so the prospect of marriage required still more serious contemplation.

Hazard’s argument for faith is not particularly innovative. He starts with the Cartesian dictum, cogito ergo sum: “I think, therefore I am” – which was a feature of the intellectual battle during the post-Renaissance 17th. century, and among the pre-cursors of modernism proper and post-modernism. Descartes was looking for an axiom, something on which he could rest with certainty and from which he could derive all other things: in short, a philosophical version of the First Cause that created everything and gives everything meaning. For Christians, an absence of First Cause implies that things have been created out of nothing, ex nihilo, and nothing has meaning. However, even if the premise is accepted, it is difficult to see how this justifies belief in superstition. The point seems to be that God must exist because otherwise nothing can be explained, but there are explanations – starting with evolution. Hazard brings this up in an attempt to reconcile religion and science, arguing that when it comes to resolving the great mystery of the physical world, consciousness, science cannot improve on religion: the “I AM” of existence is mystified to the scientist and it is only through faith in God that such imponderables can be understood. God is the Word, the Alpha and the Omega. This seems to be a way of merely shifting the goalposts: explaining one mystery by supplanting it with another. The significance of consciousness is that it concerns being. It is the stuff of life, what we are essentially. Christians use it in concept to say that everything around us may not be real, only the soul (the human stuff) is real. In reality, there is no mystery to consciousness, it may be explained entirely in evolutionary terms. We may add that the very fact that Descartes had to reason his way to God tells us that he and others of his time didn’t really believe in God. In any case, his ontological argument seems weak. Hazard then tries Pascal’s wager – which seems a rather self-interested basis for believing in God and therefore also undermines faith. What all of this suggests is a reasoning towards faith, a faith based on recognising doubts, rather than a simple belief. This placing of ‘knowing’ before ‘being’ has critically undermined Christianity and is the unintended gift of Descartes to the modern world. If you have to reason faith then it is not faith at all, it is just another falsifiable view.

Strong has a go too, but in a way that Hazard would not approve of. He seems to be Adams’ Miltonian satanic figure, straight out of Hawthorne’s Young Goodman Brown, with his pessimism about faith and human nature; he is, furthermore, figuratively Satan himself, subtly tempting Esther into an anti-Christian understanding of things that will serve his own purposes. In polemic with Esther, he tries to steer her towards what a Christian would see as the evil of nominalism in which morality is seen as extrinsic to the human being, what matters is a person’s aesthetic sense of right and wrong, and good and evil become negotiative. Strong holds that this life is everything, there is no spiritual future beyond it – or probably not. The Christian alternative is that this life is a preparation for the next, we have all sinned and are therefore damaged, and if we accept God’s grace we will be healed and can ascend to a supernatural state. If we reject God’s grace or do not have the capacity to accept it, then we will be estranged from God (which ultimately means Hell). Knowing is therefore equated with virtue. Love is all. At one point, Strong tries to suggest that any thought that is an abstract truth makes you immortal. This seems to me nonsense. Mind is matter and dies with it. Even if you have an abstract thought that is an abstract truth, it does not make you immortal. Your thought dies with you while its products and artifacts live on, but you cannot become your own thought. Your matter has a separate existence and your thoughts merge with you on death as they are simply part of matter. Ironically, Strong is reasoning himself into faith. If he is right, then truth is God and we become one with God when we accept his existence, but it is unlikely this was Strong’s intention.

