Tuesday, 16 August 2016

What Is Total Revolt?


WARNING: This is quite a lengthy one!

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What Is Total Revolt?


I have been giving thought to ‘revolt’ – and especially to ‘total revolt’ – since re-reading Robert Brustein’s Theatre of Revolt, which was published way back in 1964, incorporating material that he had written in the late 1950s. [1] Brustein (b. 1927) is the doyen of American ‘highbrow’ theatre critics and dramaturgs. Re-reading a book now perhaps thought dated because of its germination in the theatrical excitement of several decades ago is to experience a blast of fresh air from the past.
Theatre of Revolt’s premise is that nine of the greatest dramatists and exponents or founder-members of the modern as distinct from the classical theatre – Ibsen, Strindberg, Chekov, Shaw, Pirandello, O’Neill, Brecht, Artaud and Genet – that is to say, nearly all of them, are protagonists of an all-round, or total revolt; that it is, indeed, ‘revolt’ which characterises the modern drama in general, including the greater and lesser dramaturgical exponents.  The old theatre was a theatre of ‘communion’ (my own term for it is a ‘theatre of affirmation’); the modern theatre is – or was when Brustein was writing, according to him - a ‘theatre of revolt’.
In drama terms, the period background for this book covers the ‘angry young man’ phenomenon, notable for the theatrical ‘revolution’ launched in that year of Suez, 1956, with John Osborne’s Look Back in Anger, swiftly followed by a veritable explosion across British theatre and cinema which, incidentally, included a few angry young women – Pinter, Wesker, Delaney, Jellicoe, Arden, Rudkin, Wood, Behan, not to speak of that tragically overlooked precursor John Whiting; film dramatisations of Sillitoe, Braine, Kingsley Amis and so on. Brustein was writing at a time when the world impact of Beckett, as well as of Ionesco and others characterised by the late Martin Esslin as ‘the theatre of the absurd’, the momentous visit to London in the mid 1950s of Brecht’s Berliner Ensemble marking the advent in the West of ‘epic theatre’, plus Albee, Kopit, Gelber and others from across the Atlantic, were all in evidence, while the Eastern European drama of Gombrowicz, Mrozek and Havel was beginning to be noticed outside the confines of the Soviet ‘satellite’ countries. It was a period when the cinema of Bergman, Satyajit Ray, Fellini, Antonioni and the French nouvelle vague was reaching a wide Anglo-Saxon audience – a great time to be alive and young and theatregoing and cinemagoing, as I recall. But Brustein has his mind not on all this (except for his frequent citings of Beckett and Ionesco) but on what he apparently considers the central thrust of the whole movement as embodied in his nine chosen subjects.
The philosophical background for this book is one in which French Existentialism was fashionable still; when Structuralism, not to speak of the later Poststructuralism or Postmodernism, had scarcely been heard of outside certain Parisian circles (except that the first was already being disseminated indirectly through the anthropology of Lévi-Strauss and to some extent in the writings of Lucien Goldmann). It was a time – around 1960 - when Sartre could write plausibly of Marxism and Existentialism as being the two interacting philosophical trajectories of the day, and anyone who was not an Oxford linguistic analyst had to pay court to Existentialism one way or another, including the theologians Barth and Tillich. All this seems very remote from the intellectual scene fifty-odd years later in the 21st century, whether in France or elsewhere, since Marxism – seemingly on the verge of an intellectual hegemonic triumph by the early 1970s -  subsequently, it seemed,  went with the formerly militant Western working class into semi-eclipse (as ‘post Marxism’) while Existentialism is heard of no more. Nevertheless, the fundamental writings informing Existentialism are as inspirational and as avidly read and analysed as ever: Dostoyevsky, Kafka, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Heidegger. The last two were claimed for Postmodernism as well. As, indeed, was Marx to some extent, at least by such as Foucault and Derrida.  (Sartre, it should be recalled, could not – at great length - leave old Marx alone, either.)
Brustein’s writing, though not on the same intellectual level as these philosophers and not intended to be so, remains stimulating, in its own way, from across the years. From sources in practising journalism and teaching as well as in dramaturgy, his treatment of ideas is lucid and without academic ponderousness. He breaks down ‘revolt’ into three phases: ‘messianic,’ ‘social’ and ‘existential’. The first phase, the ‘messianic’, is the one in which the playwright in question renounces God (or declares Him dead) and sets himself up, rebelliously and Lucifer-like, as ‘overman’ in God’s place, as man, artist and prophet.  This is a phase very much influenced by the protean Nietzsche, fairly obviously, and in particular by Thus Spake Zarathustra. It represents the playwright as militant seer, at any rate the drama, with a prophetic voice like a ‘cry in the wilderness’. The second phase is one of ‘social’ revolt: this turns the searchlight on community and society by way of searing critique, with even a revolutionist or at any rate socially subversive tone. The third phase is ‘existential’, the dying phase of the ‘theatre of revolt’: this posits, with a certain weariness, a total absurdity in human existence with despairing and tragic overtones. [2] Lucifer has failed, in the end. The ‘phases’ have come full circle. The messianic had also implications for a mankind situated in the universe, but trumpeting a message of defiance and ultimate triumph for the new world of new beings to supersede the old, as presaged by the dramatist and his plays. Passing through the social, the cycle returns once more to cosmological implications, but this time the message is one of utter futility and despair. 
Brustein makes no attempt to fashion these phases as appearing in an invariable chronological order (they are much too fluid and interacting for that), and the only dramatist who fits all three of them in such an order more or less to perfection is Henrik Ibsen, with August Strindberg a close second. Chekov never goes through a ‘messianic’ phase at all: his compass is confined to the ‘social’ and (at any rate implicitly) the ‘existential’. Brustein is right to suggest that Chekov was not as ‘objectively realist’ as he claimed to be, ordering his plays within a moral perspective of his own. At the same time it is difficult to make out any sort of case for Chekov as a rebel, and although his tragi-comedies indicate social developments in the Russia of the time, they cannot be said to be manifestations of any sort of ‘social revolt’ on Chekov’s part. Dr Chekov the diagnosing physician was uninterested in abstract ideas and in political programmes, revolutionary or otherwise. 
Brustein’s case for several others is at best tenuous. He could not quite come to terms with Pirandello’s crypto-fascism and overt support for Mussolini. His portrayal of the genial and garrulous Shaw as in a state of ‘revolt’ also begs a few questions. Shaw’s political position evolved into a curious amalgam of (rather dated) gradualist and benign socialism with inclinations towards ‘strong man’ adoration (which unfortunately never dates). Brustein’s argumentation is forced to dwell on Heartbreak House (when the war-weary Shaw finally lost his cool) and on Back to Methuselah (an interminable drama in the ‘messianic mode’) – neither play representing Shaw at his best. And on Man and Superman (which indeed is Shaw at his best, but as a dazzling comedy of manners it hardly seems to represent a dramatist in revolt, even as it punctures the pompous certainties of the male half of human society). As for the rest, Brustein admits that Shaw is writing mainly for entertainment with a little argumentation here and there, like grit for the pearl.  Brustein’s treatment of Brecht is, I think, vitiated by his Cold War ignorance of and one-sided approach to Marxist dialectic, so that he is quite unable to give an accurate account of Brecht’s aesthetics as they are informed by his revolutionary socialist ethos, though the pre-Marxist plays are focused on with interest (Brustein either ignores or is unaware of the major and enduring Marxist aesthetic confrontation of Brecht and Lukacs.) Brustein fails most consistently with O’Neill, whose large oeuvre is almost entirely dismissed except for the two late plays, The Ice Man Cometh and Long Day’s Journey Into Night, because only these fit into Brustein’s grand scheme for O’Neill’s inclusion in the pantheon.  (One feels it may have been thought necessary to get an American in there somewhere.) The only ones who satisfactorily fill Brustein’s bill are Ibsen, Strindberg, Artaud and Genet: all undoubtedly turbulent – in at least two cases to the point of severe mental disorder – and all undoubtedly subversive rebels in their bones to the end.
Ibsen is the grand old man of total revolt, and it is Brustein’s chapter on Ibsen that I – seeking to find out what Brustein thought total revolt was – believe to be the most illuminating. Ibsen (whom MC Bradbrook thought was one of the two greatest writers of the 19th century – the other being Tolstoy – and I agree with her despite the steep competition) was against everything. His concept of ‘revolt’ was total, implacable, and consistent to the end, seeking and finding successive means – ‘messianic’, ‘social’ and ‘existential’ – to express it according to these various phases in his artistic development. When remarking that the only true revolution was the Flood, Ibsen noted that even the Flood had survivors in Noah’s Ark. His response: ‘I would torpedo the ark!’  It is grand, ferocious, and total. We misread Ibsen if we imagine that his ‘social’ plays were dramas advocating reform (thus so highly and mistakenly esteemed by Shaw, amongst others). Ibsen’s vision was cast far beyond his immediate century. He works out his misanthropy, if that is what it is, just as much through the social ‘realistic’ dramas of his middle period as in his earlier and last periods. Ibsen will have everything overturned, everything destroyed. This makes him a supreme dramatist and artist: his instinct is to go for the jugular every time, which is what great plays are, after all, supposed to do.
So much, then, for a brief description and critique of the Brustein essays themselves. I wish now to depart into a more speculative ranging on my chosen subject.
Brustein’s treatment of ‘the theatre of revolt’ and the playwrights exemplifying his three ‘stages’ or phases of revolt has led me to ponder on what ‘total revolt’ is. If it is total, then it is, by definition, revolt also against the self that is in rebellion. One can only rebel at such a nonsensical proposition as that everything must be destroyed, even if this emanates from oneself. Thus the total rebel is at odds with himself as with the world and with life. Brustein recognises this by saying that the only way the total rebel could reconcile his contradictions was in the art he achieved: the drama brings about the enactment of a reconciliation within the self that real life cannot, because the drama is an art form that may contain and is strengthened by the tensions within contradictions, passing them on to the audience to resolve – if the audience can. There is no need for the dramatic artist to resolve them if real drama is not about resolution but about perennial and unresolved conflict.  In this sense Ibsen reaches back two thousand years before the Christian era of redemption to a pagan time both misty and mysteriously relevant to ourselves, when there was no personal redemption. His plays are powerful, in other words, because in tone they reach back to the Greeks, who had no concept of universal redemption, hence tragedy. That is why Ibsen brings us back to Greek tragedy in a way that recalls us to Marlowe and Shakespeare, and surpasses anyone else otherwise in the ability to re-create the essentially claustrophobic effect of a pagan Greek tragedy (what part does Nordic polytheism play in this? I wish Brustein could have said more about it.)
But my subject here is only incidentally about plays, much as I consider plays to be the ideal means of exemplifying the sort of total revolt that cannot be realised in practice – except partially and vicariously in the practice of writing plays and in the experience of seeing them.
Let me try to suggest what ‘total revolt’ is.
It is manifested as a deep-rooted feeling of implacable subversion. Nothing is accepted, and one looks at everything with the idea at the back of one’s mind of everything being upturned and destroyed. It does not necessarily imply that people are worthless, but what is worthless is what they are tied to, what they are in subservience to, what they worship and adore, what they cling on to.
