The Skeptical Chiast

The lectionary essays I’m working on involve texts that some scholars identify as chiasmic, composed in an “A – B – B – A” (those are letters, not “Abba”) pattern of inverted parallelism. I’m intrigued by these claims, some of which come from scholars I know well and greatly respect (“know well and greatly respect” forming a cheap illustration of the phenomenon: verb – adverb -adverb -verb) — but I’m very reluctant to accept the claims they make about chiasm in the New Testament.

Let me stipulate at the outset that I accept the premise that ancient rhetorical culture was more accustomed to recognizing such structural devices than are contemporary readers. We can assert with certainty that the ancients knew of chiasm, because they wrote about it in the rhetorical handbooks. We can find examples of chiasm in non-biblical ancient literature. To all of this, a firm “yes.”

On the other hand, the claims that contemporary scholars make about chiasm often conflict with one another, and despite widespread interest in the phenomenon, no interpretive proposal seems to have convinced a broad constituency of scholarly readers (even within the pool of chiasm-alert scholars). When you combine the uncertainty of the interpretive conclusions with the astonishing claims made on behalf of this device (it sometimes seems like the Philosophers’ Stone of biblical rhetoric, resolving all interpretive conundrums, clarifying textual enimas, whitening teeth and freshening breath), I respond with resolute caution.

So, first, let me suggest that the smaller the scale of the chiastic structure one proposes, the greater the likelihood that one has correctly identified deliberate chiasm. I’’m not suggesting that someone can’t, or oughtn’t, or wouldn’t, compose a large-scale chiasm (say, the Lukan travel narrative, perhaps) — just that the longer the composition, the more difficult it would be for ancients or moderns to sustain chiastic structure, and the less obvious such a structure would be to general audiences. Ancient readers would be better attuned, yes; but they would still be quicker to pick up a short chiasm — look at Isaiah 55:8-9 for an example, where the prophet contrasts human thoughts and ways with God’s ways and thoughts — than a very long chiasm. The probability of recognizing chiasm declines as the chiasm becomes more subtle. If an author smacks you over the head with inverted parallelism by shouting repeated keywords and by making a very pronounced contrast between the elements, we have a very clear example; but the more that the author relies on inference and allusion, the less reason we have to assert with certainty that we’re encountering deliberate authorial chiasm.

Second, I suspect that there was more of what we might infelicitously call “informal chiasm” than biblical scholarship can comfortably deal with. In a rhetorically-sophisticated culture, one wouldn’t need to set up flashing neon keywords to tip off careful readers, nor would one expect that absolutely everyone would recognize absolutely every chiasm. And an ancient storyteller might have in mind a very rough chiastic structure — “I’ll begin in Galilee, muck around a while in various intervening territories, have a central section in Jerusalem, then conclude the narrative in Galilee again” — of the sort that doesn’t lend itself to the kind of minute analytical overkill that funds arguments in biblical interpretation. Many proposed chiasms parse the text at such a level of detail that the nuances actually undermine the force of the argument by revealing just how the critic must strain to account for every conjunction, verb tense, and definite pronoun. That’s a besetting problem of the biblical guild, not an argument against the existence of examples of biblical chiasm; but when an interpreter complies with disciplinary expectations of comprehensive rigor (disproportionate with the likely rigor of the author’s compositional coompulsiveness), the whole endeavor goes off the rails.

So chalk me up as skeptical about proposed examples of large-scale biblical chiasm, until someone shows me an example for which there’s general approbation among critical readers, ideally including some of the ancients, and which displays its evidence with an appropriate tone of indeterminacy and humility. I’m sympathetic to the premise, and confident that there’s probably something there, just cautious about accepting grandiose claims on tenuous grounds.


On a peripheral point, does anyone know where to obtain reasonably-priced beer in Princeton? I made only one stop becase I was in a hurry, but it seemed the sort of place I’d ordinarily expect to find sensible prices. The six-packs I saw, however, were consistently priced a dollar or two more than comparable beers in Evanston. What am I missing?

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ADVENTURE In History

It’s long, sometimes repetitive, and utterly fascinating to someone (like me) who spent hours and hours playing ADVENTURE on campus terminals in the seventies. Dennis G. Jerz analyzes the legends, the effects, the actual physical location, and the source code of Willie Crowder’s and Don Woods’s invention of the genre of interactive fiction. I couldn’t stop reading it.

My favorite moment in the article comes on p. 172, when Jerz reveals that Don Woods contacted Willie Crowther “by sending an e-mail to ‘crowther’ at every domain name in existence at the time.” Yes, “at every domain name in existence.” Those were the days.

In On the Act

I’ve linked to Fred Clark’s scathing analysis of what he plausibly identifies as “The Worst Books Ever Written” before (digressive additional link (stop smirking, students of mine): Fred’s post yesterday on despair and suicide. I’d want to argue with him on several points, but only in the friendly, appreciative “Don’t you want to say. . .” way); now, it seems, Cross Currents editor Charles Henderson joins the chorus.