In the end, Strong’s appeal to Esther amounts to saying that since all of these things cannot be disproven, they must be possible, and since even the hard sciences have mysteries as their axioms (so Strong says), science and religion are merely different paths to truth and Esther should consider which she wishes to accept. It is a weak argument. Strong’s evangelism is of the low church kind: though he does not quote the Bible, he is eschewing theology, and the richness and mystery of Christianity and its divine revelation, and instead appealing to Esther’s reasoned mind on the basis of a crude philosophical calculus. In contrast, Hazard’s evangelism is that of the high churchman: he demands that Esther submit to him on an emotional basis and that faith will follow from this, though it is still a reasoned argument in its own way, albeit fallacious: an appeal to authority, to patriarchy, to the Leadership Principle – Hazard merely being the petty leader above whom is God Himself. Hazard offers Esther a life to be lived in submission to the Father, and the possibility of Salvation through the acceptance of grace through low gradations to God. This explains Hazard’s approach to Esther’s mental turmoil: she can find the truth through him. It implies a paternalistic attitude to Esther and maybe women in general. To Hazard, the issue is not whether he should give up his faith, but whether Esther should sacrifice her own intellectual independence and trust herself to him. From his perspective, it is enough that she should love him, all else will follow, as God is love. This sounds odd, but how many regular church-going and casual believers take this approach? Most of them probably have never read the Bible, let alone studied it seriously. Most of them would probably scoff at tales of miracles of the kind that Jesus is meant to have performed as a demonstration of his holiness. But these things are fundamental to the Creed, and one who does not believe in them and accept them cannot be a Christian proper. Christianity relied on catholic and gnostic principles of worship right up until the invention of the printing press, when Scripture ceased to be the property of the Church alone, allowing the Reformation to spread. It would be difficult, actually, to overestimate the revolutionary effect of printing Scripture: Bible-based faith is non-experiential, causing adherents to turn against tradition. Belief is not very important when you have holy water, responsorials – magic is in things. But painting and architecture are not magic in and of themselves, they just allow you to be nearer to God or understand God better, not just rely on the formalism of liturgy and ritual. But once people start actually reading Scripture and the Pentateuch, then belief itself becomes an issue.

In pre-belief Christianity, ‘being’ in the religious sense is a presupposition and a priori entirely and nothing has to be explained. Once people could read the material, or have it read to them, suddenly it became necessary for them to believe in it. This presented a problem: the paradox of ‘literate’ Christianity is that it is imperatively atheistic: anybody who reads the Bible cannot believe in it. With the onset of the Scientific Revolution and the shift to mechanisation and industrialism, a ‘belief belief’ – i.e. faith and doubt as the requisites of belief - became more fundamental to Christianity instead of unquestioning ‘pre-belief belief’, and what was previously a belief in a metaphysics of reality become a belief in magic. This must have weakened Christianity, and it will be noted that the vestigial liturgies and doctrines of ‘pre-belief belief’ are almost entirely catholic, Roman or Orthodox: the liturgical catholic traditions in particular call back to paganism. Who in the industrial and post-industrial eras can possibly believe in the literalism of the Pentateuch? Or the divine incarnation? Or the Miracles of Jesus? Or the Resurrection? Or even simply Jesus as an actual historical figure? In modern times, the church must “choose between weak doctrine and weak brains”, a monitory parishioner admonishes Hazard. Which is preferable? The very dilemma is an acknowledgement that an educated and intelligent person cannot possibly believe in this stuff, and the church will go for ability. Hazard is an exception, maybe even a contraindication for modernism: he is proud of his strong dogma. The interesting thing is that many, maybe most, of today’s Christians see no contradiction in negation and probably ‘believe in belief’, as Christopher Hitchens had it, rather than believe in the dogma as a metaphysical reality. It is in that sense that they believe in the Creed itself. The broad cleave in Christianity between catholics and evangelists is really about the difference between a doctrine of belief per se and a doctrine of ritual. The ritualists (i.e. the catholics) take belief for granted, or otherwise don’t raise the subject; the ‘believers’ (i.e. the evangelists) actually expect you to believe in it. The catholics rest on apocalyptic evaluation: a grand Reckoning in which the All Knowing weighs up sins and ex post facto ratifies dispensations. The evangelists don’t care how you behave as long as you believe in Christ and repent.

Thus, we can see that Christian belief has evolved through three stages of palingenesis that dovetail with the West’s philosophical development since Constantine: the medieval ‘pre-belief belief’, the pre-modern ‘belief belief’, and the late modern and post-modern ‘belief in belief’. This is the slippage. It has been caused by the co-option of Cartesian circularity, which might better be understood as a singularity of faith-doubt. His dictum was more fully phrased: “dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum” – I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am. This single line upturned 1,500 years of pre-cognitive belief. Nothing could be more radical and nothing has been. Descartes made a virtue of doubting, paving the way for postmodernism. We may say that Descartes is the Father of Postmodernism because he was rejecting implicitly belief in dogma as an a priori presupposition, though ironically he was trying to achieve the opposite: securing knowledge by establishing a kernel that is beyond doubt. The mundane result is modernist pseudo-theological exchanges such as those in this novel. The traditionalist Hazard and the modernist Esther are at cross-purposes. Hazard need not necessarily ask much of Esther: all that’s required is that she believes in the Creed because she should believe in it. Esther, for her part, is trying to be a pre-modernist and ‘believe believe’, rationally. Meanwhile, Hazard demands that she ‘pre-believe believe’, charismatically. Even if Esther could, which she can’t, she must ask a great deal of him. Like Esther, I prefer the divinity of Nature. But who is right? Can we even know? In the end, like any good work of art, the central question is left unresolved by the artist. All the important matters are for the reader to decide.

