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by William Rothman
Insofar as Stanley Cavell’s ambition, like Emerson’s, is ultimately to be known as
a writer, his prose is the measure of his philosophical achievement. My paper takes as a
starting point Cavell’s intuition, expressed at the Paris colloquium occasioned by the
publication of The World Viewed in French translation, that thinking about film had an
effect on his “ambitions for philosophical prose” and thus left “permanent marks” on the
way he writes. In particular, as he put it, the “necessity to become evocative in capturing
the moods of faces and motions and settings, in their double existence as transient and as
permanent, was, I believe, more than any other ambition I held, a basis of freedom from
the guarded rhythms of philosophy as I had inherited it.” The double existence – the
aspiration of all his philosophical writing, not only his writing about movies.
When I published my first books in the 1980s, academic film study in America
was in the grip of the doctrine that its legitimacy could only be established by the “higher
authority” the field called “theory.” Students were taught that to think seriously about
film they had to break their attachment to the movies that were meaningful to them.
Happily, the reign of theoretical systematizing over film study has ended. Yet it remains
the case that when students are initiated into the field, at least in America, the picture that
is presented to them of the history of film privileges writings, such as Laura Mulvey’s
“Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema,” that apply theoretical systems to films. Mostly,
these days, students are taught to do what the field calls “historiography,” not theory.
They are not given the tools to question the doctrines and prejudices, supposedly
legitimated on theoretical grounds, that have been, to American film study, like land
mines rendering the field so treacherous that few risked straying from what they were
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taught was the safest path. Mostly, those doctrines and prejudices have not been cleared
away, or dismantled. Thus, at least implicitly, they set restrictive agendas for the
“historiographical” research – I don’t know why “historical” isn’t a good enough word –
Stanley Cavell writes about film in more adventurous ways, of course -- ways far
more open and responsive to the ways films themselves think, and to our ways of
experiencing them.
the meaning, of a film that is worthy of our interest without finding words we can stand
behind, words that give voice to our experience even as they acknowledge the film’s own
idiosyncratic strategies, thematic concerns, and stylistic devices. I have in mind, for
example, the particular ways I use frame enlargements, and my particular reasons for
using them those ways. My first book, Hitchcock—The Murderous Gaze, was written at a
time when capturing a frame from a film was a labor-intensive operation. Nonetheless, I
felt motivated to incorporate over 600 frame enlargements into my accounts of five
Hitchcock films. In writing about Hitchcock’s films, I was moved to create a format that I
have made my own over the years. Each chapter takes the form of a “reading” that
follows one film from first shot to last. Such a reading can be thought of as an
interpretation or even a kind of performance of the film, in the sense that a pianist
performs or interprets a Beethoven sonata by making his or her own sense of the notes as
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written. In the readings that make up the book, description and interpretation cannot be
separated. As this suggests, what it is that is being “read” – described, interpreted – at any
given moment is what is taking place within the film (what the characters are doing, what
the camera is doing), but it is also my experience of that moment, how that moment
moves me. And when I am motivated, as I am throughout the book, not only to describe
and interpret moments but also to think through their implications, my thinking is at once
about the film and about my experience. It is also about film itself. And it is about what it
For myself, and for so many of the writers about film whose work I care about,
“double existence” – the transience and permanence – of the world on film has been a
basis of freedom from the guarded – no, stultifying -- rhythms of so much academic
writing about film. Thinking about Cavell’s prose has had an effect on my aspirations for
my own prose and has left permanent marks on the way I write.
“Excerpts from Memory,” which appeared in Critical Inquiry in 2006, is the first
installment of Cavell’s autobiography, Little Did I Know: Excerpts from Memory, which
is scheduled to be published by Stanford University Press this August. I love the book’s
title, by the way, with its graceful acknowledgment, at once playful and philosophically
serious, of the intimacy of the relationships, in his understanding, among philosophy (by
alluding to skepticism), music and movies (by its nod to “How Little We Know,” the
great Hoagy Carmichael song Lauren Bacall sings in To Have and Have Not, a film that
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My presentation today restricts its attention to the installment already published
in Critical Inquiry, which confirms – as does the entire book, of course -- that Cavell’s
fashioning prose that captures, in unguarded rhythms (and with perfect pitch) the “moods
of faces and motions and settings, in their double existence as transient and permanent.”
