Friday 26 April 2024

Guillermo Martinez on Borges

 Guillermo Martínez, the brilliant Argentine mathematician and author (of the 'Oxford Murders' which was made into a film starring Elijah Wood) has written a marvelous book on 'Borges and Mathematics'. I extract and comment on a lecture he gave some fifteen years ago which is available here. 

the elements of mathematics that appear in the work of Borges are... molded and transmuted into “something else,” within literature, and we will try to recognize these elements without separating them from their context of literary intentions. For example, Borges begins his essay “Avatars of the Tortoise” by saying, 'There is one concept that corrupts and deranges the others. I speak not of Evil, whose limited domain is Ethics; I refer to the Infinite'.

Sometimes Leibniz's 'law of continuity' regarding generalizations from the finite to the infinite holds true. Sometimes, it is highly mischievous. 

Here the playful yet sharp linking of the Infinite with Evil

conventionally evil was associated with finitude or lack. The Gnostic element here is to suggest that the Demiurge may be part of an infinite regress of stupidity and evil.  

immediately removes infinity from the serene world of mathematics

not so serene- at least for Brouwer who said 'the (mathematical) construction is an art, its application to the world an evil parasite.' I should explain Brouwer felt that a vegetarian who did not also renounce the fruits of our carnivorous civilization is just a parasite. He has no virtue. What is properly constructed has integrity, but its use may be evil thus making the whole project parasitical. 

and sheds slightly menacing light on the elegant and almost technical discussion that follows. And when Borges goes on to say that the “numerous Hydra” is a foreshadowing or an emblem of geometrical progression, he is again playing the game of projecting monstrosity and “convenient horror” onto a precise mathematical concept.

I think he was also referencing John Wallis, the Cambridge Platonist, who saw 'the fourth dimension' as  'a monster in nature, and less possible than a Chimaera or Centaure'. Theosophists of the period were constantly quoting him.

 Doestoevsky, in 'Brothers Karamazov, suggests that God's Justice might be 'four dimensional' in which case Man, who is born Euclidean, must reject it or remain outside its Mercy. 

How much mathematics did Borges know? ...it is clear that Borges knew at least the topics contained in 'Mathematics and the Imagination', and these topics are more than enough. This book contains a good sampling of what can be learned in a first course in algebra and analysis at a university. Such classes cover the logical paradoxes, the question of the diverse orders of infinity, some basic problems in topology, and the theory of probability. In his prologue to that book, Borges noted in passing that, according to Bertrand Russell, all of mathematics is perhaps nothing more than a vast tautology.

By then Gentzen calculi, based on conditional tautologies, had appeared. Borges may have heard of this. Apparently Gentzen was a Nazi and there were plenty of Nazi sympathizers in Germany. 

With this observation Borges showed that he was also aware of what at least in those days was a crucial, controversial, and keenly debated topic in the foundations of mathematics: the question of what is true versus what is demonstrable.

The problem here is that of 'existence proofs'. Do Brouwer 'fixed points' actually exist? American mathematicians were scandalized when Brouwer showed up there in the Sixties and appeared to be denying that they do. Errett Bishop reacted by publishing a paper on the 'debasement of meaning' and 'Schizophrenia in contemporary Mathematics'. To give an example one might say 'this is an existence proof' but actually it is merely a proof that if compactness obtains then such and such would exist. But in that case, what you are really saying is 'I have proved that if everything is as I want it to be such that x exists, then x exists.'  

In their day-to-day work scrutinizing the universe of forms and numbers, mathematicians come across certain connections and patterns again and again, certain relationships that recur and that are always verified. By training and habit they are accustomed to thinking that if these relationships and patterns always hold true, then it must be for some discoverable reason. They believe that the universe of forms and numbers is arranged according to some external, Platonic order, and that this order ought to be deciphered. When they find the deep, and usually hidden, explanation, they exhibit it in what is called a demonstration or proof.

But, as Godel understood, these proofs depend on the existence of an 'Absolute Proof'. If even 'natural proofs' are not available, where is this supposed to come from?  


Thus there are two moments in mathematics, as in art: a moment that we can call illumination or inspiration—a solitary and even “elitist” moment in which the mathematician glimpses, in an elusive Platonic world, a result that he considers to be true; and a second, let's say, democratic, moment, in which he has to convince his community of peers of its truth. In exactly the same way, an artist will have fragments of a vision and then at a later time execute that vision in the writing of a book, the painting of a picture, or some other creative activity. In that sense, the creative processes are very similar. What is the difference? That in mathematics there are formal protocols under which the truth that the mathematician wishes to communicate can be demonstrated step by step from principles and “ground rules” that all mathematicians agree on.

Sadly, it turns out, these are always arbitrary and if looked at closely, it will be found nobody actually agrees to that crazy nonsense.  

The demonstration of the value of an esthetic work is not so straightforward, however.

It is equally arbitrary. But for any practical purpose there is always a good enough 'witness'.  

An esthetic work is always subject to criteria of authority, to fashion, to culture, and to the personal and ultimate criterion—often perfectly capricious—of taste.

So there is still the problem that 'naturality' is far to seek. I think this is because everything is 'co-evolved' such that there is no objective function to optimize. This is because the fitness landscape does not directly feature. Thus there are problems of concurrency, computability and complexity. 

Mathematicians believed for centuries that in their domain these two concepts—truth and demonstrability—were basically equivalent: that if something were true then the reasoning behind it could be shown with a logical demonstration, a proof.

Some did. Some didn't. A useful lemma might be a gift-horse one should not look in the mouth.  

On the other hand, judges in a court of law, for example, have always known that truth is not the same as demonstrability.

Generally, there is a 'reasonable doubt' test- though it may favor the prosecutor.  

Let's suppose that there has been a crime committed in a locked room with only two possible suspects. Both of the suspects know the whole truth about the crime: I did it or I didn't do it. There is a fact of the matter and they know what it is, but Justice can only come to this truth through indirect means: digital footprints, cigarette butts, and alibi-checking. Often, the justice system can prove neither the guilt of one nor the innocence of the other.

But the justice system might be able to stipulate what 'clinching evidence' might be. In some jurisdictions, the case can be dismissed because of lack of evidence at the current time but 'without prejudice'- i.e. the case may be revived at a later point.  

Something similar occurs in archeology, where the notion of truth is provisional in nature: the ultimate truth remains out of range, as an unobtainable limit, being the unceasing compilation of the bones of the demonstrable.

Unless it isn't at all. Some new scientific technology may show all previous 'bones of the demonstrable' were irrelevant. The issue can be decided once and for all. Thus various theories about the origins of races based on philological analysis had to yield the stage to DNA based studies. This too may change.  

Thus we see that in fields other than mathematics, truth does not necessarily coincide with demonstrability.

Truth is sublatable as is demonstrability. Is there a necessary connection between them? Must there be either a proof or disproof of the Reimann hypothesis? Even if we say yes, would we also say the same about the Continuum hypothesis.  

Interestingly, Martinez thinks Borges did not know Godel's theorem. Would this matter? Surely, Borges would have thought- as most of us do- that somethings which are true can't be proven while some proofs are simply wrong. 


... my aim is to connect the mathematical elements with stylistic elements in Borges. I am trying an approach that is stylistic rather than thematic. Some of the stories and essays where mathematical ideas loom most conspicuously are these: “The Disk,” “The Book of Sand,” “The Library of Babel,” “The Lottery of Babylon,” “On Rigor in Science,” “An Examination of the Work of Herbert Quain,” and “Argumentum ornithologicum”; the essays “The Perpetual Race of Achilles and the Tortoise” together with “Avatars of the Tortoise,” “The Analytical Language of John Wilkins,” “The Doctrine of Cycles,” “Pascal” together with “Pascal's Sphere,” and so on. Some of these even contain small mathematical lessons. And though the topics considered are quite diverse, I see three recurring themes. Furthermore, these three themes all come together in one story, “The Aleph.” I propose that we begin our study there.

Martinez is both a literary master as well as a productive mathematician. Perhaps, in informal discussion he would point to current mathematical theorems and conjectures which he finds foreshadowed in not just Borges's work but other great literature- even that of the ancients. 

I am going to talk about these three recurring themes in reverse order. The first theme is the infinite, or, more accurately, the infinities. Toward the end of “The Aleph,” Borges wrote: 'I want to add two observations: one on the nature of the Aleph, the other on its name.

When we think of Beatrice Viterbo we think of the Universal Set designated as V.  Martinez goes on to give a good account of Cantor's work. However, for ordinary people, there was already the notion of 'uncountable infinity'- indeed it is a dogma of the Jains- and this is basic to Zeno, Parmenides's pupil. 

 This is the kind of paradox that amazed Borges: in the mathematics of the infinite, the whole is not necessarily greater than any of its parts.

Indeed. It may be less. There could be a sort of negative synergy or 'cancelling out'. A group may be less effective than any one of its members.  

There are proper parts that are as great as the whole. There are parts that are equivalent to the whole.

And the whole may be quite horrible though all its parts are marvelous.  

Recursive objects This particular property of infinity can be abstracted and applied to other situations in which a part of an object encompasses the data or information content of its entirety.

Though 'infinity' only arises as something useful by Leibniz's law of continuity. Well read chaps like Borges- back in those days- would actually read Liebniz and Spinoza and so forth. Hegel too was big at the time. He had his own 'bad Infinite'.  