Shade Trees

A review of 'Democracy: An American Novel' by Henry Adams

Note: The following review was originally published at Amazon.co.uk on 14th. July 2018.   Link to original review: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/customer-reviews/R2PUFPQQGAMUN5?ref=pf_ov_at_pdctrvw_srp

Madeleine Lightfoot Lee, a listless widow from New York, decides to go to Washington, D.C. and stay with her sister, Sybil Ross, because she wants to understand American democracy: “...good or bad, and to drink it down to the dregs….” She and Sybil befriend several individuals who join their genteel little salon, all of them interesting if under-developed characters, and all prominent in federal politics or in some way connected to it. The three main protagonists, John Carrington, Sybil and Mrs Lee seem to be composites of the author himself. Carrington, a mixture of Virginian nobility, pragmatic idealism and a melancholy, world-weary cynicism, is a good foil for Mrs Lee’s medley of gaiety, naivety, righteousness and penetrating intelligence, while Sybil possesses great loyalty and strength of character. Mrs Lee’s friendship with a certain Senator Ratcliffe forms the main theme of the story. She thinks that powerful men control things, seems drawn to Senator Ratcliffe, even if he is “dreadfully senatorial”, and seeks him out as he seems to provide a promising opening into the mysterious world she is seeking to comprehend. The two hit it off.

It seems a little uncouth to characterise the fictional Ratcliffe as a villain, or villain entirely. Perhaps it would be more accurate to style him as a tragical antagonist, whose pragmatic morality contrasts starkly with the honourable Mr Carrington, and marks him out as a caitiff and blackguard worthy of rejection. As such, Adams’ roman-à-clef appears to serve as a monitory, but it may be more complex than that. Try as I might, I struggle to accept the wayward Senator as an inimical bête noire. In truth, Mrs Lee’s situation with Ratcliffe leaves her on the horns of a dilemma: it is the eternal moral philosophical tension between ends and means. Can scruples prevent us from doing good? Is there a ‘common good’ that is above ordinary mundane morality and that can justify wrong-doing? Certainly, Senator Ratcliffe attempts to justify himself on the basis of higher civic virtues. Certainly, Mrs Lee urges on Ratcliffe that he should act according to the “public good”, but one suspects that the two have very different ideas about what that means. For Ratcliffe, it is about the ends more than the means. Mrs Lee seems more rigid and idealistic in the matter, and when regarding Ratcliffe, makes a naïve but hopeful comparison with the great antebellum senator, Daniel Webster. But even John F. Kennedy would have rejected Mrs Lee’s version of political courage: in his Profiles in Courage, Kennedy acknowledges the necessity of a transcendent public good. Borrowing from Kennedy’s portrait of Ratcliffe’s doppelgänger, Daniel Webster, we might say that Ratcliffe has proverbially come to Washington not as a Man From The Prairies, but as an American: “…to make alive and supreme the latent sense of oneness, of Union…”, as Kennedy refers to Webster. Certainly, Webster’s example teaches us that the different virtues – courage, discipline, morality, honesty, integrity - can come into conflict and even apparently noble individuals can struggle with this mightily. Carrington faces that quandary.

