In my last blog post I started answering a friend’s question
about some of the characteristics of our world. She had requested that I define
modernism and postmodernism, and reflect on what Christian witness might look like in a postmodern culture. I’m not
using these terms technically, but as in a general way to try to get a handle
on how culture and thinking has developed to what it is today. In the first
part I touched on how modernism developed beginning back in the 6th
century, how it seemed to promise so much, and how by the 20th
century it was clear the modernist experiment had failed. Science and reason
had produced great technological advances, but could not solve all the problems
of human existence nor provide compellingly satisfying answers to the deepest
questions of the human heart.
Among other things, the French thinkers argued that every
author who composes a text brings to that task a set of prejudices and
assumptions. This means that what the author intended to say might not be what
the text that they wrote actually communicates. After all, we are usually
unaware of our own prejudices and assumptions, so the text I produce will reflect
ideas, values, and shifts from my culture—all much bigger than myself—that I am
not fully aware of myself. The forces at work in the economic, political, and
hierarchical power struggles in our historical moment shape us and shape the
texts we write.
In one sense this was not a new idea, but in an increasingly
pluralistic and globalized world, postmodern thinkers took it one step further.
The meaning or true interpretation of any text, they argued, is determined not
by the author but by the reader.
When we look in the church we find that evangelical
Christians by and large had adopted a similar perspective. In Bible studies and
personal devotions throughout the 19th and 20th century
the central question was, “What does the text of Scripture mean to me?” We
settled discussions with “proof texts,” verses of Scripture that would convince
us of some point of view. This was all part of something we held dear, namely,
the right of “personal interpretation.” As long as the meaning of the text was
clear to me, that was its meaning.
The meaning of a text is determined by the reader,
postmodern thinkers said but then pointed out something obvious: texts are not
just books and manuscripts but anything that needs to be “read” by us in order
to give it “meaning.” Events, objects, vocations, nature, everything we do and
own and use, is simply there until we see it, name it, and interpret its
significance. Is my car merely a mode of transportation or a measure of my
success? Add to this insight the latest findings of neuroscience that questions
whether we can be certain there is a direct link between our brains and
anything outside of ourselves and you come to a logical but startling
conclusion: life and reality is finally just a projection of our consciousness.
Modernists as young adults often went off to Europe to “find
themselves,” while the postmodern generation are more likely to use networking
technologies to build “social capital.” While a previous generation tended to
remain loyal to an employer over a lifetime of work, people entering the
workforce today fully expect to change employers several times before they
retire. A pop star that captures the postmodern mindset perfectly is Madonna,
who has recast her image numerous times over the course of a career as a celebrity.
Postmodernism as a formal academic pursuit has from the
beginning been a bit unstable. It’s fine for a literary critic to write an
article on how Jane Austin didn’t really mean what she wrote, but when a second
critic claims the first critic didn’t mean what they wrote about Jane Austin,
and a third critic claims neither of the first two—well, you get the picture.
Still, thinkers like Jean-François Lyotard (1924-1998) and Jacques Derrida (1930-2004)
have shaped the thinking of our world by exploring how postmodern conditions
have shaped human existence and culture.
As the 20th century moved past and into the 21st,
the reality of our lives changed in all sorts of ways. Some of them are
obvious, while others simply occurred slowly but steadily. Several terms are
often invoked to identify the changes. Globalization
refers to the fact that the world has both become smaller and more accessible.
People and goods are on the move, and calling a toll-free service number about
a piece of technology made in China by an British company sold in an American
store by a clerk originally from the Sudan may have you talking to a citizen of
India. If you haven’t reflected on globalization you should read Thomas
Friedman’s fascinating and important book, The
World is Flat: A Brief History of the 21st Century (2007). Pluralism refers to the increasing
diversity we experience in terms of the goods, services, beliefs, ideas values,
and lifestyles that are on offer in the marketplace. Religions that I heard
about as a child only when missionaries visited my church have moved in next
door. Whether we are talking about cell phones or living arrangements, all
sorts of possibilities are available and the diversity shows no sign of slowing
down any time soon. Since this is a blog and not a book, I’ll mention just one
more: Fragmentation. In ways we may
not even realize, technology breaks our daily life into tiny pieces, and in the
media the same occurs to our consciousness. My grandfather’s generation spent
days doing a single thing, concentrating on a single task, but few today ever
have that experience—we multi-task. And since most young adults either come
from broken families or have sensed abandonment from significant others, the
fragmentation comes crashing in on our relationships, dreams, fears, and view
of God.
Our lives unfold as a story, and if we are to find meaning
and direction we need a larger, richer story to bring definition and
significance to our little story. In a pluralistic world it seems narrow minded
and judgmental to claim there is a single story—a meta-narrative—for all times
and peoples and cultures. Besides, part of the promise of modernism was to use
reason to find an answer to this sort of question, and we know how that turned out. Postmodernism
concludes there is no one final meta-narrative, but there are local stories we
can live in. Modernists failed to arrive at a final standard for justice and
morality, for example, and so said everything was relative. Relativism doesn’t
work for everyday life, though because we know some things are right and wrong
(like not killing people). So though we can’t say there is a story that
absolutely proves that murdering is absolutely wrong, we can live in a story in
which we agree it is wrong, and so it is. We believe in proximate justice, not
absolutes, but we aren’t relativists either.
Modernism took people to the edge of an abyss, an abyss of
nothingness and meaninglessness and when they looked in, they felt despair. If
you doubt that, watch films like Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal (1958) or Woody Allen’s Crimes and Misdemeanors (1989). In stark contrast, postmodern
people love irony, feel at home with cynicism, and find solace in a network of
friends that share daily experience in a virtual reality so encompassing that
life is a movie and our music, the conversation of our hearts, is its
soundtrack. Our movies are more like Garden
State (2004) and The Matrix
(1999), or Woody Allen’s Match Point
(2005) and Vicky Christina Barcelona
(2008).
Both modernism and postmodernism come with blessing and with
curse. The advances of science, technology, and medicine are good gifts in a
broken world, but the notion we can solve all problems and answer all questions
with the scientific method and reason is a sad commentary on both the hubris in
the human heart and an unwillingness to learn from sorry history. It was that
sort of pride that paved the way for tyrannies that slaughtered their own
populations and a capitalism that is willing to sacrifice everything for the
bottom line. The increasing pluralism of goods and ideas mirrors the rich
diversity of God’s good creation, but doesn’t the notion that ultimate
questions of significance, identity, and spirituality can be formed out of our
own experience and imagination seem at least a little dubious? Meta-narratives
need not be oppressive if they are grounded in love, as The Matrix (1999) showed. Imagine if someone from the outside did
come, lived among us as one of us, and against all odds walked through death
onto the other side on our behalf. It would be a Story worth considering.
Images (in order): still from The Book of Eli (2010), Jacque Derrida, The World is Flat (2007), a still from The Seventh Seal (1958), and a still from The Matrix (1999).
…to be continued.
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