The total rebel might see even more evidence for this universal worthlessness in the world of today than in that of forty or fifty years ago, and yet by some supreme irony the intellectuals of our time no longer embrace any kind of ‘outsider’ philosophy. Everything – including revolt – is no more than a social or linguistic ‘construction of reality’. And so there is no way forward for the total rebel. The intellectual alternative is willingly to pimp for the worthless, in opportunistic forms of jargon embodying thin excuses for relativism that would have been laughed out of court fifty or sixty years ago. There seems even more a case for sweeping everything away now than there was when it was intellectually fashionable to be excited by thinkers and writers who believed this. As the spirit of Kafka descends upon our increasingly repressive and increasingly secretive bureaucratised and routinised institutions, backed up by even more awesome and sophisticated fire-power than before, there seems more than ever a reason to discern a dark night of the individual soul, but this discernment is not taking place today at any level of visibility. Ionesco was more prophetic than he knew: everyone is, indeed, turning into a rhinoceros, following the herd in his and her own way. [3]  (The rhinoceros is not a herd animal, but let us suppose that this beast represents an extreme individualism which dialectically reverts to mass conformity.)
Creativity suffers – if Brustein is right – for if the modern theatre is built on revolt then when revolt is exhausted and eschewed the art has nowhere to go, creatively speaking: Postmodernism is the bland, masturbatory substitute, absorbing an inwardly exhausted but outwardly playful, cynical escapism. In the situation where classicism as an artistic approach is rejected for good and all by artists and masses alike, then revolt remains as the only alternative:  the only wellspring for creative achievement as opposed to creative masturbation.  We have not otherwise all become suddenly mediocre, but that is the general impression.
Total revolt sees beyond the crisis, and beyond the ‘answers’ or resolutions to the crisis. There is no final wall of certitude against which total revolt is dashed. We all now apprehend the price of everything and the value of nothing. The total rebel recognises the value of nothing whatever, and knows that the price for believing there is a value is a price too high to pay. Tell this to the budding playwright or novelist or poet! Given appropriate circumstances, it will unblock every creative block there is, like an effective emetic.
The creative need is made the more urgent by the fact that the rebellion instinctively revolts against the self as well. Thus without creativity the total rebel who is also mentally vulnerable descends into insanity. Short of that, and with more mental resilience, into a painfully arid life without hope or redemption, perhaps expressed as a sterile cynicism, or – worse – in drugs, alcoholism, even criminality. Or in what may be more widespread than any of these: a pretend ordinariness which finds no satisfaction in pretending to be ordinary.  Is ‘pretending to be ordinary’ the highest I can hope to reach in the one life I have to live?
I would distinguish this position of the total rebel from the situation of psychopaths, with whom those in ‘total revolt’ may be confused. The typical psychopath (if there is such a creature, for I am no psychologist: perhaps I should say ‘ideal type’ though it seems inapposite regarding psychopathology), is one with an acute mental condition, a malfunctioning of certain areas of the brain: the psychopath literally cannot tell right from wrong; he or she cannot begin to grasp the feelings of others because he or she has no ‘feelings’ herself or at any rate cannot experience certain inner drives self-reflexively. The physical analogy would be with someone lacking the capacity to feel pain – as, say, from contact with a hot stove. Needless to say, this puts the subject in a certain amount of danger: we need our nerve-ends to transmit pain to us for the sake of our own physical survival. The same is true in the moral or ethical sense for the psychopath. He can never know the depth of the hurt or pain he may be causing others because he cannot feel any hurt or pain in himself. With this lack goes an inability to distinguish right from wrong in any actions: if we define ‘right’ in its broadest sense as not doing harm to others and ‘wrong’ in its broadest sense as inflicting harm on others. This is why criminal psychopaths will most likely be sent to closed mental institutions rather than prisons. How could the psychopath ever really know how others thought about him? How could he ever judge the efficacy of an action if he knew only of certain consequences (such as the ability to become more powerful) and not others? How could he consolidate a position of power if he had no actual desire for it except as an amusement, like a boy with power over flies? The psychopath, to use the current cant, is simply ‘not in touch with his feelings’. He does have innate, buried feelings, but although they provide the drive, he cannot grasp them in their entirety, and so does not really know why he does anything. I would think his world would be extremely bewildering. I suspect that children can be cruel and apparently unfeeling for this very reason: their brains have not developed sufficiently for them to empathise with the pain of others, including that of harmless small creatures that they may torture to death for the immediate pleasure and detached fascination of it. But this cruelty also takes in the suffering children can inflict upon one another. Indeed, it is the suffering of this cruelty that helps some children to ‘grow up’ that much sooner – and for better or worse. It is also possible that psychopathology is present in the hysterical mass mentality of lynch mobs, or is perhaps assisted by intoxicants, as in the case with some violent hooliganism. This would represent a temporary suspension of the moral faculties in group form.
The psychopath is not in rebellion because he is not aware that there is any overall war – certainly none within his own soul. The ‘total rebel’ on the other hand, whose behaviour is equally instinctive, is fully aware of his feelings and what he hates about himself, of the implications of actions, of right and wrong moralities whether he subscribes to them or not. His mental faculties penetrate beyond all conventional usages and opinions. It is useful to cite Ibsen again in this context: Ibsen was reported in conversation as once saying that any idea or belief, taken to its logical extreme, contradicts itself.
The total rebel is likely to believe something like the following. All beliefs, opinions, ideas, theories are – if taken to their logical conclusions – likely to end up as absurdities.  The bigger the ideas (here he or she departs somewhat from Ibsen, but following the great dramatist’s line of thought) the grosser the absurdities involved. Plato’s Republic at its most philosophically sublime is loaded with the creakiest absurdities. Likewise, the imminent Second Coming and Day of Judgement as quite clearly and unequivocally proclaimed by Jesus Christ in the New Testament. It is a grand and wonderful, healing vision – but it did not happen, either then or two thousand years later, and it keeps getting postponed. Which appears to put Christ on somewhat the same level as the shabbiest street evangelist waving a placard saying THE END IS NIGH. Marx is – to my mind – the greatest intellect produced by the 19th century, even including Darwin; he unravelled the nature of capitalism and the history of the age of capital more profoundly than anyone before him or since, and incidentally founded whole sciences along the way. But Marx – might well say our hypothetical total rebel - thought working-class revolution to be more or less imminent, and it was the philosophical-dialectical basis of his theorising that led him to believe this.  Though an admirable predictor in many respects, in this absolutely central respect Marx was entirely wrong; not just a little wrong but entirely wrong. The whole richness of subsequent Marxist apologetics, historiography, interpretation and exegesis rests on this one, big towering mistake and delusion – which looks more like an absurdity to the total rebel the closer he examines it: as if working classes could ever rise up to destroy and expropriate, when unemployment and bad times lead to worker subjugation and impotence, whilst full employment and good times lead to workers striking only for better wages to climb on the gravy train along with everybody else. This is not to gainsay a fundamental proposition that different classes exist, exist mainly in conflict, and that for various reasons one class may well supersede another in time – not in itself an exclusively ‘Marxist’ view, as Marx himself was the first to point out.
Of course as a Marxist I regard this argument critiquing Marx as requiring unpicking (for example I would urge closer scrutiny into Marx’s theoretical justifications for capitalism as an intrinsically self-destructing phenomenon-totality with all that this implies for social revolutionary fallout as being inevitable) and I’d want to add that the jury is still out on proletarian revolution as such; but I do not necessarily help a theory simply by postponing its culmination in reality to some indefinite time in the future. The same postponement, as I said, became the fate of Christian eschatology. And if one says that only conscious revolutionary praxis will bring on the revolution, this leads to delusive voluntarism if such praxis does not become embraced by the majority of the working class. I say that is still possible - that is, on a global scale and in relation to the exigencies and crises of capitalism. It is still possible; but then, anything is possible. But this is, of course, to take a passive observer’s view rather than that of the potential or actual participant and fomenter with urgent needs and perceptions to match.
Where – between these two - does the total rebel stand? Or does he stand between them at all?
The total rebel revolts instinctively against any received body of ideas, from any direction. He thus appears to negate all metaphysics, though an anti-metaphysical stand could be construed as being itself a metaphysic, just as an atheistic stand recognises the Other by negating it: in other words, atheism is on the same level of belief as theism, for it distinguishes itself necessarily from the belief that God exists or it cannot be distinguished at all. It is thus tied up in the knots of perpetual and recurring criticism, like the querulous son who has let his obsessive hatred for his father dominate his life – in other words, his father dominates his life. The reasons for the wholesale negation by total revolt will vary from individual to individual, but among them lurks precisely an instinctual attachment to something like Ibsen’s dictum: everything once stated may be reduced to an absurdity by a process of logical extension. So why swallow it in the first place? This rejection, to be felt, does not come cheap. Easy enough to reject everything without formerly having had the experience of believing in everything: without the pain of comprehensive forsaking, that kind of rejection is trivial and sophomoric, perhaps forming no more than a prelude to a successful and lucrative career in exegetics. Authentic and painful rejection – that of the total rebel – must stem from belief constantly and consistently frustrated, indeed from the deep-rooted desire to believe which is ever frustrated by the dull drumbeat of continual negation, like a headache.
On the other hand, the total rebel will know only too well that to passively avoid strong commitment by obeying the ‘herd instinct’, that is, to follow the footsteps of whoever is immediately in front of you, and to follow to the bitter end the anti-philosophical, blinkered perceptions of what is called ‘common sense’, can lead to a numbing of all the perceptive and critical faculties. Nazism might not have reached power in Germany if more Germans had put aside the ‘common sense’ of just getting on with daily life and ignoring the fanaticisms of politics. This ‘common sense’ disease is affecting the political vitality of our own society today – with disastrous possibilities in future for all our civil liberties and environmental standards. Nor is there any point in placing one’s ‘faith’ in science. Science is not there to be ‘believed’; it has nothing to show that can or need be ‘believed’, in the sense that one has to ‘believe’ in the Second Coming or in the proletarian revolution. It renders provisional hypotheses on physical matter. If one says one ‘believes’ in science one might as well say one ‘believes’ in a cookbook.
But many can be sceptical without being rebellious. Scepticism may indeed intellectually characterise one total rebel or another, but total rebellion is not pre-eminently or necessarily intellectual.  It is instinctive; objection to absurdities is ramified by the energy of one’s entire being. I refuse to believe ONE MORE RIDICULOUS THING! I refuse to be played for a sucker! The reaction to proposals is not one of vast academic critical erudition; it is one of profound nay-saying, the big NO. One simply rejects everything, and that is that.
The total rebel may not derive any joy from his rebellion at all; it may provoke nothing but misery and anxiety, and probably does. In order to do even the least little thing well, one has to believe in it. But if one rebels against all beliefs and the sheer fatuity of nearly all activities, how can one do anything well? If one does anything, with any goal in mind, does this not make one only a partial rebel? We shall examine this proposition a little further.
Partial rebels get on rather better. They effect real, concrete revolutions – in politics, labour legislation, medicine, women’s rights, gay lib, hygiene, art, literature, national liberation, science, whatever. That is because one side of them does not rebel against another, leaving the rebellious side to get on with the struggle without having to face the danger of internal subversion. But the positive absurdities of the partial rebels catch up with them sooner or later, when the limitations and circumscriptions on their partial ‘revolutions’ lead to reversals, or – worse still – to an even bigger and even more repressive bureaucracy, or to yet more exegetic pedantry.  Or, worse still, to ‘backlashes’ provoked from within all those dark forces that the partial rebel has not included in his or her enlightened campaign of change and renewal – because the partial rebel countenances no ‘dark forces’ in himself. There is a paradox. Only total revolt would mop up all this absurdity residue; but at the same time total revolt is impossibly futile and even sterile because it implies cross-purposes right from the start.
