Social Justice and Unsolved Riddles I: Monday

I am going to suspend my decade by decade accounts of the life and works of Stephen Leacock for the next eight weeks. I will pick up the thread on Monday, October 21. The reason: I am now writing the book that I said from the start I was going to write for the 100th Anniversary of The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice, and my mind simply cannot cope with two major writing streams at once, these three blogs being one stream, the book being the other. For much of the past five months I have been fiddling around, trying to figure out how to approach that book.

If you have been reading the Monday blog, which is this one, you will be familiar with the workings of my mind, and particularly with my taste for metaphorical or allegorical reasoning, and for casting exposition in the form of narrative. My inspiration for that approach is John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress. I wish I had found myself able to be even more inspired by William Blake, but the going was too stern. I have had to content myself with secondary inspiration from the books of people who understand him better. I have recruited them as Guides for the pilgrimage.

If you are familiar with Bunyan’s book, you will know that it begins, “As I walked through the wilderness of this world … “, an image that appeals to me. Therefore I borrowed it, and the device of the dream introduced in the first paragraph. The story, therefore, becomes the story of a pilgrimage in a dream, told by a first-person narrator who may be the author or may be an invented character in the dream. If you are familiar with Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town and many other Stephen Leacock stories you will be familiar with this kind of narrator.

Today I am simply going to introduce you to the characters in the story, since they grew out of the ramblings of the Monday blog for the past five months.

The purpose of the pilgrimage is to locate a venue for the formal marriage of Social Justice, who is the Bride, and Unsolved Riddles, who is the Groom. They have been cohabiting for at least 100 years and have produced many offspring. The time has come for their union to be officially sanctioned. The title of the book is therefore The Marriage of Social Justice and Unsolved Riddles

The pilgrimage travels through a Mind Field occupied by and consisting of The Yottapede and the Charged Ooze. The Yottapede is the inhabitant of the Ooze, which is both its home and its source of nourishment. The Ooze also has a life of its own. It is a living thing, not just a medium for living things. So too is the Valley within which all this takes place and which has been brutally occupied by the Mind Field.

The others in the wedding party are Mnemochirianne the Centaur, Astranasus the Star-Nosed Mole, and Vulphystrix the Fox-Hedgehog (or Fox-Porcupine) Both-Andian. Monday blog readers will recognize them. Vulphystrix, as a Both-Andian, finds it difficult to walk. He therefore has acquired a personal attendant, called Prophet Isaiah, who is not that one, but another one.

For reasons that will become apparent, two other creatures have joined the party: Eulalie, an Owl, and Ursula, a Bear. I capitalize these identities in order to emphasize that they are creatures of the Dream, not of Nature.

The Narrator, who calls himself “I” or “Me” as the case requires, will be informed throughout the Pilgrimage by three of the nine Muses: Calliope, Clio, and Terpsichore. Calliope, their leader, is accompanied by a handmaiden named Mosjaur, who is the Story.

The whole party will be guided through the Mind Field by three Guides, whose names are Marshall, Northrop, and Bedoubleyou. The exact relationship between them and the three Thinkers they represent remains to be discovered.

That makes a party of sixteen, if I am counting properly: 1. Social Justice; 2. Unsolved Riddles; 3. Mnemochirianne; 4. Eulalie; 5. Ursula; 6. Astranasus; 7. Vulphystrix; 8. Prophet Isaiah; 9. Calliope; 10. Clio; 11. Terpsichore; 12. Mosjaur; 13. Marshall; 14. Northrop; 15. Bedoubleyou; 16. I-Me. We should also count The Yottapede and the Charged Ooze, making eighteen, and the Valley, making nineteen, and even Olde Stephen, the ghost of Stephen Leacock, who hovers over the entire ensemble, making twenty. The numerology of all this is extraordinary, but I won’t try to explain it here.

That’s the set-up. Mosjaur the Story is hard at work. Things are starting to rumble.

The Preface was released on Saturday, August 24th, and the first chapter will be released on Saturday, August 31st, one hundred years to the day since Stephen Leacock published his first chapter in the New York Times, the Toronto Star, and other newspapers. If you want a copy, e-mail me at voyageur-at-bmts.com and you shall have it. There’s no charge, but there is a condition: I am looking for feedback, and reserve the right to beg you for it.

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The Second Decade of Stephen Leacock, 1880-89. Upheaval.

