“The unexamined life
is not worth living.” Plato, quoting Socrates at his trial.
A few years ago while I was trying a capital case in the Los
Angeles, I spent lunchtimes in the 13th floor attorney lounge. A
visitor there was Phil Spector, the legendary pop music producer who happened to be on
trial for murder. He was a strange
looking elderly man, coiffed and dressed as if the 60’s were still in style,
shoulder length brown hair (a wig?), frock coat, flared trousers, high-heeled
boots. I knew that Spector was considered by many to be a “genius” who had
revolutionized rock and roll by his imaginative recording innovations called
“The Wall of Sound.” He had worked with many artists, including The Beatles and
Frank Sinatra, who admired his talents and puzzled at his eccentricities.
Spector had been described as suffering from severe
mood swings, impulsivity, bouts of rage, misogyny, feelings of inferiority. He was eventually convicted of murdering a woman who he had invited to his house.
During the trial the most emotion he showed to me was when he
told me that he was annoyed that the prosecutor had described him as a
has-been. Spector asked me rhetorically, “Were Einstein or Mozart has-beens just because their most recognized success came when they were
young?”
At the time I took it as a residue of his sturdy ego that he
compared himself to those geniuses, but in his field, Spector was often dubbed
with that overused title.
Greatness and goodness often seem to be mutually exclusive
qualities. Two recent dramas, both coincidentally titled “Genius” confirm the
idea. The film with that title released in 2016, starred Jude Law as the
novelist, Thomas Wolfe, and Colin Firth as master editor Maxwell Perkins. The
movie is based on A. Scott Berg’s biography of Perkins, called “Editor of
Genius.” (This is a double entendre, meaning Perkins was a genius of an editor
and and editor of geniuses.) Featured characters in the movie are Ernest
Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald, whose lives also prove the point. Perkins is
depicted as an exception to the rule: brilliant, intuitive as well as kind,
gentle, loyal and selfless.
The other “Genius” is the currently airing (on the National
Geographic Channel) ten-part biography of Albert Einstein, directed by Ron
Howard. The drama focuses more on Einstein’s failings as a student, employee,
professor, son, and especially as lover, husband, and father, than the
intellectual products of his mind that revolutionized science. This yields soapy
operatic episodes that expose the misery of his first wife, Mileva Maric, sure
to be attractive to a wider audience than dry complex science can attract.
Howard’s style is old-fashioned in its use of transparent
devices. He is fond of teasing by foreshadowing, such as ending an episode when
a colleague is shown a piece of paper by a pleased Einstein, and gasps, in
admiration. The viewer is shown the famous formula (as if merely seeing the
equation would be shocking).
To underscore his theme of Einstein’s misogyny, he
compares the minimizing of his wife’s contributions with Pierre Curie’s
insistence that his wife, Marie, be given equal credit. In other scenes, the
inspirations for Einstein’s discoveries are shown to be his infant son, a
spider, a casual remark by a friend, a ride in an elevator.
These scenes are
overly simplified variations on anecdotes relating to Einstein’s “thought
experiments” that he described in his writings but they come across as almost
comical. It reminds me of the old joke
about Beethoven’s mother saying, “I inspire you? Don’t make me laugh! Ha-Ha-Ha Haaa!
Howard is used to “biographical drama,” and “based on true
events” filmmaking that takes license with facts. In both “Cinderella Man” and
“A Beautiful Mind,” the director omitted serious character flaws and actions of
his heroes that would have detracted from their heroism.
At least, “Genius,” is consistent with the
book that was his source material in its focus on the prurient and perverse,
rather than the dull science that shook the world.
This series is based on Walter Isaacson’s book, “Einstein
His Life And Universe.” Isaacson is no physicist and according to book reviews,
it shows in his biography, which is light on the science and heavy on the
cultural impact, politics, philosophy, and especially on his domestic life
(i.e., sex life) with his wives and mistresses.
The historian benefits from the recent discovery of a cache
of Einstein’s love letters. They expose his sentimental and romantic side
(Einstein’s poetry skills show a lack of genius in that art). The letters also
reveal a rather creepy side to his seduction techniques, exclaiming love and
making extravagant promises and in the next breath (or letter) making demands
for obedience and loyalty, detailing tasks she is to perform in order to
satisfy him.
Isaacson joins recent
biographers to correct the perception that Mileva was not more than the great
man’s sex partner, housekeeper, and nursemaid to his children. She was a
brilliant physics student in her own right, who helped her husband to write his
early papers. How much she contributed has been a matter of debate, but it was
certainly more than Einstein himself was willing to admit. The correction of
this record in a popular history is a worthy goal, even if it does pander to our modern sensibility in a blatant attempt to attract a female audience.
The defect in the drama results from the self-conscious
pandering to the target audience that the script and acting pound home with
repetitive annoyance. In scene after scene, Albert takes advantage of Mileva’s
trust – deflecting her nagging for r-e-s-p-e-c-t by disingenuous patronizing
hugs and ardent assurances, after which he goes on to his singular quest for
fame by solving the complex puzzles of nature.
The notion that a genius may comprehend the mysteries of the
universe but lack any understanding of other people is not revolutionary – in
biography or drama. In fact, it seems to be so common that it may be one of the
essential ingredients of understanding genius.
