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283 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 1981
Not knowing whether human knowledge and human community require the recognizing or the dismantling of limits; not knowing what it means that these limits are sometimes picturable as a barrier and sometimes not; not knowing whether we are more afraid of being isolated or of being absorbed by our knowledge and by society - these lines of ignorance are the background against which I wish to consider Frank Capra's It Happened One Night.
"The tracking of the comedic to its roots in the everyday." This is my formulation of the further interpretation of the genre of remarriage worked out in The Awful Truth. I intend it to account for several features of the genre that differentiate it from other comic forms. For example, the stability of the conclusion is not suggested by the formula "they lived happily ever after" but rather requires words to the effect that this is the way they lived, where "this" covers of course whatever one is prepared to call the conclusion of the work but covers it as itself a summary or epitome of the work as a whole. There is no other life for them, and this one suffices. It is a happy thought; it is this comedy's thought of happiness.
Again, I have pointed several times to the absence, or the compromise, of the festival with which classical comedy may be expected to conclude, say a wedding...In attacking the magical or mechanical view of the sacraments, Luther says, "All our life should be baptism." I might take a variation of it as a motto for the romance of marriage: all our life should be festival. When Lucy acknowledges to Aunt Patsy her love for Jerry after all, what she says is, "We had some grand laughs." One laugh at life - that would be a laugh of cynicism. But a run of laughs within life; finding occasions in the way we are together. He is the one with whom that is possible for me, crazy as he is; that is the Awful truth.
Their guest is one whose value they disagree about, but they dispute it within a family agreement - within, I wish to teach us to say, a conversation - a profundity and complexity the guest cannot begin to fathom. The kicks on the shin Hildy gives Walter under the table are familiar gestures of propriety and intimacy; and the pair communicate not only by way of feet and hand signals but in a lingo and tempo, and about events present and past, that Bruce can have no part in. They simply appreciate one another more than either of them appreciates anyone else, and they would rather be appreciated by one another more than by anyone else. They just are at home with one another, whether or not they can live together under the same roof, that is, find a roof they can live together under.
What this pair does together is less important than the fact that they do whatever it is together, that they know how to spend time together, even that they would rather waste time together than do anything else - except that no time they are together could be wasted.
Hatted, as for departure, away from us, they resume their adventure of desire, their pursuit of happiness, sometimes talking, sometimes not, always in conversation.
We think of marriage, or have thought of it, as the entering simultaneously into a new public and a new private connection, the creation at once of new spaces of communality and of exclusiveness, of a new outside and inside to a life, spaces expressible by the private ownership of a house, literally an apartment, a place that is part of and apart within a larger habitation.
Since Amanda's remark upon donning the hat is to ask about the Democrats, we are entitled to take its donning as a challenge, a show of, independence, while at the same time it reaccepts his gift to her. But a challenge to what? Independence from what? To and from the very fact that a conversation has resumed, and that while that is cause for happiness, that happiness is not to be presumed upon? Lines are to be drawn, or what's a conversation for? Something, I think, like that.
Can human beings change? The humor, and the sadness, of remarriage - comedies can be said to result from the fact that we have no good answer to that question.
It is a premise of farce that marriage kills romance. It is a project of the genre of remarriage to refuse to draw a conclusion from this premise but rather to turn the tables on farce, to turn marriage itself into romance, into adventure, which for Walter and Hildy means to preserve within it something of the illicit, to find as it were a moral equivalent of the immoral.