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Troy Jollimore is associate professor of philosophy at California State University, Chico. He is the author of "Friendship and Agent-Relative Morality". He is also the author of two books of poems, "At Lake Scugog" (Princeton) and "Tom Thomson in Purgatory", which won the National Book Critics Circle Award.

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"Jollimore's voice is all his own: fluent in, but not limited by, the idiom of academic philosophy. Here he suggests that love is perception, of a special kind. By magnifying the traits of the person we love, by enveloping us in them, love shows us what is really there. One might say that his book does something similar, letting us see love as it is, in a distinctively insightful and absorbing way."--Niko Kolodny, University of California, Berkeley

"Love's Vision is a delight to read. Jollimore's sensitive, careful philosophical examination of the experience of loving, combined with insights from literature and social psychology, yields a compelling picture of love as a form of perception. Jollimore's view is original and offers a fresh and productive approach to some of the thorniest philosophical puzzles about love."--Simon Keller, Victoria University of Wellington

"This is a very important and interesting contribution to the philosophical literature on the nature of love. Jollimore has an engaging style and his book is a real pleasure to read."--Diane Jeske, University of Iowa

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"Jollimore's voice is all his own: fluent in, but not limited by, the idiom of academic philosophy. Here he suggests that love is perception, of a special kind. By magnifying the traits of the person we love, by enveloping us in them, love shows us what is really there. One might say that his book does something similar, letting us see love as it is, in a distinctively insightful and absorbing way."--Niko Kolodny, University of California, Berkeley

"Love's Vision is a delight to read. Jollimore's sensitive, careful philosophical examination of the experience of loving, combined with insights from literature and social psychology, yields a compelling picture of love as a form of perception. Jollimore's view is original and offers a fresh and productive approach to some of the thorniest philosophical puzzles about love."--Simon Keller, Victoria University of Wellington

"This is a very important and interesting contribution to the philosophical literature on the nature of love. Jollimore has an engaging style and his book is a real pleasure to read."--Diane Jeske, University of Iowa

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Love's Vision

PRINCETON UNIVERSITY PRESS

Contents

Preface.................................................................xiAcknowledgments.........................................................xixone "Something In Between": On the Nature of Love......................1two Love's Blindness (1): Love's Closed Heart..........................28three Love's Blindness (2): Love's Friendly Eye........................46four Beyond Comparison.................................................74five Commitments, Values, and Frameworks...............................95six Valuing Persons....................................................123seven Love and Morality................................................146afterword Between the Universal and the Particular.....................169Notes...................................................................173References..............................................................189Index...................................................................195

Chapter One

Love's Promise

Is it necessary to begin a book about love by arguing for love's centrality, if not its supremacy, among the values at which human beings aim and by which they order their lives? This fact seems to be acknowledged on nearly all hands. If anything, it may be that we place too much emphasis on love—or, at any rate, that we expect too much of it. In his memoir Kafka Was the Rage, the essayist Anatole Broyard recalls telling his analyst that what he wanted was what many people want and think it reasonable to expect: to be utterly transformed. "In novels, I said, people are transfigured by love. They're elevated, made different, lifted out of their ordinariness.... It's not so much to ask, I said. I just want love to live up to its publicity."

But love's publicity is impressive indeed, and it would be difficult for any emotion or experience to live up to that. John Armstrong announces on the first page of his book on love: "Love is one of humanity's most persistent and most esteemed ideals." Robert Solomon writes that "love is the most exhilarating—and sometimes the most excruciating and destructive—experience that most of us have ever had, or will ever have," and suggests that it is perhaps "even more profound and basic to our being than most of our talk about it would suggest." The notion of love as transformative, the idea that love initiates a new stage of life and that after falling in love things will never be the same again, is also common. Consider the following description, from a contemporary novel, of the process of falling in love:

But now she seemed different to me. I became aware of her special powers. How she seemed to pull light and gravity to the place where she stood.... At the same time that I was becoming conscious of her body, I was becoming aware of my own. A tingling feeling caught fire in my nerves and spread. The whole thing must have happened in less than thirty seconds. And yet. When it was over, I'd been initiated into the mystery that stands at the beginning of the end of childhood. It was years before I'd spent all the joy and pain born in me in that less than half a minute.