Since “memories of movies are strand over strand” with memories of his life, as the
opening sentence of The World Viewed’s Preface puts it, telling the story of his life calls
for precisely the same powers of evocation as writing about movies. In turn, it is Cavell’s
hope, and faith, that in writing his autobiography he will find that, to this date, the life he
“Excerpts from Memory” begins with this passage, which Cavell dates July 2,
2003:
And, I want to add, the autobiography these words are inaugurating, itself a “look
at what is going on inside the heart,” is a philosophical procedure, not without its own
“In a previous such period of awaiting surgery, a dozen years ago,” Cavell goes
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I had found that I resisted the efforts of a novel to attract me from my world; I
needed the absorption of labor rather than that of narrative. I discovered that
discovered in Paris and brought back a few months earlier, meaning to read it at
once (I was planning a set of three lectures, in the last of which the Debussy-
concentrated my attention.
This time, he is not inclined, as he puts it “to house my anxiety” – “house,” with
gain of reading, but rather by a departure in my writing.” The point of this “departure”—
another resonant word, of course -- is to begin learning whether he can write his way into
and through the anxiety by telling the story of his life. Cavell likes to think of philosophy
he describes as writing himself into and hopefully through his anxiety, he hopes to learn
something, to further his own education. What his anxiety is is part of what he hopes to
learn. The only way to test whether he can write his way into and through his anxiety by
telling the story of his life is by telling it. By writing his way into his anxiety, he hopes to
write his way through it – that is what catheterization is for, after all -- hopefully without
finding that more invasive procedures are necessary. As in all his writing, his hope, his
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Or is it the other way around—that I am using the mortal threat of the procedure,
and of what it may reveal, to justify my right to tell my story, in the way in which I
wish to tell it? What could this mean—my story is surely mine to tell or not to tell
according to my desire? But of course the story is not mine alone but eventually
Whose lives have been incorporated in his? Those who are to figure as characters
in the story he is telling (in this first installment, his mother and father above all). But
also all and sundry readers who may come to find themselves in his story – for a start, all
of us in this room, I would hope. Yet although this writer’s story is not his alone, it is his
alone to tell. But who is this “he”? This, too, he hopes to learn by telling his story.
Cavell observes that in recent years he had formed many times the intention to
compose a consecutive memoir that tells the story of his life. “There have been
autobiographical moments in my writing from the beginning of the first essays I still use,”
he writes, “and from the time of the book I called A Pitch of Philosophy I have sought
the autobiographical.” But he has “until now been unwilling, or uninterested,” he goes on,
“to tell a story that begins with my birth on the south side of Atlanta, Georgia…”
He still has no interest in telling the story of his life the way this
passage begins to chronicle it. For such a narrative strikes him “as leading
this life, in distinction from the singularity of all others, all headed in that
direction.” Rather, his interest in telling the story of his life is to see how
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avoided or embraced, strangers taken to heart or neglected, talents imposed
death. That, then, is what I have wanted authorization to speak of, which
includes the right to assume that something has been achieved on the paths
be.”
What has now given him the “authorization” he was wanting, or emboldened him
to begin without it? What has made him feel he has the right to assume that “something
has been achieved” on the paths he has taken, obscure to him as that achievement, as he
begins this story, may be – where the “something” he must assume he has achieved can
be seen as “recognizable efforts” to achieve his own death? The only way to test whether
the paths his life has taken do “mark out” for him such recognizable efforts is to learn, by
telling the story of his life, whether he can recognize such markers on those paths. And
what if he finds that he cannot? Is this, then, the anxiety he hopes to write himself into,
and through – the terrible possibility that he will discover no such markers, no such
4th,. “Trying to fall asleep last night,” the day’s entry begins, “I realized that if I had
wished to construct an autobiography in which to disperse the bulk of the terrible things I
know about myself and the shameful things I have seen in others, I would have tried
writing novels in which to disguise them.” Cavell’s aspiration in telling the story of his
life is not to “disperse” – the surgical metaphor surfaces again -- the monstrousness he
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knows in himself and the shameful things he has seen in others (both terrifyingly in
refuses some equitable balance – but what balance? -- between “forgetting and
or writer's autobiography, which, like Wordsworth's Prelude (quality aside), tells the
writer's story of the life out of which he came to be a (his kind of) writer.”