John Carrington is a statue of Virginian honour, but it is fair to say his actions are not morally-straight-forward. The author cleverly uses him to convey the angry but Stoic suffering of the Reconstruction-era South at a time when Washington and the North enjoyed the complacent prosperity of the Gilded Age. It may be added that Adams, chronic with mal du siècle, harboured an especial antipathy to the modernist Northern states and is clearly in some sympathy with the South - not its cause so much as its aesthetics. He draws Carrington sympathetically. Irrepressibly noble, at least in intent, Carrington in a way embodies the dual Arthurian archetype all-in-one, both the knight-errand seeking to protect Mrs Lee through noble intervention, and the black knight seeking to do good in the shadows, in his case through stratagem – a combination of stealth, gossip, snide, wit and slander, even trickery - rather than through direct confrontation with Ratcliffe. Can we therefore say that Carrington or Ratcliffe is more the man? Which? Ratcliffe may be corrupt, but he also has the virtue of being embarrassingly blunt and straight-forward about it, calling in aid nobility of motive; Carrington meanwhile obeys all the scruples of justice and honour, yet this draws him into tergiversation and evasion on account of his purity of conscience. Ratcliffe no doubt thinks he is doing good, whereas Carrington knows he is doing good, but which of them achieves good? And is achieving good what matters or is conduct more important? These thorny questions cause Mrs Lee to privately re-evaluate her fundamental motivations. What is the purpose of her coming to Washington? Is it romance and marriage? Is it learning? As a widow of independent means, she is free to continually seek newer and better experiences without the need to be tied down to a particular place. In New York, she had grown weary of the fruits of modernism: the monotony of the people and the brown-stoned houses. She journeys to Washington not just to discover politics but to escape New York – and escape Baltimore, Philadelphia, Boston, and for all anybody knows, several other cities. Adams had studied the writings of Karl Marx and was familiar with his theory of historical materialism, but Mrs Lee’s interest seems to be in penetrating the political mind rather than the political machine. She is not out to comprehend the forces of history so much as understand the men of history. Maybe she has not cognised that the federal city is a ‘machine’? Or perhaps she does, but she holds that to get to the root of a system, one has to understand its divisions and parts – including its individuals – rather than understand it as a separate whole? At any rate, this is not a metapolitical novel. Mrs Lee wants to understand what moves politicians, how they impose their will on others, rather than the forces that move societies. Thus, the mystification is precisely in the art of leadership itself.

That brings us to the matter of how the different elements of leadership come about. What are the individual drives of the will? Is it charisma? Intelligence? Physical presence? Sexual energy? An important subtext of this novel is a battle of the sexes. Mrs Lee, as a woman - though she may be weak and unimportant in the scheme of things - indisputably exercises a veto or ultimatum over Senator Ratcliffe: regardless of how powerful he may be, she can still reject him brutally and there is little he can do; and, she may do so in the seemingly-pleasant environs of her private rooms, where only hours before glasses clinked and polite conversation filled the air. Women, then, are like beasts of Nature: pretty to look at, occupying Edenic surroundings even, but possessing the imperative of a killer instinct, executed coldly and savagely. As such, this novel suggests that women are the reserve power in society. Men may occupy positions that appear to give them power, but it is the (as then) voteless, unenfranchised woman who can ultimately refuse a man, even the most powerful man. That being so, sex itself and relations between the sexes are a major force in society, if not examined very much. But is there a separate will-to-power, a will to overcome others, that the other driving factors aid? At root, what motivates politicians? Ratcliffe frankly confesses that the pleasure in politics is the holding of power. Does that mean all this talk of civic virtue is for naught? The problem with the ‘power for power’s sake’ thesis is that power only means something if it is power over others, yet we may well ask whether any of these politicians exercise much more than titular power. On the other hand, we often hear people involved in politics and public affairs talk of the need for ‘pragmatism’, as if they are concerned with what works, which implies that they have some power or say in the machinery of society, but the real lines of authority can be invisible and based on social influence - an area that women can be quite skilled in. That said, it would be too simplistic to liken politicians to automata who merely go round shaking hands. Their notional offices do come with ex officio influences.

