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“Reading this book takes the reader on a journey through a thoughtscape that
starts on an individual level and takes us all the way ‘up’ to the entirety of
contemporary life. In this journey, Rick Iedema shows with a profound analyt-
ical precision the existential strength of ‘being moved’, being affected. Departing
from a life being shattered, the books exposes with the help of Spinoza, Sloter-
dijk, and others, the many layers and forms of ‘becoming’. While written during
the COVID-19 crisis and extreme bushfires literally next door the book is not
only a plea for new ‘structures of feeling’, but also for a new way of doing social
science research, as today’s complexity and pace of change are too intense to be
adequately captured and controlled by ponderous forms of analysis. Although
Iedema refuses (rightly so) to offer an alternative research model of how to
understand life and the world we live in, he does not leave us empty-handed.
His discussion at the end of the book about potentiation and anthropotech-
nics shows us the way towards personal and intellectual courage: one that allows
uncertainty and nurtures emergent kinds of sense and intelligence.”
—Jessica Mesman, Maastricht University, Maastricht, The Netherlands
Rick Iedema
Affected
On Becoming Undone and Potentiation
Rick Iedema
Health Faculities
King’s College London
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engender still more energy among people to come to grips with the expe-
rience of distress and harm, and to discuss otherwise unspeakable things
and unremembered feelings.
If I had an aim and a procedure, these were no longer to do with
where I started in academia: analysing and generalising about social-
organisational life. Rather, my aim and procedure became increasingly
focused on wanting to move people by engaging them with what had
moved (harmed) others. Increasingly, all I wanted to do was to enable
if not to oblige people to confront hitherto hidden things and get them
to say new and different things about their own otherwise taken-as-given
ways of being, doing and saying. If anything characterised my research it
was a hollowing out, a depletion of knowledge and expertise, in favour of
questioning, moving and wondering. This was also because I moved more
and more towards handing problems, deliberations, decisions and conclu-
sions over to research participants whose ways of addressing these difficult
things were so often interesting and surprising. Their energy made me
move away from the rigidities of social science (‘this finding is validated’;
‘my relations with participants are pre-determined’; ‘my researcher iden-
tity and my research practice are defined by these theories and methods’;
‘this critique is justified by this evidence’), and invent different ways of
doing social science.
Important milestones for me were Still & Costall’s wonderful (1991)
collection Beyond Cognitivism which I read in the 1990s. The papers in
this volume relieved me of any remaining psychologistic misapprehen-
sions: action is not the effect of thought; thought does not rule us. I
also read John Law’s (2001) After Method in the early 2000’s. I carried
that book in my back pocket ever since to remind me it was fine to
question and withdraw from the assumptions, procedures and method-
ologies that continued to define the direction of social science and the
context of my career. These books steered me on to all kinds of other
amazing writers that questioned methodological, theoretical and inter-
pretive dogmas (e.g. Shapiro, 2005). Perhaps they led me to my academic
fall-from-grace, my disciplinary exodus, my degeneracy. Mind you, degen-
eracy may sound bad, but, as I explain later in the book, degeneracy is a
kind of strategic-tactical opportunism that plays a critical role in individual
survival (Virno, 2004) and species evolution (Edelman, 2006). Degen-
eracy makes possible the shedding of non-critical practices, unwarranted
rules and ineffective assumptions. Degeneracy risks going without rather
than hang on to non-critical things. It reminds me of James’ definition of
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1 The word security derives from securis (Latin: axe) and secõ (Latin: to cut). Security
thus derives from the proto-technological act of ‘cutting off from’.
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A Note on Method
I leap across literatures and enjoy the creativity of the ideas and thoughts
I find there. This involves not necessarily following the rules of conven-
tional scholarship. For philosophers, the route to a reappreciation of the
present is through delving into the intentions of and relations among
philosophers’ writings: How should this or that be understood? What
evidence is there for believing that statement X means Y, or that author A
meant B? What do these things say and what don’t they say? My approach
in contrast is more one of going through philosophical corners and navi-
gating conceptual intersections at high speeds, if not recklessly ignoring
the existing road network altogether.
For their part, social scientists scavenge data in all kinds of formats,
personal accounts, audio/video recordings, large databases or any other
information in any other medium. They hold that data up as guarantor
for the legitimacy of their claims about recognisable and tangible forms
of life, using their analytical tools and discursive procedures to produce
findings and conclusions about the state of the present or the past, and
to make predictions about the future. The social sciences capture our
beings, doings and sayings. My work abandons much of this, other than
by drawing on brief vignettes that specify one person’s experience of
becoming undone. In doing so I scale the prevailing expectations of
science back and slow science down (Stengers, 2018). This gives me time
to engender more defensible and responsive ways of going on.
