Saturday, December 27, 2025

The limits of narrative control: "Kirkland" by Sarah Anderson (Best American Short Stories 2025)

If you've ever dabbled in cognitive therapy, you've probably encountered this adage from Epictetus that is thousands of years old: "Men are disturbed not by things, but the views which they take of them." There's a lot of truth in it, and the idea, as well as cognitive therapy in general, are fairly empowering. It's a philosophy that gives a lot of agency to its adherents. I might not be able to control what happens, but I can control how I react to it. Many people probably live happy lives thinking this way.

The problem is that sometimes, events happen that are so powerfully damaging, they stretch the ability to control them through our thoughts to and past the breaking point. For example, if a fascist leader sends you to a concentration camp, there's not much agency you can obtain by trying to re-cast your detainment into your own narrative. That's why the movie La Vita e Bella, as much as it was loved, is probably the stupidest movie I've ever seen. It is a maximally "the story you tell yourself controls your destiny" type of movie. When the main character and his son are sent to a concentration camp, the main character manages to save his son by convincing him it's all a survival game. If this were actually the world we lived in, then life really would be beautiful, as the title of the movie suggests.

A would-be Roberto Benigni tells herself stories


The unnamed narrator of "Kirkland" (N from here on) seems to be a devotee of Epictetus, whether she's aware of it or not. Or maybe she's influenced by the school of La Vita e Bella and thinks that life can be whatever we imagine it to be. She's not too fussy about separating fact from fiction. If a story makes her happy, she runs with it. The most obvious example is Kirkland, the name of all Costco-brand products. N thinks it's a real place, and she imagines it as an isthmus full of abundance. (Fun fact: N is right that Kirkland is a real place. It's a city in Washington, the former headquarters of Costco, and it very nearly, but not quite, qualifies as an isthmus, as it's along the shores of Lake Washington and does bump into the lake ever so slightly. So N is almost right, even if it's for the wrong reasons.)


 

Other mistaken beliefs that N holds include thinking Jon Bon Jovi's full name is Bon Jovi. (I think a lot of 80s kids had that mistaken belief.) She mispronounces words like "soldering." Her parents do not bother to disabuse her of her fantasies. Maybe they think that if these things make her happy, there's no need to let inconvenient facts ruin her enjoyable world. 

One person happy to tell her she's wrong is her boyfriend Damian, her possibly-statutory-rapist-depending-on-the-laws-of-the-state, four-years-older-than-the-seventeen-year-old narrator, boyfriend. The story opens with him telling N that she doesn't know how the real world works. He's a total knob, but he's probably not completely mistaken about that assessment. 

N actually brags to herself about her ability to control how she feels based on what she tells herself. At one point, she claims that, “You can make yourself fall in and out of love with people pretty easily, I’ve found, if you have a strong sense of narrative arc and choose the right moments.” She does this with Damian. When she needs to love him less, she thinks of his many bad qualities. When she needs to love him more, she focuses on his few good ones. 

Later on, she makes a similar, though broader claim: 

“One good thing about me is that I’m extremely adaptable. I can adjust to new circumstances before they even happen. When I start to sense a person pulling away from me, I immediately imagine my life without them. The hobbies and TV shows I could use to fill the time left by their absence. I could take up fencing and win a scholarship to a fancy college, my breasts smushed into hard white pancakes. I could commit to watching every episode of The Sopranos so people could finally stop telling me, “You should really watch The Sopranos.” I could become a dowser, follow my quivering rod for miles and miles until it led me to an oasis in the middle of the desert that only I knew about. I would bend down, cup my hands, and drink.”


She thinks, in other words, that if her life starts to go one way or the other, she can adapt to it by convincing herself that she's fine with whatever way it goes.  

The limits of N's control

So N thinks she's in control of her own mind by virtue of the stories she tells herself. But a trauma is about to strike that will test the limits of what she can control through her inner life. 

In fact, there are chinks in her narrative armor long before Chloe goes missing. She recalls a teacher she had in second grade, Ms. Klein, who was fired for conducing an experiment that taught the kids too tough of a life lesson. For N, this year in second grade was about her best introduction to "the real world." The class carried out a year long economic experiment resembling uncontrolled capitalism, one that ended up creating a lower class of "homeless" students who lost their desks and had to work on the floor. N's father doesn't object to the experiment, thinking of it as the "school of hard knocks." N struggles, but eventually comes out on top of the experiment, while Chloe simply refuses to compete, happily living out her life on the floor. 