The total rebel is indeed dependent to some extent on the partial rebel, whose painstaking statistics showing vast discrepancies or deprivations here and there can be quoted with gusto. The total rebel is a kind of armchair buffoon in this respect. There is nothing particularly sublime about total revolt unless the rebel realises this in some kind of artistic achievement (a political act is more problematical since politics within society as we know it is generally either compromise or terrorism). But is this achievement itself not some kind of unsuitable modus vivendi for a total rebel?
Yet the total rebel may be excused for employing strategies and tactics. For any strategy, with tactics to match, is to conceal the extent and depth of his subversiveness from others. One must allow revolt some secrecy. A successful tactician is one who can keep a strategic secret well hidden. Indeed, without the secret the total rebel will be socially obliterated. Therefore, the totality of total revolt lies as much in distracting, circumventing, evading, even lying as in commitment to total subversion. The more brilliant the tactics, the more thoroughgoing the rebelling endeavour.  What is revolt if not implicitly violent and extreme vis-à-vis such status quo or ruling order as exists? A sheepish and mild-mannered revolt is no revolt at all. The implications of revolt carry the high risk of catastrophe. This revolt must therefore be concealed from others if total revolt kindles one’s blood and stirs in one’s bosom. Sometimes it can be cleverly concealed as partial revolt.
I suggest an outcome in ‘catastrophe’ because the total rebel is – as the title of the 1950s Hollywood film says – a ‘rebel without a cause’. The total revolt does not come from embrace of a ‘higher cause’, however fanatical. It is embedded in the emotional grain of the rebel, possibly from birth. This is not revolt for something but against everything. It has infantile qualities: one can see it every day in the squalling baby who is simply ‘against everything’: no reasoning or placating can deter it. We carry everything from our pasts within us, and that includes our babyhood, though some of us pass more or less through babyhood more easily than others.  It does not detract from Ibsen’s towering genius and profound maturity to claim that he carries his own infancy with him to the grave. Nor is babyhood and its later residue of infantilism a pathological condition, as in psychopathology. If to be humanly mammalian is to be ‘abnormal’ then we are all perversions of nature.
The total revolt is negative. It is for sweeping away, for destruction. The after effects are not considered; it is an emotional charge, not a quest for humanitarianism: the humanitarian vision – as such - is the more positive for being the more vague, and the more vague for being the more positive. It would thus be profoundly dangerous if total revolt were not impotent, at least in its purest manifestation. I am not saying it is good or bad. It is just there. And, I think, more common than we might believe – if, as I have stated, it runs on from infancy, which is our common inheritance. I find it more convincing to conceive of other people, whatever their station, as having an enormously rich and turbulent inner life than an inner life completely void and vacuous: something I find difficult to swallow, let alone comprehend. What therefore may help explain their fundamental passivity lies not in postulating empty-headedness (except perhaps in such temporary situations as drug-induced or media-induced stupor) but in postulating the almost exact cancelling-out of a rebellious impulse by another impulse.  The stasis is a stasis-in-turbulence, not a stasis as a vacuity.  Total revolt is not completely absent from the majority; it is simply more completely manifest in a minority – or so I believe; I have not taken a poll.
Total revolt flares up in the brush fires here and there of the partial, and here is where danger lies. The revolt is of its essence negative, and this negativity may be brought to bear with ferocious intensity upon one single aspect, one little thing. Every violence may be a partial outlet for an inner total revolt. Otherwise, in the usually peaceable circumstances, the outward appearance of calm is actually a seething. This is where creative sublimations are so desperately important. Without them, there might only be ceaseless outrages of violence. Sometimes this is recognised in enlightened policies, as when, for example, convicted juvenile joy riders are given instruction in motor mechanics, so that their fascination with cars and speed can be channelled into a positive and useful craft. Total revolt does nothing for one’s self respect, and lack of self-respect can contribute to crime and to violence. The enlightened penal policy is to increase self-respect rather than diminish it. By diminishing self-respect, as per the ‘tough on crime’ policies of lock ‘em up and throw the key away proponents, one simply recharges the voltage of total revolt, but with intensifying and ever more dangerous purposelessness. And we should not forget that one of the purest if also most futile manifestations of total revolt – as an act – is suicide. Suicide is the ultimate self-defeating and delusive act of total revolt.  It is self-defeating because it is total revolt expiring as nullity. Not total nullity, since the effect of a suicide will bring distress and certainly a not-inconsiderable inconvenience to others – but bringing more sorrow and misery down on a few others can at best be only a pitiable and contemptible expression of it. Even the armchair buffoon has rebelled better than this – if only because he had everybody fooled, and not necessarily himself as well.
There may be some objection to my individualism.  But individualism is inherent in total revolt. Existence within a rebelling collective requires a high degree of discipline and a narrowing of the focus of revolt upon specific objects. One has to water-down the ‘total’ here, for there is no room in the collective commitment for self-revolt, self-doubt. It is the self-revolt within individualism which renders total revolt as futile as it is all-encompassing, together with the impotence of isolation. It is the delusive freedom within the individual/inner life which germinates or perpetuates total revolt. I did not say total revolt was a great thing. I merely said it is there. I do not think this is an idealist construction because I have assumed that the phenomenon arises from definite reactions within a mammalian, familial and social development. I do not even say that it is necessarily prolonged and stimulated after babyhood in all cultures or all possible cultures. I have suggested that amongst other things it is an extension from infantilism; my own view is that our particular Western culture stimulates prolonged and profound infantilism in a variety of ways, some of which are indulgent, others repressive: like the baby regime. But babies grow up and mental life elaborates seemingly infinitely. Combine this with our enforced and inauthentic situation of extreme individualism, and the contradictions inherent in individualised actions, and one has total revolt.
Too much has been made of the so-called conflict or contradiction between ‘the individual and society’. This construction or paradigm is in fact an ideology reflecting (and perpetuating) a reified social situation. Here is what the young Marx has to say to counter this formulation, in the Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844 (Milligan translation, 1959, pp. 137-138 [4]):
My general consciousness is only the theoretical shape of that which the living shape is the real community, the social fabric, although at the present day general consciousness is an abstraction from real life and as such confronts it with hostility. [My emphasis of this phrase – MM] The activity of my general consciousness, as an activity, is therefore also my theoretical existence as a social being.
Above all we must avoid postulating “Society” again as an abstraction vis-à-vis the individual. The individual is the social being. His life, even if it may not appear in the direct form of a communal life in association with others – is therefore an expression and confirmation of social life. Man’s individual and species life are not different, however much – and this is inevitable – the mode of existence of the individual is a more particular, or more general mode of the life of the species, or the life of the species is a more particular or more general individual life.

This and other passages of the young Marx might be seized upon by the Right as an obvious indication of how deeply ‘totalitarian’ Marx really was. Stalin et. al. were simply bringing Marx’s theory of the socialised individual to fruition on a vast and terrifying scale.  Thus the downfall of ‘Marxism’ with the collapse in the 1990s of Soviet Communism. But it surely does not take too much intelligence to see that modern ‘totalitarianism’ is the extreme form of the ‘hostility’ that Marx is actually describing in the above passage. You cannot even be an ‘individual’ except as a social being. The social aspect in you gives you your uniqueness (including refinement of personality), just as your individual needs shape and identify the social organism within which you exist and survive. To borrow a term from biology, the reified society is a mutation of socialised human society, the latter a supreme fact of material human existence on this earth. Reified ‘Society’ has an all-too-obvious reality as a mutation (that is, it is a concrete manifestation) but remains a mutation nevertheless which must be ideologically justified as ‘normal’.  If one accepts with Marx, as I do, that ‘Society’ - as set over and above the individual human beings making it up - is a reification of complex, socialising and interacting human-hood into a single thing-hood (a process sometimes leading to superstitiously creating a religious icon for a postulated divine being, or worshipping the Monarch in Their Person as the supreme embodiment of the State, the Nation, the Church, etc., etc.), then one will suspect certain implications regarding the total rebel. The total rebel is a stepchild of the living lie of this living reification:  of ‘Society’ as being opposed to himself or herself as an individual - with a confrontation of a definitely perceived ‘hostility’. The dialectical emergence is that of the total rebel: individualistic in the extreme, opposed to all society – that is, to all notions whatever, even to the socialised or internalised being of the self. If it is not in itself a pathological condition it can – given yet more pressure from without – become one.
Let us, then, suppose that total revolt is a greater or lesser pressure upon an individual psyche. How is it dealt with? Usually – I suspect – by dither, prevarication, putting-off, hitting-out (often ‘inappropriately’), terror and morbidity and withdrawal, deception, including occasional self-deception, sliding from one mistaken misjudgement to another, bad timing, constant vowing of repentance and renewal, the inexplicable break-up of friendships and even closer relationships. Of course I must not turn it into a catch-all for everything, and did not intend this. I merely sought to delineate as fully as possible all the various and often cackhanded varieties of total revolt in its outward, day-to-day manifestations. It is too ‘total’ to be realised perfectly. It is only realised imperfectly, which means often ridiculously. The greatest fictional exponent of total revolt (if not also the earliest) is Hamlet. My interpretation of Hamlet the play is that it is irreducible to a prince’s peevishness about his nasty and corrupt uncle and his less than innocent mother – reducible, that is, to the conventional revenge-tragedy genre from which the play descends. I do not see that Hamlet the prince is rebelling against anything in particular, but against everything, even against himself and his visions (for he doubts the provenance of his father’s ghostly visitations), not to speak of the very idea of consummated romantic love. Naturally a total rebellion is difficult even to fathom within oneself if one is unaccustomed to doing so, let alone to resolve. This (I believe) is why Hamlet appears to dither and prevaricate and hide behind endless disguising ‘tactics’ for so long. And why he manages to kill – directly or indirectly – all the wrong people: Polonius, Ophelia and Laertes (a whole innocent family obliterated), sometimes by mistake, sometimes in exaggerated cruelty, sometimes in futility (fighting a duel with one who could have been his ally). And, of course, Hamlet does not resolve his ‘revolt’ very satisfactorily, since although he achieves partial revolt through several deaths, including that of his uncle, he also opens the door to conquest and usurpation by Denmark’s ostensible Norwegian foe, the bitterest enemies of his heroic warrior father’s. (It is difficult to believe that the patriot Shakespeare intended conquest of any nation by a foreign army to result in a benign outcome.) In some sense, of course, ‘total revolt’ is achieved since Hamlet brings down his whole house with him. But it would be difficult to say that this had ‘swept away everything’ in the clean, unequivocal Ibsenite sense. The actual outcome is, in the sublimest dramatic sense, entirely messy and self-defeating. And that is because the effort is individualistic - Hamlet makes no attempt to form a faction or an alliance, let alone a connection with the people - and is riven with self-revolt, self-contradiction and implicit terror of the most fundamental kind: a common affliction, I suspect, with total rebels.  Had Hamlet forged a secret political alliance to expedite his political take-over, as any sensible prince would do in these circumstances, he would have been only a partial rebel, and no doubt the Elsinore bureaucracy would have burgeoned and carried out a more subtle repression with the resulting prosperity and all the new ‘reforms’ and mushrooming of non-governmental and regulatory agencies. But Hamlet’s stance in the world is one of total revolt partially comprehended. (It is of course fatuous to extrapolate too tenuously from plays, but it has struck me that Hamlet could never have got on particularly well with his own father in life – no doubt why he exiled himself for so long as a student in distant Wittenberg.) Hamlet, in other words, is our best-yet fictional exemplar of the total rebel.