The humanities are now steeped in posthuman scholarship whose
(grand) narrative fixes on what exceeds human and ordinary life. Its prin-
cipal concern is to adjust the lenses through which we apprehend life
away from our personal crises and towards global crises, from human life
towards pan-organic and inorganic life. Posthumanities erase the personal
on account of its misapprehension that experience matters at all in a
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1 Transgressions 1
Descent into Greed 2
Child Sexual Abuse 3
Digital Surveillance 5
Academic Misconduct 6
Research Integrity 8
Clinical Incidents 10
Loss of World 12
The Monstrous 15
References 19
2 Affects 25
Affect as Practice 25
Vitalism—Active/Passive 31
Sense Modulates (or Exceeds) Meaning 39
Conclusion 41
References 41
3 Undoings 45
Undoing 46
Loss of Meaning 48
Effacing Self 60
Passivity 63
xi
xii CONTENTS
Conclusion 65
References 66
4 Prosociality 69
Introduction 69
Prosociality 72
Empathy 74
The Power to Be Affected 84
Being Moved as Sociopolitical Priority 86
Conclusion 90
References 91
5 Potentiation 97
Introduction 97
Being Moved: A Proximity that Requires Distance 99
The Ecstasy of Standing Outside 104
A Becoming of Becoming: Potentiation 109
What Keeps Us: The Ingenium 115
References 118
6 Conclusion 121
Looking Back and Looking Forward 121
Reprise 126
References 127
Index 129
CHAPTER 1
Transgressions
First, in almost every case, the conduct in issue was driven not only by
the relevant entity’s pursuit of profit but also by individuals’ pursuit of
gain, whether in the form of remuneration for the individual or profit for
the individual’s business. Providing a service to customers was relegated to
second place. Sales became all important. Those who dealt with customers
became sellers. And this confusion of roles extended well beyond front line
service staff. Advisers became sellers and sellers became advisers. (Hayne,
2019)
look at the NAB website page reveals a pervasive dull grey and author-
itarian font on the left-hand side of the image1 with the kitchen scene
squashed into the right-hand side of the picture, an awkward distance
between the man and the woman, dour black and grey jumpers and a
tense and trite symbolisation of ‘togetherness’. It’s not all good, yet.)
Organisations will portray their operations and aims as ethical and
professional, and as upholding these standards for everyone who works
in them and with them. Only in some circumstances will organisations
subject conflicts of interest and the affective dynamics that drive them to
scrutiny and confront them using the standards and principles inscribed
into their codes and policies. Oversight bodies tend to err on the side
of condoning rather than confronting questionable and transgressive
practices (The New Yorker, 2019). Thus, the Australian Securities and
Investments Commission (ASIC), a government body called into being
to monitor banking and finance industries, was found to have condoned
unacceptable banking and insurance practices and to have ignored a large
number of consumer complaints over several years (Hayne, 2019).
The Royal Commission into the Australian Banking Industry was
pushed through parliament against the will of the (then Turnbull-liberal)
government in power, thanks to the opposition party teaming up with
independent members of parliament. The Commission’s findings have
stunned even those who were convinced that there was a need for an
inquiry into banking practices.
1 In western forms of visual depiction, the left-hand side of the visual tends to portray
what is or was (the ‘given’), whereas the right-hand side portrays what will be or should
be (the ‘new’) (Kress & van Leeuwen, 1996).
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had been emerging in Australia for many years” (Royal Commission into
Institutional Responses to Child Sexual Abuse, 2017). The reference to
‘many years’ may remind the reader that this inquiry followed on from
the 1997 Report of the National Inquiry into the Separation of Aboriginal
and Torres Strait Islander Children from Their Families (‘Bringing them
home’) which outlined allegations of institutional sexual abuse of Aborig-
inal and Torres Strait Islander children (Wilson, 1997), a 2004 inquiry
whose report was titled Forgotten Australians: A report on Australians
who experienced institutional or out-of -home care as children, and a 2005
inquiry whose report was titled Protecting vulnerable children: A national
challenge.
Collectively, these reports make clear that child abuse in Australia was
and perhaps still is institutionalised. It took decades and decades for the
nation to confront this systemic destruction of children and take on the
pervasive mutual protection by and of perpetrators high up in these (often
prominent) institutions. The latest and most widely reported conviction
to come out of these inquiries was that of Cardinal George Pell in 2018
for acts committed several years earlier. At the time of his conviction, Pell
was officially employed at the Vatican. The Vatican.
The 2017 report’s Executive Summary starts with a section titled “A
National Tragedy”:
Digital Surveillance
Shoshanna Zuboff in her latest book The age of surveillance capitalism
(Zuboff, 2019) describes the exploitation of ordinary citizens by big
data companies such as Google, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. These
companies exploit what Zuboff calls people’s ‘behavioural surplus’: the
human features and conducts made available to these companies for
analysis and algorithmic computation through people’s use of phones,
search engines, social media and related technologies (Zuboff, 2019).
