Human beings are storytellers but that sometimes does us more harm than goodby Julian Baggini / November 5, 2018 / Leave a comment
At the football World Cup in Russia last summer, members of the England squad started parroting a kind of mantra. “As a team and a squad you want to write your own story and history,” said manager Gareth Southgate. “We said we wanted to write our own history,” captain Harry Kane dutifully repeated, while his team-mate Dele Alli duly told reporters “we want to write our own history now.”
For some time, academics and psychologists have been talking about the importance of narrative for making sense of the world and ourselves. It has now become received opinion that human beings are essentially storytellers: “homo narrans.” To be successful, political movements have to be able to tell a compelling narrative; to have a sense of identity we need a story of our own lives, and so on. When even football players have bought into this, we can be pretty sure we’ve reached “peak narrative.”
The problem is that while the narratives we like tell tend to be more like Hollywood movies, reality looks more like the work of a Beckett or a Pinter. In our autobiographical narratives, our own contribution to the writing of our lives tends to be exaggerated while the role of chance and accident gets downplayed. Our inconsistencies also get ironed out as we imagine ourselves to have a coherent set of beliefs and motivations when often we just act, the real reasons for our actions unknown to us. We also tend to see our lives as having distinct arcs, a series of actions directed at future goals which logically follow from each other. The more we tidy the tales we tell, the more they resemble works of fiction rather than truthful histories.
It’s easy to see why we do all this. Stories can be extremely powerful. The narrative impulse can help us in our attempts to bring more…