Being Cultured: in defence of discrimination
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Angus Kennedy
Angus Kennedy is the world’s leading expert on chocolate and has been dubbed by the media as the “real life Willy Wonka.” Kennedy is the owner of Kennedy’s Confection, a chocolate review magazine his family has owned for forty years, and the founder of the World Chocolate Forum, the world’s largest chocolate industry conference. He’s been a guest on a variety of TV and radio programs, including BBC, ITV, Channel 4, Talk to Aljazeera (USA), and Bloomberg TV, and featured in a wealth of print and digital media, such as Huffington Post, the Telegraph, NBC News.com, and the Daily Mail. His most recent video about chocolate, on Business Insider, received 2.4 million views in twenty-four hours, setting a record high. Kennedy’s provocative assertion in 2011 that the world might be running out of chocolate received international media coverage and was a source of much concern by chocolate lovers around the world. He is a father of five and lives with his family in Kent, England. ALSO AVAILABLE FROM ANGUS KENNEDY The Kitchen Baby: Angus Kennedy, 9780957532908, Black Mansion, 01/23/2013.
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Being Cultured - Angus Kennedy
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Being Cultured
in defence of discrimination
Angus Kennedy
SOCIETAS
essays in political
& cultural criticism
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Copyright © Angus Kennedy, 2014
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Dedication
For my mother and my father,
Authors of my beginning.
Epigraph
What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell
(Art, if you like) whose individual sound
Insists I too am individual.
It speaks; I hear; others may hear as well.
--Philip Larkin
Reasons for Attendance
Civilization is not by any means an easy thing to attain to. There are only two ways by which man can reach it. One is by being cultured, the other by being corrupt.
--Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Acknowledgements
A number of friends have provided advice and assistance without which I could not have managed to conceive of this book, let alone write it. In particular I would like to thank Tim Black, Claire Fox, Jim Panton and Laura Susjin for their effort and patience in reading early drafts, and for all their insightful comments and opinions. The end result is immeasurably improved wherever I followed their suggestions.
I am grateful to Douglas Berrie and Martin Wynne for their indulgence of me over the years in too many things - not least the annual art tours - but especially in entertaining discussions about opera when perhaps they would have not.
Tiffany Jenkins, Dolan Cummings, Wendy Earle and everyone at the Institute of Ideas Arts & Society Forum have provided invaluable examples and ideas as well as a genuine space of freedom in which to try out my thoughts on culture at their expense. Professor Joe Friggieri for making me realise we can still talk of Beauty. Above all, and throughout, Claire Fox has been a Pole star, constant to all my twists and turns, my ups and downs, and, as such, naturally bears no responsibility for wherever I may have ended up.
The intellectual debt I owe to a certain tradition of thought I only have space to outline in thumbnail even though it is total: Cicero, Kant, Hegel, Marx, Sartre, Hannah Arendt, Christopher Lasch, Daniel Bell, and, more recently, Harold Bloom, Frank Furedi and Roger Scruton. Thanks too to Keith Sutherland and Jeff Scott for entertaining the original idea and everyone at Imprint Academic for making it real.
Thanks are not enough for Gae, whose insistent and trenchant refusal to be bluffed with philosophical verbiage and cavalier argumentation was one of my toughest obstacles, but whose daily encouragement proved my biggest support. If my text has become more readable as a result it is all down to her.
Finally, a special thank you to Claudia, whose entry into this world five years ago was the emergence of a perspective on my life that it very much wanted and in whose eyes I hope the existence of this essay is some small justification for all the time I have been reading in my study and not reading to you. I promise to make up for that and hope in the future you may write something for me.
A.E.K.
West Sussex, 2013.
Introduction
Culture plays a larger and larger part in our lives. Plays, exhibitions, films, books, experiences, performances and box sets: weekly culture listings groan under what is new, must-read, and have-to-see. Successive governments push culture as a fundamental part of education. Culture is instrumentalised in the pursuit of policy and social objectives. Arts organisations, cultural institutions and their mandarins work to increase access to audiences they see as excluded in some way. Culture seems to be everywhere and ever more important. There are more and more cultures on offer: African, Latin American, Chinese, Iranian, Australian... We might imagine ourselves living through a second Renaissance. And yet... we never seem to hear someone say they are cultured. The dominant idea of culture today is profoundly uncomfortable with the simple reality that one person might be more cultured than another. Let alone one culture better than the next: Western culture in particular. There is deep discomfort with the very idea of ‘high culture’ itself (high and low being seen as, at best, one these days, a cultural fusion). Even the attempt to argue that something might be better than something else is met with accusations of undeserved cultural authority, of an elitism that has somehow had its day: that smacks of an abuse of power and influence, resulting in the inevitable call to ‘check your privilege’. As a result, in the cultural sphere, we do not know whose authority - or whose opinion - is worthwhile. This lack of authority is often celebrated as the variety of multiculturalism and the spice of diversity. In this context, while culture may be ubiquitous, more accessible than ever before, it is, however, without heart or soul, weighed out by the pound, its spirit gone. Culture may be total but it is flat and shallow.
