Martin Amis and Me

Martin Amis and Me

I first met Martin Amis in the late 1970s. We were the same height and build, though he had a wider mouth. Of course, I had read several of his father’s novels. At this time, I had read Martin’s The Rachel Papers, Dead Babies, and Success (which I particularly liked), and had just finished his fourth novel Other People. I decided to write to him at his publishers, Jonathan Cape (with whom I later had a brush in the person of the estimable Liz Calder—she rejected my first novel though she encouraged me to go on). A few days later my friend Antonia Phillips (wife to the late Gareth Evans and then Martin Amis) handed me a note written by Martin, thanking me for my complimentary letter and telling me he himself had no belief in the afterlife. Soon I had an invitation to meet Martin at his flat in Notting Hill Gate. I showed up with Antonia one evening to meet the man. We played pinball in his kitchen (he had a full-sized machine there). We talked about his novels and I asked which was his favorite; he hesitated and said probably his next, which turned out to be Money. It was all very agreeable.

Sometime later I decided I wanted to write some fiction myself, no doubt stimulated by Martin’s work (we were of the same generation). You could say my own effort Bad Patches was in the same vein. However, I saw little of Martin after our first meeting, though I tried to go to his book signings when they were nearby. I felt disappointed about this and I don’t really know why it happened (he was getting ridiculously famous and in demand). We remained friendly but didn’t hang out together. He invited me to his fortieth birthday party in London, but by this time I was living in New York (he remarked to me that this wasn’t much of an excuse). I continued to read his publications, all of them, always with enjoyment and admiration (the book on Stalin the least). I went to readings of his in New York and said a quick hello. When I moved to Miami, he gave a reading at my local bookstore and I trotted along (it was from The Zone of Interest).

Some years ago, I asked him if he’d like to come to George Soros’s house in Southampton along with his then wife Isobel Fonseca. They came and Martin and I played some tennis on George’s court and then had dinner. It was a delightful evening. By this time Martin was living in America himself, but not near me (though he later bought a house in Florida). I would say we were good friends by then, though not able to spend much time together. I had known him and read him assiduously for over forty years; he was part of my mental landscape. I felt very fond of him. We also both loved Lolita (the book not the girl, though we felt for little Dolores Haze). We had a powerful affinity. He smoked a lot, though, and I didn’t. He was incredibly funny. He was the Martin Amis.

Two and a half years ago, I was receiving radiation therapy for cancer, delivered to my neck and part of my face (there is still no hair on most of the right side). It is grueling stuff; I don’t recommend it. One morning I opened the New York Times to read on the front page that Martin Amis had just died. Throat cancer. The old affinity persisted. I had known nothing about this, so it was a complete surprise. A part of my life dropped out. I told my cancer doctor (skinny, six foot three) about it in our weekly chat. At this time, I had no idea whether I would pull through. I recall that moment in Martin’s kitchen playing pinball together. Pity about the afterlife.

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False Knowledge

False Knowledge

Is it true that all knowledge is knowledge of truths? Does the concept of knowledge entail that the proposition known is a true proposition? Certainly, we have been schooled to think so; and the idea is far from preposterous. But is the propositional content of the knowledge literally, universally, and necessarily true? We have to concede that not all knowledge involves justified belief: sometimes a creature can know without believing (many animals), and sometimes knowers have no justification for their knowledge (they know directly or intuitively or subconsciously). These requirements are too strong if taken strictly. However, it has generally been held that truth is non-negotiable: you can’t know what is false. But maybe this holds only for some or most knowledge; maybe some cases of knowledge are not beholden to truth. Perhaps we have been misled into a rash generalization by (allegedly) paradigm cases. In our thirst for generality, we have neglected certain peripheral or statistically rare cases. So, let’s explore some of the hinterlands of our cognitive life; we might turn up some unusual specimens (like black butterflies or crimson swans).[1]

First, we should pay attention to the concept of truth, which is not exactly uncontested. Truth, we say, is correspondence to fact—reality, actuality, existence. Truth is denoting an actually existing state of affairs, a real fact. There is no truth but reality makes it so, as Quine once said. All truth is literal truth. There is no your truth and my truth, just the truth. All truth is objective truth. So-called approximate truth is not really truth; it is falsehood that is close to the truth. Metaphors are not true, though they may allude to truth. To be true a proposition must describe a state of affairs in which certain objects really do have certain properties. We must not be sloppy with the concept of truth; truth is a strict concept. If someone uses the word “true” loosely, we might introduce the concept of “strict truth”, which obeys the principles just laid down (like “strict laws”). Then we could ask whether all knowledge requires strict truth. In any case, we have a notion of truth that meets the conditions laid down: good old-fashioned no-nonsense truth—realist truth, we might say (not imaginary truth, whatever that may be).