What is the practical way to proceed? Total rebellion does not admit of practicalities because it is a revolt against reality: a mutated reality within a reality. It is not by the same token an escape from reality.  Escape from reality is something we all do all the time (or as much of the time as we can) whether we are ‘rebels’ or not. The total rebel does not ‘escape’ from reality all the time, however. He faces reality both below and beyond the visionary. That is his problem. But because he is against reality in its perceived totality, the effect or outcome in his particular and inadequate case seems much the same as an escape, except that it is awkward and fumbling because the rebel impulse is – though ingrained – not developed or steeled in experience. I would like us to be able to distinguish within ourselves the difference between escaping and rebelling. The difference is fundamental, even if – paradoxically – the outcome has all the appearances of being much the same whether as ‘escape’ or as ‘revolt’.  One of the total rebel’s tactics must be to perceive and work on the fact that society itself will attempt to blur this vital distinction by way of misleading the total rebel somewhere along the way.  (Psychiatrists and counsellors take note.) Of course, some would interpret ‘escape’ itself as a tacit or implicit rebellion, though words begin to lose any meaning once they are subjected to such sophistry.
I do not mind if people use ‘total revolt’ as an excuse. They prevaricate, yes, and they are humbugs to the extent that they do, but they are also on their guard because they have conjured up the ineradicable image of revolt, and – once conjured up - ‘revolt’ is a powerful stimulus, not always controllable or predictable. It can also turn round the more immediate despair, manifested in common depression, whilst preserving and safeguarding the existential despair. Escape equals sustained depression: this is my E equals mc squared. Escape or mere ducking out is a lowering, dehumanising, demeaning, roasted peanuts substitute for a three-course dinner. You would think from what I have just written that total revolt with its incoherent fumblings was even more so. I say it is a healthy growth, drawn from the healthy lusts of babyhood honestly acknowledged. Once you fix ‘revolt’ in your mind instead of ‘escape’, then who knows what outcome there will be?  An uncertain outcome is at least better than a certain dead end.  It is in the order of personal advancement, but – as it turns out – of survival, not specific pecuniary rewards or status or whatever, all of which are despised as contemptible. As we find ourselves being picked off, one by one, we have to assert what we can of our rebellious and self-righteous natures even if such righteousness looks like humbug and self-serving nonsense. By way of analogy, if my prayer to God (in whom I do not believe) delivers me from falling off the mountain at that moment because it strengthens my tenuous grip, what do I care, if I survive? Total revolt is the nonsense that might yet save us from the even more complete and totalising nonsense that is steadily reducing each of us to human nullity and degradation – that is, nullity and self-degradation apparent even to our own eyes, if we let it be manifested.
Total revolt is especially useful as and when conditions outside the self become more extreme. So far, we have existed in some kind of uneasy equilibrium with the great powers. We have survived in the margins – says he of the working middle class. But the very margins are contracting. Revolt must be brought home and must come from within. It can fasten on all sorts of justifications – who cares what particular justifications are when survival is the order of the discourse at hand?  Provided the justifications are all embracing, radical and ‘unfair’?
          So might speak the total rebel. But total rebellion is objectively futile and is a product of despair even as it keeps immediate despair at bay. Some might say it has its most insidious manifestation in terrorism, which is also despairing, secretive and conspiratorial.  Yet terrorism remains – for all its violence and bloodshed – a partial revolt, because paradoxically it embraces the same ‘common sense’ view of the world of appearances as that of its ostensible enemy, the social Establishment. If anything, the terrorist view is even cruder, for it honestly believes that the blowing up of supermarkets, buses and the like (which can only kill and maim the innocent) makes a literal difference – that is, against a capitalism whose true power is anything but ‘literal’. Capitalism is profoundly theoretical – the first and to date the most sophisticated abstract means of social control ever invented, (which, incidentally, makes it the ideal benefactor of the triple A’s: alienated academic apologetics). Capitalism in even its grossest manifestations (and especially those) can survive the blowing up of individual supermarkets. In fact it can thrive on that, just as the incompetent and uncertainly mandated George W Bush and cohorts thrived politically on the massacre of 11 September 2001. [5]  The instruments of total social repression are already in place – from space satellite downwards – and those controlling them are only waiting and itching for the chance of practical and wide-scale implementation. Terrorism turns out to be the collective equivalent to individual suicide in terms of futility and self-defeat – it always would have been, with or without satellites. The total rebel has to reject terrorism on the grounds that its limited perspective brings about the exact opposite of what it self-delusively intends. Total revolt is, of course, also self-defeating in the attempt at any action (I think I have made this abundantly clear, that is, it is self-defeating by definition), but because of its totality it can retreat and manoeuvre and self-justify till kingdom come - or, produce artistic masterpieces of one kind or another to stimulate the masochistic tendencies of the better-off but insecure Establishment cognoscenti.  Total revolt’s best friend is that which corrupts it: a social-aesthetic acceptance – even enthusiastic acceptance – from within the ranks of those it hates.
          There may be a way ‘forward’ for the total rebel which incorporates even self-doubt and self-revolt without the latter becoming entirely crippling. This will lie in cultivating two apparently mutually contradictory tendencies/strategies within one life and personality. The first tendency/strategy is the unstinted cultivation of inner revolt: nothing to be compromised, nothing to be admired, nothing to be embraced, nothing to be flattered, everything to be (deep-down) despised, in a charged attitude ranging from contempt to loathing. The second is the strategic disguise of respectable excellence.
Revolt is an admirable principle of education and self-improvement. If the student rebels against the teacher or subject (or both), then the onus falls heavily on that student to be better than the teacher and to excel in the subject, to overcome it by first mastering it. Half measures will not do if the revolt is profound and all encompassing. Only through mastery can the rebel strike home: otherwise, if he fails or evades the points he is ostensibly fighting, then he is dismissed as an irrelevance. No one, however, can dismiss the rebel who knows more than the conformist and ‘performs’ better. The revolt comes closer to being ‘totalised’ by being that much more effective on both key fronts of inner rebellion and outward excellence. Only total rebels totalising through strategies make the best and certainly most interesting and challenging students; the rest are comparative laptop-fodder.
          The situation in the arts world is different. Here, the rebel-artist is expected to ‘rebel’ to the extent that ‘rebellion’ in the arts becomes a kind of conformity. Even rebellion against the commodity system in art (Duchamp), ends in the creation of pricey commodities (extending even to reproductions of Duchamp’s ‘found’ and signed urinals). In view of this double bind it is interesting to note the profusion of means artists have found for temporarily evading the otherwise endless round of rebellion-into-commodity which has always characterised modern art. Unfortunately, in order to be able to afford to make into a work of art something that could never be a commodity (the equivalent to a sand-painting, or for example the shrouding of large buildings or great boulders in silken fabrics) the artist must either be independently wealthy or have a public or private patron. In fact it appears that many of the more avant-garde artists of today have gone entirely the other way in deliberately producing pricey commodities endowed with a frisson of nihilism.  Even in graffiti art a wall can become purchasable.
          In fact, the ‘respectable excellence’ strategy can become beguiling of itself, if it is too successful. The total rebel ceases to cultivate the rebellious half, ceases to be schizoid, in effect. When this happens the wellspring of inspiration for excellence dries up; and the edge is taken off the energy. The total rebel’s face to the world has to be total rebellion, which includes both destructive motivation and as high a quality as possible in deflective strategies.
This is hardly the ideal life of poise and repose. It is not a recommended formula for ‘inner peace’.  It imposes a severe strain on the total rebel’s every waking hour, and only those with strong constitutions and stomachs can really survive it while still keeping to it. In any case, as already stated, it always fails in the end. Arthur Miller once said that ‘failure is ill-defined’, but I think it is possible here to designate degrees of failure in the total rebel. The highest degree – i.e., that of the most ‘positive’ - is some kind of outstanding achievement wrung from the depths of rebellious loathing and despair. (This is what Brustein means when he tells us that his great dramatists reconcile themselves to the world ultimately and only through their own creations.) The second highest is the bringing about of some sort of political chaos, at least the partial bringing-down of something outside the self and immediate environs. The third highest degree of failure is to have managed to live through a relatively unscathed life steering between the Scylla of inner accommodation with the hate and the Charybdis of complete social ostracism and/or obliteration.  One level down from this in the falling away from total revolt is criminality, including, of course, violence and murder. Terrorism features in here somewhere.  And then on down the scale (in terms of rebellious ineffectuality if not also ethics and morality), to mindless incapacitation through drug and alcohol abuse, down to a semi-willed self-destruction or down to suicide. We get to a stage along this hypothetical declining route where the ‘total revolt’ has become a parody of itself.  In practice, these stages cannot always be easily distinguished or stratified like the neat levels of Dante’s Inferno. The great artist whose art derives from total revolt may also be going downhill as an alcoholic whilst creating his best work out of the very deepest rebellion. In the case of the rebel Jean Genet, the artist reached his art via criminality.
          All this talk of ‘failure’ is deliberate. Fundamentally, the total rebel is on a hiding to nothing. This is because he is a supreme embodiment of the dysfunctionality of reified society. Society malfunctions and mutates to the extent that a separation between ‘Society’ as a reified object and ‘the individual’ (another reification) is manifested in concrete and institutionalised ways. It produces its most extreme representative in the most extreme of all individualists, the total rebel. Of course, if one adheres to dialectics one will be most certain that the total rebel is a transitional figure: for just as he points in one direction to the radical individualism of dysfunctional society, so – in the other direction – does he point towards the supersession of that society, since although he embraces his nurturing by internalising the old society’s most extreme features, he also hates it and kicks against the pricks (or bites the nipple that suckles him). If dysfunctional society’s most perfect exemplar is the one who hates it the most and the most comprehensively, then this is not only the measure of its dysfunctionality but also of its dangerously centrifugal tendencies and of an intimation of its mortality. Mutated society is itself self-destructive.




[1] Robert Brustein, Theatre of Revolt (Boston, 1964).
[2] Much of this has intriguing echoes of Hegel’s aesthetics, in which the authentic Hero of tragedy is one who has assumed the functions of civil society either before its creation or within its caesurae. Epic heroism, for Hegel, is no longer possible for a citizen of civil society in which it is the state, not the individual, that takes full command and concomitant responsibility for all that happens. See Hegel on Tragedy, ed. by Anne and Henry Paolucci (Westport, 1978).
[3] Eugene Ionesco: Rhinoceros, The Chairs, The Lesson, transl. by Donald Watson (Harmondsworth, 1962)
[4] London: Lawrence & Wishart 1970 – translated by Martin Milligan.
