The cover of “Gardens” displays an image of Kingscote Gardens in the grounds of Stanford University where Prof. Harrison teaches. This picture indicates that some of the book will focus on physical gardens. But the scope of “Gardens” is much wider than that. Indeed, in the preface, by quoting the famous last sentence from Voltaire’s “Candide” (il faut cultiver notre jardin), he prepares the perceptive reader for something more. But no preparation could give readers even a hint of the ride they are about to experience.
This review is fairly long, but I want to allay any fears that it might be a spoiler. In this book, Harrison has presented an account that is complex, ramified, and elegant and I doubt that anything I write could do more than hint weakly at what he has accomplished. Delight will come to the reader from the details.
Gardens that are or might be considered physical occupy the first five chapters of the book: The Vocation of Care, Eve, The Human Gardner, Homeless Gardens, and Mon jardin à moi. Things then move on from there. But let me start at the top.
Harrison dedicates his book “To Eve and her daughters”, priming us for a discussion of the Garden of Eden. We do get that, but jumping from the dedication page, over the Preface and Acknowledgments, we move immediately into something quite different. Because there is another creation myth that explains the end result of the Eden story, but does so through a quite different route. That account begins at the Roman goddess Cura.
According to that account, it was Cura who formed homo sapiens from clay, and had Jupiter breathe life, spirit, into that clay. But the constellation of deities was roiling in jealousies, jockeying for advantage, and frequently engaged in argument and negotiation. An arrangement was worked out, under which homo sapiens was Cura’s charge. But this was just a temporary thing, since part of the agreement was that homo also would be mortal, and Cura enjoyed her privilege only as long as homo lived.
Harrison uses these two accounts, the Eden story and the Cura story, as the basis for a discussion that extends very fruitfully throughout the book. In the Eden story, Adam and Eve were not mortal, and they lived in a garden where they were entirely at ease. There was nothing they needed to do. It was Eve who convinced Adam to taste the forbidden fruit, something that caused them to be evicted from Eden, their immortal status to come to an end, and their new surroundings weighing them down with cares. But by rejecting immortality and accepting death, Eve accepted the responsibilities that come with a limited life span.
Through Cura, Harrison embarks on an invigorating discussion of ‘care’, and what a ‘garden’ really means. Care can mean a worry, or a burden, but it can also mean the act of looking after something. That something can be a garden, but ‘garden’ is also allegorical, and with this in mind, the wider meaning for Voltaire’s statement, il faut cultiver notre jardin, becomes evident immediately.
Harrison’s first five chapters speak of gardens and gardeners in a literal sense, every chapter being a delight of text that weaves together myth, literature, and some practical stuff of life. But beginning at Chapter 6, the wheels really leave the runway.
While harking back to Stanford’s Kingscote Garden (covered in Chapter 5 as “Mon jardin à moi”), Harrison moves the discussion to a broader context in Chapters 6 (Academos), 7 (The Garden School of Epicurus), and 8 (Boccaccio’s Garden Stories). I won’t relate any detail here, apart from saying that Academos refers to Plato’s Academy, the Garden School of Epicurus provides sharply relevant insights into an extraordinary philosopher, and Boccaccio’s Garden Stories takes a side trip into Boccaccio’s masterwork, The Decameron.
In Chapter 9 and onwards, we move through the centuries, and the shadows of our modern world begin to appear. Chapter 9 (Monastic, Republican, and Princely Gardens) talks of gardens that are becoming closed and are enclosed or exclusive places. Where previously a garden was an accessible spot embedded in a wider world but made special by the care lavished upon it by its gardener, now gardens become places of privilege. This change reaches its extreme, for Harrison, in the Sun King’s garden of Chapter 10, A Note on Versailles. At Versailles, nature, as a place where diversity and randomness operate, is suppressed and obliterated, and in its place is constructed a garden of severely imposed form, a monument to human pride, arrogance and caprice. Nature becomes a permanently indentured slave.
