In “Signs of the Times” Carlyle targets Millites and
Millenarians, nominally ideological opposites who close ranks in their
predilection for prophesy. The Millenarians foresee the Second Coming of Christ
while the Millites anticipate the first coming of the greatest happiness for
the greatest number of people. But since the repeal of the Test Acts, the “rage
of prophecy” has gone viral and is sweeping the land. Newspapers and
periodicals print “the most lugubrious predictions” on a daily basis. But don’t
worry, Carlyle says, Old England has survived many “frenzies and Panics” in the
past. Over a century has “mostly passed without loss of men’s lives,”
notwithstanding . . . ahem, “much other loss than that of reason.”
The Sage of Chelsea counsels, however, that things will
become clearer if, “instead of gazing idly into the obscure distance, [we] look
calmly around us.” Perhaps then people will see that the real threat comes from
the drift of the people’s inner spirit, a sure sign that the Mechanistic has
overtaken the Dynamic as society’s driving force. It’s not that Carlyle is a
Luddite; he just thinks that the Mechanistic has gone beyond the tipping point,
and that there should be a balance between the two countervailing ethics. This
is not unlike what Simmel advocates some 80 years later in his
objective/subjective dichotomy. But by couching his binary in geographic
determinism, Simmel adds a Lockean twist that would have made Carlyle cringe.
Carlyle’s main idea is that we have the power to shape our destiny, and he uses
every bit of his inimitable style and crushing passion to argue this.
As Carlyle sees it, the core of the problem is that the
machine has appropriated just about every corner of Victorian life—from science
to literature to politics— through the emergence of royal societies,
philosophic institutes, scientific boards, and scores of other leveling
institutions governed by the dictate that “two, or at most ten, little minds must
be stronger than one great mind.” What’s more, public opinion watches over the
people like a policeman, nipping in the bud whatever Newton or Mozart may have
been spontaneously geminating in the moors. True, political freedom has been
won, but at the cost of more precious moral freedom. Witness the failure of
democracy to produce any great leaders or poets. The age has gone from Burghley
to Castlereagh, from Shakespeare to Beau Brummel. Genius has actually fared
better under the sting of tyranny than under the wings of democracy.
Girding Carlyle’s argument is, of course, the romantic view
that genius emanates from what New
York Times columnist David
Brooks calls “divine spark.” The modern view, on the other hand, demystifies
genius. As Brooks wrote in a 2009 column, given the right circumstances,
someone with above average talent and the drive to succeed and become a genius
(1). Brooks cites a recent book that divulges that as a youth Mozart was
only a “good musician” and “he would not even stand out among today’s top
child-performers.” But Mozart had the same thing that Tiger Woods had, a father
to mentor him and the ability to practice for long hours. They are geniuses not
because of who they are but of what they do.
Thus in Brooks’ view, the man whose name Carlyle puns with the term Millite, his friend John Stuart Mill, is relevant today and Carlyle is passé. But if I had to choose one of them to be stranded on a deserted
island with, I’d take the cranky iconoclast any day.
1. Brooks, David. “Genius—The Modern View.” NY Times. 29 April, 2009.
I side with the romantic individualist, too. I'd love to see the look on his face if we could wake him up and tell him about No Child Left Behind, haha. But it is always nice to see the birth of such debates. Urban centers, though not always the birth place of genius, did offer big opportunties to them. And big genius always like to reach back with its resources and help someone else, even if it is en-masse. Now instead of one Newton we have a million faceless researchers at JPL, doing greater things with the greater numbers, but not providing the face we need to really romanticize any of their achievements. Forgive my cursory commenting here. Nice post!
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