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I am hardly ever on Facebook anymore, but this evening I was tagged and asked what I thought of this article: "'The Big Lebowski', Wittgenstein, and the Garbage Pile That Is Online Discourse." My answer went on for a while, so I am replicating the text with minor edits here. It's not the most intelligent thing I have ever written about Wittgenstein, but it's what happened:
Oh, wow. That's an interesting argument and I can see how it might have occurred to the author, especially with the knowledge that one of the Coens did some academic work on Wittgenstein, but I have a lot of difficulty buying it, especially when he tries to extend parallels between Wittgenstein's life and the characters and actions of the movie. I'm not saying that The Big Lebowski is not full of language games. I'm just skeptical that they are a deliberate Wittgensteinian homage—especially a Wittgensteinian critique of early internet culture—as opposed to a thing that happens in dialogue when a bunch of linguistically clever people write a script whose characters couldn't have a functional conversation if their lives depended on it. I have also always thought of the movie as a deadpan parody of film noir, and I believe the Coens have referenced Chandler explicitly when discussing it. I'd need evidence of authorial intent to consider any other origins seriously. The original Slate article is much more convincing to me.
The attempts at biographical inference are where the Splitsider piece really loses me. There's not a lot of debate about Wittgenstein's sexuality. Most of his relationships were with men. It's well-documented. Considering that he left Austria for the last time in 1929, however, I am unclear how this could have gotten him into trouble with the Nazis. It happens to be true that Wittgenstein and Hitler briefly attended the same school, but that is irrelevant to the difficulties his family later experienced as Austrian Jews—in the racial sense; Ludwig and his siblings had three Jewish grandparents, but the non-Jewish one was the maternal grandmother, short-circuiting the inheritance of Judaism according to Jewish custom.* Wittgenstein personally seems to have thought of himself as Jewish, Catholic baptism and complicated relationship with Christianity notwithstanding. As to the Wittgensteins' status after the Anschluss, it gets batshit: initially classified as Volljuden, the siblings were upgraded to the more survivable category of Mischlinge after essentially forfeiting their entire family assets to the Nazi government. Millions changed hands. If it's not in the Guinness Book of World Records for bribes, it should be. None of that strikes me as equivalent to the Dude's commission to deliver a ransom for someone else's kidnapped wife.
In short, I'd have been fine with the author claiming that The Big Lebowski is a splendid demonstration of Wittgenstein's language games in action; to say that it was consciously applying them to the problems of digital discourse strikes me as reaching too far.
* Currently, in the U.S., Reform Judaism recognizes bilineal descent, as does Reconstructionist Judaism. Orthodox and Conservative Judaism recognize matrilineal descent only. This is not a denominational distinction that would have been relevant to the Wittgensteins, especially not at the time of the Nuremberg Laws.
. . . Having copied this all out, I am now wondering if I completely overthought the subject and if the article is not meant seriously at all. I'd never heard of the site. They seem to be mostly reportage. Are they also known for their comedy writing? I can't tell if I'm reading half-baked internet intellectualism or a sendup of it. Maybe it's some kind of self-referential Sprachspiel. If the whole point is the meaningless nature of internet communication, how would I know? This is a very pleasant pineapple.
Incidentally, Wittgenstein never did succeed in quitting philosophy altogether. He kept trying. Then he kept thinking of things. It's one of the reasons I feel deeply affectionate toward him.
P.S. I have found a Wittgenstein song that isn't about Ludwig! The subject of Neil Halstead's "Wittgenstein's Arm" is his brother Paul, the one-armed pianist; the brothers mentioned in the lyrics are Kurt and Rudi, two of the family's three suicides. Spoiler warning: it's not a cheerful song.
Oh, wow. That's an interesting argument and I can see how it might have occurred to the author, especially with the knowledge that one of the Coens did some academic work on Wittgenstein, but I have a lot of difficulty buying it, especially when he tries to extend parallels between Wittgenstein's life and the characters and actions of the movie. I'm not saying that The Big Lebowski is not full of language games. I'm just skeptical that they are a deliberate Wittgensteinian homage—especially a Wittgensteinian critique of early internet culture—as opposed to a thing that happens in dialogue when a bunch of linguistically clever people write a script whose characters couldn't have a functional conversation if their lives depended on it. I have also always thought of the movie as a deadpan parody of film noir, and I believe the Coens have referenced Chandler explicitly when discussing it. I'd need evidence of authorial intent to consider any other origins seriously. The original Slate article is much more convincing to me.