Perhaps it is inevitable that we will find ourselves expecting great things of love, particularly in the midst of a society that is so obsessed with it, a society whose pop songs insist that "all you need is love" and whose romantic comedies, patterned after the novels of Jane Austen, nearly always view a marriage union with the beloved as a guarantee that the partners will live happily ever after. It is, moreover, a society deeply and profoundly shaped by the Christian faith and its particular conception of love. As Armstrong writes, Christianity's "account of existence places love at the center of life. We live in order to grow in love—that is the meaning and purpose of each individual life. Nothing matters as much as this."

One need not be religious, of course, to place great importance on love. Indeed, in the absence of God, love may well become more significant, for what, if not love, can be expected to make us into complete, fulfilled human beings? Consider the following passage from a memoir by J. M. Coetzee:

How long before he will cease to be a baby? What will cure him of babyhood, make him into a man?

What will cure him, if it were to arrive, is love. He may not believe in God but he does believe in love and the powers of love. The beloved, the destined one, will see at once through the odd and even dull exterior he presents to the fire that burns within him. Meanwhile, being dull and odd looking are part of a purgatory he must pass through in order to emerge, one day, into the light: the light of love.

Nor need one adopt a spiritual point of view to see love as some sort of fundamental force or principle of nature. In his book Love and Its Place in Nature, Jonathan Lear attributes to Freud the view that "love [is] a basic force in nature," identifies love as a "cosmological principle," and even claims that "the world exists because we love it."

The idea of love as a cosmic force has been part of Western thinking for centuries. Contemporary philosophers such as Iris Murdoch pick up on the metaphorical links drawn by Plato between love, the sun, and the Form of the Good. Love, Murdoch writes, "is the energy and passion of the soul in its search for Good.... It is a reflection of the warmth and light of the sun." Dante ended his Divine Comedy with a reference to "the Love that moves the Sun and other stars." Pierre Teilhard de Chardin wrote that "love is the most universal, the most tremendous and the most mysterious of the cosmic forces." And it is part of our contemporary stock of clichés, of course, that love makes the world go round. These metaphors capture several elements of love as we experience it—its being active, powerful, fundamental, and at times irresistible. (Ortega y Gasset explicates Saint Augustine's remark "My love is my weight; where it goes I go" with the comment "Love is a gravitation toward that which is loved.") Along somewhat similar lines, the references to the stars, like Murdoch's metaphorical linking of the Good with the sun and Coetzee's mention of "the light of love," may remind us of the famous moment in Romeo and Juliet when Romeo identifies his beloved with that celestial body: "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? / It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!"

This solar metaphor, which sometimes identifies the sun with love itself and at other times with the beloved, has pervaded popular thought, especially popular song, as titles like "Sunshine of Your Love," "You Are the Sunshine of My Life," and "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone" attest. A version of the metaphor is also implied in Martin Buber's claim that "every actual relationship to another being in the world is exclusive. Its Thou is freed and steps forth to confront us in its uniqueness. It fills the firmament—not as if there were nothing else, but everything else lives in its light."

The metaphor is resonant and profound. Indeed, my approach to love in this book will be guided both by the thought that part of the effect of love is to place a person at the center of one's life—one might well be pictured as revolving around one's beloved as the earth does around the sun—and by the thought that love functions as a source of illumination, in the sense that it helps us to see what we could not see otherwise, so that the rest of the world must present itself to us in its light (or, what seems equally correct, in the light of the beloved).