The author’s scathing critique of Ratcliffian practical morality is perhaps a little naïve, even banal. Being good is not necessarily the same as, or correlates with, doing good. Possibly only dangerous men can do good. Cowardly men tend to wrap themselves up in platitudes and passive attributes and ne’er achieve anything worthwhile, yet may be perceived as good men for it. John Carrington had been a rebel and had killed in the name of the Confederacy, yet he is presumably respected for this, even by former enemies. It’s clear that moral flexibility is needed. In that vein, I find Mrs Lee’s Manichean moral sense a little disappointing for the purposes of this novel. It may be the best way to look at things for the character’s own purposes – certainly, she must realise that life as a prominent political wife would be a quagmire of compromises and secrets - but as a medium through which to understand power, her attitude has its limitations, and could be regarded as an abrogation of responsibility, even somewhat cowardly. The world has lots of ‘Mrs Lees’ in it who snipe and sneer at politicians from their comfortable salons (which nowadays are electronic), issuing divine bolts of judgement based on a guileless understanding of virtue. None of them would have warranted a place among Kennedy’s noble gallery of hagiographies. This woman tells us that she wants to see inside and touch the machinery of American democracy, yet she is appalled at what she finds, giving credence to Nicolas de Chamfort: “One would risk being disgusted if one saw politics, justice, and one’s dinner in the making.” Democracy is a mystery to her, as all her other frivolous experiences have been - it is a superstition, an astrological fancy, to be exhausted then discarded before moving on to another sensation. Her butterfly journeys and trips around the American cosmos have instilled in her no learning, only deepened the mysteries of life while adding to her journals. Naturally we are appalled at Ratcliffe’s consistent pass on scruple, yet perhaps we also instinctively pall at Mrs Lee’s dreary self-righteousness, sensing that if Ratcliffe is the Fallen Man in this novel, he at least fulfils the dictum of Ecclesiastes 3:1–8; he at least represents America’s moral cosmos in full colour - both its beauty and brave passion - whereas Mrs Lee only had the potential but never the heart or sinew to do so. In that sense, Ratcliffe is Adams’ ironical anti-hero, Calvary is for him, if perhaps the author did not realise this himself. Only the acknowledged sinner can repent.

Maybe I am being a little harsh on Adams. He was a cynical realist about politicians and politics: he understood that the moral foundations of the American Republic were dubious, but this perhaps caused him to move too far in the other direction. Like most good cynics - especially the greatest one, Diogenes - Adams’ unrealistic evaluations of his fellow Man arise from a Quixotic sort of moral idealism. In fact, Adams hated Washington’s public men: among his quoted comments about them: “If a Congressman is a hog, what is a Senator?” Adams conveys his brutal realism in the form of subtle surrealism, rather in the style of Le Sang des bêtes. The put-downs, the fights, the petty wars, the arguments, the rivalries - even actual violence - do not take place on some battlefield or on the floor of Congress or from a bully pulpit, or even in a courtroom; it all happens in or around a quiet ladies’ drawing room in civic Washington, and rather like a parallax, as such we see the object of our attention much more keenly, if incongruently. Yet it is clear that Adams has retained his faith in democracy and his hope for it, but it was a sceptic’s faith. The scepticism probably began with his extensive studies of the début du siècle presidencies: Adams had famously historicised Jefferson as the farmer-philosopher president who had to set-aside provincial virtue to advance his statecraft.

Is Adams right to have faith and hope in democracy? Interestingly, in contrast to modern times, the tradition of American political thought is Platonic. The original American political vision was anti-political, and even anti-Hobbesian: it held that government is the people. Lincoln’s Biblical aphorism at Gettysburg was very un-American, in fact an elegy for republican government: the encapsulation of the very Hobbesian tyranny of moral-democratic sovereignty that the rebel Founding Fathers (with the exception of Hamilton) had sought to upturn. The Republic was to be replaced with ‘democracy’, its Virginian heroes like Robert E. Lee and the fictional Mr Carrington were to be replaced by the Silas P. Ratcliffes of this world: in actual history, men like Daniel Webster, Thaddeus Stevens, say, or Andrew Johnson. Gulliver was to be pulled down by the Lilliputians – finally. The backdrop to this new paradigm was a shift in political-economy, from pre-industrial to industrial society, from the organic ethno-democracy of the Old Republic to the beginnings of mass enfranchisement and mass democracy. With these changes came the psychological afflictions of a mass society: the mal du siècle and the sense of alienation, not just in the way posited by Marx, but also experienced and observed as a separation of ruler from ruled, as a growing sense of political and social complexity, and with this, the kind of compartmentalisation of social issues that is required in an industrial society but that makes responsive democracy impossible. In such a climate, it no longer seems possible for rulers to act in the interests of people, still less The People; instead, they must calculate and reckon on a utilitarian basis what is good for all, or as many people as possible. Thus we see a shift in the nature of virtù, the values that sustain the political community, and in the conflicting moral sensibilities of Ratcliffe and Carrington, we see vestiges of the dichotomy. Carrington is holding to the virtù of the original Republic, with which he would have seen a continuation in the Confederacy, for which he fought. Carrington’s civic credo is reaction, order, tradition, hierarchy and republican aristocracy, and is anti-democratic. His mores and customaries are honour, duelling, chivalry and ma parole d'honneur. The common good is defined and pursued by society’s best men, who are landed and ecologically tied to the country as if it were their own flesh and blood. To them, slavery was a paternalistic and humane institution.