Zuboff likens this digitised data surveillance and extraction trend to early
twentieth-century totalitarianism. She warns us against its ultimate effect:
the hive, where humans are ruled by dysfunctional organisations who have
assumed full control of human nature and human future, and subjected
these to their capitalist priorities under the aegis of anodyne claims about
‘connecting people to friends and information’.
Zuboff’s verdict on the technologification and datafication of everyday
life is scathing. It is not OK, she writes, “to have our best instincts for
connection, empathy and information exploited by a draconian quid pro
quo that holds these goods hostage to a pervasive strip search of our lives.
It is not OK for every move, emotion, utterance, and desire to be cata-
logued, manipulated, and then used to surreptitiously herd us through
the future tense for the sake of someone else’s profit” (Zuboff, 2019: loc
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Academic Misconduct
The above accounts shine a light on how perversity may become deeply
institutionalised, officially sanctioned, and widely protected, even by
people outside the organisation in question. Misconduct is no longer the
preserve of the lone wolf. It colonises a whole ecology of willing players
and enabling resources. It is less particular individuals than that whole
ecology of transgression and subjection that defeats those at the receiving
end, even before they are pushed so hard that they might think of chal-
lenging it. If the accounts above describe extremes of institutionalised
wrongdoing, there are also all kinds of rather less visible transgression
that equally affect people’s lives and well-being. Academia is one such
site: one where learned subtlety manifests not just in elegant conclusions
and powerful discoveries, but also in advanced forms of wrongdoing and
harm.
Academia is in some respects like the church: an institution whose lofty
function and altruistic aims make it near enough impossible for a person
to contemplate its involvement in institutionalised wrongdoing and harm.
There are signs however that institutionalised dehumanisation in academia
may be more prevalent than is commonly known or admitted. Consider
this recent article published in The Guardian in 2019:
1 TRANSGRESSIONS 7
The reporter of the article goes on to note that “It is not clear how
many of the payouts relate to allegations of bullying, harassment or
sexual misconduct as many of the institutions were unable to disclose
why the NDAs were signed” (Murphy, 2019). We thus do not have a
view of the actual scale of wrongdoing in academia. To investigate this
lack of insight into institutionalised wrongdoing in academia, I wrote a
research grant in 2014 which aimed to explore academics’ experiences
with academic misconduct and universities’ handling of that misconduct.
My focus was not principally on sexual harassment and bullying but on
academic misconduct per se: plagiarism and falsifying of track records.
I was particularly interested in what Garfinkel called ‘degradation cere-
monies’ (Garfinkel, 1956): the subtler forms of ‘scientific’ intimidation
(the practices of belittling and/or marginalising others’ work), and ‘sci-
entific’ appropriation (the practice of not citing those who should be
cited and crediting others or oneself instead). To inject this grant with
additional muscle, I sought involvement from national academies, the
overarching national body representing universities, and from my own
university’s senior leadership. All declined. I binned the proposal, having
concluded that academia’s Lance Armstrong2 moment was yet to come.
2 Lance Armstrong won the Tour de France 7 times. He was suspected of using
performance-enhancing drugs for much of his career, but denied this all through his
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Research Integrity
People’s views about what is appropriate research rarely align, but you
would think that research activity generally and more or less adheres to
the few ground rules that typify the scientific vocation: honesty, respect,
accuracy, openness and precision. These ground rules apply across the
board, whatever science you practise, and whether you’re interested
in history, linguistics, psychology, engineering, medicine, accounting,
biochemistry or dentistry. People engage in research on the assumption
that colleagues will not move goalposts past the wrong side of these
academic ground rules. Generally, people engaged in academic research
are so busy thinking of research ideas, writing proposals, managing
projects and people, analysing and interpreting data, writing up research
and thinking of the next proposal, and so many of these things have to
run the gauntlet of colleague-scrutiny, that one would assume spending
time on finding out how to stretch these values and bend the rules would
seem like a waste of time at best and an absolute folly at worst.