We will call such objects recursive objects.

Sadly, as Hegel realized, everything caught in the web of predication is recursive of itself and everything else. In India, the Jains make a big deal of this but the notion is not absent in any mystical literature.  

Borges's Aleph, the little sphere that encompasses every image in the universe, is a recursive object in this way, albeit a fictional one.

Because everything is a mirror of everything. What is interesting is that Borges decides it is a false Aleph. This is like Razborov-Rudich. But the idea is very old. The Chinese unicorn can only be encountered if you don't know it is a unicorn. But, it turns out that knowing a thing is only possible if the things isn't known at all. Adam eats the apple of knowledge and only succeeds in bringing death into the world.  

When Borges says that the application of the name “Aleph” to this sphere is not accidental and immediately calls attention to the connection with this property of infinite sets—that a part can equivalent to the whole—he is inserting his conception into an environment that makes it plausible. This is the technique that he explains in his essay “Narrative Art and Magic,” at the point where he discusses the narrative difficulty in making a centaur believable.

The solution is to describe it naturalistically. However, Borges refers to a 'law of sympathy' ultimately founded on the fact that all things mirror all things in the web of predication or the monadology of existence. Magic, then, is more real than our determination to exile ourselves from it so as to maintain the illusion of our own reality.  

Just as in the case of infinity, where a part can be equivalent to the whole, it is conceivable that there is an element of the universe that encompasses the data or information content or knowledge of everything.

I think Borges was abreast of the mystical currents of his age. Everything encodes all information about everything else.  But 'self-information' is 'surprisal'. We just don't want to surprise ourselves too much and are thus content to remain solitary prisoners of our own dream of a world. 

There are other recursive objects that Borges played with in his works. For example, the maps in “Rigor in Science,” where the map of a single province occupies an entire city, and “in whose abandoned parts, in the deserts, lived animals and beggars.”

This another way of saying to know everything about something is to know everything. Again a Jain dogma. But what is dogma in one religion is heresy- and thus sexy- in another. For Indians, karmic metempsychosis is dogma. In the West it is heresy though it has a lively literary tradition of its own. But, by the time Borges began to write, the Irish were playing with the notion that 'tuirgen' or 'investigative birth-seeking' causes all souls to live the lives of all souls.  

And from the point of view of biology, human beings are recursive objects. A single human cell is enough to make a clone. Certain mosaics are clearly recursive objects: in particular, those in which the design inherent in the first few tiles is repeated throughout.

The mystics went further. If you knew everything about the mosquito that just bit you, you would know everything about everything. Perhaps that is why you kill the mosquito and think no more about it.  

Now consider objects that have the opposite property. What would anti-recurive objects be like?

It would be anti-reflexive. This is generally the case for intensional or epistemic objects.  

They would be objects in which each part is essential and no part can be used as a replacement for the whole thing.

In which case the object must have a well ordered 'extension'- i.e. every member of the set must be known and distinguishable. The problem is, we know of no such objects. One might say, my car is anti-recursive, but is it really? On the one hand, taking out some of the parts might not degrade performance too much. On the other, changing the initial or 'boundary' conditions greatly alters the outcome. Your car gets you to where you want to go because you drive it. If I do, it will end up wrapped around a tree.  

Finite sets are examples of anti-recursive objects because no proper subset of a finite set is equivalent to the whole set.

Only if none of their members are epistemic, impredicative, or intensional in a certain sense.  

Jigsaw puzzles are also examples because, if they are good ones, no two pieces will be alike.

but they contain information. Some pieces must be from the 'borders'.  

From an existential point of view, human beings are anti-recursive.

No. From a phenomenological point of view, this may be the case because of some illicit assumption of an epistemological or ontological type.  As far as bare existence goes, humans are highly recursive. It takes two of them to make another human being. 

There is an intimidating phrase that is due not to Sartre but to Hegel: “Man is no more than the sum of his actions.”

Satre said “Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is.” It seems the French can be more verbose than the Germans. 

It does not matter how flawless a man's conduct has been during each day of every year of his life: there is always time to commit some final act that contradicts, ruins, and destroys everything that has happened up to that moment.

Or not. Generally not.  

Or to take the literary turn given by Thomas Mann in The Holy Sinner, his book based on the life of St. Gregory: no matter how incestuous and sinful a man has been throughout his entire life, he can always confess his sins and become Pope.

I can't. Is it due I iz bleck? I suppose one could mention Hinton's 'alterable past' or Wilde saying the repentant sinner can do what the God of Aristotle could not- viz. change the past. 

Infinity and the Book of Sand What I have said up to this point about the infinite would be enough to clarify this small fragment. I am going to extend the discussion a little further in order to explain the relationship between “The Library of Babel” and “The Book of Sand.” We have just recently seen that there are “as many” natural numbers as even numbers. But what happens if we consider fractions? Fractions are very important in Borges's thinking. Why? Let us recall that fractions (also called rational numbers) are obtained by dividing integers. Fractions may be thought of as pairs of integers, with one integer in the numerator and another (which cannot be zero) in the denominator:


3/5, 5/4, 7/6, 7/16, ....

What property of these numbers did Borges use in his stories? That for any two fractions there is always another one between them. Between 0 and 1 we find 1/2, between 0 and 1/2 we find 1/4, between 0 and 1/4 we find 1/8, and so on. Any number can be divided in half.
Because of this, there can be no first number greater than zero: between any positive number and zero there is always yet another.

Borges, being a bookish cove, would have been aware of the argument for the eternity of the Universe attributed to Aristotle. The idea here is that anything that is eternal is necessary. If the present form of the world always was and always will be, it is necessary and no other form is possible. The Book of Sand, whose cover gives its name as 'Holy Writ' and its place of publication as Bombay was given by an Indian untouchable to a Scotsman who exchanges it for some cash and a Wycliffe bible. For Catholics, such publications opened the door to the horrors of the Reformation. Clearly, there is some atrocious reversal of 'natural' hierarchy here. The heathen pariah has unleashed an unholy terror upon his masters. India, at about this time, was gaining independence. The world was being turned topsy turvy. Instead of Genesis, everything is always in medias res which wouldn't matter if the thing was entertaining. But it isn't. It is a nightmare from which you can't wake up- probably because you are already dead. 

This is exactly the property that Borges borrowed in “The Book of Sand.” Remember the moment in the story when Borges (as a character) is challenged to open the Book of Sand to its first page.
He told me that his book was called the Book of Sand because neither the book nor sand has a beginning or end.

Borges might have read Samuel Butler, author of Hubidras, who wrote ' I leave to my said children a great chest full of broken promises and cracked oaths; likewise a vast cargo of ropes made with sand'. 

He asked me to find the first page.
I lay my left hand on the cover and opened the book, with my thumb almost touching my index finger. All was useless: there were always several pages interposed between the cover and my hand.

Borges may have been known that the Big Bang Theory was first proposed by a Roman Catholic priest in 1927. If the Universe doesn't have a beginning, how can it have a Creator? 

The front cover of the Book of Sand corresponds to zero, the back cover corresponds to the number one, and the pages in between correspond to the fractions between zero and one. Among the fractions there is no first number after zero or last number before 1. Whatever number I choose, there are always others in between. In this situation it is tempting to conjecture that the infinity of the fractions is tighter, denser, or richer than the infinity of the natural numbers. The second surprise that awaits us is that this is not the case: there are “as many” rational numbers as natural numbers. How can this be?

The cardinality is different but, it turns out there is no cardinality for the total number of cardinalities.  Martinez then gives a good account of Cantor's diagonal argument. 

Moreover, this enumeration gives a consecutive ordering to the positive fractions. This ordering is of course different from the way that the fractions lie along the number line, but it might provide an explanation for the unusual page-numbering in the Book of Sand. (This is something that Borges might not have known.) The page numbering seems mysterious to the Borges character in the story, but in principle there is no mystery. There is no contradiction between the fact that for any two leaves of the Book of Sand there is always another between them, and that each page can be assigned a unique page number: the same skillful bookbinder who could stitch those infinitely many pages into the Book of Sand could perfectly well number each page while doing so.

Martinez is assuming a bookbinder- i.e. that the book is 'constructed'. If there is no creator how can there be a non-arbitrary curator or compiler? Borges's bible-seller says 'None is the first page, none the last. I don't know why they're numbered in this arbitrary way. Perhaps to suggest that the terms of an infinite series admit any number.' The problem here is that if we have infinite segments of the decimal expansion of a transcendental number, we don't have a way to order them in the way they would be ordered if we knew their first term. 

Infinity and the Library of Babel
...what kind of infinity corresponds to the collection of all the various books that can be written in our universal alphabet, if we admit words of any finite length and allow books to be of any finite number of pages?

Cantor's Diagonal Argument can be used to show that this collection of books is enumerable as well. The idea is to display all the books that consist of a single page in the first row, all the two-page books in the second row, all the three-page books in the third row, and so on. We then enumerate the books by following Cantor's diagonal path. Since every book in the Library of Babel is also included somewhere on our bookshelves, we conclude that the collection of books in the Library of Babel must also be enumerable.

I came to a similar conclusion. There is a well ordering.  


