Anxiety about deception runs deep in the philosophical and religious traditions of Europe, and new techniques for mastering this fear mark episodes in the history of the modern world. Over the course of the nineteenth century, both the playfulness and the peril of deceit came to be distanced from the sphere of rational inquiry: the sciences ceased to have much use for legerdemain; metaphysicians lost interest in the theater. But it was not always so, as the conversation below with Anthony Grafton suggests. Grafton is the Henry Putnam University Professor
of History at Princeton University and the author of a shelf of major
works on the Renaissance, classical scholarship, and the history of
science, including Forgers and Critics: Creativity and Duplicity in Western Scholarship (Princeton University Press, 1990). D. Graham Burnett, editor at Cabinet and also professor of history at Princeton, sat down with Grafton to discuss his work on deception and forgery.
Tony, let’s play name that tune. “We have also houses of deceits
of the senses, where we represent all manner of feats of juggling,
false apparitions, impostures, and illusions…” I have a feeling you’ll
recognize this wonderfully strange passage from one of the
hallucinogenic masterworks of the early modern period.
I do indeed.
In The New Atlantis,
written around 1624, the English prosecutor-cum-epistemologist Francis
Bacon dresses up his new theory of knowledge as a sensational
travelogue, in which a shipload of Englishmen, having gone astray
somewhere in the vast reaches of the southern Pacific, find themselves
towed into the harbor of a mysterious island...
And they discover a kind of utopia there, a
community built around the continuous pursuit of power over nature. At
the center of the life of the island is a huge quasi-religious
institution called Salomon’s House where a priestly caste of
investigators pursue mastery of natural forces in a suite of dedicated
Readers today are often amazed by how much Bacon
seemed to foresee about the world of modern technoscience: genetic
engineering, robotics, voice synthesis, and so on. But this passage,
where the master of Salomon’s House describes the “houses of deceit,”
has long stuck out as something of a stumper. Why would a bunch of guys
pursuing truth want to erect a deception laboratory?
sometimes you are just reading along in an old book and wham, it’s like
you sat on a cat! Something squirms up from under you. Something you
were not expecting. Here is one of those moments.
I want to talk with you today about this cat! I want
to talk with you about deception as something like “a way of knowing.”
The Bacon passage seems to suggest a world in which it was possible to
think along these lines. Tony, you are a serious student of this
problem: your remarkable book Forgers and Critics took up the
changing relationship between deception and knowledge production in the
Renaissance, and recast the history of learning as a kind of arms race
between deceivers and un-deceivers—an arms race where the two sides
shared many weapons in common, and where they gradually bootstrapped
each other’s capacities. So let me put some questions to you: Has
deception always been the simple enemy of veracity? Is it possible to
imagine theories of knowledge in which illusion and deceit are
understood as integral to the pursuit of truth?
a great problem. Not least because several of our most cherished
stories about the origins of modernity involve techniques for revealing
and transcending crucial deceptions. Take for instance the story of
Lorenzo Valla and the Donation of Constantine. The Donation was an
important ecclesiastical document, dear to the heart of late medieval
popes, since it laid out the legal basis for papal authority over the
whole of the Western part of the Roman Empire, which is to say, over
Europe. The Donation basically tells the story of how the
fourth-century emperor Constantine got a nasty case of leprosy, which
the pope cured. The text goes on to explain that Constantine was so
grateful that he gave him half the known world and then buggered off to
Constantinople, never to return.
Voilà, the Catholic Church is in charge forever…
But, as you know, it didn’t quite work out that way. In the early
fifteenth century, an exceedingly learned Latinist, Lorenzo Valla,
rolled up his philological sleeves and red-penciled a copy of the
Donation. “Wait a second,” he says, “this doesn’t look to me like the
kind of Latin they were writing in the fourth century!” And he amasses
this magnificent demonstration that the Donation could not have been
written when its author claimed. They just didn’t use the language of
the document in those days. Now, people had argued about this text
since forever, but everyone before Valla had basically been preoccupied
by its juridical elements (as in, exactly what implications did it have
for the proper relationship between emperors and popes, etc., etc.).
