First, there was a
psychology as a science dealing with “something.” We have all, I guess,
attended so many courses and read so many books aiming to prove that we all
have various (in number and nature) elements or units, some kind of personality
structure. There were traits, factors, instances, cognitive structures,
emotional and temperamental dispositions. We were also taught that there is a
core of the personality – Das Selbst, the Self, the Proprium. We were supposed
to become scientists who try to understand characteristics of these elements,
their relationship, and development.

Then,
suddenly, this position lost a lot of its value. Structures mattered no more.
We discovered ourselves as “creatures of relations.” There was almost nothing
significant in us but sediments of relationships. We had been born into a
culture, we perceived, we internalized, and almost whole of our intrapsychic
world was once interpersonal. Even Freud’s best disciples wrote that “[t]he
primary psychological configuration (of which the drive is only a constituent)
is the experience of the relation…” (H. Kohut The
Restoration of the Self, IUP, 1977, p. 122).

But,
there still was some consistency, some way to predict and to cure. As in a
famous short story written by Milan Kundera, it was still possible to say, “I
am I” and enjoy the reassuring pleasures of tautology. Despite being made out
of “lost objects,” we knew who we were.
However, first person singular was being more and more discredited, cogito
was being made more and more fragile basis.

And,
then, another change came along. A change that can properly be called “a
tectonic shift” (Brockmeier and Harré, this volume, p. 39). Far away in the
background, there still were some elements. Relations, transferences,
constructions were closer, but that was still a background. So, what came to
the foreground? Simply put: a story. Or, if you like: Le récit, a
narrative. If you were to claim certain identity, it only could have been a
narrative identity: there was a story in whose plot I played the central
role. Let us look closely at my too brief summary of this book.

Narratology
is said to have emerged during 1960s and ‘70s (Brockmeier and Carbaugh, this
volume, p. 5). One of the rare problems of the book is that it does not deal
with the predecessors as extensively as they deserve. To mention but the few,
Mikhail Bakhtin and James Joyce are mentioned almost en passant, and
Ricoeur’s Narrative
and Time – considered by Hayden White to be the most important
synthesis of theory of history and theory of literature in the twentieth
century – is never sufficiently elaborated, while their influence makes a foundation
for whole approach. Be that as it may, the book deals mainly with the most
important among more contemporary authors in a field that had rapid evolution,
and is said to have become a composite of more than “one, well-defined theory
or school” (Brockmeier and Carbaugh, this volume, pp. 5-9) that, nevertheless,
form an indisputably valuable approach to various topics of contemporary human
sciences.

Now, try to imagine all those solemn
gray heads that once taught your general psychology courses while reading
thoughts ranging from “…there are no mental states as such, only attributes of
the flow of personal and interpersonal action…” (Harré, this volume, p. 71) to
“…narrative is a central hinge between culture and mind“ (Brockmeier and
Carbaugh, this volume, p. 10) to “there is no history apart from the narrative
event in which it is told…” (Freeman, this volume, p. 286).

And look what happened to our good
old self: it is said to be reified, since “[t]he sense of self has its origin
in certain narrative practices in which an infant is treated as a nascent
person. It is sustained or undercut by their abandonment” (Harré, this volume,
p. 59), and “For Bourdieu, self is contextualized to an extent that it is
absorbed by its milieu and therefore so totally different in different
environments that the very notion of self becomes meaningless” (Vonèche, this
volume, p. 220). The self is also considered decentered and multiple (Freeman
and Brockmeier, this volume, p. 90; see also Harré’s chapter “Metaphysics and narrative.
Singularities and multiplicities of self”, this volume, pp. 59-73).

It seems that there can be little
doubt that this is very thought provoking. The book does not aim at answering
this question, but I can not help wondering about its therapeutic implications:
Are we only to help our clients discover (or invent?) new life narratives,
since “[w]e need to reflect on whether telling a life and living a life are
essentially the same kind of thing” (Brockmeier and Harré, this volume, p. 51)?
But, more importantly: Who am I? (Or should I say: Who is me? Or: Which one is
me?) Just a bunch of stories I had been listening ever since the childhood and
those I made myself? I do not like this application of the theory I find very
exciting. I prefer myself as solid and rooted. As an answer, there is Eco (as
quoted in Brockmeier, this volume, p. 249) resounding: “Life is certainly more
like Ulysses than like The Three Musketeers – yet we are all the
more inclined to think of it in terms of The Three Musketeers than in
terms of Ulysses.” So, be aware that this story in a form of a book
review is written by a specific composition of various narrative identities and
one or more narrative integrities and that you who read it are mere “bearers of
the stories.” And also, feel free to refigure my story here told, refiguring by
that very act my world, myself…

Now, let me try to summarize this
review more discursively. I have never written a review of, and have not
recently read, a book I would more wholeheartedly recommend. It is not only
elegantly written, full of important information and conclusions, edited so to
provide a wide-ranging insight into an original and provoking field of human
sciences. It will confront a reader with new questions, and force him to think
(and write!) in a new fashion. Never exhibitionistic or eccentric, it almost
turns our sciences upside-down – both heuristically and ontologically – in a
profoundly contemplated and exercised way. An excellent beginning for the new
century.

© 2002 Aleksandar
Dimitrijevic

Aleksandar Dimitrijevic, Faculty of
Philosophy, Department of Psychology, Belgrade, Yugoslavia.

Categories: Philosophical

Tags: Behavioral and Cognitive Sciences