Subjects and Persons

On March 5, 2011 by admin

Supriya Chaudhuri

 In the preface to his late and incomplete novel Jogajog (1929; trans. Relationships, 2005), Rabindranath Tagore attempted to distinguish, in a way that might seem eccentric to European discourses of the self, between subjects and persons. He used the term which I translate as subject (‘bishay’) in the sense of ‘subject-matter’, matter for exposition, which he saw as distinct from persons (‘byakti’), defining the latter as an expressive designation, if such a phrase may be allowed. This is the passage:

Proper names are a form of address; subject names indicate nature. When we consider human beings not as persons but as subjects, we title them according to their qualities or states — thus one is called ‘Barabou’ (Elder wife), another ‘Mastermashay’ (Respected teacher).

When the time comes for literary name-giving we fall into uncertainty. The first question is this: is the nature of literary composition to do with subjects or persons? In science the thing itself is all, the only criterion is a qualitative one. When we see a work of psychology entitled ‘A Husband’s Jealousy Concerning his Wife’ we understand that the title will be justified only through analysis of this subject. But if ‘Othello’, the play, bore such a title, it would not have pleased us. For in this case it is not the subject, but the play that is important. That is to say, a totality made up of the plot, the style, the portrayal of characters, the language, the metre, the significance, the dramatic quality. This is what we might call the form of a person [personhood]. From the subject we gain information; from the person we gain the pleasure of self-expression. We bind the subject to our minds, adjectivally; we remember the person through her or his name, by addressing him or her.

 The purpose of this entire excursus on names, whether belonging to subjects or to persons, is to justify Rabindranath’s re-naming of his own work, though in fact the name he chose for it is not a particularly good illustration of his thesis. But what he says has its own interest. The individual Rabindranath identifies as the subject of address through the use of a proper name is, rather oddly, not the fictional person, but the fictional representation as a whole, the text. Persons, that is, are possessed not only of a certain self or identity; they are identifiable, or interpellated, in a social sense. We can, he says, address them. It does not seem to matter to him that the person thus addressed may be a text, a fictional projection of identity which is not so much a matter of linear persistence in time as composite, made up of the juxtaposition of different elements. Relatedness is important, but it is not something that the text can assume as a psychological or physiological given, since textual persons clearly do not exist in real time.

Yet European notions of personhood have usually been founded on the sense of continuity or relatedness. Richard Wollheim begins his book, The Thread of Life, by quoting Kierkegaard:

It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards. And if one thinks over that proposition it becomes more and more evident that life can never really be understood in time because at no particular moment can I find the necessary resting-place from which to understand it – backwards.

 The problem of understanding a life in time is one that occupies Wollheim too, in a study centrally concerned with the nature of persons and of personhood. For it seems clear to him that persons are being conscious of leading their lives in time, beings whose identities are both subjective and relational – capable, that is, of reflecting upon themselves and the continuity of their physical and psychological experience. This continuity, this sense of an identity conferred upon events, upon the life that is led, is what Wollheim terms the thread of life. In his cultured, humane, philosophically post-Freudian study, he follows this thread, like Theseus in the labyrinth, as far as it will take him, even to the recesses of madness and death. But one classical premise of personhood that he will not abandon is that there is a thread: that persons are, in one sense or another, continuous with themselves, and therefore identities.