How is this important in understanding Borges's story? In a note at the end of the story, Borges wrote that a lady-friend of his had observed that the entire construction of the Library of Babel was superfluous or excessive (he used the word useless) because all the books of the Library of Babel could fit into a single volume of infinitely many, infinitely thin, pages—“a silken vademecum in which each page unfolds into other pages.” The book formed by piecing together all the various books of the Library of Babel into a single volume, one after another, would not be longer than Cantor's diagonal path.

I admit that this is a very mathematical way of looking at things. “The Library of Babel,” is meaningful on many levels, and I am not saying that this work of literature reduces to mere mathematics. But at the end of the story Borges arrived at the idea that all of the books can be united in a single, infinite volume.

or just an infinite binary string 

This closing footnote contains the germ of the idea that foreshadows and culminates in “The Book of Sand.” I want to draw attention to this way of thinking about Borges's stories and essays in order to abstract a key idea that is repeated or duplicated elsewhere. It is our first example of a literary “operation” that is reminiscent of mathematical methods. We will study this topic more thoroughly later.

What is the key difference between the two texts? In the first there is a community of librarians. In the second there is an atrocious book which nobody will ever read precisely because it has been placed in an actual Argentinian library. We may feel, if we are in Babel's library, that we could get lucky and find the book Borges would have written had he been us. But of the book traded by the illiterate untouchable for the Christian bible, we feel only horror.  

The sphere with center everywhere and circumference nowhere
We now consider the second element of mathematics in “The Aleph.” It shows up when Borges is about to describe the Aleph, and wonders “how to convey to others the infinite Aleph, that my fearful memory scarcely embraces?”

I have something more to say about the symbol for aleph. The figure of a man with one arm touching the earth and the other pointing to the sky seems particularly fitting because, in a way, the operation of counting is the human attempt at attaining infinity. That is to say, a human being cannot, in his finite life—in his “vidita,” as Bioy Casares would say—effectively count all the numbers. But he has a way of generating them in thought, and in this way can attain numbers as large as necessary. From the ten digits of decimal notation he can reach numbers as large as he likes. However bound to his earthly situation, he can still extend his arm to the sky. That is the objective and the difficulty of counting.

The problem here is that we can't get to the number we can easily specify- e.g. how many more pizzas will I eat in my life? The intension is not connected by any means known to us to the correct extension. True, a Doctor may say to me 'Vivek, I guarantee to you, that if eat even one more pizza you will die.' But if I stop eating pizzas I will still die sooner or later. I want to know the day I can eat a pizza because I'm going to be hit by a bus.  


Borges wrote something similar when he asked himself “how to convey to others the infinite Aleph, that my fearful memory scarcely embraces? Mystics, in a similar hypnotic state, are lavish with emblems: to signify divinity a Persian says of a bird that it is in some way all birds; Alanus de Insulis spoke of a sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.” A little farther down he says, “the central problem—the enumeration of an infinite set—is unsolvable.”

This is the case unless certain 'intensions' have 'natural' extensions or there is some outside 'witness' or 'oracle' or editor who can remove repetitions.  

Borges attempts to describe the Aleph, but it is infinite, and it is impossible to run through an infinite description in writing because writing is sequential and language is “successive.”

Language is intensional and thus can give us a good enough 'intuition'. Then, if a 'witness' comes along, we're off to the races. Borges succeeds as a writer because the witness is the darkness in our own wretched hearts.  

Since he cannot give a complete description of the Aleph, in its place he has to provide a sufficiently convincing idea or example, and it is his well-known enumeration of images that follows. We will have more to say on this later.

Borges was a poet- better yet at least some of the books he valued were ones ordinary people have read.  


The second recurring theme is the sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere. This occurs in “Pascal's Sphere” and elsewhere. Borges warns his reader: “Not in vain do I recall those inconceivable analogies.”

I suppose, even back then, people had some vague idea that Einstein's universe might be bounded but eternal or else unbounded but subject to collapse. 

It is a very precise analogy that adds plausibility to the little sphere that he describes in “The Aleph.”

It is just a 'naked' monad- i.e. something simple or 'atomic' in the sense that it can't be decomposed any further. But if one such exists, it must contain all information just as if we knew one 'atomic proposition' we could deduce all others. There would be an algorithmic way to crank out all knowledge. These are very old ideas. If you know the secret name of God, you are God. If you know yourself, you know everything. In Islam, Allah enables Alexander to invent the mirror. If he can conquer what he sees in the mirror, he conquers the entire Universe. I don't know how much the Mathematical allusions in Borges adds to their message. What is certain is that it conveyed the sort of thrill that Science Fiction does when we are young and imaginative.  

In order to understand the geometric idea of such a sphere, something that might seem to be a play on words, we shall first ponder it in the plane, and instead of spheres we shall consider circles. Consider an ever-expanding circle: if it continues to grow indefinitely then it will eventually encompass any given point in the plane. The location of its center is not really important and it could be anywhere.

This assumes there is plane or, more generally, that there is a hypokeimenon- i.e. a material substratum or undergirding for reality. It is something that can't be a predicate but which permits other things to have predicates. For Pascal- but not Parmenides who taught that everything that can be thought of or named (i.e. every 'intension') must be (i.e. have a well defined extension)- the nightmare is that no such undergirding exists- at least as far as we are concerned. God may have a geometry of His own, but we don't inhabit it. 


In the essay, “Pascal's Sphere,” at the point where he wants to make this image a bit more precise, Borges writes, “Calogero and Mondolfo reason that Pascal intuited an infinite sphere, or rather an infinitely expanding one, where these words have a dynamic sense.” In other words, we can replace the plane with a circle that grows and grows, because each point in the plane is eventually encompassed by such a circle. Now, in this indefinitely expanding circle, the circumference is lost at infinity. We cannot delimit any circumference. This, I think, is the idea that he is referring to. In making the jump to the infinite, the entire plane can be thought of as a circle with center at any point and circumference nowhere.

I'm not sure about this. I have a vague notion that Guido Calogero wrote something about Gorgias the Nihilist or 'paradoxologist' who gave an Eleatic type argument for non-existence! In this case, the true horror is that though we are as self-centered as fuck our 'extension' is empty! Indeed, we don't exist precisely because of our desperate 'conatus' or determination to continuously remain just as fucking stupid and lazy and selfish as we already are. But only because we don't actually exist. In their heart of hearts, nobody doesn't know this. The trouble is that we defend ourselves against non-existence by falling in love- i.e. subscribing to a Religion whose God isn't just fallible, this is a God who quickly comes to loathe us and to find the heart in which we have erected his Throne to be a fucking gas-chamber. We kill what we love so as to exist- as nothing at all. 

A similar construction is valid for three-dimensions: a globe that grows indefinitely will eventually encompass any given point in space.

Space doesn't exist. God may have such a notion but for us it is an intension without an extension.  

In this way, the universe can be thought of as an indefinitely expanding sphere.

But we can't think- we are incapable of the thought- of what undergirds the thought outlined above.  

This, by the way, is the conception of the universe in contemporary physics: the universe was a little sphere of infinitesimal magnitude and infinitely concentrated mass that once upon a time—in the Big Bang—suddenly expanded in all directions. Why is this “inconceivable analogy” interesting?

It is like Edgar Alan Poe's anticipation of 'Olber's paradox'. The nightmare here is of being shut up in a light-cone which gradually gets cut off from everything else. The Universe itself is burying us alive! 

Because the Aleph is a little sphere. If the universe is viewed as a great big sphere, then the idea that every vision of the universe can be reproduced in a little sphere at the foot of the stairs in some basement is much more believable. Simply through contraction every point in the big sphere of the universe can be translated into the small sphere of the Aleph.

Why then does Borges decide it was a false Aleph? He says the entire universe is contained within the pillar of a certain mosque in Cairo. Borges ends his tale thus 'Does this Aleph exist in the heart of a stone?

If there are two Alephs, indiscernibly identical in terms of information that can be gleaned from them, nevertheless they are distinct if one Aleph actually is itself that which it conveys information about. It is the 'true' Aleph. Why might it exist 'in the heart of a stone'? The stony-hearted feel no love, no longing, no 'regret of Heraclitus'. If all information can incarnate anywhere it must be in the 'heart of a stone'. 

 Did I see it there in the cellar when I saw all things, and have I now forgotten it? 

Borges knew from his reading of TS Eliot that Memory is Love- at least in Sanskrit. Did he also know that an epithet of Shiva, the Hindu God, is 'smarahara'-destroyer of Love, destroyer of Memory- but this is a necessary destruction so Love, and 'Smriti'- i.e. Religion- can survive its own Apocalypse or rending of the veil. 

Our minds are porous and forgetfulness seeps in; I myself am distorting and losing, under the wearing away of the years, the face of Beatriz.' 

As the Prophet said 'everything is going to destruction save the face of God.' What does the lover's loss of face matter? Beatrice's beauty burgeons elsewhere. I suppose a mathematician might mention Grothendieck's God- the dreamer who dreams us and our dreams. Perhaps we do meet our beloved in dreams but forget doing so when we wake. Or perhaps, mathematics is a labyrinth in which everything exists because everything is itself that labyrinth. 

