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Tristan kneels in the mud of a forward trench in France and opens his brother with a knife<\/a>. Samuel is dead, his face still soft with the surprise of it, and Tristan cuts the heart out of the chest and packs it to send back to Montana, to bury in the ground his father chose. The men around him watch and say nothing because there is nothing to say. To them the act is butchery. To Tristan it is the last thing a brother can do.<\/p>\n

Hold on that gap. Two men watch the same knife and one sees desecration and the other sees a rite. The knife does not change. The cosmos behind the knife changes.<\/p>\n

Ernest Becker<\/a> (1924-1974) gave this gap a name. A man knows he will die and cannot bear the knowing, so he builds, or inherits, a scheme that lets him feel he counts inside something that outlasts his body. Becker called it the hero system. The Denial of Death<\/em><\/a> lays it out. Culture hands each man a way to earn the sense that he is a creature of cosmic worth and not an animal that dies and rots. The work, the name, the cause, the bloodline, the God, the legend. Becker’s word for the project is causa sui, the wish to be one’s own father, one’s own origin, beyond the reach of death. The arrangement is a lie, Becker says, but a vital lie, the only thing standing between a man and the terror of his own death.<\/p>\n

Legends of the Fall<\/a>, the 1994 film Edward Zwick<\/a> (b. 1952) made from the novella by Jim Harrison<\/a> (1937-2016), sets four such schemes under one Montana roof and lets them grind. The picture looks like a romance about a beautiful man and the woman three brothers love. Underneath it is a study of what honor means, and the study turns on something most viewers feel without naming. Every Ludlow uses the word honor, and no two of them mean the same thing by it.<\/p>\n

Colonel William Ludlow (Anthony Hopkins, b. 1937) built the ranch as a verdict on his country. He served the Army, watched it lie to the Indians and break them, and quit. He took One Stab and his rifle and his sons to a far corner of the territory and made a private kingdom there. His hero system is sovereignty. A man counts, in the Colonel’s world, by keeping faith with the land he holds and the few men he chose, and by owing nothing to the government that betrays. Honor for him is the wall around his own ground. When his sons march off to fight England’s war he reads it as a swindle, the nation reaching past his wall to take his boys for a cause he already judged false. He is not a coward and not a pacifist. He fought. He decided the only sovereign worth dying for is the one a man builds himself. The stroke that silences him for years is the picture’s cruelest turn of meaning. The sovereign loses his voice, and the kingdom rots while he watches.<\/p>\n

Samuel (Henry Thomas, b. 1971) comes home from Harvard with a fianc\u00e9e and a head full of the century’s bright faith. His hero system is the cause. A man counts by serving the moral order that runs above any one ranch or family, the order of nations and rights and civilization. So he puts on the uniform of the Canadian force to help Britain against Germany, and he believes the belief all the way down. His honor is service to principle. The trench teaches him nothing because the gas and the wire kill him before the lesson lands. He volunteers for the night patrol, walks into the flare, and dies for an idea that never knew his name. Inside his own system the death has weight. Inside his father’s it is theft. Inside Tristan’s it is a failure of protection, a promise broken.<\/p>\n

Alfred (Aidan Quinn, b. 1959) wants what the others scorn. He wants Helena, the suit, the seat in Congress, the ledger that balances. His hero system is the institution. A man counts by his standing in the records the society keeps, by office and reputation and the law’s good opinion. Honor for Alfred is a name that clears, a man other men trust with money and votes. He courts Susannah by the rules, proposes in form, waits his turn. He does business with the O’Banion bootleggers because power moves through such men and he means to have power. His brother reads this as whoring. Alfred reads his brother as a savage who solves every problem with his hands. Both are right inside their own books. The film grants Alfred one turn the audience does not expect. When the killers come for Tristan, Alfred stands at his father’s house and shoots the sheriff dead, and for a moment the institutional man steps outside the institution to keep faith with blood. His honor flexes. It holds two cosmoses at once for the length of one gunfight, and then he goes back to Helena.<\/p>\n