The narrative representation of persons in European literature has historically been dependent on types of unity-relation established through moral and physical continuities, continuities of experience. But this notion begs several questions, one of the most pertinent of which has to do with the boundary of the self and its event-history. One speaks of persons, and one speaks of them leading lives in time, but is the life led in time – i.e. a relation (in two senses) of events – itself the person, or is there a person distinct from the life that is led? Western metaphysics (contra physicalist interpretations of consciousness from Locke to Dennett) encourages us to prefer the latter possibility, and this is essentialism of a kind, one signally assisted by the triumph of Cartesian philosophy in the seventeenth century. Personhood in the European novel from Richardson to Kafka is located in the indivisibility of the single consciousness, a consciousness attached to a body which acts and suffers, but exceeding that body in its reach and curiosity. In European representations of the self, moreover, identity is doubly constituted: as a sign, a means of being known to others, or identified – and as consistency, as being identical with oneself and one’s event-history. Historically, this double implication of identity is crucial to the political, economic and moral arguments of Western culture, arguments premised on such terms as freedom, knowledge, and responsibility. It is as an identifiable human being who recollects and is conscious of her (more usually his) past actions that an individual can be held to be free and responsible. And as we all know, certain classes of subjects, who are held to be incapable of knowledge or consistency, will historically be denied personhood or full identity (such as slaves, children, women, coloured people, Jews, Palestinians, members of Islamic nations, and colonized races).

 It is important at this moment of our history to think back critically upon this notion of personhood and its employment as an ideological tool in the thought and in the social and political practices of the West. None of us can be unconscious of the assaults that have recently been waged by the governments of two powerful Western nations upon substantially disarmed and technologically ill-equipped countries in the name of freedom, shared knowledge, and responsible action. This may seem to have little to do with the concept of a person, but in fact the assumption of a political and/or moral prerogative, in its most repellent and frightening form, is almost wholly tied to the notion of a self who speaks, and the way in which that self is constituted. It would have been interesting to explore this act of self-construction further, especially because, as any critical examination will show, it is founded as much upon evasion and inconsistency as upon unity and presence. Unfortunately this is no part of my stated subject-matter today, and we can therefore take no more from this brief preliminary excursus on the nature of personhood than a sceptical, even tentative approach to the narrative resources employed to represent a self in time. This scepticism might be reinforced by the Kierkegaardian insight which Wollheim fails sufficiently to recognize. Life can never really be understood in time because at no particular moment can we find ‘the necessary resting-place from which to understand it – backwards.’

For Wollheim, personhood is premised on the ability of human individuals to recall the past through memory and order the future through hope. A test case that he employs is – characteristically, given his humanist leanings – the instance of an Ovidian metamorphosis. He argues that if the metamorphosis is a genuine one, as in the cases of Cadmus or Arachne, who are not recorded as retaining memory of their past existences subsequent to their transformation (that is, Cadmus becomes a typical snake, Arachne a typical spider), personhood is lost. On the other hand, where it seems that the metamorphosed character continues as a ‘person’ burdened with human memory (as in the case of Io, turned into a heifer, who scratches her name on the ground with her hoof) there is in fact no transformation. Io is a person, though only just: she is a human in the disguise of an animal. It is on the basis of this presupposition of personal identity as continuity that Wollheim, a philosophical psychologist, goes on to speak of elements that form the lives of persons: iconicity, imagination, desire, event-memory, introjection. To lead the life of a person is, at least partly, to reflect upon it and know that it is being led.

Derek Parfit’s Reasons and Persons was published the same year as Wollheim’s study: one reason why neither work mentions the other, but philosophically too the two are at odds. The only feature they have in common is that both refer to Bernard Williams’s thought-experiments involving persons named A and B, one of whom is to be tortured and the other rewarded after being infused with the other’s memories and beliefs through an operation: the question, obviously, is what should A (or B) ask for? Instead of using examples from Greek mythology to develop arguments in response to this question, Parfit offers the case of the Teletransporter, a  science-fiction device, through which individuals are destroyed and replicated, or simply replicated, or simply destroyed, with or without their brains and memories: thus teasing out the notion of identity by separating it from personality. Parfit’s conclusions about personhood are deeply anti-humanist and reductionist: he asserts that identity is not important, that we may be content with successive selves, that psychological continuity does not necessarily presuppose personal identity, that there is no self (no Cartesian ego) beyond what we are physically, and that, in sum, we are not what we believe. I find these arguments persuasive and attractive.

