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The Individual ‘We’ Narrator

Mattia Gallotti and Raphael Lyne, ‘The Individual “We” Narrator’, British Journal of Aesthetics, https://doi.org/10.1093/aesthj/ayy051

This essay sneaked out, without me quite realising, last month. It’s about what is evoked when a story is narrated by a ‘we’, and how this relates to work in psychology and philosophy wondering about what it might mean to say we can think ‘as as we’. This has been a topic on the blog from Day 1 — this post refers to Mattia’s work and made him get in touch — and has reappeared a few times since. It’s very pleasing to see it take shape like this.
      The full-circle-ness of this return-to-the-beginning is striking me a bit poignantly as I have not had the time to keep on top of the blog recently. It kept going for five years without becoming a struggle, but at the moment there never seems to be the right moment to think or write in this form. I’ve already said something like this, a few months ago, and it serves little purpose to re-announce a re-pausing, but it makes me feel like I am touching base with my blog-self, at least.

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Disgust and Morals: The Ginger Factor

J.L. Tracy, C.M. Steckler, and G. Heltzel, ‘The Physiological Basis of Psychological Disgust and Moral Judgments’, Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 116 (2018), 15-32.

A brief interlude amid posts on the subjective experience of remembering (posts marked ‘SER‘).

Now, this is something. I have written before here, and in an essay with Emma Firestone, about a link between morality and disgust. Some experimental findings suggest that feeling disgusted makes us morally harsh, whereas feeling clean makes us morally lenient. There are sceptics, and even the proponents acknowledge that there are subtleties to be unravelled, but this arresting finding is hanging in there — and in this article, it’s taken to a new place altogether. So… ginger is an anti-emetic, it stops us vomiting. So… if we take ginger, then are we less disgusted by, say, unpleasant interactions with bodily fluids? Apparently yes. So… if we take ginger, then are we less morally harsh? Apparently yes (though only in relation to ‘the purity moral foundation’ — this doesn’t apply to every aspect of morality). And that’s the drift of Tracy et al. I’m generally very interested in the way that higher functions like moral judgment interact with basic physical responses, and I am specifically interested because in that essay Emma and I wondered about how patterns of gross physical metaphor in some of Shakespeare’s plays might relate to their complex and awkward moral textures. So I am just taking note here of an argument about our morals and our bodies that takes a bold, strange, striking step.

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‘Methought I Was’ [SER 3]

Time for the third in the ‘Subjective Experience of Remembering’ series (SER as in the title), and the last about A Midsummer Night’s Dream — it keeps on giving, but there are worlds elsewhere. In the previous posts I was interested in the way that memories seemed particularly vivid, and also whether fairy memories seemed in any way special. I think it’s more in the perceptions and attitudes than in the remembering that we see the specificities of fairy cognition in Shakespeare. This time the rememberer is not a fairy, but someone who has had a close encounter with the fairy world. This is Bottom the Weaver, waking up from something that seems like a dream, his time as the lover of Titania.
      As before, I’ll keep the intro minimal but I’ll try to put a bit of detail into commentary. Hover your mouse (or equivalent) over the highlighted phrases, and if the splendid Tippy plug-in is doing its work, then more words will appear. Next time: probably, Hamlet. But before I launch into this, I should say that the overall point here is that if we’re looking for the subjective experience of intense memories in literature, this might not manifest itself in detailed description. It might be that it is made evident in the effects on the person remembering, which are described or made evident somehow, and from which we can infer things about what’s going on unseen. In this case, it may be that things are all a blur for him, but I prefer to think that there are some things coming to mind that are piercingly clear, but very hard to believe.

When my comes, call me, and I will answer: my next is, ‘Most fair Pyramus.’ Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God’s my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare . I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was–there is no man can tell what. ,–but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, , his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom’s Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke: peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death.

