[Reader-list] Juddith Butler on Jacques Derrida

[Sadan Jha]

Dear all, 
I found this text by Juddith Butler on Derrida and thought to share it with you.

sadan.


On Jacques Derrida

   October 9, 2004

   Judith Butler

           "How do you finally respond to your life and your name?"
   Derrida raised this question in his final interview with Le Monde,
   published in August 18th of this year.  If he could apprehend his
   life, he remarks, he would also be obliged to apprehend his death as
   singular and absolute, without resurrection and without redemption.
   At this revealing moment, it is interesting that Derrida the
   philosopher should find in Socrates his proper precursor, that he
   should turn to Socrates to understand that, at the age of 74, he still
   did not quite know how best to live. One cannot, he remarks, come to
   terms with one's life without trying to apprehend one's death, asking,
   in effect, how a human lives and dies.  Much of Derrida's later work
   is dedicated to mourning, though he offers his acts of public mourning
   as a posthumous gift, for instance, in The Work of Mourning published
   in 2001.  There he tries to come to terms with the death of other
   writers and thinkers through reckoning his debt to their words,
   indeed, their texts; his own writing constitutes an act of mourning,
   one that he is perhaps, avant la lettre, recommending to us a way to
   begin to mourn this thinker who not only taught us how to read, but
   gave the act of reading a new significance and a new promise.  In that
   book, he openly mourns Roland Barthes who died in 1980, Paul de Man,
   who died in 1983, Michel Foucault, who died in 1984, and a host of
   others, including Edmund Jabes (1991), Louis Marin (1992), Sarah
   Kofman (1994), Emmanuel Levinas (1995) and Jean-Francois Lyotard
   (1998).  The last of the essays, for Lyotard,  included in this book
   is written six years before Derrida's own death. It is not, however,
   Derrida's own death that preoccupies him here, but rather his "debts."
   These are authors that he could not do without, ones with whom and
   through whom he thinks.  He writes only because he reads, and he reads
   only because there are these authors to read time and again.  He
   "owes" them something or, perhaps, everything, if only because he
   could not write without them; their writing exists as the precondition
   of his own; their writing constitutes the means through which his own
   writing voice is animated and secured, a voice that emerges,
   importantly, as an address.

           It strikes me as strange that in October of 1993 when I shared
   a stage with Derrida at New York University, I had a brief, private
   conversation with him that touched upon these issues.  As we were
   seated at a table together with some other speakers, I could see in
   Derrida a certain urgency to acknowledge those many people who had
   translated him, those who had read him, those who had defended him in
   public debate, and those who has made good use of his thinking and his
   words.  I leaned over after one of his several gestures of nearly
   inhuman generosity and asked him whether he felt that he had many
   debts to pay.  I was hoping, vainly it seemed, to suggest to him that
   he need not feel so indebted, thinking as I did in a perhaps naively
   Nietzschean way that the debt was a form of enslavement, and that he
   did not see that what others offered him, they offered freely.  He
   seemed not to be able to hear me in English.  And so when I said "your
   debts," he said, "my death?" "No," I reiterated, "your debts!" and he
   said, "my death!?"  At this point I could see that there was a nexus
   between the two, one that my efforts at clear pronunciation could not
   quite pierce, but it was not until I read his later work that I came
   to understand how important that nexus really  was.  He writes, "There
   come moments when, as mourning demands (deuil oblige), one feels
   obligated to declare one's debts.  We feel it our duty to say what we
   owe to the friend." He cautions against "saying" the debt and
   imagining that one might then be done with the debt that way. He
   acknowledges instead the "incalculable debt" that one that he does not
   want to pay: "I am conscious of this and want it thus."  He ends his
   essay on Lyotard with a direct address: "there it is, Jean Francois,
   this is what, I tell myself, I today would have wanted to try and tell
   you."  There is in that attempt, that essai, a longing that cannot
   reach the one to whom it is addressed, but does not for that reason
   forfeit itself as longing. The act of mourning thus becomes a
   continued way of "speaking to" the other who is gone, even though the
   other is gone, in spite of the fact that the other is gone, precisely
   because that other is  gone.  We now must say "Jacques" to name the
   one we have now lost, and in that sense "Jacques Derrida" becomes the
   name of our loss. And yet we must continue to say his name, not only
   to mark his passing, but precisely as the one whom we continue to
   address, in what we write, because it is, for many of us, impossible
   to write without relying on him, without thinking with and through
   him. "Jacques Derrida," then, as the name for the future of what we
write.