If you go back a couple of weeks to the full list of Leacock’s decades, all 7.325 of them, you will see this one described as follows:

1880’s :: Rescued into Upper Canada College, Toronto, (1882); graduates as Head Boy; enters University of Toronto (1887) but drops out due to finances. Trains to teach high-school Latin, Greek, French, German & English. Teaches one term in Uxbridge (1889).

It did not end, however, quite as described. In the Fall of 1889 he returned to Upper Canada College as a junior master, and resumed his studies at the University of Toronto. The story of his time there properly belongs to the next decade. That one was lively, but not quite as lively as this one.

We left Stephen Leacock in his “damnedest place  you ever saw” on the farm in Georgina Township, just south of Lake Simcoe. This proximity is important, because somehow, despite the rigours of farm life, the family contrived to spend its summers by the lake, in true genteel Ontario fashion. Incidentally, I have seen their farm life described as that of pioneers in Upper Canada. This is not pedantically correct. “Upper Canada” had been re-named as “Canada West” in 1841, and “Ontario” at Confederation in 1867, nine years before the Leacocks arrived. And they did not hew their farmstead out of the forest primeval; someone had done that before them. The conditions remained somewhat primitive, however, although possibly not quite as colourfully so as he described them later on in his old age for the purpose of publication.

Carl Spadoni, in his “Chronology” provided with his monumental A Bibliography of Stephen Leacock (1998) summarizes in more detail the events of Leacock’s second decade: he is appointed joint editor of the school paper in 1886; in 1887 he publishes therein his first signed article called “The Vision of Mirza”; he wins a scholarship to the University of Toronto; in the summer his father leaves the family forever. The year 1887 was a lively one. In 1888 Stephen, unable to continue his studies, heads off to Strathroy (Ontario) to become a teacher. As already noted, after a brief spell in Uxbridge he finds himself back at Upper Canada College, having not yet found himself in the larger sense.

Leacock’s mother Agnes once described her husband Peter to one of her granddaughters as “one of the wittiest men I have ever known.” He also must have been lovable in some sense because they had eleven children together over a span of nearly twenty years, and was well regarded in the little Nova Scotia village to which he retired (as Captain Lewis) to spend his many remaining years.  He died in 1940. If Stephen inherited his wit from his father, he certainly did not therefrom receive his drive, ambition, and overbearing personality. Neither does his mother come across that way, although she was certainly educated, determined and a lady in all the Victorian senses both favourable and otherwise. I suspect that the cutting edge to Stephen Leacock’s personality came his grandparents, who come across as quite a bit that way, but without the wit. But this is all speculation, because the record is sparse.

A story circulates about some interaction between Stephen and his father when Peter left the family for good. I won’t repeat it, because I suspect it is a fabrication. Who would have started that story? If it was Stephen himself,—and who else could it be, if the story is not a complete fabrication,—why on earth would he do that? Harsh words could well have been spoken, although I expect the story stretched itself in transmission through the years. The reportage of seventeen-year-old boys in dramatic situations cannot be entirely trusted, especially Stephen Leacock’s, habitual indeed professional stretcher that he was.

Be that as it may, Peter departed, Stephen assumed the role of oldest male in the household (his older brothers having gone out west to seek their fortunes, as their father and uncle had done, the latter with considerable success; see “My Remarkable Uncle”), and was driven into school teaching, biding his time until he could find a more congenial profession. That story comes next week.

The First Decade of Stephen Leacock, 1870-79. Ready to Learn.

If you read last week’s posting, in which I listed the decades of Stephen Leacock, you will know that his first decade was, practically speaking, 1870-1879. He was born on December 30, 1869; he therefore had little experience with the decade of the 1860’s. The nine months of it that he spent in utero do not seem to have been notable in any way. I will therefore ignore them, as having contributed to the personage he became only in the most basic biological sense.

His parents were Peter Leacock and Agnes Butler, married under somewhat hasty circumstances three years before Stephen was born. Their first child was born six-and-a-half months after the wedding. Peter was then nineteen, Agnes twenty-three. It would appear that Agnes and Peter, despite the vicissitudes of their early married life including three forays into the colonies two of which ended dismally and a third just as dismal but more persistent, and forced exile from the gentrified comforts of both their up-bringings, continued to find comfort with each other throughout the decade of the 1870’s and into the next. The years of their eleven children’s births were 1867, 1868, 1869, 1871, 1873, 1875, 1877, 1878, 1880, 1884, 1886. We see from this list that Stephen’s first decade was enlivened by the births of five of his siblings, added to the two he already had when he was born.

