Academia and the Political

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A Conversation between Prasanta Chakravarty and Pothik Ghosh

 

 

 

 

Institutions and Their Sites

Prasanta: Over the past few years there has been a steady shift in the way the academic world is being reorganised and engineered in India. If the break-up of the USSR and the fall of the Berlin Wall gave an impetus to the initial set of policy shifts in the early nineties, the UPA II has been far more ruthless and clinical in its push and success for a set of reforms in the educational sector that is in consonance with larger social changes we witness. The public relations have been quite effective on the face of it. The middle class too, in some sense, is now ready and bloodthirsty to usher in rank consumerism and globalised politics in education. The economic downturn over the past few years has paradoxically emboldened the government to experiment with further reforms and surveillance. In this context, different kinds of responses are emerging from within the educators and intellectuals themselves. One form of response intrigues me a lot—the response of the responsible institution builder, the one who is inclusive, large hearted and reaches out to various ‘stakeholders’.

 
Pothik: You do, indeed, have very good reasons to be intrigued. But my question is how exactly should one map such responses, both in terms of their symbolic economy, and their articulation within the constitutive political-economic structure of the university as an exclusive and exclusivist site of intellectual production? Don’t you think such responses, which are discursively grounded in liberalism, function more as ideological legitimation for the policy-bound neoliberal offensive on our education system, the higher education system in particular, rather than anything else – namely, a liberal politics to democratise the university? Given the changed character of the conjuncture, is it even possible for such liberal responses to be truly effective with regard to democratisation of the university in any small measure? For, what else can the persistence of liberal politics in a neoliberal conjuncture be save an ideology that legitimises the latter and its attendant state-formation and institutional architecture? The principal question for those interested in resisting such all-out neoliberal attack on the liberal institution of the university, and its humanist ethos, in order to deepen the process of its democratisation, is how to envisage a critical struggle that is simultaneously directed both at the authorities and this petty-bourgeois layer of liberal intermediaries in their myriad variety from among the academic community. Can such a politics be imagined without making problematisation and critique of the bourgeois-liberal conception of academics as an exclusive and exclusivist modality of intellectual production, and university as its constitutive material-institutional site, its integral part?

 
That brings me to your assertion about the middle class being, “in some sense now ready and bloodthirsty to usher in rank consumerism and globalised politics in education”. I do not dispute the correctness of such a statement, and, yet, I tend to think that the way you have framed the problem bespeaks a nostalgic and moral registration of the same. Here I would wish to repeat my earlier concerns in a slightly different register. Is it possible, for instance, to develop an effective and comprehensive critique of the neoliberal commodification of education in terms of education as a right? After all, is not the liberal discourse of rights, on which most current critiques of commodification of education have willy-nilly tended to base themselves, structurally and epochally continuous with the neoliberal discourse and practice of commodification (which ought to be read as marketisation)? I mean what unites the two moments — embedded liberalism of early capitalism and neoliberalism of late capitalism — is epochality of the capitalist structure or logic of commodity fetishism, which includes as much the commodity fetish as the fetish character of the socio-economic relations that are its constitutively objective condition of possibility. To the extent that differential inclusion is the conceptual and structural presupposition for the discourse and practice of the politics of rights, such politics is nothing but the concrete expression and reproduction of the fetish character of social relations. That, in other words, is the capitalist specificity of power relations — the socially mediated nature of power.

 
Don’t you think the institutionalised system of education in general, and the institutionalised system of higher education in particular, has, right from its inception, been integral to the segmentation of labour-power and labour market, and thus the stratification of the entire formation of production and socialisation? Therefore, can a struggle against the neoliberal reorganisation of our education system, the university particularly, be truly effective unless it becomes constellationally integral to a larger radical movement that seeks to decimate the epochal capitalist logic of segmentation of labour-power by confronting that logic in its conjuncturally specific and concrete mediation?

 

Between Democratisation and Negation: Love in the Time of the Public Sphere

Prasanta: You have brought up two very specific points of interest. The first is the very definition of a university—which you feel by its very nature is a liberal humanist institution and hence the role of the professors who reach out in order to get into a game of balancing various stakeholders, or ask for time from the parliament and so forth in order to actually fortify liberal democratic structures of governance are actually fulfilling their role at best as social democrats. I can see your critique has a lasting point, for you are seeking a (a) a reconsideration of the institution of university itself and (b) that such institutions and its members, students and functionaries cannot function in void but rather have to relate to material changes that are happening outside of such cocooned world. These are important arguments.

 

To the first—whether a radical critique of the university itself is required is a point that has been thought by a few in different ways. There is one that is currently doing the rounds. It is a further refined way of ushering in speculative capital and knowledge economy by divesting universities all together and creating virtual worlds and MOOCs by dint of which the university, as we know, that is old liberal humanist idea of the university, will vanish and more utilitarian, job-oriented and shared virtual courses will be developed. This is actually divesting the university of its residual public functions.

 

On the other hand, we know that there have been experiments with other kinds of universities and educational fora. Tagore’s Visvabharati experiment comes immediately to mind, in which the university is neither cut off from the local structures of everydayness and community values nor is it glibly parochial. It is a nationalist-international experiment actually. Isabel Hofmeyr has recently directed us to the practices and printing culture of Phoenix Farm in the way Gandhi had worked it out and has made us particularly aware of the very idea of ‘slow reading’ of texts, whereby a whole different mode of existence and education could be conceived outside of the vagaries of the market and disciplinary practices of a Weberian work ethic.

 

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But I am also thinking about Jose Marti’s excellent essay in this context, titled ‘A False Concept of Public Education’, written for La Nacion in 1886. Marti is arguing for love and openness in education in the true utopian spirit, but without sacrificing diligence and rigour—which is spontaneous, not crafted. A few lines are worth quoting: “Why improve public instruction in its outer form and in the material resources—a labour of constant and impassioned tenderness—if the teachers who transmit it…have not been able to save themselves from the malign influence of this national life so lacking in expansion and love? Why accumulate rules, distribute texts, grade courses, erect buildings, pile up statistics…which hardens and embitters, or discontented or impatient young people who are like flocks of birds outside of school….”

 

It is quite apparent that Marti is asking for a much more fundamental change in our institutions. (a) The power to say no—a politics of total and wholesale negation not just of schools and universities as we have known but of a mentality, a culture of competition, and (b) to be able to sensually and joyously relate learning to the very materiality of life itself—for men are not men, but are like flocks of birds. He is asking us to reject the grand project of sterile and repugnant knowledge accumulation for mere human flourishing and growth. The intermediaries, the scholars asking for time in order to implement their own idea of scholarship, are neither negating nor joyously embracing the sensual materiality of our existence. We must rethink the university radically and reject the reptilian scholars and dons who seek to reach out and argue for inclusion and time. Now is the time to create possibilities of radical antagonism by utter and total rejection of the powers-that be.

 

The other point of the idea of commodification and the possibility of its being co-opted within a rights discourse is well taken. I was not trying to undermine the issue of production. The point is not to see education as basic right for every individual and so forth, as liberal democratic set up might conceive it. What I meant was that the segmentation that you are talking about is getting more visibilized now with divisions within the classes becoming sharper and the arriviste class has no qualms now in radically dividing and destroying our better public institutions and opting for rapid and ruthless private means in order to further their own privileged interests. The point I am trying to raise here is about a highly subtle form of betrayal by our best minds, by opting and encouraging a politics of responsibility and a climate of the possible, in times when we need to go all out, cry blue murder and seek radical negation. Without fanfare. We must create alternative structures and platforms of education, nay sharing perhaps, which will reject division of labour that you are referring to.

 

Pothik: Let me to begin in a desultory fashion. You have contended how the “arriviste class” — another way of articulating your earlier formulation of the new middle class, I suppose – has, as an integral part of the neoliberal state-formation, had “no qualms…in radically dividing and destroying our better public institutions and opting for rapid and ruthless private means in order to further their own privileged interests”. While I fully concur with the need to confront this class on the terrain of those institutions that are bearing the brunt of its offensive, the strategy of such class struggle can neither be radical nor effective if it continues to think and envisage itself in terms of the systemically given and epochal binary of the ‘good’ public versus the ‘evil’ private. Instead, one would do well to begin by problematising this (eroding) liberal idea and reality of the public in the same movement that one engages the neoliberal assault on it in a no-holds-barred class warfare. Is not the liberal idea of the public, and its institutional actuality, bourgeois to begin with? Does that, therefore, not imply that we seek the roots of the current neoliberal offensive on such an idea and its institutional materiality precisely in the structural-genetics (or architectonic) of the latter.

 

I am compelled to ask again, is not the neoliberal conjuncture, and all that it entails in terms of the policy offensive of its state-formation on the education sector, the outcome of the recomposition of the liberal conjuncture of early capitalism due to the unfolding and extended reproduction of the epochal logic of capital constitutive of the latter? I would, in fact, ask the same question when you similarly argue that the policy attempt to transform the university into an institutionality for developing and disseminating “utilitarian job-oriented and shared virtual courses” “actually (amounts to) divesting the university of its residual public functions”. However, the public-versus-private line of argument, in the context of fighting the privatising assault of neoliberal capital on the public good of education, can be productive only if we think of and affirm the idea of the public in terms of the “proletarian public sphere”. A conception that is radically antagonistic to and separate from the Habermassian liberal-bourgeois public sphere constitutive of “communicative rationality”. The former conception is anticipated by Walter Benjamin in some of his entries in ‘One-Way Street’, and finds full-fledged conceptual formulation in a collaborative work by Oskar Negt and Alexander Kluge.

 

You also contend that one of the ways in which the idea of radical critique of the university, which I insisted upon earlier, has been thought of “is a further refined way of ushering in speculative capital and knowledge economy by divesting universities altogether and create virtual worlds and MOOCs by which the university as we know—that is old liberal humanist idea of the university will vanish and more utilitarian job-oriented and shared virtual courses will be developed”. Now, I would entirely agree with such an argument if what it’s implying is that such an interpretation of the idea of radical critique of the university must be stoutly resisted as a mischievous and equivocal misinterpretation of that radical idea by the powers-that-be in order to surreptitiously garner the consent of the progressive and radical sections of the university community for its pernicious neoliberal agenda. But if the intended implication of such an argument is that one must steer clear of broaching the idea of radical critique of the university because it is pre-programmed for abuse — that, I know from personal experience, is the reason why many ‘state socialist’ progressive academics of Delhi University tend to come up with such an argument – then I would disagree vehemently with it. There should be no confusion in our minds that such neoliberal measures, even though they may at times come couched in the idiom of radical critique of the university as a liberal-humanist institution, is the obverse of such critique. Such measures are tantamount to an increasing actual subsumption of the university by capital, and not its radical, anti-capitalist critique by any stretch of imagination.

 

Notwithstanding some difference in our respective strategic perspectives, you too, in the final analysis, are arguing for the need to envisage resistance against the neoliberal assault on the academia and the concomitant struggle to democratise the university as “radical negation”. One that will “create alternative structures and platforms of education, nay sharing perhaps, which will reject such division of labour that you are referring to”. On that score, our strategic perspectives clearly appear to be in sync. Yet, given that your understanding of the situation is through an insider’s direct experience, what I would be more interested in is how you adumbrate the concretely specific (tactical-programmatic) terms in which the academic community (students, teachers and other non-teaching employees) can, in your reckoning, collectively start envisaging and articulating such a strategy of radical negation in its praxical actuality.

 

In that context, I would wish to critically reflect on Tagore’s Vishwabharati experiment? as your example of one of the many alternative educational forms to that of the bourgeois liberal-humanist university. You are absolutely right in drawing sympathetic attention to Vishwabharati as Tagore’s realisation of his vision of “the university (being) neither cut off from the local structures of everydayness and community values nor (being) glibly parochial” but being “a nationalist-internationalist experiment”. Your juxtaposition of Gandhi’s Phoenix Farm experiment in South Africa with Tagore’s Vishwabharati model is, in that context, quite appropriately relevant. The methodological convergence between Tagore’s pedagogical vision – embodied not merely by Vishwabharati but also by his Sri Niketan experiment – and Gandhi’s “Nayi Taleem”, the differences in their larger philosophical and political presuppositions notwithstanding, are there for everyone to see. Tagore’s pedagogical vision that undergirded his Vishwabharati experiment, not unlike Gandhi’s “Nayi Taleem”, was based on envisaging the organicity of ideas (the mental or the intellectual) to the materiality of everyday life. As a result, his Vishwabharati experiment can be seen as an attempt to articulate and establish a more intersubjective and thus dynamic process of knowledge production that would effect the collapse of the educator/educated hierarchy and, in the process, pose as its performative dimension the form of dissolution of the bourgeois liberal academy as an exclusive and exclusivist site of intellectual production. That Tagore’s Vishwabharati has become the UGC’s Vishwabharati, however, reveals that a structural gap has intervened between Tagore’s educational philosophy and its effect.

 

The question is, where exactly can this gap between philosophy and its effect be located? As far as I am concerned, the problem lies precisely in the way Tagore conceives of the materiality of everyday life. Tagore, while seeking to ensure that Vishwabharati , as an alternative form of intellectual production, was not “cut off from the local structures” of such everydayness, grasped everyday life not as an ontology of critique and politics but in terms of an anthropological invariant that is objectively given in and as diverse life-forms in their localised specificities. Not surprisingly, and in spite of the best of intentions, this inevitably led once again to the restoration of the logic of subject/object duality, rendering the Tagorean form of the intersubjective pedagogical process an ideological practice that legitimises the appropriative, accumulationist and alienating modality of the academic production of knowledge and ideas.

 

For me, the Marti essay you cite, will always pose a far more radical approach to the problem of education, and not merely because it declaratively calls for the subversion and decimation of academia as a privileged site of intellectual production but because by stressing on the centrality of “love” and the attendant spirit of sharing and openness to a democratic sociality of education (and intellectual production) it clearly indicates that the question of democratisation of education and knowledge production cannot be adequately and effectively addressed outside the context of transformative politics. For love is possible — as Pasolini seems to be repeatedly telling us through his poetry, novels and films (especially, The Hawks and the Sparrows) – only in and as abolition of power. Badiou too has explicated this Pasolinian concern in his own inimitable way. The radical philosopher, following Lacan, conceptualises love as an ‘intersubjectivity’ of encounter (“relationality of the non-relational”), and not an intersubjectivity of relationality, and thus power. Clearly, the negation of the latter is the inescapable condition of possibility of the former. For this reason Badiou terms love “the basic unit of communism”. Love is, therefore, affirmative negation, which in turn is nothing but the revolutionary politics of class struggle. Such politics of radical antagonism is not a conflict of classes along the axis of perpetual friend/enemy divide, a la Carl Schmitt. It is, instead, a war, as Marx would say, for the abolition of classes and not equality among them. In other words, this would be a war that inheres in love as its necessary condition of possibility. Not for nothing did Victor Serge describe revolutionary politics as “war without hate”.

 

The centrality of love and the spirit of openness and sharing (communisation) to the sociality of an egalitarian process of education and a democratising modality of intellectual production in Marti’s tradition of politics as education has evidently been carried forward by the transformative political project of Latin American liberation theology, and the current tendencies of South American radical politics that in all its diversity has come out of that legacy of liberation theology. Paolo Freire’s acutely politicised and highly radicalised educational philosophical legacy of “pedagogy of the oppressed” and “pedagogy of hope”, which now stands generalised as a form of critical political inquiry beyond Latin America, is a typically representative example of the political project of liberation theology.

 

Love as the basis of the sociality of education and knowledge production opens up the new intersubjectivity of encounter – as opposed to relationality – both at the level of educator/educated, and thus also at the level of the subject and object of knowledge production. It’s in this context that Freirean “pedagogy of the oppressed”, with its moorings in liberation theology and its ethico-political conception of wisdom of love (as opposed to love of wisdom), which it evidently shares with Marti, rearticulates Marx’s critique of anthropologistic “contemplative materialism” of Feurbach – “the educator must be educated” — from within the cultural specificity of its own experiential universe. This universe is one where religion is experienced and affirmed in its internal division as alienated and “non-alienated” (Enrique Dussel’s conception of Christian religion and theology as an idiom of critical praxis and non-alienated social being).

 

This dialogic and radical intersubjective modality of the Freirean “pedagogy of the oppressed” and “pedagogy of hope” has strong affinities with the modality of teaching/learning that Ranciere, through his post-Althusserian historico-philosophical investigations into the lives and cultures of the working class-in-formation in 19th century France, particularly in his, The Ignorant Schoolmaster, unearths and affirms. The form of knowledge that such dialogic, radical and praxological modality of education and intellectual production yields is what Nietzsche called “gay science” – a short-circuit between the finite particularity of experience and the infinite generality of knowledge to produce the singular-universality of praxological science. This is neither the time nor the place for a philosophical excursus. Nevertheless, I feel compelled to clarify, by making a minor digression, that even as I affirm gay science as the form of knowledge that is produced in and by the dialogic and praxological intersubjective modality of pedagogy, I am not a Nietzschean.

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To return once again to the question of a more egalitarian and democratised modality of education and/or intellectual production. What, in a more precise and operative sense, is the methodology for actualising the Freirean pedagogical principle of radically dialogic intersubjectivity? Freire’s “pedagogy of the oppressed”, which defines liberation “not as a gift, not self-achievement, but a mutual process”, is based on the mutualist concept of “conscientizaco” (conscientisation) that is an indispensable part of Latin American liberation theology and its cultural and linguistic universe of the “dialogics” of fraternal love. Freire writes by way of explanation: “The important thing from the point of view of libertarian education, is for the people to come to feel like masters of their thinking by discussing the thinking and views of the world explicitly or implicitly manifest in their own suggestions and those of their comrades. Because this view of education starts with the conviction that it cannot present its own program but must search for this program dialogically with the people, it serves to introduce the pedagogy of the oppressed, in the elaboration of which the oppressed must participate.”

 

Of  Unhinged Loose Can(n)ons and Revolutionary Pedagogy

Prasanta: In the light of your quite clear and patent articulations, let me clarify two things. First, let me elaborate further on what I mean by a politics of negation as far as education is concerned. And second, let me also tentatively consider whether there are ways to evade and bypass the available options in India right now, and think of some other ways of sharing. I must say that my position is rather minimal, rudimentary and halting in aspiration. This is not because it is a question of being righteous. What I am sanguine about is a necessity to think afresh, and stay clear of certain gestures and modes in and through which the game of higher education is played in India within the academia. I repeat—unlike you (since I draw salary from an institution directly under the government ) — I do not consider myself outside of this structure at all. Hence, these promptings and reflections.