Ms. Klein also helps N learn the value of "facts," the real-world antithesis of the fantasies that N creates inside her head in order to exact control over the world. Ms. Klein has lied to all of the children, saying that if they all have her over to their house for dinner, she will bring them to see her ostrich farm. N spends the year learning facts about ostriches. Among those facts are that the common myth about ostriches--that they bury their heads in the sand in order to avoid having to see things they don't want to see--isn't true. Even ostriches don't just see what they want to see. 

N finds, during the stressful meal when Ms. Klein comes to dinner, that reciting the facts actually helps to keep her calm. So she tells herself fantasies to achieve mental control over the real world, but also, simply acknowledging real things has a similar effect. So what superiority does her fantasy world have?

N's attempts to use mind over matter fail her, in fact, when Chloe goes missing. She tries to think of the things about Chloe she didn't like, so her disappearance won't affect her so much, but N finds she can only think of the good things, including some of the quasi-erotic thoughts she's had about Chloe. 

The union of fact and fantasy as a possible system of control

Dad has an interesting theory about human nature that he shares when Ms. Klein is over for dinner. He thinks all people can be plotted on a grid consisting of four elements. First, they are all either hard or soft. Second, they are all either "lizard" or "mouse." We don't get an explanation of these categories, but we can maybe guess their rough meanings. This charting of human nature seems to be how Dad exerts his control over the world, by creating a theory and applying it. It's a facts-based approach, but one that involves a creative analysis of the facts to put them into a pattern. Maybe his theory actually provides us, the readers, with a key to resolving the tension between fact-first and fantasy-first mentalities as the best way to deal with highly destabilizing events. 

Whatever these things mean, it's probably something like this: A lizard is a hunter, while a mouse is a hider/avoider. A hard lizard is a strong type-A personality, while a soft lizard might occasionally relent from trying to take the world by the throat. A soft mouse (Chloe?) might live eternally in fantasy land, while a hard mouse might lean toward fantasy but be able to accept cold, hard facts when necessary. When it comes to the choice between applying "real world" logic or "fantasy Kirkland" logic, maybe the strongest people will be those who combine contrasting categories. A soft lizard or a hard mouse, let's say. 

That is to say, it's best to find some union between fantasy and fact. Both can offer comfort. Both can help us to find some level of control over an uncontrollable world. Facts give us science, with its ability to control the natural world and bring about better outcomes. Fiction gives us the ability to at least try to cope with the disasters that we cannot avoid through our use of facts. If you're naturally a mouse (given to fantasy, let's say, like N), it's good to mix in a little fact, to be a hard mouse. If you're a natural lizard, like Damian with his command of the number of grams of protein in a Costco hot dog, maybe you could use a little softening. Dad might be a good mix, since he both uses his rational mind and isn't opposed to the "school of hard knocks," but he also sees no reason to correct his daughter's fantasies. 

There are two examples of N seeking this union between fact and fiction. One is her predilection for magazines like Cosmo, which are a blend of factoids and the fantasies of glamor and beauty they sell. The other is in her brother Raymond. When N finds that her ability to control her thoughts through self-will fails her, she looks to Raymond. Raymond has been working on and off for years on a documentary about an alien abduction that happened to kids in Zimbabwe. Many of those kids, unable to deal with the trauma of what took place, have taken to drugs and gone crazy. Raymond isn't sure he believes them, but he's sure that "something happened." Raymond, by making a documentary (non-fiction) about a strange and probably fictional event, is trying to make fact and fantasy go together.  

The same is true of Chloe's mysterious disappearance. Something, of course, happened. But what? The children in Raymond's documentary don't have facts, and the (likely) fiction they've created of an alien abduction isn't comforting. There was very likely some traumatic event, but they aren't able to come to grips with it, either with facts or with a story. 

That's exactly where N is with Chloe. She and Chloe had been drifting apart late in high school, but N was the last person Chloe reached out to before she went missing. N, miffed at Chloe for getting a tattoo without her, didn't answer, so now she has to live the rest of her life wondering if she would have known what happened to Chloe if she had just answered the phone. She doesn't even get the closure of a tragic event, like Chloe dying in a car accident. She gets complete open-endedness. 

 That tattoo was of a ghost. N had been wanting to get her first tattoo with Chloe. N's dream tattoo was of a stylish ghost, not a Halloween spooky ghost, along with the words "give up the ghost." She likes that phrase because it's a strange way to say "die," because it has a long history going back to the King James Bible, and because it can also refer to machines. It is, in other words, a good blend of fact and fiction, of the real world and fantasy. As a tattoo at age eighteen, it would have represented a permanent mark of the philosophy N had brought with her out of childhood, her merger of the two worlds she had struggled to bring together. But Chloe wasn't there to share it with her. 

