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Excerpt from the introduction: "Exposures"
Cary Wolfe
In his novel Disgrace, J.M. Coetzee tells the story of David Lurie, a literature professor in South Africa whose career comes to an abrupt end after he has an affair with a female undergraduate and is charged with sexual harassment. Lurie moves to the country, where his daughter Lucy has a small farm, and begins volunteering at the local animal shelter, where he assists in euthanizing the scores of animals, mainly dogs, for whom no homes can be found. Lurie has never thought of himself as “a sentimentalist,” as he puts it, and he takes to the work reluctantly. But then, gradually, he becomes absorbed in it. “He had thought he would get used to it,” Coetzee writes. “But that is not what happens. The more killings he assists in, the more jittery he gets.” Then, one Sunday night as he is driving back from the clinic, it hits him; “he actually has to stop at the roadside to recover himself. Tears flow down his face that he cannot stop; his hands shake. He does not understand what is happening to him.” For reasons he doesn’t understand, “his whole being is gripped by what happens in the [surgical] theatre” (143).
This moment in Coetzee’s emotionally and politically complex novel is a kind of amplification of a passage from his contemporaneous work, The Lives of Animals, which serves as a touchstone in the essays that follow. In The Lives of Animals, the main character, novelist Elizabeth Costello, is haunted— “wounded,” to use a figure that Cora Diamond highlights in “The Difficulty of Reality and the Difficulty of Philosophy”—by how we treat nonhuman animals in practices such as factory farming, a systemized and mechanized killing that she compares (to the consternation of some) in its scale and its violence to the Holocaust of the Jews during the Second World War. At a dinner after one of her invited public lectures, she is asked by the president of the university whether her vegetarianism “comes out of moral conviction,” and she responds, against the expectations of her hosts, “No, I don’t think so. . . . It comes out of a desire to save my soul.” And when the university administrator politely replies, “Well, I have a great respect for it,” she retorts impatiently, “I’m wearing leather shoes. I’m carrying a leather purse. I wouldn’t have overmuch respect if I were you.”
What haunts Costello here, and what suddenly shakes David Lurie to his very soles as he is driving home that night, is the sheer weight and gravity of what has become one of the central ethical issues of our time: our moral responsibilities toward nonhuman animals. But both moments in Coetzee’s work insist on something else, too, something that also, in a different way, unsettles the very foundations of what we call “the human,” and in so doing reveals the characterization I just offered (of our responsibilities to animals as an “ethical issue”) to be a kind of evasion of a problem that is not so easily disposed of. For both moments acknowledge a second kind of “unspeakability”: not only the unspeakability of how we treat animals in practices such as factory farming but also the unspeakability of the limits of our own thinking in confronting such a reality—the trauma, as Diamond puts it, of “experiences in which we take something in reality to be resistant to our thinking it, or possibly to be painful in its inexplicability” (“The Difficulty of Reality,” 45–46).
Writ large, in the terms of the (post-)Enlightenment philosophical tradition, this is often referred to as the problem of philosophical “skepticism,” and part of what Diamond is interested in pressuring here is the extent to which the two questions that anchor this volume (philosophical skepticism and its consequences for ethics, and the question of our moral responsibilities to nonhuman animals) are and are not versions of the same question. This is not to say that the papers collected here agree on this point; on the contrary, it seems to me that we find three rather different views on this matter—a situation that is brought into particularly sharp focus in John McDowell’s response to both Cavell and Diamond and the extent to which Cavell’s essay does justice to his own insights in this matter. For his part, Cavell has explored the question of skepticism with remarkable nuance and range over the past forty and more years. Working through figures as diverse as Kant, Descartes, Emerson, Wittgenstein, Austin, and Heidegger (among others), Cavell has plumbed the consequences of what it means to do philosophy in the wake of what he calls the Kantian “settlement” with skepticism. As he characterizes it in In Quest of the Ordinary, “To settle with skepticism . . . to assure us that we do know the existence of the world, or rather, that what we understand as knowledge is of the world, the price Kant asks us to pay is to cede any claim to know the thing in itself, to grant human knowledge is not of things as they are in themselves. You don’t—do you?— have to be a romantic to feel sometimes about that settlement: Thanks for nothing.”3 But if, on Cavell’s reading of Kant, “reason proves its power to itself, over itself” (30) by logically deriving the difference between the world of mere appearances (phenomena) that we can know and the world of the Ding an sich (noumena), which our knowledge never touches, then we find ourselves in a position that is not just odd but in fact profoundly unsettling, for philosophy in a fundamental sense then fails precisely insofar as it succeeds. We gain knowledge, but only to lose the world.
