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Utrecht; Frederick the Great, whom he courts obsessively<br />
in Berlin but fails to meet; Rousseau, whom he<br />
interrogates in Switzerland for a solid week; Voltaire,<br />
victim of a similar siege; John Wilkes, the exiled English<br />
anti-monarchist; Pasquale Paoli, the great rebel<br />
leader of Corsica, whose bid for an enlightened liberation<br />
from France was in 1766 as promising as the<br />
American colonies’ was from England. Armed with<br />
letters of reference, Boswell had come for more than<br />
Grand Touri<strong>sm</strong>:<br />
“But tell me sincerely, are you a Christian?” I<br />
looked at [Rousseau] with a searching eye. His<br />
countenance was no less animated. Each stood<br />
steady and watched the other’s looks. He struck<br />
his breast, and replied, “Yes. I pride myself on<br />
being one.” ... BOSWELL: “But tell me, do you<br />
suffer from melancholy? ROUSSEAU: “I was<br />
born placid. I have no natural disposition to<br />
melancholy. My misfortunes have infected me<br />
with it.” BOSWELL: “I, for my part, suffer from<br />
it severely. And how can I be happy, I who have<br />
done so much evil?” ROUSSEAU: “Begin your<br />
life anew. God is good, for he is just. Do good.<br />
You will cancel all the debt of evil ...” BOSWELL:<br />
“Will you, Sir, assume direction of me?”<br />
The answer to that wonderful Boswellian flourish:<br />
no.<br />
Then Voltaire: “I suffer much. But I suffer with<br />
Patience & Resignation; not as a Christian – But as a<br />
man.” “I was moved,” wrote the Scot that night. “I was<br />
sorry.” Then General Paoli: “Let us leave these disputes<br />
to the idle. I always hold firm one great object. I<br />
never feel a moment of despondency.”<br />
Zaretsky does an admirable job of arranging these<br />
giants – most of them delighted, some repulsed by<br />
their animated caller – not only into the era’s intellectual<br />
chain of being but into the pricklier chain of Boswell’s<br />
selfhood. This is the heart of the book. Zaretsky<br />
is right to call Boswell a “bricoleur of the self,” an assemblage<br />
of the many people and ideas he absorbs.<br />
One gets the sense he is writing himself into existence<br />
– scribo ergo sum. “I had lately a thought that appeared<br />
new to me,” he would write years later in desperation,<br />
“that by burning all my journals and all my written<br />
traces of my former life, I should be like a new being.”<br />
Zaretsky is right to call Boswell a<br />
‘bricoleur of the self,’ an assemblage of<br />
the many people and ideas he absorbs.<br />
This attitude toward oneself – thrillingly similar to<br />
our modern attitudes, in an age where one’s public<br />
identity is more malleable than ever – is not exactly<br />
unique even in the second half of the 18th century.<br />
It was an attitude at least 200 years in the making.<br />
Modern scholarship in the “history of mentalities” –<br />
dubbed by the French Annales school – has asked the<br />
fundamental, nearly incalculable question of how historical<br />
peoples became who they were, how they understood<br />
themselves and acquired identities.<br />
Stephen Greenblatt marks the Protestant<br />
schi<strong>sm</strong> of the early 16th century as the decisive moment,<br />
the great “unmooring” of personal identity<br />
from state and religious forces. Luther’s German<br />
Bible and William Tyndale’s English Bible liberated<br />
the most important moral knowledge in the world,<br />
formerly locked up and out of reach by the learned<br />
priesthood, into the layman’s hands. One’s inner conscience,<br />
a private mechani<strong>sm</strong> to be fed and cultivated,<br />
replaced the public Church confessional as the<br />
measure of one’s moral life. Sumptuary laws were<br />
abolished; handbooks like Machiavelli’s The Prince<br />
and Castiglione’s Book of the Courtier proposed new<br />
models of social conduct in court life. The merchant<br />
class was born, and it grew from Spenser to Pepys to<br />
the 18th century. This era has been well documented,<br />
and we know it to be a breeding ground of social<br />
climbing and imitation. But we arrive at Boswell: to<br />
read his chronicle of every mood swing, every passing<br />
influence consumed and digested into an identity,<br />
one becomes so enmeshed in the young Boswell, so<br />
convinced by his search for the right artifice, that for<br />
a moment he seems the sole inheritor of Greenblatt’s<br />
entire tradition of self-fashioning.<br />
“Set out for Harwich like Father, grave and comfortable.”<br />
“I hoped by degrees to attain to some degree of<br />
propriety. Mr. Addison’s character in sentiment, mixed<br />
with a little of the gaiety of Sir Richard Steele and the<br />
manners of Mr. [West] Digges were the ideas I aimed<br />
to realize.” “Let me moderate & cultivate my Originality.<br />
God would not have formed such a diversity<br />
of men if he had intended that they should all come<br />
up to a certain standard ... Let me then be Boswell and<br />
render him as fine a fellow as possible.” “Remember<br />
Johnson’s precepts on experience of mankind. Consider<br />
there is truth.”<br />
Pause here and consider this entry, written two years<br />
earlier, in Johnson’s slender diary:<br />
Enlighten me with true knowledge, animate<br />
me with reasonable hope, comfort me with a<br />
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