The case of the monastic clock and the invention of capitalism.
Fashioning an intellectual life is like unraveling a wooly sweater in reverse where instead of picking at a loose thread or two and witnessing the garment come asunder, one starts with sentence strands from a few books and knits these together to create from that growing ball of scholarly yarn, a suite of preoccupations and opinions that make up one’s worldview. There was a short period of time when I was in college when I checked this process and was determined not to read and instead get my information exclusively from oral sources and directly from experience. But the world was mute to me and my own thoughts were insufficiently intriguing so I broke down and became a voracious reader once again. There are still direct connections between the books I read in youth and those that are still important to me now – books that led to others in the domino-heap of a reading lifetime.
Several of the strands that set me off along my scholarly way I picked up in volumes at a small local library near my home in Templeogue on the Dublin south side which I visited sometimes daily a teenager. The work of Louis Mumford (1895 –1990) was one such significant discovery. Mumford was one of those writers whose prose, it seems to me, works like Icarus falling back from the skies, their flight through air is so daring, the thrill of what they are attempting is so seductive, and yet the glint of the sun so brilliantly frames them that it is hard to tell if their wings are intact or not – is this, one wonders, flight or falling? One rarely knows. This display is quite unlike the writer who gains the high ground by laborious clambering from foothold to foothold – charting a slow methodical course up the rock-face, and whom we can, if we care to, follow behind and with whom, ultimately, we can share the vista from atop the peak. The former Icarine writers eschew scholarly apparatuses, relying, as they do, upon the spectacle of the sky; the latter writers are replete with footnoted nooks and bibliographic crannies. Icarine writers are especially delightful to the youth, and when I discovered Mumford I knew I had found a writer who would mark me.
Fashioning an intellectual life is like unraveling a wooly sweater in reverse where instead of picking at a loose thread or two and witnessing the garment come asunder, one starts with sentence strands from a few books and knits these together to create from that growing ball of scholarly yarn, a suite of preoccupations and opinions that make up one’s worldview. There was a short period of time when I was in college when I checked this process and was determined not to read and instead get my information exclusively from oral sources and directly from experience. But the world was mute to me and my own thoughts were insufficiently intriguing so I broke down and became a voracious reader once again. There are still direct connections between the books I read in youth and those that are still important to me now – books that led to others in the domino-heap of a reading lifetime.
Several of the strands that set me off along my scholarly way I picked up in volumes at a small local library near my home in Templeogue on the Dublin south side which I visited sometimes daily a teenager. The work of Louis Mumford (1895 –1990) was one such significant discovery. Mumford was one of those writers whose prose, it seems to me, works like Icarus falling back from the skies, their flight through air is so daring, the thrill of what they are attempting is so seductive, and yet the glint of the sun so brilliantly frames them that it is hard to tell if their wings are intact or not – is this, one wonders, flight or falling? One rarely knows. This display is quite unlike the writer who gains the high ground by laborious clambering from foothold to foothold – charting a slow methodical course up the rock-face, and whom we can, if we care to, follow behind and with whom, ultimately, we can share the vista from atop the peak. The former Icarine writers eschew scholarly apparatuses, relying, as they do, upon the spectacle of the sky; the latter writers are replete with footnoted nooks and bibliographic crannies. Icarine writers are especially delightful to the youth, and when I discovered Mumford I knew I had found a writer who would mark me.
Now that I have been rereading
Technics and Civilization (1934), Mumford’s influential account of the
significance of the machine for culture, which I spent time with in my late
teens (I can’t say I read it all at that time – it is quite a tome and wearying
to the young mind, no doubt), I realize there are some sentences – like bolts
out of the clear blue sky – that have rattled about in my mind for three
decades or so. In poking around in the
secondary literature on Mumford, I see that those passages that excited me are
the ones that also made an impact on many of his more mature readers. And yet – this being the claim of this little
piece – since these spectacular statements are instances of Mumford’s Icarine
aerial acrobatics, it is hard to know how to fully evaluate their truth
claims.
In the significant opening
chapter of Technics and Civilization, Mumford itemized the cultural
preparations that cleared the way for the development and influence of “the
machine” over the past millennium.
