Ethical Wisdom: The Search for a Moral Life

Ethical Wisdom: The Search for a Moral Life

by Mark Matousek


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In this engagingly written and deeply insightful book, bestselling author Mark Matousek explores a perennially troubling question: How can we be both good and evil?
Contrary to what we’ve been taught in our reason-obsessed culture, argues Matousek, emotions are the bedrock of ethical life; without them, human beings cannot be empathic, moral, or good. But how do we make the judgment call between self-interest and caring for others? What does being good really mean? Which parts of morality are biological, which ethical? When should instinct be trusted and when does it lead us into trouble? How can we know ourselves to be good amidst the hypocrisy, fears, and sabotaging appetites that pervade our two-sided natures?
Drawing on the latest scientific research and interviews with social scientists, spiritual leaders, ex-cons, altruists, and philosophers, Matousek examines morality from all angles in this thoroughly entertaining and helpful guide to crossing one’s own murky moral terrain.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780767930680
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/05/2012
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 1,175,172
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Mark Matousek is the author of two bestselling memoirs, Sex Death Enlightenment and The Boy He Left Behind. A contributing editor for O, The Oprah Magazine, he was a senior editor at Interview and has written for numerous publications, including The New Yorker, the New York Times Magazine, Harper's Bazaar, Details, and AARP magazine. Matousek lives in New York City.

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From the Introduction

My mother wasn’t always a thief. She wasn’t really the criminal type. Rebellious, yes—a crook, no—at least not before my father left us. But very good people do bad things sometimes when their luck has run out and nobody’s looking.
My deadbeat father skipped town without warning. The shame was worse than the poverty. This was back in the late 1950s, when broken homes weren’t common yet, making us pariahs, have-nots, desgraciados in our affluent L.A. suburb. My mother had struggled to keep us afloat but could not prevent the humiliation. She wept when the electric company cut our power. She cursed when we lost our car and the phone. She begged the landlord not to evict us when the welfare checks ran out and the five of us were eating matzoh brei—basically, crackers and eggs—on paper plates by candlelight for dinner.
Ida, my mother, was losing it. When a neighbor offered her a job at Super Fair, a weirdly moral-sounding local department store, she jumped at the extra cash and began to work from 4 to 6 a.m., stocking shelves and pricing inventory. My mother slipped out before dawn every morning, while the four of us were still in bed. I can still recall the sound of the screen door slamming, and the strangeness of her new routine. I also remember my sisters becoming less snarky and bitter around that time. After the advent of Super Fair in our lives, mysterious gifts began to appear. Joyce was now wearing brand-new tennis shoes (I noticed because I certainly wasn’t). Marcia’s battered old purse was replaced by a tangerine-colored item with tassels. Belle, my baby sister, now sported a festive pink snug- gly, appliquéd with clowns and balloons. And finally—with what appeared to be fishes-and-loaves magicianship—my mother pro- duced a navy blue coat like the one I had begged for on my birthday, but which was, she had said, beyond our means.
Where did it come from? I wanted to know.
Ida said it had been on “layaway.” Now I was positive that she was lying. We had lots of things on layaway—stuff my mother had set aside in stores till she could mange to pay them off, which hadn’t happened in quite a while. This coat had never been laid away. This realization—the atrocious fact that my mother was lying—threw a bombshell into my eight-year-old psyche and brought me to the first ethical crossroads of my life. Should I tell her that I knew she was pulling my leg? Or shut my mouth and enjoy the booty? Should I admit to my well-meaning mother that this moral betrayal had robbed me of parental trust? Or should I keep my mouth shut and just be grateful that she had tried to make me happy?
I thanked her for the coat and said nothing. My mother stopped working at Super Fair soon afterward and found a job as a civil servant. After that our family had more money; Ida’s thieving career had been flukish and brief. It was a flukishness that paid off in the end, though. My troubled conscience over that purloined coat helped to turn me into a lifelong seeker, someone who questioned truth obsessively. If my mother was a shoplifter what, for instance, did that make me? Could behavior actually be designated evil if it sprang from love? Was I a criminal for accepting her gift? Was it wrong—even sinful, perhaps—to benefit from the fruits of a crime? Or did sin not even exist, technically speaking, when no one was around to report it? I felt arrogant, dirty, sorry, and grateful. I also felt deflowered. An ideal had been torn from my budding ethos, forcing me to acknowledge a conflict I was probably too young to face; namely, that the facts of a situation could lead to (at least) two different conclusions at the same time. My mother could be a wonderful person who did a cockamamie thing. I could be a thief for saying nothing. My sisters could be accomplices for loving their goodies. All of these things could be true at once. But how was this possible? It all got jumbled up inside me. Thinking about it made me feel sick. It also made me curious.
I became a compulsive seeker. Seekers are peculiar people. We always think there’s some mind-blowing truth waiting right outside our field of vision. We’re driven by the earnest belief that right, precise questions will open the doors of truth to us. Liberating secrets will be revealed. Seekers are sometimes delusional, but we’re also sincerely interested, and like most sincerely compulsive people, our drivenness can lead to wondrous discoveries. This childhood blue coat forced me to wonder—vigorously—about who I was and what constituted right and wrong; how opposite, simultaneous truths could be grokked. This made me reflect on the paradox that where opposites met, wisdom might, indeed, be born if a person learned to hold them in balance. This embracing of contradictory truths, without one canceling out the other, was said by the wise (whose books I began to devour) to be the essence of wisdom itself. My mother was both good and bad; I both loved her and disliked what she’d done; I then repeated variations of her crime on a few occasions, and regretted it afterward. My sisters were co- conspirators who kept their feelings to themselves in the end. All of the things were true.
“Nothing human is foreign to me,” said Terence, the Roman philosopher, and he wasn’t kidding. We’re kaleidoscopes of contradictions, Satyricons of lust, greed, and hatred, rationalizers of fairness and justice, idolaters, cheaters, and fakes—not to mention hypocrites—with hearts that long to be divine. We are moral platypuses with seemingly mismatched parts who manage to come up with healthy eggs. Pulled in opposite directions, we search each day for some sort of middle path, a balance point, to navigate our way through this obstacle course. We ask ourselves the Holy Question: How ought we to live?

Table of Contents

Author's Note xiii

Introduction 1

Part 1 The Laugh That Preceded Philosophy


Homo Duplex 21

Mirrors in the Mind 28

Mother and Child 32

Venus and Mars 37

Emotions 43

Emotional Intelligence 70

Part 2 Suckers, Grudgers, and Cheaters


We Tell Ourselves Stories 79

Who Ami? 86

"Ought" Does Not Exist in Nature 92

When the Penis Gets Hard, the Brain Goes Soft 99

The Mardi Gras Effect 105

Suckers, Grudgers, and Cheaters 113

The Green-Eyed Monsters 119

Lex Talionis 125

Ends and Means 130

Game Theory 135

Altruism 140

Part 3 Man Is Wolf to Mail


Loyalty 147

Us Versus Them 152

Group Narcissism 157

Memes 162

Donkeys and Elephants 168

Part 4 The Higher a Monkey Climbs, the More You Can See of Its Behind


Holy Shit 175

The Dark Triad 180

Evil 189

Playing with Power 198

One Up, One Down 203

The Passions 208

Part 5 How Ought I to Live?


The Holy Question 221

Tests, Games, and Challenges 234

Notes 239

Acknowledgments 253

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