Chapters 11, 12, and 14 take the story much further, drifting deeper into the murk of our modern world. In Chapters 11 (The Lost Art of Seeing) and 12 (Sympathetic Miracles), Harrison writes of the lost ability of people even to detect the presence of a garden (either physical or metaphorical) and to see and appreciate what it contains and represents. Chapter 13 (The Paradise Divide: Islam and Christianity) was the only chapter in the book that seemed to me out of place. In Chapter 14 (Men Not Destroyers), we hit rock bottom. Rather than comment, I will cite some of Harrison’s text from this chapter.
On page 149:
“Here I propose to look more directly, call it more diagnostically, at this modern spiritual condition and to emphasise its pathology rather than its freedom seeking energies. Certainly one could say that our congenital Western restlessness is both the consequence and the cause of the loss of those basic structures that once used to direct and regulate the course of human action.”
And further along:
“As the defining spiritual condition of our late and perhaps even terminal modernity, the restlessness in question could be characterized as a whirlwind wherein those of us who are swept up in its turbulence are at once driven and aimless. This is a paradoxical condition, to be sure. To be both driven and aimless means that the impulses that set us into motion may have proximate goals but no ultimate aim, unless the perpetuation of aimless motion can be considered an aim in itself.”
Then finally:
“The reader who has made it this far in this book will have noticed that, in general, I tend to favour revelation over demonstration, embodied figures over analytical concepts, and the discernment of poets over the disquisitions of philosophers. That is why this is a book about gardens and not a book about the ethics of care. That is also why, when it comes to the present chapter, I feel that the first order of business is to seek out an emblem, or revelatory figure, for the aimless drivenness of our age. It so happens that I find such an emblem in what some people might consider an unlikely place: in the dusty archives of a by now antiquated – or apparently antiquated – literature.”
Harrison’s emblem is Ludovico Ariosto’s epic poem Orlando Furioso. The remainder of the chapter is dedicated to a long study of that poem.
In Chapter 15 (The Paradox of the Age), Harrison begins to pull together the main lines of his account. Once again, I rely on a quote rather than attempt a summary comment.
“The more we succeed in turning the earth into an inexhaustible inventory for human consumption, the more we abandon the postlapsarian vocation of care that turned human beings into cultivators of the mortal earth, as well as cultivators of our mortal codes of being on the earth. I have insisted throughout this study that human happiness is a cultivated rather than a consumer good, that it is a question of fulfillment rather than gratification. Neither consumption nor productivity fulfills. Only caretaking does. And we cannot destroy our way back to Eden, our craving for more life ends up militating against life itself.”
Finally, in his Epilogue, Harrison brings the account full circle, and I will rely here on one last quote.
“In the final analysis, Eve is the mother of the story. Whether she actually got us out of Eden or whether she merely got God out of Eden, the result is effectively the same. In either case we were handed over to our self-responsibility; in either case we were left in a garden we were called upon to keep; and we’re still there.”
My Summary
I hope that readers of “Gardens: An Essay on the Human Condition” will recognise that they are in the hands of a master. The ability to pull together such a vast assembly of myth, literature, and religion using such fluid text is not a common one. Reading this book was for me an intellectual luxury.
Not for a moment do I doubt that people will find things to criticise. The image of a person living in a garden, tending it, and harvesting its produce, is one that has enormously deep psychological roots. The majority of people today don’t live in a physical garden, and probably couldn’t or wouldn’t really want to. There is no denying, however, that our physical well-being is anchored in the planet we ride on.
For me, even though this Edenic image is important and appealing, the allegorical aspect of Harrison’s account is at least equally important. The image of a custodial caretaker shines through it all. This is also the garden that Voltaire insists we must cultivate.
Sixteen years before “Gardens” was published, another of Harrison’s books, “Forests: The Shadow of Civilization” appeared. Harrison’s learning and lyricism is equally evident in “Forests”, and although it explores a very different theme, the two books together are remarkable.