Ratcliffe, in contrast, represents the virtù of mass democracy, with which slavery was an irreconcilable evil, and the relevant values are wrapped up in capitalism, industrialism, modernity, meritocracy and democracy; society is ruled by elective tyrants whose artifacts are the contract, the statute and the ballot box, and who define the common good according to the needs of capital, a class not necessarily tied to the country, seeking support and ratification from the individuated masses. Senator Ratcliffe, one of these elective tyrants and a possible future president of the United States, is meant to be what this novel describes as one of the “shade trees”: an impactful and consequential figure, perhaps with Svengali qualities. The president in this novel, for his part, is perceived to be quite an honest man of humble stock – one of Nature’s noblemen – this perception relating chiefly to his background as a stone-cutter. Perhaps there is something in the link between honesty and humility of occupation or vocation, but it is difficult to see what it is. We assume that the stone-cutter makes an ‘honest living’ because there is little scope for him to lie in going about a job that is based on fixing and repairing stone structures, but his job is not the sum of his character. True, a statesman can be as honest as a stone-cutter, but the problem is that a stone-cutter can be as honest as a statesman. We may also ask, is the honesty of this Nazarene-like figure much good to anybody in his chosen field? Adams seems to want to make the Socratean link between knowledge and virtue, and would have us believe that Ratcliffe is more a Lilliputian than a Brobdingnagian in this respect, but maybe it is the other way round? The Plain Man is only operative in the Wabash. In Washington, D.C. he is more vulnerable to the wiles of seasoned Capitol Men. On his home turf, he is an independent man, in the federal jungle he is prey to manipulation and control by cleverer men like Ratcliffe who can appeal to his less base attributes: the pride and vanity that took him from the Wabash to seek ‘greatness’ and immortality. Indeed, through his novel, Adams suggests to us that what Mrs Lee - a figurative Gulliver - found in Washington City was a race of Lilliputians: mean, back-stabbing, conniving and corrupt. The obvious flaw with this view is that, moral Lilliputians the Washingtonian statesmen may be, but some of them nevertheless cast long shadows.

Has democracy civilised us? It has not turned us against barbaric practices. We still associate greatness with war and even today our politicians are responsible for the deaths and maiming of many thousands under the aegis of the nation-state’s moral privilege to carry out violence. Is Plato right to see democracy as degraded? Are we better for it? The Founding Fathers perhaps knew or intuited that the political system they created would eventually deteriorate into a democracy, and so they put in place various checks and balances in the system in order to slow and counter this decline, but these measures were insufficient. The decline into ‘democratic tyranny’ that began in the 19th. century was perhaps borne out of what Adams through this novel calls “late 19th. century cynicism”. The works of Darwin, Marx, Nietzsche and Tolstoy, among others, that revived the spirit of Antisthenes, were the culmination of a materialistic and scientific movement that had begun with the Enlightenment. Man was instilled with a mechanistic understanding of existence, making people less inclined towards reverence and hereditary rule. This marked an irradicable shift in consciousness. We find in this novel that Mrs Lee accepts Darwinism and argues with Ratcliffe about it, asserting that humans are evolved from monkeys. Interestingly, Ratcliffe - a church-goer - is unconvincingly sceptical and mocks the idea. Which view represents progress? The monkey view or that of the churchman? Perhaps there is something feminine and regressive about Darwinism: maybe it reflects the instinctive yearning for the vestigial and the primitive and a longing to return to it. Ratcliffe believes in the higher cause, which requires that we uphold the specialness of Man and allow him to make his own decisions, ordained by Faith; whereas Mrs Lee is implying that we are just animals and genetic vessels in the end and presumably a large part of our behaviour is governed by base drives. Yet it is Ratcliffe who acts more in keeping with the Darwinian idea, while Mrs Lee upholds the idées reçues. Ratcliffe’s approach to Washington is something akin to honouring Survival of the Fittest – in order to survive politically, he is prepared to do whatever gets him ahead in his chosen environment. Mrs Lee is left with a choice: she either has to adopt Ratcliffian morality, or she must adapt in a different way - by pursuing her own niche within the same environment or fleeing.

