{"id":196794,"date":"2026-06-30T10:01:11","date_gmt":"2026-06-30T18:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=196794"},"modified":"2026-06-30T11:50:22","modified_gmt":"2026-06-30T19:50:22","slug":"tim-ingold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=196794","title":{"rendered":"Tim Ingold – The Man Who Gave the Notebooks Back"},"content":{"rendered":"

In May of 2024 a man of seventy-five walks into the village school at Sevettij\u00e4rvi<\/a>, in the far northeast of Finnish Lapland, carrying notebooks he filled more than fifty years before. The pages hold fieldnotes from 1971 and 1972, written when he was twenty-three and living through his first long winter among the Skolt S\u00e1mi<\/a>. He hands them back, into a cultural archive kept by the descendants of the herders he once followed across the snow. The Skolt came to this country after the war, resettled from Petsamo<\/a> when the border moved and the Soviet Union<\/a> took their old land. Tim Ingold<\/a> (b. 1948) returns the record to the people and the place that made it.<\/p>\n

He spent a career arguing that a man comes to know a country by moving through it, by living in it and attending to it, not by reading it off a map. The return of the notebooks carries that argument into the world. The notes do not belong in a drawer in Aberdeen. They belong in the snow country where the walking happened.<\/p>\n

Ingold grew up in a house ruled by fungi. His father, Cecil Terence Ingold<\/a> (1905-2010), ranked among the foremost mycologists of the century, a president of the British Mycological Society<\/a> and the organizer of the first International Mycological Congress. A genus, Ingoldiella, carries the family name. A class of water-borne fungi still go by the term Ingoldian. The father studied fungi as living processes, growing and feeding, breaking matter down and turning it into the next thing, and the boy absorbed a lesson he carried into a different science. A living thing is not a fixed object with its nature settled in advance. It develops by working on the world around it and taking the world’s work in return.<\/p>\n

The boy went to Leighton Park<\/a>, a Quaker school in Reading. Quakers sit in silence and train themselves to attend to what stands in front of them, and a man who later built an anthropology around attention began his schooling there.<\/p>\n

He entered Churchill College, Cambridge<\/a>, to read natural sciences, then turned to social anthropology when he found his questions ran toward people rather than chemistry. He took his degree in 1970 and his doctorate in 1976. In the lecture halls Edmund Leach<\/a> (1910-1989) carried the structuralism of Claude L\u00e9vi-Strauss<\/a> (1908-2009) into British anthropology, and the young Ingold found it appealing, a kind of pure mathematics of social life. Meyer Fortes<\/a> (1906-1983) and Jack Goody<\/a> (1919-2015) lectured too. The man who taught him most was Keith Hart<\/a> (b. 1943), lately back from the Tallensi in northern Ghana. Hart supervised him in his second year and taught him how to write. He could cut a sentence to ribbons without ever making the writer feel small.<\/p>\n

In 1971 Ingold went north to Sevettij\u00e4rvi and stayed sixteen months. He was twenty-three. The Skolt herded reindeer across a hard country, and he set out to learn how they made a living from the animals and the land. He did not sit them down with a questionnaire. He went onto the land with the herders and watched and walked and helped. For the first month or two he used a house belonging to a Skolt woman, and when she wanted it back he found his own place and looked after himself. Those months taught him something the textbooks had not. He came to think that knowledge of a place grows out of moving through it in the company of people who already know it.<\/p>\n

He arrived in the middle of a quarrel he had not started. Through the 1960s and into the 1970s teams of scientists came each summer to study the Sami as a case in human adaptability, measuring bodies and recording habits. Ingold watched the Sami serve as subjects for research they had not asked for and could not control, and he came to describe them as unwilling objects of the work. The discomfort stayed with him. It sharpened a question he carried for fifty years. What does it do to people to be studied as specimens rather than joined as fellow inhabitants of a world?<\/p>\n

After a year at the University of Helsinki<\/a> in 1973 and 1974 he took a lectureship at the University of Manchester<\/a>. He went back to the field once more, in 1979 and 1980, this time among Finnish farmers in the district of Salla<\/a>, asking how families there held together farming, forestry, and reindeer while the young drained away to the towns.<\/p>\n