The question in the wake of skepticism thus becomes: What can it mean to (continue to) do philosophy after philosophy has become, in a certain sense, impossible? One thing it does not mean (if we believe the essays collected here) is that such “resistance” of the world (“the difficulty of reality,” to use the phrase Diamond borrows from novelist John Updike) could be dissolved or overcome by ever-more ingenious or accomplished propositional arguments, ever-more refined philosophical concepts. Indeed, to think that it can—to mistake “the difficulty of philosophy” for the “difficulty of reality” (as Diamond suggests is the case with the philosophical “Reflections” published at the end of The Lives of Animals)—is to indulge in a “deflection” (to use Cavell’s term) of a reality that impinges upon us—“befalls” us, as Wittgenstein once put it—in ways not masterable by the crafting of analytical arguments. (This is why, Diamond suggests, Elizabeth Costello does not offer an argument in defense of her vegetarianism, and it is also why Costello is quick to point to the inconsistency of her own practices with regard to animal products.) It is that impingement, that “pressure” of reality, that overtakes David Lurie on the drive back from the clinic. He literally does not know what is happening to him; he has no reasons for it and cannot explain it. And yet it is the most real thing in the world.
These fundamental challenges for (and to) philosophy are sounded by Cavell in his reading of the philosopher most important to him, Ralph Waldo Emerson, who writes in his most important essay, “Experience”: “I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.” For Cavell, this moment registers the confrontation with skepticism, certainly, but it also voices an understanding of how philosophy must change in the wake of that confrontation. For the “unhandsome” here names not just the Kantian Ding an sich but also, Cavell writes, “what happens when we seek to deny the stand-offishness of objects by clutching at them; which is to say, when we conceive thinking, say the application of concepts in judgments, as grasping something.” When we engage in that sort of “deflection,” we only deepen the abyss—“when we clutch hardest”—between our thinking and the world that we want to understand. The opposite of clutching, on the other hand—what Cavell will call “the most handsome part of our condition”—is facing the fact that “the demand for unity in our judgments, that our deployment of concepts, is not the expression of the conditionedness or limitations of our humanness but of the human effort to escape our humanness” (This New, 86–87).
We may think that we have left the question of our relation to nonhuman animals behind at this juncture, but as both Cavell and Jacques Derrida remind us in their readings of Heidegger, the figure of the hand in relation to thought and to species difference is a linchpin of philosophical humanism. As Cavell points out, harbored in Heidegger’s famous contention that “thinking is a handicraft” is the “fantasy of the apposable [sic] thumb” that separates the human from the animal not just anthropologically but also ontologically.5 As Heidegger writes, in a moment emphasized by Derrida: “Apes, for example, have organs that can grasp, but they have no hand,” for their being is subordinated to utility rather than devoted to thought and the reflection on things “as such,” which is possible for only for beings who possess language.6 Thus, the opposite of the “clutching” or “grasping” that will find its apotheosis for Heidegger in the world domination of technology is a thinking that is instead a kind of “reception” or welcoming (Cavell, Conditions, 39). Or as Derrida puts it, “If there is a thought of the hand or a hand of thought, as Heidegger gives us to think, it is not of the order of conceptual grasping. Rather this thought of the hand belongs to the essence of the gift, of a giving that would give, if this is possible, without taking hold of anything” (“Geschlecht II,” 173). And thus Heidegger’s insistence, as Cavell reminds us, on “the derivation of the word thinking from a root for thanking,” as if “giving thanks for the gift of thinking” (Conditions, 39).
Philosophy can therefore no longer be seen as mastery, as a kind of clutching or grasping via analytical categories and concepts, which seemed, for Heidegger, “a kind of sublimized violence” (Conditions, 39). Rather, the duty of thinking is not to “deflect” but to receive and even suffer (remember Costello’s woundedness) what Cavell calls our “exposure” to the world. That Diamond is much attracted to this term is clear not just because she begins her essay with a reading of a poem about a photograph but also because it underscores an important connection between the exposure of our concepts to the confrontation with skepticism and the physical exposure to vulnerability and mortality that we suffer because we, like animals, are embodied beings. As Diamond puts it in a key moment in her essay, unpacking her sense of Costello’s startling assertion that “I know what it is like to be a corpse”:
The awareness we each have of being a living body, being “alive to the world”, carries with it exposure to the bodily sense of vulnerability to death, sheer animal vulnerability, the vulnerability we share with them. This vulnerability is capable of panicking us. To be able to acknowledge it at all, let alone as shared, is wounding; but acknowledging it as shared with other animals, in the presence of what we do to them, is capable not only of panicking one but also of isolating one, as Elizabeth Costello is isolated. Is there any difficulty in seeing why we should not prefer to return to moral debate, in which the livingness and death of animals enter as facts that we treat as relevant in this or that way, not as presences that may unseat our reason? (“The Difficulty of Reality,” 74)
if we appeal to people to prevent suffering, and we, in our appeal, try to obliterate the distinction between human beings and animals and just get people to speak or think of “different species of animals,” there is no footing left from which to tell us what we ought to do. . . . The moral expectations of other human beings demand something of me as other than an animal; and we do something like imaginatively read into animals something like such expectations when we think of vegetarianism as enabling us to meet a cow’s eyes. There is nothing wrong with that; there is something wrong with trying to keep that response and destroy its foundation.