Skip to main content

Unreliable Narrators

One of my (many) favorite films is The Usual Suspects. The cast is superb, the story twisty, but it is all based on the concept of an unreliable narrator.  I have seen a few other such films (Rashomon is in its own category) and read several novels using this technique.

It is deeply unsettling, to me at least, to have entered a narrative that I know is fictional and have willingly suspended my belief only to find that I have been thoroughly misled. My consent to believe in the story has been abused on some level.

It is a fact of life that outside of explicit fiction we rely on unreliable narrators 24/7. The people I have learned to trust over decades of reliability still only share their perspective on events, while folk on the internet trying to sell me things often are at the other extreme. There is no way for sentient beings to tell some kind of absolute truth because ultimately that requires omniscience which I believe to be the province of God and God alone.

Absolute skepticism is not an option, for me at least. That would completely separate me from others and I would die spiritually if not physically from loneliness. Absolute gullibility is not a better choice, for to cast away your judgment to those in your environment and take no responsibility of your own is another form of spiritual death.

So yet again we are faced with some kind of middle ground that somehow optimizes our ability to be part of the world even without a full accounting of the facts. In my youth I simplified this to the notion of keeping score; of roughly assigning to all people in my life, near and far, a score of how many times I have been able to independently check the version of reality they describe to me and the proportion of those times their stories have been corroborated. It is not the same as grading by an answer key for corroborated realities can still be false, but it is a rough pass that saves me from the worst extremes on the gullibility/skepticism scale.

I regularly encounter people in my life who do not keep score in any way, who treat each new story told to them as a completely new thing, unrelated to the narrator's past veracity. Oft times they rely upon how much they want to believe what they are told; that way lies folly and I seek to avoid that path.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Betrayal

I caught a student cheating on a final exam this morning. I had a line of sight on them and watched for ten minutes as they took their cellphone out of their pocket, kept it below their table, typed into it, read it, put it away, then wrote on the exam, repeating this cycle over and over again.  I was a bit surprised as the exam was open notes but this student had not attended many of our classes, just stopping by for exams, and I conjecture that they had no notes to open. I confronted the student who admitted that they had done wrong in an inarticulate non-confessional way. By the afternoon they had signed off on the honor code violation report to avoid further investigation and possible sanctions beyond failing the exam.  Is anger the right emotion to feel now? I had a working relationship with the student, although they had not contributed much to it. They had deceived me in order to gain unwarranted advantage over their peers in the class and that is not right. I don't wan...

Standing Your Corner

I'm a long-term David Simon fan ever since I read his book "Homicide", detailing a year-long embedding with Baltimore homicide detectives. It was clear-eyed about all of the strengths and weaknesses, good reflexes and prejudices of everyone that he met.  I enjoyed the television show that followed that he wrote for, and then of course "The Wire" on HBO and a number of his other shows---only limited by my access to streaming services.  There was a histrionic moment in a later season of "Homicide" where he just let a character vent; a homicide detective who was part-owner of a bar frequented by cops watched a particularly violent drug criminal, responsible for many unsolved homicides, come into his bar with his associates, violating the detective's territory. The detective came around the bar holding a billy club in his hand and loudly discussed his first year as a patrol officer walking a beat. His supervising officer told him that he had a corner a...

Momentum

In my youth my primary social justice commitment was through Amnesty International. As an affluent white male I enjoyed freedoms that I thought ideally everyone should share; in the 1980's we had had the vine of United States support for repressive regimes that were nominally anti-Communist bearing cruel fruit and I in my small part of the world wanted to do something about that.  It was a more active support Amnesty International sought back then; nowadays they just ask me for money. We members were encouraged to write to foreign government officials to urge them to take care of political prisoners that we named, the idea being that as long as they knew that they were seen the cruelty would diminish. One letter per prisoner, because they were all human beings, not just a faceless group. I have no independent way of verifying if the hundreds of letters I wrote eased any suffering; I know that they changed me. Selfishly I am grateful. At the time I made a point of reading journalism...