Bottom wakes up and picks up more or less where he left, in the middle of a play rehearsal. He announces himself ready, and back, perhaps covering up for his uncertainty as to what’s really going on.
The default sensory framework for a vivid memory is, as usual, visual. As his attempt to describe what he seems to be remembering, the mixture of senses is telling. There is more than just sight at stake.
The things he has been part of (having an ass’s head, being welcomed into the court of the Queen of Fairies, being her lover in some way or other) are so extraordinary that he cannot consciously, or at least vocally, acknowledge them.
An example of the brilliant scrambling of sense with which Shakespeare conveys… something. Perhaps just Bottom’s witty way of capturing something unbelievable. Or perhaps something like a sensory overload, components flooding back as more than just visual scenes, is being dealt with here. I think Bottom is rather charmingly discreet about the whole thing — he never ends up singing the ballad he promises, and maybe decides, on behalf of all concerned, to keep whatever it is he recalls, to himself.
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‘I Might See’ [SER 2]

This is the second in a series started in my previous, labelled SER 1 (it stands for Subjective Experience of Remembering). I am trying to gather a set of interesting passages that offer insights and provocations on the topic of memory, and specifically what it feels like to remember things. As in the first, I am interested here in what makes things vivid, and also in the ways that Shakespeare depicts the special ways that fairies seem to think. So it’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream again, and here it’s Oberon telling — to some extent, reminding — Puck about how the ‘love-in-idleness’ herb came to be, and where it is. On to the passage we go, you can (I hope) move your mouse (or finger, or wand) over the highlighted bits to reveal whatever it is I have to observe.

OBERON
Thou rememberest
Since I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song
And shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid’s music.
PUCK
.
OBERON
That very time I saw, but ,
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm’d: a aim he took
At a fair vestal throned by the west,
And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts;
But I see young Cupid’s fiery shaft
Quench’d in the chaste beams of the watery moon,
And the imperial votaress passed on,
In .
Yet I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower; :
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

In the previous post I wondered whether intense memories needed to be single and specific, rather than repeating and generic. I still think they do not, but for what it’s worth, this is clearly fixed as a one-off. It’s interesting that Oberon uses Puck as some sort of vehicle here: rather than saying ‘I remember’, he passes it on.
I take it this is the imprecise use of ‘certain’, meaning ‘some or other’. However, the strangeness and enormity of the event suggests that the identity of the stars isn’t inconsequential, so ‘certain’ might suggest something sure and specific. I think maybe ‘certain’ is the kind of word that might capture something different about the ways fairies speak. Mortals have to observe a stark difference between casual and precise knowledge, but it may not be like that for the King of the Fairies.
This could be said in a number of different tones, but in general it’s clear that so far Puck remembers the occasion. Now Oberon goes on to outline aspects of the scene that Puck cannot have witnessed.
I take it this is because Oberon is a more powerful fairy, and has greater perceptual abilities. The possible importance of perspective in remembering was a feature of the previous post; here the uniqueness of that perspective is made quite clear.
As if to change our angle on the previous use of the word, now ‘certain’ means ‘sure and definite’. However, Cupid tends to be a bit casual in mythology; and the arrow misses. Perhaps again we’re in a fairy-ish world where precise and casual aren’t entire separate.
The modal verb ‘might’ is most straightforwardly an equivalent to ‘could’ here, denoting the ability to see. Perhaps it retains an element of a more uncertain sense — as if Oberon kind of could see, and kind of couldn’t. This attention to the experience of perception, rather than the thing perceived, might be part of what makes this a vivid representation of remembering.
The distracted thoughtfulness of the woman is an important aspect of the scene: perhaps her indifference to observation, and unawareness of what is at stake in the scene, bring a kind of richness to the scene. There she is, here the viewer is, the mismatch in their interaction might give the whole thing some edge.
More emphasis on the technicalities of Oberon’s perception.
This unprepossessing adjective doesn’t tell us anything very interesting about the flower, but it does tell us more about what it was like to witness the scene. Oberon’s supernatural vision can pick out a tiny object; the sense of focusing is perhaps more important than the
And… what was the function of the reminiscence? To inform Puck? There’s some exposition for the audience, which seems more necessary. I think it works quite well to think of it as a sort of spell — Oberon is preparing the magic of the flower as he describes its origins. And again, perhaps this is just how fairies talk to one another.
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‘We Have Laugh’d’ [SER 1]