 

As I see it, there are two sides to the idea of negation. One is coming straight from trying to make sense of the idea of liberal public which you rightly critique. One notices in academia—a pattern, a perpetuating tapestry, which is also a surer staircase to certain notions of success. This pattern, this tacit consensus, cutting across political positions asks us to act responsibly in all circumstances. We have a most wonderful articulation of this mode of behaviour in Max Weber’s watershed essay, ‘Politics as a Vocation’, where he makes a distinction between an ethic of conviction or ultimate end and an ethic of responsibility. The crusader, for Weber, religious and revolutionary alike (characteristically the liberal makes no distinction between the two) engage in a politics of ends. This is a dangerous form of romantic indulgence to Weber. He sees the revolutionary or the man of conviction as a windbag, a poser and a populist. The mature man, on the other hand, is aware of a responsibility for the consequences of his conduct. This ethic of responsibility is a ‘spiritual calling’ for the large-hearted liberal. Only this man, the responsible man, can be bequeathed with the reins of the world—of the political arena, of schools and colleges, of factories and assembly lines, of various kinds of administration. This is how liberals relate governance to well being.

 

Now, such motivated zeal for building institutions around an order of responsibility gets further complicated in academicians who see themselves as opposing the liberals and take a different position in scholarship and styling—for example, various modes of communitarianism—invoking philosophies of Levinas, Charles Taylor or Gandhi or such ethical modalities of practice, is one curious phenomenon. Sometimes such positions are taken by left-liberals who, having little independent left motivation, always and eventually move into the same Weberian mode of responsibility at the earliest opportunity. I recall a short story by Shambhu Mitra titled ‘Aranya’, where the protagonist, Anil Roy, comes out with a stunning, blasphemous statement at one point: “Tomader moner bhetore kono thakurghor nei. Leftism er buli aar nirlojjo opportunism er barnoshankar shontan tomra.” (You don’t have a sanctum-sanctorum within your soul? You are a monstrous hybrid progeny of left posturing and rank opportunism). I have seen this quite closely inthe workings of a couple of research institutes in India—how the ruthless magic of critical left intelligentsia works!

 

What happens in such cases is that the stands taken inevitably become inward looking and instead of actually relating to material practices, even actual communist or communitarian practice, become academicised, austere, bonsai-ised. Thereafter the story is predictable—friends are mobilized, coteries are formed, politeness prevails and swords are unsheathed stealthily. This is how the game is played—by a strange institutional logic and you dare disturb the applecart at the peril of being sidelined systematically from the scene altogether. I see all forms of ideologies happily coexisting in this mode of maturity—the ex-Trot can dine with the nativist, the radical humanist with the soft-Hindutva guy. No problem at all. Either flag bearing, jesting or magic! This is not to say that one is looking for something authentic and righteous outside the game. But the stakes of the game need to be slotted somewhere much higher.

 

The whole mode is deeply and completely risk averse, anti-romantic, shuns conviction and has little to do with intellectual practice. It is here that one needs to invoke The Ignorant Schoolmaster as you have rightly done (though you have distanced yourself from that tradition at the same time). One must unequivocally root for a certain naiveté and surefooted stance in matters of higher education. While I see your critique of Tagore and Gandhi perfectly well, I feel there are moments of dissension and negation that must operate at two levels at the same time. On one hand, at the level of ‘praxical actuality’ as you have suggested. Here it is important to take the fight to ‘friends’ who are acting and egging on responsibility and counter that with sweeping modes of irresponsibility all the time. There is a very interesting word in Bangla and I am sure there are cognates in most languages: paglachoda. This refers to a certain mode of unpredictability in a social actor, someone who is unhinged in his acts and therefore most deeply irresponsible. For practising utter and complete negation, one needs such naïve and rigorous paglachodas in dozens. Paglachodas do not have the burden of radicalism. They have no burden to agitate and save the world. Most of all they have no burden to act conscientiously. They can come from multiple dispensations: classists, romantics, Dalit activists, Marxists, having other new social motivations and so forth. The common minimum  baseline is their refusal to give in to predictability and accountability. Only such people can talk back to authority with little at stake and think and spread the Marti variety of love and non-sentimentality.
There are ways of being irresponsible that would disturb and negate the logic of institution building. One must practice those in the academia all the time so that the protocols of moderation and disciplining are queered repeatedly. One can, for example remain silent and keep the opponents at tenterhooks—while taking crucial oppositional positions when time and occasion requires taking some institutional decisions. But one also has to be careful while talking about negation. Italo Calvino, taking stock of the post-1960s generation , in his lovely piece ‘Right and Wrong Uses of Literature’, asked the pertinent question that after the days of great theoretical breakthroughs and dismantling of humans from the human sciences and so on in the last century, one felt that the ground had been cleared for some new works of art and new structuring. But what came out of it—Nothing!: “ The new political radicalism of the students of 1968 was marked in Italy by a rejection of literature. It was not the literature of negation that was proposed , but the negation of literature.” Of course, Calvino is talking here about the rejection of the wishy-washy notion of a committed writer and it is leading to nothing that is sharper or complex or critical. Calvino’s own replies to this predicament do not always impress me but the point about negation is well taken. Another way to ask the question is to ponder how is it possible to uphold rigorous intellectual pessimism (which is the most important quality to be honed of one has to triumph over this all round barbaric dance of happiness) and yet practice commitment and conviction?

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The obverse, the more positive side to negation is to seek out more paglachodas  around you, around your locality, around regions, nationally and globally—for such politics is about forging that many-headed hydra about which Linebaugh and Rediker had informed us long ago. From my little experience in the academia I cannot but agree with Arvind Krishna Mehrotra’s recent pronouncement: “ The great betrayal of our literature has been primarily by those who teach in the country’s English departments, the academic community whose job it was to green the hill sides by planting them with biographies, scholarly editions, selections carrying new introductions, histories, canon-shaping (or canon-breaking) anthologies, readable translations, revaluations, exhaustive bibliographies devoted to individual authors, and critical essays….” Surely, Mehrotra is trying to impart and induce guilt somewhere, which is not a good idea, but he is right in the sense that the academia has lost touch with the wider cultural and political questions altogether. It has lost touch altogether with the anonymous, defeated people around us. Encouraging and practising forms of responsibility is the most surreptitious way of propagating neoliberalism at this point.

 

Pothik: You have raised some rather interesting, and important, issues here. However, the only way I can hope to do some measure of justice to them is by taking a slightly long detour. One that must begin by clarifying in some detail why I, a complete outsider to the world of professional academics both in terms of credentials and stakes, should be interested in this engagement at all. The first, and most obvious, reason would be that as a Marxist inclined towards the actuality of militant revolutionary politics, I find the terrain of institutionalised academics, as it concretely is at this historical juncture, open and fertile for subjective intervention. But there is another more important reason. One that has to do less with how radical negation can be envisaged in the concrete specificity of the university, and more about how the revolutionary working-class movement itself (and those committed to it) can and must think the twin-problems of political education and revolutionary organisation.

 

Here I wish to make what might, at first glance, appear to be a dangerously scandalous statement: only the party of the proletarian revolution can be the new university. Before some of our ‘radical’ethicist friends in the academia (and even some outside it), with their deep sense of attachment to what they think is their academic/intellectual autonomy, go for my jugular, let me quickly and without much ado clarify what I am proposing here. I am most certainly not calling for the takeover of the university by this or that really-existing organisation or ‘party’ of the left. I am, in fact, doing precisely the opposite. I am, in calling for the (sublated) dissolution of the university into an active form of the revolutionary movement (the party), also unambiguously stressing on the ineluctable need to reconceptualise the existing modality of political education within the larger working-class movement, and its material form — the sundry sectist and sectarian organisations or ‘parties’.

 

Clearly, if the new university must be the party of the proletarian revolution, the party of the proletarian revolution cannot be the old university. To think, or talk, in terms of really-existing leftist organisations displacing or taking over the university would be to think in terms of competition of different hegemonies. That would, I must clarify, still be the case even if one were to talk of such takeover of the university by a hitherto non-existent, ideal organisation that will nevertheless not be essentially different from the ones that are already around. The question, therefore, is not about finding or building that best organisation which can take over the university. The question is not of takeover of the command system of the university at all. The question really is of envisaging a modality and form of intellectual production, which in the process of struggling against the materiality of hierarchical and hierarchising command systems of bourgeois institutions (state apparatuses) such as the university – or really-existing working-class political organisations for that matter — tends to seize control of them in order to decimate them even as they constitute themselves into a form that precludes the hierarchising and hierarchical system of command. It’s in this sense that a Marxist would, or at any rate should, envisage control of factories and universities by workers (including academic workers such as teachers and students). Otherwise it would amount to, regardless of what eventually prevails – the university under the leadership of the current authorities, or the university as subservient to a leftist organisation or ‘party’ – reproduction of the structural logic of hegemony. It would not, in any sense, be the counter-hegemonic critique of the structural-causality of domination and competition that the envisioning of the proletarian-revolutionary party as the new university is meant to be an articulation of.

 

The really-existing sectist and sectarian organisations and/or ‘parties’ of the working-class movement are, as far as their modality of political education is concerned – which is basically the modality of production and dissemination of political knowledge/intellect –no different from the hierarchical and hierarchising modality of intellectual production that the university, as a bourgeois liberal idea, is an embodiment of. In such circumstances, to unreflexively envisage an opposition of really-existing working-class political organisations or ‘parties’ against the university would amount to no more than a politics that seeks to effect displacement of ideology, which is precisely how ideology works and reproduces itself. Such a struggle, by virtue of being unreflexively posed against a dominant institution, would be a reproduction of the structural-functionality of ideology-in-internal-displacement and thus a perpetuation of hegemony as a principle. That, needless to say, would render such struggle a competition between two identities, even as it makes of the working-class organisations and/or ‘parties, in their unreflexive opposition to the university, as much of an ideological state apparatus as the university they seek to oppose.

 

The sundry really-existing organisations of the left and their unreflexive political orientations reveal that the modality of political education dominant within the working-class movement — one that they materially incarnate in being the unreflexive, and sectist and sectarian groups they empirically are – is the same bourgeois modality of exclusive/exclusivist intellectual production. There is one minor but crucial difference, though. And that is, unlike the university, the really-existing leftist organisations occupy, in objective historical terms, subordinate positions and are thus, in precisely those objective terms, ranged against really-existing institutional forms of domination. It is this that for me renders them more likely starting-points than the university for the transformation of the hierarchical and hierarchising bourgeois modality of intellectual production and education into a radically democratic and egalitarian modality of social being that is constitutive of the simultaneity of abolition and obviation of the hierarchical duality between the mental/intellectual and the material/manual. Such objective difference should not, however, be taken to mean that the intended transformation would be automatic.

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The question now is what will the intervention, which would effect such transformation, consist of. I think Ranciere’s post-Althusserian departure — which began with Althusser’s Lesson and which in terms of theoretical, if not also thematic, problematic unites his Proletarian Nights, The Philosopher and His Poor and last, but not least, The Ignorant Schoolmaster — provides some interesting insights on that score. I must, however, immediately also state that for me those insights are not so much in the affirmative, programmatic direction that Ranciere’s critical departure from Althusserian Leninism takes. A direction that I think is libertarianist and one, therefore, that I am loath to adopt. Instead, they lie in what his critique reveals, with indisputable precision, to be the trouble with (Early) Althusser’s philosophical Leninism.

 

In your earlier response you say I invoke Ranciere’s ‘The Ignorant Schoolmaster’ only to distance myself from that tradition. Let me try to be more pointedly specific why that is so. I earlier wrote, “Nevertheless, I feel compelled to clarify, by making a minor digression, that even as I affirm gay science as the form of knowledge that is produced in and by the dialogic and praxological intersubjective modality of pedagogy (a la Ranciere’s The Ignorant Schoolmaster), “I am not a Nietzschean.” Allow me to clarify further. In my reckoning, while gay scientificity is most certainly a critique of the metaphysical modality of infinite totalisation, whose mode of production/reception of knowledge is hierarchical and hierarchising, in Nietzsche it articulates and poses a conception of finite freedom as critique of infinite totalisation. I, on the other hand, tend to think in terms of a Marxian gay science – which can most likely be derived from Marx’s Theses on Feurbach – that would pose the singular-universal in its transfiniteness, and not as the singularity of finite freedom, as an affirmative critique of the metaphysical modality of infinite totalisation, and its constitutively hierarchical mode of knowledge production.

 

Now, at last, I come to where I had been trying to get to for a while. And it is the analogy — right after my heart — that you seem to be drawing between literature and education by citing Italo Calvino’s celebrated essay, ‘The Right and Wrong Uses of Literature’. Let me at the very outset say I share your reading of that essay, both in your appreciation and criticism of it. However, I must in my own language, and from the vantage-point of my political position, spell out how I encounter the twinned problematics of negation of literature and literature of negation. That will not only render evident the precise reason why I agree with you but also underscore, I think, crucial divergences between us on what we respectively infer from our otherwise convergent positions on that question. I do not in anyway subscribe to the idea of negation of literature as its abandonment or rejection. I think that to be a romantic conception of negation of literature, which deceives us by its radical appearance about the intentionality of its unconscious that is patently reactionary. Instead, I would pose an anti-romantic conception of negation of literature — which comes to me through Benjamin’s Schlegelian-romantic idea of a work of literature being self-sufficient in being both the work it is and its own criticism, and Brecht’s “gestic”, and thus de-aestheticising, conception of art. Here the negation of literature is meant not to be its rejection or abandonment, but its extenuation – going through literature to come out at its antipodes. This conception of negation of literature as its extenuation clearly indicates that negation of literature is a tendency rather than an ontic situation. In that context, the validity of literature of negation would lie precisely in it being a discourse of kenotic literary self-transcendence, rather than an aestheticised form or genre. Hermann Broch’s ‘The Death of Virgil’ — which is an example of a work of literature being both a declarative and performative manifesto for the overcoming of literature — immediately comes to mind. There are a few more modernist literary works — which through their respective structural compositions light up this path of kenotic literary self-transcendence — that I would like to mention here: Calvino’s ‘If On a Winter’s Night A Traveller’, Julio Cortazar’s ‘Hopscotch’ and Raymond Roussel’s ‘Locus Solus’. Augusto Boal’s “theatre of the oppressed” — a synthesis of Brecht’s “theatre of instruction” and Freire’s “pedagogy of the oppressed” — is, for me, personally one of the most important examples of art being the principle of its own overcoming and transfiguration into transformative politics.

 

Therefore, this approach of negation of literature clearly shows that it’s neither about literature being privileged over life as its determining moral norm nor life being privileged over literature as its determining aesthetic imperative. It is not about literature being a reflection of reality, or reality being a reflection of literature. Rather, the point is to envisage and grasp literature in terms of the real of the reflection it is. The problem, from my Marxist vantage-point, is, how can literature be reconstituted as life, not be its determination, even as life, in the same movement, reconstitutes itself as its own critique into literature, or other discursive forms. In other words, the negation of literature as its extenuation means to radically negate the privilege of literature over life. Something that would, in the same movement, have to be the negation of privileging of life over literature. That would mean to break with the hierarchising and competitive binary/duality of life and literature to be reconstituted as a synthetic singularity that is neither life nor literature but something that is greater than the sum of its parts. That something would be politics in its praxical materiality. But is this politics the system that reconciles life and literature in their mutually subjectivating, competitive and hierarchising duality? That would be its Hegelian explication. From a Marxian point of view, however, politics would be a synthetic singularity that constitutes itself in, through and as a break with both the identities of literature and life, and thus with their systemic unity as a hierarchicising and competitive duality of identities. This singularity would be a new ontological order constitutive of the simultaneity of negation of literature by life and life’s own negation of itself. This would be what Althusser conceptualised as “process without subject” in Marx. Badiou’s “singular-multiple” and “multiple without one” are even more rigorous conceptualisations of the same. This process has a constellational formation in which ‘literature’ and ‘life’ are preserved as moments constitutive of the constellational formation of this process of disarticulation or dispersion, even as they are simultaneously cancelled as identities (subjects) and the mutually subjectivating structures they found.

 

Clearly, revolutionary praxis, or communism, as the actuality of this process without subject in its constellational and constellating formation is not the wiping out of the particularities of literature and life, and their difference. Rather, it is the particularities of literature and life, and their difference, wrenching themselves free from the capitalist system — which commoditises them by putting them in a relationship of competitive duality with regard to one another — by reconstituting themselves as the singularity of the process without subject. This compels me to contend that Marxism as a theory and concept of this constellated and constellational formation of revolutionary praxis is — contrary to both its proponents among the really-existing organisations and ‘parties’ of the left, and its poststructuralist detractors — not a theory of a politics to homogenise difference to sameness. Yet, Marxism is not, I would argue, a philosophy of difference. Instead, I would, following Badiou, term it a “philosophy for the event” or a philosophy for non-identity.

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Therefore, literature of negation must pose its own reconstitution as negation of literature and be reconstituted thus, even as negation of literature simultaneously poses its own critique by being simultaneously reconstituted as literature. Such a process would be constitutive of the constellating singularity or anti-dialectic of politics (praxis). Politics (or praxis) would, therefore, be about the actuality of deployment of difference in the uninterruptedly simultaneous deployment of the difference of literature of negation and negation of literature with regard to one another. Similarly, techniques of democratisation of education (intellectual production/dissemination) would fulfil themselves as their tendential democratising aim only when they are simultaneously both themselves and the constitutive moment of the unfolding of the larger constellational movement of socio-political transformation they, in emerging as methodology or techniques of educational democratisation, incipiently posit.

