Be Very Afraid, or Not

Book Review: The Terror of Existence: From Ecclesiastes to Theatre of the Absurd, by Theodore Dalrymple and Kenneth Francis, 157pp, New English Review Press, 2018

by James Como (December 2018)

Untitled, Zdzislaw Beksinski, 1984



There is no discussion of ‘existentialism’. Is it, as a stance or a mode of perception, necessarily deformative, as Francis seems to suggest? And always atheistic (which is simply mistaken)? Francis spends much time rightly attacking the absurdity, the sheer irrationality, of a purely materialistic cosmos: so much time, in fact, that the idea comes to seem reductionist. Yet through Francis we do understand, if not terror then certainly unease. For example, we feel it in his treatment of Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart,” in which an obsession to murder cannot trump conscience. This contrasts with Meursault’s murder of the Arab in Camus’s The Stranger, since Meursault was exactly not obsessive and has no conscience. (Tellingly, Dalrymple finds that tale “insincere” from the very first line: “Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday: I can’t be sure.”)


The atheist Dalrymple has a good deal more fun than his colleague; in fact, his objective is always to have fun when it is to be had. For example, Gulliver’s Travels, in all its bitter denunciation of everything under the sun—unlike the author of Ecclesiastes, Swift is not resigned—is enjoyable; such scorn at least evidences a norm, even if it is left unsatisfied. And who but Dalrymple could adduce “an Ugandan tribe called the Ik”who, after eviction from their tribal lands, became “a collection of psychopaths,” or instruct us to ponder theodicy when we’ve completed Gulliver. Be consoled, he instructs. Moreover, since “the exposure of evil is a transcendent goal that gives meaning to life,” just so do we read Gulliver “with a song in our hearts.” And Francis, re-configuring “The Tell-Tale Heart” into a happy fable entitled ‘A Heart of Gold’, reminds us that it “doesn’t have the same appeal, does it?” Unlike Sartre’s Nausea. Francis reminds us that the hero in that, Roquetin, disappears “into the abyss of the grotesque,” for “the burden of responsibility of existential freedom is overwhelming.” Such is the terror of a Godless worldview.


The difference between the two men suggests intersecting axes. Dalrymple reads horizontally, so to speak. Literature is terrain, so let us enjoy exploring it on its terms. Francis is a vertical reader. If the work does not lead to, depend upon, or at least assume something—actually Someone—up there, then it is desolate: not worthless, exactly, but—to use a distinction from C. S. Lewis, himself a crypto-existentialist—to be ‘contemplated’, not enjoyed from the inside. (Maybe that is why I find Dalrymple the more congenial of the two, even though I share Francis’s religious conviction.)


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The Abolition of Man, virtually agrees. Such is the state of a post-Christian world, and it is best that we Christians see it.


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Inevitably during this conversation, a reader will compare and contrast the authors. Dalrymple seems to know a study (as opposed to advocacy) when he sees one, as with Ionesco’s Le Roi Se Meurt, to him a “depiction and exploration” of a man who cannot control death. Comparing Berenger, the king, to the Azande tribe of the Sudan who sees illness and death as the result of malevolent magic, Dalrymple reminds us that death is not (as we’ve come to see it) an “injustice, or an infringement of rights.” Rather the real problem is the loss of the ars moriendi. (Does that loss begin with Nietzsche?)


Still, I would have put the most powerful essay last, notwithstanding chronology, Francis’s “Nietzsche’s ‘Parable of the Madman’: what happens when you unchain the earth from the sun.” His quotations from Nietzsche are apt, both representative and telling: the abject terror from the page is contagious. (Even in translation, Nietzsche is a very great writer.) More so is Francis’s summary of Western civilization as it now stands: ‘depraved’, ‘satanic,’ ‘deviant’. He quotes Anthony Esolen: “What is the worst thing about living near an open sewer?” he asks, answering, “you no longer notice it.” Finally, Francis has us feeling sorry for Nietzsche, whose lunatic plea—“oh come back, My unknown god”—is close to the sanest thought he ever muttered. He closes by citing Dalrymple, who reminds us of our abundance of freedom, of choices, and of entertainment—unexcelled in all history—and yet, “on the other hand, never have so many people felt anxious and depressed, and resorted to pills to ease their distress.”


In short, what Walker Percy (like Dalrymple a medical man, though he never practiced) tells us holds true:


What man is cannot be grasped by the science of man.
The case is rather that man’s science is one of the things
that man does, a mode of existence. . . . Man is not merely
a higher organism responding to and controlling his environ-
ment. He is . . . that being in the world whose calling it is to
find a name for Being, to give testimony to it, and to provide
for it a clearing.


Francis knows the most important truth, so what is there to fear? (Well, you say, there is Hell: but that’s rational.) Withal Dalrymple does not seem at all terrified—and given what he’s seen clinically why should he be?


After having (and providing) some fun by ripping Freud, the doctor concludes his essay on Hamlet with, “what seems to me certain is that [he], and by extension all of humanity, has a mystery . . . I am not any nearer myself to plucking it out. Furthermore, I would not care to pluck it if I could.”





James Como is the author, most recently, of The Tongue is Also a Fire: Essays on Conversation, Rhetoric and the Transmission of Culture . . . and on C. S. Lewis (New English Review Press, 2015). His forthcoming book, from the Oxford University Press, is C.S. Lewis: A Very Short Introduction.

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