Now we must test our intuitions. Do I know that the Sun rises in the east (not the west or south)? If you ask me where the Sun rises, will I hesitate to answer or say “In the south, I believe”, or will I promptly and confidently reply “In the east, of course”? Surely, we would say that I have knowledge of where the Sun rises. I have observed that fact innumerable times. But is it true that the Sun rises in the east? No, because the Sun doesn’t rise at all—the Earth rotates. It is not a real objective fact that the Sun rises in the east; this is a kind of illusion. Do I know the color of my coffee cup? Do I know that it is blue not red or some other color? We would surely say so. But is it true that my cup is blue? Not if it has no color at all—that is, if color does not belong to physical things. Do I know that Great Britain is triangular (not square or circular)? Yes, I do know that, if I know anything. And yet that land mass is not really and truly triangular; this is a false statement that only approximates to a true statement. Do I know that my car didn’t move all day? Yes, but of course it is not true that it didn’t move, because the Earth moves. Do I know that the eyes are the windows to the soul? Yes, I do know that—but it is not literally true that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Granted, this metaphor is related to a true proposition (“the eyes are sources of information about someone’s state of mind”), but it isn’t really true; yet I can be said to know it. Do I know that my friend is bald? Yeah, I know this, but it isn’t really true—he has some hair on his head, quite a lot in fact. Do I know that Smith is a damned fool? Yes, but it isn’t true that he is damned. Do I know that Hamlet was prince of Denmark? Sure, but it is not true that he was (look at the history books). Truth is stricter than knowledge, more demanding. In addition to this, not all knowledge is propositional; there is also knowledge of things (as Russell insisted). Knowledge of things by acquaintance is not knowledge of propositional truths; it is not propositional at all. Nor is knowing-how a bearer of truth. The concept of knowledge, in its full generality, is not necessarily tied to the concept of truth; that is the case only in certain cases not in all. To know that p is not necessarily to know that it is true that p, since in many cases p is not true. You can be said to know what is false, though it may have to be tied to something true; but that doesn’t make it true. The connection to truth is indirect, if it exists at all. If we wanted to retain the old style of definition, we would need to say something like, “X knows that p only if p is connected to some proposition q such that q is true”.

What is going on here? Why doesn’t knowledge precisely track truth? The answer lies in the function of both concepts. The concept of knowledge is used to assess someone’s epistemic credentials; the concept of truth is used to characterize the objective facts of reality. You can be said to know if you are a reliable indicator of reality, if only a rough indicator; a proposition is true if (but only if) it corresponds exactly to how things objectively are. Truth requires strict isomorphism (to borrow from Wittgenstein); knowledge requires a useful degree of fit. The latter is pragmatic, but the former is metaphysical (mathematical almost). Truth is formalizable; knowledge is humanistic. Truth is strict; knowledge is lenient. Knowledge is about passing the exam; truth is about how things really and genuinely are. You are not going to make any practical errors by believing the Sun rises in the east (even literally), but it is quite false to assert that the Sun rises in the east. Eyes aren’t truly windows, though talking this way shows you know how eyes function in human interactions. That is why we aren’t too pedantic in our attributions of knowledge, but we can become quite schoolmasterly if pressed about the truth. It really wouldn’t matter if all knowledge were of literal falsehoods, so long as the corresponding beliefs didn’t land us in too much trouble; but we would still insist that truth is truth and falsehood is falsehood. To take a classic example, you can know that the Battle of Hastings took place in 1066 even if, strictly speaking, it began in 1065 on New Year’s Eve. True, we can’t get too lax about knowledge, but we are laxer than we are about truth, more forgiving.

