'We, amnesiacs all…'

Greg Brown’s writing on forgetting reminds me of the amusing, unsettling, and profound Museum of Jurassic Technology in Los Angeles, which I had a chance to visit earlier this week. To describe it as a wunderkammer isn’t quite accurate: to really understand, listen to this NPR segment on the museum, or read this interview with founder David Wilson.

Among the museum’s many enigmatic exhibits is one dedicated to the work of memory researcher Geoffrey Sonnabend and his three-volume opus, “Obliscence, Theories of Forgetting and the Problem of Matter.” It’s the largest and most elaborate section of the museum, and for good reason: Sonnabend’s theories are a complex and elegant consideration of forgetting.

According to the exhibit, during a period of fruitless research into neural pathways in carp, Sonnabend suffered a nervous breakdown and withdrew to Brazil in 1936, where a view of Iguazú Falls and the voice of an amnesiac opera singer inspired him to write an elaborate new model of memory and forgetfulness over one sleepless epiphanic night. Though Sonnabend’s theory was a breakthrough, his eccentric life left his work ignored by most modern scholars.

In his view, memory is an illusion, created to hide the reality that all experience is forgotten. “We, amnesiacs all, condemned to live in an eternally fleeting present,” he writes in “Obliscence,” “have created the most elaborate of human constructions, memory, to buffer ourselves against the intolerable knowledge of the irreversible passage of time and the irretrieveability of its moments and events.”

Instead, Sonnabend holds that “there is only experience and its decay” — that the thing we know as memory is simply a set of decomposing moments of sensory perception, or “our experiencing the decay of an experience.”  To illustrate this idea, he models experience and memory as a cone, static along a fixed axis, moving over time through a series of dynamic planes:

The Sonnabend obliscense model.

As the exhibit’s summary of Sonnabend explains:

In its most basic form Sonnabend’s model of obliscence consists of two elements: the Cone of Obliscence and the Plane of Experience (sometimes also known as plane experience).

All living things have a Cone of Obliscence by which the being experiences experience. This cone is sometimes also known as the Cone of True Memory (and occasionally the Characteristic Cone.) Sonnabend speaks of this cone as if it were an organ like the pancreas or spleen and like those organs its shape and characteristics are unique to the individual and remain relatively consistent over time. This cone (occasionally referred to as a horn) is composed of two elements - the Atmonic Disc (or base of the cone) which Sonnabend described as “the field of immediate consciousness of an individual” and the “hollows” (or interior of the cone). A third implied element of the Characteristic Cone is the Spelean Axis, an imaginary line which passes through the tip of the cone and the center of the Atmonic Disc. The Spelean Axis can be thought of as the individual’s line of sight or perspective, with the eye of the individual firmly held at the intersection of the Spelean Axis and the Atmonic disc.

The second element of the basic Sonnabend dyad — the Plane of Experience— is far more dynamic. Planes of Experience are always in motion, always (in Class I planes) moving from the Obverse Experience Boundary (or leading edge) to the Perverse Experience Boundary (or trailing edge).

As the cone, (human observation) passes through a plane (sensory perception), we percieve the intersection first as involvement in an experience, when the plane is first tangent to the cone, later as memory of that experience, as it passes further and the conic section narrows, and finally as a forgotten experience, once the cone has passed far enough that the plane no longer intersects, to somewhere beyond the single point to which the cone tapers. The thing we call memory is modeled “as a progressively constricting or diminishing disc,” a geometric metaphor for the way that “experiences pass and memories fade.”

It’s an interesting idea — that perhaps forgetting is not just an important counterpart to remembering, as Greg reminds us, but the only component of memory. And it makes some sense — how often do you discover that a childhood memory has decayed over the years as you share stories at the Thanksgiving table or peruse an old photo album?  More important, it is a powerful way to think about memory. Though our Cones of Obliscense have varying slopes and heights, Jill Price’s is a cone of infinite height, and Ireneo Funes’s is not a cone at all, but a solid cylinder that extends forever, a visual analog to his endless memory.

