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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.

Making Evil

A review of 'Making History' by Stephen Fry

Note: The following review was originally published at Amazon.co.uk on 29th. June 2017.   Link to original review: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/customer-reviews/RCOEK6NDB7XVS?ref=pf_ov_at_pdctrvw_srp

Michael Young is a dissatisfied graduate history student at Cambridge, about to submit his doctoral thesis. He attends the fictional St. Matthew’s College. Somebody more knowledgeable will correct me, but I seem to recall that the same fictional college appeared in a Kingsley Amis novel. Cambridge, not just the university itself but the town as well, is portrayed in this novel as a rather closeted world, detached from the harsher realities of life. This paragraph, referring to a city-wide scheme to combat bicycle thefts, captures the author’s sense of things quite well:

[quote]”There was even a time, which ought to have been humiliating for the town, when they tried a Scheme….The town fathers bought thousands of bicycles, sprayed them green and left them in little bike-parks all over the city. The idea was that you hopped on one, got to where you wanted to be and then left it on the street for the next user. Such a cute idea, so William Morris, so Utopian, so dumb. Reader, you will be amazed to hear, astonished you will be, thunderstruck to learn, that within a week all the green bicycles had disappeared. Every single one. There was something so cute and trusting and hopeful and noble and aaah! In the Scheme that the city ended up prouder, not humbler, for the deal. We giggled. And, when the council announced a new improved Scheme, we rolled over on the ground howling with laughter, begging them between gasps to stop.”[unquote] [pp. 21-22].

That scene-setter is more important than it might at first appear. The characters in this story live in a protected world and are somewhat naïve. Michael’s doctoral thesis – entitled, ‘The Roots of Power’ - is about the early life of Adolf Hitler and attempts to provide some of the explanation of Hitler’s meteoric rise to power in those terms. Michael eventually meets up with one Professor Zuckerman who, intrigued by the subject-matter, has devised a novel means to kill off Hitler’s ambitions at their root, in the belief this will change history for the better. Michael joins the enterprise. Despite their intelligence (or maybe because of it), the two men fail to see the obvious: that history is in reality about general movements, trends and undercurrents, and that historical change is not just in the lap of Great Men, but social, economic and political forces that they use their prodigious energies to guide and harness towards certain goals and ideals: including Nazism. In contradistinction to Michael’s academic thesis, the author’s position on the relevant period of history is that Nazism as a successful mass political movement in Germany might well have happened without Hitler, and he shows us how this could have occurred. I happen to agree with Stephen Fry’s broad view of history, and disagree with Michael and Professor Zuckerman’s. Fry is suggesting that people in history follow patterns of behaviour that are shaped by material circumstances, which perspicacious individuals exploit and manipulate but do not necessarily create. Michael comes to agree and suitably ends the novel by discarding his dissertation, having seen its basis disproven in the most practicable way possible.

This is not a time travel novel. Michael, the main agent of change, by his own admission does not travel through time. Rather, “time has travelled in [him]” [p.379]. The world has changed around him, but as a result of his actions, such that he is the pivot of change, much like Archimedes’ lever. Michael’s consciousness remains unchanged, so that he remembers the old world as it was before, just as he can clearly surmise the new world he is in; the converse is also true when he restores the world to how it was. The idea of altering history by removing a proverbial Great Man from the picture is an old idea in fiction, especially in the case of Hitler – practically a cliché - but Fry gives it a new twist by having the characters change history not by killing Hitler as such, but by ensuring he is never born in the first place. There is an irony that in attempting to do what they think is ‘good’, Michael and Professor Zuckerman end up making the world worse in their perspective, and committing genocide: the very thing they supposedly set out to prevent, an actualisation of Saint Bernard’s maxim, again quite a common theme in fiction. Of course, they are not doing ‘good’ at all, not even on their own terms. Professor Zuckerman is salving his own conscience. Michael is acting out of naivety. Neither is a ‘goodie’ in this novel, they are more like oversensitive children, and if there is a flaw here in Fry’s writing, it is that I genuinely find it difficult to sympathise with either. They are not making history. They have gone outside history and are instead turning the past into a crude morality play in which they have the chance to play God, to make themselves feel better or more important: to make the world spin on their terms, in short to become Great Men themselves. Certainly in the case of Michael that turns out to be the case, as he retains his consciousness of both the ‘before’ and ‘after’ worlds throughout his variegated experiences, thus he stands ‘outside’ the conscious realm of the rest of the world, much like a Great Man might stand above the consciousness of the masses.