N finds herself casting about looking for a story to make sense of Chloe's disappearance. She has no facts, so she can only resort to fiction. It's just like when the beloved class pet duck Coco died. She just wanted answers about why, but none were available. As a child, N pretended that Coco had gone to Kirkland, which in that version was kind of like Heaven. She toys with that possibility with Chloe, but ultimately doesn't stick with it. She imagines Chloe being trafficked for sex, or that she is waitressing at a steakhouse by the beach. 

The final fantasy N applies to Chloe is that she never really left, and that she is living at her teacher's made-up ostrich farm. The ostriches were N's introduction to the power of fact, even though the farm itself was a fantasy. One of the things N learned about ostriches was that they were not powerless. They could kill you with a single kick. Ostriches that didn't exist taught N something about our unexpected power and agency. 

She imagines Chloe trying to find a way to "grow teeth," that is, to obtain the ability to defend herself. It's a wish for the powers of fantasy and fact to combine, for Chloe to become a hard mouse, for Chloe's story not to end with her as a victim, but finding a way to fight back. Absent any knowledge of what happened, it's the only power N can imagine. 


Other analysis: Karen Carlson's take on this story is available here

Thursday, December 18, 2025

A zoo disaster story somehow even duller than Jurassic Park: "Dominion" by Lauren Acampora (BASS 2025)

True to my word, I'm at least going to try to blog through Best American Short Stories again this year, even though I'm scheduled to begin law school in little over two weeks. Maybe it'll take me a full ten months--until BASS comes out next year--to finish. Maybe I won't make it through at all. Maybe I'll drop out of law school in two weeks like I did twenty-five years ago. Who knows? 

I've been reading old editions of law books to get ready for school. When I can't possibly read any longer, and don't have it in me to do anything else productive either, I figure I might as well read a BASS story. I decided to do that two weeks ago, but the first story was such a chore to read, I'm just now getting around to blogging about it.

In concept, it's a bog-standard lit fic story. It's fine. Take a former CEO of an oil company who is self-delusional enough to think that his retirement project of a zoo proves that he was always pro-environment, even though he oversaw an oil spill that destroyed a wide patch of ocean. Situate his delusion within the old Judeo-Christian belief that humanity was assigned by God to rule over the natural world, to "have dominion" over it, in the words of the Book of Genesis. Then show how his belief in dominion is frustrated, both by a natural world that resists dominion by insisting on being wild, and also by showing how wobbly his dominion or rule of the human world is.  

One main purpose of this blog is to provide explanations of literary short stories to people who might not be literature majors, who might read the stories and think, "What was the point of that?" The paragraph above is a pretty succinct explanation of the point of this story. It seems like an idea that's worth working through, but in practice, the story was so grating, I found myself reaching for the soothing comfort of property law. 

Contempt


Easily the greatest weakness in the story, the thing that undid any intellectual or emotional impact it might have made, was the attitude of contempt "Dominion" had for its own main character, Roy. ("Roy" means "king!" Kings have dominion! Did you get that? Since the story thought its readers were too stupid to get the "dominion" reference without shoehorning the exact Bible passage into the narrative, I am surprised it didn't also give us an etymology of Roy's name.)  

The narrative is told in third-person limited. That means that all of the opinions expressed in the narrative are Roy's, and Roy just can't help himself from noticing all of the shortcomings in others. Right off the bat, when he is looking at the drawings the students in his granddaughter's kindergarten did of his tiger, Molly, after Roy brought the tiger to their school, he sees them as "inept." There is hardly a page where Roy isn't judging someone. If he isn't judging, he's explaining away his own behavior. 

Roy assumes that he was meant to be part of the ruling class that his favorite part of Genesis establishes. He sees himself as qualitatively superior to the people he hires to run his backyard zoo. "Satisfied by the simple things the natural world provided, they were unaware of or indifferent to the higher calibers of human pleasures." He has a sort of Rousseau-like belief in their simple goodness and, along with it, in the simple goodness of nature. Because he believes that "nature," both in animal and lesser-human forms, is there for him to rule, he overlooks the ways in which it escapes his grasp.

There are examples of Roy self-justifying or looking down on others on nearly every page, but maybe the hospital, when he goes to see the girl who was attacked by one of the servals in his zoo, provides the clearest example. When Roy walks in to meet the girl's family, he sees "the bald father with his derelict patch of hair beneath his lip, the peroxide-blond mother, the greasy brother." Then, as if we didn't already understand that Roy thinks he's above these people, just a little below that, Roy "saw the dark roots at her scalp, noticed the cheap quality of her blouse, a mass-produced sort of tie-dye print."




Doctrine and reality


The story is supposed to give us irony, where Roy thinks he's in charge but finds he isn't at all. Not only do his animals insist on being wild, so does the older brother of the girl who was attacked. The boy asserts his dominance over Roy in the hospital room, gorilla-like. I suppose this is supposed to be a millenarian view of the future, in which the working classes rise up to reassert their mastery over the self-appointed rulers. 

