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--Is your dad better since he got out?

--Wonderful. Just wonderful.

--I never had the same energy you did, Dan.

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--Don't be silly, don't be silly, this is all extremely interesting.

--It's strange being out in Bradford again. Something peaceful about it, though. You could come out and visit me sometime, if you needed somewhere to go.

--Sure, sure. Al, what are you doing?

--Shhhh. Listen. There's someone at the door.

--Who is it, Al?

--I don't know. I think it's the super.

4. Interview with Wendell Lippman

--Daniel Markham conducting interview number three, June 16th, 1997, Anecdotal Sociology of the Philosophical Urge in Young Men, funding pending at the National Endowment for the Humanities, the National Center for Mental Health, Centers for Disease Control, United States Departments of the Interior, Health and Human Services, and Education. Proceeding number 3B1997. Subject, Wendell O. Lippman, Caucasian male, age twenty-one, resident of Jamaica Plain, Boston. First question. Mr. Lippman, could you state your full name for the record?

--Wendell Oliver Lippman.

--Thank you. Now, Mr. Lippman, you have come here to 178

participate in some groundbreaking research. What you say here today could alter the daily lives of millions of your fellow citizens. I don't want to sound overly serious, but you need to understand you are sitting now at a kind of apex, an unparalleled position of influence, one you may never again attain in your life, a chance to shape the future of a nation by opening a window into the souls of its young men. Do you feel ready for this responsibility?

--I guess so. I mean, I just met Al the other day, at the park.

--Mr. Lippman, you must understand. In this instance Mr. Turpin is only a conduit through whom you have come to me. Your association with him is an empirical necessity but otherwise entirely irrelevant. This study is interested in you qua you, not you qua friend of Al. Is that clear?

--What does "qua" mean?

--Mr. Lippman, is it your impression that
I
am conducting this interview, or is it rather your impression that
you
are conducting this interview?

--You, I guess.

--That is correct, Mr. Lippman, that is correct.

--Look, man, I mean, Al just said I should come over sometime 'cause, you know, we could talk about God and stuff like that, which is cool and all, but . . . I was just coming by to pick up some weed.

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--For the record, I am now granting myself permission to treat the subject as hostile.

--What?

--State the titles and authors of the books you have read in the last five years.

--All of them?

--Yes, Mr. Lippman, all of them.

--You're fucking intense.

--Are we done now with the editorial comment?

--Yeah.

--Good. So you've read what, exactly?

--Well, I checked this thing out on the Gulf War, about how, like, there was all this information about it, but not really any analysis, and that was sort of a new thing.

--Could you state for the record your level of education?

--I go to college.

--Right. Passing on the book question for now, perhaps you could tell us something about your interest in philosophy and how it began. You do have an interest in philosophy, correct?

--Sure.

--All right. Tell us how it got started.

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--Well, the first time I got high--

5. Interview with Carl de Hooten

--We're talking here this afternoon with Carl de Hooten . . . who is twenty-seven years old and a resident of western Somerville. Mr. de Hooten--

--Carl's fine.

--All right. Carl is a--how did you describe it?

--A freelance graduate student.

--A freelance grad student. Meaning?

--I'm affiliated with a number of departments.

--He is a graduate of SUNY Oswego, where he studied philosophy. So, Carl, tell us something about your initial interest in the field.

--Where I lived as a child, a neighboring girl began a lemonade stand, her plan being to sell to passersby. My mother decided that I ought to participate in this venture, a sentiment which I later concluded derived from her conviction that I did not leave the house frequently enough. I fought her suggestion tooth and nail, having no interest in hawking some sugar drink to the locals. My mother persisted, however, going as far as to contact the girl's parents and negotiate my inclusion. I was told to go and sit by the girl at the table--to go and have fun. It 181

was through the experience of sitting beside this girl--

Verena was her name--that I became interested in artificial intelligence. In front of the table, Verena had hung a sign which announced the price of a lemonade at twenty cents. The interesting thing, however, was that despite the sign she charged different customers different prices. If her friend Judy came by, for instance, she was invariably allowed to pay only a nickel. Boys were generally charged five cents over--a full quarter--on the claim that the sign referred only to the price of the lemonade, and not the cost of the cup. When cars slowed to make a purchase, she'd slap me across the shoulders and insist I kneel down in front of the table, thus obscuring the sign and allowing her to bilk the strangers for fifty cents or even a dollar. When I said I thought this was unfair, she took my face in her hands and yelled at me, saying, "You are only here because my mother says you have to be."