[5] See Naomi Klein (The Shock Doctrine) on ‘disaster capitalism’, a growth that cashes in on the man-made and the natural disaster. 
I have been giving thought to ‘revolt’ – and especially to ‘total revolt’ – since re-reading Robert Brustein’s Theatre of Revolt, which was published way back in 1964, incorporating material that he had written in the late 1950s. [1] Brustein (b. 1927) is the doyen of American ‘highbrow’ theatre critics and dramaturgs. Re-reading a book now perhaps thought dated because of its germination in the theatrical excitement of several decades ago is to experience a blast of fresh air from the past.
Theatre of Revolt’s premise is that nine of the greatest dramatists and exponents or founder-members of the modern as distinct from the classical theatre – Ibsen, Strindberg, Chekov, Shaw, Pirandello, O’Neill, Brecht, Artaud and Genet – that is to say, nearly all of them, are protagonists of an all-round, or total revolt; that it is, indeed, ‘revolt’ which characterises the modern drama in general, including the greater and lesser dramaturgical exponents.  The old theatre was a theatre of ‘communion’ (my own term for it is a ‘theatre of affirmation’); the modern theatre is – or was when Brustein was writing, according to him - a ‘theatre of revolt’.
In drama terms, the period background for this book covers the ‘angry young man’ phenomenon, notable for the theatrical ‘revolution’ launched in that year of Suez, 1956, with John Osborne’s Look Back in Anger, swiftly followed by a veritable explosion across British theatre and cinema which, incidentally, included a few angry young women – Pinter, Wesker, Delaney, Jellicoe, Arden, Rudkin, Wood, Behan, not to speak of that tragically overlooked precursor John Whiting; film dramatisations of Sillitoe, Braine, Kingsley Amis and so on. Brustein was writing at a time when the world impact of Beckett, as well as of Ionesco and others characterised by the late Martin Esslin as ‘the theatre of the absurd’, the momentous visit to London in the mid 1950s of Brecht’s Berliner Ensemble marking the advent in the West of ‘epic theatre’, plus Albee, Kopit, Gelber and others from across the Atlantic, were all in evidence, while the Eastern European drama of Gombrowicz, Mrozek and Havel was beginning to be noticed outside the confines of the Soviet ‘satellite’ countries. It was a period when the cinema of Bergman, Satyajit Ray, Fellini, Antonioni and the French nouvelle vague was reaching a wide Anglo-Saxon audience – a great time to be alive and young and theatregoing and cinemagoing, as I recall. But Brustein has his mind not on all this (except for his frequent citings of Beckett and Ionesco) but on what he apparently considers the central thrust of the whole movement as embodied in his nine chosen subjects.
The philosophical background for this book is one in which French Existentialism was fashionable still; when Structuralism, not to speak of the later Poststructuralism or Postmodernism, had scarcely been heard of outside certain Parisian circles (except that the first was already being disseminated indirectly through the anthropology of Lévi-Strauss and to some extent in the writings of Lucien Goldmann). It was a time – around 1960 - when Sartre could write plausibly of Marxism and Existentialism as being the two interacting philosophical trajectories of the day, and anyone who was not an Oxford linguistic analyst had to pay court to Existentialism one way or another, including the theologians Barth and Tillich. All this seems very remote from the intellectual scene fifty-odd years later in the 21st century, whether in France or elsewhere, since Marxism – seemingly on the verge of an intellectual hegemonic triumph by the early 1970s -  subsequently, it seemed,  went with the formerly militant Western working class into semi-eclipse (as ‘post Marxism’) while Existentialism is heard of no more. Nevertheless, the fundamental writings informing Existentialism are as inspirational and as avidly read and analysed as ever: Dostoyevsky, Kafka, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Heidegger. The last two were claimed for Postmodernism as well. As, indeed, was Marx to some extent, at least by such as Foucault and Derrida.  (Sartre, it should be recalled, could not – at great length - leave old Marx alone, either.)
Brustein’s writing, though not on the same intellectual level as these philosophers and not intended to be so, remains stimulating, in its own way, from across the years. From sources in practising journalism and teaching as well as in dramaturgy, his treatment of ideas is lucid and without academic ponderousness. He breaks down ‘revolt’ into three phases: ‘messianic,’ ‘social’ and ‘existential’. The first phase, the ‘messianic’, is the one in which the playwright in question renounces God (or declares Him dead) and sets himself up, rebelliously and Lucifer-like, as ‘overman’ in God’s place, as man, artist and prophet.  This is a phase very much influenced by the protean Nietzsche, fairly obviously, and in particular by Thus Spake Zarathustra. It represents the playwright as militant seer, at any rate the drama, with a prophetic voice like a ‘cry in the wilderness’. The second phase is one of ‘social’ revolt: this turns the searchlight on community and society by way of searing critique, with even a revolutionist or at any rate socially subversive tone. The third phase is ‘existential’, the dying phase of the ‘theatre of revolt’: this posits, with a certain weariness, a total absurdity in human existence with despairing and tragic overtones. [2] Lucifer has failed, in the end. The ‘phases’ have come full circle. The messianic had also implications for a mankind situated in the universe, but trumpeting a message of defiance and ultimate triumph for the new world of new beings to supersede the old, as presaged by the dramatist and his plays. Passing through the social, the cycle returns once more to cosmological implications, but this time the message is one of utter futility and despair. 
Brustein makes no attempt to fashion these phases as appearing in an invariable chronological order (they are much too fluid and interacting for that), and the only dramatist who fits all three of them in such an order more or less to perfection is Henrik Ibsen, with August Strindberg a close second. Chekov never goes through a ‘messianic’ phase at all: his compass is confined to the ‘social’ and (at any rate implicitly) the ‘existential’. Brustein is right to suggest that Chekov was not as ‘objectively realist’ as he claimed to be, ordering his plays within a moral perspective of his own. At the same time it is difficult to make out any sort of case for Chekov as a rebel, and although his tragi-comedies indicate social developments in the Russia of the time, they cannot be said to be manifestations of any sort of ‘social revolt’ on Chekov’s part. Dr Chekov the diagnosing physician was uninterested in abstract ideas and in political programmes, revolutionary or otherwise. 
Brustein’s case for several others is at best tenuous. He could not quite come to terms with Pirandello’s crypto-fascism and overt support for Mussolini. His portrayal of the genial and garrulous Shaw as in a state of ‘revolt’ also begs a few questions. Shaw’s political position evolved into a curious amalgam of (rather dated) gradualist and benign socialism with inclinations towards ‘strong man’ adoration (which unfortunately never dates). Brustein’s argumentation is forced to dwell on Heartbreak House (when the war-weary Shaw finally lost his cool) and on Back to Methuselah (an interminable drama in the ‘messianic mode’) – neither play representing Shaw at his best. And on Man and Superman (which indeed is Shaw at his best, but as a dazzling comedy of manners it hardly seems to represent a dramatist in revolt, even as it punctures the pompous certainties of the male half of human society). As for the rest, Brustein admits that Shaw is writing mainly for entertainment with a little argumentation here and there, like grit for the pearl.  Brustein’s treatment of Brecht is, I think, vitiated by his Cold War ignorance of and one-sided approach to Marxist dialectic, so that he is quite unable to give an accurate account of Brecht’s aesthetics as they are informed by his revolutionary socialist ethos, though the pre-Marxist plays are focused on with interest (Brustein either ignores or is unaware of the major and enduring Marxist aesthetic confrontation of Brecht and Lukacs.) Brustein fails most consistently with O’Neill, whose large oeuvre is almost entirely dismissed except for the two late plays, The Ice Man Cometh and Long Day’s Journey Into Night, because only these fit into Brustein’s grand scheme for O’Neill’s inclusion in the pantheon.  (One feels it may have been thought necessary to get an American in there somewhere.) The only ones who satisfactorily fill Brustein’s bill are Ibsen, Strindberg, Artaud and Genet: all undoubtedly turbulent – in at least two cases to the point of severe mental disorder – and all undoubtedly subversive rebels in their bones to the end.
Ibsen is the grand old man of total revolt, and it is Brustein’s chapter on Ibsen that I – seeking to find out what Brustein thought total revolt was – believe to be the most illuminating. Ibsen (whom MC Bradbrook thought was one of the two greatest writers of the 19th century – the other being Tolstoy – and I agree with her despite the steep competition) was against everything. His concept of ‘revolt’ was total, implacable, and consistent to the end, seeking and finding successive means – ‘messianic’, ‘social’ and ‘existential’ – to express it according to these various phases in his artistic development. When remarking that the only true revolution was the Flood, Ibsen noted that even the Flood had survivors in Noah’s Ark. His response: ‘I would torpedo the ark!’  It is grand, ferocious, and total. We misread Ibsen if we imagine that his ‘social’ plays were dramas advocating reform (thus so highly and mistakenly esteemed by Shaw, amongst others). Ibsen’s vision was cast far beyond his immediate century. He works out his misanthropy, if that is what it is, just as much through the social ‘realistic’ dramas of his middle period as in his earlier and last periods. Ibsen will have everything overturned, everything destroyed. This makes him a supreme dramatist and artist: his instinct is to go for the jugular every time, which is what great plays are, after all, supposed to do.
So much, then, for a brief description and critique of the Brustein essays themselves. I wish now to depart into a more speculative ranging on my chosen subject.
Brustein’s treatment of ‘the theatre of revolt’ and the playwrights exemplifying his three ‘stages’ or phases of revolt has led me to ponder on what ‘total revolt’ is. If it is total, then it is, by definition, revolt also against the self that is in rebellion. One can only rebel at such a nonsensical proposition as that everything must be destroyed, even if this emanates from oneself. Thus the total rebel is at odds with himself as with the world and with life. Brustein recognises this by saying that the only way the total rebel could reconcile his contradictions was in the art he achieved: the drama brings about the enactment of a reconciliation within the self that real life cannot, because the drama is an art form that may contain and is strengthened by the tensions within contradictions, passing them on to the audience to resolve – if the audience can. There is no need for the dramatic artist to resolve them if real drama is not about resolution but about perennial and unresolved conflict.  In this sense Ibsen reaches back two thousand years before the Christian era of redemption to a pagan time both misty and mysteriously relevant to ourselves, when there was no personal redemption. His plays are powerful, in other words, because in tone they reach back to the Greeks, who had no concept of universal redemption, hence tragedy. That is why Ibsen brings us back to Greek tragedy in a way that recalls us to Marlowe and Shakespeare, and surpasses anyone else otherwise in the ability to re-create the essentially claustrophobic effect of a pagan Greek tragedy (what part does Nordic polytheism play in this? I wish Brustein could have said more about it.)
But my subject here is only incidentally about plays, much as I consider plays to be the ideal means of exemplifying the sort of total revolt that cannot be realised in practice – except partially and vicariously in the practice of writing plays and in the experience of seeing them.
Let me try to suggest what ‘total revolt’ is.
It is manifested as a deep-rooted feeling of implacable subversion. Nothing is accepted, and one looks at everything with the idea at the back of one’s mind of everything being upturned and destroyed. It does not necessarily imply that people are worthless, but what is worthless is what they are tied to, what they are in subservience to, what they worship and adore, what they cling on to.