Being Cultured
‘Being’, ‘culture’, ‘discrimination’: each word demands many more books and far subtler thinkers than I. To that extent, this is a rash book. My original intention was to restrict it to a critique of the prevalent instrumentalist approach to the arts. How theatre, say, is increasingly treated as a means to an end (such as a feeling of wellbeing or civic enthusiasm in the audience). This process is well documented and has been widely discussed: the overt politicisation of arts funding under New Labour even provoked something of a backlash in the last decade.[1] Yet the attempt to weigh and measure, to make the arts wash their face, continues. The latest project by the UK’s Arts & Humanities Research Council, which promises to ‘define a framework for identifying and evaluating the different components of cultural value’, is just the most recent example of an ongoing trend to attempt the quantification of the unquantifiable: to confuse value with cost, goodness with benefit, and to retreat from idealism to crude pragmatism.[2] Against the demand that the arts justify themselves as being useful, I wanted to make an argument for the value of the arts in and of themselves - an intrinsic defence - and, at the same time, put forward an undoubtedly unpopular - and deliberately provocative - argument for cultural elitism. By which I mean an argument for standards: a defence of aesthetic judgements such as this is beautiful and, equally important, but often much harder, that is ugly.
Every time I tried to limit my scope in this way, however, I found that I was unhappy with just making an impassioned defence of art for art’s sake. I became increasingly uncomfortable with what can be a superficial formalism with no reference to the content of art. Art for art’s sake can, after all, sit comfortably with a relativist, post-modern, approach to the valuation of culture: it’s good because it’s art, or because it problematises the concept of art, or just because I like it, and that’s the end of argument. For me the heart of the issue is that we should try and become better at knowing and judging what is beautiful and what is not, what is good and what is not: what truth; and what lies. There is, I shall argue, a moral content to art: at least in the sense that aesthetic judgements - discriminating between what is beautiful and what is less so - are more than just a matter of saying what I like. They express the idea that you ought to like it too: because it is beautiful and true and, if my reason can apprehend that, then so should yours. Which is equally to express the belief that a world in which we were all better at discerning the beautiful would be a more reasonable world. Culture is not like science but expresses our accumulated knowledge of how humans should be and what that is like: it is a reflection to us of our own humanity; we are both the object and subject of art.
As a result I kept sliding into an exploration of the extent to which art can be said to be morally instrumental. Not in the sense of teaching lessons for living, but at least to the extent that the arts - in their production and reception - represent what Sartre, in his examination of how literature works, called a ‘gift of freedom... an appeal to freedom’.[3] I found that attempts to exercise one’s freedom to discriminate - even the very use of the phrase ‘good taste’ - are met with hostility and scorn: that discrimination is seen as a throwback to a less enlightened time. That what is valued is a culture that is total rather than discriminate: without limit or border, value or distinction. And I thought that something important had been lost: namely any wider social validation and support for the individual project of trying to be cultured. If anything today we look to acculturate the individual into society: to restrict, rather than enhance, his freedom. That may be an excuse for my intemperance with the terms of the discussion of culture today and, to the degree that comes across in this book, I do not apologise, though I do for my failure to resist the attempt to tackle the all-too-broad question of the totality of culture on the one hand and the possibilities still open to us in terms of the free, aesthetic, moral subject on the other.
The question that came to occupy me more and more was to what extent we can still rely on existing cultural institutions. There is never any turning back the clock, but could we stop the rot and usher in a cultural renaissance? Or are things - in a world of robot saints and X-Factor pop - just too far gone? In the face of the dissolution of culture into multi-culture and fashionable non-judgementalism, must we start to look to new ways to conserve our cultural tradition? In short, for example, can we hope to bring about a turn to beauty in the Arts Council England? Or, would we do better to close it down and let the arts run free? I’m still torn on that question: all I can hope to do here is lay clear the parameters of what is at stake. Finally, I should apologise too for the extent to which the polemical nature and length of this book - as well as my own limitations - have restricted me from developing much more than an assertion of, rather than a detailed argument for, my position on the theory and practice of a more positive approach to aesthetics.
