Victories Never Last: Reading and Caregiving in a Time of Plague
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In any time of disruption or grief, many of us seek guidance in the work of great writers who endured similar circumstances. During the first year of the COVID-19 pandemic, historian and biographer Robert Zaretsky did the same while also working as a volunteer in a nursing home in south Texas. In Victories Never Last Zaretsky weaves his reflections on the pandemic siege of his nursing home with the testimony of six writers on their own times of plague: Thucydides, Marcus Aurelius, Michel de Montaigne, Daniel Defoe, Mary Shelley, and Albert Camus, whose novel The Plague provides the title of this book.
Zaretsky delves into these writers to uncover lessons that can provide deeper insight into our pandemic era. At the same time, he goes beyond the literature to invoke his own experience of the tragedy that enveloped his Texas nursing home, one which first took the form of chronic loneliness and then, inevitably, the deaths of many residents whom we come to know through Zaretsky’s stories. In doing so, Zaretsky shows the power of great literature to connect directly to one’s own life in a different moment and time.
For all of us still struggling to comprehend this pandemic and its toll, Zaretsky serves as a thoughtful and down-to-earth guide to the many ways we can come to know and make peace with human suffering.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5March 2020 the world changed. Robert Zaretsky’s university went to online classes. He volunteered at a nursing home, delivering and feeding meals to the elderly. For insight and clarity, Robert Zaretsky turned to writers who had written about the plagues they had lived through.Victories Never Last looks to the past to understand our present. Pandemics have riddled human history; the result of the growth of cities and trade which fostered the spread of disease. The numbers of lives claimed by plagues is startling–until we consider that one of of four Americans have contracted Covid-19, and without the medical advancements and health care we enjoy, for our ancestors that meant one out of four died.Fear and disorder were byproducts of disease, breaking down social, political, and religious order. Thucydides described the Athenian plague as stripping “society to its bones, baring a world of naked self-interest and preservation” Zaretsky shares.Marcus Aurelius responded by writing his Meditations, his personal journal to aid his adherence to his Stoic philosophy.Montaigne was still mayor of Bordeaux when the Bubonic Plague struck, taking nearly half the population. Retiring to a life of contemplation to write his essays, he concluded that “It is not what will be or what has been that counts, but our being at this moment that we should embrace.”In his A Journal of the Plague Year, Daniel Defoe chronicled the Great Plague in 1665 London.Albert Camus responded to the ‘brown plague’ of the Nazis; he noted that the plague in his novel has both “a social and metaphysical sense.”Zaretsky compares Mary Wollstonecraft’s’ novel of plague The Last Man and Camus’ last, unfinished novel The First Man.Throughout the book, Zaretsky relates his experiences in the nursing home and his own struggles with mortality. We are all frail and flawed human beings, he ends, all both the first and last of women and men.Over these last years, many have turned to the past to help understand the present. These histories sadly show that the divisiveness which has upended our social welfare under Covid-19 is not new. These writers offer philosophies that can help us cope with our awareness of mortality.I received a free egalley from the publisher through NetGalley. My review is fair and unbiased.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5As the subheader states: a work exploring reading and caregiving through the COVID-19 epidemic.The author intersperses discussions of Thucydides, Defore, Camus, and others with his own experiences of helping to care for the elderly in a nursing home facility. The discussions on the books are well historically informed and well nuanced. The choice of The Plague as opposed to finding something more related to H1N1 in 1918 is interesting but understandable in light of the veil of silence which covered that H1N1 outbreak.The author makes good reflections. A history of pandemics, however, this is not.**--galley received as part of early review program
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Victories Never Last - Robert Zaretsky
Victories Never Last
Victories Never Last
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Reading and Caregiving in a Time of Plague
Robert Zaretsky
The University of Chicago Press
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The University of Chicago Press, Chicago 60637
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Names: Zaretsky, Robert, 1955– author.
Title: Victories never last : reading and caregiving in a time of plague / Robert Zaretsky.
Description: Chicago : University of Chicago Press, 2022. | Includes index.