Real history isn’t germane to the moralistic point-of-view adopted by Michael and Professor Zuckerman. It is often difficult to discern the morally pure from the less so, and in any case, we will invariably fail in the attempt because we are retroactively imposing a moral template suitable for our own time, not necessarily for whatever past time is under examination. Michael, as a graduate student of the past, should know this. Professor Zuckerman, as a man with a past, does know this. Both are acting thoughtlessly. On the other hand, by removing a Great Man from the equation, and inadvertently replacing him with another, the characters do change history in noticeable ways. Here is the second novel twist from Fry: the notion that replacing Hitler might have improved Nazi fortunes, again implicitly attacking the ad Hitlerum premise of much of the modern history of Germany. The question arises: if our two “heroes” had taken into account the possibility of a replacement for Hitler, could they have achieved their goal, which was presumably to stop Nazism in its tracks as a significant political force in Germany and Europe? Throughout this novel, the word ‘Making’ is used in the chapter titles: Making Coffee is the title of the first chapter. We also have Making Breakfast, Making News, Making Friends, Making Conversation. Underpinning this is a sense that events that make up our lives, and eventually culminate in the history of our own lives, and sometimes the history that makes up the broader public consciousness, is the result of millions of micro-actions of individuals, and that changing one tiny thing, even something as seemingly inconsequential as skipping a university lecture one morning, could have immense consequences. Therefore the moral question is not straight-forward. Even if we accept the value judgement that Nazism was “wrong”, we then have to contend with the prospect that changing history involves altering an infinite number of variables, most of which we cannot even begin to contemplate, with the possibility that our actions might result in or cause still greater evils. The old saw: ‘Things happen for a reason’, has wisdom. Even if Michael and Professor Zuckerman had got to Gloder as well and, anticipating his rise to power in Hitler’s stead, killed him or somehow otherwise neutralised him, who is to say that another still more effective leader for the Nazis could not have emerged?

Also, a broader value judgement inescapably enters into all this. Who says that Nazism was a force for evil? Who decides this? How is this decided? On what criteria? Do we apply our own standards that exist today or do we take account of how people thought in the past? Over what period of history do we make the moral reckoning: the full 20th. century? This novel was written in 1996 and the story has been set contemporarily, so presumably the characters think that the passage of a mere 50 years is long enough to judge an entire period of history and consign it to the dustbin of their own private memory holes. I beg to differ. I would like the patient reader of this review to consider another possibility: that the revolution instigated by people like Stephen Fry is the real evil and that the inverted world that Michael confronts in this novel at Princeton as a result of his dubious dalliances with time is in fact the better world and the way the world should have been.

For once, the naïve whig historian is half-correct: exceptionally, the Second World War was - contingently – a war of good versus evil. But the good side lost and now we live in a world in which this horrible man, Stephen Fry, gets to flaunt his homosexuality and degeneracy right under our noses, knowing we don’t like it. That is not what I would in any sense recognise as freedom. Give me milk and cookies and virgin 20-something women in long dresses and stern fathers and good manners and lifelong marriages and large families and real blue collar jobs and nutritious food and pleasant countryside and literate tabloid newspapers, men who are real men, women who are real women, homosexuality in the closet where it belongs, unarmed bobbies on the beat in funny hats, and above all else, a white British society - give me all those things and more any day over the sick, inverted world that the ‘Stephen Frys’ have created for us. Fry, much like the characters in his own novel, has imposed his own twisted morality on the rest of us in his quest for a ‘better world’: a Hell for everybody else.

