The Gift of Death
The Gift of Death
dwells on the term (though perhaps taking insufficient trouble to help his readers
understand it), for it is the philosophers most notorious neologism, his little joke on
the philosophical tradition that awards primacy to ideas over symbols, speech over
writing, presences over representations, and originals over copies. Derrida
endeavors to make us see things just the other way around, to force us to be
counterintuitive.
Structuralist language theory may give the clearest example of what he is after. The
modern linguist Ferdinand de Saussure has argued that a linguistic sign is a form
and not a substance, its meaning only relative, oppositive, negative. The idea of
direct reference is suspect, for any linguistic sign such as a word means nothing in
itself, but only what all the other words do not. In the dynamic interplay of
differences, meaning emerges as something vestigial, rather than substantial.
Because words signify only in terms of the way they differ from each other (cat/hat
or cat/dog), the alphabetic letter becomes an ironically apt metaphor of the signfor
no one imagines that a letter means anything apart from its difference and
combination with other letters. Derrida called his critique of philosophy a
grammatology, not in reference to grammar, but as a play on gramme , which
refers to an arbitrary mark, an insignificant letter, the trace of a sign. Meaning is a
network of traces, like a text; there is no arch-trace, no place in which language
finds its own ground.
To pursue his analysis of Derrida and Barth, Ward focuses on this instability of
meaning. It is, he acknowledges, a complex and (for the reader) onerous
negotiation. There is differance as well difference between Derrida and Barth, but
Barth offers opportunities for a Derridean reading because of the paradoxes that
propel his thought: the Word of God is the absolute Truth, but as a consequence,
human words are irremediably inadequate to the task of representing it. Revelation,
he states typically, is the Truth unveiling itself in its veiledness. For Barth, God is
known by God and by God alone, but this unalterable fact is not a warrant for
silence or complacency: The veracity of God in His revelation and the veracity of
His revelation establishes the veracity of the claim laid upon us to think of Him and
speak of Him.
Barth held no love for philosophy. In practice, he wrote, philosophia
christiana has never yet taken shape: if it was philosophia , it was not christiana ; if
it was christiana it was not philosophia . Indeed, he is unimpressed with any
profane knowledge; alienated from the Word of God, all history and science are
ashes and dust, as he repeatedly states. He certainly differs from Derrida in
asserting the divine origin of languagebut then, everything except our sinful
disobedience to the Truth has a divine origin. His thought, we might say, is
exultantly logocentric: The fact of the Word of God in no respect nor yet in the
very slightest degree receives its worth and validity from a presupposition which we
apply to it; its truth for us, like its truth in itself, is based purely upon itself . . . . Men
can know the Word of God because and so far as God wills that they should know
it. We only accede to such Truth by the faithwhich is a miracle or it is not
faiththat Gods grace bestows on us. Knowledge is a function of
acknowledgmentof obedience and sacrifice. Even theology, if it attempts to be
systematically coherent, becomes mere prattle.
Barth is as convinced of Gods Truth as he is of our inability to comprehend it.
Gods hiddenness tells us that God does not belong to the object which we can
always subjugate to the process of our viewing, conceiving, and expressing and
therefore our spiritual oversight and control . . . . God is inapprehensible. It is
Barths prolonged and thematic reservations about theological language that make
him a confederate to Derridas critique of linguistic representation. For Barth there
is an incommensurability with divine transcendence; for Derrida, the deficiency is
immanent to language. But for both thinkers, representation is always indirect and
circuitousparabolic, as Barth called it. As Ward writes, Barths theological
discourse is understood as a rhetorical strategy presenting both the need to do and
the impossibility of doing theology. This is exactly the form, method, and content of
Derridas philosophical discourse, which presents the inability and the inescapable
burden of doing philosophy. It is in light of this that Ward can argue that, though
they form no postmodern synthesis, nonetheless, Derrida has provided Karl Barths
theory of language with a philosophical supplement [and] Barth provides Derridas
economy of differance with a theological supplement.
Derridas new The Gift of Death is not examined by Ward, but it does not betray
anything that would challenge further correlation with Barth. Derridas point of
departure (and fleeting point of return) is Heretical Essays on the Philosophy of
History by Jan Patocka, a Czech spokesman for human rights who died after hours of
Communist police interrogation in 1977. In the thematic meandering that seems to
have become a trait of recent work by Derrida, he elaborates the paradox of secrecy
as it concerns Abrahams absolute submission to Gods apparently sacrificial will.
The result is a paradoxology, as he calls it, that might serve to reinforce Wards
argument. Derrida is led to define the history of God and of the name of God as the
history of secrecy, in a way that recalls the Barthean reflection on the unveiling of
Gods veiledness. Derrida wants to get us to think of God and of the name of God
without . . . idolatrous stereotyping and representation, an aim that informs his
provocative dialogue with Jean-Luc Marion as well. In his iconoclastic attention to
this internal critique of Christianity that is at the same time evangelical and
heretical, he can remind us of Barths very Kierkegaardian ambivalence towards all
that we name church and religion.
