In “The Beautiful and the Sublime Revisited,” Iris Murdoch is not using “Romanticism” to refer to the historical literary movement of Wordsworth, Novalis, or Shelley. She means something broader and more philosophical: a conception of the self in which consciousness becomes the source of value and meaning (as in Existentialism). Romanticism, for her, is the turn inward toward the will, imagination, authenticity, sincerity, self-expression, and the creative or autonomous ego. It is connected to the decline of the older Platonic and Christian picture in which truth and goodness are realities independent of the self, realities to which the self must conform to be what it is by nature.
Murdoch thinks modern philosophy after
the Enlightenment increasingly relocates value inside consciousness itself.
Instead of the soul looking outward toward the Good, modern thought turns
inward toward freedom, will, authenticity, or self-creation. The Romantic
artist becomes emblematic of this shift: the imagination no longer discovers
meaning in reality but projects meaning onto reality. Romanticism culminates in
the “heroic consciousness” of the modern self.
Thus she sees Hegel as Romantic. For
Murdoch, Hegel transforms reality itself into the unfolding self-development of
Spirit. Being becomes intelligible through a historical dialectic in which
consciousness progressively comes to itself. Reality is no longer something
wholly other which humbles the self. Rather, reality is increasingly understood
as mediated through the self-unfolding of mind or Spirit. She claims that this
dissolves the independent, resistant reality of persons and things. In Hegel,
contradiction and negation are aufgehoben — preserved and overcome within a
larger rational totality. But Murdoch fears that this “sublation” can morally
and spiritually endanger our sense of the irreducible particular individual.
The individual risks becoming meaningful only as a moment within a larger
historical process. As perhaps Christians think the lives of pre-Christian
pagans were only a stage in Providence. She thinks this tendency appears not
only in Hegel but throughout modern thought: the concrete individual person is
sacrificed to systems, movements, historical necessity, or grand narratives of
liberation.
This she connects to the distinction
between the beautiful and the sublime. The sublime, in her reading of
modernity, becomes associated with power, will, transcendence, self-assertion,
and the triumph of consciousness over contingency. The beautiful, by contrast,
involves loving attention to what is other than oneself. Beauty humbles and
decenters the ego. One does not create it; one attends to it. This is why
Murdoch is drawn toward Plato. For her, genuine moral life requires
“unselfing,” a patient attention to reality independent of our fantasies and
ambitions. She fears the moral metaphysics of the sovereign self. Romanticism,
in her sense, replaces contemplation with self-expression and replaces
transcendence of ego with enlargement of ego.
Thus she is suspicious of all philosophies
that turn history into a salvific drama. In Hegel, history itself becomes the
medium through which Spirit realizes freedom. Murdoch claims that such views
can justify the suffering of concrete individuals by absorbing them into an
allegedly rational historical whole. She thinks something morally essential
disappears when tragedy and evil are too easily integrated into a dialectical/historical
process.
I am inclined to object that Hegel does
not simply glorify the ego or subjective will; he is trying to overcome
isolated subjectivity by showing how freedom is realized through ethical life,
institutions, recognition, and participation in objective spirit i.e. reality,
which is meaningful. Hegel’s “Absolute” is not an inflated individual self but
something more like a reconciliation of subject and object, mind and world. But
Murdoch identifies what she sees as a spiritual tendency in modernity: the
gradual enthronement of consciousness, freedom, and will over reality,
goodness, and attention. Hegel becomes, for her, one of the greatest and most
sophisticated expressions of that tendency. She is focusing on the inflation of subjectivity
and the temptation to make consciousness itself the source of value. She fears
that certain modern philosophies replace attentive love of reality with
self-dramatizing visions of consciousness, will, creativity, authenticity, or
historical destiny. We are not in essence a moment in Spirit or an expression
of historical necessity; not a self-positing will or a creator of values. Morality
begins in just and loving attention to what is real and other than oneself.
For Murdoch, genuine morality often
involves a kind of unselfing, which is to say, a patient acknowledgment of the
independent reality of another person. And this is where she goes against some
Hegelian tendencies. In Hegel, the individual can sometimes appear as
meaningful primarily through participation in larger historical wholes like the
family, ethical life, the state, or history. Murdoch claims that such
frameworks can make concrete persons too easily “explainable” or “absorbable”
into abstractions. A mother grieving a child or a lonely old man; an obscure
act of goodness to a disabled person —
these realities
matter absolutely, not merely as moments within historical rationality.
And so it is clear why Murdoch rejects
philosophies that too readily reconcile suffering into “the whole,” which
connects to her critique of Romanticism more broadly. Murdoch thinks Romantic
philosophy – by which she sees Sartre as the paradigm, I think – glorifies
will, sincerity,
authenticity, heroic selfhood, or the dramatic individual consciousness.
This reduces
genuine attention to reality because the self becomes too central. True
goodness, for Murdoch, is quieter, humbler, less theatrical. No one creates
value ex nihilo.
We discover and
attend to it. I am very attracted to this line of thought. But also to the
historical and communal development of understanding emphasized by Hegel. I think
the tension is philosophically fruitful.
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