Classical Beginnings
Virgil’s Georgics - at first sight a Roman agricultural manual in hexameter verse - ends with Orpheus the musician and poet who could once charm all living things with his music, now grief-stricken at losing his wife Eurydice: not once, but twice. As he leads her up, on the very threshold of the Underworld, desperate to see her face and overcome with passion, he breaks his promise not to look back: only to see her vanish forever. Orpheus wanders the world weeping, bereft, alone in the Thracian wilds, his music stripped of its ability to charm nature. At last he is torn limb from limb by ecstatic worshippers of Dionysus, the ravaging Bacchantes:
But even then that head, plucked from the marble-pale
Neck, and rolling down mid-stream on the river Hebrus -
That voice, that cold, cold tongue cried out ‘Eurydice!’
Cried ‘Poor Eurydice!’ as the soul of the singer fled,
And the banks of the river echoed, echoed ‘Eurydice!’[4]
Poetry, Virgil tells us, can resonate after death and human culture may improve on nature: make a river sing, make sculpture from marble, make a better world for us to live in. And for others. And for those that will come after us.
I thought Virgil was a good place to start not only because our culture owes so much to the Romans - although of course it does - but because I have begun to notice some cultural commentators express the view that, in the future, maybe no one will read Virgil anymore, or listen to Beethoven and, what is more, that we should be relaxed about it or welcome the change: we will have new traditions. I think it is an opinion born of an inability to defend or understand the value of culture: resulting in a feeling that it does not matter what might be lost. It is all relative after all and who is to say Virgil is a better poet than Maya Angelou? Or the rapper Plan B, for that matter.
The pressing question is not whether or not we will read Virgil in the future but why is it we still read him now? It is a question that Karl Marx posed in the Grundrisse: just why is it that the art of the Greeks and that of Shakespeare ‘still afford us artistic pleasure and that in a certain respect they count as a norm and as an unattainable model’?[5] Is there something objective about great culture that can explain why tastes are not historically specific? Marx’s answer was why ‘should not the historic childhood of humanity, its most beautiful unfolding, as a stage never to return, exercise an eternal charm?’ Why not indeed, but Marx’s difficulty was that he understood the flourishing of Greek art to be ‘bound up with certain forms of social development’ which were gone and never to return. But why then do we, at such a different level of social development, with such different economies, and politics, still enjoy Oedipus Rex and Twelfth Night? In what sense, furthermore, do we hold them up ‘as a norm and as an unattainable model’? Marx’s answer that still we find charm in childish naïveté and that our culture reproduces ‘its truth at a higher stage’ has never been particularly convincing.[6] Just what is a ‘higher stage’ of truth? Are some artistic truths more ‘truthy’ than others? Just what has reproduced the truth of Homer, or Shakespeare for that matter, at a higher stage? It is evidence of Marx’s questioning intellect that he saw the challenge that the apparently ahistorical nature of culture and the uniqueness of the Western cultural tradition posed to a materialist conception of historical progress, and testament to his honesty that he raised it at the end of his introduction to his great unfinished work on political economy.
American sociologist Daniel Bell’s The Cultural Contradictions of Capitalism gives an answer to Marx’s question by distinguishing the techno-economic and the cultural spheres. The former does indeed grow on a linear basis: its progress measured in the increased productivity of society and humanity’s growing independence from and mastery over nature. But culture - the activity of the leisure time afforded us by this productivity - is not a cumulative evolution but rather a:
ricorso to the primordial questions which confront all men in all times and places and which derive from the finiteness of the human condition and the tension generated by the aspiration, constantly, to reach beyond. These are the existential questions which confront all human beings in the consciousness of history: how one meets death, the nature of loyalty and obligation, the character of tragedy, the meaning of courage, and the redemptiveness of love or communion... The principle of culture is thus that of a constant returning - not in its forms, but in its concerns - to the essential modalities that derive from the finitude of human existence.[7]
And it is, Bell notes, unfashionably enough, religion that ‘relates man to something beyond himself’.[8]
It is our nature to lose what we love, and to die. Such is the human condition. But we also bear witness to our existence in the form of our culture: what we leave behind us - our legacy and gift to future generations. The strange truth is that while it is our nature to be mortal, yet there is nothing natural about culture. Here is a possible way to approach Marx’s insightful question. It is not that culture is an ahistorical and eternal set of answers to an innate human nature. Nor is it a transient superstructure determined by the socio-economic base at a given moment. Rather perhaps it is precisely because culture is historical, which is to say, not natural but man-made, that we value it. Maybe we value it as part of the evolving story of human history: a story in which we find ourselves the makers of that history. As Hegel knew, it is freedom that is the motor of history and it is freedom too - that measure by which man is not a creature of instinct but is self-reflective and self-determining - that underpins the story of culture. When Marx speaks of Greek culture as ‘the historic childhood of humanity, its most beautiful unfolding’, I read him as meaning that the beginning of the history of human freedom and of culture in the Western tradition is related to our narration of that story of human freedom.