There are two reasons this story doesn't work, and in fact was so boring it took a week to read. Neither has anything to do with the fact that I knew on page one that there would be an animal attack, and that as soon as Roy suggested the kids come to his zoo, that one of them would be the victim. 

The first is that the story just can't survive all that contempt for its own main character. One reason so few horror stories work for me is that I just don't care about the characters enough to be interested in whether they live or get cut up by the villain. It's true of this disaster story, too. Roy is there so the story has a symbol of corporate greed and destruction of the environment to whip. There isn't even an attempt to make him anything other than odious. 

The second reason is hinted at in the story, but not followed through with. Roy used to be frustrated with his daughter for being mad at him for his job as CEO of an oil company because it ruined the environment, but then hypocritically accepting the benefits of being the daughter of a rich man. This could be a very strong balance to the way the story is punching at Roy the whole time: It could be offering the view of reality offsetting the idealistic shade it is throwing at Roy. But the story fails to accept its own invitation.  

At one point, Roy is eating a steak sandwich while meditating on the wonders of animals, an obvious example of his hypocrisy, as he both professes to love animals but also is fine eating them. It reminded me of something I saw a few weeks ago. After Mamdani won the election for mayor in New York (or maybe it was right before the election, I don't remember), I saw a story where a reporter asked him for his favorite places to eat in New York. Mamdani mentioned a beef dish at one place and a lamb dish at another. The comments seemed to all accept these answers as appropriately hip and worthy of the symbol of a new left hope. I was just wondering why an audience of presumably pro-environment commenters didn't take him to task for eating the two animals that, by far, cause the most greenhouse gas emissions per ounce of any kind of meat one can eat

The fact is that idealists often betray their own beliefs when they are paired with something else they believe in or want. Roy is driving at the end of the story, and he thinks to himself how much he hates traffic. It's supposed to be ironic, as Roy, the former head of an oil company, is now hoisted on his own petard, forced to live in the mess he's made. But it takes two sides to made a traffic jam or to ruin the environment through oil: both the supply and the demand. Roy was only responsible for the supply. We all provide the demand. You want to wring your hands about the wee baby seals when there's an oil spill? Cool. You going to stop driving your car as a result? No? Then don't write stories about how CEOs of oil companies are the problem. 

This is the real reason this story was such a dreary bore to read. It's an attempt to whip Roy and and people like him, but it doesn't deal with the reality it would take to rip power away from them. It would take all of us giving something up, changing how we live. I know one reason I've never been much good at living like that is because whenever I start to try, I realize nobody else is doing it, so there's no point. Also, it's really, really hard. I have probably "given up" meat two hundred times in my life. Then I realize I hate food for a while until I give up. 

A story doesn't always have to provide an answer. It can, instead, merely shine a light on what the problem is. But "Dominion" doesn't face up to the problem. Instead, it gives us a false answer, which is that Roy is the problem, and if we just stand up to the Roys of the world and put them in their place, their false dominion will end. It won't. 

As a final aside, I will say that because I read this story in the middle of much reading of law books, I thought of a much better title than "Dominion." It should have been called "Strict Liability." Only don't explain the title to everyone like this story did. 

Monday, December 8, 2025

Literature's effect on my future study of the law

It looks like after nine months of looking for a job, applying to three different schools for three very different ideas, getting six job offers I decided I didn't want, and generally feeling for most of 2025 like I don't have any great path forward with my life, I'm going to spend 2026 in law school. I got offered a full ride to the only law school that's within driving distance. I don't feel complete certainty this is the right decision. It's not the material; I've started reading through three of the law books we'll be using in my first semester, and I find law interesting enough I don't think I'll hate what I'm doing, at least while I'm in school. It's more a question of uncertainty whether law four years from now will be a relatively secure path to a good career. There are concerns about AI taking jobs, or whether anyone will hire someone who by then will be in their late 50s and just coming out of law school. But the job search these last nine months has been discouraging enough that this seems like a risk that's just barely worth taking. I'm going to need to work until seventy or near it, I think, and that means it's probably better doing what it takes to find something I'd enjoy and something that will pay decently rather than just settling into whatever I can find and trying to ride it out until I can fully retire. 

As I've been looking through these law books, it's pretty clear that my past study of literature is going to have a strong influence on how I think about the law. Probably the most important issue from literary criticism and literary theory that's going to color how I see the law is the notion of intent.