But the literary representation of persons rarely fits either Wollheim’s or Parfit’s criteria, though it must be conceded that their philosophical persons are also fictional texts. It seems to me that literature is interested in personhood in crisis. In certain kinds of pre-modern narrative – Homeric epic or allegorical romance, for example – persons are weakly represented in terms of their psychological awareness of selfhood and held together more by the physical continuity of their experience; in the dominant modern form of narrative representation, the novel, personhood tends to be located in psychological subjectivity, in the capacity of mental life to penetrate and appropriate even the most chaotic and directionless record of physical experience (as in, say, Tristram Shandy). The most interesting question here relates to how far personhood is coterminous with the physical boundary of the self, and how that boundary is conceived. Is the person Achilles exactly and no more than the human body of Achilles, or is he also that body gripped, as Athena grips it, by the hair, to hold him back from killing Agamemnon with his spear at the start of the Iliad? Is Tristram Shandy only the human child and later adult Tristram, or is he rather a Cartesian Cogito diffused through the entire pre-history of his birth, from the moment of his conception, near the start of the novel, when his father forgot to wind up the clock? Are persons narratively constituted, as facts of discourse, and in that case are they stories about other people as well as about themselves? This would seem to be the implication of Tagore’s description of personality. Does it make sense to speak of psychological subjects in fiction, constituted of memory and desire, when the unity of these subjects is merely an illusion projected by our desire on shreds of words and images? To take the instances of Proust and Woolf, each of these writers is a non-linear specialist in disconnectedness; yet in so far as persons are made in and by representation, Mrs Ramsay may have dropped a stitch, but she can never lose the thread. The stocking that she knits, like Penelope’s web, will never really be too short.

 I would suggest that personhood, so far from being a psychological given which literature reflects, is constantly invented and put to the test in literary representation. The act of reading fills us with discomfort because we know ourselves to be both inadequately connected and over-connected by comparison with our textual exemplars. Literary persons are more like persons than we are, but they are also, fatally, at the brink of losing their selfhood, of degenerating into textual effect, dogma, allegory, myth. I will look at three examples.

 In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, we read of the mourning Niobe, who is punished for her pride in her children, seven sons and seven daughters, by losing them one by one to Apollo’s arrows. As she weeps, her heart turns to stone, and she is transformed into a stone fountain:

Niobe gazed at the corpses

All her children were dead.

Her husband was dead.

Her face hardened

And whitened, as the blood left it.

Her very hair hardened

Like hair carved by a chisel.

Her open eyes became stones.

Her whole body

A stone.

Life drained from every part of it.

Her tongue

Solidified in her stone mouth.

Her feet could not move, her hands

Could not move: they were stone,

Her veins were stone veins.

Her bowels, her womb, all stone

Packed in stone.

And yet

This stone woman wept.

Ovid exploits the representational analogy brilliantly while positioning his scene at the very edge of the liveable, as we might describe it: nihil est in imagine vivum, he writes, ‘there is nothing alive in the picture’. Niobe’s grief tips her over the brink of personhood into the stoniness of nature or art; but, at the same time, she becomes more, not less of a person when she is a fountain, because she becomes so representationally adequate to her lived experience, her ‘subjectivity’.

 In Mourning and Melancholia (1917), Freud characterized melancholia as a failure to complete the work of mourning: ‘in mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty, in melancholia it is the ego itself.’ This condition of emptiness, of hollowing out, as we might call it, may be transferred by the mourner to the world she inhabits in a radical and absolute sense. The resources of the self are then doubly under stress: as unsupported by any external human contact, or friendship; and as drawing every experience into the abyss of its own self-hatred and sense of waste. A fictive rendering of this state, possibly not unconnected with the author’s own experience of grieving, may be seen in Mary Shelley’s novel The Last Man (1826).

