trauma culture
by Hal Foster
Today some artists appear driven by an
ambition, on the one hand, to inhabit a
place of total affect and, on the other, to
be drained of affect altogether; on the one
hand, to possess the obscene vitality of the
wound and, on the other, to occupy the
radical nihility of the corpse. Pure affect,
no affect: It Hurts, I Can't Feel Anything.
Why this fascination with trauma, this envy
of abjection, now? To be sure, motives exist
within art, writing and theory alike. There
is a dissatisfaction with the textual model
of reality--as if the real, repressed in
poststructuralist postmodernism, had
returned as traumatic. Then too there is a
disillusionment with the celebration of
desire as an open passport of a mobile
subject--as if the real, dismissed by a
performative postmodernism, were marshaled
against a world of fantasy now felt to be
compromised by consumerism. But obviously
there are other forces at work as well: a
despair about the persistent AIDS crisis,
invasive disease and death, systemic poverty
and crime, a destroyed welfare state, indeed
a broken social contract (as the rich opt
out in revolution from the top, and as the
poor are dropped out in immiseration from
the bottom). How one articulates these
different forces is a difficult question--
perhaps a definitive question for cultural
criticism. In any case these forces have
driven the contemporary concern with trauma
and abjection.
And one result is this: a special truth
seems to reside in traumatic or abject
states, in diseased or damaged bodies. To be
sure, the violated body is often the
evidentiary basis of important witnessings
to truth, of necessary testimonials against
power. But there are dangers with this
siting of truth as well, such as the
restriction of our political imagination to
two camps, the abjector and the abjected,
and the assumption that in order not to be
counted among sexists and racists one must
become the phobic object of such subjects.
If there is a subject of history for the
culture of abjection at all, it is not the
Worker, the Woman or the Person of Color,
but the Corpse. This is a politics of
difference pushed beyond indifference, a
politics of alterity pushed to nihility. But
is this point of nihility a critical epitome
of impoverishment where power cannot
penetrate, or is it a place from which power
emanates in a strange new form? Is abjection
a refusal of power or its reinvention in a
strange new guise, or is it somehow both
these events at once? Finally, is abjection
a space-time beyond redemption, or is it the
fastest route for contemporary rogue-saints
to grace?
Today there is a general tendency to
redefine experience, individual and
historical, in terms of trauma: a lingua
trauma is spoken in popular culture,
academic discourse, and the art and literary
worlds. Many contemporary novelists (e.g.,
Paul Auster, Dennis Cooper, Steve Erickson,
Denis Johnson, Ian McEwan, Tim O'Brien) and
filmmakers (e.g., Atom Egoyan in Exotica,
Terry Gilliam in 12 Monkeys, the Monty
Python version of La Jetée) conceive
experience in this paradoxical modality:
experience that is not experienced, at least
not punctually, that comes too early or too
late, that must be acted out compulsively or
reconstructed after the fact, almost
analytically. Often in these novels and
films narrative runs in reverse or moves
very erratically, and the climax is an event
that happened long ago or not at all (per
the logic of trauma this is sometimes
ambiguous).
On the one hand, especially in art, writing
and theory, this trauma discourse continues
the poststructuralist critique of the
subject by other means, for strictly in a
psychoanalytic register there is no subject
of trauma--the position is evacuated--so in
this sense the critique of the subject is
most radical here. On the other hand,
especially in therapy culture, talk shows
and memoir-mongering, trauma is treated as
an event that guarantees the subject, and in
this psychologistic register the subject,
however disturbed, rushes back as survivor,
witness, testifier. Here a traumatic subject
does indeed exist, and it has absolute
authority, for one cannot challenge the
trauma of another: one can only believe it,
even identify with it, or not. In trauma
discourse, then, the subject is evacuated
and elevated at once. And in this way it
serves as a magical resolution of
contradictory imperatives in contemporary
culture: the imperative of deconstructive
analyses on the one hand, and the imperative
of multicultural histories on the other; the
imperative to acknowledge the disrupted
subjectivity that comes of a broken society
on the one hand, and the imperative to
affirm identity at all costs on the other.
Today, 30 years after the death of the
author, we are witness to a strange rebirth
of the author as zombie, to a paradoxical
condition of absentee authority.
Hal Foster teaches art history at Cornell
and is an editor of October. This text is an
excerpt from an article that will appear in
October 76, due out in the fall.
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