you cannot fight the peace of the
universe
If in Between the Acts the narration conspires with characterization
through the paradoxical dialectics of the vacillations in the tone, primarily
resulting from the inexplicable emergence of the nearly sublime out of the
pedestrian, in Aldous Huxley’s Point
Counter Point (1928), the effect is manifested as a result of an interplay
in question, only in a kind of reverse. Specifically, unlike the space provided
in Woolf’s novel so the narrative can breathe, engaging the reader in an akin
sort of activity, Huxley’s narrator is almost omnipresent. Each page, every
single sentence, syntagm, phrase, morpheme, phoneme is loaded with narrating
voices. All is noise in this novel of his. And yet, as the story is unfolding,
it turns out that not all is as noisy as it seems. In addition, it, at least,
is not all that noisy all the time. Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point:”’Why should triviality be so fascinating? Or
is there something else besides the triviality that draws one?’” (126).
What’s wondrous about the narrative
technique in question is, again, a strange interaction between the narration
and characterization. In the unwrapping of the storyline, it becomes apparent
that the impression of the overcrowded narrative comes from the role each
character has in that what comprises the novel. How those voices constitute the
narration is also the way the storytelling shift occurs in the most astonishing
of manners. Namely, not only do they participate in weaving the narrative
tissue, but the way they are constructed is, at the same time, how the story is
told. They, in a word, manage to take over the narrative. One might be prone to
claim that it is, consequently, a weakness of the storyline, but few things can
be more erroneous than such a statement, given the layered structure of
storytelling at large, as well as this one in particular.
First,
the seeming weakness could stem from the confusion of the notions such as
individuality and individualism, unity and uniformity, crowd and community,
noise / sound / music. Aldous Huxley, Point
Counter Point: “Each is always alone and separate and individual. ‘I am I,’
asserts the violin; ‘the world revolves around me.’ ‘Round me,’ calls the
cello. ‘Round me,’ the flute insists. And all are equally right and equally
wrong; and none of them will listen to the others” (23). Then, one realizes
that how the characters inhabit the world of Huxley’s novel is the way of making
the omniscient narrative voice humble itself in front of the individual
vernaculars of the novel-dwellers.
The
characters’ taking over the narration is a silent rebellion. Quite noisy at
that, one might say. So noisy at times that, being preoccupied with duties of
higher priority and greater significance, one seems not to be able to hear it.
Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point: “Diminished
and in fragments, the B minor Suite came floating up from the great hall to the
ears of the two men in the laboratory. They were too busy to realize that they
were hearing it” (30). The intricacy and
appeal of Huxley’s panoramic social portrayal of the birth of the new world
between two wars lies predominantly in the whatness of the story. From it, of
course, is borne the howness of the peculiarity with which alternating cycles
of noise and silence are being remixed.
If
in Between the Acts the characters
speak of fragments, see the world as a broken mirror image, talk in fragments,
feel like ones, Point Counter Point presents
to the readership the characters that can be perceived either as rudimentary,
atavistic, minimalist, reduced, or a combination of some of the features fused
to epitomize the clime of the world plagued by new values. In the onset of an
economic dictatorship, not unlike the system of values propagated nowadays as a
dominant cultural paradigm, these were more often than not defined in monetary
terms.
Coupled
with it, possibly in a mutually conditioned relationship, is a desperate
pursuit of amusement. Not unlike the exhaustion by superficial, forced forms of
entertainment known to the dwellers of modern day culture, the world portrayed
in Huxley’s novel is similarly hollow amid the plethora of ecstatic and
euphoric battlefields against boredom. Sites of fun. Dens of intoxication.
Streets covered with evaporations, saturated with torpor, conjuring
disenchantment as the sun rises and swipes the magic of the night (Point Counter Point 148).
When
the night climaxes in its decay that sees its early hours with first appearance
of dusk, noise of the sweaty, crowded amusement joints dissolve in the vapor of
boredom. One can only hear sad music of a failed attempt to conquer and shape
the totality of experience according to one’s perception of how changes in the
world and the notions such as individuality and communality inform one another.
The world has become a timespace offering to the inhabitants to emphasize
certain aspects of experience, while disregarding the others. The speed at and
with which societal relations are being redescribed echoes the progress with
which linguistic descriptions proliferate. It also reverberates with the
dynamics of the self-disintegration of bewilderment.
In the long aftermath of the
Enlightenment, modern babylon offers myriad ways to reaffirm the significance
of rationality. Or, so babylonian tower would want one to believe. Aldous
Huxley, Point Counter Point: “The
intellect’s been exalted as the spiritual upper classes; the spiritual lower
classes rebel’” (128). In a time of fluctuating, discursively conditioned
categories, one wonders how to articulate the rebellious classes in question.
The body for sure is part of the vocabulary. So might be the heart. But, how to
understand such an elusive constituent of the communication channel is an
enigma in its own right. In Virginia Woolf’s novel, it is now childless (Between the Acts 100-1), now broke (Between the Acts 113), then dry (Between the Acts 119), and again melting
(Between the Acts 130). It is
motherly (”for a mother must ask, if daughters she has” Between the Acts 169). Above all, it is human (Between the Acts 176).
