JANE BROX’S NEW BOOK: SILENCE

SILENCE BY JANE BROX

Jane Brox has written, elegiacally, of growing up on her family’s Massachusetts apple farm in “Here and Nowhere Else,” “Five Thousand Days Like This One,” and “Clearing the Land.” Her non-fiction book on the evolution of artificial light is the aptly-named “Brilliant.”

Her newest work—fitting for Lent—is called “Silence: A Social History of One of the Least Understood Elements of Our Lives.”

The first takeaway (perhaps unintended) is a new awareness of the hideous tortures imposed by humans upon other humans in the name of “correction.”

Brox opens with Philadelphia’s Eastern State Penitentiary, established in 1829 as an experiment in prison rehabilitation. Each cell was essentially what we would today term a SHU (Special Housing Unit “[D]uring the period of their confinement, no one shall see or hear, or be seen or heard by any other human being,” ran a portion of the prison’s mission statement.

Inmates at Eastern State and a similar institution, Auburn State Prison in Maine, were not allowed to communicate with each other, to talk at all, ever, or to make any kind of noise for years on end at the threat of being publicly lashed, thrown into a lightless dungeon, or in one case having a metal bit thrust into his mouth with such force that the prisoner died within the hour (after which the warden was exonerated of all wrong-doing).

Women “scolds” in Puritan times were whipped, branded or subjected basically to waterboarding. Brox describes a Catholic boy’s reform school in Rome, circa early 1700’s, toward which today Child Protective Services and the police would be sprinting with warrants.

Examples of this punitive, enforced silence are juxtaposed with the “silence” of monasteries, convents, and cloisters, peopled by those who for the most part have chosen to be there

Interestingly, however, Brox refuses to hold that all “punivite” silence is bad, and all monastic silence is good.

Predictably perhaps, she writes glowingly of Thomas Merton, a monk whose contemplative life made him a figure of international fame. More interesting to me was Eugenia Ginzburg (1904-1977), a mother, wife, educator, and Communist journalist who was caught up in the Stalinist purges starting in 1934. She spent two years in a tiny prison cell, some in solitary confinement, then 18 at hard labor in the Siberian gulag. In her memoir of that time, “Journey Into the Whirlwind,” she wrote:

“When a human being is isolated from the ‘rat-race’ of the everyday life, he achieves a kind of spiritual serenity. Sitting in a cell, one no longer has any call to pursue the phantom of worldly success, to play the diplomat or the hypocrite, to compromise with one’s conscience. One can immerse oneself in the lofty problems of existence, and do so with a mind purified by suffering.”

Then again, many prisoners sentenced to such extreme confinement and isolation go insane. Moreover, monastic silence as well can become “distorted,” “restrictive,” a “muteness” rather than a communication.

Whatever the case, for extreme introverts, or those extra-sensitive to noise, today’s world can seem its own kind of prison cell. Our dwindling wilderness is ripped apart by the abrasive roar of airplanes, ATV’s, and snowmobiles; our urban days by leaf blowers, our middle-of-the-night musings by screaming jacked-up motorcycles the very purpose of which, apparently, is to disturb the world’s peace.

Cultivating silence may not be a stand-alone virtue. But as the Swiss writer Max Picard observed, “Silence…stands outside the world of profit and utility.”

In fact, I have a theory that the longevity of any given man-made monument is directly proportional to the noise level required to build it. Think of the Pyramids, Stonehenge, medieval abbeys. Then consider our own LACMA which is now razing four “aging” buildings (built barely 50 years ago), and erecting new ones, you can be sure with the aid of excavators, bulldozers, backhoes, trenchers, scrapers, and all other manner of behemoth earth-moving vehicles aimed to strike fear and loathing into the silence-loving heart.

Of her own longing for silence, Brox writes: “I know one thing for certain: silence will not present itself unbidden amidst the noise of the world. If I want it, I have to make space for it and there is always a choice to make that space…The decision to seek silence is the beginning of the encounter, with all its attendant hopes and destabilizations. And in our time now, every decision in favor of silence is profound, even if it involves no more than deliberately turning away other things for hours or days in a week.”

From Reading Gaol, where he served two years for gross indecency, Oscar Wilde observed: “Suffering is one long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons…It seems to circle round one centre of pain…For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.”

That’s true of our suffering whether we’re in or out of prison. Whatever our situation, we can hold in prayer all those who, craving human company, are sentenced to silence; and all those who, craving a moment of silence, are sentenced to ceaseless noise.

2 Replies to “JANE BROX’S NEW BOOK: SILENCE”

  1. I loved this article. I have 7 kids and it's since having children silence is so precious to me, I actually never listen to music or radio or TV if I am able… I just find peace and quiet so soothing. Loud noise is very grating when you've become adjusted to silence and my husband just doesn't understand when I am really disturbed by the loudness of the world. People think that there is something wrong with you if you just want solitude and quiet and don't enjoy loudness…I feel closer to God in the quietness and can hear Him much better too.

    1. Thank you, Angela! Oh wow, 7 kids, and a lover of silence as well…I do think there is a little sub-world of people who both crave silence and are super-sensitive to noise. In this culture, it's like having a chronic illness, a little constant cross to lug around…the subject has been much on my mind so I might work up a post in the next week or two–anyway, together in spirit, sister!

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