It was also enlivened by his father’s failed attempt to establish himself as a farmer in Kansas (1874), and by the whole family’s emigration to the wilds of Ontario, just south of Lake Simcoe (1876). Grandfather Leacock was determined to get rid of them. Before emigration they had been living in Porchester (which now seems to be spelled Portchester and maybe was then,—Stephen is not always reliable on such matters), a village in the south of England just outside Portsmouth. Stephen had happy memories of Porchester, not as many of Georgina Township a little southeast of Sutton. “Our own farm with its building was the damnedest place I ever saw,” he reminisced in old age.  Nevertheless, it’s where he was once the family arrived in 1876, and where he stayed for the rest of the decade, during which he published not a word.

I see no reason to believe that any of his experiences in the first decade had any abnormal effect on the personage he became. He began it as a puling infant, ended as a ten-year-old boy. With his brothers he attended the local school in nearby Egypt for a brief time, until his mother began to fear it would corrode their gentility. She tried home schooling with herself as the teacher, then turned the job over to a tutor named Harry Park who was unusually capable and conscientious. Thus the young Stephen ended his first decade and began the second, which I will tell you all about next week.

Since justice to the first decade for my purposes leaves me some space I will now muse a little on an interesting general question, viz., this “personage he became”, what is it, for our purposes? Is it the works he left behind? Or the accessible remnant thereof? Or the memorable remnant? Or the currently respectable memorable remnant? Or something conjured up by his biographers? Or by scholars? Or by readers? Or by the Leacock Museum in Orillia? Or by the Orillia Chamber of Commerce? Who has laid claim to Stephen Leacock and what are they claiming?

I myself pursue him for somewhat limited purposes of my own. I find him a good story,  and as I am a storyteller that is one purpose good enough for me. He tells good stories, which I like to read. Some I like to tell. That’s another. Most important to me, however, is the belief that he left behind an important idea,—the idea of the “Unsolved Riddle” applied to Social Justice,—that I think has been overlooked: not the idea itself, but his catchy label and the easy way he hands it over, handle first, edge turned away. It’s not even clear that he realized how sharp it was, although he certainly saw what it had to cut. Maybe it wasn’t even all that sharp, coming from him. I say that because he might have entertained the idea that if we scraped off some of the irregularities the edge wouldn’t have to be all that sharp. We know better now, that the irregularities are who we are as a nation. As I put it in a poem recently composed: inside our Dark Tower we search in vain for simplicity, finding only a rampant Pluralism. Isaiah Berlin is the man for that, not Stephen Leacock, wise as he was on his good days.

Stephen Leacock was a great teacher, however. What he wanted most for us was that we should learn. Such was the personage he became. I will tell you how he got there. At the end of his first decade he was on his way, but only just. Harry Park was about to give him the first boost.

 

 

The Decades of Stephen Leacock, a Song, a List of People, and an Unsolved Riddle

These are the Decades of Stephen Leacock, born December 30, 1869, died March 28, 1944:

1870’s :: Born to poor, rejected, dejected, fecund (11 children eventually) gentry in Hampshire England; unwilling emigration of the family (1876) to a bush farm near Lake Simcoe, Ontario.

1880’s :: Rescued into Upper Canada College, Toronto, (1882); graduates as Head Boy; enters University of Toronto (1887) but drops out due to finances. Trains to teach high-school Latin, Greek, French, German & English. Teaches one term in Uxbridge (1889).

1890’s :: Back to Upper Canada College as a teacher of languages; studies evenings at the University of Toronto and receives BA degree (1893); reads widely; discovers political economy; writes and sells a few humorous sketches; enrols (1899) at the University of Chicago for graduate studies.

1900’s :: Marries Beatrix Hamilton (1900); begins lecturing at McGill University (Montréal); awarded Ph.D. in Political Economy by the University of Chicago (1903); hired full-time by McGill; writes political science textbook, one other book and more humorous sketches; tours British Empire as public speaker; made professor and head of McGill Department of Economics & Political Science; buys land for summer place near Orillia; starts building.

From 1910 to 1936, for all his public fame as a writer and speaker of both humorous and serious works, he was primarily a teacher, professor and administrator at McGill University, spending his summers at his cottage near Orillia.

1910’s :: First collection of humorous sketches: Literary Lapses; 1910); followed by: Nonsense Novels (1911); Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town (1912); Arcadian Adventures with the Idle Rich (1914); plus other lesser works; emerges into fame as humourist and successful academic, writer, & public speaker; tours eastern Canada for Belgian Relief during WW I; son Stephen (Stevie) born in 1915; ends decade with a quite different book: The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice.