Manchester held him for twenty-five years. He became Professor in 1990 and Max Gluckman Professor of Social Anthropology in 1995, taking a chair named for the South African anthropologist Max Gluckman<\/a> (1911-1975), who built the Manchester school. He edited Man<\/a>, the journal of the Royal Anthropological Institute<\/a>, from 1990 to 1992. In 1988 he founded the Group for Debates in Anthropological Theory and set colleagues arguing formal motions across a table. That same year something broke open in his thinking. He stopped accepting the split that runs down the middle of the human, biology on one side and society on the other, nature below and culture above. He decided the split was the error, and most of his later work follows from refusing it. His second book, Hunters, Pastoralists and Ranchers (1980), had already compared the ways northern peoples lived from reindeer and caribou.<\/p>\n

In 1999 the University of Aberdeen<\/a> offered him a new chair, and he went north again. He built the youngest anthropology department in Britain, founded in 2002, and turned it into a center where anthropologists worked alongside archaeologists, architects, artists, and designers. He directed the university’s research theme on the North from 2011 to 2017. When managers tried to run the university like a firm, he helped lead a campaign called Reclaiming Our University and became its public face. He retired in 2018 and stayed on as Professor Emeritus, still lecturing, still running workshops on walking and drawing and making.<\/p>\n

His work reached a wide readership in 2000. The Perception of the Environment gathered decades of essays and set out a claim that cut against the grain of cognitive science. The mind is not a computer that builds a model of the world inside the skull and then acts on the model. Drawing on the ecological psychology of James J. Gibson<\/a> (1904-1979), Ingold argued that perception is direct. A creature moving through a rich environment picks up what the world affords for action. It does not assemble a picture and consult it.<\/p>\n

From this grew the idea at the center of his work. He refused the picture of a fixed human nature on which culture writes social difference afterward. A man is never a finished product. He keeps developing through work, travel, talk, schooling, craft, and the company of others. Growth, not inheritance, defines a human life. Ingold drew here on the phenomenology of Maurice Merleau-Ponty<\/a> (1908-1961), the biology of Jakob von Uexk\u00fcll<\/a> (1864-1944), the developmental work of the psychologist Esther Thelen<\/a> (1941-2004), and, as he often said, the process philosophy of Henri Bergson<\/a> (1859-1941) and Alfred North Whitehead<\/a> (1861-1947).<\/p>\n

He borrowed a word from Martin Heidegger<\/a> (1889-1976) and made it his own. People do not draw a map in the head and then step out into the world. They learn by dwelling, by living in a place until its paths and seasons and tasks grow familiar through repetition. A woodland path is the gathered history of everyone who has walked it, not a line drawn between two points.<\/p>\n

He set his face against the picture of society as a heap of separate individuals tied together by rules. In its place he offered the meshwork. A network joins points that already exist. A meshwork is woven from lines of movement and growth, and people, animals, rivers, roads, weather, and buildings tangle together along those lines rather than sitting apart and getting connected later.<\/p>\n

Movement led him to a further distinction. Modern life imagines travel as carrying a passenger across empty space from one point to another. Ingold called this transport and set against it the older practice of wayfaring, where the journey is the thing and the traveler learns and perceives and grows along the way. Walking becomes a way of thinking. Knowledge comes up out of the road.<\/p>\n

His account of making has done as much work in archaeology, architecture, and craft studies as anything he wrote. The common picture has a maker stamping a plan onto dead material, the design first in the head, the wood or clay or metal merely receiving it. Ingold turned this around. Materials have their own grain and resistance and possibility. The craftsman corresponds with the wood, follows it, argues with it, and the thing takes shape out of that exchange. Making is a growing-together rather than a stamping-out.<\/p>\n

He liked to tell a story about Goethe<\/a> (1749-1832) and a plant. If you want to know a plant, Goethe said, go and sit with it. Watch it for days, so long and so close that your own power of attention takes its training from the plant, until you see it the way the plant asks to be seen. The thing you study starts to tell you how to study it. Ingold thought science should work this way, as a relationship that grows between the watcher and the watched.<\/p>\n

