Sunday, July 29, 2012

Work out your salvation with...pocketbook and calculator?

For mortal sins, please dial 1-800-NO-HELL.
For mortal sins already forgiven, please dial 1-800-NO-PURGETORY.
If none of these options is applicable to you, please dial 1-800-TO-HEAVEN and we'll get you a direct line.


          Sixty days in one day. One thousand five hundred fifty-six days in one month. And 36,892 days in three years. By his own meticulous accounting, this is the amount of time Mr. William Ferraro has spared himself from purgatory since investing in a personal secretary to attend to the price of his soul. But not just any secretary would do—Miss Saunders’ credentials testify to her saintliness. A former head girl at the nearby Convent of Saint Latitudinaria, three-time recipient of the same convent’s annual piety award, and long-time Child of Mary, Miss Saunders is more than qualified for her job of getting Ferraro as many indulgences as possible. In this way, the wealthy London entrepreneur “look[s] after his own salvation,” albeit “in a more independent fashion” than that of his mentally ill wife, who has spent the last ten years trading good wine and strong whisky for emergency access to a resident liquor-loving Dominican (24).

            In his “Special Duties,” Graham Greene paints a character whose businesslike approach to secular life extends to his spiritual life. Ferraro, whose days consist of little more than spending his fortune on costly paintings in order to reduce his own death-duties, thinks he can work out his salvation in the same manner as his finances. After discovering that Miss Saunders has routinely forgone her spiritual duties to carry on a romantic affair, Ferraro immediately sets to work replacing her with a more reliable employee. Such a shocking lack of self-awareness reflects Ferraro’s profound misunderstanding of his Catholic faith, a notion Greene highlights throughout by his own sacramental imagination. However, unlike those in orthodox Catholic literature, Greene’s characters are pervaded by an inverted notion of sacramentality. Rather than symbolizing a deeper inward truth, in “Special Duties” an outward appearance of depth is instead reflective of a shallower, superficial reality.

            Greene’s portrayal of Ferraro immediately reveals that his apparent concern for his soul is in reality more businesslike than pious, but this initial transparency is perhaps less visible in Miss Saunders. Even the alert reader is quite likely surprised when her piety is exposed as a fantasy—that is, unless he took immediate notice of the inverted sacramental imagination. A reader with this in mind cannot help but feel more and more cynical with every passing paragraph. In every case throughout the short story, descriptions and actions of devotion are subsequently proven to be false. The more pious the description, the more impious the expectation of reality becomes.

            As in the Tantum Ergo, in “Special Duties” sensuum defectui—that is, the senses fail. When Ferraro asks Miss Saunders if she pays close attention to the conditions of the indulgence to be gained, she replies that being in the necessary “state of grace” is “not very difficult” in her case (26). Later, after witnessing her extra-marital affair, Ferraro muses that “not even the conditions for an indulgence had been properly fulfilled,” let alone the indulgence itself (29). In a similar manner, the convent’s awarding of piety prizes also reflects Greene’s notion of the superficial. Even to unchurched ears, the idea of convents handing out piety awards should sound bizarre. Degree of holiness is something that can only be measured from the inside; judging piety externally must then out of necessity constitute a human attempt to play the divine. In other words, there is a lack of fides supplementum—that is, of faith to supplement human deficiency.

            The other side of Ferraro’s mansion is also not immune to this distorted notion of sacramentality. Ferraro’s wife always has at her service a priest to attend to her, should any given day be her last. However, the resident priests seem more intent on gaining the material services she provides than on giving the spiritual services they were ordained to provide. Yet again, Greene portrays as inauthentic someone ordinarily capable of being an effective channel of the authentic. The person who should be a transmitter of God’s grace is instead reduced to an interferer with the divine.

            The superficiality that plagues the characters in “Special Duties” is a result of profound misunderstandings of the Catholic faith. Most glaring is Ferraro’s ignorance regarding the proper understanding and correct use of indulgences. An indulgence is not a “get-into-heaven-free card,” nor does it provide license to do whatever one pleases while on earth. Rather, an indulgence is the remission—either partial or entire—of temporal punishment due to sins already forgiven. Furthermore, the number of days attached to an indulgence does not represent the time off purgatory awarded to the recipient; it corresponds instead to the approximate length of an equivalent penance in the early Church. Nowhere is this mischaracterization of indulgences greater than when Ferraro expresses his delight at gaining “five plenary indulgences and 1565 days” during April, utterly unaware that a single plenary—meaning “full and complete”—indulgence is alone sufficient for remission of all purgatory time (26).[1] In addition, Ferraro would have never sent Miss Saunders to another city for “a mere sixty days’ indulgence” if he had known that simply saying “my Jesus, mercy” reverently is worth one hundred (26).[2] One has to wonder, too, what Ferraro would have done to himself had he known that indulgences in the name of others can only be applied posthumously.

            In some ways, then, Greene is using the character of Ferraro to satirize the effect of taking aspects of the “Catholic worldview” to an extreme. While Catholic teaching stresses the importance of the community, Greene’s writing hints that this should not come at the cost of striving for individual holiness. While indulgences are an encouraged form of reparation for sin, they are meritless without a proper desire to amend one’s life. And while the Protestant understanding of “saved by faith alone” is deficient, equally so is Ferraro’s understanding of salvation “by works alone,” much especially works commissioned as by a contractor and recorded as by an accountant.

