Two Appointments With Baudrillard
Dr.
William Pawlett
(Sociology
and Cultural Studies, University of Wolverhampton, UK)
I. Appearance
I
am definitively other.1
It was a cold,
blustery and inauspicious Friday the 13th in Leicester, UK in 1998. Baudrillard
was giving a lecture at a weary, municipal Arts Centre. I was writing a Ph.D.
thesis on Baudrillard. The theme of his lecture is “Nothing”. This troubled
me because my thesis, as yet little more than a catalogue of his ideas, made no
reference to this topic and so, even as a catalogue, it is about to be rendered
obsolete.
I was
also anxious because, although shy, I had convinced myself that I would have to
introduce myself to Baudrillard and ask intelligent questions. I had heard Baudrillard
lecture before. As a theorist passionate about the power of appearances, of
illusions and of seduction, I had expected a seductive, rakish man, imagining
Baudrillard to look something like Antoine de Caunes (the presenter of the
television show Euro trash). Yet, as has been recorded elsewhere2 Baudrillard in the flesh was
not this at all. He looked more like a retired trade union boss: dour and
serious, tough-looking, almost pugilistic or soldierly. I remembered thinking
that Baudrillard must never have been handsome or particularly striking.
Yet
Baudrillard, in giving his paper, did exert a seduction. The event was well attended,
and there was excitement in the air. He spoke quietly, without any trace of ostentation.
He did not project the carefully-crafted image of a successful, celebrity
intellectual; he was not, to use a term with which he is closely associated, a
simulation. He did not attempt to dominate proceedings; even allowing mouthy
and ill-informed post-graduates to rail against him with only a shrug of the
shoulder or a muted “perhaps”.
After the
lecture I cornered Baudrillard and blurted out a few questions on simulation
and its relationship to evil. He said that I spoke too rapidly for him to
understand properly, but nevertheless he answered and clarified an issue that
had been troubling me. I began to relax but at that point he was whisked away
by one of the event organisers. Later there was a book signing and an
exhibition of Baudrillard’s photography entitled “Strange World”. Baudrillard
was even invited by a female undergraduate to sign her bra-strap, but instead
he signed the strap of her shoulder bag. The book signing went on for some
time with Baudrillard signing not only copies of his new book but, it seemed,
any book that students brought to him: dog-eared copies of his older works,
library copies of his works in translation, including a copy of Horrocks’ Introducing
Baudrillard (1996). I asked him if in this he was deliberately attacking
the idea of authenticity and authorial status; he replied “perhaps”.
An
obituary is expected to provide readers with information on the deceased’s
ideas, to present a brief summary of their “key concepts”. But this task is
highly problematic given the nature of Baudrillard’s writings. The problem is
not one of complexity: Baudrillard’s central themes can be summarised
relatively easily. It is rather that Baudrillard’s writings directly attack
the very idea of the concept and its “truths”, and idea of information and its
supposedly progressive, liberatory and irenic nature. Baudrillard challenged
the culture of mass communications, of the information economy, of capitalism,
of globalisation, of pluralism and “diversity”. These ideas and institutions
are attacked not merely to provoke or offend, but because they dismantle,
prevent or replace “symbolic exchange”, the central notion of Baudrillard’s
writing. But symbolic exchange “is not a concept”3 and it cannot be reduced to
information, or to a series or code of linguistic signs. Symbolic exchange “is
an act and a social relation”,4
it is a space or relation established between people and is not separable or abstractable
from that relation. Any abstraction from the dimension of reciprocal exchange
is a “simulation”, a replacement of symbolic relations by coded, abstract
signs. Symbolic exchange is communication, or better a communion, it cannot be
expressed through “bits” of information.
I first
encountered Baudrillard’s ideas as a student of sociology in the late 1980s.
Inspired by Mike Gane’s rendering of his ideas, I rejected sociology almost
immediately on contact with Baudrillard, seeking refuge in cultural studies.
After reading Baudrillard, contemporary sociology seemed hopelessly slow and
plodding, excruciatingly tame and stubbornly naïve in its empiricism.
Accessing Baudrillard’s contribution to sociology is exceptionally problematic
since his aim seems to have been to destroy it, or at least to observe its
self-destruction.
