Magnetized moments

In Peter Shaffer’s play, Equus, a psychiatrist tries to piece together the reasons why his patient, a teenage boy, has stabbed out the eyes of six horses with a hoof pick. The play is Freudian in what seems now an old-fashioned way, but it still asks interesting questions about what makes us what we are. The boy, Alan, has constructed a secret god – Equus – that he worships in his own private way and who brings meaning to a life he finds drab, limiting and devoid of passion. The first act shows the psychiatrist gradually unpicking the features that have led Alan to his mode of worship and to carry out the horrific deed.

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Daniel Radcliffe in the recent production of Equus

Dysart (the psychiatrist) reflects in act two that he can identify the moments in Alan’s life that have contributed to the construction of Equus, but that he can never explain why it was those moments and not others that have had such a particular impact on the boy’s ‘psyche’:

“A child is born into a world of phenomena all equal in their power to enslave. It sniffs – it sucks – it strokes its eyes over the whole uncomfortable range. Suddenly one strikes. Why? Moments snap together like magnets, forging a chain of shackles. Why? I can trace them. I can even, with time, pull them apart again. But why at the start they were ever magnetized at all – just those particular moments of experience and no others – I don’t know. And nor does anyone else.”

Although the moments Dysart describes are not positive – they are a series of minor tragedies, embarrassments and disappointments that all build up to form his inner life – I was struck by the idea that everyone’s life contains such magnetized moments – whether positive or negative. ‘Magnetized moments’ seems an excellent way to describe those memory fragments that stay with you forever – the ones that seem more vivid and precise than the swirl of vague impressions that make up most people’s memory soup.

Humans seem to me to be, above all else, narrative weaving machines. We create stories for ourselves, for our families and our cultures to explain the world. The need for explanatory narratives is, of course, what drives both religion and science, and pretty much everything else we do. My friend H would say that we also create these narratives as part of terror management – to impose order on a world where there’s so much we don’t know, and to control our fear of mortality. As a reader and English teacher, I find this a convincing way to view human existence, and it also explains the universality of stories in all cultures and all historical eras. We connect with other people’s stories not only for excitement and emotional stimulation, but because we learn about ourselves from them; and then we in turn draw on our own magnetized moments to weave narratives to explain our lives. We explain ourselves to ourselves with our stories.

You’re probably all saying “yeah, yeah… we know all that already. So what?” The answer is, “Oh, I dunno. It just seemed sort of interesting.” That weaving together of a narrative to explain my life and identity is what I’m doing with this blog, and probably what other bloggers are doing too. And it doesn’t matter at all that our narratives are not quantifiable truth, does it?

Thought not.

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About throbbingsofnoontide

Bewildered human. Female. Looking for the next entertaining thing. I write a blog to share the bewilderment. It's here: https://throbbingsofnoontide.wordpress.com/
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4 Responses to Magnetized moments

  1. I agree with you about why we value stories. There is illumination in recognizing yourself in someone else’s words. We get to feel a little less lonely.

  2. Memory is an interesting thing…I like the idea of magnetised moments. Do you reckon they can be subject to fluidity and change like lots of other memories? Or are they heavy and solid like a magnet? Some things can be read so differently, depending on your headspace and understanding as time goes by.

    • Oh, I don’t know. I think I tend to freeze certain of my memories until they become sort of life myths. Then I use them to explain my life to myself. Although they can, with time, diminish in significance so are fluid in that way.

      Not sure that made sense!

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