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ISBN-13: | 9781596280182 |
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Publisher: | Church Publishing Inc. |
Publication date: | 09/01/2004 |
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THE LANGUAGE OF GRACE
Flannery O'Connor, Walker Percy, and Irish Murdoch
By Peter S. Hawkins
Church Publishing Incorporated
Copyright © 2004 Peter S. HawkinsAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-59628-018-2
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CHAPTER 1
STRATEGIES OF GRACE
In the first letter of what proved to be an extraordinary correspondence, Flannery O'Connor used the occasion of a "moronic" unsigned review to confide her frustrations with the contemporary audience for which she wrote: "It is easy to see that the moral sense has been bred out of certain sections of the population, like the wings have been bred off certain chickens to produce more white meat on them. This is the generation of wingless chickens, which I suppose is what Nietzsche meant when he said God was dead." In a less polemical letter to the same young woman, known to us only as "A," this moral sense which O'Connor found increasingly lacking in our time is spoken of as "the accurate naming of the things of God." The phrase is a gnomic one, but by it I take her to mean the whole theological frame of reference, concretely expressed in Scripture, that once provided the coherence for Western culture and imagination, but which does so no longer.
O'Connor's occasionally ill-tempered frustration with this generation of wingless chickens grew out of an inability to assume (and thereby to share directly) this religious vision of reality with the reader. What she faced instead was a seemingly insurmountable problem of communication. How could she portray the transforming action of the divine within human life for people who no longer have a powerful sense of God, much less a world of symbols by which to understand and articulate religious experience? Deprived of the shared assumptions that allow direct address, O'Connor was bound by the need to find new modes of indirection, strategies of communication that might open the reader to dimensions of life become inaccessible to many and remote to most. In other words, she saw that she had to discover a new language of grace in order to confront the reader with the experience of God, for no matter how current God's mysterious presence among us may be, O'Connor knew that the contemporary Christian writer had inherited a "coin of the realm which has the face worn off it"—what Walker Percy, using a similar metaphor, has called the devaluation of the old words of grace.
What follows in this study is both an exploration of what this devaluation has meant to three twentieth-century authors and an analysis of their attempts in narrative to revitalize the religious imagination by putting the notion of grace, as it were, back into circulation. I have limited myself to fiction writers and, moreover, to those who have dealt openly and in nonfictional prose with contemporary problems of religious communication. For this reason Flannery O'Connor and Walker Percy come immediately to mind. Both are self-consciously Roman Catholic writers who feel themselves working somewhat in a vacuum, both have as their central preoccupation what O'Connor calls "the action of grace on a character not very willing to support it," and both have portrayed the drama that follows upon that action through the use of violence, comedy, the bizarre, and the grotesque.
My third choice, Iris Murdoch, may seem an odd addition to this company. Although she too is aware of the central loss of Christianity in Western culture, and perhaps all the more so from her vantage point in England, she is not herself a believer, but is rather in search of secular and moral equivalents for the discarded faith. While also preoccupied with conversion—the change of heart that becomes a change of life—she gives us in place of God as the end term her transcendent notion of the Good. As with O'Connor and Percy, there is in her fiction the reworking of a basic pattern of conversion: a person forced by extraordinary circumstances to transcend the self-centered demands of the ego, who comes to see another person as real and full and who can finally see that person without the distortions of fantasy or ulterior motive; who can, that is, love someone else. This formula sounds suspiciously like the one used again and again by Walker Percy, but in fact Murdoch's stories of conversion differ a great deal in their intended goal. For her it is entirely a matter of human beings responding to one another, rather than through one another to God. For her the transforming mystery of love into which her characters are called is the mystery of other persons.
We know O'Connor's withering perspective on all this from a letter written to a mutual friend about "A":
I'll tell you what's with "A," why all the exhilaration. She has left the Church. Those are the signs of release. She's high as a kite and all on pure air. This conversion was achieved by Iris Murdoch.... [She] now sees through everything and loves everything and is a bundle of empathy for everything. She doesn't believe any longer that Christ is God and so she has found that he is "beautiful, beautiful!" Everything is in the eeeek eeek eureka stage. The effect of all this on me is pretty sick-making but I manage to keep my mouth shut. (L 459–60)
The scorn heaped on Murdoch as a false prophet and bad influence is of a piece with O'Connor's general attitude toward the generation of wingless chickens for whom God is dead—or become the Good. And yet it seems to me to obscure an intriguing phenomenon in Murdoch's work: the ambiguity of interpretation occasioned by her extensive use of theological concepts and language. However exhausted or rejected the Christian tradition may be in the lives of her characters, its constant presence within the world of her novels raises the possibility that there is a divine reality independent of her own humanism. Something like the action of grace in O'Connor and Percy may also be found at work here, among the signs and wonders of her uncanny narratives. Murdoch offers us the possibility that a writer who uses the devalued words of grace may end up not only revaluing them, but also being used by them; that is, may end up writing fiction susceptible to a sacred, as well as a secular, reading. Everything depends on the interpretive choice of the reader.