My
enthusiasm for Baudrillard’s ideas was not dampened during the late 1990s when,
needing a job, I discovered that university departments did not want
Baudrillard specialists. They wanted people interested in the sociological
topics du jour (at that time Identity Politics and Globalisation) who might
attract government research funding. Baudrillard’s theory had, it was argued,
gone “badly wrong”.5
Stuart Hall, with a shocking lack of precision, conflated Baudrillard’s
arguments on simulation with Francis Fukuyama’s neo-conservative “end of
history” thesis.6
Baudrillard was, in any case, thought to be something to do with the 1980s and
Postmodernism.7
Everything
changed on September 11, 2001 – everything, including Baudrillard’s
reputation. It was recalled that Baudrillard had written a great deal about
terrorism and its relationship to the media. That he had, in the mid-1970s,
described the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre as a symbol of Western
capitalism’s arrogance, its exclusions, and its fictions of invulnerability.8 Indeed, Baudrillard,
chillingly, describes the Twin Towers as a spectacle of such self-satisfied
hubris that the “immanence of the catastrophe” haunts it and (quoting Walter
Benjamin), suggests that such destruction might be received as an “aesthetic
pleasure”.9
Baudrillard had warned, repeatedly, of the extreme vulnerability of Western
societies and ideas to attack from Islamist fundamentalism from the late 1980s.10 He had long opposed the
drive of globalisation, warning of the increasing likelihood of violent
rejections of and attacks against this fragile system of integration.11
The
world, it seemed, was growing more and more Baudrillardian by the day. When,
in the late 1970s Baudrillard argued that party politics had become a
meaningless exercise in images and promotion, and that wider political
campaigning was assimilated into party politics without bringing about
significant change, he was met with derision from the Left and labelled an
irresponsible charlatan. Today, with a pro-Gay, pro-Green Conservative Party
in the UK, few would disagree that party politics functions as a promotional
game of signs that has left “reality” far behind. And now, after years of
cursory rejection, Marxist theorists are lauding Baudrillard’s work as “an
important contribution” to the critique of the capitalist system.12
When
Baudrillard argued that the Women’s Liberation Movement risked worsening the
social position of women if it “liberated” them according to existing models of
sexuality, he was denounced by uncomprehending feminists as a sexist creep who
wanted to confine women to traditional roles. Yet in the age of size zero and
models dying of anorexia, of omnipresent lap-dancing clubs, of pre-pubescent
girls wearing “Porn star” and “Playboy” T-shirts, and intelligent young women
aspiring to work in the porn industry – Baudrillard’s arguments have been
re-appraised. Indeed, Victoria Grace’s book Baudrillard’s Challenge
dismisses early feminist readings of Baudrillard as puerile and makes the case
that his work is an important, though eccentric, contribution to feminist
thought, an outcome Baudrillard himself seemed to have hoped for.13
After
9/11 US and Allied forces launched further virtual media wars against “enemies”
that had not attacked it. Conventional military engagement did not take place,
but death and mutilation on a vast scale did, and Baudrillard’s controversial The
Gulf War Did Not Take Place (c 1991/1995) was, at last, more fully
understood. As Merrin notes journalists such as Michael Ignatieff (2000) now
publish their own “sub-Baudrillardian ruminations” on the Gulf wars.14 The world’s largest
military and media machine has failed to win the war against an enemy it
struggled to define or locate, and this time, has lost the propaganda war too,
succeeding only in making the world an far more dangerous and uncertain place.
This sounds like something from Baudrillard’s fourth order of simulacra – and it
is!
II. Disappearance
… the whole trick is to know how to disappear
before dying and instead of dying.15
Death orders matters well, since the very
fact of your absence makes the world distinctly less worthy of being lived in.16

William Pawlett. Baudrillard’s funeral (March
13, 2007).
I find
myself standing over Baudrillard’s coffin. It is a beautiful spring morning in
Paris. Having decided to attend his funeral only at the last minute, and
struggling to find the correct entrance to the Cimetière Montparnasse, I
expected to take my place at the back of a long funeral procession. But in
fact there are few mourners, so few that I even thought I had arrived on the
wrong day, or in the wrong place. There are no TV cameras, no media; this is not
a hyperreal non-event, it is a symbolic ritual for family, friends and
admirers.
The first
thing I notice is a particularly large wreath from the French Ministry of
Culture and Communication: an ironic object given Baudrillard’s long-standing
hatred of culture (“I spit on it”)17
and his oft-repeated argument that communication has been replaced by
information. About two hundred mourners have gathered now and we follow the
hearse, Baudrillard’s second wife, Marine, and his two children along the
avenue to the eighth division of the cemetery. A number of leading French
intellectuals, including Marc Guillaume, Sylvere Lotringer, Jacques Donzelot
and Michel Maffesoli gave speeches in tribute to Baudrillard and his work,
emphasising the original and challenging nature of his ideas. There are also
notable absences: no Virilio or Kristeva and, surprisingly, none of
Baudrillard’s admirers and interlocutors from the English-speaking world.
During the tributes one notable anecdote emerged, from Guillaume, concerning
the first time Baudrillard met Marine. Being familiar with his work she asked
Baudrillard if he would, at least, call himself a democrat? Baudrillard’s only
reply was “You must not ask me such things”.
Finally,
a symbolic exchange: after the coffin was lowered into the ground each of the
mourners sprinkling earth over it. Baudrillard’s family leave quickly and the
mourners disperse. As I make my way to the exit I pass a number of
immaculately dressed women in their 40s and 50s and also notice a small group
of young people, gathered by a bench, discussing Baudrillard’s ideas in earnest
tones. A low-key but fitting tribute: thoughtful students and tearful
mistresses?