But what if research integrity is not at all as self-evident as is gener-
ally assumed among researchers (Anderson, Shaw, Steneck, Konkle, &
Kamata, 2013)? What if the pressures on academics are producing off-
limits behaviours to meet their faculties’ expectations of 10 journal articles
and around the equivalent of their academic salary in income every year
(Hil, 2012)? In the light of the rising floor of these expectations being
about to hit the sinking ceiling of limited and more thinly spread funding
and shrinking career opportunities, should we not ask questions about
whether people’s research integrity might be tested, or perhaps even
compromised at times? Hil finds that “performance checkers now run
universities, meaning that the ever-diminishing chances of doing worth-
while research have been increasingly sidelined by the drudgery of having
to make money” (Hil, 2012: 132). This situation raises questions, surely,
about how long it will be until we arrive at the point now attained
by competitive sport, where pressure and ‘performance enhancement’
produced not just victories and glory, but also drug testing and athletes’
career and during an investigation mounted against him by the international doping
agency USADA. A 2012 USADA arbitration that established he had engaged in doping
ended Armstrong’s cycling career. He never contested the arbitration while continuing to
deny ever using drugs. Then, in a 2013 Oprah Winfrey interview, he confessed to always
having used doping because ‘he was a guy who wanted and expected to get everything’
(Macur, 2014).
1 TRANSGRESSIONS 9
fall from grace. Lance Armstrong’s fall took down much more than just
the man himself, to the point where now we suspect many athletes to
partake in doping when we hear of their extraordinary achievements and
frequent early deaths.
Like competitive sport, academic research has witnessed transgressions
of the code of research integrity and professional conduct, but these
academic transgressions have not yet reached public consciousness beyond
attention being drawn to the odd ‘bad apple’ (Faneli, 2009). Strategically,
academic research organisations where these ‘bad apples’ are employed
have not yet had to recuse themselves from the investigation of university-
internal academic misconduct given the risk of conflict of interest. At
present, it is not uncommon for notifiers of academic misconduct to be
sacrificed (Murphy, 2019), no amount of carefully crafted whistle-blower
protection and legislation notwithstanding (Lewis, Brown, & Moberley,
2014).
No doubt due to notifications of research irregularities via channels
other than those internal to universities, journal article retractions and
research ethics transgressions are on the rise globally (Corbyn, 2009,
August 20). To be sure, this rise in notifications and retractions has
motivated researchers from around the world to meet and negotiate
principles for governing research practice and conducting misconduct
investigations (e.g. http://wcri2019.org/). Individual nations now also
have their own agencies for monitoring research integrity: the US Office
for Research Integrity, the Australian Research Integrity Committee,
the Danish Committee on Scientific Dishonesty and the UK Research
Integrity Office. Few cases tend to be reported however to these agencies
(Anderson et al., 2013).
If research inaccuracy and falsification cases are reported, it is through
the public media targeting scandals (Sovacool, 2008). Only isolated
reports have appeared with evidence that research inaccuracy and falsi-
fication constitute a rather more pervasive or systemic problem (van
Kolfschooten, 2012). This situation where suspicion cannot be converted
into investigation let alone confirmation may be due to the fact that a clear
conflict of interest attaches to universities (where the researchers accused
of misconduct are employed) investigating internal misconduct. Not least,
this conflict is evident from the time it takes them to act on the notifica-
tions in question, and the manner in which such cases are ‘resolved’ (van
Kolfschooten, 2012). It is not in universities’ interest to advertise staff
transgressions to the world as this reflects negatively on the institution
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Clinical Incidents
This ‘academic’ tension between honesty and standing is apparent also in
another sphere of life: health care—yet another domain not commonly
associated with but frequently involved in inconceivable transgressions
against patients and families.
During the 1970s, Ivan Illich published a series of diatribes against
what he regarded as the institutionalisation of immorality. He targeted
the institutions of schooling (Illich, 1970) and medicine (Illich, 1976)
among others, which he saw as ‘conspiracies against the laity’ (Shaw,
1906). With regard to medicine, Illich wrote in the opening paragraph
of Medical Nemesis, that medical practice “has become a major threat
to health” (Illich, 1976: 1). Illich coined the term ‘iatrogenic’ to refer
to harm caused by or during medical intervention. Since then, the term
‘iatrogenic’ has been overtaken by more anglophone but no less sterile
expressions to refer to healthcare-caused harm, including ‘clinical inci-
dents’, ‘adverse events’, ‘sentinel events’, and, most non-descriptive of
all: ‘never events’.3
How often do clinical incidents happen, and how serious are they?
From April to June 2018 (3 months), England-based services (or at
least those clinical practitioners willing and prepared to do so) reported
a total of over 500,000 incidents into the NHS’s National Reporting
& Learning System (NRLS). From October 2016 to September 2017
(12 months), the NRLS clocked 434,562 incidents that caused a low level
of harm (according to the reporting clinicians), 52,536 incidents causing
moderate harm, 5,525 incidents causing severe harm and 4,449 incidents
The NHS is still failing to learn from the things that go wrong and has no
system to put this right. This must change. Even today, it is not possible
to say, categorically, that events similar to those which happened at Bristol
could not happen again in the UK—indeed, are not happening at this
moment. (Kennedy, 2001)
4 https://digital.nhs.uk/data-and-information/publications/statistical/hospital-acc
ident--emergency-activity/2017-18.