The total rebel might see even more evidence for this universal worthlessness in the world of today than in that of forty or fifty years ago, and yet by some supreme irony the intellectuals of our time no longer embrace any kind of ‘outsider’ philosophy. Everything – including revolt – is no more than a social or linguistic ‘construction of reality’. And so there is no way forward for the total rebel. The intellectual alternative is willingly to pimp for the worthless, in opportunistic forms of jargon embodying thin excuses for relativism that would have been laughed out of court fifty or sixty years ago. There seems even more a case for sweeping everything away now than there was when it was intellectually fashionable to be excited by thinkers and writers who believed this. As the spirit of Kafka descends upon our increasingly repressive and increasingly secretive bureaucratised and routinised institutions, backed up by even more awesome and sophisticated fire-power than before, there seems more than ever a reason to discern a dark night of the individual soul, but this discernment is not taking place today at any level of visibility. Ionesco was more prophetic than he knew: everyone is, indeed, turning into a rhinoceros, following the herd in his and her own way. [3]  (The rhinoceros is not a herd animal, but let us suppose that this beast represents an extreme individualism which dialectically reverts to mass conformity.)
Creativity suffers – if Brustein is right – for if the modern theatre is built on revolt then when revolt is exhausted and eschewed the art has nowhere to go, creatively speaking: Postmodernism is the bland, masturbatory substitute, absorbing an inwardly exhausted but outwardly playful, cynical escapism. In the situation where classicism as an artistic approach is rejected for good and all by artists and masses alike, then revolt remains as the only alternative:  the only wellspring for creative achievement as opposed to creative masturbation.  We have not otherwise all become suddenly mediocre, but that is the general impression.
Total revolt sees beyond the crisis, and beyond the ‘answers’ or resolutions to the crisis. There is no final wall of certitude against which total revolt is dashed. We all now apprehend the price of everything and the value of nothing. The total rebel recognises the value of nothing whatever, and knows that the price for believing there is a value is a price too high to pay. Tell this to the budding playwright or novelist or poet! Given appropriate circumstances, it will unblock every creative block there is, like an effective emetic.
The creative need is made the more urgent by the fact that the rebellion instinctively revolts against the self as well. Thus without creativity the total rebel who is also mentally vulnerable descends into insanity. Short of that, and with more mental resilience, into a painfully arid life without hope or redemption, perhaps expressed as a sterile cynicism, or – worse – in drugs, alcoholism, even criminality. Or in what may be more widespread than any of these: a pretend ordinariness which finds no satisfaction in pretending to be ordinary.  Is ‘pretending to be ordinary’ the highest I can hope to reach in the one life I have to live?
I would distinguish this position of the total rebel from the situation of psychopaths, with whom those in ‘total revolt’ may be confused. The typical psychopath (if there is such a creature, for I am no psychologist: perhaps I should say ‘ideal type’ though it seems inapposite regarding psychopathology), is one with an acute mental condition, a malfunctioning of certain areas of the brain: the psychopath literally cannot tell right from wrong; he or she cannot begin to grasp the feelings of others because he or she has no ‘feelings’ herself or at any rate cannot experience certain inner drives self-reflexively. The physical analogy would be with someone lacking the capacity to feel pain – as, say, from contact with a hot stove. Needless to say, this puts the subject in a certain amount of danger: we need our nerve-ends to transmit pain to us for the sake of our own physical survival. The same is true in the moral or ethical sense for the psychopath. He can never know the depth of the hurt or pain he may be causing others because he cannot feel any hurt or pain in himself. With this lack goes an inability to distinguish right from wrong in any actions: if we define ‘right’ in its broadest sense as not doing harm to others and ‘wrong’ in its broadest sense as inflicting harm on others. This is why criminal psychopaths will most likely be sent to closed mental institutions rather than prisons. How could the psychopath ever really know how others thought about him? How could he ever judge the efficacy of an action if he knew only of certain consequences (such as the ability to become more powerful) and not others? How could he consolidate a position of power if he had no actual desire for it except as an amusement, like a boy with power over flies? The psychopath, to use the current cant, is simply ‘not in touch with his feelings’. He does have innate, buried feelings, but although they provide the drive, he cannot grasp them in their entirety, and so does not really know why he does anything. I would think his world would be extremely bewildering. I suspect that children can be cruel and apparently unfeeling for this very reason: their brains have not developed sufficiently for them to empathise with the pain of others, including that of harmless small creatures that they may torture to death for the immediate pleasure and detached fascination of it. But this cruelty also takes in the suffering children can inflict upon one another. Indeed, it is the suffering of this cruelty that helps some children to ‘grow up’ that much sooner – and for better or worse. It is also possible that psychopathology is present in the hysterical mass mentality of lynch mobs, or is perhaps assisted by intoxicants, as in the case with some violent hooliganism. This would represent a temporary suspension of the moral faculties in group form.
The psychopath is not in rebellion because he is not aware that there is any overall war – certainly none within his own soul. The ‘total rebel’ on the other hand, whose behaviour is equally instinctive, is fully aware of his feelings and what he hates about himself, of the implications of actions, of right and wrong moralities whether he subscribes to them or not. His mental faculties penetrate beyond all conventional usages and opinions. It is useful to cite Ibsen again in this context: Ibsen was reported in conversation as once saying that any idea or belief, taken to its logical extreme, contradicts itself.
The total rebel is likely to believe something like the following. All beliefs, opinions, ideas, theories are – if taken to their logical conclusions – likely to end up as absurdities.  The bigger the ideas (here he or she departs somewhat from Ibsen, but following the great dramatist’s line of thought) the grosser the absurdities involved. Plato’s Republic at its most philosophically sublime is loaded with the creakiest absurdities. Likewise, the imminent Second Coming and Day of Judgement as quite clearly and unequivocally proclaimed by Jesus Christ in the New Testament. It is a grand and wonderful, healing vision – but it did not happen, either then or two thousand years later, and it keeps getting postponed. Which appears to put Christ on somewhat the same level as the shabbiest street evangelist waving a placard saying THE END IS NIGH. Marx is – to my mind – the greatest intellect produced by the 19th century, even including Darwin; he unravelled the nature of capitalism and the history of the age of capital more profoundly than anyone before him or since, and incidentally founded whole sciences along the way. But Marx – might well say our hypothetical total rebel - thought working-class revolution to be more or less imminent, and it was the philosophical-dialectical basis of his theorising that led him to believe this.  Though an admirable predictor in many respects, in this absolutely central respect Marx was entirely wrong; not just a little wrong but entirely wrong. The whole richness of subsequent Marxist apologetics, historiography, interpretation and exegesis rests on this one, big towering mistake and delusion – which looks more like an absurdity to the total rebel the closer he examines it: as if working classes could ever rise up to destroy and expropriate, when unemployment and bad times lead to worker subjugation and impotence, whilst full employment and good times lead to workers striking only for better wages to climb on the gravy train along with everybody else. This is not to gainsay a fundamental proposition that different classes exist, exist mainly in conflict, and that for various reasons one class may well supersede another in time – not in itself an exclusively ‘Marxist’ view, as Marx himself was the first to point out.
Of course as a Marxist I regard this argument critiquing Marx as requiring unpicking (for example I would urge closer scrutiny into Marx’s theoretical justifications for capitalism as an intrinsically self-destructing phenomenon-totality with all that this implies for social revolutionary fallout as being inevitable) and I’d want to add that the jury is still out on proletarian revolution as such; but I do not necessarily help a theory simply by postponing its culmination in reality to some indefinite time in the future. The same postponement, as I said, became the fate of Christian eschatology. And if one says that only conscious revolutionary praxis will bring on the revolution, this leads to delusive voluntarism if such praxis does not become embraced by the majority of the working class. I say that is still possible - that is, on a global scale and in relation to the exigencies and crises of capitalism. It is still possible; but then, anything is possible. But this is, of course, to take a passive observer’s view rather than that of the potential or actual participant and fomenter with urgent needs and perceptions to match.
Where – between these two - does the total rebel stand? Or does he stand between them at all?
The total rebel revolts instinctively against any received body of ideas, from any direction. He thus appears to negate all metaphysics, though an anti-metaphysical stand could be construed as being itself a metaphysic, just as an atheistic stand recognises the Other by negating it: in other words, atheism is on the same level of belief as theism, for it distinguishes itself necessarily from the belief that God exists or it cannot be distinguished at all. It is thus tied up in the knots of perpetual and recurring criticism, like the querulous son who has let his obsessive hatred for his father dominate his life – in other words, his father dominates his life. The reasons for the wholesale negation by total revolt will vary from individual to individual, but among them lurks precisely an instinctual attachment to something like Ibsen’s dictum: everything once stated may be reduced to an absurdity by a process of logical extension. So why swallow it in the first place? This rejection, to be felt, does not come cheap. Easy enough to reject everything without formerly having had the experience of believing in everything: without the pain of comprehensive forsaking, that kind of rejection is trivial and sophomoric, perhaps forming no more than a prelude to a successful and lucrative career in exegetics. Authentic and painful rejection – that of the total rebel – must stem from belief constantly and consistently frustrated, indeed from the deep-rooted desire to believe which is ever frustrated by the dull drumbeat of continual negation, like a headache.
On the other hand, the total rebel will know only too well that to passively avoid strong commitment by obeying the ‘herd instinct’, that is, to follow the footsteps of whoever is immediately in front of you, and to follow to the bitter end the anti-philosophical, blinkered perceptions of what is called ‘common sense’, can lead to a numbing of all the perceptive and critical faculties. Nazism might not have reached power in Germany if more Germans had put aside the ‘common sense’ of just getting on with daily life and ignoring the fanaticisms of politics. This ‘common sense’ disease is affecting the political vitality of our own society today – with disastrous possibilities in future for all our civil liberties and environmental standards. Nor is there any point in placing one’s ‘faith’ in science. Science is not there to be ‘believed’; it has nothing to show that can or need be ‘believed’, in the sense that one has to ‘believe’ in the Second Coming or in the proletarian revolution. It renders provisional hypotheses on physical matter. If one says one ‘believes’ in science one might as well say one ‘believes’ in a cookbook.
But many can be sceptical without being rebellious. Scepticism may indeed intellectually characterise one total rebel or another, but total rebellion is not pre-eminently or necessarily intellectual.  It is instinctive; objection to absurdities is ramified by the energy of one’s entire being. I refuse to believe ONE MORE RIDICULOUS THING! I refuse to be played for a sucker! The reaction to proposals is not one of vast academic critical erudition; it is one of profound nay-saying, the big NO. One simply rejects everything, and that is that.
The total rebel may not derive any joy from his rebellion at all; it may provoke nothing but misery and anxiety, and probably does. In order to do even the least little thing well, one has to believe in it. But if one rebels against all beliefs and the sheer fatuity of nearly all activities, how can one do anything well? If one does anything, with any goal in mind, does this not make one only a partial rebel? We shall examine this proposition a little further.
Partial rebels get on rather better. They effect real, concrete revolutions – in politics, labour legislation, medicine, women’s rights, gay lib, hygiene, art, literature, national liberation, science, whatever. That is because one side of them does not rebel against another, leaving the rebellious side to get on with the struggle without having to face the danger of internal subversion. But the positive absurdities of the partial rebels catch up with them sooner or later, when the limitations and circumscriptions on their partial ‘revolutions’ lead to reversals, or – worse still – to an even bigger and even more repressive bureaucracy, or to yet more exegetic pedantry.  Or, worse still, to ‘backlashes’ provoked from within all those dark forces that the partial rebel has not included in his or her enlightened campaign of change and renewal – because the partial rebel countenances no ‘dark forces’ in himself. There is a paradox. Only total revolt would mop up all this absurdity residue; but at the same time total revolt is impossibly futile and even sterile because it implies cross-purposes right from the start.