   *     *     *

           It is surely uncontroversial to say that Jacques Derrida was
   one of the greatest philosophers of the 20th century, that his
   international reputation far exceeds any French intellectual of his
   generation.   More than that,  his work fundamentally changed the way
   in which we think about language, philosophy, aesthetics, painting,
   literature, communication, ethics and politics.  His early work
   criticized the structuralist presumption that language could be
   described as a static set of rules, and he showed how those rules
   admitted of contingency and were dependent on a temporality that could
   undermine their efficacy. He wrote against philosophical positions
   that uncritically subscribed to "totality" or "systematicity" as
   values, without first considering the alternatives that were ruled out
   by that preemptive valorization.  He insisted that the act of reading
   extends from literary texts to films, to works of art, to popular
   culture, to political scenarios, and to philosophy itself. The
   practice of "reading" insists that our ability to understand relies on
   our capacity to interpret signs.  It also presupposes that signs come
   to signify in ways that no particular author or speaker can constrain
   in advance through intention.  This does not mean that our language
   always confounds our intentions, but only that our intentions do not
   fully govern everything we end up meaning by what we say and write
   (see Limited Inc., 1977).  Derridaâs work moved from a criticism of
   philosophical presumptions in groundbreaking books such as On
   Grammatology (1967), Writing and Difference (1967), Dissemination
   (1972), The Post Card (1980), and Spurs (1978), to the question of how
   to theorize the problem of "difference." This term he wrote as
   "différance," not only to mark the way that signification works, with
   one term referring to another, always relying on a deferral of meaning
   between signifier and signified, but also to characterize an ethical
   relation, the relation of sexual difference, and the relation to the
   Other. If some readers thought that Derrida was a linguistic
   constructivist, they missed the fact that the name we have for
   something, for ourselves, for an other, is precisely what fails to
   capture the referent (as opposed to making or constructing that
referent).

           He clearly drew critically on the work of Emmanuel Levinas in
   order to insist upon the "Other" as one to whom an incalculable
   responsibility is owed, one who could never fully be "captured"
   through social categories or designative names, one to whom a certain
   response is owed. This framework became the basis of his strenuous
   critique of apartheid in South Africa, his vigilant opposition to
   totalitarian regimes and forms of intellectual censorship, his
   theorization of the nation-state beyond the hold of territoriality,
   his opposition to European racism, and his critical relation to the
   discourse of "terror" as it worked to fortify governmental powers that
   undermine basic human rights, in his defense of animal rights, in his
   opposition to the death penalty, and even in his queries about "being"
   Jewish and what it means to offer hospitality to those of differing
   origins and language.  One can see these various questions raised in
   The Ear of the Other (1982), The Other Europe, Positions (1972), For
   Nelson Mandela (1986), Given Time (1991) The Gift of Death (1992), The
   Other Heading: Reflections on Today's Europe (1992), Spectres of Marx
   (1993), Politics of Friendship (1994), The Monolingualism of the Other
   (1996), Philosophy in a Time of Terror (with Jurgen Habermas) (2002),
   and his conversations with Helene Cixous, Portrait of Jacques Derrida
   as a Young Jewish Saint (2001).

           Derrida made clear in his small book on Walter Benjamin, The
   Force of Law (1994), that justice was a concept that was yet to come.
   This does not mean that we cannot expect instances of justice in this
   life, and it does not mean that justice will arrive for us only in
   another life.  He was clear that there was no other life. It means
   only that, as an ideal, it is that toward which we strive, without
   end.  Not to strive for justice because it cannot be fully realized
   would be as mistaken as believing that one has already arrived at
   justice and that the only task is to arm oneself adequately to fortify
   its regime. The first is a form of nihilism (which he opposed) and the
   second is dogmatism (which he opposed).  Derrida kept us alive to the
   practice of criticism, understanding that social and political
   transformation was an incessant project, one that could not be
   relinquished, one that was coextensive with the becoming of life
   itself, and with a reading of the rules through which a polity
   constitutes itself through exclusion or effacement.  How is justice
   done?  What justice do we owe others? And what does it mean to act in
   the name of justice?  These were questions that had to be asked
   regardless of the consequences, and this meant that they were often
   questions asked when established authorities wished that they were not.

           If his critics worried that, with Derrida, there are no
   foundations upon which one could rely, they doubtless were mistaken in
   that view.  Derrida relies perhaps most assiduously on Socrates, on a
   mode of philosophical  inquiry that took the question as the most
   honest and arduous form for thought. "How do you finally respond to
   your life and to your name?"  This question is posed by him to
   himself, and yet he is, in this interview, a "tu" for himself, as if
   he is a proximate friend, but not quite a "moi." He has taken himself
   as the other, modeling a form of reflexivity, asking whether an
   account can be given of this life, and of this death. Is there justice
   to be done to a life? That he asks the question is exemplary, perhaps
   even foundational, since it keeps the final meaning of that life and
   that name open. It prescribes a ceaseless task of honoring what cannot
   be possessed through knowledge, that in a life that exceeds our grasp.
   Indeed, now that Derrida, the person, has died, his writing makes a
   demand upon us, bequeathing his name to us who will continue to
   address him. We must address him as he addressed himself, asking what
   it means to know and approach another, to apprehend a life and a
   death, to give an account of its meaning, to acknowledge its binding
   ties with others, and to do that justly.  In this way, Derrida has
   always been offering us a way to interrogate the very meaning of our
   lives, singly and plurally, returning to the question as the beginning
   of philosophy, but surely also, in his own way, and with several
   unpayable debts, beginning philosophy anew.