The one thing I gleaned from Emerson’s essay The Comic, is that he doesn’t like to laugh. What is particularly odd about this is that Emerson is frequently described by friends and acquaintances as cheerful, good natured, and generous. Yet he doesn’t like to laugh. Throughout the essay he makes it clear that laughter is ugly and disgusting. It is unfortunate that we are victims of spasms of the diaphragm, when even the lower animals don’t laugh.

The problem with the comic, and hence laughter, is Emerson’s definition of it. The essence of comedy, he believes is a “halfness,” either well-intended or not. Comedy is

The balking of the intellect, the frustrated expectation, the break of continuity in the intellect….

If something is whole, it is not funny. “Reason is the whole” and not just any whole but the “eternal Whole.”

Reason does not joke, and men of reason do not; a prophet, in whom the moral sentiment predominates, or a philosopher, in whom the love of truth predominates, these do not joke, but they bring the standard, the ideal whole, exposing all actual defect; and hence the best of all jokes is the sympathetic contemplation of things by the understanding from the philosopher’s point of view.

The comic results in a split between the intellect and Reason, for if one is entirely reasonable, nothing is funny, nor is there anything to joke about. Reason, for Emerson, partakes in the moral sense. All of his philosophy is rooted in a moral sense and because the comic is not part of that, he cannot endorse it.

Interestingly, Emerson has a great sense of humor. I have laughed out loud while reading his essays and he apparently made frequent jokes about himself during his lectures. And, according to Richardson in Emerson: The Mind on Fire, he “laughed all the way through” a short satire called the “Transcendental Bible” his wife, Lidian, wrote. Richardson excerpts part of it. A few of my favorite tenets he quotes:

  • Never confess a fault. You should not have committed it and who cares whether you are sorry?
  • Never speak of the hope of immortality. What do you know about it?…
  • Loathe and shun the sick. They are in bad taste and may untune us for writing the poem floating through our mind.
  • Despise the unintellectual and make them feel that you do by not noticing their remark.

His wife had quite the wicked sense of humor.

The Comic makes me a bit confused because it seems Emerson has lumped all comedy into the same category but not really. It’s okay to make fun of himself. It’s okay for his wife to write satire poking fun at him. But he cites in the essay as terrible political jokes, comedic literature, and basically laughing at anyone but yourself. Even so, by the end of the essay Emerson lightens up a bit and admits that we need to learn by laughter as well as tears; that we need to

explore the whole of Nature, the farce and buffoonery in the yard below, as well as the lessons of poets and philosophers upstairs in the hall, and get the rest and refreshment of the shaking of the sides.

So laugh in moderation. But laugh that silly silent laugh where you sit there and kind of wobble around a little. Guffaws are verboten. Carlyle, a very good friend of Emerson’s, had “bursts of Olympian laughter” which, according to a note on the essay, “required all his [Emerson's] regard for him to make them tolerable.” Clearly, Emerson and I would not get along on this topic. I believe in laughing loud and laughing often. Some days it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

Next week’s Emerson: Quotation and Originality