And when freedom is threatened, as it is today in particular by those who see the individual as a threat to the security of society, we can do worse than put a hand back for a rope to grab: in times of crisis, as someone once said, we are well advised to look back to the ancients as a source of renewal.
Culture: now, then, and next
The book opens with an unavoidable attempt to define my terms and to examine reasons why it is important to hang on, insofar as we can, to a sense of culture as being something active and, secondly, as denoting something that our best selves should pursue: that is high culture as being, broadly, the arts; specifically, the music, dance, literature, drama, philosophy, painting, architecture and sculpture of the Western tradition. A tradition that I see as uniquely grounded in an understanding and exploration of human freedom and, to that extent, as being a universal tradition that, whatever the contingency of its birth, now belongs to us all.
The book is in two parts. The first sets out what I think is wrong with the way in which we tend to view culture today. Why is there such hostility to the exercise of discrimination today? Why has exercising the freedom to choose this and not that become evidence of intolerance, of an unacceptable level of judgementalism? Why are the arts increasingly obsessed with being relevant to our experience, determined to drag us through the ‘real’ at the expense of any idealism? I will set out the idea of a ‘total culture’ - increasingly the world in which we live - a term for what is left when nothing is left out, when the arts are measured by their inclusivity, not valued for their exclusivity. I take that point forward into the way in which we imagine the audiences for culture when culture is seen as inclusive: the way the public is mobilised as a stage-army argument for why all must have art; and examine the way in which culture is thought to have powerful positive effects on those that experience it and the use of such instrumental arguments to justify arts funding.
In the second part I try to make a positive case for making a project of culturing the self. While contemporary society may appear frozen in the here and now, in fear of the future and estranged from the past, out of touch with tradition, it remains the case that there is nothing natural about this situation. I look at the hardest argument: that there is nothing natural, nor objective, about culture. This was something that was long understood but it is an understanding very much under attack today: often in the name of evolutionary biology and psychology. Yet science can only take us so far: taking its leave precisely when we arrive at questions of meaning. I take that starting point - our subjectivity, our freedom to make sense of the world, our perspective - and argue that we could do worse today than try and refresh our memories as to how some great thinkers have understood our freedom to choose. How is it that we have understood judgement in the past? In conclusion I examine the relationship between the individual and society, the possibility of shared judgements, and the development of discriminating communities of taste: freedom to discriminate being the foundational possibility of society as such.
Throughout I have tried to resist a temptation which comes all too easily: one of nostalgia for a supposed ‘golden age’ of the arts - as if, once upon a time, the arts were free and so were we, basking in truth and beauty as revelations of our spiritual freedom. Such a time, as I am reminded in discussion on these topics all too often - usually by those who look to excuse the less than satisfactory state of culture today - never really existed. In the Renaissance, rulers like the Medicis had no restraint when it came to bending the arts to their will, and employing them to celebrate their power. Virgil enjoyed the patronage of the emperor Augustus. To a degree it has always been thus: the ideas that matter have always been the creation of the few, just as the arts have largely been enjoyed by social and intellectual elites. What matters, however, is whether or not those ideas, those works of art, are any good. If they are, then we should - and can - all pursue them. We are free to pursue culture: though it is true too that freedom has always been a struggle.
Finally, I have found, in the course of researching and writing this book, of dragging my family around the Sussex coast - and from the Guggenheim to the Santa Maria delle Grazie - that I have fallen a little bit more in love with this human world of ours: what we have made of it so far, what we have inherited and have a duty to conserve, and the prospects for what may be made tomorrow. I do not believe the arts necessarily have any positive effect on one: having them rammed down one’s throat will only reliably produce feelings of revulsion. I certainly do not believe we cannot live without them: millions have for thousands of years, and still do, and through choice at that. It is a mark of decadence to imagine that a fulfilling life must involve Proust and Prokofiev. I do however think it is possible to make oneself a little more civilised through making the attempt to be cultured. The impulse can only come from within but, when it does, it helps