Identifiers: LCCN 2021037125 | ISBN 9780226803494 (cloth) | ISBN 9780226803524 (e-book)
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I’ve never managed to get used to seeing people die.
But your victories will never be lasting; that’s all.
Exchange between Dr. Bernard Rieux and Jean Tarrou
Albert Camus, The Plague
CONTENTS
Introduction
ONE Thucydides and the Great Plague of Athens
TWO Marcus Aurelius and the Antonine Plague
THREE Michel de Montaigne and the Bubonic Plague
FOUR Daniel Defoe and the Great Plague of London
FIVE Albert Camus and la peste brune
Epilogue: From The Last Man to The First Man
Acknowledgments
Notes
Index
Victories Never Last
Introduction
Plagues are a feature of the human experience. What happened in 2020 was not new to our species. It was just new to us.
Nicholas Christakis
Pitted against microbial genes, we have mainly our wits.
Joshua Lederburg
For more than forty years as a reader and writer, student and teacher, I have thought that literature and life are deeply bound to one another. This, at least, has been the case for me. The novels I read and events I live merge into one another—a tidal motion of sorts that, I believe, has enriched my imagination and enlarged my sensibility. The sort of attention that literature asks of us while we read has the happy knack of carrying over into the lives we lead.
In early March 2020, when the novel coronavirus exploded into our lives, I thus turned to the more familiar kind of novel in order to put the pieces back to my own life. Too predictably, perhaps, they were novels—as well as essays and histories—that all deal, in one way or another, with the reality of plagues and our individual and communal, political and philosophical responses to them. I did so with neither a plan nor a project in mind, simply turning at first to writers whose voices were familiar and whose writings have long kept me company: Thucydides and Marcus Aurelius, Michel de Montaigne and Albert Camus. I have written a good deal on Camus over the years and in a variety of courses have taught Thucydides, Marcus Aurelius, and Montaigne.
All of these writers had known plagues firsthand. A survivor of the great plague that swept through Athens in 430–429 BCE, Thucydides described it in his History of the Peloponnesian War. Marcus Aurelius was Rome’s emperor during the Antonine Plague that raged from 165 to 180 CE. Though Marcus Aurelius only briefly refers to it in his Meditations, the plague had a significant impact on his worldview. As for Montaigne, the inventor of the essay form was also the mayor of Bordeaux when, in 1585, it was battered by a great wave of bubonic plague. He wrote his last and most gripping essays, including On Experience,
as a survivor of plague. Though Camus never faced a bacteriological plague, he battled a life-threatening ideological plague during the German occupation of France. His decision to distill this experience into the metaphor of plague, while criticized in his own lifetime, now seems all too apt in our own age of bacteriological and ideological plagues.
This time, though, their voices sounded different. This was unsurprising: quite suddenly, my life and world had also become different. My long life has been a fortunate one, free of the kinds of existential crises to which I have nevertheless devoted much of my writing and reading. It was a life, in short, free of most pestilences. For the first time, I was reading these works in a time of plague. Voices that were once familiar and comforting now struck me as edgy and tinged with urgency. It was as if the bright red chyrons unspooling along the bottom of flat screens had breached the books I was reading.
Those chyrons threaded their way across the pages of other books I now began to read for the first time. While writing The Plague, Camus had turned for guidance not only to Thucydides and Montaigne, but also to Daniel Defoe. The epigram that begins the novel happens to come from Robinson Crusoe. But it was the French translation of another Defoe novel, A Journal of the Plague Year, that Camus mined for insights while living under and resisting la peste brune, or the brown plague
of the Nazi occupation. While the worldviews of the narrators in the two novels differ greatly, the logic of the narratives not just resemble one another, but also suggest ways in which to make sense of our current plague.
Camus was not alone to look to Defoe for insight; so, too, did Mary Shelley. Though I had read and taught Frankenstein; Or, the Modern Prometheus, I somehow never knew that she had written another novel steeped in death and dread, The Last Man. That book was published a half-dozen years after Frankenstein—years of great financial and emotional distress during which she had lost her husband Percy Bysshe Shelley and two of their three children—and was an utter flop. Blasted by the critics (all of whom happened to be men) and ignored by the public, the novel disappeared from the European literary landscape for nearly two centuries. Yet I found that in our own transformed microbiological and ideological landscape, Shelley’s voice sounds so very sharp and clear.