Three types of intent


This is something I've talked about so many times on this blog, anyone who reads it regularly is probably sick of hearing me talk about it by now. I spent a lot of time on it in my post about how to think of homoerotic subtext in the Frodo-Sam relationship, which was one of the posts I've written that got the most hits. Perhaps clairvoyantly sensing my own future entrance into law school, I looked at types of intent in a post on what I saw as the weaknesses of originalist readings of the Constitution. I'm sure I've covered intent in criticism elsewhere, because it's something I think about almost every time I start to pull apart a work of literature.

If you haven't read those posts before or if you've never thought much about what it means to consider what a literary work means, here's my much shorter version. Most people assume that to consider what a piece of literature--a poem, a short story, a novel, an essay, etc.--means is to figure out what the author meant when they wrote it. This seems like it's a common-sense approach, and in fact most people tend to act like almost the only way to get an iron-clad answer about what a poem means is to find an interview with the author where the author answers that very question. Failing that, as we do in almost every real-world case even when the author is still alive and much more when the author is long dead, we read about the history big and local during the time of the author's life. We research the author's autobiographical information. We read the letters they wrote, read the speeches they made, study the various manuscript versions available of the works we want to know better. Piecing all this together and adding a little bit of psychological inference ("He wrote this to cope with the loss of his third child") is how we best determine the meaning of a given work. 

As reasonable as this sounds, there are problems with this seemingly common-sense approach. One is that a poem or novel is an intentionally imaginative work. In a work with great imagination, an author often isn't trying to convey intent in the same way they are when they leave a note on the door saying they're going out for milk. Meaning is much more open-ended, and authors themselves aren't necessarily thinking of what something "means" when they write a fantasy novel about a three-headed dragon or a lyrical poem about watching a boy try to tie his shoes. 

Secondly, the more complicated the work one writes, the less one is able to control the meaning. If I tell my wife I work late tomorrow, the meaning is pretty clear, but if I try to explain to her my feelings for her, I might say all kinds of things that could be construed in many ways. For example, if I tell her, "I like the way you look when you get all dressed up and put on makeup," I might be saying I think that her choices in how to adorn herself for very formal events are especially praiseworthy, but what she might hear is, "I wish you'd quit dressing like a slob all the time and not wearing makeup." 

And here, I might object, saying she has mistaken what I meant, and maybe I have a point, because I know in my own mind what I was thinking. But is she totally wrong? What if she's lately mentioned a few times that she feels like she's letting herself go, and she thinks I no longer find her attractive? Given this context, mightn't she be justified in thinking, based on what I said, that I meant something else? Mightn't my text have a life of its own, one that is at cross purposes with what I thought my intent was?

I want her to use the intent of the author (me), but she is using the intent of the text. That is, she's judging based on what I actually said. And maybe she's got a point. Maybe I meant to give her a compliment, but, given the context of everything, I might have said something that had a meaning I didn't intend. I can't complain that she's willfully misconstruing me, because I have an obligation not just to say what I think is right and assume everyone will do the work to get inside my head and fix the imperfections of my speech, but to craft speech that actually says what I mean it to. 

Maybe my wife and I will be able to go to therapy and work through communication enough that I will make slightly better utterances and she will be a little more able to understand what I had in mind when I said them, but with literature, the utterances are so complicated, and the mind of the author so remote, we will never be able to to achieve the same level of understanding. A 1000-page novel set in a fictional medieval Europe has, by its very nature, a much more complicated system of meaning than my short, mostly declarative sentence about my feelings. 

Some readers will attempt to deal with this by denying that a story means anything. It's just there because it's fun or interesting, and to try to make it mean something more is a trick played be people who want to sound smart or start controversies. But this over simplifies the human mind, which always tries to make meaning out of stories. Particularly with a well-crafted story or poem or song, where everything was put there for a reason, it's logical to assume that there are at least some conclusions we can make about those decisions. If everyone dies at the end of the story, what does that say about the universe of the story? If all the women in the story are fatuous publicity whores, what kind of message does that convey about women, or at least about the kind of woman who is in the story? Those kinds of questions aren't gratuitous; they're baked into our DNA as human readers. No human would read those kinds of narratives and not attempt to create a theory that makes sense of them.

I think the real problem people have with reading from what the text says instead of what the author thinks she meant is that you can end up with a reading that the author herself would deny. Doesn't the author have a more authoritative say than the reader about meaning? While it's valid to give authorial interpretations a privileged position on the basis of being interesting, I think the reason we shouldn't deny readings that the author disagrees with is twofold. First, authorship and criticism are two different skills. It's quite possible the writer, although he has great imaginative sight and powers of summoning worlds with words, isn't actually very good at reverse engineering and figuring out what an already created work means. Many authors are lousy critics. (Which is why I wonder so much why Best American Short Stories keeps having authors pick the best stories instead of critics. Also nearly all contests have authors as the judges.) The second reason is that literary creations are works just like chairs and power tools and steak sandwiches. If the creator says, "This is a comfortable chair because I made it with velvet so it would be comfortable," but the critic says, "This is not a comfortable chair because it has a giant lump in the middle," the critic is well within his interpretive rights to do so. The critic is using the text of the chair, whereas the creator is using his intentions. Isn't the critic's reading from the text the more valid one?