This bears on the question of ethical knowledge. The possibility of ethical knowledge is not hostage to a thick notion of ethical truth. You can be said to know ethical propositions without those propositions being true. They might have no truth-value, being logically imperatival, and yet they could still be known: we can say “he knows that stealing is wrong” without being committed to the (literal) truth of “stealing is wrong”. For knowledge is not necessarily truth-entailing, though it may be reliability-entailing. You can make inferences about the epistemic credentials of the person in question, but there is no requirement to infer the truth of “stealing is wrong”. You can even hold an error theory about ethical statements while accepting that people have ethical knowledge. A person can know it’s wrong to steal even if “stealing is wrong” is false as a statement of fact or a pseudo-statement. Ethical knowledge does not imply ethical truth (though there may well be such a thing). If we put this together with other criticisms of the true-justified-belief account of knowledge, we can say that “X knows that p” is consistent with “it is false that p, X does not believe that p, and X has no justification for believing thatp”.  These conditions are all too strong, though they may apply in many or most cases. Broadly speaking, they are too intellectualist. Not all knowledge is like scientific knowledge; some knowledge is more rough and tumble than that. Often all that is required is acquaintance with a suitable fact, not grasp of a literally true proposition. Propositional truth is strictly irrelevant to knowledge, broadly understood, as is language. Birds and bees know nothing of truth and propositions, yet they know.[2]

[1] I know, reader, you are skeptical—have I gone mad? False knowledge! But bear with me; the Earth once seemed self-evidently stationary.

[2] They perceive facts, record them in memory, and act on them, which is the essence of knowledge. Believing true propositions is strictly separate. Thus, you can know without believing truths. Humans see the Sun appearing in the east and remember what they have seen, thereby knowing where the Sun appears in the morning. They express this knowledge in the sentence “the Sun rises in the east”, with its accompanying proposition. This proposition is false, but that doesn‘t undermine their status as knowers of the relevant fact. Knowing facts is one thing, believing true propositions is another: see my “Perceptual Knowledge” and “Non-Perceptual Knowledge”.

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Experience and Naive Realism

Experience and Naïve Realism

Is there anything in sense experience that indicates the falsity of naive realism? For example, is there anything in sense experience that informs us that objects are not objectively colored? Or is it a matter of science and conceptual reflection? Do we know that naïve realism is false just by being subjects of experience, or is experience itself coy on the question? This is not an easy question, so let’s start with something simple and self-evident. Pain: is there anything about the experience of pain that tips us off that pain resides in us not in objects—that it is subjective not objective? Surely, there is: we feel pain in the body; we don’t perceive it in objects. My hand hurts not the rock that lands on it. Pain seems to me to be in me not in the external world independently of me. I am under no illusion about its location. I don’t need science or philosophy to convince me that naïve realism about pain is incorrect; it feels incorrect. You would have to be very naïve indeed to believe that pins have pain in them; pins merely have the power to produce pain in me. If our experience of color were like our experience of pain, we would never be naïve realists about color—and similarly for sounds, tastes, smells, and feels. Suppose colors were like pain: you experience them as in your body—you see your body change color depending on what’s in the environment. Your eyes are stimulated in such a way by a wavelength of light emitted by certain roses that your foot (say) turns red: those roses have the power to produce a certain color effect in or on your body. You don’t see the roses as red; they merely cause a part of your body to be seen as red. The redness is perceived in your body not in the roses, though you may describe roses with the word “red”, meaning that they have a red-producing power in relation to your body. No way would you be a naïve realist about red (sic) roses—you would have no inclination to ascribe redness to roses. Redness would be like pain—manifestly over here not out there. Am I right? You’re damn right I’m right. But this is not the situation with our experience of color: we do experience color as in the objects. Why we do is an interesting question, but it is indubitably so. We really are under the illusion that objects are objectively colored (assuming that naïve realism is false of color). Grass is not green though it sure as hell looks green. Doesn’t that settle the question? Phenomenology endorses naïve realism; it doesn’t contradict it. It is therefore eminently understandable that we are prone to accept naïve realism, even if we ultimately reject it on theoretical grounds. Naïve realism is the common sense of sense perception; it is what experience directly tells us, rightly or wrongly.