1920’s :: Stupendous quantity of writing & speaking but nothing notable; tours England & Scotland in 1922 as public speaker; Beatrix dies of breast cancer in 1925; Leacock completes building of his summer house (1928), the one that still stands, serving as the Leacock Museum.

1930’s :: More writing and speaking; notable works on Great Depression; unwilling and deeply hurtful retirement from McGill (1936); speaking tour of western Canada (1936-37); willing retirement from public speaking.

1940’s :: Continues writing both humorous & serious works; begins unfinished autobiography; final illness and death (March 1944); posthumous publication of three final books.

Stephen Leacock wanted to call his autobiography: My Memories and What I Think. He completed only the first four chapters. In publishing them after his death, his publisher called the book, The Boy I Left Behind Me. Although this title is catchier, it diminishes the scope of the book. Leacock’s title is more accurate. Leacock’s entire œuvre could accurately be called My Discovered and Imagined World and What I Think — not a catchy title at all.

I wrote a song about him, a work-song for readers and writers in the rousing “John Henry” tradition. It has its own tune.

The Ballad of Stephen Butler Leacock (© Paul W Conway)

Come, readers and writers and I’ll sing you the song
Of a man who could write, even when he was wrong;
He wrote his way to money and fame—
You’d best remember if you want the same;
He wrote, and he thought, and he talked, and he read,
Up early in the morning and early to bed :
A hard-working, hard-reading,
Hard-talking, hard-thinking,
Hard-smoking, hard-drinking,
Hard-writing man:
Stephen Leacock, the name of this man of fame;
Stephen Leacock: Remember if you want the same.

He wrote in the morning when the day was new;
He wrote the words that he thought were true;
He wrote in the hope that people would laugh,
But of all that he wrote that was never more than half;
He wrote of the rich, and he wrote of the poor —
Social Justice and a whole lot more :
A hard-working, hard-reading,
Hard-talking, hard-thinking,
Hard-smoking, hard-drinking,
Hard-writing man:
Stephen Leacock, the name of this man of fame;
Stephen Leacock: Remember if you want the same.

He preached prosperity, he cursed at graft,
He teased their foibles and the people laughed;
He told the stories of the present and past —
Much that he wrote wasn’t fated to last;
He wrote for his time, and he wrote for his place;
He wrote stupid things about women and race :
A hard-working, hard-reading,
Hard-talking, hard-thinking,
Hard-smoking, hard-drinking,
Hard-writing man:
Stephen Leacock, the name of this man of fame;
Stephen Leacock: Remember if you want the same.

He wrote his country and the Empire wide,
He wrote his people and he wrote with pride,
He wrote through depression and he wrote through war,
He wrote for peace, and romance, and more;
He wrote for laughter, and he wrote to touch;
He wrote for money, and he wrote too much :
A hard-working, hard-reading,
Hard-talking, hard-thinking,
Hard-smoking, hard-drinking,
Hard-writing man:
Stephen Leacock! He had his moment of fame;
Stephen Leacock! Enjoy it if you get the same
As much as he did.

The principal people in Stephen Leacock’s life were:

Agnes (Butler) Leacock, his mother, a huge influence;
Peter Leacock, his father, a huge disappointment;
His Siblings, especially George, but ten in all: five brothers, five sisters;
Beatrix (Hamilton) Leacock, his wife, a gracious presence;
Stephen Lushington (“Stevie”) Leacock, his son, a fond worry;
Barbara Nimmo née Uhrichsen, his niece and general factotum;
René du Roure, his close, billiards-playing, drinking, McGill friend;
May (“Fitz”) Shaw, the dear female friend of his later years.

Plus many friends and colleagues, in Montréal and Simcoe County. He was a popular, sociable, if somewhat overbearing man. In a real sense those whom Churchill called “The English-Speaking Peoples” were also Leacock’s people, but that is another whole topic.

Unsolved Riddle arising from contemplation of Stephen Leacock’s life and works:

How should we remember the flawed giants of our past? Do we focus on their accomplishments and gloss over the flaws, or do we focus on their flaws and gloss over the accomplishments? Our history abounds in men and women who worked wonders, amply recognized in their day, who held opinions, or did deeds, or were the kind of people we no longer want to celebrate. How do we do justice to them?