Fry is a good writer, I think his pop references are skilful, he is adept with language, he is knowledgeable, and some of the turns of phrases are interesting and often puzzling, but never dull: what, for instance, is “figgy coffee” when it’s at home? [page 129]. Coffee with figs in, I suppose. Another thing I like about this novel is Fry’s knowledge of German. It’s very entertaining to read choice German colloquialisms like Wienerschnitzel, but then I remember Fry has a smutty mentality and I wonder whether the thing that seems entertaining is not as wholesome as it appears, which spoils the experience as I find myself second-guessing the author and delving into his filthy mind, something I would rather not do. Fry does seem to treat his fiction-writing as a platform to promote a pro-homosexual agenda and general obscenity. That is his prerogative, of course, and that in a sense is one of the messages of this book. It is only his prerogative because the forces of everything good and pure were defeated in 1945. Fry is not a stupid man, he knows this, and he chooses to rub this perverse victory in our faces. I would not consider this novel suitable for children, as I would worry about them being exposed to Fry’s homosexual proclivities in print, not to mention lots of other subtle smutty references, especially early on. I am no prude, but it’s not well done here and I can’t get quite the image of the author out of my head when reading it. It is not a stimulating vision. It is for these reasons that, despite the author’s talent, I will not be reading any more of his work. Should I break my own resolution, I expect I will be needing eyewash.

The Unknown Jesus

A review of 'The Good Man Jesus and The Scoundrel Christ' by Philip Pullman

Note: The following review was originally published at Amazon.co.uk on 17th. September 2015. 

How did Jesus, assuming he existed at all, become the figure of Christ that is at the centre of one of the world's great religious faiths? To what extent does Christianity honour the true message of Jesus? This novel attempts to provide answers, or a perspective, on these questions. Here Jesus Christ is split into two characters: Mary gives birth to twin boys, Jesus and Christ. Christ is the weaker of the two, both physically and morally. Jesus is the idealistic, passionate and moralistic one.

Jesus devotes himself to preaching a message consistent with what we would now recognise to be the core of Christianity: love, respect, and helping the poor. Meanwhile, Christ is recruited by a shadowy figure, who is never identified, to record Jesus' work and embellish his actions in written form. Christ is told by this stranger :

"There is time, and there is what is beyond time. History belongs to time, but truth belongs to what is beyond time. In writing of things as they should have been, you are letting truth into history. You are the word of God."

This is probably a fair explanation of the miracles recorded in the New Testament of the Bible. The stranger corrupts Christ and persuades him to portray Jesus as a divine and transcendent figure who performs these miracles, rather than the ordinary, albeit great man he really was. It seems to be implied that the stranger is representative of what would become the Church, thus Christ (the word is Greek for Messiah) through his writings helps to create the institution founded on the belief that Jesus, a plain man, is annoited with messianic divinity as demonstrated by his made-up 'miracles'.

Followers of the Church would argue that this is not a lie, but merely a belief in which they repose their faith (i.e. hope) that this Christ - Jesus the Christ - is the one and only way to God. The name 'Jesus' itself is derived from the Hebrew word yešua', meaning 'deliverance', which conveniently aligns with Jesus's theological function, both in Pullman's story and in 'reality'.

I enjoyed reading 'The Good Man Jesus and The Scoundrel Christ', and I find the author's thesis about the origins of the Jesus myth quite cogent, though I suspect some literate Christians who have studied the historical myth of Jesus in some depth might find this material a little simplistic. We have gotten used to this notion of Jesus having a sort of duality: a corporeal existence as just a man and a more divine existence at the right-hand side of God. I find Pullman's idea of Jesus more convincing. In Pullman's novel, Jesus is a plain man whose modesty and humility stand in sharp contrast to the wealthy Pharisean character of the Church; an unknown quantity on to which a number of beneficient myths and lies have been imperfectly attached, without anyone knowing who the real Jesus ever was.

I haven't tried any of Pullman's 'His Dark Materials' series, and this was my first Philip Pullman novel, but I am glad I tried this, and I think most people will enjoy it, even those with religious faith. It's an easy read, not too challenging, but at the same time it does open the mind and make you think a little.

Archer's magnum opus

A review of 'Kane and Abel' by Jeffrey Archer

Note: The following review was originally published at Amazon.co.uk on 14th. September 2013. 