So, is there nothing in naïve experience that invites rejection of naïve realism? Is it impossible to scrutinize sense experience and see that naïve realism is false? I have tried the experiment: diligently I have attended to my experience and strained to discover a clue to the falsity of naïve realism. But I have come up with nothing (try it yourself). Experience seems stubbornly wedded to a false theory of perception. Strange, but true—why not make color perception like pain perception? Are all animals under the same illusion? Do we all hallucinate colors from dawn to dusk? Do we never see colors correctly? Our senses really ought to tip us off about the truth-value of naïve realism, but they refuse to—they insist on asserting a false theory. We can’t even surgically fix our eyes and brain to rectify the error; no one has ever perceived the color of roses in their body (or in their mind). No one perceives color as they perceive pain. However, this doesn’t mean that experience contains no other type of clue; there might be other facts about ordinary sense experience that tip us off about the truth of the matter. And I think there are—there are things that even a wee child will notice about its experience that give the game away. I will call the thing in question “variability-without-penalty” (VWP for short). Your senses can vary in the qualities they present without you running into trouble. Here we encounter the inverted spectrum, warm and cool water, taste variations, and the like: all these allow for subjective variations that are consistent with equality of bodily well-being. The same volume of water can be felt as varying in temperature without there being any difference in the condition of the body (your skin is not physically affected). It is not so with objective qualities: variations of shape do affect the well-being of the body, because shape is an objective feature of the environment that can cause damage to the body. We are all familiar with the subjective variations of water temperature that have no bearing on potential harm to the body. The reason for this is that the corresponding subjective qualities reside in us not the objective world; it doesn’t vary when we vary. Food tastes appetizing or unappetizing depending on our degree of satiation, so no one thinks that the appetizing quality of food is inherent in food; we don’t think the food must have changed when we lose interest in eating more of it. We don’t need sophisticated science or philosophy to inform us that food is not appetizing in itself but only relative to our needs and desires. Maybe we experience food as intrinsically tasty, but we know from elementary experience that this quality comes and goes according to us not the food in itself. But the same is not true of the chemical composition of food or its mass and volume. Ordinary daily experience gives us the information we need to accept that total naïve realism is mistaken. We are not fooled by the phenomenology of eating—or seeing, hearing, and touching. Experience tempts us into the naïve realist error, but it also provides the wherewithal to withstand the temptation. This is why people are so ready to accept that sensory qualities are in us not the world—they came to this conclusion long ago just by being sensing creatures. Experience itself is in error, but the experiencer is not; he knows better than to trust the immediate deliverances of sense perception uncritically. We are all natural-born critics of our own experience. We know quite well that it would be pretty stupid to sign on to naïve realism in its most naïve form. Just consider your experience of stepping into a swimming pool and gradually getting used to the water temperature; it didn’t change, you did–obviously. Similarly for your eyes adjusting to brightness when you wake up in the morning. Experience can be quite candid about advertising its subjective origins, despite its surface dishonesty—it’s like a liar who gives you the wink. Experience admits its own error.

There is another source of error correction: intersensory confirmation. You can check that your eyes are giving you the right shape of an object by touching it, but you can’t do the same with color. This, too, is completely familiar to even the most untutored of perceivers. It tells us that perceived shape is inherent in objects but perceived color is not. Likewise, we don’t put food under the microscope in order to determine whether it is appetizing or not, or stroke it. Sense-specificity is the mark of subjectivity. How could color be intrinsic to objects if it was only perceptible by one sense? Thus, we cut down the number and range of objective properties of things; we reject the multiplicity of properties recommended by our sense experience. Again, this is intellectually primitive stuff not university-level learning. It is quite wrong to think that science alone has taught us the falsity of naïve realism, or even that reflective common sense has; the lesson is present in the simplest of perceptual facts, available to any two-year old or chimpanzee (or shellfish). I like to think that the octopus has never been a benighted naïve realist: it knows that felt temperature depends (partly) on it not the surrounding water and that its tentacles can correct visual misattributions of shape and size. The wonder is that the senses insist on attributing subjective qualities to objective things, as if we will be fooled. The fact is that we live with what we know to be an illusion—the entire way we sense external objects. We know we are erroneous beings, error-prone in our most primitive means of knowledge acquisition. We know we live in a kind of deceptive sensory prison that we can’t escape—the prison of sensation. Pain doesn’t deceive us about its location, but our senses are constantly telling us lies about where the qualities it presents to us exist. We are essentially brains in a vat, victims of an evil demon, living in a dream world—prisoners of our own misleading sensorium (our lying eyes). We can’t find a way to sidestep it and confront reality as it actually is. But we know we are in a sensory prison; we are not deceived about that. Our jailors at least have the decency to inform us of our imprisoned state.[1]