5 Snafu: ‘situation normal – all fucked up’.
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Loss of World
Let me change gears. I want to switch from discussing dysfunctional and
transgressive organisations to articulating what it feels like to become
caught up in organisational dysfunctionality and transgression. But I don’t
simply want to ask, What happens to people who get caught in the cross-
fire between upholding rules and offending powerful factions? Or, What
happens to people who insist on “speaking truth to power” (Wildawsky,
1 TRANSGRESSIONS 13
1979)? Rather, I want to ask, What defines the interests of those who
participate in the kinds of conflicts and transgression discussed above?
And, on a broader front, Do moral judgements of (dys)functionality and
attributions of transgression still apply given our contemporary circum-
stances have mutated out of “an explosion of complexity in the 20th
century” and a vanishing “capacity of hierarchy [and authority] to simplify
things” (de Vulpian, 2008: 14)? At the same time, I want to ask, To what
extent do these contemporary circumstances call for an alternative logic,
a different relatio-rationality, one that I now feel only becomes feasible
and tangible, paradoxically, through a ‘loss of world’ and a ‘becoming
undone’, on the part of those harmed (Grosz, 2011)?
Let me acknowledge first off that, having researched incident
(non)disclosure in health care for several years, I had thought that
services’ reluctance to disclose incidents was an effect that grew from
excessive power, moral weakness, complicitness, small-minded priorities
and negative expectations about the fall-out of transparency, inclusion and
openness. All these things were very easy to project onto both others and
The Other (i.e. the arrogant nurse; the disinterested doctor; the squirmy
manager). It was only when I became aware of the (non)disclosure of an
incident in my own organisation that I was confronted with a much more
complicated array of motivations for protecting and continuing ‘busi-
ness as is’ and defeating its challengers. These motivations defined and
animated a whole ecology of being, an impalpable, surreptitious network
of relationships, subtly-negotiated and invisibly-maintained commitments,
unquantifiable acts and untraceable decisions. Collectively, these revealed,
through their targeted destruction of what came in their path, their
unfathomable operations, their obduracy, their expediency.
2012: John discovers that a senior colleague (SC from here on)
fudged their track record to obtain project funding. Not once: more
than once. Not in a minor way. A major way. Books that didn’t exist.
Names that were changed around on books and articles to ensure
SC’s name came first and thus ‘looked better on paper’.
He reports this to management and hands over evidence of grant
proposals that were compromised by falsification. He thinks that for
him this is the end of the matter. He’s done his bit, now the rest
will be automatic. But what happens next is anything but automatic.
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The Monstrous
Always able to become different from itself, life has always been
monstrous. For this reason, Tarde saw “the normal” as “the degree zero
of monstrosity” (cited in Osborne, 2016: 195). Efforts to replicate the
normal as status quo in the face of monstrosity are equally monstrous.
In “seeking to fight evil, do good and protect the moral order, you
disrupt the boundaries of the very same moral order that you seek to
protect”, and “[f]ighting evil, you enact the very violence that makes
you evil” (Thanem, 2011: 4). We have all “been drawn into a sort
of complicity with … the monstrous” (Sloterdijk, 2016: 237). Think
of worldwide industrialisation and environmental destruction (Latour,
2018) or the datafication of human sociality (Zuboff, 2019) which are
effecting a “redistribution of subjectivity among humans and things”
(Sloterdijk, 2016: 243). At the levels of evolution, organisation and
sociation, everyone of us now participates in monstrous forms of life.
How was it that certain fashions, fads and trends seemed to spread
throughout populations with a rapidity that seemed to defy the action of
logic or rationality? How did certain fears and forms of hysteria, mania
and emotion spread such that they appeared to bypass rationality and
reason? What caused individuals in groups to behave in ways that might
perplex, bemuse or undermine their sense of themselves as subjects in other
contexts? What enabled certain individuals to command the obedience,
compliance, love and adoration of others, such that they would be exalted
and revered as charismatic leaders? (Blackman, 2013: 23)
6 Steinberg cautions that Spinoza himself was “not always especially careful to distinguish
‘affects’ from ‘affections’” (Steinberg, 2018: loc 37).
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CHAPTER I
TUBAL gave the key another quarter turn in the quoins and tested
the security of the type in the form with the heel of his grimy hand.
After which he shut his eyes very tight and ran his tongue carefully
over his upper teeth and clucked. Then, in the voice of one who
pronounces a new and wonderful thought he spoke:
“Simmy,” he said, “I dunno. Mebby so—mebby not. There’s p’ints in
favor and p’ints against.”
“I,” said Simmy with the cocksureness of his seventeen years, “am
goin’ to git through. Don’t ketch me workin’ for no woman.”
“She’s one of them college wimmin we’ve been readin’ about.”