Russell's Paradox
The third paradox is what I call the “paradox of magnification.” (The technical term in logic is self reference, but this has a different meaning in literature and I don't want to mix up the two concepts.) The paradox appears when Borges gives the partial enumeration of the images of the Aleph. But it also occurs in other stories, where Borges constructs worlds that are so very vast and space-filling that they end up including themselves—or even their readers—within their scopes. In “The Aleph” this can be seen here: “I saw the circulation of my dark blood, I saw the workings of love and the modification of death. I saw in the Aleph the world and in the world once more the Aleph, and in the Aleph the world. I saw my face and my guts, I saw your face I was dizzy and I cried.”

Magnification, or the postulation of very vast objects, gives rise to curious paradoxes, and Borges was certainly aware of the most famous one, due to Bertrand Russell. Russell's paradox—which shook the foundations of mathematics and toppled the “naive” theory of sets—shows that one cannot postulate the existence of a set that contains all other sets; that is to say, one cannot postulate an Aleph of sets.

You can, by calling it a proper class. I once heard of an Argentine general who banned set theory because it was 'collectivist'.  I suppose he would have been cool with classes because, after all, there has to be an upper class- right? 

I wonder whether there was something, back in the Thirties, like what we call a 'Reflection principle' which holds that it is possible to find sets that, with respect to any given property, resemble the class of all sets. Godel said 'All the principles for setting up the axioms of set theory should be reducible to Ackermann's principle: The Absolute is unknowable. The strength of this principle increases as we get stronger and stronger systems of set theory. The other principles are only heuristic principles. Hence, the central principle is the reflection principle, which presumably will be understood better as our experience increases. Meanwhile, it helps to separate out more specific principles which either give some additional information or are not yet seen clearly to be derivable from the reflection principle as we understand it now.' 

I don't suppose it matters whether Borges came across some such essay or article. My own suspicion is that he was a Pragmatist. Why know the Absolute save if would be fun to gain Biblical knowledge of it? Scratch that. Why get jiggy with the Absolute if the lads at the pub don't believe your boasting about it? 

Why are mathematicians interested in Borges?

I think the answer is that they suspect their own integrity is orthogonal to existence. They are like Brouwer's vegetarian condemned to be an evil parasite if he uses or is of use to what is of this carnivorous world. 

The three elements that we have just examined appear time and again in Borges's works, molded in literary forms in various ways. In the essay, “Cartesianism as Rhetoric (or, Why are Scientists Interested in Borges?)” in Borges and Science, the author, Lucila Pagliai, asks why Borges's stories and essays are so dear to scientific investigators, philosophers, and mathematicians. She comes to the conclusion that there is an essentially essayistic matrix in the work of Borges, especially in his mature work, and I think she has a point. Borges is a writer who procedes from a single principle—“in the beginning was the idea,”and conceptualizes his stories as incarnations or avatars of abstractions. There are also fragments of logical arguments in many of his stories. The kind of essayistic matrix that Pagliai refers to is, undoubtedly, one of the elements of Borges's style that bear a certain similarity to scientific thought.

The problem here is that Borges is clearly signaling that his style is baroquely parodic, exhausting its own possibilities in advance, because truth be told, there are no paradoxes. There is only scrutiny blinded by its own object.  


In a little article that I wrote on the same topic, “Borges and Three Paradoxes of Mathematics,” I point out the elements of Borges's style that have affinity with the mathematical esthetic. Here is my principal thesis:
I said before that traces of mathematics abound in the work of Borges. Even in the passages that have nothing to do with mathematics, there is something in his writing, an element of style, that is particularly pleasing to the mathematical esthetic.

I suppose genuine mathematicians are stimulated by what Grothenieck calls Yoga- i.e. ideas which can unite disparate subjects under the rubric of greater generality. Borges was scrupulous in presenting only such material. This meant he was relatively poor even during his most productive years.  

I think that a clue to this element is expressed, inadvertantly, is this extraordinary passage from The History of Eternity: “I don't believe in bidding farewell to Platonism (which seems ever cold) without communicating the following observation, with the hope that it will be carried forward and further justified: the general can be more intense than the concrete. There is no shortage of illustrations. As a boy, summering in the north of the province of Buenos Aires, I was fascinated by the rounded plain and the men who drank mate in the kitchen. But my delight was tremendous when I found out that the plain was ‘pampa’ and those men were ‘gauchos.’ The general...trumps individual details.”

In English, gaucho is more concrete and  'individual' then 'farmhand' and 'pampa' is more concrete and individual than 'rounded plain'. Perhaps, an Argentine would think the reverse. Still the 'participation' or 'methexy' associated with gaucho or pampa has an element of oikeisosis or 'natural' appropriation. 

When Borges writes, he typically accumulates examples, analogies, related stories, and variations on what he wants to tell.

He is uniting disparate subjects in the light of a more general, perhaps universal, principle which he can convey in a superbly compact and lapidary manner.  

In this way the thrust of the story that unfolds is at once particular and general, and his passages give the impression that his particular examples are self-supporting references to universal forms. Mathematicians proceed in the same way. When they study an example, a particular case, they examine it with the hope of discovering a stronger and more general property that they can abstract into a theorem. Mathematicians like to think that Borges writes exactly as they would if faced with the challenge: with a proud Platonism,

surely not. There is no ever present danger of 'modal collapse' in his oeuvre precisely because he is so scrupulous in guarding against 'the contamination of reality by the dream' or simulacrum.  

as if there existed a heaven of perfect fictions and a notion of truth for literature.

There is a 'witness' for it- though that witness may lie in the heart of a stone.  

This summarizes, in some way, what I think about the articulation of mathematical thought in the style of Borges.

I would say Borges is like Voevodsky. He shows, for any useful purpose, there are always good enough 'univalent foundations' of a categorical type. Sadly, as Socrates explained long ago, categories are like the oars on a galley which are only resorted to when there is no wind to belly out the sails.   


Thursday 25 April 2024

Why Foucault was wrong on Borges

 Few authors have enriched my life as much as Borges. Yet, I first came to him through Foucault- a writer who has destroyed the brains of more Indian intellectuals than I've had hot dinners (I tend to have three dinners every night but am content with two luncheons provided I had four breakfasts).

This is the foreword to Fuckall's 'Order of Things'

This book first arose out of a passage in Borges, out of the laughter that shattered, as I read the passage, all the familiar landmarks of my thought—our thought, the thought that bears the stamp of our age and our geography—breaking up all the ordered surfaces and all the planes with which we are accustomed to tame the wild profusion of existing things, and continuing long afterwards to disturb and threaten with collapse our age-old distinction between the Same and the Other.

This is quite a claim. Can Fuckall justify it?  

This passage quotes a “certain Chinese encyclopedia” in which it is written that “animals are divided into: (a) belonging to the Emperor, (b) embalmed, (c) tame, (d) sucking pigs, (e) sirens, (f) fabulous, (g) stray dogs, (h) included in the present classification, (i) frenzied, (j) innumerable, (k) drawn with a very fine camelhair brush, (1) et cetera, (m) having just broken the water pitcher, (n) that from a long way off look like flies.”

I suppose what Fuckall means is that Westerners expect to see animals divided by genera and species. However, it is clear that animals may have predicates which are not based on a biological structural causal model. It may be that the Chinese language has ideographs for animals which have these recondite associations or etymologies.  

In the wonderment of this taxonomy, the thing we apprehend in one great leap, the thing that, by means of the fable, is demonstrated as the exotic charm of another system of thought, is the limitation of our own, the stark impossibility of thinking that.

This is not the case. The Chinese have an ancient literary culture. It may be that different ideographs, though treated as synonyms, have recondite allusions known to the cognoscenti.  Borges was a careful writer. He knew that ordinary readers are aware that Chinese written language contains thousands of ideographs each of which might have a canonical commentary or learned association.  

But what is it impossible to think, and what kind of impossibility are we faced with here?

Nothing. We understand that synonyms in our own language may have diverse origins and might originally have had highly context dependent meanings.  

Each of these strange categories can be assigned a precise meaning and a demonstrable content; some of them do certainly involve fantastic entities— fabulous animals or sirens—

nothing wrong with 'Meinongian objects' which we can name but can't locate.  

but, precisely because it puts them into categories of their own, the Chinese encyclopedia localizes their powers of contagion;

They have no such power. If we classify animals as either vertebrates or invertebrates, no 'contagion' occurs. It isn't the case that I actually turn into a worm when I read about animals which don't have a spinal cord.  

it distinguishes carefully between the very real animals (those that are frenzied or have just broken the water pitcher) and those that reside solely in the realm of imagination.

No. The least marked reading of Borges, is that an ideograph for 'animal' may have first been found in a particular canonical work. The cognoscenti would be aware of this. If you want to pass the Civil Service exams, this is the sort of punditry you should display.  

The possibility of dangerous mixtures has been exorcized,

No. A guy might fuck a goat and the goat may have a baby which becomes a Professor of Foucauldian shite by successfully eating that nutter's collected works.  

heraldry and fable have been relegated to their own exalted peaks: no inconceivable amphibious maidens, no clawed wings, no disgusting, squamous epidermis, none of those polymorphous and demoniacal faces, no creatures breathing fire.

Nonsense! By saying 'fabulous creatures' all those bases have been covered.  

The quality of monstrosity here does not affect any real body, nor does it produce modifications of any kind in the bestiary of the imagination;

Surely, the reverse is the case? I am thinking of the fish which inhabits the depths of the Borgesian looking glass. Might it not be the hybrid offspring of an intellectual Frog beating off to his own image in the mirroir sans tain of its own mise en abyme

it does not lurk in the depths of any strange power. It would not even be present at all in this classification had it not insinuated itself into the empty space, the interstitial blanks separating all these entities from one another.

but only in the sense that the mirror-fish has insinuated itself into this Frog's asshole.  