It is with this latter point that we begin to see the more basic strategic differences in the kind of fiction under discussion here. If in O'Connor and Percy the reader is rhetorically led to infer from the text a Christian meaning—what O'Connor often referred to as the anagogical level—in Murdoch's work we are compelled only to choose how we will understand the narrative: the text is hermeneutically "open." Thus, we will not be asked to infer a single meaning even though it is often clear enough what the author herself is "thinking"; we will be asked instead to choose among options and to discover our own religious presuppositions in that choice.
Despite this wide divergence, what all three share is a concern with the mysterious life-transforming process of loss and discovery, of death and the possibility of rebirth, which we know as grace. They are writers who want to tell the story of transcendent experience in a period when people commonly lack the words to express it and therefore the means by which to enter it more deeply. They are writers, that is, who are working against the limits of contemporary imagination, both with and against the limitations of the reader.
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It is by first looking at a kind of storytelling that flourished in the West for more than a millennium, however, that we can perhaps best appreciate the very different circumstances of our own time and the difficulties that now stand before any writer who sets out to explore an experience of grace. Let me offer for example the story of Caedmon, the first poet of the English language, which comes to us solely through the Venerable Bede's Ecclesiastical History of the English People. Tradition has it that Caedmon was a stable keeper at Whitby Abbey when Saint Hilda was abbess there in the seventh century. According to Bede, one night at a feast, as the harp was being passed around the abbey hall, Caedmon was so overcome with bashfulness that when the instrument was almost his—and with it the expectation of a song—he fled from the gathering and hid himself in a stable with the animals. That night he dreamed that someone came to him and said, "Caedmon, sing me something." He excused himself by saying that his inability to sing was the very reason he had fled from the hall. This was not compelling enough for the visitor, however, who once more asked him for a song, but this time with a specific theme: "the beginning of created things." Sing he did, but once he began there was no stopping, for the next morning, as Bede continues, Caedmon
sang of the creation of the world, the origin of the human race, and the whole of Genesis. He sang of Israel's departure from Egypt, of their entry into the land of promise, and many other events of scriptur al history. He sang of the Lord's incarnation, passion, resurrection and ascension into heaven, the coming of the Holy Spirit, and the teaching of the apostles. He also made many poems on the terrors of the last judgment, the horrible pains of hell, and the joys of the kingdom of heaven. In addition to these he composed several other songs on the blessings and judgments of God, by which he sought to turn his hearers from delight in wickedness and to inspire them to love and do good. (4.24)
There are several things to take note of here, both with regard to Caedmon's spontaneous outpouring of sacred poetry and to Bede's account of it. In the first place, while Caedmon is asked to tell only the tale of page one, "the beginning of created things," he is forced by the sheer coherence of the story to tell it all the way through, from Creation through Apocalypse. This is because his consciousness is essentially biblical and the Bible, as it is shaped by canon, knows its end in the beginning and its beginning in the end. Within its covers is a vision of all reality embraced, where, as Dante says of what he sees at the end of Paradiso, all is "bound by love in one volume" (33.86). For this reason the particular events of history are given a universal context, a framework in which to be understood and evaluated, whether they be the actions of the first human parents, or of Israel, or of the church, or of any individual at any given "now." The paradox here is that while in one sense the Bible is a very closed book, to which nothing may be added and nothing taken away, it is continuously opening itself up to the contemporary reality of the believer, "evangelizing" human experience by making each isolated moment or event meaningful in terms of its whole.
