Book Review: Breaking Bread with the Dead
Feb. 9th, 2021 09:37 pmI can only assume that some bright-eyed marketing director chose the subtitle for Alan Jacobs’ Breaking Bread with the Dead: A Reader’s Guide to a More Tranquil Mind, because that subtitle is in fact exactly orthogonal to the book’s actual thesis: Jacobs aims not to help readers achieve more tranquil minds, but to disrupt the tranquility of their minds by reading old books, which will allow them to engage with voices alien to their own.
(Jacobs is writing specifically about books, but I think this argument could equally apply to other art forms from the past - movies, music, and so forth.)
Or, as Jacobs puts it, “there’s something also to be said for that moment when a figure from the past who has perfectly anticipated something you already believe then turns around and says something that puzzles or alienates you. That is, I firmly believe, the greater moment of enlightenment: the moment of double realization. To confront the reality that the very same people who give us rich wisdom can also talk what seems to us absolute nonsense (and vice versa) is an education in the human condition.”
Rather, I should say that this is one of a number of reasons that Breaking Bread with the Dead offers for reading old books. It’s a wandering, discursive book, like a long thoughtful conversation with a friend, and I would be doing it a disservice to boil it down to a single thesis. I’ve latched onto this argument because it resonated most with me, because it’s the reason I am drawn to old books: they are genuinely alien. To quote Jacobs again: “the future we imagine is just that: not an alien anything, but what we imagine, what we can imagine. And often it’s what we can’t imagine that we’re most in need of.”
The genuinely alien stretches our imagination in a way that nothing else can achieve.
Jacobs also wrestles with the problem of how to engage with problematic aspects of old works in a way that I found thought-provoking. “Surely we have lost something vital when we have lost the power to be startled, even offended, by the voices from the past. To say ‘This text offends me, I will read no further’ may be shortsighted; but to read a ‘great book’ from the past with such reverence that you can’t see where its views are wrong, or even where they differ from your own, is no better. Indeed, in foreclosing the possibility of real challenge it is worse.”
Jacobs argues instead that one should imagine old texts as dinner guests, brilliant, witty, with well-considered opinions on certain questions, and ill-considered nonsense on others. (Only, of course, a book has the inestimable advantage over a flesh-and-blood person that you can engage entirely on your own terms, and close it whenever the nonsense-to-wisdom ratio tilts too far toward the former; and then perhaps reopen it, months or years later, and take up just where you left off.)
And around this ghostly dinner table you talk with your guests, and you listen to what they say, and you argue; and you find they look at certain questions from angles you had never considered before, that perhaps they ask questions that you had never considered needed answering; and you realize that the world is much larger than you knew. “To read old books,” Jacobs contends, “is to get an education in possibility for next to nothing.”
(Jacobs is writing specifically about books, but I think this argument could equally apply to other art forms from the past - movies, music, and so forth.)
Or, as Jacobs puts it, “there’s something also to be said for that moment when a figure from the past who has perfectly anticipated something you already believe then turns around and says something that puzzles or alienates you. That is, I firmly believe, the greater moment of enlightenment: the moment of double realization. To confront the reality that the very same people who give us rich wisdom can also talk what seems to us absolute nonsense (and vice versa) is an education in the human condition.”
Rather, I should say that this is one of a number of reasons that Breaking Bread with the Dead offers for reading old books. It’s a wandering, discursive book, like a long thoughtful conversation with a friend, and I would be doing it a disservice to boil it down to a single thesis. I’ve latched onto this argument because it resonated most with me, because it’s the reason I am drawn to old books: they are genuinely alien. To quote Jacobs again: “the future we imagine is just that: not an alien anything, but what we imagine, what we can imagine. And often it’s what we can’t imagine that we’re most in need of.”
The genuinely alien stretches our imagination in a way that nothing else can achieve.
Jacobs also wrestles with the problem of how to engage with problematic aspects of old works in a way that I found thought-provoking. “Surely we have lost something vital when we have lost the power to be startled, even offended, by the voices from the past. To say ‘This text offends me, I will read no further’ may be shortsighted; but to read a ‘great book’ from the past with such reverence that you can’t see where its views are wrong, or even where they differ from your own, is no better. Indeed, in foreclosing the possibility of real challenge it is worse.”
Jacobs argues instead that one should imagine old texts as dinner guests, brilliant, witty, with well-considered opinions on certain questions, and ill-considered nonsense on others. (Only, of course, a book has the inestimable advantage over a flesh-and-blood person that you can engage entirely on your own terms, and close it whenever the nonsense-to-wisdom ratio tilts too far toward the former; and then perhaps reopen it, months or years later, and take up just where you left off.)
And around this ghostly dinner table you talk with your guests, and you listen to what they say, and you argue; and you find they look at certain questions from angles you had never considered before, that perhaps they ask questions that you had never considered needed answering; and you realize that the world is much larger than you knew. “To read old books,” Jacobs contends, “is to get an education in possibility for next to nothing.”
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Date: 2021-02-10 12:19 pm (UTC)I like old murder mysteries and a lot of old fiction generally, novels that were contemporary in their day, because the background world is usually as interesting as the mystery, and often much more alien. And in many cases because the focus is the mystery, the background details feel much more...authentic is probably the wrong word but I am not sure what a better one would be ...real, perhaps. More genuinely revealing of the author's perception of their contemporary milieu.
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Date: 2021-02-10 09:16 pm (UTC)I like that a lot! It’s a great way to approach morally challenging reading - and life in general, I think. I also love the dinner guest analogy to bits.
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Date: 2021-02-10 09:30 pm (UTC)And I agree about the genuinely alien.
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Date: 2021-02-11 03:46 am (UTC)That is such a useful way to frame approaching older texts. I will have a yarn with you happily but when you start up again with your foolishness GOODNIGHT.
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