The attempts at biographical inference are where the Splitsider piece really loses me. There's not a lot of debate about Wittgenstein's sexuality. Most of his relationships were with men. It's well-documented. Considering that he left Austria for the last time in 1929, however, I am unclear how this could have gotten him into trouble with the Nazis. It happens to be true that Wittgenstein and Hitler briefly attended the same school, but that is irrelevant to the difficulties his family later experienced as Austrian Jews—in the racial sense; Ludwig and his siblings had three Jewish grandparents, but the non-Jewish one was the maternal grandmother, short-circuiting the inheritance of Judaism according to Jewish custom.* Wittgenstein personally seems to have thought of himself as Jewish, Catholic baptism and complicated relationship with Christianity notwithstanding. As to the Wittgensteins' status after the Anschluss, it gets batshit: initially classified as Volljuden, the siblings were upgraded to the more survivable category of Mischlinge after essentially forfeiting their entire family assets to the Nazi government. Millions changed hands. If it's not in the Guinness Book of World Records for bribes, it should be. None of that strikes me as equivalent to the Dude's commission to deliver a ransom for someone else's kidnapped wife.
In short, I'd have been fine with the author claiming that The Big Lebowski is a splendid demonstration of Wittgenstein's language games in action; to say that it was consciously applying them to the problems of digital discourse strikes me as reaching too far.
* Currently, in the U.S., Reform Judaism recognizes bilineal descent, as does Reconstructionist Judaism. Orthodox and Conservative Judaism recognize matrilineal descent only. This is not a denominational distinction that would have been relevant to the Wittgensteins, especially not at the time of the Nuremberg Laws.
. . . Having copied this all out, I am now wondering if I completely overthought the subject and if the article is not meant seriously at all. I'd never heard of the site. They seem to be mostly reportage. Are they also known for their comedy writing? I can't tell if I'm reading half-baked internet intellectualism or a sendup of it. Maybe it's some kind of self-referential Sprachspiel. If the whole point is the meaningless nature of internet communication, how would I know? This is a very pleasant pineapple.
Incidentally, Wittgenstein never did succeed in quitting philosophy altogether. He kept trying. Then he kept thinking of things. It's one of the reasons I feel deeply affectionate toward him.
P.S. I have found a Wittgenstein song that isn't about Ludwig! The subject of Neil Halstead's "Wittgenstein's Arm" is his brother Paul, the one-armed pianist; the brothers mentioned in the lyrics are Kurt and Rudi, two of the family's three suicides. Spoiler warning: it's not a cheerful song.
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If you haven't seen Jarman's film, you need to. [edit] About Wittgenstein. I don't know any movies about Juvenal. I wish. I don't even know any movies about Catullus.
(Not cute, that's the wrong word. I don't know what the right word is for "would piss me off in someone else but makes me feel strange affection for this person," tho.)
I don't think there is a single word. I tend to say things like "weirdly endearing." Most of my favorite fictional characters are people with whom I would find it difficult to get along in real life; I run into a similar paradox with some historical figures Every now and then I read about Lovecraft doing something adorable and I know he'd have been horrified by (and probably horrifically racist at) me.
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OH DUDE ACTUALLY THERE'S A FILM ABOUT JUVENAL AND IT STARS STEPHEN FRY. NO. NO REALLY. IT'S STEPHEN FRY WANDERING AROUND LOOKING PISSY IN MODERN LONDON AND THEN HE LOOKS AT THE CAMERA AND STARTS RECITING (IN ENGLISH, SADLY)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WA00jUCbsRg
(one of the first things I downloaded from UTU ever)
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Bah! There's a good chance that's my favorite film by Derek Jarman, competing with The Tempest and Caravaggio. How can you dislike any movie that introduces an arch metafictional Martian and makes the device throat-catchingly poignant just when you weren't expecting it? How can you dislike Karl Johnson's Wittgenstein? "I'd love a cup of tea."
OH DUDE ACTUALLY THERE'S A FILM ABOUT JUVENAL AND IT STARS STEPHEN FRY. NO. NO REALLY. IT'S STEPHEN FRY WANDERING AROUND LOOKING PISSY IN MODERN LONDON AND THEN HE LOOKS AT THE CAMERA AND STARTS RECITING (IN ENGLISH, SADLY)
BRILLIANT.
Thank you. I will watch it when I do not have an orthodontist's appointment early the next morning.
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OMG, I know! I know! .....he didn't like Prospero's Books, either. I love him anyway somehow.
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That certainly isn't a single word and doesn't really address the "endearing because this person is someone I care about" aspect instead of just the "endearing because I don't have to deal personally with the annoying aspects" part, but.