 

Therefore, to return to an earlier formulation, production of politics as practical critique of politics of production (capitalism) is the only context within which methods and forms of democratic pedagogy and egalitarian knowledge production can emerge, and fulfil what they in their emergence were meant to accomplish. In other words, production of politics as critique/radical antagonism of politics of production is both the modality and form(s) of non-alienated, creative activity and thus democratised production and reception of knowledge (ideas organic to the materiality of such activity). In that context of production of politics, the traditional relationship of hierarchy and competition between the so-called pure and technical sciences on one hand, and the human and social sciences on the other – based as they are on the structurally divisive conception of disciplinarity – also tends to collapse. That is because the production of social and/or economic needs (the domain of pure and technical sciences) is, in such a situation, integral to and not separate from the production of politics (as praxis of continuous struggle to perpetually reorganise the social-industrial process, and whose moment of social theory is composed of discursivities of that which traditionally exist as the separate disciplinarities of the human and social sciences).

 

Also, I don’t think that a Marxist must necessarily reject the ethics of the self. On my part I certainly don’t! My problem, however, is with theorising such ethics as the exhaustion of politics. For me, ethics is no more, but also no less, than a necessary constitutive moment, at the level of abstraction of the individual self, of what I think politics to be – the never-ending, uninterrupted process of dispersion or disarticulation. And it’s for this reason that I find myself approaching what you call your minimal position with great caution. That is, of course, not to say I reject such a position out of hand.

 

Allow me to excerpt some portions from an article (‘The Siren Songs of Neo-traditionalism’), which I wrote in 2003, to better elucidate my position on minimalism with particular reference to our institutionalised education system. The article, which is a polemical engagement with some Indian theorists of radical communitarianism and their affirmation of Tagore and Gandhi, criticizes, among other things, JNU sociologist Avijit Pathak’s alternative Tagorean-Gandhian take on education.

 

“…Avijit Pathak…is of the opinion that a radical arithmetic teacher in the classroom of an elite bourgeois school can make a lot of difference by his ‘different’ methodology of teaching and radicalise a few of his students. He may be right but that process of radicalisation will be chancy to say the least and will be superficial and normative at best. For a paradigm shift in the field of education, it is important to realise the context and the mode of production within which such bourgeois schools operate and the limitations of their classrooms as far as complete radicalisation is concerned. For, the counter-hegemonical knowledge, which a few teachers might want to disseminate in a bourgeois classroom that is the agency for distributing the commodity of education, can only be consumed and can hardly give rise to a context within which students also become producers and the teacher-taught distinction is abolished.

 

“So, voluntarism is a generous impulse only insofar as it enables the voluntarist to see its limitations, compelling him to find a way of transcending it. Revolutionary practice, according to Lenin, is impossible without a revolutionary theory. The question that one needs to ask today is: what will revolutionary theory serve if there is no revolutionary practice? Thus pedagogy, for a Marxist, can only be a conceptual part of his political praxis and cannot be tackled in isolation. Any attempt to do so is either bound to fail gloriously or be coopted. Examples of such failures abound. And the blame lies not merely at the doorstep of such civil rights and pedagogical groups as Eklavya, but also the sundry communist parties, which have failed to create a revolutionary praxis that could have constellationally integrated such attempts. The result is that Eklavya’s Hoshangabad Science Teaching programme — with its radical pedagogical techniques of imparting science education to villagers without the benefit of established laboratories — had to be run under the patronage of the Madhya Pradesh government, which could capriciously decide to dispense with it.”

 

Clearly, my argument is not that a radical teacher should not attempt to do such things in his individual professional capacity within his professional domain. Without doubt he should. That would be his politics, as a (minimalist) ethics of responsibility for the other, at the level of abstraction of the individual self. The problem sets in when he assumes that such minimalistic intervention can exhaust politics, instead of envisaging it as the beginning of its unfolding. I think it is good to be a romantic without upholding romanticism. Similarly, I would say, it’s good to be minimalistic without being a minimalist or an upholder of minimalism as a philosophical ground. But what would that entail for an individual teacher or academician? As far as I can see, it ought to mean that while he/she does all he/she can as an individual in his/her domain of professional academics to radicalise the situation, he/she cannot afford to see that as exhausting the praxis of radical negation. Not even in terms of what he/she can do as an individual. He/she cannot, for instance, afford to say, ‘This is all I will or can do as an individual teacher by way of contributing to the project of radical negation and then it’s really up to the others in other domains – say, the domain of practical movemental politics – to take that project forward or work at its unfolding.’ He/she must, to my mind, strive towards integrating what he/she does as an individual pedagogue and researcher, to enable the project of radical negation within the institutionalised set-up of our education system, with its beyond of practical movemental politics of socio-economic transformation.
But when I say that I don’t mean that he/she should necessarily feel compelled to hit the streets. Albeit, it would be nice if that were to happen too. As far as I am concerned, it would be politically more productive and meaningful if a teacher or academician figures and explicates why he/she should, from his concrete situation as a worker engaged in intellectual production in the academic domain, hit the streets, rather than hit the streets impelled by a vague and voluntaristic sense of political commitment or responsibility.

 

In fact, the most important task for an academician inclined towards the project of radical negation of institutional hierarchy in intellectual production would be to do what he/she can do as an individual radical pedagogue and researcher in the institutionalised setting of the academia and simultaneously seek to integrate with the really existing movements of the left, both within the university and outside it. An integration that would, first and foremost, be premised on developing a critique of those really-existing movements, and their leadership and orientation. Here I should clarify that this critique cannot, in the manner of the radical public intellectual a la Sartre, rest content with being merely philosophical, even as that intellectual envisions his/her own participation in movements by basing such voluntaristic participation on his/her integration with movements through this philosophical type of critique. Rather, it must be a theoretical critique, which is both a philosophical critique of the programmatic orientation of movements in question in terms of its underlying approach and, in the same movement, be an attempt to enact that philosophical critique as a concrete alternative programme and programmatic methodology to the ones that those movements are already embodiments of. Such a move at critical integration would tend to short-circuit the generality of philosophical critique and its radical public intellectual with the specificity of the programmatic methodology and its pragmatics of the organic intellectual of the movements to produce the science of praxis and its Jacobin revolutionary intellectual. As far as I am concerned, the question the intellectual– the educator or the vanguard if you will – needs to primarily ask is not how he/she can best direct and lead the working-class movement, but how the movement can become its own intellectual – Marx’s “class-for-itself” – to render the educator/vanguard redundant.

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What I have sought to describe above as the modality of integration of academicians with the larger working-class movement constitutes, I believe, a move in that direction of the working-class movement becoming its own intellectual. This is a project that we, at Radical Notes, have christened “academics beyond academia”.

 

Forms of Antagonism

 Prasanta: I hear your position once again with much clarity. And that will help us in understanding our meeting grounds and divergences and I believe such realisation will make this exchange even more dialogic. There are a few things that you take for granted as a committed Marxist of a certain kind—and for such a principled position I have the highest respect. But politics and art, their coming together at various nodes, as I see it, may not always tally with such a principled position. Or there could be other powerful positions that take on varieties of liberalism headlong.

 

I have already said I am deeply cautious of a politics of responsibility—one that may come from various quarters. See, the ideas which are so significant to you—as a belief, as a given, which is also scientifically argued. Programmatically. They are deeply important for someone who is seeking some form of social justice in literature. What you have called life means a kind of social given (say as opposed to the idea of life in critics who write on biopolitics, seek pre-Socratic ways of life, or even practice civic politics). Say, democracy or praxis or radical—these are words that that are so deeply fraught and such careful debates have gone into these words that there is a certain valances and weight that they occupy in our lives. Justifiably. On the other side—we tend to pit concepts like—say, foundational or reactionary. This is a valid form of practising antagonistic politics. And a powerful one. But this does not exhaust the domain of the political. For instance, one may speak from the vantage point of the ancien regime or be deeply illiberal, say the political ideas given currency by the likes of Leo Strauss, Francois Chateaubriand or Ananda Coomaraswamy and yet how superbly they all are alive to the complexities of life and its relationship to art and literature. A student of politics and art cannot and does not necessarily work on social justice, howsoever noble such a position might be. The idea of justice is one among a few other competing political claims. Here, I am simply taking forms of reactionary politics much more seriously rather than aligning with such positions. This is a dangerous path but a path, I believe, that must be traversed nevertheless.

 

I think materiality concerns form—a political study of forms—that must go beyond the ‘photographic details’ of social realism. Politics like literature is always something beyond existing forms of politics. Ranabir Samaddar has asked us quite sagely, I think , that in order to conceive of such politics—in academia or elsewhere, the political critic becomes a detective, an investigator, alive to the variegated. In this context, say, political rhetoric as a methodological tool for the student of literature and politics is very important to me. Here the political is literary—literally! And this domain is absolutely material. Rhetoric is not always realized through the ‘art of speaking well’ as Quintilian used to say, but by the processes of speaking ‘silently’ or ambiguously or allegorically. This is how one often makes sense of muffled, garbled pragmatism and read the subtleties of movements and issues. This is how you be with reptiles all the time, pose like them and yet work tirelessly to undercut their methods and influence. You learn to parley and yet practice antagonism . Garrulity, silence and their movement in texts and utterances gather prime significance here. It is imperative to understand for instance, how he arch royalist, Thomas Hobbes masterfully uses such amazing literary prose to pursue his readers through centuries (Quentin Skinner has highlighted this aspect). This appreciation of the materiality of language leads us to the bottom of absolutism and reactionary politics sometimes. Students of political science are not trained to work on rhetoric, whereas students of literature still consider Hobbes to be a ‘background’ read to creative literature. Consideration of rhetoric makes one aware of form—literary and political, precisely by skirting bland formalism. Taking strong positions is a must, but premature totalisation is not.

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But while we differ on these accounts, I agree with you on the necessity to connect and attach academia with life in general and with the material world in particular. I am also totally in agreement with you (though I realize the importance of gaming, parleys and negotiations in life) on the point that politics and art must be brought together to trace and work out antagonism . An uncompromising antagonism that can only come from practising intellectual pessimism. Happy, pragmatic agonism is a malady that besets academia as well as the disciplines of humanities and the social sciences as a block.

 

But a politics of antagonism can be practised, and practised with an uncompromising vigour, only by being alive to positions that are constantly shifting, evolving—at multiple fronts. For understanding other modes of antagonism, we must come out of this pressure to prove how radical we are in comparison with our compatriots. This urge to be a radical and seek radicalism in order o appreciate the political is actually another form of competition—to always be at the forefront of our struggles and be representative of such battles.  For instance, we know how antagonism has been pitted on a friend vs enemy fulcrum, or have been set between the ancients and moderns, or erected between the humans and the non-humans and so on. I am myself—in this exchange, (even as you have highlighted the question of production and class antagonism) have tried to emphasize a politics of minimalism (you have gauged correctly) and gay abandon—collective, free, strongly anti-liberal— against a certain framing of responsibility and maturity. I do not see this as voluntarism. Nor as individual acts of resistance and so forth—but facilitating collective, non-communitarian acts. This paglachoda impulse that I have referred to earlier will resist three things at the same time:

 

a) the mode of geometrical elegance that the logic of left-liberalism brings with it.

b) a mode of assurance and succor that stadial historicism usually provides us (as if learning from the past will necessarily give us a blueprint for the future).

c) a larger mode of contractarian thought, which is the basis of moderate mainstream European enlightenment pedagogy.

 

The paglachoda impulse steers clear of such certainties. It is an impulse that is painstaking, non-garrulous and rigorous. This is what my training in literature has given me and this is where politics can become most angry and volcanic. This impulse needs to be spread among everyone who dares to dream on and dares to be on the side of the losers of history. With no iota of sentiment.

 

I have thoroughly and particularly enjoyed the candid nature of this conversation Pothik. Let us continue on the path of ideas that develop from life and life alone.

 

Pothik: Need I say the feeling is mutual. Besides, Prasanta, all thanks is due to you for having initiated the whole thing in the first place.

Now, for two minor points of clarification. One, life, for me, is not a social given. I follow the Adorno of Negative Dialectics in criticising (and eschewing) the premature end of philosophy for sociology as a positivist empiric of life in its social givenness: “Philosophy, which once seemed obsolete, lives on because the moment to realize it was missed. The summary judgment that it had merely interpreted the world, that resignation in the face of reality had crippled it in itself, becomes a defeatism of reason after the attempt to change the world miscarried.” Sure, Adorno emphatically turns or orientates the concept towards what he calls “nonconceptualities”. But nonconceptuality is not life in the givenness of its positivist empiric. Instead, it is the “adventure of the concept” (Badiou). Yet, to pose the adventure of the concept against life as a social given is not to hierarchically privilege concept over life as a norm. Badiou, in the ‘Preface’ to his The Adventure of French Philosophy, writes: “We were not seeking a clear separation between life and concept, nor the subordination of existence to the idea or the norm. Instead, we wanted the concept itself to be a journey whose destination we did not necessarily know.” The way a Marxist would conceive of the counter-systemic lifeworld is, therefore, not empirically given forms of life but this adventure of the concept.

 

If you recall, I have critiqued Tagore’s approach to education and pedagogy precisely because it is premised on a conception of life as a social given. In fact, when I pose the constellating (uninterruptedly processual) singularity of the simultaneity of life negating literature and literature negating life as a break with the life/literature duality and its systemic/horizonal constitutivity (dialectic), it is precisely the interrogation of this anthropological conception of the givenness of life that is at stake.

 

As a matter of fact, the way I tend to conceive of life is not very distant from Foucault’s (and particularly, Agamben’s) “biopolitics”. To that extent, I completely understand practices you refer to as radical alternatives – especially, the pre-Socratic ways of life. That, I have known, through Foucault’s turn, particularly, in his late phase, towards the modalities of life in Classical Antiquity. I have no intention of rejecting them out of hand. My only problem is with the Foucauldian suggestion that such pre-Socratic life modalities can in themselves be modern forms of alternative and radical politics on account of their emphasis on withdrawal. The question is, can such life-forms of withdrawal, and their constitutive modality of ascesis, based as they are on an “ethics of discomfort”, beat, as Foucault seems to suggest, the tug and pull of what he calls the “pastoral” productivity of modern power? My contention would be that, in the final analysis, such politics of continuous (sequentially continuous) withdrawal from the (systemic) operations of power — underpinned as it is by an ethics of discomfort – does not escape the thrall of such power, and comes to be inscribed within and articulated by its systemic horizon. That is because such practices are constitutive of an inadequately radical anti-dialectic.

 

And that, I would contend, is on account of the anti-dialectic of such practices emerging from a (premature) abandonment of the dialectic, and not its extenuation – going through the dialectic to come out at its antipodes. The (phenomenologically reduced) subjectiveness of such ethics of discomfort, or de-teritorialisation, must become its own materiality if life has to escape the thrall of the objectivity of the system of power. Only through this process can life-forms transform themselves into what a Marxist called the lifeworld. And this materialisation of the ethics of discomfort — wherein it no longer exists as an ethical subjectiveness but becomes, instead, the sublated and constitutive cognitive moment of its own actuality – cannot occur as long as power in its systemic objectiveness exists. Clearly, not only the abolition of this systemicness of power is at stake but what, more fundamentally, is an issue here is the abolition of objectivity as such, together with its constitutive horizon of objective/subjective duality. In other words, the subjectiveness of ethics of discomfort will have to transform itself into its own “subjective-materiality” (Badiou), which is nothing but the singular materialised, or, more accurately, materialising as itself. For, as long as objectivity (embodied in the systemicness of power) exists in separate (alienated) duality to the subjective of the ethicality of discomfort, no amount of withdrawal from such power can emancipate the former from the latter.

 

That is precisely what the complete lesson of Foucault’s conception of modern power as pastorally productive – one that Foucault himself is not arguably faithful to the end – amounts to. In other words, what lies in between such withdrawing ascesis, as the embodiment of the ethics of discomfort, and the systemicness of power in its separate objectivity, is a distance of no distance. But unless the ascetics of withdrawal take a measure of this immeasurable distance of no distance, and enforce it, it will be power in its systemicness that will take its own measure of the same, and enforce it. That would, as far as I am concerned, amount to re-inscription of anti-capitalism within capitalism, and the articulation of the former by the latter. As Badiou tells us, subtraction and negation cannot be without one another. What he calls subtractive ontology is a radically new affirmative or ontological order that has negation as its indispensable and integral dimension. That, I would contend, is the lesson yielded by a close reading of Marx’s critique of Proudhon, and Marx and Engels’ critique of such “utopian socialists” as Robert Owen. Such critiques by Marx and Engels do not constitute a rejection of the (ethical) models of anarchists such as Proudhon and “utopian socialists” such as Owen. Rather, it’s an attempt to critique those models or approaches for their incompleteness in order to light up the path for their actualisation as a Badiouian subjective-materiality, which I must say here is radically distinct from Lukacs’ Hegelian conception of the proletariat as a subject-object –a closed sociology — of anti-capitalism.

 

Please do not get me wrong. I am, by no means, questioning the validity of Foucault’s conceptualisation of modern power as productive and pastoral in its operation. In fact, I consider it to be the strongest and most valid aspect of the Foucaudian model of modern power. I tend to think that most recent debates between many Marxists (especially, the communistological Marxists) and Foucauldians on whether power relations ought to be privileged over class/social relations, or vice-versa, has, by and large, been unproductive and, at times, plain pointless. To my mind, Marxian conceptualisation of capital as class/social relations is not at all a rejection of power relations. Rather, it’s an attempt to demonstrate that capital is nothing but a specific historicity (a historico-logical form) of power. One in which power is always socially mediated and never present or accessible in its naked, unmediated form. When Foucault speaks of two models of power, by methodologically privileging the panoptic and productive architectonics of power over its exclusionary and repressive architectonics, which he correctly contends is characteristic of the operation of power in the medieval period, he too is pointing at precisely this specific historicity of socially mediated power. One that Marx and Marxists call capitalism. The problem with the Foucauldian approach lies elsewhere. It arises from its abandonment of the Marxian approach of political economy and its critique, which it arguably misreads as being an epistemology. As a consequence, it correctly grasps the modern historicity of power to be productive — which is basically grasping power as being socially mediated – but since it does not seek to understand this nature, or constitutivity, of modern power in terms of valorisation of labour-power and transfer of value, it does not understand the fact that “govermentality” and “biopower” are levels of abstraction, whose constitutive logic is political economy. Political economy (or capital), I should reiterate yet again, is nothing but the modality of operation and reproduction of socially mediated power. Therefore, Foucault’s biopolitics, as a frame of radical practical critique, is incomplete and, in being unreflexive about its incompleteness, is ultimately cooptable. And that is because the conceptions of biopower and governmentality, which it both founds and is based on, do not account for how valorisation of labour-power and the concomitant imposition of work have, in a sense, logical or constitutive primacy over biopower in terms of determining the vector of human bodies. For, what else is labour-power but the abstraction of bodily capacities, which is constitutive of a system of differential inclusion.