But Wordsworth showed that that story had to be told in poetry—or rather showed
that the telling of that story was the making of poetry (Emerson calls something of
something analogous to that work I would have to show that telling the accidental,
however minor or marginal or impure, which means to show that those days can be
Cavell is the kind of writer who hopes to achieve a freer, more open future by
writing himself into, and through, the anxiety that the paths his life has taken may have
brought him no closer to achieving his own death. To tell the story of the life out of
which he has come to be the kind writer he is, his autobiography has to evoke the
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insufficiently rebuked, love inadequately acknowledged.” “Anonymous,” because its
writer is testing his representativeness. And “posthumous” because, well, this writing
aspires to recognize, in the days it evokes, efforts to achieve his own death.)
And he must write his autobiography not in poetry but in prose, a kind of prose
that makes philosophy. (Not that philosophical prose cannot have its own kind of poetry.
“Every art, every worthwhile human enterprise, has its poetry” – what Cavell’s mother
would call its “secrets” – “ways of doing things that perfect the possibilities of the
enterprise itself, make it the one it is.”) To make philosophy, this writing must show that
it makes philosophy. It must show that his life’s “accidental, anonymous, in a sense
posthumous, days” can be written, in some sense are called to be written, philosophically.
And to show that it makes philosophy, it has to stake its claim to be philosophy. For it to
exist as philosophy, to have a further life in the world, is for this claim to be
acknowledged, accepted, where “acceptance does not mean that it is agreed with, only
that disagreement with it must claim for itself the standing of philosophy.”
“Wittgenstein, more to my mind than any philosopher of the century just past, has shown
that, or shown how it happens that, a certain strain of philosophy inescapably takes on
language, namely, that I speak philosophically for others when they recognize
what I say as what they would say, recognize that their language is mine, or put
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Thoreau, this turns out to mean that the philosopher entrusts himself or herself to
Wittgenstein and Austin may have shown that, and how it happens that, a certain
found it inescapable to write an autobiography, much less one that aspires to show that,
and how, the “accidental, anonymous, in a sense posthumous, days” of his life call for, are
called to, being written philosophically. As we have said, in telling the story of his life,
Cavell is testing his representativeness. And he is doing this, as he puts it, “from a
identities compacted in the writer’s existence to be incorporated in the story he tells, the
telling – the prose itself – must “discern” its own influences, its own sources. It’s not
enough for the writer simply to assert that he learned from his mother the importance of
posture, or that he inherited his father’s talent for improvisation as well as what his
mother calls his father’s “seriousness.” In “Excerpts from Memory,” Cavell’ writing, his
prose, must show the influences it discerns, must discern the influences it shows.
(Whenever my own writing precisely clinches an argument with crystalline logic – I wish
this happened more often -- I discern an inheritance from my own father. And whenever
my own writing makes me choke up or even brings a tear to my eye, I know this is a gift
from my mother, who loved to sing to me songs that begin with such lines as “She was a
Rabbi’s daughter” and end with words like “I wish that I could, was the man’s sad reply,
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The World Viewed opens with the wonderful sentences, “Memories of movies are
strand over strand with memories of my life. During the quarter of a century (roughly
from 1935 to 1960) in which going to the movies was a normal part of my week, it would
Having completed the pages that follow, I feel that I have been composing a kind of
conditions it has satisfied.” Because the writing of The World Viewed is prompted by
memories of movies which are strand over strand with memories of his life, hence
private, particular to him, Cavell finds himself feeling, upon completing the body of the
book, that he has written a kind of memoir. The World Viewed does not tell the story of
the period of his life in which he enjoyed what he calls a "natural relation" to movies.
