Umberto Eco on Interpretation
Philosophy and Literature 16 (1992): 432-37.
Interpretation and Overinterpretation (Cambridge University Press, $39.95 hardbound, $11.95 paper) presents three lectures by Umberto Eco, with responses by Richard Rorty, Jonathan Culler, and Christine Brooke-Rose, a final rejoinder by Eco, and a general introduction by Stefan Collini. The occasion was the Clare Hall Tanner Lectures, and they apparently packed out one of the biggest auditoriums at Cambridge University in 1990. There was more debate, including Frank Kermode, Malcolm Bradbury, and David Lodge, than is included here, and one imagines it was an exciting occasion.
Eco begins be identifying what he calls the hermetic tradition in interpretation. The Caliph who ordered the burning of the Library at Alexandria, he says, did so because he knew the truth of the Koran, but its different with second-century hermeticism, which searches for a truth it does not know. Since the books in which it hopes to find the truth contradict each other, truth will be seen mysteriously to reveal itself in allusion and allegory. Secret knowledge, he says, is deep knowledge for the hermeticist: truth must be probed for beneath the surface of the text. The Heideggerian overtones are not lost on Eco: The gods speak (today we would say: the Being is speaking) through hieroglyphic and enigmatic messages. We have been living with knowledge since the beginning of time, but we have forgotten it.
The result of the hermetic outlook is that interpretation is indefinite, and that we must accept a never-ending drift or sliding of meaning. On the one hand all phenomena become linguistic, while on the other language itself loses its communicative ability. Every revelation yields to yet another secret, ad infinitum. There would be no final secret, it might be said, were it not for hermeticisms cousin, gnosticism, who much enjoys a good secret, or at least acts like there is one. This is a gnostic power play, familiar to Marxists (mentioned by Eco) and the deconstructionists (whom he politely ignores): whatever is mysterious (the dialectic of history, the myth of presence, you name it) and cloaked in jargon, must be very important, indeed essential. Best of all, only initiates can understand it.
Eco then summarizes the main tenets of contemporary hermeticism: infinite interconnections of an open-ended text/universe; no pre-existing meaning for language to grasp; being-in-the-world nothing more than our inability to find transcendental meaning; any text pretending to assert something univocal the work of a muddle-headed Demiurge; every line of text conceals another secret (suppressed, etc.) meaning; words dont say, they hide; the Real Reader is the one who understands that the secret of a text is its emptiness. Eco courteously calls this a caricature of radical reader-response theories, but it seems pretty accurate to me.
His counter-attack begins by asking if there isnt something out there someplace that might limit interpretation. He takes a 1641 text about an American Indian slave who is called upon to deliver a basket of thirty figs. After bending his interpretation and suggesting the sorts of complications on how this text might be construed, Eco concludes that there remains a final, un-get-aroundable, bedrock fact: the story says that there was once a basket of figs: No reader-oriented theory can avoid such a constraint. There is something a text that must be respected.
"Overinterpreting Texts, Ecos second lecture, starts off with a table of mnemonic devices, taken from a sixteenth-century self-help book on how to improve your memory. This turns out to give a convenient summary of the ways words and ideas can be similar to on another, or can more generally be connected to each other. Think hard enough about it, and anything can be connected to anything else an underlying principle of hermetic semiosis: from a certain point of view everything bears relationships of analogy, contiguity, and similarity to everything else. This is true of everyday thinking as well, but it is a mark of sanity to be able to distinguish relevant significant similarities from illusory ones. Obsessive, paranoiac interpretations founder with this very distinction they overestimate clues and coincidences. For hermeticism in the Renaissance signatures and analogies were clues to occult relationships, found, for instance, in the morphological resemblances and analogies that tie the shape of a flower (looks like testicles) to its medicinal properties (increases potency).
The insane searching out textual clues is exemplified for Eco by the Followers of the Veil, who in the nineteenth century read Dante so that every reference to erotic matters and to real people is to be interpreted as a coded invective against the Church. This obsession produced an enormous literature according to which Dante was a Freemason, Templar, or Rosicrucian, with screeds of textual evidence to prove it. Along the way Eco gives a brilliant little sketch of the hermeneutic circle as a kind of interpretive bet, although the contexts allow us to make this bet less uncertain than a bet on the red or the black of a roulette wheel. In Ecos version of the hermeneutic circle, the text seeks to produce a model reader, one entitled perhaps to infinite conjectures about the meanings of the text (in any event, this model reader is not limited to a single conjecture). The empirical reader you or I tries to figure out who this model reader is, and at the same time who the model author is who is responsible for this text: Thus, more than a parameter to use in order to validate the interpretation, the text is an object that the interpretation builds up in the course of the circular effort of validating itself on the basis of what it makes up as a result.