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The failure, or the refusal, to understand biopower in terms of its dialectic of mutual constitutivity with valorisation of labour-power, which in turn is integral to value-creation and thus the concomitant transfer of value, prevents Foucauldians from understanding how the pre-Socratic ways of life, whose modality is that of ascesis and withdrawal from power, results in continuous production and reproduction of hierarchies between the human and the non-human. It is, therefore, hardly surprising that “ethics of discomfort”, and its politics of ascesis and withdrawal, eventually yields a politics of styling of the self and dandyism. We would do well to remember that it is precisely this contradiction at the heart of dandyist politics that Baudelaire, the foremost proponent of dandyism, grappled with in his work, especially in his Intimate Journals.

 

This brings me to my second point of clarification. Literature, for me, is not merely a form of social justice. My Badiouian-Marxian inclinations hardly afford me such an easy way out. The way I encounter the twinned-problematics of negation of literature and literature of negation, I think, ought to have made that amply clear. I tend to ascribe relative autonomy to the site of the aesthetic. Let me explain myself once again. Literature, for me, is a specified site of aesthetic experience, in which the sensousness of forms, without doubt, has primacy. But what, for me, is inseparable from forms, and the sensuous and affective experience they effectuate, is the materiality of the forms in question. And this materiality of forms is — as Bakhtin’s works have demonstrated with great rigour — their performative dimension, which animates the forms in question and is rendered accessible precisely through the mediation of affective and sensuous (aesthetic) experience historically bound up with those formal effects.

 

Literature (art in general) is both a determinate field of occurrence – and, therefore, interruption too — of the (evental) experience. Hence, it also lends itself to being read, and/or envisaged, against its grain, as an allegory for the reconstitution of the experiential eventality at another generic level of abstraction. Only in being the latter does literature become a pursuit for what you call social justice. I, for my part, prefer to term it the non-total and open entirety of the process of politics. But then literature can be the latter only by being the former. That is the reason why the aesthetic experience is a constitutive moment of politics as a process of perpetual dispersion. My only insistence, therefore, is that even as one experiences the Dionysian gaiety and abandon, one grasp the science of this gaiety for such experience of gaiety to keep overcoming the limits that structurally inhere in it due to its inescapable ontological condition of being determinate. What is at stake, therefore, is the dialectical simultaneity of, to use Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh’s words, “gyanatmak samavedana” (knowledgeable affectivity) and “samavedanatmak gyan” (affective knowledge).

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Pothik Ghosh: is Author of Insurgent Metaphors (Aakar, 2010) and a member of the Radical Notes collective. His short monograph on Bangladeshi writer Akhtaruzzaman Elias and the politics of his literature is forthcoming from Phoneme Publishers.

Prasanta Chakravarty: teaches English literature at the University of Delhi.

The Bernhard Case

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Max Weber

[There are many institutions of higher education—universities and research centres, where we have periodically seen academic administrators being appointed/elevated in significant positions for reasons of ideology or expediency.  Each such decision hits at the very foundation of the world of ideas. In multiple ways. In this context, HUG remembers Max Weber’s classic pronouncement on The Bernhard Case]

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We have received the following from academic circles:

The investigations in the press into the much discussed “Bernhard Case” have by no means put an end to the interest the case has aroused. It is, of course, scandalous that the government (or, to be precise, the minister, acting entirely on his own personal initiative, although directly influenced by the government) has imposed a professor on the largest university in Germany, and that the academic staff involved, who are among the most distinguished scholars in Germany, only learned of this fact through the press or when their new colleague paid them a visit. Such scandals are typical. Some other circumstances, however, are perhaps even more typical. Firstly, the behavior of the man who was so suddenly promoted. In the days when the writer of these lines was as young as Herr Ludwig Bernhard himself is today, it was regarded as a fundamental requirement of academic decorum for someone who had been offered a chair by the ministry to satisfy himself, before doing anything else, and before deciding whether or not to accept the offer, that he enjoyed the scientific confidence of the faculty, or at least of the most prominent of the colleagues with whom he would be working in his field; and this applied irrespective of whether or not he feared that it might create difficulties, even if these were only of a moral nature, for his appointment.

Anyone who, merely because he was “in favor,” chose to disregard these generally accepted rules, in order to “get on” in the academic world, was subject to exactly the same judgment and exactly the same treatment at the hands of his colleagues as that which is meted out to people who speculate on furthering their career by taking “inferior” professorships [Strafprofessuren] for denominational or political reasons.

Since it is clear that Herr Bernhard did not find it necessary to observe these rules, he has shown that he is not personally worthy of further consideration. Of more general importance, however, is the fact that this kind of attitude is evidently on the increase among a section of the new academic recruits and that moreover the Prussian Government is deliberately cultivating these types of “operators” [Geschäftsleute], as they say in academic circles. Indeed, there are professorial chairs that are regularly used as “way stations” for the sustenance of such elements.

As far as the University of Berlin itself is concerned, it is, of course, true that appointment to a professorship there is generally regarded as good business in financial terms even today. But the time has passed when it was thought of as a high scholarly honor. True, even now we are happy to recognize that there are many scientists in Berlin who are genuine leaders in their various fields and are absolutely independent personalities. And yet the number of “complacent” mediocrities there, who are sought after for their very mediocrity, seems to be growing, if anything, faster than elsewhere. And then there are the people like Herr Bernhard, people for whom, from the point of view of the government, membership of the university is essentially a reward in the pecuniary sense or in the sense of social prestige.

No doubt it is to some extent a welcome bonus to provincial universities that this practice enables them to retain a far greater number of outstanding scholars than would be the case if professors in Berlin were selected on solely scholarly criteria. Naturally, from the point of view of the University of Berlin, these matters are probably seen in a different light. There is a curious irony here. In a number of Berlin faculties, despite increasing numbers of students, there have been attempts, sometimes successful, sometimes not, to limit the number of professorships. Indeed, one faculty created a special statute restricting the securing of a Habilitation for academic teachers from other higher education institutions, and then promptly made use of this obstacle, which the faculty had itself created, to exclude an outstanding academic teacher from appointment as an adjunct lecturer [Privatdozent], who was acknowledged as such, against the votes of the faculty [Fachmänner].

The irony is that this same university must now accept that its university chairs are used as rewards when some ministry happens to feel the need to have politically desirable research carried out by an able young man. The price to be paid for any concessions by the faculties to inappropriate proposals, and in particular for any deviation from the principle of gaining as many highly qualified academic staff as humanly possible, will ultimately be the weakening of the moral authority of the faculties themselves. And of course the consequences of this will not be limited to cases like the present one. After all, Herr Bernhard has written a book that, allowing for a certain scholarly immaturity, I, for one, find very impressive; it is important in its field and shows a distinctiveness of method. But everyone knows that in the field of economics, for example, at least two other people are waiting outside the door of the faculty who are “deserving” in different ways, in the case of one of them for services rendered back in the “Stumm era.” Sooner or later, their time will undoubtedly come.

It seems quite unlikely that the eventual successors of men such as Adolf Wagner and Gustav [von] Schmoller will be important and scientifically unique personalities. The situation is similar at the other Prussian universities. None of them today are dealing with Herr [Friedrich T.] Althoff,  who despite the questionable nature of his “system” nevertheless had a certain impressiveness. Instead, for the foreseeable future their fate is likely to be in the hands of “operators,”246 who may be friendly enough on a personal level, but are frighteningly ingratiating and petty. These are people through whose influence a “climate” is constantly created for the rise of academic “operators” that meet their requirements, in accordance with the law that one mediocrity in a faculty never fails to attract others. For the Berlin academic staff in particular, in “cases” such as this the only choice they have will be the form in which they make the best of a bad situation. As a result of the weakening of their moral authority, for which they have only themselves to blame, they cannot offer any real resistance that would carry weight either with the public or the government. Another relevant factor is that more and more members of the universities are perfectly happy with this state of affairs.

We must, of course, recognize that at the University of Berlin, as at all universities, there are even today quite a few personalities with the strength of mind to continue the proud tradition of academic solidarity and independence vis-à-vis the higher authorities. We all know, however, that, for reasons not unconnected with the proximity of Berlin-based professors to the Ministry of Education, the numbers of such people are not increasing. Increasingly, “provincial” professors in Prussia are engaging in the dubious practice of approaching influential Berlin colleagues (or those reputed to be influential) with their concerns and complaints and asking them to put in a good word for them “in higher places.”

These appointments to positions of power and influence obtained through personal connections with the ministry, which have developed to a greater or lesser extent in all kinds of academic fields, have often served a useful purpose in the hands of important and reputable Berlin scholars. However, even where there is an honest striving for objectivity, the risk of subjective feelings playing a part is ever present where powerful patronage is concentrated in the hands of one individual.

Today, however, the situation is beginning to undergo a fundamental change. As the “Bernhard Case” glaringly shows, at a time when “business” factors are increasingly calling the tune, influence based on such personal connections, even when exercised by important scholars, represents no more than a precarious illusion of power. Not only do the various personal influences frustrate each other’s purposes— it seems that in the present case the behaviour of a certain well-known theologian was not without involvement in the peculiar treatment of the actual experts— but where less weighty personalities are concerned the government gains a highly effective means of exploiting their vanity for its own purposes.

And the more the University of Berlin is staffed by “operators,” the more we shall find that, for example, the government is quite happy to provide those professors with whom, in its own interest, it maintains constant “personal contact,” with all kinds of low level favors, such as lending a listening ear to their requests on behalf of their protégés. We shall find, then, that the patronage of Berlin professors on behalf of those from the “provinces” will become institutionalized in an unofficial but factually recognized manner, but that for this very reason in those important matters where the voice of the expert as such should count for something  and the authority of the faculty as such should carry weight, neither of these things will happen. Anyone who is in the habit of using his personal connections for the purpose of patronage for personal protégés is thereby forfeiting the moral weight that is his due as an expert and a holder of official powers.

The development of the professorial body in Berlin in the direction indicated seems practically unstoppable. It is, of course, gravely prejudicial to academic solidarity. The high-handed way in which certain circles in Berlin took it upon themselves to lecture those higher education teachers who attempted to arrange discussions on matters affecting all higher education institutions, is no doubt still fresh in the minds of all of us. Even without the benefit of this lecturing, no one could doubt that the sphere of influence of a nationwide higher education organization, on whatever basis it might be created, is bound, in the nature of things, to have its limitations. But there can be no doubt that, quite apart from the important questions concerning the teaching at institutions of higher education, an organization of higher education teachers, under wise leadership, could be able to reawaken the professional pride of the new recruits in the face of the business248 approach, and at the same time help gradually to restore the diminishing moral authority of the higher education institutions. The “Bernhard Case,” and others like it, should have shown that both are urgent tasks for Prussia. For the moment, we will leave aside the manner in which, under the influence of certain groups in Berlin, the ripples from the Prussian system have even begun to spread beyond Prussia itself, a development which can only exacerbate matters.

Finally, it is the more general considerations for the future that make the advance of the business approach and the infiltration of the professorial “fraternity” by the “hierarchy” of patronage worrying. Everyday political maneuvering is now having a far-reaching effect on the way our universities are treated. Events such as this “case” and the situation of which it is symptomatic cannot fail to damage the reputation of the university teachers in the eyes of the student body. Governments will have to make up their minds whether or not this is in their own long-term interests. Let us at least hope that events at Austrian universities  may serve as a warning to their German sister institutions not to allow what moral credit they still enjoy with public opinion and among their students to be destroyed without offering some resistance— and not be guilty of simply throwing it away.-

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Civil War in Jefferson Country: Lessons from the University of Virginia

Brinda Bose

A rain-drizzled, splendidly-verdant, sleepily-calm campus it was, just about a month ago, at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville, USA – so much so that many of its residents would often laugh and exclaim at its placidity, the almost paradisiacal quality of an island-in-the-mild-northern-spring-sun quite untouched by the rowdinesses that we of the alarming tropics both fear and desire in our daily lives. So much so, in fact, that at a conference on Global Humanities at the UVa’s newly-minted Institute for the Humanities and Global Cultures at the end of April, where I was part of a presentation on new administrative policies in Indian higher education (which some of us on our campus here in Delhi perceive as nothing less than an orchestrated, concentrated attack on academia as we value it), it was received by many of the local audience – made up of faculty members across the humanities and social science disciplines, deans and other administrative stalwarts of the UVa – with sympathy and surprise. A few expressed outrage about what was happening at a faraway campus (perhaps quietly thanking their stars for being at the University of Virginia rather than of Delhi). A couple of others (presumably of UVa Rector Helen Dragas’s ilk, as it appears with hindsight) implied in their comments and questions that we in Delhi were perhaps rather naïve to even expect that an university would be run in any way differently from a corporate – what kind of an arcane idealism was that?

It aroused curiosity, the Delhi University story of midnight show-cause notices that stank of fake legalese, accompanied by photographic evidence of sniffer dogs, police men and women and rope cordons around a regular Committee of Courses meeting at which its members were to be coerced, initially with veiled threats and ultimately with open punitive action, to sign in favour of what the Vice Chancellor and his team had decreed for the institution: wild and wicked systemic changes whose fallouts, in just over a year or so, Delhi University is already beginning to crumble under. Those there who were far more sharply attuned to grave and fatal rumblings in academia all across the globe (and there were, of course, many of them) knew, of course, that horrific and melodramatic as the unfolding, ongoing DU story was, it was symptomatic of the times we were all thrashing about in.

But even they, I can wager, did not in their most vile nightmares imagine that a so-very-similar horror would slam upon their summer-somnolent Charlottesville ‘Grounds’ like a frenzied tornado within the month, just as the last batches of students had slunk away for a glorious summer break after ‘end-sem’ examinations and the beautifully leafy campus was drawing a quiet fragrant breath or two to build up spirit and stamina again for the new academic year to come. I can bet that, even as some of them spoke with pride of the University’s high-ranked Darden School of Business, they did not in their most bizarre dreams imagine it would bring them so much shame and sorrow just as the sun grew stronger on the tall trees and rolling greens and their lovely stately buildings. Brandishing “strategic dynamism” as a weapon in the face of a slow-and-steady academic vision, and ravaging the edifices of loyalty and love among alumni, donors, students and staff overnight that take years of care and understanding to build, a fresh new management-oriented policy of governance has, as suddenly as the proverbial storm on a blithe summer’s day, brought mayhem and melancholy to the University of Virginia this historic June of 2012. And as is already evident from the outpouring of articles, open letters, Facebook posts and tweets, and the massive – now nationwide in America and fast turning global – outburst of reportage, interviews and analyses in the media, the charming, bucolic University of Virginia at Charlottesville will certainly never be the same again – even if, as latest news filtering in gives hope, the tide is stemmed and turned.

Just a week ago, two years into her five-year-term, Teresa Sullivan was summarily dismissed from her post as President of the University of Virginia, to the complete shock and disbelief of the majority of the staff and students on campus. Helen Dragas, Rector of UVa’s Board of Visitors (what we in India know usually as a Governing Board/Body), explained this decision cryptically, thus: “The Board believes that in the rapidly changing and highly pressurized external environment in both health care and in academia, the University needs to remain at the forefront of change.” The sticking point, however, was that Sullivan was largely seen as a successful leader in what are extremely difficult times for public universities all over the world, and the one who was attempting to bring change to the institution with vision and grace. This was a very rotten bolt from a pretty serene blue. Bewildered, and convinced that there must be a good explanation for this unexpected move from the Board, the faculty began to ask questions – fast, furious, and increasingly embarrassing. What was revealed subsequently was a tale of Machiavellian wringing and stringing, in the true style of corporate boardroom politicking: hardly astonishing, however, given that the chief protagonists who engineered this coup d’etat under cover of darkness were Rector Dragas and a bunch of wealthy donors to the university, in cahoots with a group of university insiders, some members of the Darden business school of the UVa – fie on them, most of all. (And could Dragas have been better named? Dickensian, according to an astute Facebook comment; one’s literary soul is sated at once.)

Farcically enough, an email sent out by hedge-fund billionaire, former Goldman Sachs partner and member of the foundation board of UVa’s business school Peter Kienan by a mistaken ‘reply all’ hit to more people on a university list than was intended, revealed that Sullivan’s removal was shamelessly ‘managed’ by some who are most possessed of those skills by academic training, through silence, lies and cunning – Dragas did not even call a Board meeting before the ouster, but spoke to some of its members individually and then threatened Sullivan that she had enough votes to fire her if she did not resign. Baffled but dignified, Sullivan did the civilized thing and handed in her resignation, and retreated to consult with family and lawyers, not even responding to the thousands of messages and calls she began to receive from university colleagues and well-wishers in solidarity and shock. She requested merely that she be allowed to address the Board of Visitors when it met this past Monday, and asked that the meeting be public. Dragas agreed to a closed door hearing; Sullivan agreed, and circulated her statement as a public document after the meeting. Well before then, of course, Sullivan had become something of a Joan of Arc for colleagues and students on UVa’s beloved and beautiful ‘Grounds’, which swelled in indignant protest over the weekend into a massive rally to “save” the University from a bunch of managerial bigots. Alumni donors and parents of past and present students grew vociferous in their condemnation of an outrageously brazen act of power-mongering and money-flexing that was unbelievably detrimental to the rich academic spirit of this nearly-200-year-old university, founded in 1819 by Thomas Jefferson.

On Sunday (June 17th) evening in the middle of its summer break, the faculty senate gathered in an emergency meeting to deliberate upon the options available to them to put pressure on the Board to reinstate Sullivan as President and change gears to damage-control-mode in Jefferson country. On Monday afternoon while the Board met to hurriedly announce an ‘interim President’ to try and quell the swelling trouble on campus, a 2,000-strong crowd of angry and disappointed protestors made up of faculty, students, administrators and even a former President of the UVa gathered on the steps of the massive, impressive Rotunda, built by Jefferson as the historic nerve-centre of the campus, to press the Board into reversing its decision. The Board heard out Sullivan’s solemn and decorous statement (all documents relating to the unfolding UVa scandal are available on the net) and went ahead to announce its chosen interim President without an iota of embarrassment: Carl Zeithaml, the current Dean of the McIntire School of Commerce at UVa, whose curriculum vitae boasts of a specialization in – don’t hold your breath – ‘strategic management’.