He spent years quarreling with the discipline’s master concept, culture. He never denied that people live in different ways. He denied that these ways come in sealed packages handed down intact from one generation to the next. People learn by imitation, apprenticeship, improvisation, and engagement with a world, and the bounded culture is a fiction laid over that living process. The same refusal turned him against the old essentialism of race and tribe and against newer multiculturalisms that still draw hard lines around peoples.<\/p>\n

His developmental view put him at odds with sociobiology and evolutionary psychology, which explain behavior by mental modules cut into the species during the Stone Age. Ingold answered that development runs the length of a life. Genes hand a creature resources for growing, not a program for behaving. Human powers come up through the traffic among bodies, environments, materials, and relationships.<\/p>\n

He called himself an ecological anthropologist, yet his ecology parts from the mainstream kind. He did not picture nature as an object outside the human, waiting for managers to protect it. People live inside the web of living relations and reshape it as it reshapes them. Care for the world grows from taking part in it with attention, not from standing over it as a steward.<\/p>\n

The books came in a long line. Lines: A Brief History (2007) followed the line through walking, drawing, weaving, writing, and music. Being Alive (2011) argued that life is a correspondence between a creature and its world rather than an adjustment to fixed conditions. Making (2013) read craft as a conversation with materials. The Life of Lines (2015) pushed his governing image to its limit, every living thing trailing a line through the world, identities forming where the lines cross and braid. Anthropology: Why It Matters (2018) defended the discipline as a training in attention to other ways of living. In retirement the line ran on, through Imagining for Real (2022) and The Rise and Fall of Generation Now (2024).<\/p>\n

The honors came as well. The British Academy<\/a> elected him a Fellow in 1997, the Royal Society of Edinburgh<\/a> in 2000. The Royal Anthropological Institute gave him its Huxley Memorial Medal in 2014, its highest award. The Crown named him Commander of the Order of the British Empire<\/a> in 2022 for services to anthropology.<\/p>\n

Critics press him where his strengths run thin. A thinker so taken with flow and growth and becoming can slight the hard furniture of the world, the states and markets and bureaucracies and laws that hold their shape across generations and bear down on the people inside them. Some readers find little room in his work for power and inequality. Some archaeologists doubt that a philosophy of process can account for the sharp breaks and jumps of technological change. The objections land. They also mark the cost of a vision built to see movement rather than structure.<\/p>\n

He married a Finnish woman, and they raised four children. The tie to Finland held across his life, the same northern country that gave him his first winter in the field.<\/p>\n

So the notebooks go back to Sevettij\u00e4rvi. A man who taught that knowledge grows from moving and dwelling and attending carries his own record home to the snow, into the hands of the people whose grandparents taught him how to walk a country. He has said for fifty years that a self is not a thing you own and keep. It is a path you make by going. The notebooks are a stretch of that path, returned to the ground that holds the rest of it.<\/p>\n

Notes<\/p>\n

The opening and closing scene, Ingold returning his 1971-1972 fieldnotes to the Skolt S\u00e1mi at the Sevettij\u00e4rvi village school in May 2024, together with the Petsamo resettlement background, comes from Arctic Anthropology<\/i> and the University of Lapland event listing.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/arcticanthropology.org\/2024\/05\/13\/fieldnotes-returning-to-the-field-tim-ingold-and-the-skolt-sami\/<\/a><\/p>\n

https:\/\/grokipedia.com\/page\/Tim_Ingold<\/a><\/p>\n

The material on Ingold’s father, Cecil Terence Ingold, including his presidency of the British Mycological Society, the genus Ingoldiella<\/i>, and “Ingoldian” aquatic fungi, comes from this interview.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/spiriterritory.com\/conversations\/interviews\/24992-anthropology_art_and_the_mycelial_person\/<\/a><\/p>\n