When my university shuttered the campus and shifted online halfway through the semester, I became a teacher without a classroom and sought, with questionable success, to find my footing in Zoomscape. Soon after, I found myself in yet another unfamiliar world. At the suggestion of a dear and distressed friend, I began volunteer work at her nearby nursing home. The residence, which had entered lockdown, was understaffed and overwhelmed by the unprecedented situation. Keen to help in whatever way I could, I was tested and cleared to work as a hospitality aide. Every day between 3:30 and 6:30 p.m., my job was to deliver dinner trays to the nearly 100 residents who, with the dining room now darkened, took their meals in their rooms. As a third or so of the residents, most of whom were suffering from dementia, were unable to feed themselves, my task was also to help them eat their meals.
My days as a hospitality aide grew into weeks, and my weeks into months. My circumstances at the residence were not by any stretch of any imagination like those confronting first responders in our emergency rooms. Even less did my experiences resemble the unspeakable tragedies unfolding in those nursing homes long subject to neglect. During the nearly three months I worked at the residence, thanks largely to its determined staff, there was not a single case of COVID-19—a relatively remarkable feat in Texas.
But this success came at great human cost. Isolation from their families and fellow residents chipped away at the minds of most residents. Though the tireless activities director worked hard at maintaining the morale of the residents—blaring Frank Sinatra over boom boxes and emceeing bingo games with the residents playing from their rooms—loneliness and confusion nevertheless became the default conditions of residential life. Three residents on hospice at whose bedsides I spent long afternoons died from causes other than COVID-19. Their deaths were not a surprise, but they were nevertheless shocking: in effect, they died alone. The deterioration of others on hospice before the lockdown seemed to quicken, as if I was watching a time-lapse film whose speed slowly accelerated. The neuroscientist John Cacioppo’s estimate that chronic loneliness increases the odds of an early death by 20 percent suddenly seemed too conservative.¹
At the same time, spiraling demands on the staff widened the social and ethnic fissures at the residence. The CNAs (certified nursing aides) with whom I worked were almost entirely Hispanic and African American. They moved the residents from their beds to wheelchairs, wheelchairs to toilets and showers, and back to their beds, all the while chatting and pattering. They bagged soiled sheets and undergarments, but they earned the same hourly wage as McDonald’s workers who bagged burgers and fries. While the nurses, who were mostly white, measured the vital signs of the residents, the CNAs mostly attended to other, but equally vital signs that instruments cannot measure.
The virus seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. On the one hand, the residence was COVID-19 free. Moreover, unlike other pestilential diseases like smallpox, cholera, and bubonic plague, this virus did not manifest itself in visible and violent ways. On the other hand, though, the disease’s presence, like the ashen clouds over the nearby oil refineries, settled on the nursing home. It was the only subject of the cable and local news channels, usually playing at full volume—and often tuned to different stations—over the two flat screens bolted to the walls in each of the rooms. It was the ostensible subject of the daily press briefings from the White House, whose real subject was almost always the press briefing’s master of ceremonies. It was the usual subject of conversation among staff workers frazzled by the shortage of masks and gowns and puzzled by the muddle of messages from national and local leaders.
The tragic consequences of isolation and loneliness were compounded in October—a few months after I had to stop my regular hours at the nursing home, but still helped there from time to time—when the state’s governor, Greg Abbott, ordered that nursing homes again allow visitations. Though the order was welcomed by the residents’ families, it was dreaded by the staff. Already scrambling to do the bare minimum, they had neither the means nor the manpower to oversee the visits. With a kind of awful inevitability, the virus breached the walls of the residence and, by year’s end, took the lives of more than a dozen residents, many of whom I had joked with and offered spoonsful of tapioca just a few months earlier. We were not unique—by the end of 2020, 40 percent of COVID-related deaths in the United States occurred at nursing homes—but that did not lessen the shock or shame. As the physician and sociologist Nicholas Christakis recently observed, nursing homes became the inadvertent twenty-first-century equivalent of the pesthouses
that sheltered long-ago plague sufferers.²
What to do about this uninvited and uncanny guest in our world? How should we respond to it? Jean Tarrou, a character in The Plague, makes the case for attention. We must keep endless watch on ourselves lest in a careless moment we breathe in somebody’s face and fasten the microbe on him,
he insists. What’s natural is the microbe. All the rest—health, integrity, purity (if you like)—is a product of human will, a vigilance that must never falter.