Valla bracketed those thorny legal questions and went after the
document in a different way.
He went after it historically.
And to do that, you really have to have a very deep sense of how
language works, to be sure, but you also need to have an equally deep
sense of how time works; you need to understand that a given
period has a style in everything that it does, from plumbing to
personal relations, and that any product of the period has to show the
traits of that period and style.
You have to understand the distance between now and then.
G. K. Chesterton has a wonderful explanation of this. His Father Brown
says, “Tell me the devil is sitting in the belfry of the church next
door howling hava nagila, and I’ll say, could be, might not be.
But tell me that Gladstone walked into Buckingham Palace, slapped Queen
Victoria on the back, said ‘Hi Vicky!’ and lit a cigar, and I’ll tell
you, no, that could not have happened. In that time and place, it was impossible.”
And that’s an insight, one that we like to think of as fundamental to
modernity: it has been presented as nothing less than the “discovery of
Yes. The insight is itself a rupture, even as it is an insight about ruptures—it
is the discovery of temporal discontinuity. That sense of rupture has
been central to so many narratives of the origins of modernity.
And various ruptures can be made to stack up in
the mid-fifteenth century. Valla’s revelation—that we live at a fixed
distance from the past—bears a striking resemblance to the realization
of his contemporaries, those first modern painters, who deployed linear
perspective to show that we live at a fixed distance from objects.
Just as we take our stand and we see the object in the world as it
really is, we take our stand and we see the past as it really is; we
can identify a bad perspective construction or a bad historical
construction. This analogy between philology and the visual
arts—between the sense of history and the sense of perspective—was
formulated by Erwin Panofsky in the middle of the twentieth century in
a set of books and articles that shaped me as a young scholar.
Odd then that you did so much to muddy these waters in your own work.
maybe not! Yes, it is true that I loved these heroic narratives of the
break to modernity. And as something of a philologist myself, how could
I not love a script that gave the philologists the star role? But the
deeper I dug into the classical tradition, the less satisfying the
whole thing started to feel. Look at book six of the Aeneid,
for example, where Virgil sets up the contrast between the Rome that
isn’t there yet for Aeneas (he himself is going to set the foundation
stone, of course) and the glorious Rome of Virgil’s own time. I mean,
you can hardly argue that there is anything but an acute sense
of historical distance here. And it became clear to me, as I taught in
courses with classicists and learned their ways of reading, that my
Renaissance humanists did not really invent a new sense of history; they found
a new sense of history in the very ancient texts that they applied it
to. And they found new tools for understanding the past in those texts
as well. Take Valla himself. He was a distinguished student of ancient
rhetoric, and this gave him a powerful technology for thinking about
history, since the basic exercise of the rhetorician is to help an
orator give a speech. But that speech has to fit a time, a place, a
persona, an audience. How did one practice and teach rhetoric? You gave
an assignment: “For Wednesday, prepare the speech that Alcibiades should
have given to avoid being exiled during the Peloponnesian war.” You can
see very quickly that this sort of thing is a perfect school for
And for forgery, as it happens.
Quite right. When I sat down to write Forgers and Critics,
what I wanted to do was think my way through the long tradition of
reasoning about the coherence and character of the past, but I
ultimately came to a slightly disturbing conclusion: forgery was deeply
rooted in this tradition, as deeply rooted as ways of thinking about
the past that we might now call historical or philological. After all,
that notion of the integrity of an historical epoch—that sense of what
is possible and impossible in a given period—is literary as
much as it is historical. Critics like Valla could spot
inconsistencies, but in many cases it was the forgers who took on the
most ambitious projects of historical recovery. They were the ones who
were trying to make the past live again, to animate, to resurrect the
lost worlds. They had to steep themselves in these worlds enough that
they could actually inhabit them creatively.
The most radical version of this claim is fantastic:
the forgers are the first real historians, since it is they who
genuinely want to bring the past to life!