The fieldwork specifics, including the sixteen months in the field, Ingold’s age of twenty-three, the Skolt woman wanting her house back, and his living alone, come from the same Spiriterritory<\/i> interview. The description of the Skolt S\u00e1mi as “unwilling subjects” of human-adaptability researchers comes from this peer-reviewed article.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.tandfonline.com\/doi\/full\/10.1080\/03468755.2024.2434000<\/a><\/p>\n

The career spine, including Helsinki in 1973-1974, the Salla fieldwork in 1979-1980, Manchester until 1999, his professorship in 1990, the Max Gluckman Chair in 1995, the editorship of Man<\/i>, the founding of the Group for Debates in Anthropological Theory in 1988, election to the British Academy in 1997, fellowship of the Royal Society of Edinburgh in 2000, the founding of the Aberdeen anthropology department in 2002, and The North<\/i> theme from 2011 to 2017, comes from his Aberdeen profile and his own website.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.abdn.ac.uk\/people\/tim.ingold<\/a><\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.timingold.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n

The 1988 breakthrough in which he collapsed the nature\/society split, together with the Reclaiming Our University campaign, comes from this interview.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.full-stop.net\/2019\/04\/10\/interviews\/michael-schapira\/tim-ingold\/<\/a><\/p>\n

The Goethe-and-the-plant anecdote comes from the Spiriterritory<\/i> interview. Bergson and Whitehead as influences Ingold himself names, including the phrase “profound influence,” come from Wikipedia, which I added to your draft’s list. The Huxley Memorial Medal in 2014 and the CBE in the 2022 Birthday Honours are also documented on Wikipedia.<\/p>\n

Several details are self-evident extrapolations rather than sourced claims. These include the texture of a mycologist’s home, the hard winter country and walking with herders in Lapland, and the “formal motions across a table” format of the debates group. The line about Keith Hart cutting a sentence to ribbons is my rendering of the sourced phrase “ruthlessly critical without ever being dismissive,” not a quotation. I kept dialogue out of real people’s mouths except for the paraphrased Goethe story and that one characterized line, so nothing is fabricated as a direct quote.<\/p>\n

The Tacit<\/strong><\/p>\n

A boy learns to herd reindeer by going out with a man who already knows how. No one hands him a manual. He watches where the older man puts his feet, how he reads the snow, when he waits and when he moves, and across years of cold mornings the skill grows in him. Tim Ingold (b. 1948) built an anthropology on this scene. Knowledge of this kind does not pass from head to head as a code. It grows in a body through doing, in a place, in the company of others who do it too. Ingold calls the older picture, knowledge copied like software from one mind to the next, a failure, and he puts growth, dwelling, and correspondence in its place.<\/p>\n

Stephen Turner<\/a> spent a career putting one hard question to pictures like this. Where does the shared thing live, and how does it cross from one body to the next?<\/p>\n

In The Social Theory of Practices<\/a> (1994), Brains\/Practices\/Relativism<\/i><\/a> (2002) and Understanding the Tacit<\/i><\/a> (2014), Turner took apart the idea at the center of modern social thought, that a group shares a tacit something, a practice, a tradition, a background, a habitus, a paradigm, passed along and reproduced so that the members come to hold the same thing. His verdict was hard. There is no route by which such a shared possession crosses from one man to another and arrives the same. The tacit, by its nature, cannot be written out or laid on the table. So no one can check that two men hold the same one, and no one can hand over what he cannot state. What is real is each man’s own habituation, built up on its own through his own history of trying and getting corrected. Take away the claim of sameness and the shared practice falls back into private habit. Turner aimed this at the giants, at Durkheim, at Wittgenstein as Kripke read him, at Bourdieu<\/a> (1930-2002) and his talk of reproduction. The tacit he had in his sights traces to Michael Polanyi (1891-1976)<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Ingold thinks he has walked out of this trap. He drops the code, and he believes that dropping the code drops the problem. Turner’s answer is that the escape stops halfway. Ingold throws out the code and keeps the collective. Listen to his holding-words. The meshwork holds relations. The landscape carries the gathered skill of generations. A woodland path is the history of all who have walked it. Knowledge belongs to a community of practice, the herder’s skill to a way of life. Each phrase sets the knowing somewhere above the single herder, or between the herders, anywhere but inside the man.<\/p>\n