Around this same time I had been taking apart a calculator my father had given me, checking out the circuits, looking through a magnifying glass at the chip, imagining all those microscopic chambers inside, how every calculation was broken down into its binary constituents. I was watching Verena one afternoon, watching the expression on her face as three older girls approached from up the road. I could see her trying to decide what to charge, and it struck me that if one knew enough about her brain, if one could get down into the synapse, down into the interstitial fluid, to the binary code, well, then she'd be predictable, even reproducible, 182

and all the apparent capriciousness, all the malleability would succumb to an algorithm, a chip on a motherboard. That's more or less how it got started.

--Interesting . . .

--I've been pretty heavily into artificial intelligence ever since: neural nets, cognitive modeling.

--Ask him if he's ever had a girlfriend.

--Al! I apologize, my roommate's--

--That's all right, I can answer if you like. The fact is I haven't had a girlfriend.

--Does this bother you?

--It occasionally bothers me intensely and I feel like an outcast, and then for long stretches I don't even notice. I must say, though, coming here is comforting.

--Why's that?

--It makes me feel like a stable person, in control of my life.

--Coming here does?

--Yeah, I mean look at you guys. You're living in these rooms so full of books you can barely move, your roommate's lying on his stomach on the floor, he's been there for an hour--

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--He's got gastrointestinal problems--

--And you're sitting there with a bag of ice on your back and a Dictaphone asking these questions . . . and this is all somehow part of you selling me a futon? This isn't normal, you know. There's nothing normal about it.
6. Interview with Charles Markham

--Okay, Dad, it's on . . . Are you going to say something?

--Day's almost over.

--I can turn on a light if you want.

--It's all right . . . What are we supposed to talk about?

--I told you, I'm doing this research, about how the interest in philosophy begins, what it leads to . . .

--You don't want to interview me.

--I do.

--Danny, it's all over now. Why do you want to drag it up? They fired me, that's all.

--It's not about the job. This isn't about academics, I just mean how it got started for you, what it meant to you . . .

--Funny. What it meant to me? I was reading this book the other day. There's this fragment I remember. Went something like,
People whose best hope for a connection to other
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human beings lay in elaborating for themselves an elegiac
mode of relatedness, as if everyone's life were already over.
Seemed accurate to me.

--How do you mean?

--This idea of living your life as an elegy, inoculating yourself against the present. So much easier if you can see people as though they were just characters from a book. You can still spend time with them. But you have nothing to do with their fate. It's all been decided. The present doesn't really matter, it's just the time you happen to be reading about them. Which makes everything easier. Other people's pain, for instance.

--Did this have something to do with what got you started reading?

--The philosophers--they were part of that, keeping things at a remove.

--How?

--They were my friends. Reliable. There to keep me company. You spent time with them, they talked to you. They didn't have crises. They were always ready with a little numbered comment. So ideal that way. No dying bodies to drag around. Like a painting. No changes, no disappointments. Everything already over.

--Did you read when you were in the hospital? Mom said you always had your books.

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--What are you talking about?

--The year you were on the ward.

--She told you about that, about me being in there?

--Yeah. She said she used to come and read to you . . . Look at me, Dad . . . Say something.

--Turn that tape thing off, would you? Oh Danny, why are you crying?

--And she said, she said the doctor told her you were sick . . .

--Stop it.

--And that you needed your family . . . Where are you going? Dad. Where are you going?

--I have to go.