 Written after the deaths of Percy Shelley in 1822 and Byron in 1824, as well as the earlier losses of two of her three surviving children, The Last Man is an anti-Malthusian, Godwinian fable showing how easily mankind may be doomed to extinction if the ‘race of mothers’ is lost to disease. The novel is permeated by the author’s own ‘chaos of melancholy in which I lived so long’, as she describes it in letters written to Jane Williams during this period. This is ‘a melancholy and misery no human words can describe and no human mind long support.’ Mary Shelley’s own experience leads her to identify herself with the last man of her title, the solitary human being left on earth after his companions have been wiped out by a global epidemic of plague. In a Journal entry of May 14, 1824, she speaks of her sympathy with her hero’s feelings, ‘feeling myself the last relic of a beloved race, my companions extinct before me.’

 The year set in The Last Man for the end of the human race is 2100; the novel itself was written in the aftermath of a cholera epidemic commencing in Calcutta in 1817 and threatening Europe in the 1820s. Its dystopic mood offers a feminine corrective to male political fictions of progress and perfectibility; in this respect it answers Godwin’s dream of a revolutionary re-pristination of society with a vision of irresistible disaster. The novel has been read as a political allegory of sorts, but such readings, working out the somewhat tedious and over-extended plot, are overshadowed by the total impact of its apocalyptic rhetoric:

 On the twenty-first of June, it was said that an hour before noon, a black sun arose: an orb, the size of that luminary, but dark, defined, whose beams were shadows, ascended from the west; in about an hour it reached the meridian, and eclipsed the bright parent of day. Night fell upon every country, night, sudden, rayless, entire.

 This is the black sun, we might say, of Kristeva’s study of depression and melancholia that bears the same title. ‘Where does this black sun come from?’ Kristeva asks, ‘Out of what eerie galaxy do its invisible, lethargic rays reach me?… For those who are racked by melancholia, writing about it would have meaning only if writing sprang out of that very melancholia. I am trying to address an abyss of sorrow, a noncommunicable grief.’ The hero of Mary Shelley’s novel, Lionel Verney, calls, at the very end of his tale, upon his own Muse, a ‘sad-visaged power’ named Melancholy, to quit her Cimmerian solitude and spread her ‘murky fogs’ over the earth as he chronicles the last days of the human race.  

The Last Man does not present us with any very striking reprntation of human persons. In many ways it is an unsatisfactory novel, tediously elaborating the lives of psychologically unprepossessing figures caught up in sensational events. Its characters are prone to hysteria and self-pity. What seems to me to be remarkable about the book is its obsessive concern with humanity itself under the sign of extinction, a shadow that threatens to cancel out all pretence of unitary and coherent selfhood. If a novel as a whole can be a person, or the representation of a person, The Last Man offers us a threatened personhood, alternately self-absorbed and self-hating.

 What would it be to live beyond the extinction of the human race? Margaret Atwood’s novel Oryx and Crake (2003) examines that possibility in the light of what we might call bioscience fiction. Humanity has, in her fable, been wiped out much as Mary Shelley had imagined it to be, though by a manmade disaster, an AIDS-like epidemic deliberately spread by the circulation of a Viagra-like drug promising instant sexual pleasure. The scientist responsible for this global pandemic is himself dead; Jimmy, the only survivor (though not quite alone, as the last pages of the novel suggest) has been left to care for a new and genetically improved race of neo-humans called Crakers. The novel is a record of Jimmy’s experience, and in so far as that experience is connected and relatable, compounded of memory and reflection (though not of much hope), Jimmy is a narrative person, i.e. a persona. Indeed, following Ursula Le Guin’s prescription in her essay ‘Science Fiction and Mrs Brown’, Jimmy is recognizably possessed of a distinct human personality: he is cranky, worried, incompetent, despairing, anxious, a figure who calls for readerly identification and sympathy.