Turner’s question bites at every one. Where does the gathered skill of the generations sit in the gap between the death of one herder and the training of the next? In the land? A path holds no skill. It holds ruts. A trained man reads the ruts and a green one walks past them, so the skill is in the trained man and not in the ground. Say instead that the skill lives in the relations, along the lines, and you have named an address that stores nothing and carries nothing. You have given the gap a new name. You have not closed it.<\/p>\n

Ingold stands closer to Turner than either admits. Both men throw out the code. Both put their weight on the public world, the tools, the path, the herd, the snow, and on long individual habituation. Ingold’s best idea, the education of attention, which he takes from James J. Gibson (1904-1979), almost is Turner’s own alternative. The master pours no representation into the novice. He points, he sets the boy where the right things can be seen, and the boy’s perception sharpens through his own encounters. That is individual learning cued by a common world. Turner could sign most of it.<\/p>\n

They part over the collective. Ingold needs the knowing to belong to the meshwork and not to the man, because his quarrel is with the picture of society as a heap of separate individuals tied by rules. He wants the relations to come first and the related things second. Turner answers that this is the move that costs Ingold his causal story. Grant that the boy and the old man are caught up in one world of snow and herd and fence. Each still meets that world with his own nervous system, and each builds his own skill out of his own contact with it. Two trained men look as though they share a practice. What they share is the snow they both learned on, not a tacit object lodged in the air between them. The likeness comes from the common object working on separate learners. Ingold reads the likeness as a sign of a shared something and gives that something a home in the relations. Turner reads the same likeness and finds two habits, near enough alike to tempt the observer into positing a third thing that holds them both.<\/p>\n

Ingold has a strong reply. The question is rigged, he can say. To ask where the skill lives, in what nervous system, how it crosses between brains, is to assume the sealed inner mind set against an outer world, the split he has spent forty years refusing. Ask it his way and it dissolves. There are no separate insides for the skill to travel between. There is one field of correspondence, organism and environment growing together, and skill is a property of the live tangle.<\/p>\n

Turner does not need the sealed mind. He needs only that the boy and the old man are two bodies, each with its own history of contact, each able to die without the other losing his skill. The old man dies and the boy keeps herding. The skill did not run back into the meshwork and refill the boy from the common store. The boy had been building his own the whole time, out of his own mornings on the snow. Refusing the split between inside and outside does not abolish the two separate learners. It only forbids Ingold from naming them in his own vocabulary. His defense reads in the end less as an answer than as a rule against asking the question.<\/p>\n

How much of this does Ingold see? He sees the transmission problem when it comes dressed as cultural code, and he beats it cleanly, which is why his work survives the first round with Turner that wrecks the weaker practice theorists. He has read his Gibson and built a real account of how a man learns to perceive. What he does not seem to see is that his holism smuggles back the sameness Turner attacked, now wearing the dress of meshwork, correspondence, and the gathered skill of generations. He treats these figures as having slipped the problem because they are not codes. Turner’s point goes under the codes. Any shared something, code or flow or field, owes the same debt. Name the route by which it comes to be the same in two men, or give it up. Ingold has changed the noun and kept the debt.<\/p>\n

Strip the collective out of him and much of Ingold stands. The education of attention stands. The primacy of the public world, the herd and the path and the tool, stands. The attack on knowledge-as-code stands, and Turner would cheer it. What falls is the holism, the claim that the knowing belongs to the relations and not to the men. That is the part Ingold loves most and guards hardest, and it is the part that cannot pay its causal bill. The meshwork is a fine figure. It is also a good place to hide the thing that does no work. Put Turner’s challenge in the snow where Ingold likes to stand and it comes down to one demand. Show me what crosses between the dying herder and the learning boy. Look hard and you find the snow, the herd, the fence, the dogs, the tools, and two men trained apart. The continuity is real. It is local, public, and individual all the way down. There is no gathered skill in the land, only ruts a trained eye can read. The line Ingold draws through the generations holds as a figure of speech and stays empty as an address.<\/p>\n