Disappearance may be the desire to see what
the world looks like in our absence (photography) or to see, beyond the end,
beyond the subject, beyond all meaning, beyond the horizon of disappearance, if
there is still an occurrence of the world, an unprogrammed appearance of
things. A domain of pure appearance, of the world (and not of the real world,
which is only ever the world of representation), which can emerge only from the
disappearance of all the added values.18
Never believed in reality: I respect it too
much to believe in it.
Never had any imagining of death: it should
remain a surprise.19
Which of
Baudrillard’s ideas will live on? Which will disappear with him? Ironically
Baudrillard will be remembered as the theorist of simulation, a term he hardly
used in the last twenty-five years of his life. His most important idea, symbolic
exchange, is hardly known outside of specialist Baudrillard scholarship and
will probably remain obscure. Yet Baudrillard will be remembered for his many
provocations, for his symbolic exchanges with other thinkers and ideas, and
with his readers. He will be remembered for his wit in attacking the
commonplace and unexamined, for challenging the accepted and taken-for-granted,
for defying received wisdom. Some of his ideas became (hyper)realities, some
of his predictions came to pass, still others remain dissonant and unsettling,
they lie in wait, traps for an unsuspecting “reality” to fall into.
III.
Sociology
Baudrillard
himself claimed not to be an important figure in sociology and to have never,
fundamentally, been a sociologist : “[i]f anything, I’m a metaphysician,
perhaps a moralist, but certainly not a sociologist. The only ‘sociological’
work I can claim is my effort to put an end to the social, to the concept of
the social”.20
Baudrillard was rather being rather disingenuous here; his early work from The
System of Objects through to Symbolic Exchange and Death was clearly
recognisable as sociological in places, though it was far more daring and
inventive than mainstream academic sociology.21
This raises the question as to what, in the early 21st century, is sociology?
Fewer students choose to take sociology degrees and university departments of
sociology are contracting or in some cases, closing down. Many departments are
characterised by what Weber termed “methodolatry”, by the pursuit of even more “sophisticated”
techniques of data collection and manipulation at the expense of ideas, of
relevance, of influence, of imagination. Sociology is disappearing into social
statistics – into information.
Practitioners
frequently bemoan their lack of social and political influence but as
Baudrillard remarked academic thought is increasingly empty, too often
“demoralizingly platitudinous”22
what influence can it expect to have? Baudrillard’s work contains nothing
whatsoever of interest for sociology and sociologists of this kind. But for
anyone who wishes to think, and think again, Baudrillard’s work is invaluable.
IV. Thought
The more daily life is eroded, routinized and
interactivized, the more we must counter this trend with complex, initiatory
sets of rules.23
Things live only on the basis of their
disappearance, and if one wishes to interpret things with entire lucidity, one
must do so as a function of their disappearance.24
Radical
thinking is a ceremonial form, for Baudrillard, it is a symbolic exchange
ritual performed “to remake emptiness, to re-distinguish what has been
confused”.25
Banal thinking, the dominant form, produces more and more and more which means
less and less and less: thought is reduced to information, and it circulates in
the virtual sphere of the “information economy”.
There is no binary
distinction between thinking subject and thought object, they are inseparable,
complicitous, duelling. The subject is an object and is part of the world, and
the world is thought by the subject. Both scientific and critical thought
posit a necessary connection between thought and the “real” world, but, for
Baudrillard, this is superstition and a banal illusion. Both thought and the
world are singular, not naturally or truthfully connected but, nevertheless,
fundamentally inseparable, constantly in play. Radical thought re-makes our
domesticated, coded language: “[t]hrough writing, language, which is a
domesticated species, becomes a wild one again”.26 Language is never a neutral
medium of representation, but it can “tear living concepts to pieces”.27 And we all think, all of
the time. We have more ideas than we will ever need or use.
For
Baudrillard radical thought was a “decoy” not a truth, it advances behind a
mask. Not an instrument of analysis but a ruse by which the world analyses
itself, revealing not the “truth” or the “real” but the fundamental and
singular illusion of the world. Thought must seduce the world, but thought is
only seductive with the complicity of the world. Anyone who seeks to verify
their hypotheses, to capture the “reality” of the world, will not be
disappointed because the world will elude them by “proving them right”, by
submitting to any hypothesis, no matter how banal. By submitting to all
hypotheses, even Baudrillard’s provocations and speculations, the world
generates a radical uncertainty and remains ultimately elusive. But if the
radical illusion of the world is indestructible the world of culture, meaning
and representation is all too fleeting and slips away, almost unnoticed.
The generations steeped in the virtual will
never have known the real. But that is not so serious if we accept that the
real is merely a referential illusion. More serious is the case of those who,
steeped in sex and images of sex will never have known pleasure. But this is
nothing in relation to the possibility, for future generations, of never
knowing death.28
©
William Pawlett
Endnotes