The third type of intent happens when readers interact with a work and it takes on a life of its own. Say that a creator makes a crockpot, and nobody thinks it's a very good crockpot, because it burns its users. But the users eventually find it actually makes a very good space heater for the same reasons that made it a bad crockpot--it puts off heat around it. The creator might be upset, but the users are happy. This might be the case when a work of art develops a following of rabid fans who create their own subculture based on the art. Perhaps most people who have interacted with the work more casually think this subculture is silly. Maybe even the author thinks it's silly, but the fans are happy. This type of intent is the intent of the reader. The reader is entitled to this type of intent. After all, they're the ones the work was meant for.

Applying types of intent to the law


When considering the law, as in any other kind of interpretive venture, we have to consider which type of intent makes the most sense. One very influential school of legal interpretation is the originalist school. Five of the nine Supreme Court justices are at least partly adherents of this philosophy. Originalism is located somewhere between intent of the author and intent of the text. As Justice Barret explained a few months ago on an episode of the podcast We the People, originalism tries to avoid some of the weaknesses of authorial intent thinking. It isn't trying to use psychoanalysis to dig up the unobtainable mental states of Madison, et.al. in 1787. Rather, it aims, whenever the text isn't extremely clear (meaning it isn't saying something unambiguous like "the President has to be at least thirty-five years old") to find the "original public meaning." That is, with a textual passage that could be read multiple ways, such as "No person shall be...deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law," one way to help fix the meaning is to look at how it was understood as a practical matter at the time it was adopted. 

This was, quite controversially, the logic that supported the decision in the Dobbs decision that overturned Roe v. Wade. Originally, when the Supreme Court ruled in Roe that a woman's right to an abortion in the early stages of pregnancy was protected, they reasoned that decisions over reproduction and family planning were core rights that would be included in "life" and "liberty" under the Fourteenth Amendment. In Dobbs, the Supreme Court decided instead to look at the long tradition of the United States to see if society considered the right to an abortion to be a core liberty covered in the Fourteenth Amendment at the time it was passed. Not surprisingly, it was not, because it was passed in the mid-nineteenth century, when women couldn't vote and those who could had very different notions about the rights of women than we do now. 

The strength of originalism and original public meaning (OPM) is that at least we know what we're using as the basis for argument. We might disagree about what a law means, but it can't just mean anything. We know what kinds of evidence we are considering: the text of the law itself and the historical records of how people understood and put the law into practice. The closer those records are to the time of the passing, the more authority they hold. 

I don't mean to outright condemn originalism, or to suggest that those who hold to it are intellectual weaklings. It's a coherent theory. Reasonable people (to use the Holmes test) could stick to it throughout a lifetime without getting themselves into any greater a self-contradiction than proponents of almost any other theory would. If one of the goals of law is to provide predictability, it has more hope of that than many other legal theories. Still, the weaknesses of OPM are many. First, when there was always a diversity of opinion about how to read the law, whose original public meaning do we decide from? Do we pick the one that's the most ubiquitous in the available records? The one the Supreme Court first went with, no matter how convoluted the reasoning? (If so, this would leave us with some very unfortunate readings of the Fourteenth Amendment from the Chase Court.) Do we ignore essays, editorials and law review articles from the time of passing and only focus on statutes? If so, wouldn't the statues lead us in a circular direction? Consider abortion and the Fourteenth Amendment. If we only look at statues at the time it was passed, it's not surprising that a right to an abortion wasn't considered a core liberty at the time of its passing. Women suffered from all kinds of legal and social prejudices, and those were reflected in the statutes. But maybe the point of the Fourteenth Amendment was to reverse some of the statutory prejudices at the time. If so, an OPM reading would defeat an amendment meant to change the status quo, because it would only look to the status quo itself to determine what the norm was. It would require strict scrutiny for any non-enumerated rights, even if the intent in passing an open-ended amendment was to leave the door open to many unenumerated rights. It would require specific language in the Constitution, when it has, since its first draft, been a document with a predilection for strategic ambiguity. 

