The Power of Myth - Bill Moyers [1]
—BETTY SUE FLOWERS
University of Texas at Austin
INTRODUCTION
For weeks after Joseph Campbell died, I was reminded of him just about everywhere I turned.
Coming up from the subway at Times Square and feeling the energy of the pressing crowd, I smiled to myself upon remembering the image that once had appeared to Campbell there: “The latest incarnation of Oedipus, the continued romance of Beauty and the Beast, stands this afternoon on the corner of Forty-second Street and Fifth Avenue, waiting for the traffic light to change.”
At a preview of John Huston’s last film, The Dead, based on a story by James Joyce, I thought again of Campbell. One of his first important works was a key to Finnegans Wake. What Joyce called “the grave and constant” in human sufferings Campbell knew to be a principal theme of classic mythology. “The secret cause of all suffering,” he said, “is mortality itself, which is the prime condition of life. It cannot be denied if life is to be affirmed.”
Once, as we were discussing the subject of suffering, he mentioned in tandem Joyce and Igjugarjuk. “Who is Igjugarjuk?” I said, barely able to imitate the pronunciation. “Oh,” replied Campbell, “he was the shaman of a Caribou Eskimo tribe in northern Canada, the one who told European visitors that the only true wisdom lives far from mankind, out in the great loneliness, and can be reached only through suffering. Privation and suffering alone open the mind to all that is hidden to others.’ ”
“Of course,” I said, “Igjugarjuk.”
Joe let pass my cultural ignorance. We had stopped walking. His eyes were alight as he said, “Can you imagine a long evening around the fire with Joyce and Igjugarjuk? Boy, I’d like to sit in on that.”
Campbell died just before the twenty-fourth anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s assassination, a tragedy he had discussed in mythological terms during our first meeting years earlier. Now, as that melancholy remembrance came around again, I sat talking with my grown children about Campbell’s reflections. The solemn state funeral he had described as “an illustration of the high service of ritual to a society,” evoking mythological themes rooted in human need. “This was a ritualized occasion of the greatest social necessity,” Campbell had written. The public murder of a president, “representing our whole society, the living social organism of which ourselves were the members, taken away at a moment of exuberant life, required a compensatory rite to reestablish the sense of solidarity. Here was an enormous nation, made those four days into a unanimous community, all of us participating in the same way, simultaneously, in a single symbolic event.” He said it was “the first and only thing of its kind in peacetime that has ever given me the sense of being a member of this whole national community, engaged as a unit in the observance of a deeply significant rite.”
That description I recalled also when one of my colleagues had been asked by a friend about our collaboration with Campbell: “Why do you need the mythology?” She held the familiar, modern opinion that “all these Greek gods and stuff” are irrelevant to the human condition today. What she did not know—what most do not know—is that the remnants of all that “stuff” line the walls of our interior system of belief, like shards