It is not the “fabulous” animals that are impossible,

we don't know if they are incompossible 

since they are designated as such, but the narrowness of the distance separating them from (and juxtaposing them to) the stray dogs, or the animals that from a long way off look like flies.

It may be that words we use interchangeably have different origins or associations. Animal suggests 'having breath' but having 'life breath' can also mean 'possessed of a soul'. Creature suggests something living created by God.  Beast displaced Old English deor but carries with it the sense of something monstrous or uncanny- e.g. a werewolf or a mermaid. I suppose an erudite wordsmith might pay attention to these different shades of meaning. 

What transgresses the boundaries of all imagination, of all possible thought, is simply that alphabetical series (a, b, c, Foucault, Preface – 2 d) which links each of those categories to all the others.

Nonsense! It is merely conventional. It may be that there is a chronological element to this ordering or else that it follows the principle of quoting the most attested or popular first.  However, the impression we receive is that it is arbitrary. By about the time Fuckall published this, Category Theory was coming to accept that 'naturality' was far to seek. This is like Watanabe's 'ugly duckling theorem'. Classification isn't possible without some sort of bias or arbitrariness. 

Moreover, it is not simply the oddity of unusual juxtapositions that we are faced with here.

We expect Chinese literary culture to be different from ours. It is possible that a particular ideogram for 'animal' first appeared in, or is most famously associated with, a discussion of what we would call Russell's paradox. 

We are all familiar with the disconcerting effect of the proximity of extremes,

Not really. Merisms like 'high and low' or 'far and wide' aren't disconcerting at all.  

or, quite simply, with the sudden vicinity of things that have no relation to each other;

we guess at the relation easily enough unless we want to write stupid shite.  

the mere act of enumeration that heaps them all together has a power of enchantment all its own:

We understand that 'enumeratio' is a rhetorical device which aims at amplification.  

“I am no longer hungry,” Eusthenes said. “Until the morrow, safe from my saliva all the following shall be: Aspics, Acalephs, Acanthocephalates, Amoebocytes, Ammonites, Axolotls, Amblystomas, Aphislions, Anacondas, Ascarids, Amphisbaenas, Angleworms, Amphipods, Anaerobes, Annelids, Anthozoans … .”

in other words, the guy doesn't want to eat anything at all.  

But all these worms and snakes,

aspics are a type of jelly made from meat broth  

all these creatures redolent of decay and slime are slithering, like the syllables which designate them, in Eusthenes’ saliva: that is where they all have their common locus, like the umbrella and the sewing-machine on the operating table; startling though their propinquity may be, it is nevertheless warranted by that and by that in, by that on whose solidity provides proof of the possibility of juxtaposition. It was certainly improbable that arachnids, ammonites, and annelids should one day mingle on Eusthenes’ tongue, but, after all, that welcoming and voracious mouth certainly provided them with a feasible lodging, a roof under which to coexist.

There is a genera of insect termed Eusthenes. I don't suppose insects are picky eaters.  

The monstrous quality that runs through Borges’s enumeration consists, on the contrary, in the fact that the common ground on which such meetings are possible has itself been destroyed.

No. We know that the Chinese have lots of ideograms- 50,000 on the last count- and that scholars might be interested in the different associations of different characters which signify 'animal'.  

What is impossible is not the propinquity of the things listed, but the very site on which their propinquity would be possible.

Chinese written language exists. What Borges has written sounds plausible to those of us who don't know it.

The animals “(i) frenzied, (j) innumerable, (k) drawn with a very fine camelhair brush”—where could they ever meet, except in the immaterial sound of the voice pronouncing their enumeration, or on the page transcribing it?

Fuckall didn't know that Chinese characters are ideographic and have 'canonical' associations appreciated by the cognoscenti. We can imagine a Mandarin getting into trouble for using a character which has some impious or inauspicious overtone.  

… When we establish a considered classification, when we say that a cat and a dog resemble each other less than two greyhounds do, even if both are tame or embalmed, even if both are frenzied, even if both have just broken the water pitcher, what is the ground on which we are able to establish the validity of this classification with complete certainty?

We ask a Professor of Chinese. He points out all the reasons why what Borges has written is ignorant and prejudiced and complicit in 'colonial epistemology' and the fact that dicks still exist even though dicks cause RAPE.  

On what “table,” according to what grid of identities, similitudes, analogies, have we become accustomed to sort out so many different and similar things?

The 'table' is that of a Chinese encyclopedia. We have some hazy notion that you had to learn a lot of ideograms and then write an 'eight-legged essay' in order to become a Civil Servant in ancient China.  

What is this coherence—which, as is immediately apparent, is neither determined by an a priori and necessary concatenation, nor imposed on us by immediately perceptible contents?

It is the coherence of Chinese literary culture which we know is more ancient and recondite than our own.  

For it is not a question of linking consequences, but of grouping and isolating, of analyzing, of matching and pigeon-holing concrete contents; there is nothing more tentative, nothing more empirical (superficially, at least) than the process of establishing an order among  things;

That is done in a pragmatic manner. Biology may 'order' animals in one way. A Chinese literary encyclopedia may use a different method. Pragmatism supplies the answer for which Fuckall searches in vain.  

nothing that demands a sharper eye or a surer, better-articulated language; nothing that more insistently requires that one allow oneself to be carried along by the proliferation of qualities and forms.

Sadly, there is no non-arbitrary way of ordering things. One may say, utilitarian considerations aren't arbitrary. But why should my utility matter more than that of an imaginary mirror-fish? The answer is that there is an arbitrary 'uncorrelated asymmetry' which dictates a 'bourgeois strategy'. I am a fat human cunt. I am not an imaginary mirror-fish. I do what is in my own interest.  

And yet an eye not consciously prepared might well group together certain similar figures and distinguish between others on the basis of such and such a difference: in fact, there is no similitude and no distinction, even for the wholly untrained perception, that is not the result of a precise operation and of the application of a preliminary criterion.

That operation or criterion is arbitrary. It has a bias. It lacks 'naturality' unless there is an objective function to be optimized. But that function is still being optimized for some arbitrary subject.  

A “system of elements”—a definition of the segments by which the resemblances and differences can be shown, the types of variation by which those segments can be affected, and, lastly, the threshold above which there is a difference and below which there is a similitude—is indispensable for the establishment of even the simplest form of order.

No. A partial ordering is either useful or it isn't. Pragmatism gets you to focus on making useful distinctions instead of trying to shit higher than your arsehole.  

Order is, at one and the same time, that which is given in things as their inner law,

No. Some silly peeps may have thought so but by the time Fuckall wrote this shite, Math had showed otherwise. What is remarkable of Borges is that he moved in the same direction as Frank Ramsey (or the Tarski who rediscovered C.S Pierce) at about the same time. Perhaps it was inevitable that one steeped in American literature would give up Krausism for Pragmatism. Or maybe the thing was always there in the Math. I don't know. I'm as stupid as shit.  

the hidden network that determines the way they confront one another,

not to mention the way they sodomize each other  

and also that which has no existence except in the grid created by a glance, an examination, a language;

We don't know that. It frequently happens that things we consider to be merely virtual or 'useful fictions' actually exist. The reverse is also the case. Do chains with the strong Markov property actually exist? I don't know. If they do, surely time irreversibility obtains? We need a new physics- maybe constructor theory or something like it.  When I say 'we', obviously, I mean 'smart peeps'. What I need is gastric band surgery. 

and it is only in the blank spaces of this grid that order manifests itself in depth as though already there, waiting in silence for the moment of its expression.

why must it wait in silence? Let it read out its poetry to others of its ilk before they start getting gay with each other.  

The fundamental codes of a culture

don't exist save by arbitrary stipulation 

—those governing its language, its schemas of perception, its exchanges, its techniques, its values, the hierarchy of its practices—establish for every man, from the very first, the empirical orders with which he will be dealing and within which he will be at home. …

Rubbish! If this were true, changing some 'fundamental code'- e.g. changing the rules of grammar such that everything is a verb- would cause dicks to disappear. This will save the Environment which is being incessantly RAPED by Neo-Liberalism. Mind it kindly. Aiyayo.  

Rachel Dwyer on Satyajit Ray

Satyajit Ray had the three hall-marks of genius

1) he was intensely productive and individualistic. He was a true auteur who, as he gained in confidence, took over almost every aspect of film-making. Indeed, he was smart enough to make himself relatively independent of the financiers and distributors. 

2) Ray set limitations on himself the better to develop his strengths. Thus he wouldn't have 'playback singers' or 'item numbers etc. Also, he refused to go in front of the camera precisely because he was so handsome and physically imposing. One may say, by scrupulously observing the limitations he had placed on himself, Ray had made himself truly autonomous and thus able to follow the promptings of his own 'daemon' or native genius, regardless of worldly considerations.  

3) at his best, his art was universal. True we can say 'Piccasso was Spanish. Such and such trait he displays in such and such work, has deep Spanish roots'. But, the fact is, it has deep roots in every other civilization. Ray is like Picasso in this respect. Indeed, he too was a hugely talented painter. On the other hand, it must be admitted that universality doesn't always go with 'kairos' or timeliness. Things may have been different in the Fifties, but after the Chinese invasion in 1962, Ray's films seemed irrelevant or exercises in obfuscation or self-deceit. 