We must remember that Survival of the Fittest does not necessarily equate to Survival of The Best. Nature imposes an objective standard on what would otherwise be subjectivity. Democracy may well represent the deterioration of civics that the Founding Fathers anticipated, but it is nevertheless a triumph of Cynicism in its purest form – not a demonstration that Darwin was wrong, but an affirmation of his ideas. As such, people like Ratcliffe impose a disconcerting realisation on the observant. Whether intended or not, this novel shows us the inadequacies of the Little People’s moral outlook. Still more depressing is the realisation that there is no apocalyptic justice for the dark, profane Brobdingnagians, who are winners, and no ultimate redemption for the Quixotic Lilliputians, who are losers. There will be no ever-increasing advancement to a summit of light, only ‘progress’ in an evolutionary sense. The whig historians are wrong. In its palingenesis, American society has reached a mass-democratic phase in which political power is titular and appointments are the outcome of vapid popularity contests. The enfranchised population is shallow and steeped in commercial views, taught to regard old and new as ‘things’ to be switched and discarded on whims of convenience.

The old/new contrast between tradition and expediency is most evident in this novel during a visit by the social party to the old, dilapidated estate of General Robert E. Lee. With its dark emptiness and references to stylised pots, white marble, and machined plasterwork, the scene is an attractive nod to the emerging Southern Gothic literature movement, and also a sad reminder for Carrington of the reality of defeat. If war really is an extension of politics by other means, Carrington has seen the principle in action. All around him - physically and spiritually, in his own life and in the lives of his family - are the grim reminders of defeat. It is one thing to be conquered by a stronger force, but the point is that the South is forced also to change: politically, socially and culturally. The old thing must be abandoned for the new thing, as a sign of the conqueror’s permanent victory. Robert Lee’s run-down estate is not a manufactured monumental to celebrate a mythical history, like the tombs and icons of Washington City, but a genuine knife to the gut: a monument from the Old Time, left by the New to rot visibly into irrelevancy. Thus, Von Clausewitz’s maxim is reversed: politics becomes an extension of war by other means, in which parties that cannot overthrow the state by force seek to control or upturn it by intrigue. Men like Lincoln and the fictional Ratcliffe thrive in such coy environments, notwithstanding that they may sometimes be titular war leaders. The defeat of the South confirmed the mastery of the Lincoln-type managerial politician: revolutionary war against the state (as opposed to war inter nation-states, a different thing) could not be waged any more by violent means, instead stratagem would govern public affairs. Still the animal-nature is there, beneath the thin surface of civilisation. Yet we are also civilised and even appear to have a facility for civilisation. How can that be? Perhaps civilisation came about as a way of minimising suffering, this being in everyone’s rational self-interest. Maybe physically and morally weak men like Lincoln and the fictitious Ratcliffe somehow connived civilisation into existence, or perhaps civilisation weakened men genetically and they are the result, so that civilisation is devolving us? Taking us back to those Darwinian monkeys, even? Yet to Darwin, and anybody understanding of evolutionary theory, this would be ‘progress’, entirely consistent with Nature’s needs and purposes (if the clumsy formulation will be excused).