Derridas meditation on Abraham includes a reading of Kierkegaards Fear and
Trembling that meshes well with Barths ideas on faith, which is not surprising when
we recall that Barth himself derived his ideas as much from Kierkegaard as from
Luther and Calvin. Derridas statementOur faith is not assured, because faith can
never be, it must never be a certainty. We share with Abraham what cannot be
shared, a secret we know nothing about, neither him nor usis one that might well
have come from Barth, notwithstanding the fact that Barth eloquently claims a faith
that for Derrida remains a topic of the speculation that Barth customarily derided.
On this topic of faith, however, Derrida remains less nuanced than Barth. He speaks
of the irreducible experience of belief, where Barth argues that we need faith in
our faithsuggesting, as Ward might put it, the requirement of a kind of Derridean
supplement for our faith to take hold of itself.
If anything like that is the case, we are led to ask whether theologylike Derridas
reading of metaphysicsis only a vast tautology, as it seems to many a profane
intelligence, and as Barth himself anxiously apprehends in the second volume
of Church Dogmatics . God is God, he insists at the beginning of his commentary
on Paul, which he later glosses by saying that the theme of the Epistle to the
RomansTheology, the Word of Godcan be uttered by human lips only when it is
apprehended that the predicate, God Revealed , has as its subject God Hidden .
On his chosen topics, Derrida as usual takes his reflections further than many will be
willing to follow. For all his nimble analyses, the man is often strangely
apocalypticwhich is doubtless what constitutes the appeal of his work to some, its
offense to others. He thinks, as it were, absolutely, with a liability for disclosing a
crisis of difference that his adversaries label nihilism. But his apparent recklessness
may also be the consequence of a semantic and contextual vigilance that is akin to
Barths fideistic intensity. According to its reckoning, Barth writes of Pauls epistle,
the impossible possibility of God appears as the position which cannot be a
position. By this position all other reckonings are threatened with destruction at
every moment.
In the title Positions given to a series of interviews with Derrida, the plural of the
title expresses his resistance to naively concrete assertions and dogmatically
confident utterances. Granted, this resistance arises from his canny work on
language rather than from anything like Barths transcendental viewpoint. But
Barths work has nihilating proclivities of its own: The more successfully the good
and the right assume concrete form, the more they become evil and
wrongsummum jus , summa injuria .
In his ongoing dialogue with Levinas, Derrida ponders the implications of
responsibility. If we are responsible for others at all, it turns out that we are
responsible for all and for everything. Our responsibility towards others, all others
and any particular other, is so total as to be utterly impracticable and psychically
unbearable. In Derridas absolute conception, every sacrifice we make for anyone
amounts to a sacrifice that we make of all others, for whose welfare we are
nonetheless responsible as well: I can only respond to the one (or to the One), that
is, to the other, by sacrificing that one to the other. I am responsible to any one
(that is to say to any other) only by failing in my responsibilities to all the others, to
the ethical or political generality. And I can never justify this sacrifice. Here we
stand not with Luther but with Kafkain whose story Before the Law a lifelong and
now dying aspirant is told by the gatekeeper, No one but you could gain
admittance through this door, since this door was intended only for you. I am now
going to shut it.
Barth once quoted Dostoevsky as a commentary on Paul: Each one of us is utterly
guilty in the presence of all; and, more than all the others, I am guilty. It is a
statement that fairly summarizes Derridas titanic though nonetheless profane
sense of obligation. But perhaps profane is not the apposite term, for its
difference from the sacred collapses at the extremes to which Derrida takes his
thinking: The concepts of responsibility, of decision, or of duty are condemned a
priori to paradox, scandal, and aporia. Paradox, scandal, and aporia are themselves
nothing other than sacrifice, the revelation of conceptual thinking at its limit, at its
death and finitude. As Ward remarks, The possibility for a theology haunts the
margins of every text. In The Gift of Death , Derrida defines a responsibility so
comprehensive and so drastic that only divine assurances could underwrite it. A
Barthean might argue that it virtually requires some notion of grace for us to bear it.
In the postmodern Christology Ward seeks with his work on Derrida and Barth, grace
is necessary just to reduce the cruelty of logic.
For Derrida, were no better off morally than Abraham at Mount Moriah with his
knife poised over his son, in a posture that ethics would call hatred and murder,
an abomination in the eyes of all, . . . atrocious, criminal, unforgivable, as
Kierkegaard insists. And yet it is the most common thing, the truth, the very
structure of what occurs every day. Every act for one is a betrayal embracing all
others, each of whom is the only son I sacrifice to the other, every one being
sacrificed to every one else in this land of Moriah that is our habitat every second of
every day. For Derrida this ubiquity of Mount Moriah is not only a structural
necessity, or a formal economy, but an empirical fact that ensures social order.
This monstrosity of prodigious proportions that we conceive as Abrahams
sacrifice is our daily fare. We can hardly imagine a father taking his son to be
sacrificed on the top of the hill at Montmartre, he says, but that is what he drives
us to imagine about ourselves when we go out for the morning newspaper. For
Derrida as for Rene Girard, the road to order is paved with victims.