Without such attention, Tarrou believed, nothing good and lasting can be achieved. In their various ways, all of these writers practice attention.
With the exception of Marcus Aurelius, who wrote reminders and remonstrations to himself concerning his thoughts and acts, these writers turned to narrative in order to exercise their attention. Instead of offering arguments, they offer stories; rather than affirming truth-claims of one sort or another, they affirm what Iris Murdoch famously called the density of our lives.
If literature can be said to have a task, she concluded, that surely is its task.
³ I believe the stories told by these earlier writers help us touch the density of this pandemic and its impact on the world and ourselves. For this same reason, while I turn to these texts to help direct my attention toward the context of my life and the contexts of other lives, I have also written stories of my own experiences at the nursing home. Though no Tarrou, I have tried to be as vigilant as possible about others and myself; though no Murdoch, I have tried my hand at philosophy and literature in order to make sense of life’s density. My reading and working experiences are, to echo Montaigne, the matter of this book.
These writers have helped me better see the world, perhaps even myself. They might encourage other readers to turn to them in the expectation that they will do the same.
1
Thucydides and the Great Plague of Athens
Thucydides as the grand summation, the last manifestation of that strong, stern, hard matter-of-factness instinctive to the older Hellenes.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Indeed, this was the greatest movement yet known in history, not only of the Hellenes, but the large part of the barbarian world—I had almost said of mankind.
Thucydides
Down Apollo strode from Olympus’ peaks, storming at his heart
with his bow and hooded quiver slung across his shoulders.
The arrows clanged at his back as the god quaked with rage,
the god himself on the march and down he came like night.
Over against the ships he dropped to a knee, let fly a shaft
and a terrifying clash rang out from the great silver bow.
First he went for the mules and circling dogs but then,
launching a piercing shaft at the men themselves,
he cut them down in droves—and the corpse-fires burned on, night and day, no end in sight.
Famously, Homer opens the Iliad with his plea to the muse to explain the wrath of the demigod Achilles. Less famously, the poet then pivots to the rage of the god Apollo. We learn that, responding to the prayer of his priest Chryses, whose daughter Chryseis had been taken by Agamemnon as a war prize, Apollo launches a deadly plague against the Achaean king’s army. The pestilential storm continues nine days until Achilles intervenes, demanding that Agamemnon surrender Chryseis. The king agrees on one condition—that Achilles hand over his own war prize, Briseis. Enraged, Achilles accepts the deal, quits the invasion, and storms off with his companion Patroclus. The insult-strewn confrontation between the two Achaeans leads eventually not just to their own deaths, but also to the destruction of Troy and the decimation of the Achaeans.
Western literature thus begins not with ire but, as the classicist Mary Beard observed, with infection.¹ Infection, in turn, begins not with men, but with the gods. The bards of Archaic Greece, including Homer, knew the source of such plagues. Such events are all in a day’s work for the denizens of Olympus. Among Apollo’s many epithets is Smintheus, which may well mean mouse-god.
Not an especially terrifying epithet, granted, until you recall the close family ties between mice and rats. So close, in fact, that the ancient Greeks used the two names interchangeably.² Indeed, it is conceivable that these same rats from eastern Troy accompanied the Achaeans on their ships as they made their way westward and back home to Greece.
In any case, it is hardly accidental that Chryses calls Apollo by this name in his pained appeal on his daughter’s behalf. Nor is it accidental that Homer chooses to begin his epic with the tableau not of men falling in battle, but instead falling from plague. After all, the Achaean invaders had spent nine years in what was meant to be a temporary base outside the walls of Troy. It is not