The Literary Accomplishment of Stephen Leacock

To start to give you some idea of Stephen Leacock’s literary accomplishment, I am going to start with a list of titles, preceded by a warning: There remain vital qualities, both good and bad, in that accomplishment that are not revealed by a list of titles. I will talk briefly about those after the list. As you read down it, try to imagine the amount of work that went into the writing, and the amount of reading (and retention) that went into the preparation. It represents, I think, about five million words, all scratched out with a pen, then typed by some long-suffering typist, read by a long-suffering editor, type-set by a long-suffering type-setter, printed, bound, shipped, and sold, often in large numbers, occasionally not. That’s 125,000 words per  year in books alone, plus all the research and creation that went into his 600 or so articles and booklets that were not later collected into books (maybe another 2,000,000 words), plus all that he put into preparing for his 750 public lectures, and you can see that he was indeed a busy man, a “hard-working, hard-reading, hard-talking, hard-thinking, hard-smoking, hard-drinking, hard-writing man”, as I have said in a song I wrote about him.

Those who remember him only for one book studied in school, plus a couple of humorous short stories placed in those school-room anthologies called “readers”, let alone those who judge him entirely on the basis of a few opinions no longer acceptable, don’t really know the man.

Here’s the list (Leacock, born in December 1869, was 33 years old in 1903; he was 40 when he had his big breakthrough as a popular writer in 1910):

THE DOCTRINE OF LAISSEZ-FAIRE – 1903 (Ph.D. Thesis in Political Economy, University of Chicago)
ELEMENTS OF POLITICAL SCIENCE – 1906 (Textbook)
BALDWIN, LAFONTAINE, HINCKS: RESPONSIBLE GOVERNMENT – 1907 (Makers of Canada Series)
LITERARY LAPSES, A BOOK OF SKETCHES – 1910; the first collection under this title was published by Leacock himself; a somewhat expanded LITERARY LAPSES was published by John Lane – 1910
PRACTICAL POLITICAL ECONOMY – 1910 (25-chapter magazine series)
NONSENSE NOVELS – 1911
SUNSHINE SKETCHES OF A LITTLE TOWN – 1912
BEHIND THE BEYOND – 1913
ARCADIAN ADVENTURES WITH THE IDLE RICH – 1914
THE DAWN OF CANADIAN HISTORY – 1914
THE MARINER OF ST. MALO – 1914
ADVENTURERS OF THE FAR NORTH – 1914
MOONBEAMS FROM THE LARGER LUNACY – 1915
ESSAYS AND LITERARY STUDIES – 1916
FURTHER FOOLISHNESS – 1916
“National Organization for War” (booklet) – 1916
FRENZIED FICTION – 1917
THE HOHENZOLLERNS IN AMERICA – 1919
THE UNSOLVED RIDDLE OF SOCIAL JUSTICE – book 1920 (published serially in 1919)
WINSOME WINNIE – 1920
“The Case Against Prohibition” (booklet) – 1921
MY DISCOVERY OF ENGLAND – 1922
OVER THE FOOTLIGHTS – 1923
COLLEGE DAYS – 1923
THE GARDEN OF FOLLY – 1924
WINNOWED WISDOM – 1926
SHORT CIRCUITS – 1928
THE IRON MAN AND THE TIN WOMAN – 1929
ECONOMIC PROSPERITY IN THE BRITISH EMPIRE – 1930
WET WIT AND DRY HUMOUR – 1931
BACK TO PROSPERITY – 1932
MARK TWAIN – 1932
THE DRY PICKWICK – 1932
AFTERNOONS IN UTOPIA – 1932
CHARLES DICKENS: HIS LIFE AND WORK – 1933
“Stephen Leacock’s Plan to Relieve the Depression” (booklet) – 1933
LINCOLN FREES THE SLAVES – 1934
“The Pursuit of Knowledge” (booklet) – 1934
HUMOUR: ITS THEORY AND TECHNIQUE – 1935
HELLEMENTS OF HICKONOMICS – 1936
FUNNY PIECES – 1936
“The Gathering Financial Crisis in Canada” (booklet) – 1936
MY DISCOVERY OF THE WEST – 1937
HERE ARE MY LECTURES AND STORIES – 1937
HUMOUR AND HUMANITY – 1937
MODEL MEMOIRS – 1938
TOO MUCH COLLEGE – 1939
OUR BRITISH EMPIRE – 1940
CANADA: THE FOUNDATIONS OF ITS FUTURE – 1941
OUR HERITAGE OF LIBERTY – 1942
MONTREAL: SEAPORT AND CITY – 1942
MY REMARKABLE UNCLE – 1942
HOW TO WRITE – 1943
HAPPY STORIES JUST TO LAUGH AT – 1943
CANADA AND THE SEA – 1944
Note: Leacock died in 1944.
WHILE THERE IS TIME – 1945
LAST LEAVES – 1945
THE BOY I LEFT BEHIND ME – 1946

You can usually tell from the titles which of these are humorous and which serious works. Those with confusing titles are usually mixtures.