The Great Delusion<\/em><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

If John J. Mearsheimer’s anthropology is right<\/a>, the ecological philosophy of British anthropologist Tim Ingold stands as a radical, romantic misreading of how human beings relate to their world and each other. Ingold, famous for works like The Perception of the Environment and Lines, advocates for a “dwelling perspective.” He views human life as an open-ended process of growth and movement through a fluid landscape, where people constantly interweave their actions with animals, plants, and materials.
\nIngold rejects the idea that humans are born with a pre-programmed genetic blueprint or that they are simply passive recipients of a static, bounded cultural code. Instead, he views life as a continuous, open meshwork of lines, where individuals co-create their identities through direct engagement with their surroundings.
\nIf Mearsheimer is right, Ingold\u2019s open meshwork is punctured by the hard reality of human containment.
\nFirst, Ingold treats the human relationship with the environment as a direct, unmediated engagement. He focuses on how a hunter follows a track or how a weaver handles willow strands. Mearsheimer’s anthropology insists that an individual never meets the world in this unburdened, atomistic way. The long human childhood ensures that an intense value infusion occurs before critical or sensory faculties can independent navigate the landscape. The hunter does not see a track through raw, individual perception; he sees it through the lens of a highly specific social conditioning that has already dictated what is valuable, dangerous, and sacred. The individual is contained by the group’s worldview long before he can wander along Ingold’s open lines of movement.
\nSecond, Ingold’s philosophy relies on an open system of existence where boundaries are fluid and constantly shifting. This provides a theoretical basis for a post-individualist, ecological cosmopolitanism.
\nMearsheimer\u2019s framework counters that human survival requires a closed system. Humans are tribal at their core because the best way to survive is to be embedded in a cooperative society that protects its members from external threats. This cooperative defense necessitates a hard distinction between the group and the outsider. The fluid, boundless world Ingold describes ignores the primary logic of group security. While an individual might feel a sense of unity with the landscape while walking through a forest, that sentiment is a luxury permitted only because a highly structured, defensive social group is securing the perimeter of his society.
\nIf Mearsheimer is right, Ingold’s dwelling perspective captures the secondary, creative manifestations of human activity but misses the foundational engine. Humans do not simply flow along lines of relationship in a harmonious world. They build walls, consolidate territories, and organize into tight, defensive coalitions to ensure their survival in an anarchic environment. Ingold describes a world of infinite connection, but Mearsheimer explains why humans must always prioritize the survival of their specific tribe above all else.<\/p>\n

‘A Big Misunderstanding’<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

If David Pinsof is right, the ecological anthropology of Tim Ingold represents a sophisticated intellectual effort to frame human life as an interconnected, harmonious process to outcompete rival scientific paradigms and secure elite academic status.<\/p>\n

Throughout books like The Perception of the Environment, Lines, and Making, Ingold argues against the traditional Western separation of humanity from nature and mind from body. He presents a framework where humans do not live on the earth but in it, developing knowledge through direct, sensory immersion in what he calls a meshwork of entangled life. To his followers, this is a profound correction of a Cartesian misunderstanding that has alienated modern man and damaged the planet.<\/p>\n

A Pinsofian analysis strips away this high-status, holistic veneer. Human beings do not view the environment as an arena for resource extraction because they fell victim to a philosophical error. They do so because natural selection built the human mind to secure finite resources, dominate ecological niches, and outcompete rivals. The boundary lines humans draw\u2014between cultures, territories, and properties\u2014are not conceptual mistakes; they are functional, defensive weapons used by rational animals to protect their alliances and ensure survival.<\/p>\n

By asserting that modern alienation and environmental crises stem from a bad Western paradigm, Ingold creates an ideal mission statement for the academic class. It positions the relational philosopher as the authority who can heal our broken relationship with the world. His critiques of neo-Darwinian evolutionary biology function as tools in a high-stakes institutional competition. By rejecting the view that human behavior is driven by genetic self-interest and zero-sum calculations, Ingold offers a narrative that allows elite scholars to signal deep moral and spiritual superiority over the cold, mechanistic sciences.<\/p>\n

