In Error there is truth
The universe includes everything right and wrong that can be said about it, so I always pay close attention to statements that are very, very wrong. You might learn something! So too, with nasty and critical comments on this blog. I have a thick skin.
I received a nasty one recently on my post deriding William F. Buckley:
Gessi Says: March 7, 2010
“But only a blockhead or someone uninterested in testing their ideas would be so confident that there is nothing more to know.” And yet the author of this blog is just as arrogant in his certainties as Buckley.
Well, maybe I spoke too harshly of the recently dead, but no matter. This jibe at my personality led me to other comments on the same post by a Libertarian Catholic blogger with whom I occasionally exchange views. He mentioned G.K. Chesterton a lot, a man I’ve never read, and one who came up in conversation recently. And that led me back to Chabrol, and to my lingering feeling that there was something very unsatisfying about his acclaimed film, Le boucher.
Cavemen among us
In an article by Dorian Bell, Cavemen among us*, the author connects Chabrol’s film to Zola’s novel, La bête humaine, and traces the idea that within modern “civilized” man, there lurks a primeval savage that sometimes finds its way to the surface. This idea is very much associated with Chabrol’s film in many treatments, and Chabrol himself is quoted in the Bell article as saying, “Je me suis demande´ si l’homme était toujours “cromagnonesque.” [I asked myself, if man is always cro-magnonesque.]
Bell does a very good job of dissecting the presence of this idea in the film: the images of flesh and meat, dialogue about butcheries, human and animal, the juxtaposition of the pre-historic cave drawings with the young children on an outing with their sophisticated teacher, etc. etc. Unlike most critics I’ve read, he actually hits the point that Hélène is complicit with Popaul in his murders, stating (my emphasis):
Popaul’s violence seems extreme in part because it was successfully consigned to the periphery for so long. Now it is back, borne by a returning colonial soldier whose crimes Hélène, the picture of purity, cannot bring herself to reveal. Remember that in the years leading up to Le Boucher, the state-sanctioned torture employed by France in the Algerian war had been met by many with similar silence. Complicity, like Freudian atavism, spares no one, and in the guilty figure of Hélène, Chabrol updates the thematics of atavism for the postcolonial era.
Typically, for an academic, he situates the discussion in the cross-currents of imperialism, Freudianism, and an arcane reading of la representation, but he is on to a lot of things here. Problem is, what if you reject Freudianism? What if you are not a Marxist? The article assumes that these points of view are beyond question, or at least that it is not interesting to question them. After all, how then would academics meet their quota of publications? Alas, I wonder if Chabrol questioned them when he made this film.
Underneath all this talk of atavism, primitivism, and savagery -walking through the cavemen’s haunts, Hélène asks her students on the outing, “What do we call a savage desire that has been civilized? An aspiration!” If this were an irony, I would like it more, but I think it represents a serious attempt to make sense of civilization by Chabrol. Why should we accept this? Freud’s very influential but very absurd book, Civilization and It’s Discontents was surely more popular in 1970 than it is now, even in France, and it proposes the idea that civilization prospers by repressing and sublimating the savage impulses of mankind. What is absurd is that the book was written by a man who remarked, “As a young man, I felt a strong attraction toward speculation and ruthlessly checked it.” Ah, well, maybe not quite well enough, because Civilization is little but an extended daydream.
So far as I can understand, his chief occupation in life was knocking his wife about, or treating women in general with what is, I believe, known in the world of the film as ‘rough stuff.’ I have never happened to come upon the evidence for this idea; and I do not know on what primitive diaries or prehistoric divorce-reports it is founded. Nor, as I have explained elsewhere, have I ever been able to see the probability of it, even considered a priori. We are always told without any explanation or authority that primitive man waved a club and knocked the woman down before he carried her off.
We know a lot more about pre-historic man now than we did when he wrote, and this image of the caveman lives on mostly in cartoons and satire, even to the point where it has been recycled ironically as the Geico caveman who is insulted at the prejudice directed against him, but it lives on rather untouched among many intellectuals who are more interested in culture than the science of paleolithic archaeology. Chesterton is absolutely right – what reason do we have to think that the cavemen was a savage in temperament as well as in material circumstances? If one is committed to the Freudian view of civilization, it’s a no brainer, but what if civilization (culture) are, as someone somewhere said, simply things to make life easier? People haven’t changed that much – we just get better at making our lives run smoothly…most of the time. The myth of atavism is just a convenient intellectual crutch for those who would rather not think the hard questions of why we are as we are. Not so hard, after all, because we’ve always been as we are.
Does Chabrol know what a cro-magnon man was like? Does he care? Or has he simply used an idea in-the-air to make a taut thriller with an intellectual gloss that dazzles lots of his followers? Hélène’s student asks her on the outing, “What would Mr. cro-magnon do if he lived with us now?” She answers, “I don’t know, maybe he would die...” [Of course, how could he survive in this civilized hell-on-earth? Really, Popaul is barely making it as it is!] Ah, but the little girl says, “Too bad, I think he would be nice.” We are supposed to think that is childish and cute, but perhaps she understands more than her teacher.
In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, Darwinism and materialism were subject to so much polemical vulgarization, that the elegant refutations of them by G.K. Chesterton have no interest for me, an atheist. We’ve moved on, or at least I have, but his dissection of the caveman myth is wonderful. Similarly, Freud’s grand theories about sex, death, and culture, whether in his own words or those of his descendants like Herbert Marcuse, should be consigned to the realm of interesting literary ideas that have had too much influence. Nobody but scholars of French literature puts much effort into fathoming Zola’s reconfiguration of Darwin into Le Rougon Macquart cycle. We read the books for their literary value. Atavism, an idea for the dustbin, along with it’s twin fantasy, the noble savage.
*Dorian Bell – Cavemen among us: Geneaologies of atavism from Zola’s La bête humaine to Chabrol’s Le boucher. French Studies, Vol. LXII, No. 1, 39–52