“Makes it wuss. Wimmin,” said Simmy, who had given deep thought
to such matters and reached profound conclusions, “hain’t got no
business gittin’ all eddicated up. What they ought to study is cook
books. That’s what I say.”
“Calc’late she’ll be gifted with big words.”
“She’ll wear them kind of glasses,” said Simmy, “that’ll make you
think you’re lookin’ into the show winders of the Busy Big Store if you
come onto her face to face.”
“Simmy, I’ll tell you suthin’.... I’ll be fifty year old, come September,
and I hain’t never married one of ’em yit.”
“I hain’t never goin’ to marry, neither.”
“Shake,” said Tubal.
There ensued a silence while Tubal completed the locking of the
form and secured it on the job press.
“Well,” said Tubal for the hundredth time, “Ol’ Man Nupley’s dead
and gone.”
“Seems like he might ’a’ left this here paper to you ’n’ me that’s
worked and slaved fer him, instid of to this female nephew of
his’n....”
“Niece,” corrected Tubal. “No.... Ol’ Man Nupley wa’n’t fond of me,
but he didn’t owe me no grudge to warrant him wishin’ this thing onto
me. Say, we got out two issues since he passed away, hain’t we?
You ’n’ me—alone and unaided.... Gawd!” Tubal mopped his brow at
recollection of the mental anguish suffered in achieving this feat of
editorship.
“They was dum good issues,” Simmy said, pridefully.
Tubal was not without his pride in the accomplishment—a pride
tinctured with doubt which had been made acute that very morning
when he stopped in the post office for the mail. Certain of the
village’s professional humorists had greeted him with enthusiasm,
and quoted from his works with relish. Tubal had been very much put
to it for copy to fill the paper, and had seized upon every incident,
great or small, as worthy of mention, and as lengthy mention as he
could achieve. He had not used one word where there was a
possibility of enlisting two. For instance, after hearing it quoted, he
felt there was some defect in the style of the personal which stated:
Our fellow townsman, Herbert Whitcomb, has painted his
large and spacious and comfortable residence on Pine
Street near the corner with a coat of white paint. Herb did
the job himself, working evenings, but not Sundays, he
being a Methodist and superintendent of the Sunday
School. Many assembled to watch our Selectman and
tyler of the Masonic lodge (Herb) working at the job of
painting his residence, and thus, besides showing public
spirit in improving the general appearance of our village,
gave many something to do, there being no other
amusement in town. Good for you, Herb. That is the spirit
we like.
He had rather fancied the item about Jim Bagby, and considered he
had filled the maximum space with a minute piece of news.
Jim Bagby our prominent farmer and Democrat from north
of town, has been dynamiting out the stumps out of the
pasture lot that he has used to pasture cattle. Jim used for
the purpose the best and most powerful brand of dynamite
he could get and the numerous explosions of the
dynamite, each blast removing a stump out of the pasture,
could be heard the length and breadth of the village.
Dynamite, says Jim, is the thing to make the wilderness
blossom like a rose. Another year we hope to see the
pasture out of which Jim dynamited the stumps covered
with the verdure of potatoes or other garden truck.
Tubal recalled the mental anguish which went into the composition of
these and columns of other similar items, and solemnly renounced
forever the dignities of editorship.
“No,” he said, waggling his head gravely, “I calc’late Ol’ Man Nupley
done us a favor by leavin’ this sheet to somebody else.”
“She’ll be comin’ on the noon train,” said Simmy. “That’s when I quit.”
“I s’pose,” Tubal said, as he cocked his eye at a cockroach scurrying
across the floor, “she’ll favor Ol’ Man Nupley in looks. Seems like
that’s a cross heavier ’n any woman ought to bear.” He estimated the
rate of progress of the roach, and, as it were, brought down his bird
with a supremely skillfully aimed deluge of the juice of the weed. “If
wimmin is goin’ to insist on keepin’ on bein’ wimmin, they ought to
see to it you kin look at ’em without sufferin’.”
“Mebby she’s jest comin’ up to sell out,” said Simmy, hopefully.
“Sell? Sell this here rag?... Say!”
“Why not, I’d like to know?”
“Because,” said Tubal, “it owes about two hundred dollars more’n it’s
wuth ... and, now we lost the county advertisin’, it’ll owe a dum sight
more.”
He walked to the door which gave from the front of the shop to the
business and editorial office of the paper, and there he stood as if
upon some vantage point, surveying all that existed of the Gibeon
Free Press. What he saw was not especially inviting; nowhere was
an indication of that romance which is believed to lurk about the
business of disseminating news. The shop wore the haphazard look
of a junk yard, contented to recline and snore in dust and frowziness.