Many people are familiar with the Bible story of Cain and Abel. In the Book of Genesis, they are the two sons of Adam and Eve, and thus siblings. Cain was the first human being to be born, while Abel was the first to die. It seems that Cain killed Abel out of jealousy and anger after God rejected Cain's offering while accepting Abel's. God then cursed Cain and thus we have the term 'the mark of Cain'. Jeffrey Archer's 'Kane and Abel' is a tale of human potential, but unlike the Bible story, the two warring principals are not siblings. Kane is the scion of a rich New England banking dynasty. Abel, on the other hand, is born illegitimate and raised by a peasant family in Poland. The comparable Bible story is an economic battle in an early agricultural society misinterpreted as a moral battle; Archer's story is, likewise, only a moral battle on the surface. The two characters talk frequently of things such as loyalty and honour, but this is just talk. In truth, this is a story about a power struggle in which both men demonstrate a willingness to pursue their own selfish ends using uncivil means. This is partly motivated by the sense of a penal curse that each man puts on the other - a 'mark of Cain', if you like - though this motivation is much more powerful for Abel who, for reasons I will not divulge here, harbours a primal hatred for Kane. But Abel is also undoubtedly jealous about the fact that Kane already possesses the 'acceptance' of their shared 'god', capitalism, and much like the Biblical Cain seeks to punish Abel. Archer's Abel sees Kane as a target in possession of everything he, as a poor immigrant, hasn't got and wants. Having accepted Kane's pagan money-god, Abel must work and strive and lie and cheat and generally debase himself in order to prove in the eyes of 'money' that he is the equal of Kane and thus worthy of the pagan god's acceptance. That is not to say Abel seeks approval. What matters to him is only attainment and thus acceptance as an apparent equal according to the universal scorecard of money. Thus in a reverse of the Biblical story, it is Abel who carries the 'mark of Cain': but in this story, it is an empowering amulet that brings him closer to the 'god', not more distant as in the Biblical story. It is Kane who provides the novel with its inevitable trajectory while Abel is the striver and chancer and thus the 'outsider' seeking 'acceptance'.

While Abel and Kane may not be related by blood, the author (in my view, cleverly) makes these two characters symbolic 'twins' throughout the story in that Fate repeatedly brings them together, sometimes in ways seemingly inconsequential, but always in a way that is significant to their converging fates. Some people have sneered at the author for putting these coincidences in, but I enjoyed that aspect of the story. In fact, I regard it as the best feature. 'Kane and Abel' is written by a stylist who knows his readership market exactly. Its enervated characters are like something out of an Edwardian-set TV drama, and include more than the fair share of anally-retentive bank executives - one of whom says: "There's no fool like an old fool but I'll back you young man" (that's pretty typical of the standard of dialogue here) - two punctilious Jewish attorneys and a seedy private detective who works on Saturdays. Although I actually quite like Jeffrey Archer, I have never been an admirer of his fiction writing. 'Not A Penny More, Not A Penny Less' is awful rubbish. (The TV adaptation is even worse, if that's possible). 'Shall We Tell The President?' is just as bad. Both novels, and much of the rest of his work, suffer from colourless prose and lack the kind of emotional involvement and appealing dialogue that could really hook a reader. On the other hand, lots of people claim that they are hooked to his writing - witness the reviews on this site - so I suppose it's a matter of taste and opinion. We can also assume from Archer's sales levels that he is a multi-millionaire author, whereas I am not, so who am I to judge? I will judge anyway, as is my right, but while Archer may be a lousy writer, his success means he has to be taken seriously. At his best, Archer is capable of writing a compelling narrative, but it's analogous to fast food. Some people, knowing they shouldn't indulge, just can't resist doing so anyway. They do so even though they know it won't do them any good. As I read Archer's prose, I have this feeling of time slipping away from me, and maybe a few brain cells too.

Admittedly, in 'Kane and Abel' we are presented with a slight case of authorial schizophrenia. It's a 'slight' case because although 'Kane and Abel' does run contrary to the grain of Archer's writing career in that it is, genuinely, quite a decent novel and unquestionably Archer's critical best - his magnum opus, in fact - it does also follow a familiar authorial pattern. Parts of the first chapter are as good as anything I have read, but that only accounts for a tiny part of the whole work. True, 'Kane and Abel' has an intriguing and addictive quality about it in much the same way that a good bit of juicy gossip might have. There's a feeling of wanting to know what happens next, and I kept wanting to know what would happen next to Abel Rosnovski, by far the more interesting of the two characters. However, after a while the reader senses a repetitive pattern enveloping the experience. Rather like a tedious, self-conscious pop anthem, it all goes on for a bit too long and starts to become tiresome, if not intrusive on the reader's time and resources. At 550 pages, it's just too much given that the quality of the material is, for the most part, decidedly average. I'll happily read 550 pages of Dumas, Twain or Irving and come away a better, nicer person, but I can't read 550 pages of Archer without feeling a little resentful. For the most part, Archer's prose is flighty and rhetorical, but we're not in unfamiliar territory and what Archer has produced here is not unique.

