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EUROPE: THE
MIRROR OF THE FUTURE
Ralph McInerny
The land mass of
Europe was there before the Roman Empire but it was the empire
that gave it a common language and law. And it was the imperial
structure that permitted the spread of Christianity through
those lands the conqueror regarded as barbarian. Condescension
of a linguistic sort, of course; these strange and wild people
did not speak Latin. But the contrast was not simply one
involving syntax and vocabulary; however bloody the conquest
was, there came in its wake that precarious benefit called the
pax Romana. In what Hegel would have thought to be the
Cunning of Reason in history, but which is better thought of as
Providence, the legions made possible the Christianizing of
Europe.
Hilaire Belloc’s
remark that Europe is the faith and the faith is Europe has
often been misinterpreted to mean that Christianity is a
regional affair. But Belloc was drawing attention to the fact
that the real unification of Europe took place under the aegis
of the cross. And what had been accomplished in Europe, spread
far and wide in the world. St. Paul’s proud claim, civis
Romanus sum, brought him to Rome in what few would have
regarded as a triumphal entry. The centuries of conflict, of
martyrdom, during which Christians gradually established
themselves as part of the res publica, began.
The apostate Edward
Gibbon, in his vast and tendentious account of the fall of the
Roman empire, points the finger of accusation at the Christians.
Augustine,
in his north African see, had confronted the same accusation in
The City of God. That great and sprawling work, a tale of
two cities, draws attention to the creative tension that would
define the future of Europe. With Constantine, with the
conversion of barbarian kings, and the eventual Holy Roman
Empire, that tension may seem to be resolved, but it remained.
As the 13th century turned into the 14th,
Dante brooded over the matter and dreamt of two equal powers,
Pope and Emperor, each deriving his power from God. A failed
dream, of course. Plato saw man as the state writ small, and in
any Christian there is a constant combat between his baptized
and unbaptized selves, and so it was with Europe.
In our
chronological chauvinism, we tend to see modernity as beginning
in 1789, and so no doubt it did. The proposed overthrow of
prince and priest, the shallow attitude of Kant’s What is
Enlightenmen?, made it clear that the future of Europe would
involve a debased and secularized form of Christianity.
The feisty prophets
of the Enlightenment invite us to consider the contrast between
what was predicted and what in fact ensued. And this in turn
leads me to consider those great prophetic works of the 20th
century which foretold our times, sometimes with eerie
presecience.
In mid-century,
there were two novels whch attempted to peer into a future which
has become our present. Aldous Huxley published Brave New
World, and then there was George Orwell’s 1984. A
common mark of these magnificent stories is that their critiques
are based on secular, humanistic principles. This is even more
painfully apparent in Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 (the
temperature at which paper burns).
Huxley foresaw the dehumanizing that would result from
technology put to the Promethean purposes of man. Babies would
be fashioned in laboratories, produced in graded levels, from
delta to alpha, programmed for certain tasks in society. Sex
becomes merely hedonistic recreation, love and fidelity not even
faded memories. Huxley contrasts the denizens of this supposed
rational paradise with an enclave of ordinary human, subject to
age and illness, pregnancy and birth, and lingering death. In
the brave new world, there is a more or less perpetual youth, an
absence of illness and, eventually, euthanasia. The hero of the
novel visits the enclosure of ordinary humans and there awakens
in him a sense of life to which he is strangely drawn. Orwell’s
future world is one of totalitarianism, of the great Leviathan
obliterating individuality and privacy. It is a powerful
depiction of totalitarianism. Absent from both novelistic
glimpses into the future is anything remotely like religion and
a transcendent goal for men.
More theologically
satisfying looks into the future are provided by Vladimir
Soloviev’s Antichrist and Robert Hugh Benson’s Lord of
the World, both early twentieth century works. Both novels
end in Armageddon and their accounts of the future City of Man
are suffused with significance because of the interpretative
presence in them of the City of God.
Pope Benedict XVI
has pointed out the oddity of trying to understand Europe
without paying attention to its Christian roots. Is that obvious
reminder a feature of the growing shelf of books dedicated to
the demise of Europe? Of course it is, but in strikingly
different ways. The demographics of the old continent when added
to the increasing and pullulating Islamic presence there has
caused alarm in many, notably Bat Y’eor, with her accusation of
dhimmitude. Oriana Fallaci, who described herself as a Catholic
atheist, devoted a trilogy of books to sounding the alarm of the
Islamization of Europe, a process in which she sees complicity
on the part of European politicians.
But is a recognition of the theological stakes all it should be?
Let me suggest a
parallel. During recent decades there has been a strong and
largely successful campaign in colleges and universities to
displace what is called the Western Canon. The great works of
western literature make up that canon, works whose excellence
has been recognized over the centuries – Dante, Chaucer,
Shakespeare, Milton, etc. There have always been quarrels about
membership on the list -- T. S. Eliot spent a lot of effort
getting some authors onto it and others off.of it. Indeed, one
might say that the task of criticism lies precisely in
establishing and defending such a list of great books. The
recent attack has not been devoted to discussing whether, by
acknowledged criteria, certain books belong in the canon;
rather, the very question of criteria has been raised. The
criteria according to which the western canon has been
established are, we are told, reflections of male dominance and
chauvinism, class and economic assumptions, with the result that
the recommended books are part of a propaganda effort, however
unwitting, to preserve the perquisites of the ruling class. The
upshot is that any recommendation of books to be read has an
ideological basis.