Tristan (Brad Pitt, b. 1963) belongs to none of these. At twelve he crawls to a sleeping grizzly and lays his hand on it and the bear wakes and tears him and he comes away with a claw and a wound he keeps. That is the founding scene of his system, and his system has no building in it, no office, no cause, no wall. His immortality is the wild and the cycle that has no end, the animal that does not lie to itself about death. Honor for Tristan is fidelity to the voice he hears, the bear in him, and to the blood. He swears to Susannah he will bring Samuel home and he fails, so he raids the German line alone and comes back with scalps around his neck, and the men recoil. He cuts out the heart. He screams at the sky over the grave. None of it reads as madness to him. It is the only grammar his system owns.<\/p>\n

Here is the trap the system sets. The other Ludlows convert their heroism into symbols and survive in the modern world. The Colonel has his deed and his land. Samuel had his cause. Alfred has his title. A symbol travels into a city and a marriage and a courtroom. Tristan’s heroism refuses the symbol. It lives in the body and the act, and the body and the act find no home in Prohibition Montana, where the law writes tickets and the gangsters keep books. So he runs rum and gets his wife killed by a corrupt deputy and beats the man near to death with his hands, because the hands are all his system gives him. A man who counts only through the body must finally pay with the body. The film knows this and saves it for the end.<\/p>\n

Susannah (Julia Ormond, b. 1965) carries the system the picture treats with the least mercy. Her immortality is union, the burning attachment to the one man who burns. When Tristan chooses her she is whole. When he leaves and writes that she should marry another, the project that held her up is gone, and she has nothing else built to stand on. She marries Alfred and keeps the form and dies inside it and then by her own hand. Her honor is constancy. The cost of a hero system that depends on another man’s presence falls on her alone, and the film, busy with its men and its bear, mostly lets it fall.<\/p>\n

One Stab keeps the last system. He tells the whole story to a reporter, an old Cree man speaking the Ludlows into permanence. His heroism is memory and witness. He cannot stop the deaths and he does not try. He holds them in the telling so they do not vanish, and the film is his act, the immortality he can give the men he loved.<\/p>\n

The collision comes from the words. Honor, loyalty, the land, the family, the country. The Ludlows say these to each other across the table and each hears his own cosmos in them and none hears the others. Alfred says honor and means a clean name. Tristan says honor and means a vow kept at any cost to the body. The Colonel says it and means sovereignty. Samuel said it and meant the cause. They are not arguing about a word. They are arguing about which death a man should be willing to die, which is the only argument hero systems ever have.<\/p>\n

Step out of Montana and the same syllable keeps splitting. Tell a Marine gunnery sergeant that honor is the thing and he hears the unit, the men on his left and right, the order followed so the others live; the worst death is the one that breaks the line. Tell a Trappist monk and he hears submission, the self emptied before God, a life counted by its disappearance into prayer. Tell a hospice nurse and she hears presence, the hand held at the bedside, a death made gentle and unalone. Tell a Neapolitan grandmother who has buried sons in the wrong kind of business and she hears the family standing above the state, debts paid, the name defended whatever the law says. Tell a venture founder in a glass office and he hears the bet made in the open, the nerve to be wrong and stand up and bet again, the disgrace of the man who never risked. Tell a Pashtun elder and he hears the guest protected under his roof though the whole valley comes for him, and the feud carried to its end. Tell a heart surgeon and she hears the outcome on the table, the patient off the machine and breathing, a record other surgeons respect. Seven men and women, one word, seven cosmoses. Each will die for the thing and none for the same thing. Put any two in a room and each takes the other for a fool or a monster.<\/p>\n