To imagine how such unlikely
interlocutors negotiate a hierarchy within discursive games is not an easy
task. How they position themselves within a broader context of power relations is
perhaps most suggestively presented in the debate over the issues of burning
importance for the protagonists of Huxley’s novel: “’The only result of your
progress,’ he said, ‘will be that in a few generations there will be a real
revolution—a natural, cosmic revolution. You’re upsetting the equilibrium. And
in the end, nature will restore it’” (Point
Counter Point 58).
The advent of science enlightened the
world with a blessing that humans gradually started to misinterpret and assumed
the meaning of words that to a high extent confused them. Not only did the new
paradigm create a sense of omnipotence that some individuals wholeheartedly
accepted, but it also introduced a vocabulary of culture that enabled a
proliferation of vocabularies and discursively conditioned realities calling
for reconfiguring. Neither stigmatizing the paradigm per se nor divinizing it, one is rather prone to question how it reflected
in the realm where social relations were becoming increasingly dependent on and,
indeed, subjugated to the idea of progress not galvanizing, but rather
weakening the flourishing of human potentials. Huxley observes an instance of
such a perplexing situation:“They’re telling him that the laws of nature are
useful conventions of strictly human manufacture and that space and time and
mass themselves, the whole universe of Newton and his successors, are simply
our own invention” (Point Counter Point
153).
The
world became a mosaiclike image describable from diverse points of view. Each
description seemed to be equally valid and not lacking in competitiveness with
others. Such an arena, featuring numberless candidates for the privileged
discourse, mirrored the overarching sentiment of commodity culture. And yet,
none seemed to be sufficient to provide a comprehensible picture of how the
world spoke. Trying to decipher the versatility of the complexity in question,
humans tended to adopt what appeared to be the lexicon of correspondence
between their own and the ways the world was. Huxley portrays a segment of an
attempt to grasp kaleidoscopic cultural realities in the vocabulary they were
trying to impose on one:
’Because
the essence of the new way of looking is multiplicity. Multiplicity of eyes and
multiplicity of aspects seen. For instance, one person interprets events in
terms of bishops; another in terms of the price of flannel camisoles; another,
like that young lady from Gulmerg,’ he nodded after the retreating group,
‘thinks of it in terms of good times. And then there’s the biologist, the
chemist, the physicist, the historian. Each sees, professionally, a different
aspect of the event, a different layer of reality. What I want to do is to look
with all those eyes at once […]’. (Point
Counter Point 192)
Not
that there was no solid basis for thinking of an individual in terms of
multitudinousness, but the way it was perceived proved as somewhat misleading.
Its trickster character can be said to, in a way, have tricked itself into
believing in the imposition of multiplicity as the dominant expressive mode in
which valid statements can be uttered, revealing the vocabulary of the world,
matching the ways in which humans could navigate their ways through it. And
yet, within a bewildering cacophony, Huxley’s character seeks:“Where was the
self to which he could be loyal?” (Point
Counter Point 194).
For some, it was a
specific intellectual capacity that occupied the centrality of the endeavor:
The
essential character of the self consisted precisely in that liquid and undeformable
ubiquity; in that capacity to espouse all contours and yet remain unfixed in
any form; to take, and with an equal facility efface, impressions. To such
moulds as his spirit might from time to time occupy, to such hard and burning
obstacles as it might flow round, submerge, and, itself cold, penetrate to the
fiery heart of, no permanent loyalty was owing. The moulds were emptied as
easily as they had been filled, the obstacles were passed by. But the essential
liquidness that flowed where it would, the cool indifferent flux of
intellectual curiosity—that persisted and to that his loyalty was due. (Point
Counter Point 194)
For others, it might
be religion. There were those who chose to divest themselves from loyalty as
such. But, then, they found themselves inexplicably trapped within the liberty,
i.e., the characteristic they ascribe to such a state:
But
always, whatever he might do, he knew quite well in the secret depths of his
being that he wasn’t a Catholic, or a strenuous liver, or a mystic, or a noble
savage. And though he sometimes nostalgically wished he were one or other of
these beings, or all of them at once, he was always secretly glad to be none of
them and at liberty, even though his liberty was in a strange paradoxical way a
handicap and a confinement to his spirit” (Point
Counter Point 195).
Instead, some opted
for other choices: “She felt as though she were melting into that green and
golden tranquility, sinking and being absorbed into it, dissolving out of
separateness into union: stillness flowed into stillness, the silence without
became one with the silence within her” (Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point 355).
Just as uncritical reading of
social relations based on dominance-ridden polyphony can conjure a dissolution
of clear distinctions between sameness & difference, unity and uniformity,
individuality and individualism--to name a few—so can a belief in progress
without a critical distance from its aspect in which radical utilitarianism
paradoxically converges with self-referentiality may entail a misinterpretation of advanced technologies
in the service of creativity. Kenneth Goldsmith, Uncreative Writing:
Managing Language in the Digital Age (2011):
At first glance, armies of
refrigerators and dishwashers sending messages back and forth to servers might
not have much bearing on literature, but when viewed through the lens of
information management and uncreative writing--remember that those miles and
miles of code are actually alphanumeric language, the identical material Shakespeare
used--these machines are only steps away from being programmed for literary
production, writing a type of literature readable only by other bots. And, as a
result of networking with each other, their feedback mechanism will create an
ever-evolving, sophisticated literary discourse, one that will not only be
invisible to human eyes but bypass human altogether. (225)