Nothing by Anne Marie Wirth Cauchon

by Anne Marie Wirth Cauchon
Two Dollar Radio, Nov 2013
178 pages / $16  Buy from Amazon







“The question is how much reality must be retained even in a world become inhuman if humanity is not to be reduced to an empty phrase or a phantom. Or to put it another way, to what extent do we remain obligated to the world even when we have been expelled from it or have withdrawn from it?… Flight from the world in dark times of impotence can always be justified as long as reality is not ignored, but is constantly acknowledged as the thing that must be escaped.” — Hannah Arendt, On Humanity in Dark Times: Thoughts about Lessing

Mrs. Wirth Cauchon’s novel Nothing confronts us with a startling self-portrait, at least for my generation. All who cannot see a part of themselves in this story simply have not been paying attention. Her narrative concerns the exploits of two young women and one young man whose lives intersect in bizarre and serendipitous ways in the modern American West, a place of danger, intrigue, and darkness, but also of an earthy, natural vitality. The setting is deliberately emphasized and plays a vital role in the plot, but it by no means confines the story, for like all good stories, it explores the being of people in the world.

Why so lost? Why such dark times? Our dark times consist not so much in the active persecution and expulsion from the public realm that were the hallmark of Ms. Arendt’s, but instead the “irreality” of politics that attends our own. James, Bridget and Ruth are all expelled from the public realm into merely personal society and suffer tremendously for it. In the absence of anything in particular to do, their personal quests metastasize into monstrous projects all out of proportion to their potential payoff. These are the conditions in which we find them, and the results are fascinating.

Of the three, James has the most tangible quest, to find out the “truth” about his father. As he makes his way to the book’s setting in Missoula, Montana there is an evident relish in the manner in which he chooses to convey and conduct himself that belies his deeper nature. He doesn’t want to find out about his father, he wants to be a guy who wants to find out about his father, one whose very nature is consumed by this oh-so-meaningful project to the degree that he will endure any discomfort to see it accomplished. He wants to embody passion, to demonstrate it to the world in such a way that he will be recognized for it. Why this perversion of a straightforward quest? It tips us to the conditions in which he operates, a sneaking suspicion that the world around him has grown cold and flaccid. His is a demand for hardness in a soft world. To him, his step-father embodies this tendency toward dissolution. He is what society expects him to be and nothing more: quiet, respectable, financially-successful. He lives up to his end of the social contract that offers no great reward, but also no great risk. James wants to be a conqueror, not a sober merchant, in a world that offers little of value to conquer.

Hardness he seeks and hardness he finds. When James locates life’s crueller edges he beats a partial retreat back into the world of softness where he finds Ruth. He will discover that she too has hard edges. Their inability to communicate effectively, to understand one another sympathetically, undoes them both. It seems so odd at points, this inability, but is it not a habit that we have done a good deal to disburden ourselves of? Our world moves at a speed and a level of self-absorption that is conducive neither to quiet contemplation nor thoughtful dialogue.  What we cannot digest in thought, we vomit at one another. Ruth and James unravel as quickly as they fell into one another, bound together ultimately by as much nothing as surrounds them.

Ruth, poor Ruth. Or are we to feel sorry for her? Broke, and dissolute, she exists for much of the book in a purgatory of self-loathing over her inability to reconcile herself to her friendship with Bridget. Love and hate are not opposites, but two sides of the same coin. Not so with compassion and friendship. Compassion is the unlimited, non-selective application of love to all humanity. Rosseau tried to make it the basis of civilization, as Arendt points out, while Lessing thought to root it in friendship, the limited and selective application of love. Here we seem to find neither, or perhaps, nothing. The relationship between Ruth and Bridget thus mirrors in miniature their larger context. The town they live in seems to have no political content at all. The large communities of vagrants attest to the lack of a prominent role for compassion, and none of the characters, major or minor, seem capable of anything but the most perverse and self-destructive or self-absorbed friendship. The only instrument of government visible in the book is the occasional, anonymous and menacing presence of the police. The city is man writ large against the sky, as Plato has suggested. They reflect one another here.

Bridget is a much more enigmatic character with a smaller voice but a larger physical presence. Her beauty is shallow but powerful. She is capable of turning any man’s head but she does not have the social status to settle into and feel comfortable with this power, and thus she yearns for recognition by her betters while Ruth pines after her beauty. We are given a vague sense simply that too much has been taken from Bridget such that she will never be capable of giving. She lacks the compassion and the talent for friendship that all of the characters lack but it is made all the more painful by the abundance of her natural gifts.

By the end the world is bleeding, the world is burning. In a frenzy of destructiveness perfectly framed in the narrative by the destructive and uncontrollable nature of fire, all is torn asunder, driven into the ground by thundering hooves. The status of the personal quests of each of the three of them remains uncertain and the denouement is not a culmination but a washing away. Where could all this have led them? Were we to expect a happily-ever-after from such inauspicious beginnings? No, the story could only have ended as it began, from nowhere and into nothing.

Is there hope coming out the other side of this conflagration? I find none, but it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that reality must not be ignored, that we must acknowledge the thing that we must escape. In this regard, Mrs. Wirth-Cauchon’s novel is a brilliant success.


Luke Dougherty served in the US Army for five years as an Arabic and Pashto translator. He has a B.A. in International Relations from American Military University and a M.A. in Liberal Arts from St. John’s College in Annapolis. He currently lives in Baltimore, Maryland, a city that he loves.

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  1. Melissa

      why such uncomfortable power? why such financial success, why nothing? oh why pain of never giving? take it away!!! stamp it down, trample the ground! tread on the earth!

  2. Melissa

      somewhat damaged