[1] I think this position explains the peculiar ambivalence we feel about naïve realism, and our natural oscillation on the question. For we are, on the one hand, smitten with it by our senses (our windows on the world) and yet, on the other, wise to its blandishments. At every moment our senses relentlessly drum it in, but at the same time elementary experience contradicts it. We know it to be false, but our everyday consciousness is firmly committed to it. Our knowledge that it is false, attested by the simplest of experiences, can make no dent in our sensory constitution; it keeps on insisting that the world is replete with qualities we know it doesn’t possess. This is the uncomfortable and irremediable truth.

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Descriptions and Names

Descriptions and Names

The distinction between names and descriptions is not as sharp as we tend to suppose. We are prone to think that names are purely denotative (tags, labels) and descriptions are purely connotative (attributional, predicational), but actually the two overlap. If you favor a description theory of names, you are still up to your neck in names; and if you prefer to take names as primitive, you are still wallowing in descriptive content. There is no such thing as pure description or pure denotation. Pure description theories of descriptions are false, and pure denotation theories of names are false. Both are both. They are not mutually exclusive.

In the case of names, there are several kinds of descriptive content that they carry: a certain natural kind, male or female, family lineage, nationality, language spoken, social class, historical period, being called by the name in question, etc. A person named “Susan Smith” is thereby classified as a human being, female, of the Smith family, likely to be of British descent, a speaker of English, probably not upper class, born at a certain period of history, not nameless, and called “Susan Smith”. There are no names that are purely denotational (“logically proper names”), having no meaning apart from their bearer; that idea is a myth. And we all tend, as users of names, to know these descriptions, or someone in the linguistic community does. They also play a role in fixing the reference of the name—they tell you who or what is in question. They are not purely decorative; they have a semantic function. No one has ever spoken a language in which the names lack such descriptive content. We might even say that names necessarily have such content; it is essential to their being names. The whole institution of names, from baptism to burial, womb to tomb, is steeped in these connotations. Names have sense as well as reference; they contain information. It is not possible to analyze them by means of descriptions that don’t express this sense. Their meaning is not exhausted by their bearer. They are not semantically simple.

Why do I say that descriptions are always name-involving? Two reasons: one, they often contain proper names, and two, the predicates they contain are themselves name-like. Thus “the capital of France” and “the cat in the corner”.  They need to contain names because we don’t typically have purely general descriptions to hand (like “the first dog born at sea”), since we often lack that kind of individuating knowledge; and terms like “cat” are precisely names of natural zoological kinds. They are not, on their face, definite descriptions of the denoted natural kind. Also, adjectives and artifact terms are name-like: “square”, “blue”, “table”, “television”. These all stand for (denote) some attribute or kind of thing: they are classified as “common names”. Naming is not restricted to names of concrete individuals; we name qualities and kinds as well as particulars. So, descriptions don’t dispense with names; they depend on names. You don’t get rid of names by replacing them with descriptions, because the description will contain further names, particular or general. The idea of a purely descriptive name-free language is also a myth. Actually, all language depends on names; we can’t eliminate names and replace them with descriptions, because descriptions are made of names. If we can’t make sense of names, we can’t make sense of language. Language consists of names (“and” is the English name for logical conjunction).

Thus, names are inherently descriptive and descriptions are inherently nominative. The distinction is bogus. Every word of a natural language is both descriptive and nominative—a description and a name. Sense and reference, denotation and connotation, intension and extension. Meaning is inherently connotative and denotative simultaneously. There can’t be theories that are connotational but not denotational or vice versa. Language relies on both working together. The quest for a theory that is purely one or the other is quixotic. The words “Susan Smith” and “navy blue” work in much the same way—both are descriptive names of something (a person or a quality). The name-description distinction, as commonly understood, is an untenable dualism.