The film ends on the word it has been building toward. Tristan grows old in the North Country, finds a carcass, meets the grizzly that was always coming, draws his knife, and loses. One Stab gives the verdict over the closing frames. “It was a good death.” Inside Tristan’s system the line is true and complete. The body goes back into the cycle by the teeth of the animal that founded him, and the legend seals. Carry the same death into another system and the verdict breaks apart. To Alfred it is a squalid finish in the woods, a man who could have had Helena dying over an elk carcass. To Samuel it serves no cause and so means nothing. To the hospice nurse a good death is morphine and family and no struggle at all, the opposite of a knife fight with a bear. To the gunnery sergeant a good death buys time for someone else, and Tristan’s buys nothing for anyone.<\/p>\n

The film hands us One Stab’s verdict and asks us to hold it, and for two hours most of the audience does, which is the last turn in Becker’s account. The picture is an immortality project, built in 1994 and sold to a country that wanted, for the length of a film, to believe a man might still die a death that counts. We pay to live inside Tristan’s system because our own systems, the office and the ledger and the clean name, give us no such death and we feel the lack. That is the romance under the romance. Not a beautiful man and a woman. A beautiful death, and the hunger of people who suspect their own deaths will count for nothing.<\/p>\n

Speaking the Dead<\/strong><\/p>\n

An old Cree man sits across from a newspaper reporter and begins to talk. He has outlived almost everyone in the story he tells. The Colonel is gone, and Samuel, and Susannah, and the woman Tristan married, and at the end Tristan himself. One Stab remains, and he talks, and the talking is the film. Every scene we watch is a thing he is saying. He is the only person in Legends of the Fall who knows the whole arc, the only one who speaks to us, the only one left to do it.<\/p>\n

Hold there. The other characters spend the picture building something to carry their names past their bodies. One Stab spends it carrying everyone else’s.<\/p>\n

Ernest Becker named the wish. A man cannot bear that he will die, so he attaches himself to a scheme that lets him feel he counts in something larger and longer than his flesh. Becker called it the hero system, and The Denial of Death sorts the kinds. Most men reach for a project of their own, a deed, a name, a fortune, a son. Becker marked a quieter route. A man earns his cosmic worth by becoming the keeper of other men’s worth, the one who guarantees that the dead are not erased. The priest takes that route. The poet takes it. The griot takes it. One Stab takes it. His immortality is not a monument with his name on it. His immortality is the refusal to let the others vanish, and the route carries a strange cost the film makes us watch. To keep the dead, a man has to outlive the people he loves.<\/p>\n

One Stab’s hero system runs on memory and witness. He does not build a ranch or chase an office or march to a war for a flag. He stays. He came west with the Colonel out of the broken faith of the Army, helped raise the boys, held the old Cree ways inside a Cornish settler’s house, and watched. Watching is his work and his worship. The film grants him the one power none of the Ludlows hold. He decides what their lives meant. When Tristan dies in the teeth of the bear, One Stab tells us the death was good, and his word is the verdict the picture leaves us with. The men do the deeds. The narrator owns the meaning. That is a heroism of its own, older than the deed, the heroism of the man who says what the deed was for.<\/p>\n

Look at the status detail the film keeps quiet about. One Stab is a Cree man in the service of a White family in a country that broke his people. The Colonel quit the Army over that breaking. So the house holds two defeated things at once, the old Cree world and the Colonel’s faith in a nation, and One Stab carries both. His loyalty crosses the line of conquest and does not break on it. He keeps the Ludlow dead and the Cree dead in the same memory and serves them with the same care. A lesser man in his place might have chosen a side. One Stab chose the people in front of him and made his cosmos large enough to hold them.<\/p>\n

He kills, and the killing belongs to the system. When the corrupt men murder Tristan’s wife, One Stab rides with the answer, and he takes the scalps, and to the law this is savagery and to the newspaper a crime. Inside One Stab’s world it is restoration, the order set right and then recorded. He is warrior and scribe in one body. He does the thing and he keeps the account of the thing, and the account is what survives. A man who only kills leaves blood. A man who keeps the telling leaves a story, and the story is the longer life.<\/p>\n