I have previously referred to The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice as a climactic work, drawing attention to a progression in Stephen Leacock’s books, articles, and speeches. This begins with his Ph.D. thesis in political economy (1903) and his textbook on political science (1906), where his approach is academic. It becomes progressively more out-reaching, culminating in his series of public articles on “Practical Political Economy” (1910). In the same year he emerged as a popular writer of humour. He therefore adds humour to his serious preoccupations in Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town (1912), and Arcadian Adventures with the Idle Rich (1914) and in many short pieces. The progression effectively comes to an end with The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice (1919-20), where he identifies, but does not pursue, the trope (“Unsolved Riddle”) that, I think, essentially captures his view of the human political-economic condition. He writes of the Depression in the 1930’s with passion and concern, but without drawing attention, as he could reasonably have done, to the possibility that the whole sorry mess was caused by people not seeing and therefore mishandling the unsolved riddles inherent in economic, social, and political life. If you come to see life in terms of unsolved riddles you become less reckless, less dogmatic. That is the natural, and sensible, reaction.

I think it correct to speak of Stephen Leacock’s life and works as literary accomplishment. I wish I could speak of it as one of expanded understanding and mind-changing interpretation, because I think the “Unsolved Riddle” trope has that capacity. Leacock himself, however, did not grasp the implications. He treated it as a catchy title, not as the brilliant insight it could be. But better late than never.

To be a plural society, to embrace Pluralism as a reality and an ideology, as Canada increasingly tries to do, and with some success, is to embrace Unsolved Riddles as inevitable corollaries, and to act accordingly. The economic, social, and political art is not to treat them as solvable, but to accommodate them creatively and humanely in their unsolved state. It’s what we do in fact, as we muddle our way along. The other part of the art is to enjoy it.

The people of Mariposa do that, silly as they are, which is why we love them. The people of Plutoria Avenue think they know the answers, which is why we do not. But that conversation is for another day.

Exit the Yottapede, pursued by Mole, Centaur, and Both-Andian

In the Eighteenth Week of the Leacock Anniversaries in 2019, on Monday, July 22nd, we bid a partial farewell to our merry band, consisting of Astranasus the Star-Nosed Mole, Mnemochirianne the Centaur, Vulphystrix the Both-Andian, and the Yottapede wallowing in its Charged Ooze. They have done their bit to tame and put to work the wild Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice. They are now going to set about the rest of the work, with others, in another place. Their role will be to add the necessary Metaphorical Dimension.

Starting next week this place will be taken by Stephen Leacock himself. We are after all in the midst of his anniversaries. The first of these, the 75th of his death in 1944, passed by on March 28th and launched this whole celebration. The middle, the 100th of his book The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice, is about to crescendo, leading, beginning in late August, to chapter-by-chapter release of a new treatment of the subject, quite possibly to be called The Unsolved Riddles of Social Justice. Reporting on progress there will pass to the Wednesday Blog, a.k.a. “Paul W Conway’s Blog”, a.k.a. the Talking Blog. The third, the 150th of his birth, much the most important one, will bring the celebration to an ecstatic close.

Thanks to this, the Monday, or Stalking Blog, we have identified the Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice as an organic thing, a human creation, making its way through a medium which is also a human creation. I have called them, respectively, the Yottapede and the Charged Ooze. The first barrier to be overcome in the taming and putting to work is the temptation to treat these creatures as if they were forces of Nature, outside our control. Every aspect of their behaviour traces back to human beings, individually or in groups, making decisions, each and every one of which could be made differently. The key lives in the cast of mind, and I’m sorry, you are going to hear a lot about casts of mind if you stick with this conversation.