It’s time to get started on a series of posts about the subjective experience of remembering. I have flagged this change of direction before, and noted that this interest of mine is shared by others, including my Cambridge colleague Jon Simons, whose Royal Institution lecture you can get to via this post, and Charles Fernyhough from Durham, whose book Pieces of Light got me thinking about this some years ago. I am going to mark each post in the series ‘SER’ (which stands for Subjective Experience of Remembering, nothing mysterious; I am your friend, remember) so that they can be linked up more easily by future readers.
      In these early posts I am just going to dive in to some moments where I think the SER is conveyed interestingly in literature. The idea is to build up a few thoughts and questions that might intersect with the emerging science and philosophy. It seems fairly uncontroversial to argue that writers might have some strategies for conveying this important part of human thinking. The plan is to offer minimal introductions but to use ‘rubover footnotes’ (i.e., highlighted bits in the passage below; you hover the mouse over them and they reveal a bit of explanatory text) to trace what I think is going on.
      I’m starting where I’m happy, going back to the fairies of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, where this blog more or less started, more than five years ago. You see, I am very intrigued by the thought that Shakespeare depicts specific patterns of thought and feeling in his fairies, who are in some ways so human, but in others so not. In the passage that follows, I think there are hints of this, perhaps in the way that fairy memory works, perhaps in the descriptions of fairy experience.
      I feel the need also to say that I think this passage is just wonderful, it’s really one of my favourite things Shakespeare ever wrote. Titania is explaining why she is so insistent on getting back the Changeling Boy from Oberon. She says that this is out of allegiance to the boy’s dead mother, and in making this case she reminisces about what they shared, and what interests me in particular is the way that this memory comes across as vivid, and also authentic. Vividness is a really interesting part of the experience of remembering: what makes some memories more vivid than others? There is a lot of food for thought on this topic in literature, since vividness is a big concern for writers (understatement).
      Authenticity-wise, you could, I suppose, make the case that this is a piece of rhetoric, a performance to win people over. You could, but if you’re going to doubt that Titania really means this, well, what’s the point in anything? Without further ado:

His mother was a votaress of my order:
And, in the Indian air, ,
hath she gossip’d by my side,
And sat with me on Neptune’s yellow sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood,
When we have to see the sails conceive
And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind;
Which she, with pretty and with gait
Following,–her womb then rich with my young squire,–
Would , and sail upon the land,
To , and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And I will not part with him.

One theme in my thinking about the vividness of memory so far is the contribution of different senses. We might think of intense memories, intuitively, as pictures, but it seems also that other senses may make crucial contributions.
This seems somewhat particular, in that the reminiscence is located in time — but see next comment…
Does a vivid memory have to relate to a specific and single event? Can one have a vivid memory of a more generic kind, recalling the sensations of multiple similar events? In this instance, it seems like Shakespeare thinks you can: and I agree.
At this point, the reason why this is a funny vision isn’t quite clear. It gets explained over the next few lines. But even after that, there is a sense that you had to be there. And something of that quality — something that doesn’t quite work in the re-telling, something that depends on you having experienced the event from one vantage point — may be part of how vividness works.
A lovely adjective, not easy to visualise, and yet intensely visual: perhaps we know that we can never quite see the votaress as Titania did, and so we get an estranging encounter with what then seems like an all the more vivid memory.
Finally, perhaps, the point of the pregnant friend / trading ships image is revealed. There is some doubt as to whether she is definitely pretending to be a ship for humorous ends, or whether this was just a conjunction of people and view and mood. It’s probably the former, but again, you had to be there.
In my thinking about fairy minds before, I have often paused on moments where it feels like we might be getting an idea of what makes fairies different. I think these ‘trifles’ might be something of that sort. With everyday eyes, fetching trifles may seem like nothing much, playful but trivial; but perhaps for Titania the fetching of trifles is serious work, because fairies have different priorities. We see something of this in the scenes involving Bottom, and maybe in the whole Changeling Boy episode.
The vividness of the reminiscence is reinforced — I think — by this emphatic claim. The repetition of ‘for her sake’, arising from the place of the boy in a story of friendship, is powerful — to be honest I never feel like Oberon has a leg to stand on. Except, perhaps, fairies do things differently; and, also, patriarchy…
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