When considering Constitutional questions, diversity of opinions among both authors and original recipients is more the rule than the exception. Delegates to the Constitutional Convention (which was originally supposed to just edit the Articles of Confederation, not write a new constitution) disagreed every day among each other about what they should write. Opinions changed throughout the months of the convention. Opinions of framers continued to change after passage of the Constitution. Most importantly, immediately after passage, it became clear that there was a difference of opinion within the original public as to the meaning. It took less than ten years for parties to form because of a difference in Constitutional theory. These differences of opinion were strong and never went away. The Civil War was a very bloody and expensive disagreement about differing Constitutional theories.

All of this is to say that the original generation that wrote and passed the Constitution did not agree on what they had agreed to, and no successive generation has been able to agree, either. Many of the first Supreme Court justices were framers of the Constitution (Jay, Rutledge, Wilson, Iredell, etc.). Because the Supreme Court originally gave its opinions seriatim, or one opinion for each justice, we can see that even in the very few cases the court originally took on, the founders didn't agree about what the Constitution meant. 

Even if everyone in this photo were a brainwashed member of a death cult, there is no way you get that many smart guys into a room and have them all agree about anything.



When there is disagreement among even the original public that liquidated (to use the Madisonian term) the meaning, a contemporary court determined to use original public meaning is likely to use its own prejudices to determine which opinions among the original public mattered. In Dobbs, the court shrugged off evidence of widespread practical indifference to abortion laws, particularly prior to "quickening." It privileged statutes over historical research into folk customs. This is neither intent of the text nor of the author. It's intent of the reader, in this case the reader being the six justices who signed off on the decision. 

Maybe intent of the reader is impossible to avoid in any interpretive effort. We'd like to think that in the law especially, intent of the text should be the main focus, because whatever was said before or after passing the law about why we passed it, the text itself ought to be the main focus, because it's what we can say the people have actually agreed to. With intentionally ambiguous phrases in law such as "liberty" and "due process," we are forced into the same kind of position we are with respect to imaginative literature. If it's not a straightforward law, we can have a room full of people insisting they are the only ones looking closely at the text but all disagreeing on what it means. We might all agree that it doesn't mean just anything, and we might even mostly get to some general agreement about the ballpark it's in, but there is room enough to accommodate the entire political spectrum from right to left within the text, and the text is really all anyone can hold us to. 

Making this whole situation worse for those who would like clarity, our common law tradition has attempted to deal with ambiguity in the law through precedent, meaning the law isn't just the law, but the tradition of interpreting the law through past decisions. Those decisions themselves include ambiguities which then must be interpreted and liquidated. The law doesn't become clearer through the years; the body attempting to understand it merely grows, and rather than coming to a better understanding of what anything means, we simply deal during different political periods with whatever constraints on the law different groups can achieve. 

OPM not only occupies a middle ground between intent of the author and intent of the text. In fact, it also is adopting quite a bit from intent of the reader, because by looking at how people understood the law, it is dipping its toes into something that in literature is called reception theory, which is very much within the tradition of the intent of the reader philosophy. 

If we are going to use intent of the reader to interpret the law, why not go whole hog about it? Since we today are the people bound by the law and the ones who have to deal with its consequences, and not the people who originally passed it, why not submit it to the public today how we ought to read the law? Why limit the intent of the reader to five people in robes, however learned in the law they might be? Why rule out readings of the law that look to high-level intent, rather than the specifics of how that intent was incorporated at the time of its writing? Why couldn't a contemporary justice say, as Jesus once did, that the laws are made for man, not man for the laws? 

In saying that in evaluating a term like "liberty" by what we mean now rather than what it meant to given readers in the past, I am not saying we ignore denotative meanings. If "gay" meant "happy," we shouldn't try to read it like it meant what it means now. But terms that have always had expansive or protean meanings, like liberty, should be allowed to drift with time. It matters more what people think liberty means now that it matters what people thought it meant just after the Civil War.

Navigating out of nihilism


Like a lot of people, I assume, for the past ten years I've been kind of stuck in a state of deep anxiety when thinking about political life and discourse. It feels like somehow, we've gone from the very healthy and enlightened notion that reasonable people can disagree about many things to the notion that because reasonable people disagree so much, nothing is true. If something were true, we'd all agree, right? So since we can't agree, that must mean the truth doesn't exist, and therefore whatever you can convince people is true is as good as the truth. What makes this kind of cynical nihilism so frustrating is that it uses many of the same devices and tools as an earnest searcher for truth does. Its rhetoric is similar. On the surface, it feels like political sophists using cheap rhetorical tricks to win over the masses are playing the same game the earnest are, so how could we get mad at them?

I don't think the problem is originalism. Originalism is just a method for trying to make sense of legal texts. Its not a monolithic movement. Outside of the Supreme Court, originalists who fundamentally agree on method still disagree about where the methods take them. For example, some originalists agree with unitary executive theory and some don't. The way out of cynical nihilism isn't to pick a better theory of interpretation, because any theory can be used to argue for bad interpretations. And I don't necessarily think that originalists are inherently more cynical than anyone else is.