What would be the most astounding thing in all this if it did not so easily resonate with what is happening in universities the world over, alas, are the reasons for Sullivan’s ouster. Her sin, it appears, is that she was much more of a university administrator than a business person; she refused to cut “obscure” and low-yield programmes like the Classics and German, and rejected a plan to bring online education to the university. The main criticism leveled against her was that she was too “incremental”, (rather than being strategically dynamic, presumably), that she was too steeped in academic culture (how did she ever imagine she could be that, right, to lead a 200-year-old public university?) and too resistant to plans for bringing “top-down, corporate style management” to UVa. For all these very original sins, her head rolled.

But it may not be a bandwagon to just jump on to blindly, as Sullivan’s tempered choices indicate; it is quite amazing, of course, how many American universities, just by herd instinct, might follow Harvard and Stanford and Wall Street Journal edits to “go online”, as Dragas had myopically suggested in early messages to her conformist peers on the Board.  Online courses will never be as rigorous (or as difficult) as interactive ones. Given the economic downturn, the best institutions are inclined toward opening online services and overseas branches for easy money. If UVa wishes to follow that trend, there is no need to fashion it into an argument for academic excellence. At least in India we know that the results of distance education have not been about excellence: it means polytechnic vocationalization, in which teachers know how to calibrate their lectures for an online audience.

So UVa’s Board of Visitors led by the Dragas-lady has had its way for now, though the picture continues to change dramatically even as I write. An interim President who will be strategic rather than academic has been put in place. Sullivan is already being wooed by other institutions in the country, and the one which is lucky to snare this apparently quiet efficient academic visionary will win what will surely be charming Charlottesville’s monumental loss – not merely in the enforced departure of someone who seems to be a fine individual but in a far more insidious, dangerous way, in the damaging of the spirited aspirations of an entire academic community. And what Sullivan somberly warned in her statement on Monday, June 19th at the Rotunda (on whose grand pillars vandalists had spray-painted G-R-E-E-D in bold black letters the night before, in disgust at the dirty hands among Board members), that universities across America were waiting to ferret away UVa’s best teachers, students and administrators in the wake of this upheaval, has startlingly begun to come true within a day of its utterance: one of only 13 holding the title ‘University Professor’ at UVa, William Wulf of the Computer Science department submitted his letter of resignation to the Board on June 20th, declaring: “In my opinion the BoV has perpetrated the worst example of corporate governance I have ever seen. To repeat – I resign. I want no part of this ongoing fiasco.” On Wednesday June 21st, another professor of the Biology department has filed his papers. If this marks the beginning of a real as much as symbolic exodus of eminent faculty, the Board of Visitors at UVa may well soon be holding an unwashed baby while the bathwater drains.

As many analysts in newspapers and journals all over the world are beginning to conclude about the implications of this enormous academic scandal in Virginia, the seriousness of it lies in that it is symptomatic of higher education policies everywhere. Siva Vaidhyanathan, Professor of Media Studies at UVa wrote in a prominently-circulating piece immediately after the flames of shock and horror began to engulf his campus: “The biggest challenge facing higher education is market-based myopia. Wealthy board members, echoing the politicians who appointed them (after massive campaign donations) too often believe that universities should be run like businesses, despite the poor record of most actual businesses in human history. Universities do not have ‘business models’. They have complementary missions of teaching, research, and public service. Yet such leaders think of universities as a collection of market transactions, instead of a dynamic (I said it) tapestry of creativity, experimentation, rigorous thought, preservation, recreation, vision, critical debate, contemplative spaces, powerful information sources, invention, and immeasurable human capital.”

But as we can all see, universities are being made to have “business models”. I have been following articles and statements circulating on the UVa case this past week, and what is most frightening is how much the Dragasian model of university administration and aspiration is instantly recognized as the draconian rule of law that is being laid upon other academic communities almost everywhere, from Georgia, USA to Cambridge, UK to our very own doorstep. What is most inspirational about the UVa story, however, is in the way such a huge chunk of the university’s extended community, past and present, has rallied boisterously and bravely around their ousted President, rightly seeing in this mischief of the BoV a far huger and horrific assault on academia at large. Those of us who are connected in some way to the University of Virginia, and even those of us who are not, will surely wish for it a speedy recovery of spirit and form and equanimity. Charlottesville has been truly heroic – some downtown business establishments even closed shop on Monday afternoon so that its workers could attend the protest at the university’s Rotunda in solidarity with UVa’s majority – and UVa’s larger community has demonstrated a fierce and admirable collective investment in an academic institution with a vision for change that is incremental rather than strategic. This is enormously inspirational, for the youth that it seeks to nurture and prepare for life, and for all of us who see resonances in the policies governing our own institutions today.

Early this morning, there are reports that Sullivan has been persuaded by the groundswell of support swirling around her to let the BoV know that she will be willing to rejoin as President of the UVa if Rector Dragas resigns. There has already been a key resignation of a Dragas aficionado from the Board, and there are increasingly-loud murmurs that the numbers in favour of Sullivan’s ouster are not really what Dragas indicated. If Sullivan is reinstated as head of the University of Virginia in the next few days, it will be a magnificent sign of how much public outrage and spontaneous mobilization can actually achieve in the face of undemocratic, sinister and completely unscrupulous machinations. After all, the powers that be, always and always, are but people’s creatures!

Postscript. If, however, people’s power does not prevail at UVa after all, I wonder if Teresa Sullivan could be persuaded to leap across a couple of continents to pursue her leadership instincts in a different place with a snarkily-similar set-up of education power-brokers? I have a feeling that there will be many of us in various universities across the world who might be thinking the same this week.

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Brinda Bose teaches in the Department of English, University of Delhi.

Fairly Directly to Death


Prasanta Chakravarty

Stanley Cavell’s magisterial memoir Little Did I Know, Excerpts from Memory (Stanford University Press, 2010) begins by telling us that his will be a story of the detours on the human path to death: “…accidents avoided or embraced, strangers taken to heart or neglected, talents imposed or transfigured, malice insufficiently imposed, love inadequately acknowledged.” These he has authorization to speak of.

In a way it is a story of embracing a certain blindness—like the agnostic philosopher and musicologist Vladimir Jankelevitch who would not listen to German music or mention German philosophy. It is like keeping one’s eyes closed and moving through a familiar room in order to imagine what it would be like to be blind so that one is able to tiptoe back and forth between remembering and forgetting.

Forgetting and acceptance does not mean that the disagreements with the alleyways of life are now agreed with: it means finding a further life—in the practice of philosophy. Philosophy then, is often an abstraction of autobiography. So, Cavell reminds us, how Wittgenstein would habitually think and share ordinary language, not advance theses in philosophy. Philosophy, like autobiography must be for everyone and no one—as Emerson in his notebooks or Wordsworth in The Preludes allude to us.

This attitude, this discriminating posture, would seem pretentious to those who write out of a sense of a history of oppression. Not enough representative of culture or race or sex, it would seem. What then is Cavell doing as a Jew? His Jewishness—always marked a tinge sharper in America, in growing up in the East side of Atlanta and then in Sacramento, in his obligations to Semitic purity, his explorations of the subtle biases in European philosophical tradition, are not matters of cultural identity, he tells us, but “identities compacted in my existence.” As he thinks about identities and scruples of purity he simultaneously wonders about his sedation and isolated concentration of lights in the midst of a complicated recent heart procedure, and speculates, might we not all be headed for exciting interplanetary travel? And yet Cavell humbly underlines that his words can be at best excerpts from an American academic’s life—alternating between the common and the singular.

In a book peppered with dazzling encounters with some of the sharpest minds of the 20th century, two men stand out. One is the philosopher J.L. Austin. And the other, Cavell’s father: “We see our fathers naked. We men,” Cavell would confide,  as he painstakingly details his old man’s  ruthless melancholia and acutely vulnerable Jewish relationship to a new country and what he has bequeathed to the junior—dispassion and attachment in equal measure. A bereft and incoherent professor, unsure in things he ought to be an authority on, as we espy quite early. But beneath the raw murmurings and unbridgeable rancor also lie a subtle bond of empathy, like when the unschooled, pawnshop-owner father takes the son to a manufacturer of academic robes when Cavell prepares to defend his doctoral dissertation. It was a private ceremony and the rigorous philosopher, from a distance, wonders about the requirement of such ceremonies in our lives: “Ceremony in human existence is no more measurable by its utility, though philosophers seem to sometime argue otherwise, than the possession of language is, or living in common; you might as well argue the utility of possessing a human body.”  And once, when Cavell asked his mother why she ended up marrying his father, she replied, “He is a serious man.” Her silences, Cavell tells us, when not terrifying, were often golden. At its profoundest, this journey of a book is about silences and postponement and the price we willingly, knowingly pay for these decisions. It is a mad world, my masters!

And it is these that have always driven Cavell to his readings.  The kaleidoscope of subject positions and the inexhaustible joy in trying to relate to those take Cavell to intellectual inquiries. He wonders about Thoreau acquiring wood for his new cabin by destroying the old shack and recalls a particular passage from Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations. ‘our investigation seems only to destroy everything important,’ but insists that he is ‘destroying nothing but houses of cards.’ But if the world remains, as it is, pointlessly, what counts as defense against another’s moods?

Between these bouts of inwardness, Cavell narrates some exuberant and universal teenage moments too—his awkward awe and sleeplessness at spying a local beauty, naked in a local performance rehearsal, his brave 1935 apple-green Oldsmobile coupe, high school bowling matchups—sometimes played for money, his music band and music album collection that he so treasured and then let go. There is this hilarious anecdote about his own precociousness as a kid as his teachers tested him on skipping him to the second grade a year earlier. After the teachers finished testing Cavell with a string of questions and making him do things with blocks, he shot back: “You have asked me a lot of questions. Now I am going to ask you a question. What is the difference between a hill and a pill?” To his bemused teachers who had no clue whatsoever, after a brief pause, Cavell coolly informed—“A hill goes up and pill goes down.” When he came out, he told his mother that his question was not good enough since a hill could both go up and down. There is a sense that this precociousness, and a keen sense of it, was both a source of pride and perpetual misery to him and to his close ones.

While in the hospital after a road accident he felt like Proust’s narrator describing his stages of awakenings! Are accidents, unlike events, disproportionate to causal causes, of threads forever lost? But then he wonders whether accidents, encounters, excuses and misses could at all happen after cell phones. O yes, they could indeed, “what if the cell phone melts or a goat eats it.” Things will continue to happen comically, at unripe times, in the wrong tempo. It is in these circumstances that Cavell recalls one of his rich and admired uncles who gave some worldly-wise advice: “Don’t concern yourself with what you hear about anti-Semitism. Just be three times better than your competition and you’ll be all right.”

Music is a religion, outlasting Judaism and Socialism. (There are two other religions in this book—Eros and Philosophy). But he spends a lot of time narrating his interest in the extraordinary ordinariness of music—a metaphysical world that suffuses his material conditions of living. Helps him keep his head above water. Outside of academe. But sometimes with academe. A young miner in the North of England, Cavell recalls, became enamored of classical music and would whistle snatches of it as he went to work. An old miner provided him with a further education: “You ought not to whistle Beethoven when you go to the mine. You hear the whole orchestra when you whistle. What the rest of us hear is only your whistling.”  And Ernest Bloch in Berkeley gives Cavell and his graduate classmates a glimpse of what it meant to be an intellectual and an artist at the same time. There is a touching exercise in the economy of music when Bloch tells his class and then goes on to demonstrate how conducting is just clapping when the conductor gives the clue. The rest is detailing. Years later, during the political upheavals of the sixties, Cavell remembers that the same Bloch had said to his class: “When the city of San Francisco, for my seventieth anniversary, dedicated a day to me and gave a large luncheon in my honor, I began my speech by saying: ‘This is the unhappiest day of my life.’ ” Such was the stoic power of equitable utopia in music.

Cavell sketches the impetus for his own formidable oeuvre as a part and parcel of his growing up days. The Claim of Reason, for instance, was written from a fear of inexpressiveness and over expressiveness and to discover the role of therapy in philosophy. No wonder, then, that a despairing isolation and bouts of intellectual ecstasy joust for primacy in each of Cavell’s works. One of the important personal and poignant sections of the book is Cavell’s observation of how Jewish pawn-brokers (not unlike Dickens in the blacking factory?)  like his father would often read Chapter 24 of Deuteronomy from the Torah in which laws of usury are promulgated, requiring respect from those who have borrowed along with the law against gleaning, to confess the knowledge that once that whole community was enslaved.  This taught them to take the pledge of pawning almost as a therapy. This poetry of uneasy redemption and grace are the first suggestions that lead to many others about the deeply therapeutic role of philosophy—and Cavell is not sure whether philosophy is supposed to provide you with any answers.  But it is for this spiritually divided selfhood that young Cavell got attracted to Thoreau’s Walden, as he wondered how a work so clearly and incessantly written to highlight the economic dimension of human existence is also so deeply reflective. Was the writer of Walden influenced by German idealism, then?

Pawn shops and old school salesmanship also meant a knowledge of elaborate codings and decodings, before the days of computers, and that meant a spirit of the wanderlust—driving him towards riddles and poetry in philosophy. This double vision of philosophy, sometimes competing—between moral claims and the wandering/wondering spirit—leads to a certain discomfort as Cavell encounters two books( A.J. Ayer’s Language, Truth and Logic and Charles Stevenson’s Ethics and Language) early on,  that ‘reasonably’ claimed that moral judgment is, at its best, an expression of emotion meant to move and persuade. Is this like reporting a lost and found dog—the aim of moral philosophy? And what about wonder—how do we learn to inject desire and disturbance in reflection? Wonder means something opposite to teaching and instruction—and Cavell wonders about the point of speaking altogether. Is it worth it, to open one’s mouth? This question suffuses the opening essays of Cavell’s first book—Must We Mean What We Say? And he acknowledges his divided allegiance to moral philosophy and its uselessness at various points: “Perhaps this texture of fear and constricted knowledge, with its anticipatory echo of the endowed Chair of Aesthetics and the Theory of Value I occupied at Harvard during my last decades of teaching amounts only to some private joke certain lesser gods are reduced to telling one another.” Once his teaching assistant remarked that when logic got really interesting and powerful it left natural language quite behind, which was too hopelessly vague and ambiguous to serve as a medium of serious philosophical analysis. Cavell was disappointed. Academia is also another form of nomadism as one evolves and shifts gear, and also as one’s students get dispersed to the winds after companionable labour and nourishing conversations. Consequently, Stanley Cavell’s universe is marked by a certain restiveness (what he calls ‘random extravagance’) along with intense philosophical professionalism. So, we see someone who consistently argues for an ethical compass jumping headlong into music and performance in the black Tougaloo college in Jackson, Mississippi during the restive sixties and transfiguring Harvard philosophy classes by including Marx in the syllabus.

One comes across a few choicest anecdotes and insider stories of the Atlantic academic world during the second half of the twentieth century. In 1963, when Cavell meets Bernard Williams for the first time over dinner at Princeton, Williams informs him rather quizzically about how the cold and ‘insufferably dogmatic’ Austin pushed his Oxford graduate students and younger dons to read Cavell’s early essays, who bristled at the thought of reading philosophy from another fellow graduate student and an American at that!

Then there is the legendary music teacher at Berkeley, Marjorie Petray, who wishes to test Cavell by asking him to play for 60 seconds Liszt’s D-Flat Fantasy impromptu and at the end of it, turning to the class, remarks: ‘Isn’t it fine to hear a man’s touch at the piano?” That daring invidious compliment lead to an adolescent crush as he looks for excuses to be in the magic presence of this ‘full woman.’ He begins to think about Tannhauser’s curse—whose singing attracts the passion of women, and to each of them he comes to sing the wrong song or sings wrongly to each. Only one woman successfully intercedes for him, once for his life, once for his redemption. Marjorie Patray committed suicide, leaving two children and a rich husband.

Cavell fondly recalls how Terence Malik, whose academic major was philosophy at Harvard and who was actually immersed in Heidegger and in films, of course. Such sharpness of mind and the quick daring of considering Heidegger a philosopher at Harvard will not go down well, Cavell feared, with his external examiners. But Malik was unmoved, and began instructing his instructors instead. His grades ensured that even if he failed in the interviews, he would still graduate with the highest honours.

Or one of those stories expatriated Harvard graduates like to tell to convey to the less fortunate the unrivaled swank of Harvard that Cavell tells us with some irony. “After dinner, around the fire in an adjacent common room, George Santayana was talking with a few of us carefully but effortlessly well-dressed young men, and asked us: ‘Can you read Goethe in German, Dante in Italian, and Lucretius in Latin?’ No one claimed to be able to read all three. Santayana replied: ‘I too am very ignorant.’ And then added, ‘Not that ignorant.’

The other one is about Thomas Kuhn, who after a late night drink or two with Cavell, blurts out with a tortured look: “I know Wittgenstein uses the idea of ‘paradigm.’ But I do not see its implications in his work. How do I answer the objection that this destroys the truth of science? I deplore the idea. Yet if instruction and agreement are the essence of the matter, then Hitler could instruct me that a theory is true and get me to agree.” Cavell’s reply I cast as follows: “No he could not; he could not educate you in, convince you of, show you, its truth. Hitler could declare a theory to be true, as an edict. He could effectively threaten to kill you if you refuse to, or fail to, believe it. But all that means is that he is going to kill you; or perhaps kill you if you do not convince him, show him, that you accept and will follow the edict. I don’t say this is clear. But it is something I cannot doubt is worth doing whatever work it will take to make clear.” Kuhn’s reaction was startling. He rose almost violently from his chair, began pacing in front of the fireplace, and as Cavell narrates, muttered something like, “Yah. Yah.” What causes conviction? What, perhaps rather, may undo an unnoticed conviction?” After that night both arranged to meet for lunch and regularly discuss ideas which would later appear as The Structure of Scientific Revolutions.