Ingold\u2019s focus on the art of walking, drawing, and crafting things by hand serves as a powerful signal of refinement in the cultural marketplace. If Pinsof speaks the truth, Ingold did not discover a peaceful alternative to human competition. He successfully deployed a beautifully written, idealistic philosophy to secure immense prestige, high citation counts, and an elite legacy within European anthropology. His work charts a poetic view of the landscape while functioning as an effective instrument for academic dominance.<\/p>\n

Buffered and Porous Selves<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tim Ingold describes a world where the path remembers the feet that walked it, where the craftsman’s wood pushes back and the maker answers, where the organism and the country around it breathe into one another. A medieval peasant would have known this world at once. The forest held powers. The relic healed. The evil eye fell on a man and he sickened. Charles Taylor<\/a> (b. 1931) gives that peasant a name. He calls him a porous self.<\/p>\n

Taylor draws the line in A Secular Age<\/em><\/a>. The porous self belongs to the enchanted world, the world before disenchantment, the world Max Weber (1864-1920) said we lost. It keeps no firm wall between inside and outside. Meaning sits out in things, in the relic and the curse and the holy place, already there before you meet it, waiting to enter you. The self lies open to forces that can come in and take hold, demons, the sacred, the charge in a charmed object. Fullness, the sense that life is full and means something, lies outside the self, in the cosmos and its powers. The buffered self belongs to the disenchanted world that replaced it. A wall goes up. Meaning withdraws from things and gathers inside the mind. The world outside turns to neutral matter, raw stuff for use. The self stands sealed, safe, master of the meanings it makes. Fullness, if a man finds it, he now finds within. Taylor binds this buffered self to disengaged reason, to science, to the disciplined stance of the man who can step back, see the world laid out before him, and act on it. And he refuses the easy story, the subtraction story, that says we merely dropped a load of false beliefs and lost nothing in the trade. Taylor calls the loss real. We lost a way of living in the world.<\/p>\n

Set Ingold against this and his life’s work comes into focus. He has spent fifty years attacking the buffered self in its modern dress, the computational mind. The mind as a sealed processor, building a private model of an outer world, manufacturing meaning inside the skull out of dead data gathered outside, is the buffered self written as cognitive science. Ingold pulls it down. Direct perception, the organism reaching into a world that already affords, dwelling, the meshwork, correspondence, every one of these reopens the wall the buffered self built. The organism turns porous again. The world turns alive again. The landscape remembers, the material answers, the line is alive. Ingold is arguing the porous self back into being.<\/p>\n

Ingold wants porosity without the spirits. The peasant’s openness made sense because the world he opened to was full of someone, gods and demons and powers with wills of their own. Ingold opens the organism to wind, snow, reindeer, wood, weather, paths. He keeps the door shut against the holy. His porosity is secular, the enchanted self’s open border with the enchanted world’s old residents evicted. The forest is alive and no one lives in it. The wood answers and nothing speaks.<\/p>\n

Taylor would ask whether a secular porosity is a position a man can hold or only a mood he can feel. The porous self’s openness meant something because there was something out there to be open to. Take away the gods and the powers and ask what is left for the organism to be porous toward. Materials, forces, other creatures, all real and all mute. Yet Ingold keeps the old vocabulary of address. Things summon us, answer us, correspond with us. The line is alive. That language was minted in the enchanted world, where the summons came from a someone, and Ingold spends it in a world he has cleared of anyone who could summon. So Taylor’s question stands. Is this re-enchantment, or the buffered self’s universe lit with the porous self’s candles, the feeling of the old world carried on after its substance is gone?<\/p>\n

The buffered self bought its great prize, clear disengaged sight, the world seen as it is, by sealing itself off. Detachment was the price of objectivity and also its reward. The porous self could never have been a scientist. It was too tangled in the world, too open to its forces, to stand back and take the measure of it. Now watch what Ingold does. He sets out to dismantle the buffered self for everyone, for the herder, the craftsman, the reader, the human as such, and he writes the whole time as the one man who has seen through the Western mistake and can tell us what the human is. That posture, the disengaged knower judging a civilization’s wrong turn from above, is the buffered self in its purest state. He preaches porosity and practices buffering. He hands the herder a world that washes through him and keeps for himself the dry sealed perch from which the meshwork can be surveyed and pronounced upon.<\/p>\n