This is a large
story but I hope to have given sufficient indication of the
quarrel in order to glance at one noble effort to come to the
defense of the books in the western canon. I am thinking of
Harold Bloom’s The Western Canoin, in which the
distnguished critic takes into account the accusations I have
suggested above and seeks to counter them. That a scholar who
has devoted his life to the study, interpretation and promotion,
not only of the classics of the western tradition but to a host
of other writings of less magnitude, should be angry and
bewildered to be surrounded in academe with colleagues whose aim
is to tear down the very framework of his life’s effort is
understandable enough, however insufficient as a defense.
We read Dante as we
read Shakespeare with the sense that we are gaining insight into
what it is to be a man. George Santayana called Dante a
philosophical poet, not because he fashioned arguments in the
way that philosophers do, but because the large question, what
does it all mean?, is answered by the worldview that is the
assumption of his work. A vision of the whole to which the
philosopher works laboriously by argument the poet simply
assumes and then works within it.
Now one of the
complaints against the works in the western canon – I think it
is the chief complaint – is the religious, Christian,
assumptions of the great authors. The secularized mind is
offended by reminders of the supernatural or even by the
assumption that some actions are unequivocally bad. This
suggests that any serious defense of the western canon must
begin with a defense of the fundamental assumptions of what have
long been regarded as the great artistic achievements of our
civilization. It is here that Harold Bloom disappoints. He comes
dangerously close to recommending the western canon on the basis
that he has spent a lifetime with it and personally likes the
works involved. In short, the whiff of subjectivism, of what
might be called literary emotivism.
A full appreciation
of western art entails a reasoned acceptance of its assumptions.
Philosophy and theology are inescapable or we will end with some
version of Oriana Fallaci’s Catholic atheism. A love of the
achievements of western art, more or less independently of its
philosophical and religious underpinnings, is not ignoble. But
it is woefully inadequate.
My point is not a
subtle one. It is, salva reverentia, what I take to be
Benedict XVI’s point. There are many reasonable and middle
distance approaches to the crisis we are in. But these have the
force they do because they are, however unwittingly, borrowing
from what is the only profound and adequate approach. One can
love and appreciate Dante for many reasons, good reasons, but is
it truly possible to occupy his world without occupying his
world, that is, by sharing his faith? For example, if the role
of the Blessed Virgin in the Commedia is seen as merely a
literary allegory, the full import of this humble maiden whom
Dante addressed mane e sera will be missed.
If 1789 is a
pivotal date for the west, 1879 is a yet more important one.
That was the year of Leo XIII’s Aeterni Patris which
directed us to that Christian philosophy which was formed over
the centuries but had been eclipsed since the Enlightenment with
devastating social and moral consequences. The malaise that Leo
addressed has deepened, but the remedy is the same. Hence John
Paul II’s Fides et Ratio. Hence too Benedict’s lecture at
Regensburg.
In order to defend the faith, we must first come to the defense
of reason. Without sound philosophy, theology is impossible. And
without both philosophy and theology, our art, our society,
ourselves, will sink deeper into difficulties.
In Boswell’s life of Dr. Samuel Johnson are to be found many
disparaging remarks about Gibbon, whom the great
lexicographer knew. For example, Gibbon is dismissed as that
“notorious infidel.” [Gibbon had converted to Catholicism,
then repudiated it.] James Boswell, Life of Johnson,
edited by R. W. Chapman and J. D. Fleeman. Oxford University
Press, 1980, p. 1038.
That the concept of Europe can be difficult to define is the
thesis of Remi Brague’s
Europe, la voie
romaine, now
in an English
translation by Samuel Lester as Eccentric Culture, A
Theory of Western Civilization, St. Augustine’s Press,
2002. For all that, we easily understand James Joyce’s
remark that Ireland is an afterthought of Europe. Perhaps
wishing that it were still true.
Anything in print is sacred in Bradbury’s novel and our
sympathies are invoked for the indiscriminate reverence for
the published word. The novel might be a brief in the
American Library Association’s case against ‘censorship’
when, for example, citizens object to pornography in the
public library. Bradbury seems not to have worried about
newsprint, but surely the world’s fireplaces would grow cold
if yesterday’s New York Times were not used to ignite the
kindling. One thinks of Cardinal Newman’s wonderful essay,
“The Tamworth Reading Room.”
Others find this forecast overstated. See Philip Jenkins,
God’s Continent: Christianity, Islam, and
Europe’s
Religious Crisis;
see too Richard
John Neuhaus’s “The Much Exaggerated Death of Europe,” in
First Things, May, 2007.
See now Jame V. Schall, S.J., The Regensburg Lecture,
St. Augustine’s Press, 2007.
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