The total rebel is indeed dependent to some extent on the partial rebel, whose painstaking statistics showing vast discrepancies or deprivations here and there can be quoted with gusto. The total rebel is a kind of armchair buffoon in this respect. There is nothing particularly sublime about total revolt unless the rebel realises this in some kind of artistic achievement (a political act is more problematical since politics within society as we know it is generally either compromise or terrorism). But is this achievement itself not some kind of unsuitable modus vivendi for a total rebel?
Yet the total rebel may be excused for employing strategies and tactics. For any strategy, with tactics to match, is to conceal the extent and depth of his subversiveness from others. One must allow revolt some secrecy. A successful tactician is one who can keep a strategic secret well hidden. Indeed, without the secret the total rebel will be socially obliterated. Therefore, the totality of total revolt lies as much in distracting, circumventing, evading, even lying as in commitment to total subversion. The more brilliant the tactics, the more thoroughgoing the rebelling endeavour.  What is revolt if not implicitly violent and extreme vis-à-vis such status quo or ruling order as exists? A sheepish and mild-mannered revolt is no revolt at all. The implications of revolt carry the high risk of catastrophe. This revolt must therefore be concealed from others if total revolt kindles one’s blood and stirs in one’s bosom. Sometimes it can be cleverly concealed as partial revolt.
I suggest an outcome in ‘catastrophe’ because the total rebel is – as the title of the 1950s Hollywood film says – a ‘rebel without a cause’. The total revolt does not come from embrace of a ‘higher cause’, however fanatical. It is embedded in the emotional grain of the rebel, possibly from birth. This is not revolt for something but against everything. It has infantile qualities: one can see it every day in the squalling baby who is simply ‘against everything’: no reasoning or placating can deter it. We carry everything from our pasts within us, and that includes our babyhood, though some of us pass more or less through babyhood more easily than others.  It does not detract from Ibsen’s towering genius and profound maturity to claim that he carries his own infancy with him to the grave. Nor is babyhood and its later residue of infantilism a pathological condition, as in psychopathology. If to be humanly mammalian is to be ‘abnormal’ then we are all perversions of nature.
The total revolt is negative. It is for sweeping away, for destruction. The after effects are not considered; it is an emotional charge, not a quest for humanitarianism: the humanitarian vision – as such - is the more positive for being the more vague, and the more vague for being the more positive. It would thus be profoundly dangerous if total revolt were not impotent, at least in its purest manifestation. I am not saying it is good or bad. It is just there. And, I think, more common than we might believe – if, as I have stated, it runs on from infancy, which is our common inheritance. I find it more convincing to conceive of other people, whatever their station, as having an enormously rich and turbulent inner life than an inner life completely void and vacuous: something I find difficult to swallow, let alone comprehend. What therefore may help explain their fundamental passivity lies not in postulating empty-headedness (except perhaps in such temporary situations as drug-induced or media-induced stupor) but in postulating the almost exact cancelling-out of a rebellious impulse by another impulse.  The stasis is a stasis-in-turbulence, not a stasis as a vacuity.  Total revolt is not completely absent from the majority; it is simply more completely manifest in a minority – or so I believe; I have not taken a poll.
Total revolt flares up in the brush fires here and there of the partial, and here is where danger lies. The revolt is of its essence negative, and this negativity may be brought to bear with ferocious intensity upon one single aspect, one little thing. Every violence may be a partial outlet for an inner total revolt. Otherwise, in the usually peaceable circumstances, the outward appearance of calm is actually a seething. This is where creative sublimations are so desperately important. Without them, there might only be ceaseless outrages of violence. Sometimes this is recognised in enlightened policies, as when, for example, convicted juvenile joy riders are given instruction in motor mechanics, so that their fascination with cars and speed can be channelled into a positive and useful craft. Total revolt does nothing for one’s self respect, and lack of self-respect can contribute to crime and to violence. The enlightened penal policy is to increase self-respect rather than diminish it. By diminishing self-respect, as per the ‘tough on crime’ policies of lock ‘em up and throw the key away proponents, one simply recharges the voltage of total revolt, but with intensifying and ever more dangerous purposelessness. And we should not forget that one of the purest if also most futile manifestations of total revolt – as an act – is suicide. Suicide is the ultimate self-defeating and delusive act of total revolt.  It is self-defeating because it is total revolt expiring as nullity. Not total nullity, since the effect of a suicide will bring distress and certainly a not-inconsiderable inconvenience to others – but bringing more sorrow and misery down on a few others can at best be only a pitiable and contemptible expression of it. Even the armchair buffoon has rebelled better than this – if only because he had everybody fooled, and not necessarily himself as well.
There may be some objection to my individualism.  But individualism is inherent in total revolt. Existence within a rebelling collective requires a high degree of discipline and a narrowing of the focus of revolt upon specific objects. One has to water-down the ‘total’ here, for there is no room in the collective commitment for self-revolt, self-doubt. It is the self-revolt within individualism which renders total revolt as futile as it is all-encompassing, together with the impotence of isolation. It is the delusive freedom within the individual/inner life which germinates or perpetuates total revolt. I did not say total revolt was a great thing. I merely said it is there. I do not think this is an idealist construction because I have assumed that the phenomenon arises from definite reactions within a mammalian, familial and social development. I do not even say that it is necessarily prolonged and stimulated after babyhood in all cultures or all possible cultures. I have suggested that amongst other things it is an extension from infantilism; my own view is that our particular Western culture stimulates prolonged and profound infantilism in a variety of ways, some of which are indulgent, others repressive: like the baby regime. But babies grow up and mental life elaborates seemingly infinitely. Combine this with our enforced and inauthentic situation of extreme individualism, and the contradictions inherent in individualised actions, and one has total revolt.
Too much has been made of the so-called conflict or contradiction between ‘the individual and society’. This construction or paradigm is in fact an ideology reflecting (and perpetuating) a reified social situation. Here is what the young Marx has to say to counter this formulation, in the Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844 (Milligan translation, 1959, pp. 137-138 [4]):
My general consciousness is only the theoretical shape of that which the living shape is the real community, the social fabric, although at the present day general consciousness is an abstraction from real life and as such confronts it with hostility. [My emphasis of this phrase – MM] The activity of my general consciousness, as an activity, is therefore also my theoretical existence as a social being.
Above all we must avoid postulating “Society” again as an abstraction vis-à-vis the individual. The individual is the social being. His life, even if it may not appear in the direct form of a communal life in association with others – is therefore an expression and confirmation of social life. Man’s individual and species life are not different, however much – and this is inevitable – the mode of existence of the individual is a more particular, or more general mode of the life of the species, or the life of the species is a more particular or more general individual life.

This and other passages of the young Marx might be seized upon by the Right as an obvious indication of how deeply ‘totalitarian’ Marx really was. Stalin et. al. were simply bringing Marx’s theory of the socialised individual to fruition on a vast and terrifying scale.  Thus the downfall of ‘Marxism’ with the collapse in the 1990s of Soviet Communism. But it surely does not take too much intelligence to see that modern ‘totalitarianism’ is the extreme form of the ‘hostility’ that Marx is actually describing in the above passage. You cannot even be an ‘individual’ except as a social being. The social aspect in you gives you your uniqueness (including refinement of personality), just as your individual needs shape and identify the social organism within which you exist and survive. To borrow a term from biology, the reified society is a mutation of socialised human society, the latter a supreme fact of material human existence on this earth. Reified ‘Society’ has an all-too-obvious reality as a mutation (that is, it is a concrete manifestation) but remains a mutation nevertheless which must be ideologically justified as ‘normal’.  If one accepts with Marx, as I do, that ‘Society’ - as set over and above the individual human beings making it up - is a reification of complex, socialising and interacting human-hood into a single thing-hood (a process sometimes leading to superstitiously creating a religious icon for a postulated divine being, or worshipping the Monarch in Their Person as the supreme embodiment of the State, the Nation, the Church, etc., etc.), then one will suspect certain implications regarding the total rebel. The total rebel is a stepchild of the living lie of this living reification:  of ‘Society’ as being opposed to himself or herself as an individual - with a confrontation of a definitely perceived ‘hostility’. The dialectical emergence is that of the total rebel: individualistic in the extreme, opposed to all society – that is, to all notions whatever, even to the socialised or internalised being of the self. If it is not in itself a pathological condition it can – given yet more pressure from without – become one.
Let us, then, suppose that total revolt is a greater or lesser pressure upon an individual psyche. How is it dealt with? Usually – I suspect – by dither, prevarication, putting-off, hitting-out (often ‘inappropriately’), terror and morbidity and withdrawal, deception, including occasional self-deception, sliding from one mistaken misjudgement to another, bad timing, constant vowing of repentance and renewal, the inexplicable break-up of friendships and even closer relationships. Of course I must not turn it into a catch-all for everything, and did not intend this. I merely sought to delineate as fully as possible all the various and often cackhanded varieties of total revolt in its outward, day-to-day manifestations. It is too ‘total’ to be realised perfectly. It is only realised imperfectly, which means often ridiculously. The greatest fictional exponent of total revolt (if not also the earliest) is Hamlet. My interpretation of Hamlet the play is that it is irreducible to a prince’s peevishness about his nasty and corrupt uncle and his less than innocent mother – reducible, that is, to the conventional revenge-tragedy genre from which the play descends. I do not see that Hamlet the prince is rebelling against anything in particular, but against everything, even against himself and his visions (for he doubts the provenance of his father’s ghostly visitations), not to speak of the very idea of consummated romantic love. Naturally a total rebellion is difficult even to fathom within oneself if one is unaccustomed to doing so, let alone to resolve. This (I believe) is why Hamlet appears to dither and prevaricate and hide behind endless disguising ‘tactics’ for so long. And why he manages to kill – directly or indirectly – all the wrong people: Polonius, Ophelia and Laertes (a whole innocent family obliterated), sometimes by mistake, sometimes in exaggerated cruelty, sometimes in futility (fighting a duel with one who could have been his ally). And, of course, Hamlet does not resolve his ‘revolt’ very satisfactorily, since although he achieves partial revolt through several deaths, including that of his uncle, he also opens the door to conquest and usurpation by Denmark’s ostensible Norwegian foe, the bitterest enemies of his heroic warrior father’s. (It is difficult to believe that the patriot Shakespeare intended conquest of any nation by a foreign army to result in a benign outcome.) In some sense, of course, ‘total revolt’ is achieved since Hamlet brings down his whole house with him. But it would be difficult to say that this had ‘swept away everything’ in the clean, unequivocal Ibsenite sense. The actual outcome is, in the sublimest dramatic sense, entirely messy and self-defeating. And that is because the effort is individualistic - Hamlet makes no attempt to form a faction or an alliance, let alone a connection with the people - and is riven with self-revolt, self-contradiction and implicit terror of the most fundamental kind: a common affliction, I suspect, with total rebels.  Had Hamlet forged a secret political alliance to expedite his political take-over, as any sensible prince would do in these circumstances, he would have been only a partial rebel, and no doubt the Elsinore bureaucracy would have burgeoned and carried out a more subtle repression with the resulting prosperity and all the new ‘reforms’ and mushrooming of non-governmental and regulatory agencies. But Hamlet’s stance in the world is one of total revolt partially comprehended. (It is of course fatuous to extrapolate too tenuously from plays, but it has struck me that Hamlet could never have got on particularly well with his own father in life – no doubt why he exiled himself for so long as a student in distant Wittenberg.) Hamlet, in other words, is our best-yet fictional exemplar of the total rebel.