'Kane and Abel' is a pluperfect example of what is known, generically, as the 'saga novel'. It's Reader's Digest stuff - fodder for middle-class housewives and people waiting in airports, etc. - and the struggle between Kane and Abel is the type of re-warmed, re-hashed sentimental twaddle you can read in any one of a hundred women's magazines. There's nothing wrong with that - it caters for a certain taste and each to their own - but I've always felt strongly that this sort of material should never really be described as a 'novel' in the proper sense. Dumas, an author I mentioned a moment ago, is particularly relevant here because Archer seems to like the comparison with the famous 19th. century French writer. Like Archer, Dumas had an unattractive and self-regarding aspect to his personality. He often called himself the 'vulgarisateur', which is French for 'populariser'. Yet Dumas is enduring and famous because his 'feuilleton' novels were not just 'popular' but also tender, evocative and stimulating. Archer's writing lacks these qualities. Whereas Dumas was brilliant, colourful and insightful, Archer is compelling, flat and sentimental. In most of 'Kane and Abel' and other 'novels' like it, there's precious little human warmth, no meaningful dialogue, and a distinct lack of introspection or atmosphere. These are attributes that hallmark the novel movement as I understand it, but they are missing from Archer's prose, and even when he tries to facsimile something to the reader that resembles novel quality, it feels painfully translucent or shop-worn. Where dialogue occurs, it is stilted and amounts to irony piled on irony. This is partly due to poor character development. The characters are formalised cut-outs lacking depth or sympathy.

In fairness, Archer is not alone in this kind of indulgence: he just exemplifies a long-standing trend in what might be called 'anti-novel saga-writing'. And it's a commercially-successful trend, so it's unsurprising that the plot of 'Kane and Abel' is reproduced in other Archer works, using superficially-adjusted character and plot devices. 'As The Crow Flies' and 'The Fourth Estate' stand out as obvious regurgitations of this proven formula in which the characters are karmic re-runs amidst a kind of contemporary capitalist version of the Old Norse sagas: those legendary epic 'tales of worthy men'. And just as the Old Norse tales charted the ordinary human cycles of love, power, romance and death, Archer's sagas chart the micro-human cycles of capitalism among the rich, powerful, determined, good-looking and fortunate. Whether the characters actually exhibit these qualities at any given moment in the saga is beside the point. The premise of the novel, much like the premise of the TV series Dallas (which first appeared about the same time Archer was probably writing 'Kane and Abel'), is the eternal personal struggle to acquire or embody the attributes of 'success', regardless of the true economic position or whether one is 'successful' at 'success-making'. Even Archer's mini-saga of poverty, i.e. the early life of Abel Rosnovski, is seen through a palpably retrospective lens, from the vantage point of the 'successful' or would-be successful. The material struggles of the poor are ignored or overlooked. Instead, in Archer's saga of modernist capitalism, the poor are blamed for being poor (they are 'unsuccessful') while the rich, or would-be rich (the 'successful') are celebrated in much the same way the saints were celebrated in some of the Old Norse tales. For Rosnovski, Archer's 'worthy man' - a veritable St. Olaf of capitalism - there is no material struggle, just a Randian vision of 'successful' or 'unsuccessful' people in which Rosnovski 'struggles' to fit in.

This idea of Jeffrey Archer as a 'saga-writer' rather than a novelist is reflected in some of his own utterances. He calls himself a 'story-teller'. I think that's apt. But I don't want to be too hard on the author. Somewhere inside each of us there is a better person fighting to get out. 'Kane and Abel' does have flashes of literary quality that suggest that somewhere inside Jeffrey Archer there might be a real novelist waiting to emerge. And I think that's where we'll leave this review - an appropriate simile for a story about human potential.

Just an endnote: My review here is of the original 1979 version of 'Kane and Abel'. It's important to note that Archer recently updated the novel, removing scenes, switching around chapters and so on. I have not read this latest version. My review is based on the original.