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Nabokovian Mysterianism

Nabokovian Mysterianism

I came across the following passage in Brian Boyd’s weighty biography of Nabokov: “Space, time, the two prime mysteries. The transformation of nothing into something cannot be conceived by the human mind.”[1]Two points stand out here. First, he regards space and time as the two prime mysteries—not consciousness and free will, say. That is, the non-mental universe presents the greatest of mysteries. And not just time but space too. Second, he regards the mystery as a function of the human mind; he doesn’t think that the transformation of nothing into something is intrinsically miraculous or contrary to nature. He believes the mystery is subjective not objective. He follows this brief statement with this: “The torrent of time—a mere poetical tradition: time does not flow. Time is perfectly still. We feel it as moving only because it is the medium where growth and change take place or where things stop, like stations”. Time is not growing or changing; it exists all at once, changelessly. This is hard to understand: our conception of time is closely tied to our experience of it. Yet Nabokov seems convinced that time is objectively static and fixed. In these remarks I perceive the authentic mysterian spirit. The author of Lolita was a member of the school of mysterians.

[1] Vladimir Nabokov: The American Years, p.379. It comes from a note written in 1959. When I was nine and not far along in my philosophical studies Nabokov was formulating the position I would later come to adopt.

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Descriptions in Disguise

Descriptions in Disguise

One might have thought that the description theory of names had been bashed enough; I propose to bash it some more. It hasn’t been bashed from every angle; indeed, it positively invites further bashing, given its audacity. The theory is quite disrespectful to names, insinuating that descriptions are the superior semantic citizen. We can break the question down into three parts, corresponding to three locutions that crop up in these investigations: disguise, synonymy, and abbreviation. Names are said to be disguised descriptions, synonymous with descriptions, and abbreviations of descriptions—are any of these statements true? Each locution denotes a two-place relation: are names and descriptions really related by these relations? I am not discussing the usual questions of speaker knowledge, referential rigidity, and scope distinctions; I am focusing on the correct characterization of the relation between names and descriptions—is it one of disguise, synonymy, and abbreviation?

First, disguise: is it true that a name is a description in disguise? This implies that you might be fooled by a name into thinking it is not a description when it really is one. It doesn’t look like a description, but we are told that it is one. But how is that possible given the theory? For synonymy is not open to the possibility of disguise: if “a” is synonymous with “b”, then anyone competent with both expressions will know that they are synonymous; it will be quite self-evident. If you know what “bachelor” means and you know what “unmarried man” means, then you know a priori and with certainty that they are synonyms; you can’t wonder whether they are. But you can wonder whether the name “Plato” is synonymous with the description “the teacher of Aristotle”—that is why it is a philosophical question whether it is. So, the name can’t be a description in disguise, because then it would be an open question whether the name is synonymous with the description; but it can’t be an open question if they are really synonyms. The two ideas are inconsistent. And how is the disguise supposed to work—is it like some sort of mask? How does a description disguise itself as a name—that is, how does the meaning of a description disguise itself as the meaning of a name? Does it pretend to belong to a different semantic category by curling up into a ball or by wearing a different outfit? The whole notion of disguise here is pure metaphor. How can meanings come in disguises? If they do, they can escape detection and pass for another kind of meaning; but that is incompatible with the description theory, which insists on synonymy. Synonymy is transparent, but disguise is opaque. And don’t say the disguise takes the form of a different word, because that is true of ordinary synonyms, which are semantically transparent. Theorists have opted for the word “disguise” because names are plainly not ordinary synonyms of descriptions, so they need to introduce some machinery to explain this fact. Are there any bona fide cases of semantic disguise in language—cases in which we would all agree that one kind of expression is disguising itself as another? Not that I can see; the idea is manifestly ad hoc. The word “bachelor” is not a simple noun that acts as a disguise for the adjective-noun combination “unmarried male”; there is nothing misleading or deceptive about it. We don’t have to rip off the disguise to reveal the synonymy.