Yes, and in many cases there is a sense that
these sorts of forgeries are not an effort to falsify the past, but in
fact to rescue it. The truly passionate historical forger of the
Renaissance was often saying something like, “I really know what was going on back then. I know how this tradition in antiquity worked. I know what the record ought to show, and if it’s not there in our crappy manuscripts, well then, dammit, I’m going to put it there!”
Right, and in doing so, I am just going to be doing justice
to the past (and to my knowledge of it), using these techniques that we
all share in order to create something worthy of being a part of the
historical tradition—even though it doesn’t actually happen to be in
the record that we have!
And this sets up a kind of dialectic, a game of
cops and robbers. Some philologists are busy tuning up their skills in
order to sort out the genuine wheat from the forgers’ chaff, and others
are tuning up their skills at making chaff pass as wheat! And plenty of
guys, like Erasmus, played both ways, depending on the situation. I
started off my research with the cops like Valla as my heroes, but you
know how it goes: the robbers are always a little more fun, and by the
time I finished writing the book, they had sort of won my heart.
It is such a remarkable idea. I can’t resist pushing
it. Go back to Valla and the Donation of Constantine again for a
moment. If from him we inherit the story of a kind of Apollonian modernity, a modernity that knows about boundaries, then perhaps from the forgers we can construct a story of Dionysian modernity—a modernity that wants to enter the dance, sing the song, be consumed by its object.
If the former is what we call history, the latter might come down to us as ethnography.
The latter has always made people more nervous.
the dead is a touchy business. Take the great example of the historical
Faust. Not Goethe’s Faust, but the actual German conjurer and itinerant
magician of that name who studied at the University of Heidelberg and
wandered around the inns and towns of central Germany in the 1530s.
There is a story that when he was teaching temporarily at Erfurt, he
stood up at a school banquet and offered to bring back the lost Latin
comedies of Plautus and Terence. What fun, right? Nope. Apparently the
faculty got up in arms about the proposition. Why? They feared that the
Devil might well have interpolated all kinds of horrible, scary,
dangerous things into those texts, and that if Faust brought them back
to life, he’d be revivifying these satanic elements.
shows that the idea is out there: the humanists are resurrectionists of
a sort, and the issue of deception is never far away when one is
talking about textual recovery.
This isn’t about garden-variety forgery and
deception, either. Here we catch a glimpse of the
Deceiver-with-a-capital-D: the actual Devil. The story suggests that
what is dead or lost is subject to diabolical power in a very
Absolutely. You can’t forget that every baby in this period was exorcized
as part of the baptismal ritual, because it was assumed that every baby
came into the world in the power of the Devil. And there was a general
sense that nearly all the dead not actually in hell were lodged in
purgatory, where they remained subject to dark powers.
This certainly puts the idea of resurrection in a
very different light. It raises the stakes a great deal if bringing
things up from the dead can mean serving as a midwife for demonic
You bet. And this sort of thing quickly brings to
the fore some very disturbing questions about the Bible itself. After
all, the “Old Testament” was basically lost during the exile, and then,
according to Ezra and Nehemiah, it was really kind of written again (by
Ezra) once the Jews were restored to the land of Israel and rebuilt the
Temple. Now, you can read those passages as saying something like,
“There were these old scrolls kicking around, and Ezra sat down and did
a bit of copywork, and maybe a little editing.” Or you can interpret
them as saying, “This guy named Ezra sat down, rubbed his neck, and
wrote out the Old Testament.” If you go with the latter, then it isn’t
all that big a leap to claim that, in a way, Ezra himself was a kind of
forger. The historical Faust said as much.
Eeegaads! That’s terrifying. And in an age of pan-European confessional conflict too.
like this worried the Catholics a lot less than their new Protestant
brethren. The Catholics never put too much stock in the Bible per se, since what mattered was the magisterium
of the church, the tradition of the teachings of the church fathers,
and so on. But for the Protestants, who wanted to put the biblical text
at the center of a life of conscience, the idea that diabolical forces
might have insinuated themselves into the very heart of Revelation was
an exceedingly troublesome notion. If one couldn’t trust Scripture,
then what could one trust?