The room wore the air of a place where nothing ever happens and
where nothing is apt to happen.... Just inside the door squatted the
antiquated, limping cylinder press which gave birth weekly to the
Free Press, and which gave off with sullen brazenness the look of
overmuch child-bearing. It knew it was going to break down in the
middle of every run, and it had been cursed at so often and so
fluently that it was utterly indifferent. It was a press without ambition.
Of late years it had gotten into a frame of mind where it didn’t care a
hang whether it printed a paper or not—which is an alarming state of
mind for a printing press to be in.... Over to the right were shelves of
stock, ill sorted, dusty, dog eared at the corners where Tubal had
rubbed his shoulder against them in passing. Thin stacks of red and
blue board, upon which tickets for the Methodist lawn sociable or the
Baptist chicken dinner might be painted, lopped with discouraged
limpness over the edge of the shelving and said improper and
insulting things to the slatternly press. A couple of stones elbowed
each other and a case of type a little further back, and a
comparatively new (and unpaid-for) job press, whose paint still
existed even to shininess in spots, rather stuck up its nose at the rest
of the company and felt itself altogether too good for such society.
There was also a theoretical spittoon—theoretical because it was the
one spot in the room safe from Tubal’s unerring jets of tobacco juice.
These were the high spots arising from a jumble of rubbish which it
was easier to kick about from place to place than to remove
altogether.... Tubal waggled his head.
He turned to survey the business and editorial office, and found
nothing there to uplift his soul. There was a grimy railing of matched
lumber, inside which a table staggered under an accumulation of
exchanges and catalogues and old cuts brought in to pass the
evening of their lives as paper weights. An old black-walnut desk
with a bookcase in its second story tried to maintain a faded dignity
beside an old safe from which the combination knob had been
removed for fear somebody would shut and lock it, as once
happened, with disastrous results. On the wall hung a group picture
of the state legislature of 1882. One could have bedded down a cow
very comfortably in the waste paper on the floor.
“Simmy,” said Jake, solemnly, “she’s a hell of a messy place. Seems
like we ought to kind of tidy up some for the new proprietor—or
suthin’. No use, though. Hain’t no place to begin. Only thing wuth
cleanin’ up is the chattel mortgage Abner Fownes holds over the
place....” He turned and scowled at Simmy and smote his hands
together. “By Jing!” he said, “the’s one thing we kin do—we kin wash
your face. That’ll show.”
Simmy responded by jerking his thumb toward the front door, before
which two men had paused, one a diminutive hunchback, the other
an enormous, fleshy individual with a beard of the sort worn, not for
adornment, but as the result of indolence which regards shaving as a
labor not to be endured. The pair talked with manifest excitement for
a moment before they entered.
“Mornin’,” said Tubal.
“Mornin’,” said the corpulent one. The hunchback squinted and
showed his long and very white teeth, but did not respond verbally to
the greeting.
“Say,” said the big man, “seen the sheriff?”
“Why?” replied Tubal.
“’Cause,” said Deputy Jenney, “if you hain’t nobody has.”
“Since last night about nine o’clock,” said the hunchback in the
unpleasant, high-pitched voice not uncommon to those cursed as he
was cursed.
“He got off’n the front porch last night around nine o’clock and says
to his wife he was goin’ out to pump him a pail of fresh water. Didn’t
put on a hat or nothin’.... That’s the last anybody’s seen of him. Yes,
sir. Jest stepped into the house and out of the back door——”
“Mebby he fell down the well,” said Tubal, helpfully.
“His wife’s terrible upsot. I been searchin’ for him since daybreak, but
not a hide or hair kin I find—nor a soul that seen him. He might of
went up in a balloon right out of his back yard for all the trace he’s
left.”
“What d’ye mistrust?” asked Tubal.
“You hain’t seen him?”
“No.”
“Well, say, don’t make no hullabaloo about it in the paper—yit.
Mebby everything’s all right.”
The hunchback laughed, not a long, hearty laugh of many haw-haw-
haws after the fashion of male Gibeon, but one short nasal sound
that was almost a squawk.
“Might be,” said Simmy, “he sneaked off to lay for one of them rum
runners.”
“What rum runners?” said the hunchback, snapping out the words
viciously and fixing his gimlet eyes on the boy with an unblinking
stare.
“The ones,” said Simmy, with perfect logic, “that’s doin’ the rum
runnin’.”
“Hum!... Jest dropped in to ask if you seen him—and to kind of warn
you not to go printin’ nothin’ prematurelike. We’ll be gittin’ along,
Peewee and me.... Seems mighty funny a man ’u’d up and
disappear like that, especial the sheriff, without leavin’ no word with
me.” Deputy Jenney allowed his bulk to surge toward the door, and
Peewee Bangs followed at his heels—a good-natured, dull-witted
mastiff and an off-breed, heel-snapping, terrier mongrel....