--No, Dad, please. I want to talk to you, come on, you said you'd do the interview, please, this is for me--the research--come on, you can't leave now, please . . . What about the day you picked me up from school in your tux--Dad?--with that Lamborghini, and we went to the Harbor and you bought me martinis and dinner and we stayed the night--tell me what it felt like, tell me what you were thinking--

--No, Danny, I have to--

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the sculpture in the living room, come on, I want you to tell me how it all fit in, how the books fit in, the theories, the things you read, Dad!

7. Daniel Markham, self-interview

--Anecdotal Sociology interview number something, Daniel Markham . . . So, Mr. Markham, could you tell us a little something about yourself? . . . Surely, I was born in Boston, we were all in the hospital there, me, my mom, and my dad too! . . . Your dad? . . . Yes, he too had a room, just over in the next wing . . . You're such a kidder . . . I know, doesn't it just kill you . . . So seriously now, to the topic at hand, why have you laid all your books out on the floor like this, and why have you stacked them in front of the door and why won't you let Al in, and why, Mr. Markham, why are you naked, and why do you lie on top of these books, and do you really have a back condition, or is that just an elaborate somatoform pose, and do you really have an ulcer that won't let you sleep, and do you really spend the day in a ghastly neurasthenic haze, and just what are those things you've started to draw on the wall that look vaguely like the symbols of some primitive religion, and what would Dr. Gollinger think of them, hey? And is it the circles in them that interests you, or the lines that cut across them, like the spike of the gearshift on which that cat landed? . . . All very interesting, yes, I agree, but really you'll have to be more specific. I mean, what exactly is 187

the question? . . . Well, it's your own question, Mr. Markham, don't you remember it? You asked them how their interest in philosophy began, so how did it begin for you? . . . Interesting yes, very interesting, the tears, I think it was the tears, or rather the pages wrinkled with the dried tears, the open book on his desk, my father's of course, and then a paragraph where the paper was wrinkled, raised, you know the way paper gets when it's been wet and then dried, just a few circles here and there, and no water glass in sight, and of course the other minor evidence being that he was weeping on the sofa. Reading those wrinkled paragraphs, looking at the little black words, listening to my father cry, well you see, it was all so fascinating and captivating to me, and I just said, gosh darn it, I'd love a career in this sort of thing . . . There you go again, you crack me up, really this is supposed to be a serious interview . . . Sorry, I know, I know . . . And so what have you learned? . . . Well I'm glad you finally asked me that because you see, that's why I keep the books all over the floor like this, and why I like to lie on top of them, because really then reference becomes much easier, I mean I can just feel the
Symposium
pressing up against my thigh here, but seriously, what I've learned, well there's so much, but let's see, Kant said I'm clearing away knowledge to make room for faith, and Marx said there is only one antidote to mental suffering, and that is physical pain (which seems accurate to me), and Kierkegaard said there are many people who reach their conclusions about life like schoolboys, they cheat 188

their masters by copying the answers from a book, and Vico said the criterion and rule to truth is to have invented the truth, maybe even conducted a few interviews, who knows? And Wittgenstein said ethics and aesthetics are one and the same thing, and he said the solution to the problem of life is seen in the vanishing of the problem, and he said I can only doubt if there is something beyond doubt, and Heidegger said the idea of logic itself disintegrates in the turbulence of a more original questioning, and Fichte said--No, Al, I'm not hungry, I'm doing an interview, I'll be out tomorrow, go out, enjoy yourself, it's a lovely day . . . A warning? . . . Burn it, Al! It's just a collection notice. Just burn it, burn the whole fucking stack, the phone and electric, just burn it in a pyre on the landing and strap that fucking nosy super to it! You can do it, Al, you can do it! . . . You were saying, Mr. Markham . . . Yes, I was saying Fichte said something too, and so did Pascal, and my mother said we all fall apart in little ways, and then there's the passage here, the one I can't stop reading, where is it? Here in the gospel, Luke, Chapter Two.
And it came to pass, that
after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the
midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them
questions. And all that heard him were astonished at his
understanding and answers. And when they saw him, they
were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast
thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have
sought thee sorrowing. And he said unto them, How is
it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about
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