Possibly this novel is a disguised Gothic work. The scene at General Lee’s dilapidated plantation provides us with a window into the deeper primal and transgressive forces that lie at the heart of American history and that are rarely discussed in the mainstream. Like all modern nations, the United States is built on genocide, mass killing and suffering. In the novel, General Lee’s mansion is now a sad shell around which citizens and antiquaries can mosey at leisure, whereas once it was the seat of a great general and Southern hero. Meanwhile, on the horizon, below the purple haze, is the centre of federal power that has supplanted men like Lee in every possible sense, a designed political city that will resist its own redundancy – to the death, if need be. We are meant to accept this New Thing as the one legitimate thing until it becomes the Old Thing, replaced by a new New Thing. No questions must be asked or need be. The smiling, reassuring faces on the news, and the respectable robed judges with their learned voices and sophistic tomes, all derive their legitimacy from the most appalling acts of inhumanity and all maintain it on the basis of ultimately threatening similarly-inhumane acts against anybody who should challenge them. Adams’ novel is telling us the story: it’s the horror and darkness at the heart of a political dream: someone somewhere imposed his will on others. Violence and barbarism, then, are components of a sustainable civilisation, not inimical to it. Culture is only one of the trinity. Now the monuments to violence and barbarism are tourist attractions or subject-matter for hobbyists delving into conspiratorial musings that do not seem to rise much above the level of gossip and paranoia. Perhaps in a sense that is the point. We are not meant to understand, we are mere ideologically-infused tourists, honouring the Old, maybe weeping at its feet. Perhaps that is how tourism began? In the distant past, before the advent of industry, few people moved from place-to-place or would have seen the need as all of their needs were fulfilled in their locality. Presumably there were not tourists after the American Revolutionary War, or the English War of the Roses, say, seeking out artefacts and battlefields as a way of ‘touching history’? At the beginning of the post-industrial era (from the 1850s onwards in England), middle-class people suddenly found themselves with leisure time and decided that they would honour the Old Time and the Old Ways, or they just wanted to touch history as a way of experiencing meaning and tangibility in an otherwise alienated existence. Thus, tourism invented history. Before there were tourists, there were historians, but they were not self-consciously concerned with writing history as history, they were simply codifiers of folklore. It is our era that is self-consciously historical, because we have become reflective beings: the ultimate Cynics. We now reflect on our history as history, and the history of history, and the history of ourselves as a species, and we even self-consciously create history and memorialise it and then go round visiting the memorials. We have moved beyond our localities and ceased to be parochial.

Having begun to understand our place in the world and our folklores as systems (what we call history and ideology), we have also become conscious of the one thing at the centre of all life: suffering as suffering. The signature of an empathetic being is a wish to see suffering minimised. Civilisation is the penultimate palliative, Heaven (or death, if you are atheist) being the ultimate conclusion of suffering. Suffering, then, leads to love or at least the end. For the believer, morality is thus an inescapable paradox: if love is with God alone and we must strive for our end by following Christ’s Way and repenting all sins so that we can stand clean before God, how can one be insensible to a society that practices mass killing in the open under dubious rationalisations of freedom, liberty, equality and justice, and affects to elect, promote and respect the people who do this as law-givers? Both Jesus and Tolstoy had the answer, but few practising Christians embrace their teachings in any serious sense. At the very least, the believer must experience chronic daily mortification. It seems that this so-called Christian ‘morality’ is in rags, and perhaps the real theme of this novel is how such a civilisation – maybe any civilisation - is unsustainable and must inevitably turn in on itself, even kill itself. Why and how might that happen? I would suggest the core problem is the nihilism that superstitious dogma such as Christianity inculcates in self-reflective, self-conscious beings who are aware of history as history and can ‘see themselves’. It is a problem that is not soluble democratically – arguably, democracy in the modern sense even part-causes the dissonance - yet these ruminations are not above mundane politicians. Their type stridently avow that they will create their own City of God on Earth - except for Ratcliffe. Like most corrupt men, he is too honest to submit to such fancies, even in front of the public. Ever the moral-political evangelist, his touch of idiosyncracy is that he believes that purifying government is pointless before a nation of reprobates - he will not even entertain the notion. Yet he is a churchman who disavows a large sector of science and no doubt he may say that all that matters is our place in the City of God. Morality then becomes a mundane and dispensable concern. For Ratcliffe, there is no New Jerusalem, only a distant City that the clean and undefective may enter on conclusion of their lives, or at the Reckoning. There are no standards to be had. All are sinners. All that matters is that we should acknowledge and repent our sins. Ratcliffe creditably does so, only to continue sinning, presumably to repent later at the feet of the Old, weeping there if he has to. This exposes Christianity’s ironical nihilism, which Mrs Lee surmises, causing her to reject Ratcliffe’s City entirely.