In a manner, Cavell’s book is the quintessential tale of the immigrant in America. And ruthlessly introspective, as the best of such tales have always been. He reminds us that while United States is a synonym for chauvinism, America might not be (patriotism has become a maggot in his nation’s consciousness). Has this something to do with US’s chronic skittishness about philosophy and original intellectuality? A typical example is the writings in the New Yorker which share a particular claim to sophistication among the literary and the tasteful class. And yet, Cavell tells us how he came across an essay on Emerson on his two hundredth birth anniversary by the celebrated John Updike, who was able to, and willing to, string out a list of careless and banal criticism of Emerson’s pretensions, but unwilling to explain subtly and accurately by contextualizing those very sentences. Cavell asks: Who was Updike protecting? What public service was he thereby performing? It is this cultural dispensation, of hasty and gleaming smartness, that Cavell has been cautioning us in all his works. As he sums up: “Snobbery readily presents itself as a form of tastelessness manifested by those with some real taste.”

In a brief spurt of inspired wonder at the relationship between poetry, philosophy and more practical activities, Cavell recalls Wallace Stevens’ and Santayana’s repeated claims upon philosophy and asks why The Magic Mountain might open with the question ‘What is Time?” He responds to Stevens’ claims of virility in poetry by considering Euripides’ Hippolytus, as a study of the dangers of promising and Racine’s Phedre, which is about the treacherousness of speech.  Poets have to risk both—accept the promise of poetry before they can withstand consequent prophecy/poverty and contest with monsters the right to assert their own language and imaginative cosmos. In the background is Wittgenstein’s famous tag at the end of Tractatus: “Whereof one cannot speak, therefore one must be silent,” which was in response to Nietzsche’s admonition at the beginning of his second volume of Human, All Too Human, “One should speak only where one must not be silent.” But when a culture unnoticeably learns to read and converse silently, its implications are vast.  Cavell’s own literary-artistic sensibility was largely guided by his discovery of writers of stories, like Saul Bellow, Isaac Rosenfeld, Bernard Malamud, Robert Warshow and the likes of Kafka and Mann. The legacy, for which he is permanently grateful, he calls non-Stalinist socialist aspirations living somehow with a commitment to high modernism. But he was often bored in literary theory and psychology classes, which seemed formless and far too uselessly abstract. In this case he had to be partisan:  “…in both psychology and literature classes, names of members of the philosophy department began to be invoked by students asking the most interesting questions…” But this reaction comes from an intense love of art, not dismissal. What he dismisses is pedantry. Without fail.  Cavell, in continuation to a rare tradition in philosophy, has always sought philosophy’s rapprochement with art, two ancient rivals: “I am not willing just to say that Shakespeare, Racine, Dickens, George Eliot, Ibsen, Proust, Kafka, and so on evidently know intuitively what philosophy responds to conceptually. These writers also evidently respond conceptually.”

Music is a constant presence and so are films. As he writes the musical score for a professional production of King Lear (songs, fanfare, tuckets, alarums, storm effects and a concluding dirge), Cavell underscores the fact that to imbibe theatre’s intellectual ambience means not only a familiarity that exceeds mere literary study but also the enlargement of scope, because a production systematically and explicitly demands the exercise of imagination, articulation, interpretation, surprises and mood. Cavell is inordinately happy when his Cities of Words gets mentioned by two reviewers in connection with the film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. That some of his works are long forgotten save a specialized readership and yet are referred to in relation to this film or that composition makes it still alive and pertinent. Similarly, a publication of a collection of essays Contending with Stanley Cavell, on his works, with his responses in it, makes him pleased as a peach. We observe, to our utter delight, how common our humanity is actually—with its similar worries and fears, its stubborn foibles and tribulations.

At one level the book is also about academic institutions. And at a time when institutions are being undermined and faculty humiliated by all kinds of high handedness, certain observations demand special attention. Like when he observes in general how “Large and ambitious universities are on average probably no less complex, and no subtler, at making decisions about hiring and promotion, and generally no more or less rational in evaluating and balancing talent and productiveness and promise and reputation and loyalty and simple affection, than law firms or insurance companies or sports teams. It is true that the latter have measures of winning and losing apparently more objective (cases handled successfully, policies written, league standings) than universities do. Yet one imagines universities to have the freedom to be better, at once juster and kinder and more imaginative.” At several points the book reminds us how lectures need not necessarily be displays of individual accomplishment rather than invitations to participate in professionally working things through and how graduate students ought to be regarded as participating in a common enterprise with their professors. Cavell, ever so persistent in highlighting the kind of seriousness that academic pursuit demands, is at the same time ruthlessly dismissive of academe’s false pretences. To the popular adage meant to explain the compounding decline of an academic department’s importance, or perhaps to decry a new appointment to the faculty: “Second-rate people like to be around third-rate people. First-rate people like to be around first-rate people,” Cavell has to say this: “Do first-rate people speak so—except in their fourth-rate moments?”

And a very touching, poignant episode comes late in the book that shows how this man thinks about the academe. Gilbert Ryle comes to Harvard, and among other things, gives an informal lecture in the students’ common room. As Ryle holds forth, a senior Harvard faculty, Henry Aiken, arrives volubly drunk and creates a commotion. A student host takes him out and just as Cavell was thinking the situation was well handled, the student returns and takes his place again near Ryle. When Cavell asks the student later about why he would leave Aiken to his disgrace, he said he did not wish to miss the lecture. This sets Cavell thinking about the level of refinement and prestige that moral philosophy has achieved these days. And a consequent casualness in everyday actions: “A talented teacher to whom you owe gratitude for repeated past kindnesses, and whose disgraceful conduct will be underscored by the consciousness of your rebuke, deserves better of you than being deftly turned out of doors, when the only cost to you to help him preserve a tatter of dignity is the mild disappointment of missing the end of a public conversation.” There is something quaint enough to learn from someone who refuses to recognize competitiveness (or moral stinginess) where it entails a lack of respect. The way to make winning pertinent, or rather irrelevant, is to win in such a way as to be beyond or outside evaluation.

There is an important section towards the concluding part of the book which shows how vexed and attracted this professional philosopher is towards French post-structuralist writings. On the one hand, Cavell is moved intensely by intentions of exchange and challenging claims in philosophy. The whole point of doing philosophy is a right to confront (“…a confrontation that draws blood, or stops or boils or cools or heartens it.”) and examine each other in our daily existence. This is a rational position. On the other, he is profoundly disturbed that philosophy has put a distance between itself and theology. This leads him to Lacan and Blanchot who feel that human beings are made so as to bump into each other. Philosophy ought to be the unblushing publishing of one’s guilt within the everyday. And yet that it chronically avoids the everyday is a predicament Cavell painfully confronts. His first encounter with Derrida (with Cavell’s book in hand) sums it up in manner. He can see how both of them are thinking together on the conditions of our existence and yet the ways of this French articulation he cannot fathom. The phantasmagoria of fashionable American espousal of French thought bothers him and yet he walks close to them in every manner. The result is the acknowledgement of a profound conundrum within the American humanities world itself in the last century: “American dispensation of humanities, formed in the absence, indeed the shunning, of the study of philosophy, left it incapable of evaluating claims made in the name of philosophy by philosophers from the other side, whereas professional philosophers on this side were on the whole too contemptuous of these claims to study them.”

This is a book about a way of living. This is also, to a large extent, the inside story of the American academia as it developed in the previous century. And within all this lies the story of the evolution of philosophy. What does a commitment to philosophy look like? With what right, out of what need, might or should a teacher question it? Certainly not by creating works, but by going back over one’s expressions, leaving nothing standing, or perhaps, as Emerson, one of Cavell’s heroes, puts the matter, always just approaching. To trace a path, crooked and unpredictable—that is what has been Stanley Cavell’s aim in this journey. No harm indeed in saying again, It is a mad world, my masters—I speak as a child.

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Links:

Vladmir Jankelevitch, ‘Should we Pardon Them.’ http://www.du.edu/cjs/documents/jankelevitchshouldwepardonthem.pdf

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Complete Works http://www.rwe.org/

Richard Wagner, Tannhauser Overture, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ2WIUam7Tc

Deuteronomy, Chapter 24 http://www.mechon-mamre.org/p/pt/pt0524.htm

Euripides, Hippolytus http://classics.mit.edu/Euripides/hippolytus.html

Thomas Kuhn, The Structure of Scientific Revolutions http://insitu.lri.fr/~mbl/Stanford/CS477/papers/Kuhn-SSR-2ndEd.pdf

J.L. Austin, Other Minds http://www.scribd.com/jacinto1234/d/63288853-Austin-Other-Minds

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Prasanta Chakravarty teaches English at the University of Delhi.

Anger, Us & HumanitiesUnderground

Prasanta Chakravarty

To the HUG blog, WordPress says: ‘you have reached the goal of 75 posts’. A year ago, one didn’t begin with any goal. It was an angry morning, I recall, needless perhaps, when this FB page was made in 10 minutes flat. Angry because of specific events at the place where I work, an anger also directed towards myself for being unable to really do anything, not being able to tell and get people together, for failing to think absurdly and yet strategically. Most of all, for opting out sometimes in difficult situations. That anger throbs in the ‘about’ section on the FB page still. There is also a hint of a purported ‘we’ there—a rather self-conscious ‘we’: those who care about and love art, literature and life in general. And a not-so-veiled reference to others those who do not care, and those who actually seek to demolish that zeal in conscious ways too.

A year later I wonder both about the anger and us. As I look closely and more empirically into the various categories under which individual essays have been slotted (and that slotting no doubt has a subjective bias) – I see 27 pieces under Political and 21 under Aesthetics. These are the largest ones, followed by Popular (17), Literature (15), History (13), Records (12) and Ethics (11). One can see that HUG, in a manner, wonders about the processes, inspirations and reception of literature and art. It is thoroughly invested in questions of form and symbols, no doubt. And yet, it will not let pass so easily and so liberally what goes by the name of such bunkum as world literature, local kitsch, communicative safe havens and so forth.

And yet I wonder about the robustness of the anger. The element of anger – so important for any oppositional position – how can that be without fanfare and yet be deeply involved, in order to gauge a problem or help come out of a predicament?  Or conversely: what about mitigating, whispering takes and positions that hark so sharply and so nonchalantly to positions of power and channels of prejudice that they are often taken aback simply by the hard hitting, expansive love of the writers for their subject matter? Authority is often most bewildered by largeness of heart; for it is precisely that which its worldview lacks and wishes to suppress. Such love channelizes anger, gives it a shape—does not seek to manage it or impart it with a meaningless woozy empathy. I notice that quite a few of our contributors have given rage such steely edges in their pieces and have actually spoken out against our antagonists despite never naming them explicitly. What I am trying to emphasize is the Underground element in our forum and its contours—for there is also an obverse problem: suppose (and I often feel that in the FB space at least) this becomes one more space for woolly liberal intervention?  It is a problem of being able to share a democratic space and yet mark its boundaries. One thing is certain among various uncertainties (a room for HUG, anyone?):  HUG  wishes to steer clear of such meaningless ‘rethinkings’ and ‘interferences.’ This is a place to relax and carouse too—not for busybodies to cast their nets. So, I am mildly alarmed when I see a surfeit of announcements about this music festival or that series on our education policy on FB . This salad-bowl approach compromises the Underground aspect of HUG, and tends to co-opt it into the so-called great synergy of humanities studies.

And this leads me to the other point about ‘we’ and ‘us’ here—the sharing members of this community. The FB blurb again evokes, I notice, an electronic cooperative group of sorts, that might—by its sheer sharedness of purpose and conviction in/about the humanities—be able to hold the antagonist at bay. Keep at tenterhooks at least. HUG, as a platform, a year or so ago, invoked the motley nature and the we-ness of art practitioners and critics alike, in a way that they come together in opposing the crassness of apolitical and the un-aesthetic being.  That motto I think still holds good – antagonistic politics and art cannot be exchanged for agonistic and humane worldviews. HUG baulks at such a prospect. But we had also talked about a reverse craftiness and insidiousness in the face of the marauding dogmatists of all hues – chiefly utilitarians and other rational sentimentalists now.  But perhaps this we-ness needs also to be self-reflexive, so as to steer clear of the easy hubris of righteousness. Do-gooding and instruction, this Horatian grammar school premise of ‘doing’ art – HUG shuns with all its might. So, while we mark and celebrate our collective platform, may we also not come into easy and premature consensus about our objectives. I wish that our we-ness remains forever unstable. May HUG retain a certain quirkiness and not get institutionalized into a purpose.

Prasanta Chakravarty  teaches English Literature at the University of Delhi.

Letter to H.B.N. Shetty

5, Residency Bungalow Camp

Baroda

Date: 7 July 1972

Shri H. B. N. Shetty

Director of Industries and Commerce

Chepauk

Madras

Dear Shri Shetty

I have Mr. G. N. Raghavan’s letter No. 162821/HCA3/69 dated 20 February 1972 referring to a proposal to upgrade the sculpture-training centre at Mahabalipuram into a College of Traditional Arts, Sculpture and Architecture. I am sorry I have taken a long time to give you my opinion and that you had to send me a reminder. I have, unfortunately, been either heavily preoccupied or indisposed, by turns, in the last few months and so could not give the proposal the attention it deserved.

To have an institution to teach traditional arts inclusive of sculpture and architecture is a commendable idea. When the traditional social and economic structure that sustained these arts is breaking down and is unable to support the old craft-apprentice system, this is the only alternative to extend their life. But the structure of such an institution needs mature consideration; to give new life to these arts as I shall explain later, we need a special kind of institution.

We are not the first to discover the present plight of traditional arts. More than a century ago, when Jamshedji Jeejibhoy visualized an art school in Bombay (and made a handsome endowment towards its institution) or Mr. Hunter thought of an art institution in Madras, they were acutely aware of this predicament and the institutions they planned had the sustenance and strengthening of the traditional arts as their avowed objective. But it is common knowledge today that these institutions did not shape up as they wanted; in the way they grew, they kept only the most cursory contact with the traditional arts, and more often than not, worked counter-purpose to them.

This was certainly not due to lack of wisdom or goodwill on the part of the early planners nor due to their ignorance of the problem, but, rather, due to the special characteristics of the new society and the institutions it threw up. The new educational institutions (for us, those teaching art) catered, on the one hand, to the needs and tastes of the new society (in art, the demand for engravers, photographers, portraitists, monumental sculptors, graphic artists and the like) and, on the other, evolved a discipline that would equip a practitioner to meet the growing needs of a growing society, broad and general, with an elastic standard of excellence, not pointed and definite as in the traditional arts, whose purposes and methods were more specific. (For instance, it would be easier for one to assess the performance of a traditional art trainee—his terms being small and specific—than that of his modern counterpart in an art school.) But no modern academic institution can escape this tendency towards generalization if only for the fact that its graduates are unsure of the employment situation they are finally going into. So, though I deplore the fact that our present colleges of art do not have a living contact with traditional arts (much to the detriment of both), I am afraid the setting up of ‘colleges’ of traditional arts will not save the situation either.

It could be argued that the employment situation that these craft trainees are going into is not so indefinite as I think, the threads of traditional culture still persist in our changing society, that people are still god-fearing and pious and need temples, viharas, ritual chariots and like, if only on a smaller scale. It could also be said, with great justification, that the artists and architects of new schools are unable to meet this need (and, if we can judge by the renovations of the gopurams of the Kapaliswara temple in Mylapore and the Meenakshi temple in Madurai, are incompetent and tasteless besides.)  But to think of a ‘college’ and destroy its special character—it will turn out graduates like the other colleges do, 30 to 40 every year, who may not find enough work of the kind they are trained for and perhaps end up as petty modellers in museum workshops or in workshops of curio-fakers—a most unattractive prospect. And if, eventually, more of its graduates go into these latter employments, it will adjust its teaching programme to meet this end. It will, in short, share the fate of the Ayurvedic colleges; intended though it may be to sustain and preserve the purity of the traditional arts, it will only result in hybridizing them and watering them down.

This is not to be construed as my being against the setting up of an institution to teach traditional arts and professional status similar to that of a college. Far from it. My opinion is: an independent institution to teach traditional arts, if it is to be effective, has to be visualized on different lines from a normal college. To outline it briefly:

—it should start as a master-craftsmen’s guild, preferably state-supported with enough professional work on hand;

—its educational functions should be related to productive functions;

—it should be restrictive in its student intake;

—it should keep the master craftsman-apprentice relationship intact in its teaching system;

—it should implement a course of the ‘conservatorial’ type (not the time-bound college type), sending out a practitioner with a professional certificate only when he has a high degree of competence and independence, in both theory and practice;

—it should be centred around a research department that probes into the rationale of the traditional arts, comparing their various iconographical divisions (as the present day stapathis, for all the hoary texts they hold on to, will be practitioners in the Nayak or the Vijaynagar manners, and the education of the apprentices should cover a larger spectrum of the traditional arts and present each form in its contextual propriety);

—it should have an area of environmental study (for a piece of sculpture or architecture does not become great by its iconographical precision but by its subtle responsiveness to the environment, both in design and visual content).

Then alone can such an institution play a creative role. Alternatively, such institutions can grow as post-graduate workshops around the new art institutions, provided these art institutions take to such a link-up with favour. This would minimize their professional responsibility (since a student is going to specialize in these arts only after a basic art course, which will give him greater professional resilience). This will also be more realistic in the long run because it is inconceivable that a society can sustain two unrelated streams of art activity, one traditional and the other modern, for a long time without both growing impoverished and trite. But I agree that, at a present stage in our history, when there is a considerable wealth of traditional craftsmanship and related know-how in our country to which our modern art schools turn their backs to a greater or lesser degree, an independent institution to foster them can be thought of. But, as I have already mentioned, it should be carefully planned; not put together scrappily as is being attempted.

The present proposal seems to me to be impelled by a motion (all too common in our country) that academic (or professional) improvement can only be achieved in certain routine ways, by upgrading a pathasala into a school, a school into a college, a college into a super-institute, with separate hierarchies of staff. I admit that our administrative bureaucracy can only understand such terms; for them, the money-value and professional status of a craftsman is less than that of a lecturer, or a lecturer less than that of a professional, whether or not this nomenclature denotes a functional difference. So, every person or institution seeking improvement in status seeks to adjust himself or itself to these role-stereotypes, irrespective of their suitability. I have seen only too often the unfortunate consequences of such a masquerade; a master-craftsman abandons his craft environment and becomes an academic and, in course of this, frustrated and lethargic; an artist becomes an administrator, a craft apprentice a prospective graduate with his eye more on the certificate than on the craft. This will be most unfortunate. I am of the opinion that a master-craftsman or a sthapathi, if he is learned and adept, and is able to turn out professionals of competence, should be given the status of a professor without forcing him to change his work habits and sit on a professional chair. Similarly, a competent apprentice he trains should be accorded the status of a graduate without his having to waddle through a normal college-type curriculum. If this were accepted, I should presume those who drew up the scheme would have drawn it up differently, (not worked under the notion that to improve the functions of an institute is to upgrade it into a college) and deliberated more seriously about the basic problems related to such education.

