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Feb242012

I’m Giving Up Boorishness for Lent

A couple weeks ago, fellow Twelver Jeff Munroe confessed his fondness for Downton Abbey, the gorgeous, Brit-made, upstairs-downstairs soap opera that American viewers have swooned all over this winter.  Oddly enough, this show—which seems to celebrate class divisions and Edwardian excess—enjoys a solid and enthusiastic fan base among liberal-leaning, NPR-listening, degree-holding types.  Yup, like me.  I love it.

Why on earth?  A good question for cultural commentators to ponder, and so they have been, tappita-tapping away at their keyboards, trying to guess why a serial drama about ye olden dayes on an Earl’s estate in Yorkshire has caught on in the land of the free, 2012.  Katie Roiphe wrote an insightful piece for Slate last month, connecting the show’s popularity with America’s charged, nervous discussion of the disparity between the ninety-nine percent and the one percent.  Meanwhile, “rock star historian” Simon Schama, a Brit who teaches at Columbia in New York, wrote a snitty piece for the Daily Beast: Why are you Americans taken in by this ridiculous snobbery? he wants to know.  And it’s not even historically accurate!

Oh Simon, really?  I love your work, but come on.  Historical accuracy is not why we watch TV, my friend.  TV is our main deliverer of story these days, and that’s what we crave.  Story is our place apart—its artificiality precisely its usefulness—an arena of the imagination where we can sort out problems, sift through feelings, discover what we value.  Much of the TV we watch serves to reassure us that whatever is happening in our lives, things could be worse.  Maybe your job is absurd, but it’s not quite The Office.  Maybe your home is shabby, but it’s not Hoarders.  Meanwhile, a good deal of TV allows us to live into our fantasies, from forbidden to fond.          

Downton Abbey surely figures on the fond fantasy end of things.  The gowns!  The horses!  The servants, bustling about and offering you a single letter on a silver tray!  No doubt part of the show’s appeal is its sheer beauty.  The tasteful grandeur of the house, everything lovely and in place, every pillow properly floofed.  Ravishing light through tall windows.  Lawns green and vast.  Every scene beautifully costumed, acted, and filmed.  The dialogue crisp, direct, and loaded, with Maggie Smith’s aristocratic zingers hitting home every time.  It’s just great TV art, top to bottom.  Even the titles feature the charming, sashaying rear end of a radiant yellow lab. Who could resist?

Roiphe and others are right, though: We are desperately fascinated with wealth.  Americans bluster about equality, but what we’d really like is to be equally rich.  So it’s no wonder we tune in to find out whether the Crawleys will marry off their daughters and secure the future of the estate.  Still, I think there’s more to it than wealth-envy in the case of this show.  I think we are fascinated with honor.

The Crawleys, for all their obsession with marriage and the entail and the title, understand the duty and responsibility of privilege.  Robert, the pater familias, is a good man—even the Irish socialist chauffer says so.  He has a loving, tender marriage.  He treats his staff with respect and generosity.  He gives earnest speeches about the estate as his life’s work and his responsibility to those who depend upon it for their livelihood.  By golly he’s a job creator and he knows it.  True, he’s not perfect, but thanks to a maid-ex-machina who tempted him—he managed to forbear—he knows his own weakness, which only makes him better able to forgive his daughters for their mistakes.  Goodness, no one even cusses in this world.  Poor Matthew Crawley is allowed one “damn” after surviving a world war and losing his fiancée, and even then he apologizes to the ladies.

And the downstairs staff?  Well, except for a couple of minor machiavels—every show needs some villains—the staff is motivated by honor and decency, too.  Mrs. Hughes even delivers at one point a huffy speech about the crucial difference between prudence and self-interest. 

Duty and honor and decency and the public good.  A fantasy?  Of course.  Exactly.  No one imagines that this is how things were in 1912 or 1919.  We understand that the Crawleys are a fiction.  So why this fiction, now?  Well, maybe Downton Abbey appeals because in the wake of the financial crisis and in the midst of an election cycle, we look to our “aristocrats”—our celebrities, our politicians, our one percent—and we see vulgarity, power-greed, and deceit.  Maybe we long for a world in which crass self-interest is not assumed, but censured as dishonorable.  Where people make choices toward something other than their own immediate gratification.  Where everyone takes for granted a network of interrelationships and an obligation to do one’s part.  

So I wonder if this show is helping us discover what we value after all: modesty, decency, responsibility, honor.  We hardly ever hear the word “virtue” in public discourse, and I recognize that historically the gender and class inflections of various virtues are problematic to say the least.  But nevertheless I wonder if our favored fictions are revealing a hunger for a little more virtue, here and now in the real world.

Lent is a good time to hunger for virtue.  Not just polite virtue, but real deep-down righteousness.  I appreciated Jes’s post about total depravity a couple days ago.  (I kid you not: immediately after reading Jes’s post I went back to the book I was working through and this was the first sentence I read:  “One of the great paradoxes of Reformation theology is that it is the doctrine of total depravity that yields such humane and comforting consequences.”)  I agree that total depravity is a comforting and utterly necessary doctrine.  But our weaknesses and sins and pathologies are not the end of the story.  Being human is not just about being broken, but about being redeemed.  “Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.”  God designed into humanity a true nobility toward which we must strive.  We strive within the freedom of grace and by the power of the Holy Spirit—“for it is God who works within us”—but perhaps our popular fiction is urging us toward a little more striving.

Reader Comments (3)

Loved your thoughts as we are going to start watching this series just to see if we too get hooked- we need something to take the place of LOST series in our lives. Another thought- Perhaps we need these dramas to give us a place to practice righteous anger in a safe place-These people sound easy to criticize and confront without the risk of rejection.

February 25, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterMary Anderson

There are certainly echoes of the letter to the Philippians in the sentiments expressed here. We appear to live in an age when striving is a little out of fashion, but it is hard to discern another era in the church when this was so. For all the economic hardship of these days, they are relatively minimal to that which our forebears went through, those who were perhaps a little more disciplined in their striving? . . . and Lent would seem to be a good season for a little striving, no?

February 26, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterEric

Thanks for your comments, Mary and Eric. Mary, watch out. This is a highly addictive show. My poor husband scorned and scoffed, but guess what: now he's hooked. I think you're right about righteous anger. Practicing it aimed at the TV is fun, and it's one way we sort out what we value. It's especially fun with period dramas like Downton or Mad Men, because the writers put in little things for us to whoop over, such as blatant racism or sexism or outrageously patronizing remarks about the lower classes. Which makes me wonder about your interesting proposal, Eric, that we are more... shall we call it morally lazy? today than in the past. Philosophers, what do you think? Maybe you're right, Eric. I think we are probably much more morally strenuous about certain things--like racism, for instance--and horribly lazy about other moral matters. Hmmm...

February 27, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterDebra Rienstra

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