Wit
and Conversation
What,
first of all, is wit?
Included
among Webster's definitions: The ability to make lively, clever
remarks in a sharp, amusing way.
And
again, in the old Collegiate version: Wit suggests the power
to evoke laughter by remarks showing verbal felicity or ingenuity
and swift perception especially of the incongruous.
Here's
Lord Chesterfield on wit:
Ready
wit may create many admirers, but take my word for it, it makes
few friends. It shines and dazzles like the noon-day sun, but,
like that too, is very apt to scorch, and therefore is always
feared...Never seek for wit; if it presents itself, well and good;
but even in that case let your judgement interpose, and take care
that it be not at the expense of anybody.
And
again:
If
God gives you wit, which I am not sure that I wish you, unless
he gives you at the same time an equal portion at least of judgement
to keep it in good order, wear it like your sword in the scabbard,
and do not brandish it to the terror of the whole company...Wit
is so shining a quality that everybody admires it, most people
aim at it, all people fear it, and few love it, unless in themselves.
There
is a reason wit is likened to swords, because it can be wielded
as a weapon. It, like fencing, requires speed, the skill of instant
assessment: the fencer of the opponent's defense and offense,
the wit not just of the target but of the listeners. The fencer
as well as the wit has style, that is, does not bludgeon the opponent
but skewers neatly, often with grace. Wit, as well as a good sword
match, can be a pleasure to watch--so long as one is not the target.
But of course for another wit, there is pleasure in the challenge,
of the match of skill.
Some
maintain that wit is the province of the upper class. I don't
think so. Upper class wit is the province of the upper class.
Now, if the beholder admires what he or she acknowledges as the
upper class, that is, something above one that one aspires to,
then one emulates the manners of that group--and admires its wit.
But wit exists in all groups, wherever they are perceived on
any given social scale. Likewise, wit can be used against those
trying to climb, but it also can be used at those who assume superiority--a superiority unacknowledged by those supposedly
below. Wit can be exclusionary, or inclusive. In other words,
wit can be a great leveler, and it is both admired and feared
because it can be wielded without physical exerition yet the impact
is often likened to a grenade.
It
seems to me there are many types of wit. There is punning repartee,
but this is almost always verbal wit, topical in nature, and usually
without wisdom or insight. It isn't memorable, unless the the
context itself is memorable. A literary example of this kind of
wit, which grows tiresome fast, is in the company gathered at
the Rochester home in Jane Eyre. Verbal wit, we discover
when reading about sixtheenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth century
wits (as well as those later) was almost always topical, thus
the witty comment worked at the time, the place, and in the style
of its delivery. This kind of wit has been rarely written down,
and except for a very few exceptions, most examples don't wear
well. Verbal wit seems to have been largely exclusionary: the
chuckle of the in-group at the expense of those who want to be
in.
Wit
in literature is not confined to cruelty at the expense of others,
though there are plenty of examples of cruel wit, usually without
context, that have endured. (See quotations from the Algonquin
Table lunches.) Wit with insight is entertaining and illuminating,
especially when the point is made against the worthy target, instead
of merely the weak. When I think of modern examples, the first
to my mind is Tom Wolfe. He's exceedingly witty about the follies
of modern society. Oscar Wilde's plays glitter with wit at the
expense of his own society's foibles. It's interesting to
note, though, that a good many of his witty epigrams are predicated
on shared assumptions about the differences between men and women.
Some of those differences--one can be thankful--are no longer
true, rendering one-time wit into mere curiosity.
What
draws Mr. Darcy to Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice
is her mesmerizing ability to combine wit and compassion in her
conversation. Her wit is ironic at the expense of the hypocrite,
the pompous, the fool. Her compassion is expended fearlessly on
behalf of the defensible: the honest, the steady, loyal, loving,
kind. Image, metaphor, Classical allusion, all of these are the
compost that bring forth the flowering of wit.
Wit
sparks off shared cultural assumptions and references--what the
semioticiams call signposts. In Austen's day, the references included
a heavy reliance on the classics--by which I mean Greek and Latin
writers--which makes them seem impossibly erudite to modern readers.
Not so at the time; all but the most superficial educational systems
(and Austen satirized those, too) included this reading, and so
Virgil, say, and Aristotle were as familiar then as popular TV shows are to us now
Why
is wit so difficult to write?
Here is my theory. I don't think many modern writers know that
wit is missing, and that is because they don't actually have their
characters converse. The old art of conversation seems as rare
as that Classical education. People nowadays don't often gather just
to talk, either as friends or when courting--they get together
and do things, whether it's watch the tube together, go to sports
events together, or go shopping just to be doing something. Couples
get together and do things, or spend money together, sparring
for time until they can get one another into the bedroom to find
out if they are really compatible. Not that couples conversed
brilliantly before posting the banns in Austen's time. The various
unfortunate marriages pictured in Pride and Prejudice make
it clear that Austen was a sharp observer on what brought people
together--and the often disastrous results. To
return to writers and writing, I think the sparkling dialogue
of old novels comes directly out of years of developed skill at
the art of conversation. Have we lost that art these days, when
most of our talk seems to be held on the run, when our leisure
energy is spent as spectators rather than as participants?