Mumford identifies an especially interesting moment in these cultural
preparations. He says in relation to the
monastic rule of St Benedict (480–547) that: “Within the walls of the monastery
was sanctuary: under the rule of the order surprise and doubt and caprice and
irregularity was put at bay. Opposed to
the erratic fluctuations and pulsations of worldly life was the iron discipline
of the rule. Benedict added a seventh
period to the devotions of the day, and in the seventh century by a bull of
Pope Sabinianus, it was decreed that the bells of the monastery be rung seven
times in the twenty-four hours. These
punctuation marks in the day were known as the canonical hours, and some means
of keeping count of them and ensuring their regular repetition became
necessary.”
The use of the clock which
regulated the lives of the monks – there were as many as 40,000 monks at the
height of Benedictine times – was motivated by a “desire to provide for the
welfare of souls in eternity by regular prayers and devotions”, but clock-use
diffused away from the monasteries and eventually regulated the striking of the
bells in medieval urban centers, thus bringing “a new regularity of to the life
of workman and merchant.” So, order in
the monastery, with its orientation to the heavenly world rather than our own
bothersome one, was maintained by a mechanism, the monastic clock, the
application of which ultimately rippled out to become the metronymic pulse of
secular capitalism. In the industrial
age the ordering the hours of the day was momentous for working folk and their
overlords in synchronizing their lives to the needs of machines.
Now this observation of a link
between the Benedictine monasteries and the temporality of capitalism is
intuitive enough (despite the ironic flavour of the observation) and has been
repeated often. For instance in an early
review, E W Zimmerman identified this observation as an especially striking
one. Zimmerman clarified: “This account of the eotechnic period
[Mumford’s first stage in technological development dating from AD 1000 to
1800] of cultural preparation is a high-light in a book of unusual
brilliancy. Not only the evolution of
the time concept, but that of the space concept, of perspective, of
chronological sequence and similar concepts essential to modern thinking are
clearly developed.” A little later in 1946 Scott Buchanan, the
philosopher, in a reflection on the dawn of the Liberal Arts college observed:
“As Lewis Mumford points out in his Technics and Civilization, the rule of the
Benedictine monastery brought together for the first time in history the
intellectual and the worker, not only into one institution, but also into the
single soul of each brother.” Mumford’s
sparkling observation remained reportable throughout the last century and into
our own, showing up in Herbert Applebaum’s The Concept of Work: Ancient,
Medieval, and Modern in 1992 and even Bryan S. Turner’s The Blackwell Companion
to Social Theory in 2000. And lengthy
retrospectives of the book written later in the 20th century, by Mumford and
others again underscore the significance of this set-piece on the monastic
clock.
Now my point is not to challenge
the veracity of Mumford’s claim. No, the
claim seems all-in-all to be quite a reasonable one! After all, Alfred North Whitehead in Science
and the Modern World (1925) had already surmised that the monastic communities
provided a context in which the practical, the artistic, the technological and
the scientific mingled. However, the
claim that the Benedictine order founded capitalism is one that Mumford got,
not from Whitehead (though Whitehead is
listed in Mumford’s bibliography), but from the German economist and
sociologist Werner Sombart whose four volume Der Moderne Kapitalismus was
published in the 1920s. Or so it would
seem. However, it is hard to track, from
Mumford’s text, exactly what he regarded his debts to Sombart to be. In his bibliographical annotations (his rare
concession to academic formalities) he noted that Sobert’s modern capitalism
work “parallels the present history of technics, as the Mississippi might be
said to parallel the railway train that occasionally approaches the
banks.” Entertainingly, he goes on to
say that “While sometimes Sombart’s generalizations seem to me too neat and
confident… I have differed from his weighty scholarship only when no other
course was open.” So in the section on
the monastic clock Mumford refers to Sombart as “looking upon the Benedictines,
the great working order, as perhaps the original founders of modern capitalism.”
The specific suggestion of the
crucial role of the monastic clock in influencing capitalism seems to come from
Mumford, and is therefore is a deepening and a concretizing of the claim that
monastics invented capitalism. We might
assume that Mumford’s is purely a metaphorical device for implying that the
monastic regimen laid out the track that led us to the factory gates. However, it is pretty clear that Mumford
means to insist on a quite literal connection between the clock and industry
meant in its broadest cultural sense.