The three “scouts” who have tracked down these creatures for us, represent my beliefs about what it will take to adjust the Inertia of the Yottapede and the Charge in the Ooze in order to advance Social Justice: to extend our powers of sensation, of apprehension, following the precedent of the Star-Nosed Mole; to expand our strength and fortitude to achieve in the social and moral realm what the Centaur does by combining the intellect and heart of a human with the strength and speed of a horse; to adapt our cast of mind by adopting the ingenuities of both Fox and Hedgehog (or Porcupine), tempering our natural either-or, single-minded tendencies with hearty doses of Both-And and Doublethink.

I am not suggesting any of this will be easy, given how attached we have become to the old ways, and how strong the resistance will be from those who are profiting from them. Some effective notion of fair-sharing, however, must lie at the heart of Social Justice, not unfair-profiting. We have not always been as obsessed with narrow concepts of “profit” as we are these days, however. The distance we must travel is truly not all that great. A relatively small measure of adjustment to our collective cast of mind will take us a long way. We will meet many unsolved riddles on our journey, however, and will have to overcome them one by one.

Stephen Leacock set out on the same journey about 120 years ago, and wrote about about it in 1919. He proposed a Canadian political economy pursuing National Development and Social Justice through a liberal, creative, enterprising economy and society, regulated in the public interest by democratic politics and institutions to smooth out its excesses, fill any gaps it might leave, deal with its harmful side-effects, and provide for its future. He imagined a contented, creative, fulfilled Canadian population, meeting their own needs, caring for each other, enjoying life, and expanding its possibilities. In pursuit of Social Justice he embraced the ideals of “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness” without denying the complications and difficulties thereof. They could be transcended, he believed, by people “of good will whose hearts are in the cause.”

I suspect that we would find very few Canadians who would disagree with that vision, very few indeed, no matter what their political persuasion. What we would find, I think, are disagreements about means, varying degrees of fear about what might be put at risk if we reached for it in a whole-hearted way, and distractions in our political discourse that weaken our common resolve, many of them concerning single or narrow issues.

The Canadian Yottapede will have somewhere around 75,000,000 feet by the time we vote in October 2019. These walk in many different directions. Since we are a pluralistic country, have been from the beginning and are determined to remain that way, that is how it should be. The intention of Social Justice is not to make us monistic, simply to bias us effectively in a socially just direction, and away from contrary ones. We have come a long way in the past 100 years, and have substantially established the regime that Stephen Leacock proposed. But the standards of 1919 are not the standards of today. We have elaborated our concept of Social Justice to keep up with the many other elaborations we have embraced. Good for us. One result, however, is that Social Justice remains an Unsolved Riddle. Furthermore, some quite nasty forces are chewing away at its foundations.

The principal foes of Social Justice are fear, unkindness, and a diminished sense of our own collective possibilities. We can find no justification in our own circumstances, if we look at them roundly, for any of these. But we may need help from Astranasus, Mnemochirianne, and Vulphystrix to overcome them.

Beginning here next week and running until Monday, December 30th: The life, times, and works of Stephen Butler Leacock, 1869-1944. Was he really “fragmented, incomplete and inconclusive”? Or was his vision so wide, his creative ambition so large, that that was the best he could be?

Pluralistic Reasoning for Social Justice: From Metaphorical to Poetical

In the Seventeenth Week of the Leacock Anniversaries in 2019, on Monday, July 15th, our merry band, consisting of the scouts Astranasus the Star-Nosed Mole and Mnemochirianne the Centaur, who are now joined by Vulphystrix the Both-Andian whose role remains undetermined, carries on the quest to mutate both the Yottapede and the Charged Ooze and thus to tame and put to work the wild Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice. They now understand that understanding the creature and its environment is not enough to ensure they can get the job done.

You will recall, perhaps, that this whole thing began with quite a different merry band, consisting of a ghost named Olde Stephen, and myself. We conversed, and eventually decided that in order to hunt down the wild Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice, tame it, and put it to work, we would need to use Metaphorical Reasoning. We may even have said, there or someplace else, that if we could ever figure out what Poetical Reasoning was, we might need that. Faute de mieux, we went ahead with the Metaphorical, yielding a fine parade: a dark tower, a slug-horn, star-nosed moles, a centaur, a  yottapede, a charged global membrane (thanks to B.W. Powe) that morphed into a charged ooze, and finally a fox-hedgehog (or porcupine) both-andian. Somehow, in all this confusion, Olde Stephen slipped away, or was forgotten,—I am not sure which. I may have done too, depending on who “I” is in this narrative.