 In the essay I have spoken of, Ursula Le Guin, arguably the finest of modern science fiction writers, confronts the problem of personhood in an imagined universe (possibly the Parfitian universe of Teletransporters) where the contours of known identity-formations are imperilled. She cites Virginia Woolf’s dismissive comment ‘There are no Mrs Browns in Utopia’ (a reference to the fables of her contemporary H. G. Wells) and supports the Woolfian vision of Mrs Brown, unmistakably a ‘person’ whom Woolf met in a railway carriage as she was travelling from Richmond to Victoria, and described in her celebrated essay, ‘Mr Bennett and Mrs Brown’. Accepting the justice of Woolf’s suspicion of the post-humanist parable as inimical to personhood, Le Guin nevertheless argues the case for Mrs Brown as a survivor figure, a person domiciled both in utopias and in dystopias. After all, Mrs Brown is an effect of prose, a reflection of what we feel ourselves to be. We can create her anywhere, house her in a variety of possible worlds. And, so Le Guin argues, the survival of fiction depends on the survival of Mrs Brown: without her, neither science nor fiction would be worth having. 

 Le Guin’s view is that of an old-fashioned humanist, though she is herself the author of several post-humanist visions of possibilities beyond the person. Science fiction is one kind of writing that gestures us towards such possibilities, though it is by no means the only one. I would suggest, in fact, that literature always, in one way or another, simultaneously supports and threatens the notion of personhood. It constructs the person as a fiction, but motions us towards a sense of how contingent, how dependent on saving illusions, such fictions are. In so doing, it tells us that we are all, at every moment of our lives, the last of our tribe: on the brink of dissolution as we struggle to read ourselves in narrative persons.

 Supriya Chaudhuri is Professor, Department of English, Jadavpur University, Kolkata

2 Responses to “Subjects and Persons”

  • Rinita Majumdar Writes:
    Thanks for your brilliant and thought provoking essay on “Subjects and Persons”. It was a pleasure to read the essay and kept on haunting me for a long time. Indeed, I never thought of Robithakur’s take on Subjectivity in the way you explained and analyzed it in the context of Jogajog.

    One small comment. It is widely believed in psycho-analytic community that the 1920s and 1930s saw the questioning of the Freudian notion of “Subjectivity”, specifically the notion of feminine subjectivity in Freud; as the entire Freudian notion of subjectivity developed around the “Castration Complex”. The question naturally arose that if the Castration Complex is the bedrock of Subject formation is Freud, then it is unable to explain feminine subjectivity, as one cannot be afraid of losing something that one does not possess. Lacan claimed to bring back Freud’s theory (specially his notion of the unconscious) by building Freud from bottom up. Of course Lacan ended up showing that the Phallus around which Subjectivity is formed is a fetish. Evoking the analogy of the Purloined Letter, Lacan showed that the entire idea of the Phallus is a complex that does not exist except in fantasy, and the masculine identity is fantasy of having this (owning, possessing) the “I” (a linguistic fiction in the place of the lost object), by imposing the lack on the other, while the feminine identity, being epistemically advantageous, is built around the fantasy of being the lack by performing it (“I pretend to lack the phallus, so that you have it…” ) much like Joan Riviera’s theory of “Femininity as Performance”. Considering that there is a deconstruction of the Cogito, Kant’s Person, etc in Lacan, do you think Lacan’s theory is more applicable to Robithakur’s subject formation than other Western thinkers, and that the concept of performance makes more sense for the characters in Robithakur?

  • aryak

    the historical document ( i don’t mean much by using the definite article apaprt from that it is an imoprtant piece of writing from the ‘West’, and historically significant for India and one that leads on to the question of universal suffrage) connecting many of these issues would probably be J S Mill’s essay titled ‘The Subjection of Women’ [1869] that Wolheim refers to in an old NLR article. it directly addresses the issue of a woman’s personhood (or its legal acceptance) as the urgent task at hand. interesting to see how it has a double-faced nature, of acknowledging the crisis and offering a pragmatic, progressive, ’empowering’ solution, and continuing, if substantiating, the legal fiction.

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