However, mine may be a parochial, desi, view. 

The brilliant Rachel Dwyer writes of Satyajit Ray as 'the mind of Bengal' in Open Magazine

Ray’s powerful cinematic images were my foundation for a sense of India.

This is unlikely. Rachel had seen films set in India on TV as a kid. She thinks she first saw Ray's movies in 1980 when she moved to London to study Sanskrit at SOAS. This suggests an earlier interest in India. Surely she would have read 'Jungle book' and watched the Disney animated movie?  

I could imagine the Bengali countryside by recalling Apu and Durga in the kash grass seeing the train, or understand the beauty of the monsoon by recalling the rain on the pond with music by Ravi Shankar (Pather Panchali, 1955).

Sadly, my own imagined India was based entirely on 'It aint half hot, Mum'. This is because I had actually lived in the place.  

I could envisage the zamindari world by thinking of the chandelier in Jalsaghar (1958), or recall the stylish life of contemporary Calcutta from the trilogy (Pratidwandi, 1970, Seemabaddha, 1971, Jana Aranya, 1975), while seeing love grow in the crumbling world of the middle class (Apur Sansar, 1959) or the older city through the street life glimpsed through the shutters by Charulata (1964) and the splendour of now decaying mansions and their decaying families in it and in Ghare Baire (1984).

I suppose Rachel is saying that she was a serious student. If you study Sanskrit, you stay away from the riff-raff who watch Sholay or Guru Dutt films. Incidentally Sholay was shown on British TV in 1981 or 1982.  

Other highlights included the aesthetics of religion as portrayed in Devi (1960)

Religion is bad unless it is very very boring.  

and encounters of the urban youth with another India in Aranyer Din Ratri (1969).

I have to take my hat off to Rachel. Few Indians showed up when I ran those films at the LSE in 1980. I complained of this to Pamela Cullen at the Indian High Commission. She had heard the same complaint  many times before. My memory is that she suggested I invite some Bengali professors to talk about each film. Their PhD students would feel compelled to show up with their friends.  I explained that Bengali professors ran away when they saw me approach. They may be good hearted, but they don't tolerate stupid Madrasis. 

The stylish world of Uttam Kumar, the film star on the amazing train and Sharmila Tagore’s iconic glasses in Nayak (1966) and of the town of Darjeeling in Kanchenjunga (1962) are among the other lasting impressions of India bequeathed by Ray. Who can forget comparing his Bengali Varanasi in Aparajito (1956) with Joy Baba Felunath (1979)?

Who can forget that the latter film was infinitely worse? 

People have sometimes said I was bound to like Ray because he wasn’t Indian in his aesthetics.

He was a self-hating Indian. His uncle had introduced play-back singing into Indian cinema thus giving it its 'killer app' or u.s.p. Ray stayed away from anything which might make his films popular with Indians. We must keep out the riff-raff, you know.  

Yet, he was indisputably a true Bengali.

Bengal had thrived under the Raj. True Bengalis, like Niradh, yearned for the day Whites returned to rule over them. Not Italian Whites. Any other sort.  

Born in a well-known family and raised in Calcutta, a writer in Bengali (I’m proud to say my basic Bengali has allowed me to read a little)

She probably understands more of what she reads in Bengali because of her solid grounding in Sanskrit.  

and English, his Feluda stories are loved by the bhadralok middle class who admire his films (according to a Bengali famous in the Western academy, Ashis Nandy),

I think Rachel published this article before Nandy published an essay taking down Ray as a deracinated snob. He asked ' Was Ray really Indian? Or was he basically a highly westernized, deracinated cosmopolitan who dealt with Indian themes merely because he happened to live in India?” Nandy, a Christian, suggests that Ray knew little about village India, caste and society.

Other Bengalis suggested that the bhadralok only pretended to like Ray because he was famous in the West.

though they aren’t known in the West.

Ray stands higher in the West than in India.  

Ray was simultaneously at home in Western high culture and in Bengali, though perhaps somewhat unfamiliar with the rest of India.

He got married in Bombay where his Uncle was a leading director. Prithviraj Kapoor attended his wedding.  However, he doesn't seem to have watched many films from the South. 

Ray doesn’t seem to have been comfortable with Western popular culture,

he says he was a big fan of the popular films of the Thirties and Forties. Deanna Durbin was a particular favorite perhaps because, like Ray's wife, she was a gifted soprano.  

his admiration being for European art cinema rather than Hollywood.

He admired the Italian neo-realists. Then Nehru and Marie Seton got Rossellini to make 'Matri Bhumi'. Sadly, that Latin Lothario eloped with Bimal Roy's niece.  

Nor do his films showcase contemporary popular culture—he seems to have enjoyed the old-fashioned Europeans such as Miss Gilby (Jennifer Kendal) in Ghare Baire rather than the hippies of Pratidwandi.

Ray's generation hated the hippies. They showed no color consciousness.  

The latter and Jana Aranya show the grim realities of contemporary Calcutta and the boredom that ensues, while Seemabaddha depicts the shallowness of the allegedly glamorous lives of some the Calcutta elite.

Ray was following a long tradition of elitists scolding the slightly less elite. Think of Madhusudhan's 'Ekei Ki Boley Sabyata'. Still, anything in which Sharmila Tagore appears is worth watching. Her son too is a great actor. 

In Aranyer Din Ratri, the male group of modern, educated and seemingly ‘Westernised’ youth that travels from the city, is selfish and insensitive, and crass in seeking thrills in the forest.

They are tourists. Tourists are bad. Why can't they be Maoists instead?  

Aparna (Sharmila Tagore) is composed and dignified, even when seeing them bathing in their underwear or dancing the twist at night, deliberately loses the memory game and has an impressively cool book and record collection. The story is again from literature (it is based loosely on a novel by Sunil Ganguly), but seems very Western in its characters and style.

It has a dated, Fifties, feel. By 1970, tribal areas were seen as centers of Naxal activity. Jayprakash Narayan had begun his dialogue with the Maoists in Bihar in that year.  Still, it could be seen as a critique of the 'urban bourgeoisie' or something of that sort. 

It is easy to see why Ray’s films were classed as arthouse in the West.

They couldn't be classed as entertainment. If they weren't art, what were they?  

In Calcutta, they were screened in cinemas which showed regular Bengali films, whose audiences in the 1950s and 1960s didn’t watch much Hindi cinema, but enjoyed middle-class Bengali films, including the Uttam-Suchitra romances.

Ray did get Bengali audiences but those audiences didn't get much out of Ray. 

Ray doesn’t fit into the history of Bengali cinema in Calcutta, always standing apart.

He does. His uncle was the cinematographer of Tagore's one and only venture into film. Ray praised Ravi Shankar's eldest brothers experimental 'Kalpana'. Ray went in the opposite direction to his Uncle- Nitin Bose. Thanks to Marie Seton, he was seen as Nehru's favorite director. Indira, a fellow Shantiniketan alumni, had a soft spot for him. Thus he was India's official 'Art Cinema' auteur. Ray was wise enough to hedge his bets. He made some commercial movies in the early Sixties and later made a good enough fist of 'Sociological' movies in the Brahmo, Tagorean, tradition.  

The true heirs of the New Theatres were those who migrated to make Hindi films in Bombay, such as Bimal Roy, Hrishikesh Mukherjee and Shakti Samanta.

and Ray's uncle Nitin Bose. Ganga Jamuna was a big hit in 1961.  

The loss of the audiences of East Pakistan was probably a major factor in these directors looking for wider audiences, though they continued their relationship with the Bengali cultural world and worked closely with other Bengalis.

The Bengalis felt that Mumbai had more venture capital and a more entrepreneurial culture.  

In the 1970s, the Bombay Bengali filmmakers, including Hrishikesh Mukherjee and a younger generation, made middle-class or middle-brow cinema, often remaking Bengali films.

There had been a migration from Calcutta to Bombay even in the Thirties. Bengal had talent but less entrepreneurship. Still, generally speaking, Bengali films were remade in Hindi rather than the other way around.  

RAY HAS CLEAR links to the world of Bengali literature.

If he took his time, he could 'story-board' Bengali novellas like nobody else. One might say that Hindi Cinema offers an ersatz 'Bengaliness' which, I suppose, those who know the real thing might find meretricious.  

He made films based on the fiction of the most highly regarded Bengali authors, including Tagore and Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay, as did Tapan Sinha who drew also on Tagore and many others. Shankar (Mani Shankar Mukherjee) provided the stories for two of Ray’s Calcutta Trilogy—Seemabaddha and Jana Aranya—but also films for other directors, including the wonderful but non-art film Chowringhee (1968), with many of the great stars of Bengali cinema: Uttam Kumar, Supriya Devi, Utpal Dutt and Biswajeet.

Bengal has always had a surplus of talent. The allegation is that their producers were short-sighted or just looking for a tax write-off.  