The mind of the artist
Another observation may be related to this phenomenon. There
seems to be a correlation between some forms of “mental problems” and artistic
creativity. I put quotation marks around the phrase to underscore its admitted
vagueness. Researchers agree that mental illness is neither necessary nor
sufficient for creativity. However, there is research to suggest a link
between mental illness and creativity.
While people suffering in the throes of serious mental
illness are usually dysfunctional; i.e., unable to coherently create, other
forms of mental distress seem to stimulate creativity.
An area of the brain called the precuneus affects personal
memory and self-consciousness. Researchers find that it is more active in
creative people even while they are performing other concentration intensive tasks. The
inability to suppress the seemingly unnecessary cognitive activity aids the
creative process by linking ideas that reside in disparate neural networks. The
increased activity found in the precuneus also is seen in those with
schizotypal personalities.
Schizotypy is not schizophrenia, a debilitating psychosis.
It is a state that contains a constellation of symptoms, most of which exist in
everyone in some degree. These include “unusual perceptual experiences, thin
mental boundaries between self and other, impulsive nonconformity, and magical
beliefs.” Negative schizotypal traits include “cognitive disorganization and
physical and social anhedonia.” Such people may be introverted, emotionally
flat, asocial.
I can imagine a common sense reason for this. Creativity demands
self-awareness.; ditto mental and emotional turmoil. Poets like Sylvia Plath
and Robert Lowell have spent enormous energy analyzing their emotions, their
perceptions, their relationships.
Of course, Ezra Pound, T. S. Eliot’s friend [see below] who is also considered
one of the greatest poets of the 20th Century, was a vocal
anti-Semite, even making propaganda broadcasts from fascist Italy during World
War II. Pound was clinically mentally ill, paranoid and eventually hospitalized, but
whether his paranoia led him to the “Jewish conspiracy” or was a co-incidental
presence in his mind along with his artistic talent is in doubt.
Risky Behavior
On the other end of the spectrum from schizotypy is the “Type T personality.”
Originally described by Jung, these are risk takers. They tend to be
extroverted and creative, crave new experiences and excitement. Sociopaths have
some of these traits. So do some intellectuals, including Einstein and Galileo,
as well as extreme athletes. Ernest Hemingway, self-described as bipolar, combined
features of this type. Drawn to danger in war, sports and violent
entertainments, his masculine self-image demanded risk while his creative mind
wove imaginative novels.
The Rare Great AND Good:
“If I
had written the greatest book, composed the greatest symphony, painted the most
beautiful painting or carved the most exquisite figure I could not have felt
the more exalted creator than I did when they placed my child in my arms.” Dorothy
Day, Catholic social activist (1897-1980)
It was not just as a mother that Dorothy Day exercised her
faith. After living a self described selfish existence as a young liberated woman in the
1920’s, including affairs and an abortion, Day sought meaning to life and found
it in Catholicism and radical activism during the Depression.
Day was a sinner who found a cause in the Catholic Workers
Movement, doing good works and writing about her faith. She was a prolific
do-gooder who actually did a lot of good. She was a prolific writer, speaker,
and organizer. As one who converted to her faith through ardent and serious
reflection and then seriously tried to live up to its ideals, she influenced
many Catholics and others by her example and her activism.
By that measure, Dorothy Day qualifies as “great” as well as
“good.” (Within the Church that she often resented for its conservatism, she is
now being considered for sainthood, along with another modern good and great
woman, Mother Teresa.)
But in general, it seems that most of those who strive to be
great must sacrifice something that ordinary people enjoy, such as .
. . a family.
Recently I have been reading Deborah Lipstadt’s book about
the trial that formed the basis of the movie, “Denial”. Her lawyer (solicitor in
British parlance) was Anthony Julius, who, in addition to being a terrific
lawyer, also held a Ph.D. in history. His Ph.D. thesis had become a
controversial best seller.
It examined how T.S. Eliot’s anti-Semitism was
expressed in some of his poems. Julius’s thesis conceded that Eliot was an
exceptional poet, although he held a despicable personal view toward Jews,
which he was not reluctant to reveal in his art.
So there it is, again. In my view, anti-Semites cannot be
called “good” in any sense of the term; it is a disqualifying character flaw. I
feel the same way about racists and sexists, as well as other forms of bigotry,
although I do concede that there may be gradations of defects, and also
acknowledge that some leeway is owed to the culture in which the person acted. Wagner was a great composer of music, but a
world-class hater of Jews.
This last point is sticky, because it should not be used to
excuse one who adopts the view of his society when others in the same position
shout against the notion. An example for me would be Edgar Degas, who spent
much of his time with ballet dancers but took pains to urge the guilt of
Dreyfus and blamed all French Jews.
I don’t mean to imply that anti-Semitism is the only
character trait that detracts from goodness among great artists. In the
fore-mentioned movie, “Genius”, Thomas Wolfe is shown to be a self-centered
user and abuser of those who helped him, including his mistress as well as his
editor. He discards both after he achieves fame. But Wolfe was not an
anti-Semite. In fact, he spent enough time in Nazi Germany in 1936 to see what
they were doing, and returned to write about the despicable treatment of Jews
there.
Steve Jobs is another example of the high achiever, creative and imaginative innovator, who was driven to excellence to the detriment of his relationships with friends, co-workers, lovers, children. His example does not seem to be unique in the record. Great? Certainly. Good, not so much. Genius? By many definitions, yes. Mentally ill? Obsessive, neurotic? Well, he has been diagnosed by observers as cyclothymic.