I am

Yours sincerely,

K.G. Subramanyan

K.G. Subramanyan is an artist, satirist, art-historian and poet. He has been part of the art faculty at M.S. University, Baroda and is Professor Emeritus at Kala Bhavan, Santiniketan. This letter is part of a series published by Seagull Books, India in 2008. Subramanyan calls his letters “ small footnotes to a process of self discovery…”

Cordial Old Mates: Adorno-Marcuse Exchanges

Correspondence on the German Student Movement

Theodor Adorno/Herbert Marcuse

Prof. Dr. Theodor W. Adorno

6 Frankfurt am Main

Kettenhofweg 123

14 February 1969

Dear Herbert

I wrote to you on 24 January and enclosed for the dean of your faculty an official English invitation from the Institute. Since I have still not received a response, I am rather afraid that, due to some sort of catastrophe—be it natural or social—the letter has gone astray. I am requesting a rapid response, in case I need to send you carbon copies.By the way, I committed an error of form: an invitation from the Institute can de jure only originate from Friedeburg, Gunzert or me, but not Habermas. Though he is the co-director of the sociology department, he is not formally part of the Institute; and the two things must be kept separate from each other in organizational terms.

I need not say that the invitation met with Jürgen’s full approval. Things have been terrible again here. A SDS group led by Krahl occupied a room in the Institute and refused to leave, despite three requests. We had to call the police, who then arrested all those who they found in the room; the situation is dreadful in itself, but Friedeburg, Habermas and I were there, as it happened, and were able to guard against the use of physical force. Now there is a whole lot of lamentation, even though Krahl only organized the whole stunt in order to get taken into custody, and thereby hold together the disintegrating Frankfurt SDS group—which he has indeed achieved in the meantime. The propaganda is presenting things entirely back to front, as if it were we who grasped at repressive measures, and not the students who yelled at us that we should shut our traps and say nothing about what happened. This is just to put you in the picture, in case rumours and rather colourful accounts should filter through to you.

In spite of everything, my book is progressing quite well; I almost feel like saying unfortunately, because the events leave me quite unmoved in a way that I can hardly explain to myself. I do not even feel the fear to which I am entitled. On the other hand, the intensity with which I am throwing myself into my work may be steeling me a little bit. I hope to get far enough in the rest of the so-called vacation weeks that whatever remains to be done is of a more or less technical nature. I also want to let you know that Max has every intention of being here too on the same days as you.

I am in quite good health, apart from a chronic lack of proper rest. And we survived the winter—which has taken on such a frightful form again in the last few days—without catching Hong Kong flu.

Much love to you both—from Gretel too.

Your old friend

Theodor

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Herbert Marcuse

Dept. of Philosophy

University of California at San Diego

5 April 1969

Dear Teddy

I find it really difficult to write this letter, but it has to be done and, in any case, it is better than covering up differences of opinion between the two of us. Since my last letter, the situation has changed decisively for me: for the first time, I have read more detailed reports about the events in Frankfurt, and I have also received a face-to-face report from a Frankfurt student who ‘was there’. Of course, I am aware of the attendant bias, but what came to light at no point contradicted what you wrote to me. It simply expanded it.

In short; I believe that if I accept the Institute’s invitation without also speaking to the students, I will identify myself with (or I will be identified with) a position that I do not share politically. To put it brutally: if the alternative is the police or left-wing students, then I am with the students—with one crucial exception, namely, if my life is threatened or if violence is threatened against my person and my friends, and that threat is a serious one. Occupation of rooms (apart from my own apartment) without such a threat of violence would not be a reason for me to call the police. I would have left them sitting there and left it to somebody else to call the police. I still believe that our cause (which is not only ours) is better taken up by the rebellious students than by the police, and, here in California, that is demonstrated to me almost daily (and not only in California). And I would even take on board a disruption of ‘business as usual’, if the conflict is serious enough for that. You know me well enough to know that I reject the unmediated translation of theory into praxis just as emphatically as you do. But I do believe that there are situations, moments, in which theory is pushed on further by praxis—situations and moments in which theory that is kept separate from praxis becomes untrue to itself. We cannot abolish from the world the fact that these students are influenced by us (and certainly not least byyou)—I am proud of that and am willing to come to terms with patricide, even though it hurts sometimes. And the means that they use in order to translate theory into activity?? We know (and they know) that the situation is not a revolutionary one, not even a prerevolutionary one. But this same situation is so terrible, so suffocating and demeaning, that rebellion against it forces a biological, physiological reaction: one can bear it no longer, one is suffocating and one has to let some air in. And this fresh air is not that of a ‘left fascism’ (contradictio in adjecto!). It is the air that we (at least I) also want to breathe some day, and it is certainly not the air of the establishment. I discuss things with the students and I attack them if, in my opinion, they are being stupid, playing into the hands of the other side, but I would probably not call to my aid worse, more awful weapons against their bad ones. And I would despair about myself (us) if I (we) would appear to be on the side of a world that supports mass murder in Vietnam, or says nothing about it, and which makes a hell of any realms that are outside the reach of its own repressive power.

Back to personal matters: I cannot come to Frankfurt, unless I also have a discussion with the students, listen to them and tell them what I think. And if that is not possible without a mass meeting, a circus—then that is a nightmare for me, it goes against my will and my physical constitution, but it is no reason for me to avoid the confrontation. I can’t help it but, for me, that is the (perhaps too unmediated?) attestation of loyalty, and gratitude, that I feel for you all. And it is in the spirit of this loyalty that I would like your answer. For me, the alternative is: come to Frankfurt and have a discussion with the students as well, or do not come at all. If you think the latter option better—‘it is perfectly alright with me’. Perhaps we can meet somewhere in Switzerland in the summer and sort these things out. It would be even better if Max and Habermas could join us too. But we really do need to clarify matters.

Herbert

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Prof. Dr. Theodor W. Adorno

6 Frankfurt am Main

Kettenhofweg 123

5 May 1969

Dear Herbert

Your letter, dated 5 April, received while on a short holiday in Baden- Baden, had a remarkable effect on me and—to be as frank as you—hurt me. Though I am well aware that our dispute can only be dealt with face-to-face, I do not want to owe you a reply until then.

First of all, I do not understand why the situation has changed so decisively for you after just one conversation, which, as you specifically confirmed, in no way contradicted my report, and can hardly have contained anything new. At the very least, I think, you might have related some of the discrepancies between the reports, and given me the opportunity to comment. It seems to me that it is virtually impossible to form an opinion about the affair from six thousand miles away; and you did so without even listening to me.The idea of not speaking to the students and not speaking before a large audience was yours originally. Of course, it fitted in with my plans. After all, I have to look out for the interests of the Institute—our old Institute, Herbert—and these interests would be directly endangered by such a circus, believe me: the prevailing tendency to block any subsidies coming to us would grow acutely. Therefore, if you really must have a discussion with the students in Frankfurt, it is better if you take responsibility for that, without involving the Institute, or the department. I believe that I may assume from your letter that you understand my reaction and you will not hold it against me.

The police should not be—to use the jargon of the ApO—abstractly demonized. I can only reiterate that they treated the students far more leniently than the students treated me: that simply beggared description. I disagree with you on the question of when the police should be called. Recently, in a faculty discussion, Mr. Cohn-Bendit told me that I only had the right to call the police if blows were about to rain down on me; I replied that, by then, it would probably be too late. In the case of the occupation of the Institute no other course of action was possible. Since the Institute is an independent foundation and is not under the protection of the university, responsibility for everything that goes on here resides with Friedeburg and me. Instead of occupying the department, the students decided to occupy a ‘modified’ Institute, as they called it at the time; one can only imagine what else would have happened with graffiti and so on.

Today, I would react no differently to the way that I did on 31 January. I regard the students’ recent demand that I carry out public self-criticism as pure Stalinism. This has nothing to do with ‘business as usual’, I know that we are quite close on the question of the relation between theory and practice, although we really do need to discuss this relationship thoroughly some time (I am just working on theses that deal with this matter). I would also concede to you that there are moments in which theory is pushed on further by practice. But such a situation neither exists objectively today, nor does the barren and brutal practicism that confronts us here have the slightest thing to do with theory anyhow. The strongest point that you make is the idea that the situation could be so terrible that one would have to attempt to break out of it, even if one recognizes the objective impossibility. I take that argument seriously. But I think that it is mistaken. We withstood in our time, you no less than me, a much more dreadful situation—that of the murder of the Jews, without proceeding to praxis; simply because it was blocked for us. I think that clarity about the streak of coldness in one’s self is a matter for self-contemplation. To put it bluntly: I think that you are deluding yourself in being unable to go on without participating in the student stunts, because of what is occurring in Vietnam or Biafra. If that really is your reaction, then you should not only protest against the horror of napalm bombs but also against the unspeakable Chinese-style tortures that the Vietcong carry out permanently. If you do not take that on board too, then the protest against the Americans takes on an ideological character. Max lay great weight, and with justification, on just that point. I of all people, being, after all, the one who left the US in the end, should be entitled to my opinion.

You object to Jürgen’s expression ‘left fascism’, calling it a contradictio in adjecto. But you are a dialectician, aren’t you? As if such contradictions did not exist—might not a movement, by the force of its immanent antinomies, transform itself into its opposite? I do not doubt for a moment that the student movement in its current form is heading towards that technocratization of the university that it claims it wants to prevent, indeed quite directly. And it also seems to me just as unquestionable that modes of behaviour such as those that I had to witness, and whose description I will spare both you and me, really display something of that thoughtless violence that once belonged to fascism.

So, to answer your question unambiguously: if you come to Frankfurt in order to have a discussion with the students, who have proved themselves, as regards me, as regards all of us here, to be calculating regressives, then be it on your own head, and not under our aegis. Whether or not you want to do that is not a decision that I can make for you.

Of course, it would be lovely if we could meet up in Switzerland with Max, but I doubt that it will happen, since we are only stopping very briefly in Basle. And our disagreements really do demand unlimited discussions. Zermatt would be the best place for those, and, anyway, its lack of upper Italian lakes did not put you off before. Incidentally, I am in Italy at the beginning of September, and around the 8th and 9th I will definitely be in Venice.

Yours cordially

Theodor

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Herbert Marcuse

London

4 June 1969

Dear Teddy

I feel the need to speak honestly even more urgently than before. Ergo: Your letter does not give the slightest indication of the reasons for the students’ hostility towards the Institute. You wrote of the ‘interests of the Institute’, adding the emphatic reminder: ‘our old Institute, Herbert’. No Teddy, it is not our old Institute, into which the students have infiltrated. You know as well as I how essential the difference is between the work of the Institute in the thirties and its work in present-day Germany. The qualitative difference is not one that stems from the development of theory itself: the ‘subsidies’ that you mention so incidentally—are they really so incidental? You know that we are united in the rejection of any unmediated politicization of theory. But our (old) theory has an internal political content, an internal political dynamic, that today, more than ever before, compels us to concrete political positions. That does not mean—as you ascribe to me in your Spiegel interview—giving ‘practical advice’. I have never done that. Like you, I believe it is irresponsible to sit at one’s writing desk advocating activities to people who are fully prepared to let their heads be bashed in for the cause. But, in my opinion, that means: in order to still be our ‘old Institute’, we have to write and act differently today than in the thirties. Even intact theory is not immune to the effects of reality. As wrong as it is to negate the difference between the two (as you justifiably denounce the students for doing), so it is also wrong to cling onto the difference abstractly in its previous form, when this has changed in a reality that embraces (or opens up to) theory and practice.

It is indeed true that the police should ‘not be abstractly demonized’. And, of course, I too would call the police in certain situations. Recently, with reference to the university (and nowhere else), I formulated it in the following way: ‘if there is a real threat of physical injury to persons, and of the destruction of material and facilities serving the educational function of the university’. On the other hand, I believe that, in certain situations, occupation of buildings and disruption of lectures are legitimate forms of political protest. For example: in the University of California, after the breaking up of the demonstration in May in Berkeley that was brutal beyond belief. And now to perhaps the most important thing: in the light of the terrible situation I am unable to discover the ‘cold streak in one’s self.’

If this is ‘self-delusion’, then it must have so penetrated into my fleshand bones that it no longer feels cold. Is it not at least just as possible that precisely the acknowledgement of coldness is itself self-delusion and a ‘defence mechanism’? And to say that one may not protest against the agony of imperialism, without in the same breath accusing those who desperately fight against this hell, by whatever means they can, seems to me to be somehow inhuman. As a principle of method, that immediately turns into a justification and apology for the aggressor.

On ‘left fascism’: of course I have not forgotten that there are dialectical contradictions—but I have also not forgotten that not all contradictions are dialectical—some are simply wrong. The (authentic) left is not able to transform itself into the Right ‘by the force of its immanent antinomies’, without decisively changing its social basis and objectives. Nothing in the student movement indicates such a change. In order to introduce your concept of ‘coldness’, you note that, in our time, we even withstood the murder of the Jews, without proceeding to praxis, ‘simply because it was blocked for us’. Exactly, and today it is not blocked for us. What is different in the situation is the difference between fascism and bourgeois democracy. Democracy grants us freedoms and rights. But given the degree to which bourgeois democracy (on the basis of its immanent antinomies) seals itself off from qualitative change—through the parliamentary democratic process itself—extra-parliamentary opposition becomes the only form of ‘contestation’; ‘civil disobedience’, direct action.And the forms of this activity no longer follow traditional patterns.

I condemn many things about it just like you, but I come to terms with it and defend it against opponents, simply because the defence and maintenance of the status quo and its cost in human life is much more terrible. Here is, I suppose, the deepest divergence between us. To speak of the ‘Chinese on the Rhine’, as long as the Americans are based on the Rhine, would be an impossibility for me. Certainly, all this requires ‘unlimited discussions’. I don’t understandwhy only Zermatt would be the ‘best place’ for you. A place that is easier to get to for all participants seems to be in the realm of the possible. From 16 August to 11 September we are in Switzerland; rom 4 July to 14 August c/o Madame Bravais Turenne, 06 Cabris, France.

Yours cordially

Herbert

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Prof. Dr. Theodor Adorno

6 Frankfurt am Main

Kettenhofweg 123

19 June 1969

Dear Herbert,

Thank you very much for both your letters. I will respond as well as I am able, though I find myself in a phase of extreme depression, whose cause is in no way psychological, and which does not really favour my capacity to express myself. Therefore, above all else, I beg your patience, even should I repeat myself. Just so you might get a sense of the atmosphere here, I will let you know that my lectures have been disrupted for a second time, and this time without even providing the pretence of an excuse.

You write that my letter gave no indication of the reasons for the students’ hostility towards the Institute. There were no such reasons until the occupation. This took place once they had calculated that we were under compulsion to call the police. Given the slackening interest of the students in the protest movement, it was the only means to achieve some sort of solidarity. Krahl calculated that quite correctly. You would not have been able to act any differently in our position; the case cited by you, ‘if there is a real threat of physical injury to persons, and of the destruction of material and facilities serving the educational function of the university’ was exactly applicable here. What you call their hostility towards the Institute stems simply from the fact that we reacted in accordance with the provocation.

You dispute that the Institute is ‘our old Institute’. It is obvious that it cannot be identical with the one in New York. In those days, we were able to draw together a large number of more or less mature intellectuals, most of whom had worked together for quite some time; here we had to train up all the affiliates ourselves. The official subsidies influenced the direction of the work, in the sense that we had to carry out empirical research; but, after all, ‘Authority and Family’ was only finished during the years of emigration, and the ‘Authoritarian Personality’ completely produced there. I do not believe that we need to be ashamed of the empirical things that we have done, such as the group research with the supplementary methodological studies, the volume ‘Students and Politics’, the book on the German major scale that is currently in preparation, or the large NPD [Nationaldemokratische Partei Deutschlands] study. In all these volumes, you will not find the slightest notice given to the money providers. You will not be able to accuse Jürgen (who is not officially a director of the Institute but de facto belongs to it) or me of neglecting theoretical interests in favour of those studies. The series also contains a number of theoretical works, not only the co-authored volume by Max and me, but also the Marx book by Alfred Schmidt, the book on Comte and Hegel by Negt, a member of the ApO, and the piece by Bergmann against Talcott Parsons. Not to mention my books. I think that, if one takes into account the obstacles that the Institute has had to overcome, our whole lives long as much as today, the result is reputable. That someone or other did not do something or other is a reproach that can be levelled at everything and everyone and so loses its stringency.

The crux of our controversy was already evident in Crans. You think that praxis—in its emphatic sense—is not blocked today; I think differently. I would have to deny everything that I think and know about the objective tendency if I wanted to believe that the student protest movement in Germany had even the tiniest prospect of effecting a social intervention. Because, however, it cannot do that its effect is questionable in two respects. Firstly, in as much as it inflames an undiminished fascist potential in Germany, without even caring about it. Secondly, insofar as it breeds in itself tendencies which— and here too we must differ—directly converge with fascism. I name as symptomatic of this the technique of calling for a discussion, only to then make one impossible; the barbaric inhumanity of a mode of behaviour that is regressive and even confuses regression with revolution; the blind primacy of action; the formalism which is indifferent to the content and shape of that against which one revolts, namely our theory. Here in Frankfurt, and certainly in Berlin as well, the word ‘professor’ is used condescendingly to dismiss people, or as they so nicely put it ‘to put them down’, just as the Nazis used the word Jew in their day. I no longer regard the total complex of what has confronted me permanently over the past two months as an agglomeration of a few incidents. To re-use a word that made us both smile in days gone by, the whole forms a syndrome. Dialectics means, amongst other things, that ends are not indifferent to means; what is going on here drastically demonstrates, right down to the smallest details, such as the bureaucratic clinging to agendas, ‘binding decisions’, countless committees and suchlike, the features of just such a technocratization that they claim they want to oppose, and which we actually oppose. I take much more seriously than you the danger of the student movement flipping over into fascism. After they shouted down the Israeli ambassador in Frankfurt, the assurance that it did not happen because of anti-Semitism and the enlistment of some Israeli ApO man does not help in the slightest. One does not even have to wait for the Chinese on the Rhine. You only have to look once into the manic staring eyes of those who, wherever possible by evoking us, turn their anger against us. I find it difficult to imagine that you had this type of desublimation in mind, although I never found the substitution of the Ninth Symphony by Jazz and Beat, the scum of the culture industry, exactly illuminating anyway. But now we reach the layer that we need to discuss, not deal with by letter.