Ecos theme is that there are limits we place on any interpretation, though they arent found by trying to determine the intentions of a specific empirical author. He prefers to speak of a texts intention, or a model author that I am able to recognize in terms of textual strategy. Thus no deconstructionist reads with a sexual connotation a line of Wordsworth about a gay poet. To acknowledge this point means to interact with a cultural and social treasury, one which includes, presumably, the history of the English language and the changes it has undergone. Simple enough; the complexities are brought out in Ecos discussion of Foucaults Pendulum and readings that might be given to some ambiguous passages and elements. There is no special pleading, of course, just a fascinating discussion of interpretive problems from the standpoint of one dismissable empirical author.
Richard Rortys response is so very well honed; like Eco, hes been at this for a long time. He explains straight off that he had read Foucaults Pendulum as an anti-essentialist satire which made fun of the way scholars and scientists suppose they can peel away the surface of things to reveal a true, underlying nature. That he was wrong just shows hes right: having imagined that Eco had abandoned his search for the code of codes, hes like every other obsessive whose reading is just a reflection of his own preoccupations.
The idea that a text could really be about something, that it might tell us something deep about human nature, or the nature of anything whatsoever, is as bad as the Aristotelian idea that there is something which a substance really, intrinsically, is as opposed to what it only apparently or accidentally or relationally is. For Rorty, this is just more occultism, and if-as I think it ought-substance is defined as that which is capable of independent existence, it isnt surprising to see him allude to Aristotle at this point: Eco for his part does certainly regard the text as an independent entity, with its own intentions and integrity, and he insists on a distinction between interpreting texts and using them. Eco, it seems to Rorty, buys into all sorts of doubtful dualisms, including most importantly here the Kantian distinction between somethings having a value and having dignity. Its persons who have dignity, and within Ecos notion of criticism, texts are honorary persons, to be treated with respect rather than merely used. Rorty dismisses this as a pointless distinction, like so many of the others in the history of philosophy. Still, he offers one of his own: the distinction between using a text for your own purposes, and using it in order to change your purposes-using it to get what you want or to change what you want. The former produces methodical readings of texts, the latter inspired readings-readings of love (or hate) and passion.
Rortys general stance is sharpened by a little story he tells, his own march toward Enlightenment, The Pragmatists Progress, as he calls it. This semi-autobiographical narrative doesnt, naturally, describe the road to Enlightenment, but rather the meanderings that led him to his present pragmatism. (Theres no law against his referring to himself as a pragmatist, but lets not forget that John Dewey, on whose knee he sat-as a child, literally, I believe-would deeply object to a lot of what he says.) It begins when the Seeker after Enlightenment realizes that all the great dualisms of Western Philosophy can be dispensed with. Not synthesized or overcome, just forgotten. Early on the Seeker is attracted to Nietzsches view that truth and suchlike are just metaphors for dreams of total power. A later, more advanced state is reached when Thus Spake Zarathustra just induces giggles. The final stage comes when its realized that there was no development in this business at all, that the road to Enlightenment was nothing more than the contingent results of encounters with various books which happened to fall into ones hands. How, I wonder, does Rorty or anyone know when the final stage has been reached? How about: the really final stage is reached when the Seeker returns to J.S. Mill and nineteenth-century meliorism. Or, the absolutely final stage is reached when the Seeker becomes a Mormon.
Jonathan Culler doesnt take up that question, but he does have many insightful observations to make on all this, including a bracing attack on Ecos idea of overinterpretation. Ecos chosen examples of overinterpretation, Rosettis Rosicrucian version of Dante, for instance, are better described as underinterpretations failures to make sense of enough of the text, or to understand its relation to historical antecedents. Most surprising, however, is Cullers prickly ad hominem attack on Rorty. Culler says that he is bothered by people like Rorty (and Stanley Fish) who have through their careers engaged in academic debate, criticized their scholarly elders, gone through the motions of identifying error and difficulty and proposing alternatives. Having themselves achieved professional eminence, these American Pragmatists have then suddenly turned and rejected the idea of a system of procedures and body of knowledge where argument is possible and presented the field as simply a group of people reading books and trying to say interesting things about them. Culler is particularly scathing about Fish, who gained his lofty position in academia by inveighing against literary theorists who had been wrong. Once of the top of the heap, he turns around and, as Culler puts it, proclaims, Actually there isnt anything here one could be right or wrong about; there isnt such a thing as the nature of literature or reading; there are only groups of readers and critics with certain beliefs who do whatever it is they do. And there is no way in which other readers can challenge what I do because there is no position outside belief from which the validity of a set of beliefs could be adjudicated.