That sort of paranoia makes me think of the other
great deceiver that looms over early modern theories of knowledge:
Descartes’s “Evil Deceiver” of the Meditations. If ever the
idea of deception played a critical role in epistemology it was here,
since Descartes set to the task of regrounding philosophical inquiry precisely
by imagining that some sort of evil genie had insinuated itself into
the core of his being. Descartes wants to know if it is possible to
establish anything as “true” if we consider a worst-case scenario: a
Mephistophelean Wizard of Oz who orchestrates the theater of our
sensory life, a demon who can conjure everything that seems to us to be
reality—what we see, what we touch, what we hear, all of it might be a
diabolical puppet show. How would we know? Does the very possibility of
certainty wither in the face of this hypothetical? Descartes thinks
that the only kind of knowledge we could feel confident about would be
knowledge that could face down this nightmare possibility. It is a very
odd way to think about thinking.
But is it? On the contrary, Descartes’s idea was
in the air all around him in the early seventeenth century. It is we
modern readers who are really deceived. We read Descartes, we read
Galileo, and we think, “This guy’s really one of us. He’s a modern.” I
mean we can imagine having a conversation with Descartes in a way that
we probably can’t imagine having a conversation with, say, a rather
overzealous chap like Martin Luther. There is only a century between
them, but Descartes feels much more like our contemporary. But don’t
fool yourself! Descartes’s Evil Deceiver isn’t a philosophical
heuristic, it’s the basic anxiety of a late fifteenth-century
Right! There is a one hundred percent, bona fide Evil Deceiver around every corner.
bet. Descartes’s “hyperbolic doubt,” his histrionic concern about
deception, is the standard operating procedure of Descartes’s
theological contemporary: the witch-finder. From the late
Middle Ages—and more and more intensely from the late fifteenth century
on—Christian theologians had elaborated the doctrine that the world is
permeated by the work of the Devil and that the Devil recruits human
help from witches. Now there had been conjurers and “cunning” men and
women in every village since forever. These were the folks who could do
your simple kinds of magic: charming off warts, telling you who stole
your cow, finding your lost colander—that sort of thing. Some of them
probably did rather darker things, or claimed they could do rather
darker things, but all of this was seen in the early Middle Ages as
relatively minor business. Starting in the fourteenth century, though,
a doctrine is elaborated that any kind of conjuring or
divination—basically any effort to manipulate the universe—is the work
of people who are in league with Satan against humanity.
And they lurk in every village.
exactly the trouble. They are everywhere, but now their work is
understood in a newly expansive and frightening way. From the pulpit
you hear that these people are always looking to stir up trouble. Their
job is to call down a hailstorm to destroy the corn just as it ripens.
Their job is to take a newborn baby and say an incantation over it and
condemn it to death, or condemn it to possession by an evil spirit. So
the whole human race is actually divided, and the Devil has his agents
among us everywhere, working mayhem and recruiting new slaves to the
army of evil. These agents look like human men and women, but they
aren’t. Their bodies are made of tightly packed, compacted air, which
feels rather like cotton when you push on it; they have an imitation
voice-box which enables them to make the sound of speech, though they
don’t have the internal organs that make speech possible in humans.
They can, in the form of women-like succubi, receive the semen of men,
and then turn themselves into incubi, male demons, and deposit that
semen into sleeping human females, having infected it with an evil
spirit, so that the child that comes forth will be possessed.
I am kindling a large fire here for all these Satanists…
You and a fair number of early modern prosecutors. These folks, with their great witch-finding handbook, the Malleus Malificarum
exterminated some 50,000 to 70,000 victims in the sixteenth and
seventeenth centuries. It’s a pretty extraordinary number. Suffice it
to say that this was a universe in which the Devil was pervasive,
omnipresent, and continuously working to deceive us. You never know
whether the person you are talking to is your friend Graham or Amalek
pretending to be Graham.