If Ingold is right, if the organism is one line among many, formed by all it lives among, with no inside walled off from the flow, then the anthropologist is one more line too, with no view from above, no dry ground outside the tangle to report from. The porous self gets no overview. That is what porosity costs. But Ingold’s books are overviews from cover to cover. They survey, they compare, they diagnose, they correct. The seeing they do is the seeing of a buffered mind. The self Ingold describes could not have written the book that describes it.<\/p>\n

Is he aware of the bind? Give him his due, because he is not blind to it. He attacks the view from nowhere by name. His program of knowing from the inside, his demand that the anthropologist think from within the world and never from above it, is a real attempt to give up the buffered vantage and make knowing a kind of dwelling. So he has seen the trap. Whether he climbs out of it or only points at it is another question. To know from the inside and still hand down universal verdicts about the human and the West is to want the inside’s intimacy and the outside’s authority in the same breath. Taylor is the steadier man on this ground. A Secular Age tells the story of the buffered self from within the frame it describes, and Taylor admits his place in it. He is a buffered modern who feels the pull of the porous and does not pretend to have escaped. Ingold is faster to announce the cure than to grant that he is also the patient.<\/p>\n

The buffered self came with a flatness, a low sense that the disenchanted world is dead and a man is shut alone inside his skull in a universe that means nothing. Taylor names that ache and will not call it nothing. Ingold’s work is balm for it. It tells buffered moderns who can no longer believe in spirits that the world is alive after all, that they belong to it, that the wind and the wood and the reindeer answer them when they attend. The pull of Ingold is the pull of a re-enchantment scrubbed of everything a modern cannot swallow. No God, no demons, no judgment, only a warm and breathing world that asks nothing of a man but his attention. The offer is strong, and the frame shows why it lands. It returns the porous self’s fullness and leaves behind the porous self’s terrors. The peasant’s open world could enter him, curse him, damn him. Ingold’s open world only corresponds with him. He has kept the intimacy and dropped the dread.<\/p>\n

Ingold gives the disenchantment story its most attractive secular ending, porosity without spirits, a world thrown open to the organism without being thrown open to anything that might judge it or lay a claim on it. The price is a double standing he never settles. He grants porosity to everyone he studies and keeps buffered sovereignty for himself, the one sealed mind in a world he has declared open. And the enchantment he brings back is borrowed, the summons and the answer and the living line, words that carried weight when a someone stood behind them, kept on as feeling now that no one does. Taylor’s question is the one to leave standing. Has Ingold healed the modern wound, or found a way to feel its absence as a presence, the porous self’s warmth without its God and without its fear? The herder on the snow lies open to a world that answers him. Whether anything answers, or whether the answer is the sound of his own attention coming back to him off the snow, is the thing Ingold’s lovely vocabulary is built not to ask.<\/p>\n

Notes<\/p>\n

Taylor’s buffered and porous selves are explained in A Secular Age<\/i> (2007). The porous self draws no firm line between inner and outer and remains open to a world of spirits, demons, and cosmic forces, with meaning already present in things before human contact. The buffered self is insulated, with meaning withdrawn into the mind and the world left as neutral matter. Taylor connects this buffered self to disengaged reason and instrumental control.<\/p>\n

He rejects the subtraction story, which claims that disenchantment merely removed false belief at no cost. Instead, Taylor argues that a whole way of experiencing the world was lost. See the Notre Dame Philosophical Reviews<\/i> review and the Wikipedia entry.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/ndpr.nd.edu\/reviews\/a-secular-age\/<\/a><\/p>\n

https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/A_Secular_Age<\/a><\/p>\n

The reading-notes page with the page 135 buffered-self passage is here.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/spiritualityshoppe.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/SecularAgeNotes.pdf<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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