It’s striking that Ray eschewed the most popular Bengali author for adaptations, that is Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay,

perhaps because Ray wasn't comfortable with strong roles for women.  

whose many novels and stories were made into Bengali films, notably Devdas (many versions), Krishnakanter Will (1932 and 2007), Rajalakshmi O Srikanta (1958), and Hindi films, some of the latter by Bimal Roy—Parineeta (1953), Biraj Bahu (1954), Devdas (1955)—as did the 1970s Bengali and Bengali-influenced directors who made Majhli Didi (1967), Choti Bahu (1971), Khushboo (1975), Swami (1977). It would be fascinating to know more about why he didn’t use these famous works and how he chose others.

Sharat's work is psychologically complex. Ray was like Tagore, he threw so mighty a shadow that no intricacy of emotion was possible, more particularly for women, in his shade.  


Ray made many historical films, including the classic Jalsaghar, whose use of classical music and the crumbling world of the zamindar makes it among my favourites,

It is terrible. If you have Begum Akhtar- who started off as a film actress- you should get one or two specially commissioned ghazals to ensure the movie will be a super-hit.  

or his Tagore-stories (Teen Kanya (1961), Charulata, Ghare Baire).

Charulata is good. Ghare Baire was terrible.  

His Calcutta Trilogy can be compared to Mrinal Sen’s, whose trilogy is more radically arthouse.

It was more 'radical' but Sen changed direction later on. There was less to him than met the eye. Still, he launched Mithun.  

The fame of Ritwik Ghatak, regarded by some as a greater filmmaker than Ray,

one of his films was. He was a Jungian.  

has remained mostly among Bengalis and cinephiles. Even though the British Film Institute has issued DVDs of some of his films, and an excellent book in their ‘Classics’ series on Meghe Dhaka Tara (by Manishita Dass), his films have not found an audience in the West.

It is said that Congress and the Communists ganged up to make him unpopular in his native Bengal.  

Ray tried to promote him, but they differed temperamentally and occasionally clashed.

Ghatak got into films before Ray did. However, unlike Ray, Ghatak was seen as political. He couldn't be a 'sarkari' director. 

Rachel goes on to show her considerable knowledge of Ray's influence on contemporary Bengali cinema which, however, will be of little interest to non-Bengalis. 

The following, however, is interesting- 

Martin Scorsese says his Taxi Driver was influenced by Ray’s Abhijan (1962),

which was a commercial success. It is very well cut and has Waheeda Rehman. It is said that Ray took on the project for a friend who got cold feet. I suppose, under the Studio system, Ray would have produced a whole bunch of successful 'noir' type movies while still getting big budgets for prestigious or passion projects. As in other industries where Bengal previously had the lead, the quality of indigenous entrepreneurship was somewhat lacking. The rise and rise of Telugu Cinema has a lot to do with the success of the 'Andhrapreneur'.  

while others, including Francis Ford Coppola and Wes Anderson, have praised his work fulsomely.

Coppola's 'Godfather' has been hugely influential in India.  

Very few cultural figures from India were widely known in the West before Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children and the subsequent interest in Indian English literature.

I think that is still true. Vikram Seth seems to have stopped writing. Rushdie has just brought out yet another big big book.  

Before the 1980s, the only household names I recall were Rabindranath Tagore, Ravi Shankar and Satyajit Ray.

Ravi Shankar did the music for a film by Chetan Anand which, I believe, was the first Indian film to win an international award (at Cannes). But it wasn't released in India because it was miserabilist shit.  

It’s striking that the three acclaimed figures were all Bengali upper-caste men.

They were from families deeply engaged in the Arts. Tagore came to Okakura and Rothenstein's attention through his nephew who was an artist. Ravi Shankar was the younger brother of Uday Shankar whose dance troupe was internationally famous. Ray's uncle was Nitin Bose for whom his wife had acted and done some play-back singing. 

Is the work of Ray another case of Bengali exceptionalism?

No. It is a case of Bengal's decline. Ray was considered great in the West, not in Bengal. By the late Twenties, Bengali poets had rejected Tagore for T.S Elot. Ravi Shankar was the music director for AIR in Delhi before he started touring internationally. Previously he was in Mumbai where he did the music for 'Dharti ki Lal'. His connection with Bengal was somewhat tenuous. By contrast, Ray- like his father and grandfather- remained rooted in Calcutta whose literature and cultural scene he greatly enriched. 

Bengal’s sense of (not entirely unjustified) cultural superiority makes many Bengalis comfortable in their own culture as well as in others.

They were culturally superior to the rest of us. Indeed, in our hearts, we still think that is true. The problem is that many Bengalis pretend to have read obscure authors or seen art movies. We can't tell the bluffers from the genuine article.  

They keep pre-war British food traditions alive and about 90 per cent of the queue outside 221B Baker Street is for those waiting to see the home of a Bengali who happened to be born British.

There is a very good Tibetan writer who has conclusively proved (to my mind) that Holmes was a Tibetan Yogi of some very advanced description.  

Ray’s films guide us through Bengali culture from the nineteenth century adaptation of Western ideas and culture,

No. He gives us a glimpse of the Tagores' rejection of the legacy of Dwarkanath.  

through communist and leftist eras,

Not really. He had a vague sense that he ought to be on the side of the Naxals. But he had little understanding- perhaps he had little interest in- what was actually happening.  

to the loss of Calcutta’s status as a global city,

because the Brits left.  

economic powerhouse and India’s cultural heartland.

It wasn't the heartland. It was a 'City of Palaces' where new Western (but also Eastern- e.g. from Japan) ideas were first introduced. But resisting the partition of Bengal was a mistake. The bhadralok, despite Tagore's warnings, insisted on slitting their own throats again and again. Perhaps Mamta will stem the rot. Calcutta is still the Indian City with the biggest and most promising economic hinterland. It is more livable than Dacca and can rise swiftly because plenty of 'low hanging fruit' are available.  

Bengal has been apart from the rest of India in many ways, seeing itself as a leader more than an equal.

The founder of the current ruling party was the son of Sir Ashutosh. That's one reason Modi is so keen to win over the Bengalis.  

Bengal has even followed its own unique politics, from Netaji to Didi.

Netaji and his brother failed. Didi is far smarter. She will use the Muslims. She won't become their dupe. I say that with fingers crossed.  

One can only speculate how Ray would show the current political shifts whose results will coincide with his birth centenary.

Nonsense! Ray would show that Modi is Hitler. Mamta would pat him on the back. Rahul will explain that the real meaning of 'Abhijaan' is India should break up. The problem with the buddhijivi is that they need a foreign hand to lick or one to give them awards for being too proud to lick a hand nobody wants slobbered over. The rest of the time, they enjoy scolding everybody for being Bengali or not being Bengali enough. 


Decanting Kant's cant.

 The Point has a good article on Kant's 300th birth anniversary in which different philosophers highlight different quotations from the great philosopher which they personally found enlightening. 

It begins by looking at Kant's notion of an aesthetic idea- 

By an aesthetic idea … I mean that representation of the imagination that occasions much thinking though without it being possible for any determinate thought, i.e., concept, to be adequate to it, which, consequently, no language fully attains or can make intelligible.

Suppose I hear that the auditors are going to make a surprise inspection tomorrow. I start imagining various scenarios. Suppose, they are going to check the Sales ledger. In that case, I am safe because I'm in charge of purchasing. But what if they focus on office expenses? They might find out I am buying toner from my brother-in-law. So what? I'm actually getting a discount and can prove it. Still... they might get suspicious. They might uncover some thing else. What if they frame me? Could that happen? No. I'm getting worked up over nothing. Nevertheless, I have a vague sense of unease. I can't put my forebodings into words. You could say, I have a visceral intuition rather than anything reasoned or effable.

Is this an 'aesthetic idea'? No. It is an intension whose extension is unknown. Indeed, the elderly janitor, who doesn't know what the word 'auditor' means, might share this feeling with the Purchasing Manager. If we have little knowledge of future states of the world, our thinking is bound to be 'uncorseted by concepts'. However, in an aesthetic field, we might have a lot of knowledge about what will happen next. We may gain pleasure from some novelty or 'surprisal' in how that inevitable sequence is played out. We may not have a good structural causal model of how the trick is worked, in which case we might say 'this moves me for a reason I can't put into words' but we might nod our heads politely if a Scientist says 'I measured your brain waves. At time t, the singer introduced a surprising micro-note , this stimulated such and such receptor in your amygdala. That's why you liked this song so much.'       

Michel Chaouli takes a different view. He asks us to         

savor the fact that this man, so maniacally devoted to conceptual rigor, opens the view to a field—an “immeasurable field,” he adds a page later—of a form of thinking uncorseted by concepts. This thinking that happens in aesthetic experience is of a kind that “no language … can make intelligible”—unintelligible thinking. Yet it is not nonsense; it is not madness or divine possession or Bacchic transport or any of the other things philosophers have called the experience of art. No, it is thinking. And take Kant at his word: thinking is active, continuous, present. Often it stiffens into thought, which is just thinking in the past. But not here.

A lot of our brain activity isn't linguistic. Equally, we may be talking without thinking or while thinking of something else. Kant wasn't a fool. He understood this.  

Here the imagination is in the driver’s seat.

Just as it is if you are alone at night in a spooky place. 

It is productive. It is poetic, in the word’s ancient sense, which is why Kant says that poetry is the true home of aesthetic ideas.

Surely that is rather a banal observation? Poetry is supposed to be beautiful or profound or some such thing. Sadly, that is seldom the case.  