Of course, the dedicated researcher may find Sonnabend’s work elusive. “Obliscense” remains out of print, his papers are inaccessible, and the finer details of his extraordinary life and research are sometimes ambiguous and contradictory. A devoted skeptic might write off his work altogether for lack of access to primary sources. But like the rest of us amnesiacs, he would be forgetting something.

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“If we remembered everything perfectly, we should never be able to generalize at all; for there would appear before our minds nothing but individual images, precise and different.”

Aldous Huxley in Along the Road, quoted by the always-brilliant Greg Brown, who adds the following (which I’ve quoted in its entirety, bolding a particularly good sentence):

“Jorge Luis Borges expanded this idea in “Funes, His Memory” (also sometimes translated as “Funes, the Memorious”). It’s a quick read; here’s a quote*:

Funes, we must not forget, was virtually incapable of general, platonic ideas. Not only was it difficult for him to see that the generic symbol “dog” took in all the dissimilar individuals of all shapes and sizes, it irritated him that the “dog” of three-fourteen in the afternoon, seen in profile, should be indicated by the same noun as the dog of three-fifteen, seen frontally. His own face in the mirror, his own hands, surprised him every time he saw them. Swift wrote that the emperor of Lilliput could perceive the movement of the minute hand of a clock; Funes could continually perceive the quiet advances of corruption, of tooth decay, of weariness. He saw - he noticed - the progress of death, of humidity. He was the solitary, lucid spectator of a multiform, momentaneous, and almost unbearably precise world.

It’s a useful reminder that just as memory has its power, so does forgetting.

* The wording’s actually a bit different than in the link since I’m using a different translation from Andrew Hurley, as found in my copy of Borges’ Collected Fictions.”

Jill Price, whose nearly perfect episodic recall is the first case similar to Funes in the annals of modern memory research, described living without forgetting in a fascinating Der Spiegel article last year:

“People say to me: Oh, how fascinating, it must be a treat to have a perfect memory,” she says. Her lips twist into a thin smile. “But it’s also agonizing.”

In addition to good memories, every angry word, every mistake, every disappointment, every shock and every moment of pain goes unforgotten. Time heals no wounds for Price. “I don’t look back at the past with any distance. It’s more like experiencing everything over and over again, and those memories trigger exactly the same emotions in me. It’s like an endless, chaotic film that can completely overpower me. And there’s no stop button.”

She’s constantly bombarded with fragments of memories, exposed to an automatic and uncontrollable process that behaves like an infinite loop in a computer. Sometimes there are external triggers, like a certain smell, song or word. But often her memories return by themselves. Beautiful, horrific, important or banal scenes rush across her wildly chaotic “internal monitor,” sometimes displacing the present. “All of this is incredibly exhausting,” says Price.

The striking thing about Price is the difference between her case and the imagined experiences of Borges and Huxley. Even new, precise, and unique moments call up a parade of past images in Price’s mind, somehow associating a thing from the past with a sensory input from the present. It seems more of a burden than Funes’s gift: where he might have accepted the newness of everything (making memories of many things memory of no thing), newness for Price brings memories of many things associated with memories of many more.

Either way, Greg’s reminder is a wise one.

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Boreas - “Muddy Lullaby”

Resolved: Crash cymbals and slide trombones make everything better. The spectral wails and boozy brass make this my favorite track, but do check out the rest of their album.

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“Nearly 60% of Americans now say that they approve of the way the Supreme Court is doing its job. Before Mr Obama’s election, Republicans approved and Democrats did not. In June, even though the make-up of the court had not altered, it was the other way round. That’s the Obama effect for you.”