In remarking this, Culler is saying out loud what many people feel. But if, like me, you feel vaguely uncomfortable about Rorty commandeering pragmatist as a self-description, seeing Fish described as one here is offensive. If hes a pragmatist, then so is Thrasymachus. Maybe Rorty would allow even this, in that exasperatingly sweet, reasonable tone of his.
Christine Brooke-Rose provides an interesting contribution, on Salman Rushdie and palimsest history; its only defect is that it has nothing to do with the debate. Eco comes back in the end, however, with a spirited rejoinder. He applauds Rortys Interpretation of Foucaults Pendulum, saying that Rorty turns out to be an empirical reader to meet my requirements for the Model Reader I wanted to design. However, he goes on to say, Rorty did not read textuality in general, but read his very novel. The fact that he can recognize his novel in Rortys reading, despite their differences in interpretation, shows something that threatens Rortys position, not Ecos: A text remains as a parameter for his acceptable interpretations.
Attempting to speak as a reader, rather than author, Eco insists that Rorty has focused on the against-interpretation aspects of Foucaults Pendulum, while ignoring the anti-excess-interpretation elements. Eco doesnt insist he is right, but he does think that the text itself, and not just their desires to prove their positions correct, constrains their debate. Anyway, Eco notes that Rortys discussion of the novel is so full of excuses (I decided to read, The grid I impose on any book, etc.), that it betrays a sense that when he interpreted the book Rorty was well aware not only that other readings were possible, but that he knew which ones.
To deny that there is a Ding an sich, or to affirm that our knowledge is situational, holistic, and constructive, does not overturn the fact that when we speak we are speaking of something. Even if every property of a subject-matter is relational, those properties are no less real for that. Eco champions a conjectural criticism in which interpretations may not be final or decisive, but they can be rejected as bad or far-fetched. It is enough for him to recognize that it is not true that everything goes. This amounts for Eco to an essential fallibilism that involves the practice of checking interpretations against the consensus of an interpretive community (Popper and Gadamer both rate approving mentions). Not every interpretation of a text is pertinent-there are both impossible pertinences and crazy pertinences: The Titanic bumped into an iceberg and Freud lived in Berggasse, but such a pseudo-etymological analogy cannot justify a psychoanalytic explanation of the Titanic case. What a spoil-sport this Eco is. Isnt it fun to interpret texts in such an uninhibited manner-what Peirce calls the play of musement? Sometimes it is, Eco admits: If my purpose were only to live pleasurably, why not use texts as though there were mescalin and why not decide that Beauty is Fun, Fun Beauty, that is all Ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know?
Well, why not? Ecos answer is that marvelling and curiosity is the source of all knowledge: knowledge is a source of pleasure, and it is simply beautiful to discover why and how a given text can produce so many good interpretations.
Here, it seems to me, we stumble on another of those persistent dualisms Rorty prefers to forget about. Or maybe not. Its not a way of dividing reality, but of distinguishing the temperaments of philosophers. If anything marks the personality and writing of Umberto Eco, it is an insatiable curiosity, love, and sense of wonder about the world. Hes having a good time, to be sure, but good times arent the point. Its rather that the world itself in all its intractable, intricate, deliciously ambiguous, quotidian reality is to Eco so astonishingly rich. Its there on every page: this man is mad to know about things, not as a projection of his needs or wants, but as having their own intrinsic interest, indeed dignity. Kant was like that, come to think of it, and Aristotle too.
In contrast, the Rorty I find as model author of this text, taking his random walk through life, tossed this way and that depending on the books hes most recently come across, seems such a tepid character. He position is consummately worked out, but it seems so boringly inward-directed, with every book a mirror, instead of a window. Again, the insistence that this is pragmatism is off-putting to me precisely because Umberto Eco, in his ebullient thirst to know, seems so much more like John Dewey than Richard Rorty (or Stanley Fish, for heavens sake).
Maybe this reduces everything too easily to a question of psychological temperament, and inadvertently verifies Rortys suspicions about philosophical debates. But among the many values of this book is that it manages so well to record the encounter of two opposed positions in philosophy which involve, arguments aside, two opposed personalities. The courtesy the contributors show one another does not obstruct as it often does on public occasions an understanding of what keeps these thinkers apart. Interpretation and Overinterpretation is an excellent book, one of most valuable contributions to literary theory of recent years.
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