“Well,” said Tubal, “that’s that. I hain’t mislaid no pet sheriff.”
“Mebby,” said Simmy, with bated breath, “them miscreants has
waylaid him and masacreed him.”
“Shucks!... Say, you been readin’ them dime-novel, Jesse James
stories ag’in.... Go wash your face.”
In the distance, echoing from hill to hill and careening down the
valley, sounded the whistle of a locomotive.
“On time,” said Tubal.
“And her comin’ on it,” said Simmy.
From that moment neither of them spoke. They remained in a sort of
state of suspended animation, listening for the arrival of the train,
awaiting the arrival of the new proprietor of the Gibeon Free Press....
Ten minutes later the bus stopped before the door and a young
woman alighted. Two pairs of eyes inside the printing office stared at
her and then turned to meet.
“’Tain’t her,” said Tubal.
Tubal based his statement upon a preconception with which the
young lady did not at all agree. She was small and very slender.
Tubal guessed she was eighteen, when, as a matter of fact, she was
twenty-two. There was about her an air of class, of breeding such as
Tubal had noted in certain summer visitors in Gibeon. From head to
feet she was dressed in white—a tiny white hat upon her chestnut
hair, a white jacket, a white skirt, not too short, but of suitable length
for an active young woman, and white buckskin shoes.... All these
points Tubal might have admitted in the new owner of the Free
Press, but when he scrutinized her face, he knew. No relative of Old
Man Nupley could look like that! She was lovely—no less—with the
dazzling, bewitching loveliness of intelligent youth. She was
something more than lovely, she was individual. There was a certain
pertness about her nose and chin, humor lurked in the corners of her
eyes. She would think and say interesting things, and it would be
very difficult to frighten her.... Tubal waggled his head, woman-hater
that he was, and admitted inwardly that there were points in her
favor.
And then—and then she advanced toward the door and opened it.
“This is the office of the Free Press, is it not?” she said.
“Yes ’m. What kin we do for you?”
“I’m not sure. A great deal, I hope.... I am Carmel Lee—the—the new
editor of this paper.”
In his astonishment Tubal pointed a lean, inky finger at the tip of her
nose, and poked it at her twice before he could speak. “You!... You!”
he said, and then swallowed hard, and felt as if he were unpleasantly
suspended between heaven and earth with nothing to do or say.
“I,” she answered.
Tubal swung his head slowly and glared at Simmy, evidently laying
the blame for this dénoûement upon the boy’s shoulders.
“Git out of here,” he whispered, hoarsely, “and for Gawd’s sake—
wash your face.”
Simmy vanished, and Tubal, praying for succor, remained,
nonplused, speechless for once.
“Is that my desk?” asked Miss Lee. “Um!...” Then she won Tubal’s
undying devotion at a single stroke. “I presume,” she said, “you are
foreman of the composing room.”
He nodded dumbly.
“You—you look very nice and efficient. I’m glad I’m going to have a
man like you to help me.... Is it very hard to run a real newspaper?”
“It’s easy. You hain’t got any idea how easy it is. Why, Simmy and
me, we done it for two issues, and ’twan’t no chore to speak of!...
Where’s that Simmy?... Hey, Simmy!”
“He went,” said Miss Lee, “to wash his face.... Now I think I shall go
to the hotel. It’s next door, isn’t it?... After I have lunch I’ll come back,
and we’ll go to work. You’ll—have to take me in hand, won’t you?...
Is this a—a profitable paper?”
“By gosh! it will be. We’ll make her the doggonedest paper ’n the
state. We’ll——”
“Thank you,” said Miss Lee. “Right after lunch we’ll start in.” And with
that she walked daintily out of the office and turned toward the
Commercial House.... Tubal gave a great sigh and leaned on the
office railing.
“Has she gone?” came a whisper from the shop.
“You come here. Git in here where I kin talk to you.”
“Here I be.... Say, when do we quit?”
“Quit? Quit what?”
“Our jobs. We was goin’ to. You ’n’ me won’t work for no woman?”
“Who said so? Who said anythin’ about quittin’, I’d like to know. Not
me.... And say, if I ketch you tryin’ to quit, I’ll skin you alive.... You ’n’
me, we got to stick by that leetle gal, we have.... Foreman of the
composin’ room!... By jing!... Perty as a picture.... By jing!”
“Say, you gone crazy, or what?”
“She’s a-comin’ back right after lunch. Git to work, you. Git this office
cleaned up and swept up and dusted up.... Think she kin work
amongst this filth.... Git a mop and a pail. We’ll fix up this hole so’s
she kin eat off’n the floor if she takes a notion.... Simmy, she’s goin’
to stay and run this here paper. That cunnin’ leetle gal’s goin’ to be
our boss.... Goddlemighty!...”