Derrida here seems to be writing a brief for original sin that, without being named
as such, is more dynamic than the concept in Barth, for whom it is far more
elemental, rudimentary, the characteristic mark of human nature as such. It is the
idea of a general economy of sacrifice that leads him to reflect on portions of the
Sermon on the Mount that suspend the strict economy of exchange, including
that hateful form of circulation that involves reprisal, vengeance, returning blow for
blow, settling scores.
In Jesus words, all symmetry between debtor and lender, offender and offended, is
broken, for the Sermon on the Mount performs a critique of difference to which any
deconstructor can subscribe. Subject to serious misuses, deconstruction is
nonetheless, in its right use, not a simple trashing of culture and tradition, but a
critique of differencesof the arbitrary semantic and institutional constructs that
impose rather than reflect order. Accordingly, it naturally provides a critique of the
symbolic violence that orders cultural representation. But, unlike the Sermon on the
Mount, deconstructive philosophy provides no antidote. If sacrifice and scandal
name the violence of conceptual thought at its extreme, it is fair to ask whether this
is just the moment to give up on philosophy altogether, and, with the likes of Pascal,
Kierkegaard, and Simone Weil, look elsewhere for the solutions to our problems.
Philosophys self-deconstruction is conceivably Derridas principle contribution to
theology.
Derrida does not pursue, however, the theme of forgiveness that runs throughout
Scripture. Forgiveness is not a concept, and in all fairness there is nothing that
Derrida says of it that suggests it is. But this is just the problem with Derrida: there
is nothing, or almost nothing, in his discussion of the Sermon on the Mount to
suggest that forgiveness is the key. The Sermon on the Mount is not about secrecy,
but about human conduct, wherein forgiveness is a concrete form of behavior, a
practical model entirely immanent to human interaction. Its effect is to break utterly
the ties that bind us to the others violence, to our neighbors hostility,
imperiousness, or envy. The injunction to love our neighbor, even our persecutor, is
not ignored by Derrida, who links it to the thematics of Gods infinite love, but the
philosophers spirit is inevitably more exercised by infinity than by love.
Derrida can take us to the limits of conceptual thinking, but not beyond. He makes
his home at those limits, writingas he entitles one of his books On the Margins of
Philosophy , which leaves him bound to touch theology. But what he does when he
touches theology is disorienting and finally disappointing. He veers off from his
discussion of the Sermon on the Mount, for example, to an early essay by
Baudelaire on giving counterfeit money as an abuse of charityin which Derrida
claims to find something like a parody of Christian sacrifice. In the salary promised
in heaven by the Father who sees in secret and will pay it back, [Baudelaires] The
Pagan School can always unmask a sort of sublime and secret calculation, that of
him who seeks to win paradise economically as the narrator of [Baudelaires]
Counterfeit Money puts it.
This knowledge, Derrida continues, at the same time founds and destroys the
Christian concepts of responsibility and justice and their object. We might hear
intimations of Barthean paradox here, but Barth would be the first to insist that the
gift (whose notional suppression so intrigues Derrida) needs to be one of the things
we give with no exchange, with no expectation of return because they proceed from
love. These are the building blocks of the Kingdom, its unshakable foundation, that
Scripture talks about with unalloyed clarity. If there is a secret here, it is Gods love,
which stands in the world as something other than a concept-except perhaps for
philosophers, which is perhaps why Derrida is drawn to Nietzsche in his terminal
remarks: The stroke of genius called Christianity, he quotes from Nietzsches On
The Genealogy of Morals , claims to deliver man from what for man had become
unacquittablethe creditor playing scapegoat for his debtor fromlove (can you
believe it?) from love of his debtor!
Nietzsche may have had philosophical reasons for rejecting belief in God, but the
relentless shrillness of his references to Christianity and Judaism does not derive
from philosophical reason. By the time Nietzsche wrote at the end of the nineteenth
century, it was no big deal to sneer at God and his churches (though Baudelaire had
regarded it as a churlish audacity only a generation earlier). But those who
celebrate Gods death are left with a purely worldly transcendence. And this worldly
transcendenceexpressed in the unforgiving competition for public recognition and
celebrityhas no antidote to rivalry, precisely because rivalry is its operating
principle. Signing himself the crucified in his final correspondence, Nietzsche was
at last drawn into an insane attempt at rivalry with Jesus and the Gospels.
For deciding what to make of Derrida, perhaps we need to take seriously this late
madness of Nietzsche. Like Derrida, Nietzsche exhausted conceptual thinking and
gave up on philosophy. If he succumbed at the end to delusions of divinity while
Derrida has not, it may simply be that Derrida has not yet found where Nietzsches
road inevitably leads. Barth liked to associate Nietzsches madness with his own
cherished conviction that the truth is unbearablewhich may reflect certain
romantic problems with Barths theology. But Barths work nonetheless suggests
that the only way past the limits Derrida explores is through the grace and gospel of
Jesus.
Andrew J. McKenna is Professor of French at Loyola University Chicago and author
of Violence and Difference: Girard, Derrida, and Deconstruction.