I spent spring break this year
in New Orleans and when I am in New Orleans I always find myself reading
Flannery O’Connor. I won’t bother to
explain. Anyway, since I have been
thinking about autonomy, I was struck by the author’s note to the second of
edition of her novel, Wise Blood. Here is most of that note:
Wise Blood was written by an author congenitally innocent of
theory, but one with certain preoccupations.
That belief in Christ is to some a matter of life and death has been a
stumbling block for readers who would prefer to think that it is a matter of no
great consequence. For them, Hazel Motes
integrity lies in his trying with such vigor to get rid of the ragged figure
who moves from tree to tree in the back of his mind. For the author Hazel’s integrity lies in his
not being able to. Does one’s integrity
ever lie in what he is not able to do? I
think that usually it does, for free will does not mean one will, but many
wills conflicting in one man. Freedom
cannot be conceived simply. It is a
mystery and one which a novel, even a comic novel, can only be asked to
deepen.
For “an author congenitally
innocent of theory”, O’Connor writes with astonishing clarity and penetration
about the presuppositions underlying
her fiction. Integrity is a term often
used loosely to mean a sense of moral rectitude, but its precise meaning
indicates that one is in possession of one’s self. It is the essential requirement for moral
responsibility. That integrity is more a
matter of what one cannot do that what one can is an insight that goes back at
least to Plato’s Gorgias. Self-government, the virtue focused on in
that dialogue, means that the self imposes limits the self. For that to be possible, the self cannot be
conceived simply; it must be sense as the integration of its various parts.
Thus “free will does not mean
one will, but many wills conflicting in one man.” That extraordinarily powerful line encloses
the peril of O’Connor’s century. The
greatest threat to human autonomy that the world has ever known came from those
who insisted on a singularity of will (do we need to add the triumph of the singular
will?). Genuine freedom indeed means
many wills in conflict whether in an assembly of persons or that assembly that constitutes
a natural person.
Her insistence on the element
of mystery implies, I suggest, that the capacity for freedom is ultimately
miraculous. She may be right about
that. Belonging as I do to the tribe of
philosophers, I am not entirely convinced.
But I do believe that this implication is vital for philosophy. The philosopher may try to explain and hence
demystify the human capacity for freedom of thought and action. Unless he takes seriously the possibility that
such freedom depends on the intervention of a creator God, his speculations
degenerate into mere dogma.
Flannery O'Connor, what a treasure she was! Her writings and thoughts still terrifically relevant, I'm sad that I only recently discovered her. I wear my Flannery's Hair shirt every chance I get: http://hirsutehistory.com/design/flannery_o_connor/
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