Reading Descartes against this social history of
demonology is wonderfully disorienting. Suddenly it becomes clear that
Descartes is taking a basic problem of civil and religious
administration and turning it into the point of departure for a new
theory of knowledge. He takes that pervasive anxiety of early modern
village life—which is that I don’t know whether you’re Anthony Grafton
or a giant airball speaking Mephistophelean parrot talk—and he sublimes
it, pushing it deeper even as he makes it more abstract. What is
strangest, perhaps, is that he tries to solve the problem on a
radically new plane. After all, we peasants from Languedoc have a basic
repertoire for dealing with the giant airball problem: we can cross
ourselves, sprinkle a little holy water, mumble paternosters, wave a
crucifix around. These are practical techniques for escaping from the
Deceiver. Descartes refuses all help. He goes into a small overheated
room and thinks his way down to a claim he can make regardless of all impostures: cogito, ergo sum.
And then he starts to claw his way back up, working from this toehold,
restoring God, the world as we know it, and finally the adequacy of our
minds as instruments for knowledge of that world. Why did the old
techniques no longer seem reliable? Why not go into that small
overheated room waving a crucifix?
Well, those prosecutors were waving crucifixes as they lit the pyres. For a certain line of humanists, that technique had been compromised
by the early seventeenth century. Montaigne and other anti-absolutist
philosophers with the tools of ancient skepticism at their disposal had
found their own ways to resist the world-view of the witch-finder. But
their tactics were a little more ad hoc, a little more case by
case. They asked questions about evidence: “Hmmm, we are torturing
witnesses here, and getting accusations that violate all common
sense—that people are flying, that they are eating babies. I’m
skeptical.” Montaigne more or less says, “I just think it’s giving my
conjectures too high a value to burn old ladies for them.” But this is
not much of a philosophical position. It makes the whole thing into
something like a matter of taste. Descartes wants more. He wants a way
out of that whole universe, and it is this that makes him feel like a new kind of person. The fear of pervasive diabolical deception can be put behind us. It’s not just that, with Montaigne, we wrinkle our noses; it’s rather that, with Descartes, the whole thing is an error.
is still left with sort of a funny conclusion, though. If we put
Descartes at the end of the sixteenth century, rather than at the
beginning of the seventeenth, we’re left with something like “the birth
of modern philosophy” as the product of a gigantomachy—an actual
giant-slaying, something like single combat with the great Deceiver.
This doesn’t look like the birth of modernity; it looks like a scene
Or better, The Matrix
Which raises a serious question: Who actually won? After all, many
contemporary philosophers find Descartes’s arguments wholly
unsatisfactory. Indeed, by our standards it does look rather like he
“waved a crucifix at the problem,” if you like, since he gets to a
proof for God in a hustle after the cogito
, and that loving God then does a good deal of work for him as he goes about constructing a new theory of knowledge.
funny, but I never really thought of Descartes’s Evil Deceiver and
Bacon’s “houses of deceits of the senses” in parallel, but they are
almost exactly contemporary efforts to lodge the problem of deception
at the heart of a new theory of knowledge.
Yes, though they are structured rather differently: one you go visit, the other you try to escape!
Where did they go? What happened to these ways of thinking about deception as the helpmate of truth?
they didn’t go anywhere: the Cartesian project is psychologized and
becomes Freud; the Baconian project is commercialized and becomes
D. Graham Burnett is an editor of Cabinet and teaches history of science at Princeton University. He is the author of several books, including Descartes and the Hyperbolic Quest
(American Philosophical Society, 2005). His study of the
nineeteenth-century American mapmaker Robert F. Pinkey, "Hydrographic
Discipline Among the Navigators," has just been published in The Imperial Map, edited by James Akerman (University of Chicago Press, 2009).
Anthony Grafton teaches European intellectual history at Princeton University. His books include Defenders of the Text (Harvard University Press, 1991), The Footnote: A Curious History (Harvard University Press, 1998), and What Was History? (Cambridge University Press, 2007). He is co-author of Obelisk: A History (forthcoming from MIT).
Cabinet is a non-profit organization supported by the Lambent Foundation, the Orphiflamme Foundation, the New York Council on the Arts, the NYC Department of Cultural Affairs, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, the Katchadourian Family Foundation, Goldman Sachs Gives, the Danielson Foundation, and many generous individuals. Please consider making a tax-deductible donation by visiting here