When I've moved between different kinds of intents as a literary critic, I've generally done it based on which way of looking at a text yields the most interesting reading. Perhaps with literature, there's less of an imperative to find the "right" interpretation, because "right" has a different meaning in literature than it does in law. If Frodo and Sam really do exhibit homoerotic subtexts, nobody is going to go to jail or lose their business. Nor will those things happen if Frodo and Sam don't exhibit anything homoerotic in their relationship. Literary reading perhaps matters most because it allows us to use enjoyable narratives to practice reading ambiguous texts for meaning so that we are better at it later when it has more immediate consequences. 

But that's not to say that literary reading doesn't have any stakes of its own. When we read a story or poem that stirs our imagination through its own imaginative efforts, it forces us to ask fundamental questions of meaning not just in literature, but in the cosmos. If this story moves me, why does it do that? If this ending makes me sad, why? If I think the picture this story paints of reality is true or false, why do I think that? If this poem has given voice to something I've always thought but never been able to put in words, what are those words? 

Using literature to better understand the big questions is a humanistic pursuit, because these questions are inherently human questions. Consistent with the literary pedagogy of my time, I've mostly followed a text-based approach, for two reasons. One is that it's the simplest and yet the most flexible. If there is a dragon in the text, we know we have to deal with a dragon and not the history of agriculture. But dragons mean so many things metaphorically and metonymically that the readings one can draw from the presence of a dragon are limitless. If the dragon is in the text, and there aren't any limitations set on what the dragon might connote, then we are free to see our own extended meanings. The second reason is that whatever intent the author had, she tried to accomplish it with a product, and that product is the text. The text is meant to be seen as the final result of the intent without reference to other things. 

However, if reading literature is an inherently humanistic quest, then it's important not to lose the human element by burying it in text. I used to think "intent of the author" readings were simplistic and naïve; now, decades after leaving those kinds of readings behind, I find myself drawn to them again. Maybe we can't enter into the actual mental state of the author at the time of final revision, but we can, through close attention to the text, try to recreate what Wayne Booth called "the implied author." This is the author we have to imagine to ourselves as having written the text we are reading. 

We do this kind of reading all the time when we see graffiti. It's a very simple message, usually, but that doesn't keep us from drawing big conclusions from what we see. There was a urinal at my job once that had a placard over it that bragged about how much water the agency was saving by having a flushless urinal. On that placard, someone scribbled the word "stinks!" From that one word, I could imagine an independent thinker, someone who doesn't just accept that because someone is telling him that a given step is a good one that it is one. I imagine a likely political conservative, someone who is skeptical of efforts to improve the environment and thinks they often do more harm than good. 

Maybe I've read too much into that one word, but I can't help trying to do it. I suspect it's a common condition. We try to reason our way out to the characteristics of the person writing a text, at least enough to imagine what might have been going through their heads when they wrote something. That doesn't mean that if I read about a kind character I think the author was kind, but it means I can assume some things about how the author understood kindness.

In the law, I think I am likely to adopt something of an "implied author" approach to law, one that tries to unite the three intentions. We read from our intent as readers to live in a just and happy world back to the minds of the writers of our laws. How do we accomplish this? Through the medium of the text. The text is what links author to reader.

The effort in reading the law, then, is like the effort in reading literature. It's not a question of simply trying to figure out what a text means (intent of text), or what someone meant by a particular text (intent of author). It's realizing that the brightest minds of past generations have dealt with problems similar to the ones we face and trying to understand how they answered them through the medium of the text. 

I realize that in law school, and even more after law school when I'm grinding through immigration forms or depositions or whatever else it is I'm actually doing, nobody is going to be asking me anything as lofty as what my judicial philosophy is. Nonetheless, I can't help trying, when pouring over textbooks full of the records of past generations trying to figure out fundamental issues in society, to solve the same problems along with them and figure out what I think of those solutions. 


The future of this blog as a home for literary criticism


I intend to try to still do literary criticism on here. I don't know if that's realistic. Law school is demanding for younger, smarter people than me. For me to try it at my age is possibly foolhardy. Even if I greatly reduce my goals so that I only do Best American Short Stories in a year, that might be too much. I only have so much energy to read and think and write, and any mental resources I use for the blog will be unavailable for law school. Still, I intend to try. These years of literary thinking have left a mark on me that's been obvious from the moment I started reading my first law textbook. 

Even though literature seems to not want me, in the sense that I continually get my work rejected, I still think the discipline of reading critically is one that's worth the effort. I plan to keep trying to make the effort.