The problem in reading Mumford, though, is that he is, like many writers
in the environmental canon, an Icarine writer, and thus he sweeps down from the
upper ether with a compelling claim, but it is hard to establish whence the
claim came. And it is no easier to
discern by what mechanism did this state of affairs he described precisely came
to pass. So the link between the
Benedictines and capitalism is anchored in Sobert and perhaps Whitehead. The more specific claim that it is the clock
per se that was crucial to capitalism seems to be Mumford’s own and though it
is intuitively appealing, it nonetheless seems deductive and not based upon any
particular act of historical scholarship – at least it is not one that he has
revealed to us. In the text, as we have
seen, Mumford refers to the bull of the pope calling for the ringing of the
canonical hours. The ringing of the hours one can assume permeated the more
practical affairs of these assiduous monks.
The bells permeate into the towns, the clock permeates into the minds of
these urban denizens, and the clock, whose “‘product’ is seconds and minutes…
helped create the belief in an independent world of mathematically measurable
sequences: the special world of science.”
Voila! Capitalism!
The scheme that Mumford presented
by which the monastic clock transforms the world by rupturing our temporal
sense: wrenching it away the rhythms of nature, and attuning it to the
inorganic world of mechanism succeeds, I think, because it just sounds right,
but a reader will either “get it” or not having read the account Mumford gives
in Technics and Civilization. The claim is worked out a little more rigorously,
mechanistically, so to speak, in later scholarship. For instance Eviatar Zerubavel, a half
century after Mumford, reviews the influence of the Benedictines on the “Modern
Spirit of Scheduling” and more patiently comes to similar conclusions. There Zerubavel confirms that “It would
probably be impossible to maintain temporal regularity were it not for the
invention of the clock”, and then goes on to say that although “we do not go as
far as to claim that the clock “is the key-machine of the modern industrial
age" (Mumford, 1934: 14), it is difficult not to appreciate its unique social
role in modem Western civilization of the mechanical clock…”. After this Zerubavel meticulously lays out
his claims regarding the migration of Benedictine time to the workaday world of
calendars and schedules, (and we might add, Blackberry task lists, regular
faculty meetings, Sunday afternoon walks and so on.) The details need not detain us; the point is
that a statement dropped into our laps can in fact be supported even if Icarus
is not prepared to do that work for us.
Mumford makes a claim in the
1930s; it is echoed through the next three-quarters of a century, with
enthusiasm but with little inspection.
Subsequent scholarship confirms the broad strokes of his plausible
claim. But this is but one of the
spectacular Icarine claims in the book.
For instance, a few pages after the luminous passage on the monastic
clock passage, Mumford argues that by the dawn of the modern era, and largely
as a consequence of our new inorganic chronological sense, “[life] in all of
its sensuous variety and warm delight was drained out of the Protestant’s world
of thought: the organic disappeared.”
The implication of this he goes on to say was the birth of the “will to
dominate the environment.” [p43] That is, the will “to dominate, not to
cultivate, to seize power, not to achieve form”.
For environmentalists claims such
as these are part of the furniture of our worldview. There is a cottage industry of speculation
about how we humans have redirected ourselves away from nature and towards
mechanism and as a consequence have unraveling our world. Generally, these foundational, splashy and
influential ideas are under-inspected, often because they are echoed by writers
as beautiful in the arc of their flight as was Mumford. But the question is: are such statements
true? We are obliged to go beyond
Mumford to establish whether or not they are.
Big thanks to John Lynch for tracking down the Zerubavel paper for me.
[1]
E. W. Zimmermann Review: Philosophers Appraise the Machine Source: Social
Forces, Vol. 13, No. 1 (Oct., 1934 - May, 1935), pp. 145-149.
[2]
Scott Buchanan (1946) The Binding of Prometheus College Art Journal Vol. 5, No.
3 (Mar., 1946), pp. 186-193
[3]
Zerubavel, Eviatar (1980). "The Benedictine Ethic and the Modern Spirit of
Scheduling: on Schedules and Social Organization.". Sociological inquiry 50
(2), p. 157.
My knowledge is 10 to 12 years out of date but the archaeology conducted on St Kilda at the time and the environmental pollution caused by traditional farming practices, presented a very stark contrast to the popular notion of paradise lost.
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