That story escapes him. The memoir he feels he has composed is an account of the
conditions that were satisfied by movies and movie-going for all who enjoyed the relation
to movies he enjoyed. What broke his natural relation to movies? What was that relation,
Addressing these questions is the business of The World Viewed as a whole. In other
words, the book’s writing cannot be separated from what the writing is about. The World
Little Did I Know, the autobiography of which “Excerpts from Memory” is the
first installment, is a metaphysical memoir as well. But it does tell the story of its writer’s
life -- at least, of the period of his life that ends with the publication of The Claim of
Reason. Because The Claim of Reason declares, and proves, his existence as a writer, as
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his kind of writer, as the kind of writer he has been ever since, its publication brings to an
The World Viewed was motivated by a momentous event: the “breaking” of his
Will the project “Excerpts from Memory” inaugurated prove equally momentous
to Cavell as a writer? If so, will it be because of the further claims it stakes out? Or
commemorating, by taking thought?” Can we say, for example, that the writing of
“Excerpts” is motivated by the breaking of its writer’s “natural relation” to his own
memories, his own past, his own life? What could that mean?
Before he awakened to the realization that his natural relation to movies was
already broken, Cavell never intended to write a study of movies. The writing of The
World Viewed was never postponed. But in “Excerpts” he notes that in recent years he
had often had the intention writing his autobiography. The writing of The World Viewed
was never in the same way postponed. Why telling the story of his life will no longer be
In writing about movies, as we have said, Cavell recognized the need for prose
capable of evoking film’s ever-shifting “moods of faces and motions and settings” and
capable, at the same time, of capturing what remains fixed in the physiognomy of the
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world on film -- what in The World Viewed he calls the “reality of the unsayable,” the
“unmoving ground” that makes film capable of exhibiting the world. The double
became an aspiration of all his philosophical writing, not only his writing about movies.
But how could he begin to achieve this by telling the story of his life?
It was not a traumatic loss that caused him to stop postponing the telling of the
agreement” he made with himself – one that solved the problem, which had been
stopping him, of how to begin. What freed him “to press onward with my necessity to
find an account of myself without denying that I may be at a loss as to who it is or for
whom at any time, varying no doubt with varying times, I am writing,” was his decision --
or was it his coming accidentally upon the simple thought? – to begin entries of memories
present from or to any past, as memory serves and demands to be served.” Thus his
writing could regularly bring attention back to the fact that the most he could expect to
provide would be excerpts from a life—so that he could finesse the question of beginnings
further time for beginning, of inspiration or of opportunity, will present itself. It is this
“double time scheme,” in other words, that enables the writing of his autobiography to be
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In a climactic passage of Reading Cavell’s The World Viewed, Marian Keane and
St. Augustine stole a pear; lots of children have. Rousseau, like lots of
little boys, got a spanking with his pants down. For years, going to the
Americans. And for the writer of The World Viewed, as for most regular
moviegoers, the natural relation to movies has been broken. Why seems
movies massively in our lives, among all of us who have lost our "natural
philosophically about what movies are and what makes them important.
He is the one prompted to step forward to write this book, to take upon
himself the burden of its writing, to accept the necessity of the loss it
Again, who is this “he”? Whose lives have been incorporated in his life?
What identities are “compacted” in his identity as a writer? These are questions
The World Viewed postpones. “Excerpts from Memory” begins to address them
directly, opening its author’s life, his writing, to an interrogation that will no
knows odd moments at which it seems uncanny that one should find oneself just
here now, that one’s life should have come to this verge of time and place, that
one’s history should have unwound to this room, this road, this promontory. (This
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conference. This paper.) Movies bring home the knowledge, or self-knowledge,
that we exist in the condition of myth, that we do not require the gods to show that
our lives illustrate a story which escapes us; and it requires no major recognition
In telling the story of his life in a way that makes philosophy, Cavell hopes to
show that, and how, the “excerpts” – the days, the moments -- his prose evokes mark out
for him recognizable efforts to achieve his own death. He hopes to show that, and how,
these “excerpts”, told the way he wants to tell them, enable him to recognize -- however
partially, however belatedly -- the myth his life illustrates, a story that had escaped him –
the story of how his life should have come to this, to just these words, to telling just this
story. And he hopes to show that this is a story that is not his alone.
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