Let me expand a bit on the latter thought, as it will be very important in what follows. There are many things that make you the particular person you are, but one of the most fundamental, surely, is your particular way of seeing. That you have a certain perceptual perspective that is occupied by no one else distinguishes you from all other individuals, and it would distinguish you even from a qualitatively exact duplicate of yourself. Thus, to say that love can transform one's way of seeing the world is to open up certain possibilities for understanding how love can transform a person, and in doing so, to open up some possibilities of how love might live up to the promise of which Broyard speaks. If the world quite literally does not look the same to the lover as it does to the nonlover (or, for that matter, to the lover who loves somebody else), then there is a sense in which love causes the lover's world to be transformed. But since the root of the transformation, the love itself, lies within the lover, it is equally correct to say that the lover has been fundamentally changed. What looks to the lover like a transfigured world is really the result of a transformed eye.

My view is not merely that love alters one's way of seeing but that that love itself is, in large part, a way of seeing—a way of seeing one's beloved, and also a way of seeing the world. On the level of common sense, this seems to me unassailable. One does not see one's beloved, or anyone about whom one has significant feeling, in the flat, distracted manner in which one tends to see most strangers. She occupies a special place at or near the center of one's attention; she has one's attention from the moment she enters a room. (If she does not, then we must wonder whether the love is still alive.) The lover notices things about his beloved—tiny, easily overlooked, but meaningful attributes—that would escape the notice of others. Yet at the same time there may be things about her that escape his notice or that he positively refuses to notice or dwell on. He appreciates, fully and generously, her better qualities and ignores, refuses to acknowledge, or at the very least deemphasizes her less-than-ideal attributes. Like any way of seeing, love is perspectival, meaning that some things are focused on and placed at the center of one's field of view, whereas others, if they are perceived at all, are relegated to the periphery.

Love and Immorality

I propose an account of love that holds it to be largely a matter of vision and to be in large part guided by reason, while at the same time allowing that love is not purely a matter of reason. It must immediately be acknowledged, though, that holding love to be reason-guided in any deep sense runs counter to a view of the matter that has played a deep and influential role in Western thinking about the passions. The same can be said of the ideas, which I will also defend, that love is in an important sense a moral phenomenon and that it encourages accurate perceptions of reality rather than badly skewed perceptions or even illusions. Before launching into a defense of my view, then, it will be useful to start by laying out some of the reasons why people have doubted that love can be morally, epistemologically, or rationally justified or endorsed.

Let us start with the immorality; we will come back to the illusion and the irrationality.

Is love moral? We sometimes imagine, idealistically, that because they care so much about their beloveds, lovers will inevitably treat their beloveds better than they treat anyone else. "The lover not only wishes to see the beloved flourish and is pleased to see her happy," Ilham Dilman writes, "he is prepared to take responsibility for her welfare, to care for her. These are natural, moral impulses that belong to love." Such a view naturally suggests that at least within the context of a given relationship, love is a moral rather than a nonmoral, immoral, or antimoral force. Against this, though, is the knowledge that events in the real world do not always proceed in this manner. That love for a person does not necessarily involve wishing the best for that person—that at least in some cases it could instead involve wishing the worst—was known to Plato. Socrates says in the Phaedrus:

No one can be in any doubt—least of all the lover—that his dearest wish is for the one he loves to lose the closest, most loyal and most divine possessions he has. He would be happy for him to lose father and mother, relatives and friends, since he regards them as people who will obstruct and condemn that association which brings him most pleasure.... And further, in his desire to enjoy the sweet fruits of his own pleasure for the longest time possible, a lover would wish upon his boyfriend a life that was unmarried, childless and homeless for the longest time possible.

Passionate love, at least sometimes, seems to involve the desire to have the beloved all to oneself, to remove him from society and put him in some isolated place to which only the lover has access. And it is natural to wish, alongside this, that one's beloved be weakened or rendered vulnerable so as to become dependent on oneself. Thus, while some philosophers have suggested that an essential element of love is a commitment to treating the beloved well and protecting and advancing his interests, it must be acknowledged that in the real world love—or what is at least claimed to be love—sometimes motivates people to inflict various sorts of harm or violence on those they claim to love.

