Monday, February 01, 2016

Fear of mirrors

Sigmund Freud thought he saw a stranger entering his train compartment. "I hurried to help him but was quickly taken aback when I realised that the intruder was none other than my own image reflected in the mirror of the connecting door. And I remember that this apparition gave me profound displeasure".

The Summa de Officio Inquisitorii of 1270, warns of the evils of all reflective surfaces: lacquer, glass, jewels, swords, water. It advises readers to avoid anything which might catch their reflection. It's more than a warning against vanity - it's a distrust of the mirror-world. The devil, or something analogous to that, controls the kingdom of reflections.

17th century thinkers are equally disturbed by the doubling -or tripling- of their own image, A French orator named Jean-Benigne Bossuet asks in a sermon, whether in anguish or curiosity it isn't clear:

"What is this image of myself that I see more deliberately still, this lively apparition in this running water? It disappears when the water is disturbed. What have I lost?"

Mirrors existed in antiquity. The Ancient Greeks and the Romans prized them though they were a poor relation to what we know now - nowhere near as big and clear. They were handheld, darker, with a dimmer reflection. Their reflections really were like ghosts, fainter than ours, more a part of the texture of the reflecting surface. Emperor Nero, so they say, had a mirror made of emeralds.

After the hall of mirrors in Versailles, something changes. Mirrors become commonplace and our own reflections stop being astonishing. Because now everybody has mirrors and cameras and film. No one is aware of the symmetry anymore, the dividing line between them and it. Other than the smallest children, we've mistaken our reflections for a part of ourselves.


Connor said...

Alasdair, thank you for sharing that beautiful meditation on the human condition! Love reading about your trips down historical and literary wormholes. Have you ever read any of James Salter's works? I think you'd dig 'A Sport and a Pastime'…

Anything brewing in the Amor de Dias or Clientele kitchens? Your music means so much to so many people! Hope life is good for you and yours.

dennis said...

Ha! that's funny I once had the same experience as old Sigmund, when I nervously entered a pick-up bar and immediately turned right along the bar aisle, only to see some chuckle-head coming at me from the other direction; this irritated me slightly, and it took a moment before i realized the fellow was my reflection.. I remember being bemused and disturbed by the experience, and from that auspicious start, I tried to soldier on, but the night never did take a turn for the better!