            To foster such an understanding, Greene masterfully paints several new critical techniques into the background of his short story portrait. Specifically, Greene’s characters’ appearances, words, and actions repeatedly combine throughout the story to create irony, ambiguity, tension, and paradox. Ferraro’s dialogue to Miss Saunders, for example, is as ironic as it is hypocritical. His half-hearted admittance, “If I were less occupied here, I could attend to some of these indulgences myself,” comes on the very day that he cannot find anything better to do than visit Miss Saunders as she attempts to gain them (26). His similar dismissal of gaining indulgences for his wife—“We are taught, Miss Saunders, to pay first attention to our own souls...I employ you to look after mine.”—reveals the insurmountable contradiction on which the story’s entire plot, theme, and tone is founded (27).

            “Special Duties” is also littered with phrases that suggest multiple meanings. For example, the fact that Miss Saunders says “I was late home last night” to explain the missing indulgences for the month of June could indicate two possibilities (26). On one hand, she truly was late coming home because she was away at another church gaining a plenary indulgence. Alternatively, she was home late because she was visiting her lover, in which case the listing she manages to produce is as authentic as her piety sincere. Such ambiguity thus highlights a prevailing tension between Miss Saunders and Ferraro and, by extension, between religious fervor and complacency. Miss Saunders is complacent in her feigned fervency, reinforcing her double life as both saint and deceiver. Ferraro, on the other hand, is fervent in his commercialized complacency, reinforcing his own double life as both Catholic and Pharisee.

            Ultimately, Greene’s purposefully-inverted Catholic imagination is the epitome of paradox—a sacramental paradox, that is. The outward sign no longer corresponds to an inward reality. Rather, the actual inward state of being is entirely opposed to the characteristic portrayed. In the same way that we would in conventional Catholic literature search for the deeper meaning behind an ordinary symbol, Greene forces us instead to expose the superficiality behind the symbol of depth.  In “Special Duties” such a Catholic imagination is rooted in misrepresentations of every sort—from indulgences to salvation to faith and works. But what, we might ask, is at the root of all this misunderstanding? Ignorance alone cannot explain Ferraro’s endeavor to work out his salvation with calculator and pocketbook rather than “with fear and trembling.” It cannot explain Miss Saunders’ motivation in accepting her shameful position in the first place. And it certainly cannot explain Ferraro’s plenary failure to recognize the errors of his ways, for by definition ignorance repeated is insanity.

            Graham Greene, perhaps, would shift the focus from the man and the woman to the Creator of man and woman. When the former yield their lives to participate in That of the Latter, the two co-operate to create a divinized self-awareness, a sacrament. But when the former place themselves on center-stage, the lip service paid to the Latter—if He is remembered at all—can only create a mortal unawareness, a pseudo-sacrament—a great façade.



[1] Aside from performing the indulgence itself, there are several conditions that must be fulfilled in order to gain a plenary indulgence. Perhaps the most difficult requirement of the person seeking the plenary indulgence is that he be free from all attachment or desire to sin, even venially. Thus depending on the person, a plenary indulgence may in practice be very difficult to gain. This seems to be especially true for Greene’s character Ferraro.
[2] Raccolta 61.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Watch me because I'm awesome.

Catholic Movie Night: I Confess (1953)
        Directed by the man who was endlessly creative, the great Alfred Hitchcock, I Confess brings to life what I had always thought of as an old wives' tale. The priest hears a murderer's confession, refuses to break the seal of confession, and the police suspecting that the priest is actually trying to hide his killer instincts take him to court. For me, this story, this old wives' tale, has always been my go-to hypothetical for trying to explain to non-Catholics the seal of the confessional. No matter what the priest hears during confession, aka the sacrament of Reconciliation, he can never disclose to anyone what he has heard. Canon law dictates, "The sacramental seal is inviolable; therefore it is absolutely forbidden for a confessor to betray in any way a penitent in words or in any manner and for any reason." (983 §1) Basically, whether the sin is venial or mortal, the priest can never repeat to another soul what has been told to him. If he does, he will be ex-communicated, and probably used as a cautionary tale by his superiors to explain to seminarians how the act of confession requires a huge amount of trust and faith between priest and penitent that the preservation of the seal is also part of the preservation of the relationship between the ordained and the rest of the Body of Christ. 
       So hear we have the great moral quandary played out in dramatic chiaroscuro. A young handsome priest, a regular Father What-A-Waste, beloved by peers and parishioners, must choose between protecting his vocation or saving his neck. The cops have him on the chopping block, and their knifes gleam cold and sharp. They want a suspect, and they found one in the guy, who can't claim an alibi, because he was hearing the murderer's confession. But while their physical eyes follow him through the tree-lined avenues of Quebec, Hitchcock (who was a practicing Catholic) and his cinematographer Robert Burks create a presence through camera angles and lighting that is outside of the events taking place and yet everywhere in them. It's practically omniscient. As the camera tilts down upon the head of the suspected priest, it gazes through the crooks of a massive statue depicting Jesus carrying the cross. In the courtroom during the priest's trial,  Jesus stretches out in agony on the wall beside the priest. It's more than metaphorical weight on the priest's shoulders, he is literally taking on another man's burden, another man's crime. The poor guy is already a Christ figure from his vocation, but from a literary perspective he fits the bill perfectly from his age, celibacy, humility, and self-sacrifice.  So while this priest suffers, the viewer is always reminded that this suffering is nothing new. The contorted body on the crucifix is evidence enough of that. There were no guarantees of a happily-ever-after, of it being easier than other paths. But also, the viewer can see that the priest does not suffer alone. God does not abandon him, and the priest does not abandon God.