Second, synonymy itself: are names and descriptions synonymous? We know about the counterexamples that have been produced against this claim (Kripke et al), but there is another way to question it. The relation of synonymy is symmetrical, so descriptions must be synonymous with names, actual or possible. So, why don’t we have name theories of descriptions? The description means the same as the name (suppose we started with a direct reference theory of names). Then we would have a non-descriptive purely referential theory of the meaning of definite descriptions! Dialectically, we have begged the question against the direct reference theory. But there is this further point: why aren’t all descriptions synonymous with names not just some? For every name there is a corresponding description (allegedly), but why not conversely? There could be if speakers wanted it that way—just introduce one! The name is really always loitering in latent form, waiting to be recognized; the semantic category of names is implicit in the semantic category of descriptions, in virtue of the alleged synonymy. But that seems implausible: names look like a genuine enrichment of the semantic resources of a language. And why bother with the category of descriptions if you already have the category of names that are synonymous with them? Surely, we are dealing with two distinct categories of expression. Descriptions are not disguised names! Why are some descriptions synonymous with (existing) names while some are not? That is puzzling under the description theory.

Now we reach the nub of the description theory of names: names are said to abbreviate descriptions. The disguise comes from this because an abbreviation doesn’t look or sound like what it abbreviates; and the reason names don’t exist for every description is that speakers don’t need convenient abbreviations for all descriptions. Names exist in the presence of descriptions because they are a handy condensation of their lengthier brethren. It is a pragmatic matter. Names are not semantically useful—there is nothing they can do semantically that descriptions can’t do better–but they are pragmatically useful. That is the reason for the apparent difference, and the excuse for the metaphor of disguise. But this is a terrible idea—absolutely pathetic, in fact. There are two points, both perfectly obvious, yet devastating. First, names are not syntactically or orthographically or aurally abbreviations of descriptions—they look and sound nothing like descriptions. The name “Mike” is an abbreviation of “Michael”, but it is not an abbreviation of “the guy who owns the local pawn shop”; it is a distinct expression entirely. Second, names are not always shorter than descriptions, and certainly not necessarily shorter: people sometimes have long names! Even when they are relatively short people sometimes prefer to use a description, because it is more informative. Names are not short forms of descriptions in any meaningful sense. This is just a lazy label cooked up to paper over a glaring weakness in the description theory, namely that names are nothing like descriptions syntactically. We concede too much to the description theory if we let this patch-up job pass.

There is a more general point to be made: if a description theory of demonstratives is incorrect and seldom advocated, why should a description theory of names be thought compulsory? Names are naturally akin to demonstratives, so why not group them with demonstratives instead of descriptions? Neither type of expression requires extensive knowledge of the referent; names are commonly introduced via a demonstrative (“this child”); and context plays an important role in both cases—so why not align these two categories semantically? This is a semantic natural kind, unlike the natural kind of definite descriptions, which belongs with indefinite descriptions and other descriptive devices. It would surely be highly implausible to suggest that a demonstrative like “that man” is synonymous with some description referring to the person’s famous deeds or some such. Does “he” as uttered on an occasion mean “the guy drinking a martini”? So, it is a reasonable challenge to the description theorist to explain why he insists on that theory for names but not for demonstratives. There are clearly more referential devices in natural languages than those provided by the definite description, which anyway seems destined for a Russellian paraphrase and doesn’t refer at all. Enough bashing.[1]

[1] Why is that in philosophy all the best theories are false? The description theory is a nice theory, but it is riddled with problems. Likewise, materialism is an excellent theory, if it weren’t for the falsity. Ditto for emotivism, nominalism, panpsychism, phenomenalism, and all the rest.

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Most Influential Philosopher

Most influential Philosopher

I will restrict this question to recent philosophers. It not an easy question, because influence is hard to measure or estimate; and it varies over time, sometimes quite dramatically. It is certainly not me, not by a long chalk. There are the usual suspects, whom I do not need to mention. After giving it some thought, I am going to nominate Jerry Fodor. I think he overturned Wittgensteinian orthodoxy, or what remained of it. He destroyed behaviorism (preceded by Chomsky). For my money, Saul Kripke comes second: his influence was no doubt massive, but he didn’t destroy a whole school of thought—and Fodor kept at it, relentlessly. He also changed the way philosophers write (not always for the best). David Lewis had some influence, but it wasn’t so widespread. So did John Rawls, but it was limited to political philosophy. Thomas Nagel re-introduced depth to philosophy, and a concern with traditional problems. All these people had have had undeniable influence, but I think Fodor stands out, if not by a wide margin. I wonder what other people think.

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