What is the practical way to proceed? Total rebellion does not admit of practicalities because it is a revolt against reality: a mutated reality within a reality. It is not by the same token an escape from reality.  Escape from reality is something we all do all the time (or as much of the time as we can) whether we are ‘rebels’ or not. The total rebel does not ‘escape’ from reality all the time, however. He faces reality both below and beyond the visionary. That is his problem. But because he is against reality in its perceived totality, the effect or outcome in his particular and inadequate case seems much the same as an escape, except that it is awkward and fumbling because the rebel impulse is – though ingrained – not developed or steeled in experience. I would like us to be able to distinguish within ourselves the difference between escaping and rebelling. The difference is fundamental, even if – paradoxically – the outcome has all the appearances of being much the same whether as ‘escape’ or as ‘revolt’.  One of the total rebel’s tactics must be to perceive and work on the fact that society itself will attempt to blur this vital distinction by way of misleading the total rebel somewhere along the way.  (Psychiatrists and counsellors take note.) Of course, some would interpret ‘escape’ itself as a tacit or implicit rebellion, though words begin to lose any meaning once they are subjected to such sophistry.
I do not mind if people use ‘total revolt’ as an excuse. They prevaricate, yes, and they are humbugs to the extent that they do, but they are also on their guard because they have conjured up the ineradicable image of revolt, and – once conjured up - ‘revolt’ is a powerful stimulus, not always controllable or predictable. It can also turn round the more immediate despair, manifested in common depression, whilst preserving and safeguarding the existential despair. Escape equals sustained depression: this is my E equals mc squared. Escape or mere ducking out is a lowering, dehumanising, demeaning, roasted peanuts substitute for a three-course dinner. You would think from what I have just written that total revolt with its incoherent fumblings was even more so. I say it is a healthy growth, drawn from the healthy lusts of babyhood honestly acknowledged. Once you fix ‘revolt’ in your mind instead of ‘escape’, then who knows what outcome there will be?  An uncertain outcome is at least better than a certain dead end.  It is in the order of personal advancement, but – as it turns out – of survival, not specific pecuniary rewards or status or whatever, all of which are despised as contemptible. As we find ourselves being picked off, one by one, we have to assert what we can of our rebellious and self-righteous natures even if such righteousness looks like humbug and self-serving nonsense. By way of analogy, if my prayer to God (in whom I do not believe) delivers me from falling off the mountain at that moment because it strengthens my tenuous grip, what do I care, if I survive? Total revolt is the nonsense that might yet save us from the even more complete and totalising nonsense that is steadily reducing each of us to human nullity and degradation – that is, nullity and self-degradation apparent even to our own eyes, if we let it be manifested.
Total revolt is especially useful as and when conditions outside the self become more extreme. So far, we have existed in some kind of uneasy equilibrium with the great powers. We have survived in the margins – says he of the working middle class. But the very margins are contracting. Revolt must be brought home and must come from within. It can fasten on all sorts of justifications – who cares what particular justifications are when survival is the order of the discourse at hand?  Provided the justifications are all embracing, radical and ‘unfair’?
            So might speak the total rebel. But total rebellion is objectively futile and is a product of despair even as it keeps immediate despair at bay. Some might say it has its most insidious manifestation in terrorism, which is also despairing, secretive and conspiratorial.  Yet terrorism remains – for all its violence and bloodshed – a partial revolt, because paradoxically it embraces the same ‘common sense’ view of the world of appearances as that of its ostensible enemy, the social Establishment. If anything, the terrorist view is even cruder, for it honestly believes that the blowing up of supermarkets, buses and the like (which can only kill and maim the innocent) makes a literal difference – that is, against a capitalism whose true power is anything but ‘literal’. Capitalism is profoundly theoretical – the first and to date the most sophisticated abstract means of social control ever invented, (which, incidentally, makes it the ideal benefactor of the triple A’s: alienated academic apologetics). Capitalism in even its grossest manifestations (and especially those) can survive the blowing up of individual supermarkets. In fact it can thrive on that, just as the incompetent and uncertainly mandated George W Bush and cohorts thrived politically on the massacre of 11 September 2001. [5]  The instruments of total social repression are already in place – from space satellite downwards – and those controlling them are only waiting and itching for the chance of practical and wide-scale implementation. Terrorism turns out to be the collective equivalent to individual suicide in terms of futility and self-defeat – it always would have been, with or without satellites. The total rebel has to reject terrorism on the grounds that its limited perspective brings about the exact opposite of what it self-delusively intends. Total revolt is, of course, also self-defeating in the attempt at any action (I think I have made this abundantly clear, that is, it is self-defeating by definition), but because of its totality it can retreat and manoeuvre and self-justify till kingdom come - or, produce artistic masterpieces of one kind or another to stimulate the masochistic tendencies of the better-off but insecure Establishment cognoscenti.  Total revolt’s best friend is that which corrupts it: a social-aesthetic acceptance – even enthusiastic acceptance – from within the ranks of those it hates.
            There may be a way ‘forward’ for the total rebel which incorporates even self-doubt and self-revolt without the latter becoming entirely crippling. This will lie in cultivating two apparently mutually contradictory tendencies/strategies within one life and personality. The first tendency/strategy is the unstinted cultivation of inner revolt: nothing to be compromised, nothing to be admired, nothing to be embraced, nothing to be flattered, everything to be (deep-down) despised, in a charged attitude ranging from contempt to loathing. The second is the strategic disguise of respectable excellence.
Revolt is an admirable principle of education and self-improvement. If the student rebels against the teacher or subject (or both), then the onus falls heavily on that student to be better than the teacher and to excel in the subject, to overcome it by first mastering it. Half measures will not do if the revolt is profound and all encompassing. Only through mastery can the rebel strike home: otherwise, if he fails or evades the points he is ostensibly fighting, then he is dismissed as an irrelevance. No one, however, can dismiss the rebel who knows more than the conformist and ‘performs’ better. The revolt comes closer to being ‘totalised’ by being that much more effective on both key fronts of inner rebellion and outward excellence. Only total rebels totalising through strategies make the best and certainly most interesting and challenging students; the rest are comparative laptop-fodder.
            The situation in the arts world is different. Here, the rebel-artist is expected to ‘rebel’ to the extent that ‘rebellion’ in the arts becomes a kind of conformity. Even rebellion against the commodity system in art (Duchamp), ends in the creation of pricey commodities (extending even to reproductions of Duchamp’s ‘found’ and signed urinals). In view of this double bind it is interesting to note the profusion of means artists have found for temporarily evading the otherwise endless round of rebellion-into-commodity which has always characterised modern art. Unfortunately, in order to be able to afford to make into a work of art something that could never be a commodity (the equivalent to a sand-painting, or for example the shrouding of large buildings or great boulders in silken fabrics) the artist must either be independently wealthy or have a public or private patron. In fact it appears that many of the more avant-garde artists of today have gone entirely the other way in deliberately producing pricey commodities endowed with a frisson of nihilism.  Even in graffiti art a wall can become purchasable.
            In fact, the ‘respectable excellence’ strategy can become beguiling of itself, if it is too successful. The total rebel ceases to cultivate the rebellious half, ceases to be schizoid, in effect. When this happens the wellspring of inspiration for excellence dries up; and the edge is taken off the energy. The total rebel’s face to the world has to be total rebellion, which includes both destructive motivation and as high a quality as possible in deflective strategies.
This is hardly the ideal life of poise and repose. It is not a recommended formula for ‘inner peace’.  It imposes a severe strain on the total rebel’s every waking hour, and only those with strong constitutions and stomachs can really survive it while still keeping to it. In any case, as already stated, it always fails in the end. Arthur Miller once said that ‘failure is ill-defined’, but I think it is possible here to designate degrees of failure in the total rebel. The highest degree – i.e., that of the most ‘positive’ - is some kind of outstanding achievement wrung from the depths of rebellious loathing and despair. (This is what Brustein means when he tells us that his great dramatists reconcile themselves to the world ultimately and only through their own creations.) The second highest is the bringing about of some sort of political chaos, at least the partial bringing-down of something outside the self and immediate environs. The third highest degree of failure is to have managed to live through a relatively unscathed life steering between the Scylla of inner accommodation with the hate and the Charybdis of complete social ostracism and/or obliteration.  One level down from this in the falling away from total revolt is criminality, including, of course, violence and murder. Terrorism features in here somewhere.  And then on down the scale (in terms of rebellious ineffectuality if not also ethics and morality), to mindless incapacitation through drug and alcohol abuse, down to a semi-willed self-destruction or down to suicide. We get to a stage along this hypothetical declining route where the ‘total revolt’ has become a parody of itself.  In practice, these stages cannot always be easily distinguished or stratified like the neat levels of Dante’s Inferno. The great artist whose art derives from total revolt may also be going downhill as an alcoholic whilst creating his best work out of the very deepest rebellion. In the case of the rebel Jean Genet, the artist reached his art via criminality.
            All this talk of ‘failure’ is deliberate. Fundamentally, the total rebel is on a hiding to nothing. This is because he is a supreme embodiment of the dysfunctionality of reified society. Society malfunctions and mutates to the extent that a separation between ‘Society’ as a reified object and ‘the individual’ (another reification) is manifested in concrete and institutionalised ways. It produces its most extreme representative in the most extreme of all individualists, the total rebel. Of course, if one adheres to dialectics one will be most certain that the total rebel is a transitional figure: for just as he points in one direction to the radical individualism of dysfunctional society, so – in the other direction – does he point towards the supersession of that society, since although he embraces his nurturing by internalising the old society’s most extreme features, he also hates it and kicks against the pricks (or bites the nipple that suckles him). If dysfunctional society’s most perfect exemplar is the one who hates it the most and the most comprehensively, then this is not only the measure of its dysfunctionality but also of its dangerously centrifugal tendencies and of an intimation of its mortality. Mutated society is itself self-destructive.




[1] Robert Brustein, Theatre of Revolt (Boston, 1964).
[2] Much of this has intriguing echoes of Hegel’s aesthetics, in which the authentic Hero of tragedy is one who has assumed the functions of civil society either before its creation or within its caesurae. Epic heroism, for Hegel, is no longer possible for a citizen of civil society in which it is the state, not the individual, that takes full command and concomitant responsibility for all that happens. See Hegel on Tragedy, ed. by Anne and Henry Paolucci (Westport, 1978).
[3] Eugene Ionesco: Rhinoceros, The Chairs, The Lesson, transl. by Donald Watson (Harmondsworth, 1962)
[4] London: Lawrence & Wishart 1970 – translated by Martin Milligan.
[5] See Naomi Klein (The Shock Doctrine) on ‘disaster capitalism’, a growth that cashes in on the man-made and the natural disaster. 

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