Poetry produces poetic thinking, thinking that eludes the grasp of concepts. It puts into words what cannot be made intelligible by words alone.

Because though we can name feelings or describe them well enough, there is no verbal formula which is interchangeable with a feeling or an experience. 

Now you pause and relish the reward of slogging through 49 sections: a vista of an immeasurable field of thinking out of the reach of the very philosophy that discovered it.

Sadly, there is no such reward.

Sergio Tenenbaum draws our attention to the following passage from 'Religion within the bounds of Reason'- 

'We may presuppose evil as subjectively necessary in every human being,

this may be a dogma of our religion. We may pay it lip service but we need not ponder the matter too deeply. Dogmas are merely shibboleths or 'uncorrelated asymmetries' enabling us to distinguish those of our sect from others.  

even the best. Now, since this propensity must itself be considered morally evil,

Why?  We train out soldiers to kill. We endow them with a propensity which, ordinarily speaking, would be evil. But we do so for a good purpose. The fact that our soldiers are known to be very good at killing might itself prevent any large scale violence. A propensity or natural tendency is not good or evil if some check upon it supervenes. Our soldiers are trained to only use violence when the rules of war permit. 

hence not a natural predisposition but something that a human being can be held accountable for,

I have a natural tendency to fart. However, at some point in childhood, I was taught to repress this natural tendency when in the company of others.  I might be forgiven for inadvertently letting one rip on one social occasion but I may find myself ostracized if I make a habit of it. 

and consequently must consist in maxims of the power of choice contrary to the law and yet, because of freedom, such maxims must be viewed as accidental, a circumstance that would not square with the universality of the evil at issue unless their supreme subjective ground were not in all cases somehow entwined with humanity itself and, as it were, rooted in it;

Nonsense! Kant's problem was that he hadn't studied the law. He didn't understand that judgments are defeasible. To be fair, it wasn't till relatively recently that mathematical category theory showed why 'naturality' or 'non-arbitrariness' is far to seek. The Eighteenth Century had a naive faith in 'natural law' and even 'natural religion'.  

so we can call this ground a natural propensity to evil, and, since it must nevertheless always come about through one’s own fault, we can further even call it a radical innate evil in human nature.

One call anything by any name. That does not alter reality.  

Sergio writes-

Kant’s views here are taken by many philosophers to be an impossible attempt to have it both ways. Kant seems to be arguing that evil is necessarily attributed to each of us, apparently rooted in human nature. And yet at the same time he claims that evil is freely chosen: each of us is fully responsible for this unavoidable human predicament. But how is this possible? How could a condition “entwined with humanity itself” be something that “come[s] about through one’s own fault”?

Negligence or malice. I should have taken a shit before attending your dinner party. My negligence caused me to fart and stink up the place. However, my shitting myself was a definite act of malice.  

Nonetheless I always found this passage to contain a powerful insight into the human condition. It is not only Kant who needs to have it both ways; we all do.

No. We have a propensity and receive training to suppress it. However, we may suffer an accident though there may be a degree of personal negligence. The law clarifies such matters. If I didn't shit myself on purpose, you may still have a have an action in tort against me. I was negligent in not emptying my bowels before attending your dinner party. My defense is that I was drunk off my head. Sadly, since I had no business rendering myself so hopelessly intoxicated, my defense fails.  

The high ideals that we set for ourselves are indeed unattainable,

which is why we keep shitting ourselves at dinner parties- right?  

and yet we betray our freedom if we do not own up to every particular failure of our agency.

No. We misuse our freedom. A dinner party isn't the right place to take a shit.  

Not seeing that these ideals are unattainable, let alone thinking that one has attained them, is a form of moral arrogance or fanaticism that blinds us to the real obstacles for moral progress.

That's a stretch. Still, it is true that by focusing on not shitting ourselves at dinner parties, we neglect our duty to show solidarity with trans people by undergoing gender reassignment surgery.  

Yet not seeing that our failures are imputable to us is a form of self-satisfaction that lets us rationalize our shortcomings as vicissitudes of human nature.

My failure to chop my own balls off is a vicissitude of human nature.  

It is certainly difficult to find a path here between arrogance and rationalization. Whether or not Kant succeeded in doing so, it is undeniably to his credit that he saw that such a path must be there.

There is no such path. There is merely virtue signaling. The fact is I have vowed not to undergo gender reassignment surgery till every last starving disabled Guatemalan lesbian goat has been provided with this vital service. 

Keren Gorodeisky highlights Kant's notion of '“sensus communis,” which Kant identifies with taste. What is this sensus communis? It is “the idea of a communal sense, i.e., a faculty for judging that in its reflection takes account (a priori) of everyone else’s way of representing in thought.”'

We say a person has 'good taste' if they correctly identify the Schelling focal solution to coordination and discoordination games. Thus if you are dining with snobs, you show good taste by praising the vintage wine that has been carefully selected by your host. You show bad taste by demanding Coca Cola. 

If Kant is right,

He isn't. He lived long ago and thus didn't know about game theory.  

our widespread aesthetic sociality and the risk of aesthetic alienation are not a happenstance—a result of the way we happened to organize our lives, the fact of the vast world of beauty or the shortness of our lives.

The fact is we have prudential or mercenary reasons for wishing to be in part of this clique or else to clearly advertise that we will have nothing to do with it. Economics explains this.  

They are already there every time each of us appreciates beauty, whether we are alone or together.

It is useful to cultivate a propensity for correctly identifying 'focal solutions' or more simply to have good 'Tardean mimetics'- i.e. an instinct to copy superiors. If everybody is drinking vintage wine and talking about Proust, drink wine and say 'honestly, I feel I walking through the world like a blind man till I read 'Remembrance'.'  

To appreciate, for Kant, is already to speak to you as a “you” and as different from “me”;

No. Kant wasn't stupid. He knew that people with good taste like to appreciate good things with other decent people. He feels there is a 'we' which gains greater enjoyment than could be possible on a solitary or adversarial basis.  

it requires that I acknowledge others as those who can either agree or disagree with me, as other members of the same potential community.

There is no such notion in Kant. He was cool with the Enlightened despot or the refined 'Beamten' of Civil Servant who sets the pattern for society. He didn't think anybody had any obligation to acknowledge the alterity of the Lesbian Guatemalan goat.  

And it is by experiencing beauty and art that we experience this fundamental connection between us and our necessary “separateness” (in Stanley Cavell’s coinage).

Bullshit! We like watching our favorite films while cuddling with our wife or kiddies on the couch. Equally, our enjoyment of a soccer match is greater if we are part of the crowd.  

Simone de Beauvoir calls it “the miracle of literature”:

that miracle is that her books can't actually bore you to death though they can put you to sleep quickly enough.  

“that an other truth becomes mine without ceasing to be other. I renounce my own ‘I’ in favor of the speaker; and yet I remain myself.”

Sartre started off as a stand-up comic. Sadly, Simone would keep interrupting him to say 'I'm renouncing myself!'  Thus the fellow was obliged to take up philosophy. 

No wonder, then, that Kant’s aesthetics influenced thinkers like de Beauvoir and Hannah Arendt,

who lacked a penis and thus had to pretend to understand Heidegger- whom Arendt had actually fucked.  

who explore the political and social aspects of human existence.

because exploring Outer Space requires actual intelligence 

No wonder it is still relevant for us today.

Coordination and discoordination games are important. As David Lewis points out, Conventions are Schelling focal solutions to the former. The 'moral inversion' we see on woke campuses is a 'discoordination game' which will end when non-STEM subjects are defunded. 

Perhaps, had Frank Ramsey had lived, we Anglo-Saxons would have a Pragmatic, game theoretic, 'Law & Econ' which would 'de-Kant' (as Binmore puts it) Social Choice and Political Philosophy. But anyone can figure out what that would be for themselves. It is easy enough to decant Kant's wine and get rid of two centuries of holier-than-thou cant. 

Personally I found this passage from a paper by Prof. Gier illuminating- 

Though this representation [of heaven and hell] is figurative, and, as such disturbing, it is nonetheless philosophically correct in meaning. That is, it serves to prevent us from regarding good and evil, the realm of light and realm of darkness, as bordering on each other and as losing themselves in one another by gradual steps. . . but rather to represent those realms as being separated from one another by an immeasurable gulf

'...there is the belief in the coincidence of eschaton and noumenon, that means that the "end" already exists in an atemporal state of moral perfection. We find this view in works as far apart as Lectures on Philosophical Theology, Foundations of the Metaphysics of Morals (hereafter Foundations), and parts of Religion. In these passages the operative phrase is "kingdom of ends," an ideal moral realm in which each rational being is automatically a member. During the winter of 1783-84 Kant introduced this idea: "If all men speak the truth, then a system of ends is possible among them" (LPT 140; cf. 41). This view continues in Foundations, where the noumenal kingdom of ends, consisting of self-legislating rational beings, contrasts with a phenomenal realm of heteronomous beings obedient to an external law. Again, membership is not granted by God, but is acquired by reason: "He is fitted to be a member in a possible realm of ends to which his own nature already destined him" (F, 54). Even though Religion introduces a significantly different eschatology, Kant's initial view is still present: "The constant seeking for the kingdom of God would be equivalent to knowing oneself to be already in possession of this kingdom"; and we must "consider ourselves always as chosen citizens of a divine ethical state" (R 61, 93).'