I should explain that the question of who “I” may be has strong Leacockian roots. You can find it in Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town (1912) over which controversies rage concerning whether the narrator is Stephen Leacock himself, or a character invented by him. I myself believe the latter, but that’s a question for another day. So too is the question of whether Stephen Leacock, in that book, is engaging in Metaphorical Reasoning or describing a real place and real people, caricatures though they may be. I have waffled on that issue, but now believe he is using Metaphorical Reasoning to talk about some aspects of Social Justice. By dropping hints, however, that the place and people could possibly be real, he allowed the thread of his Metaphorical Reasoning to be overlooked by the reading public and even by some scholars. George Orwell, in Animal Farm, did not make that mistake, nor do I intend to make it. Hence the Slug-Horn, Yottapede (successor to the Dark Tower), Charged Ooze, Mole, Centaur, Both-Andian, etc.

“Is not a Centaur also a both-andian?” I hear you asking yourself. Or do I? Yes, it is, I reply, but a different kind of both-andian from the fox-hedgehog (or porcupine) species. Which one will have the greatest effect on the Yottapede and the Charged Ooze remains to be seen.

It suddenly occurred to me that so too is the star-nosed mole, a creature, a kind of mammalian fish, who “swims” through the dirt (in water too) assisted by an almost unique sensory system and physiology. By blundering around in all this for sixteen weeks I appear to have evolved three interesting approaches to the bi-polarity essential to the unsolved-riddleness of Social Justice: one a blend of polarities (what we used to call in high-school chemistry a “solution” (and isn’t that an interesting pun in our context), who is Astranasus the Star-Nosed Mole; one a fusion or “compound”, who is Mnemochirianne the Centaur; and one a collusion, or “mixture”, who is Vulphystrix the Fox-Hedgehog (or Fox-Porcupine). Now what can be done with that, by way of Metaphorical Reasoning? That too remains to be seen.

The professor who taught me and my classmates the Theory of Finance showed us how a Diversified Portfolio becomes the best kind in a Stochastic Environment, that is, one governed by Uncertainty, and why. This was a most excellent lesson, and I intend to profit from it. I will use, therefore, not only Metaphorical Reasoning, but also Colloquial Reasoning (that is, the play of several minds in conversation) as the Labyrinth Walkers have been doing, or trying to do, in the Tuesday Blog, and also Rhetorical Reasoning, as Stephen Leacock did in his The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice and which is, or should be, the approach of the Wednesday Blog. Referring to him and others who have tackled the problem brings up the possibility of Historical Reasoning, which I have not been attempting yet but probably should. How I will manage to weave those four together remains to be seen.

What the Metaphorical Challenge, if I may so term it, boils down to is this: How are both the Yottapede and the Charged Ooze, living as they do in a symbiotic relationship, to be changed so as to advance the cause of Social Justice? Some kind of gradual evolution by incremental self-induced adjustments would seem to be called for, given the nature of these creatures as it has become entrenched. How are Astranasus, Mnemochirianne, and Vulphystrix to stimulate the necessary processes in the face of the inherent difficulties and inevitable resistance? Perhaps to combine the Metaphorical with the Colloquial, the Rhetorical, and the Historical in one joint endeavour is not only the diversified, but the only possible way. Perhaps that is what is meant by Poetical Reasoning.

You are wondering, perhaps, because I am wondering, why I am not making a place for Scientific Reasoning. I mean no disparagement by this omission. The capacity of Science to understand and explain what is exists in the real world remains unmatched by any other cast of mind and technique. We will make what use of Science we can, what we can find, to understand the Yottapede, the Charged Ooze, and their symbiosis. These are hugely complex organic creatures undergoing their own processes of constant evolution, however, and we run the risk that Science, with its cautious incrementalism and infinite capacity for taking pains, cannot take us where we need to be on time. Stephen Leacock taught us the importance of Knowledge, Imagination, Compassion, and Humour in the quest for Social Justice. I have extended him into an explicit recognition of Doublethink as an important addition to the necessary cast of mind. He did not have the word, and therefore did not get that far, at least explicitly. I think that Science is doing and can do great things for us in Knowledge. Imagination, Compassion, Humour, and Doublethink belong to the realm of the Humanities, although not when they are being cautious and taking infinite pains. We need the Humanities when they are taking giant, inspired leaps, when they engage, that is, in Poetical Reasoning.

The Slug-Horn is the weapon, not the microscope, or the rocket engine, or the super-computer (with or without AI), or the laser, or any of the other amazing tools. We just have to figure out how to blow it with effect.