This brings me to my second observation, which is that Bede's story of Caedmon is itself "biblical" in its narration and the bashful poet a type familiar in Scripture. For Caedmon in his shyness running away from the crowded hall, Caedmon declining an angelic visitor's command to sing, Caedmon dreaming himself a poet and then, mirabile dictu, that dream coming true: what is this but a version of Moses stammering before Yahweh about being "slow of speech and of tongue"? Or Isaiah claiming unclean lips, and Jeremiah his youth and inexperience, as sufficient reason for saying no to God's call? Or the terrified disciples provoking Jesus to tell them not to take thought for what they would say in public—because clearly there was nothing they wanted to do more than disappear to some stable and fall asleep, close-mouthed, in the hay? Whatever the personal peculiarities of Caedmon may have been, whatever the uniqueness of his experience, Bede presents him as a type in a tradition that runs throughout the Old Testament and the New. He is the one who is reluctant to speak, but who cannot in the end reject the words placed in his mouth; the one who confesses with Jeremiah, "If I say, 'I will not mention him, or speak anymore in his name,' there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am weary holding it in, and I cannot."
What we see here is the power of the Bible to incorporate other stories into its larger and ongoing narrative. Thus Caedmon himself, no less than his hymn about the beginning of created things, can be seen as a paraphrase of Scripture. His life thus gains not only in intelligibility, but in resonance: he means something more than himself. What is more, if Bede's Caedmon gains by being incorporated into the context of Scripture, so too does he enrich it by his personal reenactment of it, by re-presenting its typology in his own time and place. For Bede sees that it is not only on Mt. Horeb, from out of the burning bush, that God confronts the one who is afraid to speak, but also in the stable of a place like Whitby, among real cows. In this same way the painters of the German Middle Ages portrayed Christ's nativity in snow, with wise men that look like hearty northern princes and the Virgin a blonde Hausfrau. This is not, I think, a case of simple anachronism; it is, rather, a bold appropriation of the ancient story for the here and now in which the believer lives.
Aside from the universal scope of Caedmon's song and the typology of Bede's account, what remains to be noted is the end, or goal, of both the poem and its narrative setting. Bede suggests it when he mentions that in addition to Caedmon's paraphrase of Scripture and doctrine he also composed several songs "by which he sought to turn his hearers from delight in wickedness and to inspire them to love and do good." One thinks along this same line of Dante's letter to Can Grande della Scala in which he says that the aim of his great poem, in part and whole alike, is "to remove those living in this life from a state of misery and to bring them to a state of bliss." This is the same impetus that moves within the Canterbury Tales, the Faerie Queerie, Paradise Lost, Pilgrim's Progress: the intention (through bawdry as well as beauty) to turn the reader from a delight in wickedness and inspire instead a desire to love and do good. Needless to say, the conversion of the reader is not all these works set out to do, nor can their artistry be reduced to a program in religious or moral instruction. But in the end their artistry is both instructive and heuristic; that is, it intends not only to recall the reader to truths forgotten, but also lead us to discover ourselves in God. Therefore the story of a man lost in a dark wood or of a gentle knight pricking on the plain are narratives which have in view what St. Paul speaks of in Romans as "the renewing of your minds." In this way the work moves in two directions at once, backward to the received teachings of Scripture and tradition and forward to the reader—a double movement of recollection and discovery.
For a text to function in these ways, however, certain conditions must be met. There needs to be a consensus between author and reader based on the shared possession of the biblical subtext, an agreement as to the verities which are to be recalled and about the nature of true self-discovery. In Bede's account of Caedmon, for instance, he presupposes a genuine continuity between the events of Scripture and the ongoing activity of God, so that the bashful singer can be represented as the fulfillment of scriptural typology, a present-day example of the Holy Spirit's divine influence. Bede also assumes that dreams are not simply occasions when one talks and listens to oneself, but times when one may genuinely receive the mysterious will of God, as did the patriarchs and apostles.
Presuppositions such as these, however, are ones which no contemporary writer can make, at least if he or she is looking for a major audience. Each of the authors to be dealt with in this book will variously understand the rupture between Bede's world and our own, either as a historical fact of changed human consciousness, as does Murdoch, or as a historical tragedy and a rupture with reality itself. Certainly the pathos of the break is most acutely expressed by O'Connor throughout her nonfictional prose. In Mystery and Manners she writes:
For the last few centuries we have lived in a world which has been increasingly convinced that the reaches of reality are very close to the surface, that there is no ultimate divine source, that the things of the world do not pour forth from God For nearly two centuries the popular spirit of each succeeding generation had tended more and more to the view that the mysteries of life will eventually fall before modern man.... In twentieth century fiction it increasingly happens that a meaningless, absurd world impinges upon the sacred consciousness of author and character; author and character seldom now go out to explore and penetrate a world in which the sacred is reflected. (M 157–8)
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Table of Contents
Contents
One Strategies of Grace.................... 1
Two Flannery O'Connor.................... 19
Three Walker Percy.................... 51
Four Iris Murdoch.................... 85
Notes.................... 125