Gordon Tootoosis (1941-2011), the Cree actor who plays him, brings a stillness to the part that makes the argument without a word. He watches the Ludlows spend themselves on their hero systems and he does not flinch and he does not join them. He is the calm at the center because his system has already solved the problem the others are dying of. He knows where the meaning will be kept. It will be kept in him, then in the reporter’s pages, then in us.<\/p>\n

Here is the price the film will not say out loud. One Stab’s hero system works only if everyone else’s fails. The witness needs the dead. The keeper needs people to keep. For One Stab to become the man who remembers the Ludlows, the Ludlows have to die, and he has to stand at the edge of each grave and stay standing. His immortality is built out of their mortality. The other men chase a future. One Stab inherits the past, again and again, each time another of them goes into the ground. The film gives him the calm of the man whose project cannot fail, and it gives him the loneliness of the man whose project requires him to bury everyone he loves before it is done. He wins. He is the last one talking. That is the win and that is the wound, and they are the same thing.<\/p>\n

Set the word he lives by next to other men and watch it come apart. One Stab says remember and means to keep the dead present, to hold them in speech so they go on. The word does not hold still once it leaves his mouth.<\/p>\n

A West African griot says remember and means praise. He sings the chief’s lineage at the feast, the names in their order back through the generations, and the singing is the line’s defense against death. To be forgotten is to die a second time, and the griot’s gift is that he will not let the great be forgotten.<\/p>\n

A man documenting a massacre for a war-crimes tribunal says remember and means evidence. He writes the names of the dead so they can stand in a courtroom against the men who made them dead. Memory for him is a case. The dead are not present in his ledger. They are exhibits, and forgetting is not grief but acquittal.<\/p>\n

A woman who runs a Confederate memorial society says remember and means inheritance and grievance. The dead are a debt the living owe, a cause handed down, and to remember is to keep faith with a beaten world and refuse the verdict history wrote on it. Her remembering and the griot’s both honor the dead, and they cannot sit at the same table.<\/p>\n

A Mormon doing temple genealogy says remember and means rescue. He hunts the names of the forgotten dead through old registers so they can be sealed and saved, the soul retrieved by the descendant who finds it. Remembering for him is salvation work. To find a lost name is to pull a man out of oblivion and into the family of the living God.<\/p>\n

A daughter caring for a mother with Alzheimer’s says remember and means the war at the door. Every morning she fights an erasure that is winning, and her remembering is no monument and no case and no rescue. It is the small daily holding of a person who is leaving while still in the room.<\/p>\n

A Greek widow in her village wears black the rest of her life and says remember and means fidelity. Her body keeps the mourning her heart cannot put down. To stop would be a betrayal, so she does not stop, and the black dress is the memory worn where the village can see it.<\/p>\n

A prosecutor says remember and means testimony. He puts a witness on the stand and rebuilds a dead man’s last hour for twelve strangers, and the remembering is sworn, timed, and contested, a thing the defense will try to break.<\/p>\n

Seven keepers, one word, seven worlds. Each holds the dead, and no two hold them the same way. Put the griot and the prosecutor and the widow and the Confederate matron at one table and each stares past the others across a distance no one can cross, every one of them certain he alone knows what it means to remember.<\/p>\n

Walk back to the room where the old man talks to the reporter. The Colonel built a kingdom and it rotted. Samuel served a cause and it killed him. Alfred bought an office and it left him hollow. Tristan obeyed the voice and it cost him his wife and at the last his life. Every hero system in the picture fails its man. One Stab’s does not. The proof is the picture. We sit inside his telling, watching the dead he refused to let go, and the proof of his immortality project is that it reached us, a hundred years and a continent away, in a dark room with the lights down. The witness is the man whose bid for permanence pays out. He earns it by being the last to leave. He stands at every grave, he keeps every name, and when there is no one left to bury he sits down across from a stranger and gives the dead the one thing that outlasts a body, a man willing to say their names out loud.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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