The Economist, “A Year at the Supreme Court”

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This, for the purpose of this celebration, is the 4th of July. It is the birthday of your National Independence, and of your political freedom. This, to you, is what the Passover was to the emancipated people of God. It carries your minds back to the day, and to the act of your great deliverance; and to the signs, and to the wonders, associated with that act, and that day. This celebration also marks the beginning of another year of your national life; and reminds you that the Republic of America is now 76 years old. I am glad, fellow-citizens, that your nation is so young. Seventy-six years, though a good old age for a man, is but a mere speck in the life of a nation. Three score years and ten is the allotted time for individual men; but nations number their years by thousands. According to this fact, you are, even now, only in the beginning of your national career, still lingering in the period of childhood. I repeat, I am glad this is so. There is hope in the thought, and hope is much needed, under the dark clouds which lower above the horizon. The eye of the reformer is met with angry flashes, portending disastrous times; but his heart may well beat lighter at the thought that America is young, and that she is still in the impressible stage of her existence. May he not hope that high lessons of wisdom, of justice and of truth, will yet give direction to her destiny? Were the nation older, the patriot’s heart might be sadder, and the reformer’s brow heavier. Its future might be shrouded in gloom, and the hope of its prophets go out in sorrow. There is consolation in the thought that America is young. Great streams are not easily turned from channels, worn deep in the course of ages. They may sometimes rise in quiet and stately majesty, and inundate the land, refreshing and fertilizing the earth with their mysterious properties. They may also rise in wrath and fury, and bear away, on their angry waves, the accumulated wealth of years of toil and hardship. They, however, gradually flow back to the same old channel, and flow on as serenely as ever. But, while the river may not be turned aside, it may dry up, and leave nothing behind but the withered branch, and the unsightly rock, to howl in the abyss-sweeping wind, the sad tale of departed glory. As with rivers so with nations.

—Frederick Douglass, 5 July 1852

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“The biotechnology company Genzyme spent five hundred million dollars developing the drug Myozyme, which is intended for a condition, Pompe disease, that afflicts fewer than ten thousand people worldwide. That’s the quintessential modern drug: a high-tech, targeted remedy that took a very long and costly path to market. Myozyme is priced at three hundred thousand dollars a year. Genzyme isn’t a mining company: its real assets are intellectual property—information, not stuff. But, in this case, information does not want to be free. It wants to be really, really expensive.”

— Malcolm Gladwell, “Priced to Sell”

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“By neglecting — and in some cases even opposing — essential modernization programs, arms-control proponents are actually undermining the prospect for further reductions of the U.S. nuclear arsenal. As our nuclear weapons stockpile ages and concern about its reliability increases, we will have to compensate by retaining more nuclear weapons than would otherwise be the case. This reality will necessarily influence future arms-control negotiations, beginning with the upcoming Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty follow-on.”

— Jon Kyl and Richard Perle, “Our Decaying Nuclear Deterrent”

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“We estimate that, when the president cannot seek reelection or the economy is not in a recession, the probability of war initiation in a year is about 30 percent. By contrast, the probability significantly increases to over 60 percent when both the economy is doing poorly and the president is up for reelection. These results appear to be robust to the choice of other indicators of economic performance, such as GDP growth and changes in the unemployment rate. We also find that historical evidence back to 1897 is also consistent with the theory.”

— Gregory Hess and Athanasios Orphanides, “War Politics: An Economic, Rational-Voter Framework”.

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“As I see it, it probably really is good for the soul to be a tourist, even if it’s only once in a while. Not good for the soul in a refreshing or enlivening way, though, but rather in a grim, steely-eyed, let’s-look-honestly-at-the-facts-and-find-some-way-to-deal-with-them way. […] To be a mass tourist, for me, is to become a pure late-date American: alien, ignorant, greedy for something you cannot ever have, disappointed in a way you can never admit. It is to spoil, by way of sheer ontology, the very unspoiledness you are there to experience. It is to impose yourself on places that in all noneconomic ways would be better, realer, without you. It is, in lines and gridlock and transaction after transaction, to confront a dimension of yourself that is as inescapable as it is painful: As a tourist, you become economically significant but existentially loathsome, an insect on a dead thing.”

— David Foster Wallace, “Consider the Lobster”

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