At any rate, it is certainly not unheard of—perhaps it is not even uncommon—to find partners in long-term marriages treating each other with unkindness, hostility, and disdain. Long-term commitments often generate resentment; perceived reliability and constant togetherness can cause one to be taken for granted; and the very emotional intimacy that is, during the good times, love's greatest glory makes possible especially damaging and painful forms of cruelty. (We are frequently in an especially good position to help, but also to hurt, the ones we love, and the reasons why this is so are the same in each case.)

More common, though, and thus perhaps more worrying, is the thought that by requiring excessive kindness to, and an excessively narrow focus on, the loved individual, love leads lovers to ignore and neglect other people and perhaps even to harm them. It cannot be denied that love very frequently draws people into much smaller communities—privacies of two from which all others are excluded. (As Murdoch writes in her novel A Word Child, "The assertion made by a happy marriage often alienates, and often is at least half intended to alienate, the excluded spectator.")

Love's potential to draw people out of public life and to entice them to turn their backs on their larger communities causes many moralists to regard it with considerable suspicion. If morality demands a thoroughgoing impartiality—a common view in modern times—then love, which seems to demand nothing if not a powerful and uncompromising species of partiality, must be viewed as morally suspect. Martha Nussbaum, for instance, voices the worry that

love's partiality ... seems to threaten any ethical approach involving the extension of concern. Intense attachments to particular individuals, especially when they are of an erotic or romantic sort, call attention away from the world of general concern, asking it to rivet itself to a single life that provides in itself no sufficient reason for this special treatment, as it imperiously claims all thoughts, all desires.

The novelist Milan Kundera goes so far as to suggest (via one of his characters) that in this respect, at least, love may be less admirable—less social, less inherently democratic—than lust: "The gaze of love is the gaze that isolates. Jean-Marc thought about the loving solitude of two old persons become invisible to other people: a sad solitude that prefigures death. No, what she needs is not a loving gaze but a flood of alien, crude, lustful looks.... Those are the looks that sustain her within human society. The gaze of love rips her out of it."

Jean-Marc's position is, of course, a bit unusual; those whose morality leads them to be suspicious of love do not frequently hold up lust as a preferable alternative. Lust, after all, is commonly thought to be wild and uncontrollable and therefore dangerous. Yet Jean-Marc has a point: compared with love, lust is more widely and equitably distributed, more evenhanded, and therefore more democratic. My feeling lust for one person need not prevent my feeling an equally strong lust for someone else, but my loving a romantic partner may well prevent me from feeling that sort of love for anyone else. And, if it cannot make it impossible, it is at least supposed to make it impermissible. Although lust has often been the target of moral opprobrium, it is the demands of love that, in the long run, may prove to pose the more serious moral danger.

Love and Illusion

I have suggested that love should be understood as largely a kind of vision in that it involves, and is largely constituted by, an appreciative attention directed toward the beloved's positive qualities. But this will immediately strike some people as false and possibly even as outrageous. It is an item of common wisdom that love is blind; it obscures one's vision, making it impossible to see the beloved in the cold, objective, dispassionate light of reason. If so, then the idea that love is largely a matter of the lover's noticing and valuing the beloved's qualities may seem misguided. For what is really going on, at least if the most extreme version of this suggestion is correct, is not that the lover is noticing the beloved's qualities, but rather that she is imagining that he has certain qualities. She is projecting onto him the qualities she wishes him to have, and then she is valuing those.

As I am now interpreting it, the suggestion is that we should hold a version of what we might refer to as the imagined qualities view.

The imagined qualities view: A central and highly significant part of love is that the lover imaginatively projects certain positive qualities onto the beloved and values him for those qualities that she imagines him to have.

(Continues...)

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