I wish I had room in my teaching schedule to lead a group through the Book of Revelation. As I read responses to Left Behind, I can’t help thinking that the most effective counterargument to LaHaye and Jenkins’ weirdly anti-literal interpretation would simply involve reading the texts carefully. As Fred’s most recent post shows in painful detail, there’s nothing “obvious” or “literal” about the prophetic fulfillments that LaHaye et al. purport to discover. But if you’ve been reading Revelation attentively all along, it’s hard to imagine that you find any of L&J’s snake oil convincing anyway.

Favorite Polemics

I’ve loved reading Terry Eagleton since I first encountered his book on Literary Theory; I don’t agree with him all the time, but he writes brilliantly, and even when I’m dissenting from his arguments I relish his prose.

So I wish I’d had a squint at his response to Richard Dawkins before I went on Open Source Radio to talk about Christopher Hitchens (and I wish I had a link to an Eagletonian response to Hitchens). Eagleton’s characterizations of Judaism show him to have blind spots almost as great as those he attributes to Dawkins, but in the cage match between the two, it looks to me as though Eagleton scores a solid take-down.
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More Learning

A handful of provocations — Biella’s note about F/OSS projects as educational institutions, Scott McLemee’s column on the Open Library, continual reading at Stephen Downes’s place, and as something of a counterexample, IHE’s article about summer online courses at American University — amplify my confidence that competence-based evaluation in an open (non-“course”-based, non-credit-based) system best fits the circumstances of online learning (especially for institutions with straitened resources).

Lame Game v. AKMA

From CatandGirl:

Witness Protection Program Name = “Andrew Camera”

Punk Rock Name = “Andrew Lecturing” (?) (or “Intertwingling”?)

Prime Minister of India Name = “Andrew Gandhi” (Like Cat, I prefer the slant-rhyming “Nehru”)

Singer-Songwriter Name = “Mehershalalhashbaz Boston”

Science Fiction Name = “B. V. D. L. L. Bean”

Trust Fund Name = “Margaret LloydAppleton” (sadly, no Roman numerals) (I wish Shirley Chisholm had been a senator, and Paul Wellstone would have been more gender-appropriate)

But everyone calls me “AKMA.” (But “Basil” would be my favorite seasoning, and would call to mind the hero of Fawlty Towers.)

Eerie Pennsylvania

Boing Boing pointed to a NASA article about the coming lunar eclipse, which will transform the moon to a deep reddish color. I wonder whether there’s any way of checking to see whether there was such an eclipse thirty or so years back; I remember driving eastward along the Pennsylvania Turnpike one night, when I emerged from one of the famous Turnpike Tunnels (perhaps the Allegheny Mountain Tunnel?), and as the horizon opened before me I saw a deep red full moon. It spooked me; surely a blood red moon made an ominous harbinger for a long solo drive — but the drive was otherwise uneventful. Just unnerving.

New Beginning

Today I just puttered around my office-study, got my library cards at the seminary library and the public library, picked up a cheap printer, and bumped into four people I know from when we lived here before (and three other members of the Center). I spotted a few people I suspect I recall from the past, but of whom I’m not sure enough to have introduced myself.

Let me say this: I love Princeton. I walked across the seminary campus today for the first time since we left, and I was swept away by memories of those years. And I haven’t even stepped into Trinity Church.

I did some good work here; every footstep reminds me of that. I know the tiny township, and by some peculiar logic it fits me — the improbable outfit that’s snug in the right places, slack in the right places, in a color you’d ordinarily never wear, but it fits just right and you wear it anyway. This should be a wonderful year.
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Today and Tomorrow

Today, family day with Jeanne and Gail and Margaret’s mother and father, and we picked Pippa up; tomorrow, Pip and Margaret go to Nantucket to visit my mom, and Bea and I make our way back to Princeton, where I’ll finally put down some temporary roots.

Phase Five, Part Two

Last night’s performance at the Teen Theater Camp of the Theater Project in Brunswick, Maine — properly entitled Oz: Revisiting the Wizard — went very smoothly, and Pippa shone in her various roles as the Good Witch of the North,

Good Witch of South

a Winkie Munchkin,

Winkie

the Wizard’s Guard,

Oz's Guard

Glinda the Good Witch,

Glinda et al

Glinda

and Auntie Em.

Auntie Em

This afternoon Pippa plays the ensemble roles; I probably won’t take many more pictures (at either of the two shows we’ll see today). She was terrific, and added a great deal of vigor, character, and audibility to the production.

We The People

I try to keep my mouth shut about the U.S. government, but every now and then something irks me to the point that I’m moved to comment. For instance:

White House spokesman Tony Fratto replied, “Every day this Congress gets a little more out of control. . . .”

It has been a long time since my elementary school civics classes (and even then I was a rabble-rousing lefty), but I think I remember Mrs. Jameson and Mr. Recht teaching me that the key difference between the U.S.A. and the Soviet Union lay in the fact that the Communist Party controlled the Soviet government, whereas in the U.S.A. the three branches of government function to limit one another’s powers. Congress being “out of control” is a good thing for U.S. democracy — I would have thought.