On Bullshit | 
enlarge | Author: Harry G. Frankfurt Publisher: Princeton University Press Category: Book
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How to recognize steaming piles of humbug, quackery, balderdash - and sincerity September 26, 2008 Sphex (London) This surprising essay opens with the kind of observation one would expect to emanate from a disaffected teenager's bedroom rather than an Ivy League university. "One of the salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit." The difference here, of course, is that few adolescents will follow up their judgement with sixty-seven pages of awesome prose. Not a word is wasted. The early part of the essay explores links with words such as "humbug" and "quackery", and to questions of truth and falsity. We all think we know what lying is - telling an untruth - but "a person may be lying even if the statement he makes is true, as long as he himself believes that the statement is false and intends by making it to deceive." Intention matters. "Telling a lie is an act with a sharp focus. It is designed to insert a particular falsehood at a specific point in a set or system of beliefs, in order to avoid the consequences of having that point occupied by the truth... The liar is inescapably concerned with truth-values." What if this concern is absent? What about someone who couldn't care less about "how things really are"? Frankfurt sees this indifference to the truth as "the essence of bullshit." Someone who is not even trying "to provide an accurate representation of reality" is bullshitting. "The notion of carefully wrought bullshit involves," Frankfurt deadpans, "a certain inner strain." We've all done it - in the pub or at dinner parties - in the hope of making an impression rather than reaching a well-argued conclusion. At work, however, it's our job to know what we're doing. The success of even the darkest arts of advertising - professionally geared to creating impressions - ultimately depends on objective facts: sales figures and profits. Someone who relies too much on bullshit will be found out in the end, if only by resentful underlings with no powers of dismissal. (Unfortunately, as Ben Goldacre documents elsewhere, bullshitters who peddle quack remedies can still make a fortune - a case of bullshit feeding off itself?) What if our work demands that we have opinions on a diverse range of subjects, from local educational policies to global warming? Pity then our poor politicians, not always the sharpest tools in the box, whom - it often seems - we expect to bullshit for a living. The current global financial crisis is a marvellous opportunity for bullshitters, who can't resist calling for confidence in something they don't understand. Such calls are really pleas for us to leave bullshit alone - but sometimes we just need to bully bullshit that little bit harder. The one area where we are (supposedly) undisputed experts is of course self-knowledge. We may not know much about particle accelerators but we know about ourselves. Our supremacy is unchallenged. We are masters in our own universe (however tiny). What matters is not being true to the facts but being true to ourselves. Frankfurt is sceptical. The surprising conclusion of the essay is that, insofar as such confidence is unwarranted, "sincerity itself is bullshit". Harry Frankfurt was once a guest on the Daily Show. His appearance was incongruous in that he broke the golden rule of fast-talking television by thinking too much before he answered a question. But in the greater project of exposing bullshit in public life, he fitted right in. One of the Daily Show's trademark bullshit-detecting strategies is to juxtapose two speeches in which the same politician says opposite things. Separated by several months, each may well be plausible. Put together and they collapse into you know what.
A well-fertilised discussion... March 10, 2005 Kurt Messick (London, SW1) 43 out of 62 found this review helpful
My first surprise about this book (other than the title, which I cannot add to this review due to the propriety involved) is its brevity. Given the vastness, at least in potential, of the subject matter, the book could fill volumes. Of course, the author Harry Frankfurt might argue that there are indeed already volumes and volumes of balderdash. He states at the beginning that 'One of the most salient features of our culture is that there is so much', er, humbug. 'Everyone knows this. Each of us contributes his share.' Frankfurt claims that the issue has not attracted sustained inquiry (he obviously has not been part of the committee meetings I've attended in the past few decades). This book, or rather booklet, is more of a brief essay or primer on the subject, looking at the issue from a linguistic standpoint as well as conceptual framework. There are many synonyms that come close; words such as humbug and balderdash (already used in this review) approximate the title term. Quoting Max Black's essay, 'The Prevalence of Humbug', Frankfurt suggests other closely related words such as claptrap, hokum, drivel, and such. Drawing from the OED definitions, he analyses the key elements of humbug, including misrepresentation just short of lying, elements of pomposity and pretentiousness (loosely applicable), and a possibility of embodiment in feeling or in thought. Frankfurt also explores the issue of the title term in relation to an incident between Ludwig Wittgenstein (whose philosophical work reaches great heights in clarity and precision, particularly with regard to language and locution) and Fania Pascal. Wittgenstein's substitute term for the title term might have been 'nonsense', and he was diligent at working against such forms of language that might fall into disarray. When is a joke not a joke? Perhaps when it is uttered by Wittgenstein. Or perhaps when it is misinterpreted by Pascal. Frankfurt looks at the title term in pieces. He looks at the term 'bull' and the later half separately, seeing what difference they make to each other. A 'bull' session is generally unstructured, personal, emotion-dominated. The other term is similarly unstructured for the most part, indicative of waste and odour, and generally not useful, save in very particular circumstances. There is a general lack of importance about it. But is this really true? Frankfurt quotes the OED's use of the title term as verb (previously he had been looking at it from the standpoint of a noun), drawing Ezra Pound's Cantos into the mix, and the Bible as well. There is a sense of bluffing - one could easily use the title term in regard to something someone says that probably is not going to be true, or not going to be done. Frankfurt even draws St. Augustine into the mix, attaching the title term to the rarest form of lying among Augustine's construct of the eight types of lying. It isn't necessarily lying to attain a goal, but rather for its own sake. But then, what becomes of the definition of humbug, offered earlier, that claims to stop just short of lying. Frankfurt claims that the title term, perhaps as a thing or an act, 'is unavoidable whenever circumstances require someone to talk without knowing what he is talking about.' This comes close to being a universal truth. Frankfurt proceeds to talk about anti-realist doctrines, sincerity versus correctness, and finally, to making a declaration that makes the reader wonder, was this entire thing an exercise in seeing just how much of the title term he could get away with as an author? If so, he is brilliantly tapping into the postmodern ethos. Or perhaps that is all hokum, too.
Hilarious February 15, 2005 Carl (Richmond, USA) 35 out of 49 found this review helpful
Rich in philosophical thinking, challenging in content, and gripping as a smooth read, On BullShit stands out as a tantalizing novel. You never guess what you will find until you start reading it. One thing for sure is that you will laugh, smile and ponder in turns. In the end, you will be more of a truthful guy than a bullshitter.Another wryly humorous and philosophically insightful novel is THE USURPER AND OTHER STORIES
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