Can that really not take place in Zermatt? Given the state that I am in, and truly to God I have not exaggerated it, it would be physically unbearable for me to go to warm climes, be it Italy or in the zone of the Föhn, during those few weeks in which I seek wretchedly enough to recuperate. Cannot suffice for us as water the marmot fountain [in Zermatt] with the inscription: Domine, conserva nos in pace?

We are here until 21 July, then up there; please let us hear word of you soon.

Yours cordially

Theodor

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Herbert Marcuse

Chez Madame Bravais-Turenne,

Cabris, France

21 July 1969

Dear Teddy

Your letter dated 19 June arrived after our return from Italy. The runin with Cohn-Bendit was a lot of fun actually: not only because I managed to force his speaking choir into silence and to deliver my lecture to the end as planned (the newspaper reports were wrong), but also because discussions with Italian students about this incident showed that Cohn-Bendit and his methods are fully isolated from the core of the student movement. I hear the same thing from my friends in Berlin.

With this I reach what you call ‘the crux of our controversy’. I certainly do believe that the student movement does have the prospect of ‘effecting a social intervention’. I am thinking here mainly of the United States, but also France (my stay in Paris reinforced that once again) and South America. Of course, the causes that set off the process are all very different, but, unlike Habermas, it seems to me that, despite all the differences, the driving motivation aims for the same goal. And this goal is now a protest against capitalism, which cuts to the roots of its existence, against its henchmen in the Third World, its culture, its morality. Of course, I never voiced the nonsensical opinion that the student movement is itself revolutionary. But it is the strongest, perhaps the only, catalyst for the internal collapse of the system of domination today. The student movement in the United States has indeed intervened effectively as just such a catalyst: in the development of political consciousness, in the agitation in the ghettos, in the radical alienation from the system of layers who were formerly integrated, and, most importantly, in the mobilization of further circles of the populace against American imperialism (I really can see no reason to be allergic to the use of this concept). All that may not amount to very much, but there is no revolutionary situation in the most advanced industrialized countries, and the degree of integration simply delimits new, very unorthodox forms of radical opposition. As is almost always the case, the rulers have a more accurate assessment of the meaning of the student opposition than it has itself: in the United States repression is most urgently organized against schools and universities—when co-optation does not help, the police do.

The student movement today is desperately seeking a theory and a practice. It is searching for forms of organization that can correspond to and contradict late capitalist society. It is torn in itself, infiltrated by provocateurs or by those who objectively promote the cause of provocation. I find some stunts, such as those that I hear word of from Frankfurt and Hamburg, as reproachable as you do. I have fought publicly enough against the slogan ‘destroy the university’, which I regard as a suicidal act. I believe that it is precisely in a situation such as this that it is our task to help the movement, theoretically, as well as in defending it against repression and denunciation.

My question as to whether today’s Institute is really still the old one was definitely not referring to the publications, but to abstention from political positions. Let me say it again: in no way have I banished the concept of mediation, but there are simply situations in which it precisely manifests itself concretely. According to its own dynamic, the great, indeed historic, work of the Institute demands the adoption of a clear position against American imperialism and for the liberation struggle in Vietnam, and it is simply not on to speak of the ‘Chinese on the Rhine’, as long as capitalism is the dominant exploiter.  As early as 1965, I heard of the identification of the Institute with American policy in Germany. And now to the most unpleasant part of my letter. By chance, I saw in Spiegel that Max too has joined the chorus of my attackers. I have painstakingly avoided bringing our differences out into the open.

Now I must answer publicly. It seems extraordinary to me that, in his attack, Max reclaims as private property ideas that were worked out in communal discussions; I gladly accept that these thoughts got ‘cruder and simpler’ in my work. I believe crudeness and simplification have made the barely recognizable radical substance of these thoughts visible again. And furthermore: Habermas quotes the following sentence from the preface to a new edition of essays from the thirties (not sent to me): ‘The difference concerns the relation to force that serves the opponents when powerless. For the sake of truth, it appears to me necessary to say openly that, with all its faults, suspect democracy is always better than dictatorship, which its collapse would bring into being’. Can the Horkheimer of the 1930s really write so undialectically, so untheoretically today? The sentence appears to me to be just a version of the platitude about the ‘lesser evil’. But is it even that? ‘Democracy’ is isolated, sealed off from its real content: the form of domination of late capitalism. This isolation permits repression of the question: ‘better’ for whom? For Vietnam? Biafra? The enslaved people in South America, in the ghettos? The system is global, and it is its democracy, which, with all its faults, also carries out, pays for, and arms neo-colonialism and neo-fascism, and it obstructs liberation. Double isolation: neo-fascism and this democracy are not alternatives: this democracy, as a capitalist one, drives, in line with its inherent dynamic, towards a régime of force? And why must its collapse bring about a dictatorship that is worse than what exists? Is it not precisely the task of today’s protest movement, especially the student one, to prevent such a development?

And must one denounce this movement from the outset as a ‘powerless force’—when, for a start, it is more than questionable whether one can speak of force at all with a clear conscience—when it is compared to that over which the rulers dispose? What ‘serves’ the opponents better: the authoritative assurance of the powerlessness of this movement, or the strengthening of the movement? The students know all too well the objective limits of their protest—they do not need us to point it out to them, but perhaps they need us to help them get beyond these limits. The use of force, the ‘practitioners of violence’, all that is on the other side, in the opponents’ camp, and we should be wary of taking over its categories and using them to label the protest movement. And the dictatorship after the collapse? We should have the theoretical courage not to identify the violence of liberation with the violence of repression, all subsumed under the general category of dictatorship. Terrible as it is, the Vietnamese peasant who shoots his landlord who has tortured and exploited him for decades is not doing the same thing as the landlord who shoots the rebelling slaves.

Of course, one has to defend parliamentary-democratic institutions when they still guarantee the right to freedom and work against the deepening of repression. But they are not dismantled by student activity but by the ruling class. In the USA today, the state legislatures are a centre of intensified repression, and the recent occupancy of the Supreme Court by Nixon shows the direction in which politics is moving.

These are a few of the things that we need to discuss. Perhaps we can still manage it. There is after all a direct train from Zermatt to Pontresina (the wonderful Glacier Express), and from Pontresina to Zermatt is exactly the same distance as from Zermatt to Pontresina. I hope to meet up with Habermas in the middle of August in Zurich.

We are here until 14 August: daily swimming in the Mediterranean and French cuisine aid mental and bodily recuperation.

Warm greetings to both of you.

Herbert

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Institute for Social Research

At the Johann Wolfgang Goethe University

Prof. Dr. Th. W. Adorno

6000 Frankfurt A. M. 1

Senckenberg-Anlage 26

6 August 1969

Dear Herbert,

I sent you a telegram in reply to your letter. I want to prevent a calamity. It really would be idiotic if a serious rift should develop between you on the one side and Max and me on the other, all because of this story. I cannot understand why you did not first get in contact with Max, once you heard about this, as usual, crassly distorted affair, in order to sort out the facts of the matter before reacting. By the way, I must tell you that I find the witch-hunt against you, and the amusement that it provides for our enemies, disgusting. That goes without saying; but right now it needs to be said. I think that you have to sue Mr Matthias, as indisposed as I am [to] such trials otherwise. I got dragged into a similarly concocted affair over the Benjaminedition, likewise by the Right (Hannah Arendt) and the ApO-activists.

Without a typewriter, I can only respond properly to your letter once I am back in Frankfurt. I am the last to underestimate the merits of the student movement: it has interrupted the smooth transition to the totally administered world. But it is mixed with a dram of madness, in which the totalitarian resides teleologically, and not at all simply as a repercussion (though it is this too). And I am not a masochist, not when it comes to theory. Furthermore, the German situation really is different.—By the way, in an exam recently, I got another dose of tear gas; that is most burdensome, given my severe conjunctivitis.

In respect of the Institute today, it has certainly exercised no more political abstention than was the case in NY. You obviously have no concept of the amount of hatred that is directed at Friedeburg, Habermas and me. Reading the FAZ [Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung] might give you some idea.

In puncto simplification I hold a completely different view—just as I did towards Brecht in his time—but I cannot go into that today. Herbert, I really cannot come to Zurich or Pontresina. As I indicated in my last letter, you really do have to reckon with a badly damaged Teddie, as Max will confirm. By the middle of August you will already have an ample convalescence behind you, and I am glad for you; but I will not have had mine. However, I think that this rather rationalized egoism is legitimate, and, happily, your sentence about the identity of the distance between Pontresina and Zermatt is reversible. And here, one has, as you well know, infinitely more calm and peace than in Engadin. After all, we came to meet you here. Do you find it so terrible here ever since? And you surely must agree that there is no doubt that we need to talk to each other?—I think that I told you already that I will be in Venice from the 5 to 9 September (Hotel Regina); and here until 27 August.

Warmest greetings, from Gretel and Inge as well.

Yours

Teddie

P.S.: I have a few things to tell you about Danny-le-rouge: just slapstick comical stuff. That must really have been a loveliness of street battles with him involved. And in Frankfurt he still counts as one of the more humane. Quel monde!

Copied from a hand-written draft

With friendly greetings

(Hertha Georg, secretary)

Translated by Esther Leslie

[HUG thanks Pothik Ghosh for providing us with these rare exchanges]

Some Notes toward Queering the Humanities in the University

Brinda Bose

Has the increasing visibility of the movement against Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code (that criminalises homosexual behaviour) in recent years brought any significant change to gendered spaces in Indian universities? Is ‘gender’ as an established theoretical tool for reading the humanities – and literature in particular – being ‘queered’ in the classroom and outside it on campuses now? Gender studies have been traditionally seen as analogous to women’s studies, read through feminist tracts and critiques that identified women’s positions as marginalized and disempowered, and women’s politics as collusive or resistant. Queer studies has given this somewhat-tired paradigm a new lease of life in the classroom, perhaps its own shot-in-the-arm coming from fresh turns in contemporary sexuality politics in the country. We now seem to be witnessing a parallel movement in university spaces like corridors, plazas and gardens in which the politics of reading literary texts through radical queer frameworks, for example, is being extended to assertions of non-normative sexual choices and a spreading support for queerness – and queer thinking – on campuses. This is not to say that homophobia, and a conservative heteronormativity – in response to texts as well as lifestyles – is not still visible and disruptive, but is it possible to mark, analyze and interrogate an identifiable turn towards queering the gendered space in/through the humanities in the Indian university?

A few weeks ago, a young woman came up to me on the metro, checked that I was who she thought I was, and identified herself as an MPhil student of sociology for whom ‘Phobic Erotic was a Bible’ when she first began to do research on lesbian lives, and that she now could ‘not wait for the Gender Conference to begin’ (referring to the recently-concluded conference on gender, sexualities and multiple modernities that we organised at Delhi University).  So what, I wondered as I stepped off the train, has been happening in the Humanities and Social Science disciplines on university campuses since I put together The Phobic and the Erotic in 2007, an anthology of writings by feminist and queer activists and scholars? The intention of the anthology was to take stock of both activism and academics around sexualities in contemporary India, and to identify ways in which feminist and queer intellectual interventions had both interrogated and extended those politics and the thinking around it. Contributors to the volume included some of the foremost feminist and queer activists and thinkers in the field, and what emerged from the volume – and the subsequent reception to it – was the sense that while it was indeed time to critique both the activist and intellectual movements and analyze their limitations, the core necessity for feminist theorizing was far from dead. While feminisms have been challenged and transformed, and ‘woman’ as a category entirely destabilized and continually reconstituted, feminist theory as a tool of critical inquiry has remained essential to intellectual interrogations of how we materially inhabit multiple spaces. Queer interventions in feminist thinking had then given it new directions by fruitfully complicating the scenario and throwing up new and old spanners in the works.

I currently teach an MA course in Literature and Gender, and last semester offered an MPhil course on Sexualities and Visual Cultures in Contemporary India. The MPhil is a more advanced discussion class in which students are aware of originary debates in the field and can push the arguments in certain directions through the texts they consider and the critical readings they access. It has been the MA class which has been far more revelatory in a sense: the students are intellectually and otherwise younger and fresh from undergraduate degrees in which feminist criticism seems to start always by looking at how a woman has little or no ‘agency’ in her social structure and is dependent on, and oppressed by, a male figure. While this is not an entirely useless entry point into reading gender in the classroom, it has its obvious limitations. Starting at the undergraduate level, we try to complicate this scenario and offer ways of approaching texts that look at how men and women are gendered, constructed and performed, and how their desires, frustrations and negotiations of categories of male/female are fluid and overlapping. Students travel the range of heteronormative/homosocial/homoerotic/homosexual desire, and are able to make distinctions between different registers of desiring – not merely in terms of sexual difference, but in the ways which point toward collapsing binaries of difference into other more complex patterns of gendered and sexual interactions.

What I wanted to think about, then, is whether the climate-change that has been brought about by political, cultural and social developments in India since the movement around Section 377 intensified and captured the public imagination, has made possible a completely different set of negotiations and discussions both in and outside the classroom. For the first time in almost a decade and a half that I have spent at Delhi University – first in an undergraduate college and now at the postgraduate department – it seems to me that the intellectual is slowly also approaching and approximating the personal and the political, and this is not merely to do with whether one is gay and can ‘come out’ now, though that is a vital question too.

 What I am trying to work out is whether a connection can be made between developments in the immediate world around us as they impact on us – and on our students in particular – and emergent trends one can see on the university campus over the past few years. There are a couple of instances I would like to point to as markers of a changing campus in contexts of gender, though this is not at all to say that any of the problems of sexual harassment, crassness and insensitivity, rights violations and stereotyping have been resolved. In fact, with a campus increasingly open to new ideas and expressions, new problems – both of radical posturing and those coming out of a conservative backlash – have also begun to emerge, and need to be acknowledged and addressed.

 A couple of months ago, a male student of my MA course came to see me hesitantly, saying he had a personal problem that was linked to questions that we had been discussing in class over Wilde’s Dorian Gray, and wondering whether we could also share a space outside the classroom that took up related ‘real life’ issues. He was gay and closeted, but life had become intolerable for him ever since he had revealed his orientation to his male roommate, who was, presumably, straight. Without probing at all beyond what he felt he wanted to tell me, I gathered that this student had begun to ‘like’ his roommate (who, it seemed to me, was not entirely against indulging in some sexual experimentation until he had found a girlfriend who was incensed at whatever mischief she sensed in these uncertain equations). Much bitterness and heartbreak had followed. My student was terrified and confused at the same time; closeted, he feared that his erstwhile roommate who had now moved out would create trouble for him by spreading stories, but also perhaps about whether this ‘not coming out’ showed him up as cowardly and uncommitted toward a movement that was his lifeline. Another gay student, in the meantime, had begun to wear his sexuality on his sleeve (and on his Facebook statuses) and was enthused about all of us attending the Delhi Pride together as a university contingent carrying placards. Between these two students falls the shadow of queer activism and awareness on campus, of course, but what is interesting is that these are no longer just personal stories of angst and bravado.

Students have now begun to organise around their gender politics, and to look for strength in the support they might find from friends and faculty. Queer Campus India is a network which proclaims that they will address ‘sexuality… from scratch’, aiming ‘to be an Indian queer youth/students’ collective – a space to share your experiences, deal with coming out and find your own circle of queer friends’. There is a potential problem here too, as I see it, with its very specific and definite focus on coming out and identifying as queer by hanging out with members of the community – if ‘queer’ is defined narrowly as those who practise and acknowledge a homosexual lifestyle choice. What some of us on our very diverse campus are trying to do, through linking discussions in the classrooms with lives (secret and outed) outside of that more formal space, is to queer thinking, and to diversify the idea of sexual orientation to build a sexual politics that is interrogative, subversive, multiple, various.

What does Queer Campus India and its activities have to do with the Humanities classroom in particular? When gay and lesbian students come to campus after a relatively sheltered and closeted (if frustratingly constrained) existence at home through the growing-up school years, they are at once overwhelmed by the freedom campus life brings them as well as assailed by a whole new set of doubts and anxieties which are to do with their newly-forming/transforming identities as adults and their new and budding relationships and friendships. Life in hostel rooms, in cafes and canteens, on the metro and the roads, is far bigger and more real than the life contained within their textbooks. At those moments, however, when classroom discussions speak to their lives outside of it, and when their personal and political confusions are one with their intellectual engagements, those are potentially transformative moments, and moments that we can wrench into making a difference. That is the hope I still hold out, even as I recognise how difficult everyday negotiations of sexualities are for each of us in different ways.

We had an unprecedented turnout of students at our conference on gender, sexualities and multiple modernities at Delhi University last week, right through the three days, right through till 6 and 7 pm when we ended each day. This month, the St Stephen’s College Literary Society is organising their annual festival with ‘the Body’ as its theme; students of the university’s Political Science department are trying to put together a day of films and discussions around queer issues. There is a new Facebook group called Quest-Prayatna which has been trying to link campuses around the country on queer debates and posts. In fact, Facebook has sprung some spectacular campaigns for feminist and queer rights, including the Pink Chaddi and the protest against the sacking – and subsequent suicide – of Professor Siras by Aligarh Muslim University when it was discovered that he was gay.

The debates are alive and kicking up dust on campus, and there appears to be a tentative, provisional dialogue erupting, finally, between the classroom and the plazas and streets on which rainbow banners are held aloft once a year on Gay Pride Day. There is an awareness that feminism is vitally linked to queer debates, and it is often the point at which the isolation of the gay/lesbian is breached in the classroom and outside. There is also a gleam of awareness that one must begin to think queer, whether one is queer or not – where queer translates into an inclusive space in which all cohabit, in empathy as much as in combat. Surely something must come of this traffic?

Brinda Bose is Associate Professor, Department of English, University of Delhi.