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Since it was first published in 1995, The Wounded Storyteller has occupied a unique place in the body of work on illness. A collective portrait of a so-called “remission society” of those who suffer from illness or disability, as well as a cogent analysis of their stories within a larger framework of narrative theory, Arthur W. Frank’s book has reached a large and diverse readership including the ill, medical professionals, and scholars of literary theory.
Drawing on the work of such authors as Oliver Sacks, Anatole Broyard, Norman Cousins, and Audre Lorde, as well as from people he met during the years he spent among different illness groups, Frank recounts a stirring collection of illness stories, ranging from the well-known—Gilda Radner’s battle with ovarian cancer—to the private testimonials of people with cancer, chronic fatigue syndrome, and disabilities. Their stories are more than accounts of personal suffering: They abound with moral choices and point to a social ethic.
In this new edition Frank adds a preface describing the personal and cultural times when the first edition was written. His new afterword extends the book’s argument significantly, discussing storytelling and experience, other modes of illness narration, and a version of hope that is both realistic and aspirational. Reflecting on his own life during the creation of the first edition and the conclusions of the book itself, he reminds us of the power of storytelling as way to understand our own suffering.
“Arthur W. Frank’s second edition of The Wounded Storyteller provides instructions for use of this now-classic text in the study of illness narratives.” —Rita Charon, author of Narrative Medicine
“Frank sees the value of illness narratives not so much in solving clinical conundrums as in addressing the question of how to live a good life.” —Christianity Today
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The Wounded Storyteller - Arthur W. Frank
The University of Chicago Press, Chicago 60637
The University of Chicago Press, Ltd., London
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Second edition published 2013
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The wounded storyteller: body, illness, and ethics / Arthur W. Frank.—Second edition.
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The Wounded Storyteller
Body, Illness, and Ethics
SECOND EDITION
Arthur W. Frank
The University of Chicago Press
Chicago and London
Still to my parents,
Jane and Arthur Frank,
now in their seventy-second year of marriage.
All they had was mine,
and they are with me always.
. . . I had grasped well that there are situations in life where our body is our entire self and our fate. I was in my body and nothing else. . . . My body . . . was my calamity. My body . . . was my physical and metaphysical dignity.
Jean Améry¹
Contents
Preface, 2013
Preface
Acknowledgments
ONE. When Bodies Need Voices
TWO. The Body’s Problems with Illness
THREE. Illness as a Call for Stories
FOUR. The Restitution Narrative
FIVE. The Chaos Narrative
SIX. The Quest Narrative
SEVEN. Testimony
EIGHT. The Wound as Half Opening
Afterword
Notes
Index
Preface, 2013
I wrote the outline of The Wounded Storyteller in early spring 1994, while I still had stitches from the biopsy that determined I was not having a recurrence of cancer. Enlarged lymph nodes on my lungs and diaphragm had caused the suspicion of recurrence. To everyone’s great relief, these were attributed to another disease—sarcoidosis, which I had not heard of. I never could take sarcoidosis seriously; all that mattered was not having cancer again.
Writing The Wounded Storyteller was as much a work of self-healing as of scholarship. I needed to gather around me voices that shared what I had been through during the previous years of illness. I had written about my own experiences in a memoir, At the Will of the Body, but I needed the insights and articulations of other ill people to assure myself I wasn’t crazy. I needed others’ thoughts in order to become fully aware of my own. That is the book’s consistent message about why suffering needs stories: to tell one’s own story, a person needs others’ stories. We were all, I realized, wounded storytellers.
The wounded storyteller is anyone who has suffered and lived to tell the tale. Suffering does not magically disappear when the tale is told, but the more stories I heard the less space my own suffering seemed to take up. I felt less alone. This book was my attempt to widen the circle, to amplify and connect the voices that were telling tales about illness, so that all of us could feel less alone. The wounded storyteller is a guide and a companion, a truth teller and a trickster. She or he is a fragile human body and a witness to what endures.
People need a guidebook for the day when they become wounded storytellers, because most people find themselves unprepared. I certainly needed such a book, despite having spent much of my professional life studying health care. The Wounded Storyteller was my attempt to provide that guidebook. In this edition, I have not attempted to revise the text; only this preface and the afterword are new. What surprises me rereading the book is how little my ideas about bodies, illness, and ethics have changed. Since I wrote this book I have read new memoirs of illness and interviewed ill people, but as generous as those people were about their experiences, the voices here are the ones that continue to resonate in my thinking, defining illness for me. The voices that speak to us at particular moments in our lives, especially during transitions or crises, imprint themselves with a force that later voices never quite displace. Returning to the The Wounded Storyteller, I realize how deeply I loved the voices of those whose stories I retell, both people I actually knew and writers whom I came to feel I knew.
This book was written at two particular moments. In my life, I was at the end of a decade when it seemed all my conversations ended up being about illness, and most started that way. The book was also written at a particular public moment when ill people were claiming the right to tell their own stories, but that right had yet to be attained. Today, illness stories proliferate, especially on the Internet and in mass media, but when I was gathering the materials for this book, speaking publicly of illness felt new and necessary.
When my mother had a mastectomy in 1964 and my task was to tell some of her friends what had happened, I had difficulty speaking the words. Almost twenty-five years later when I joined a cancer support group sponsored by a national organization, we were not allowed to post fliers in the local cancer center, to tell patients where and when meetings were being held. My sense of what was deeply wrong was affirmed when I read Audre Lorde, who wrote as a breast-cancer survivor around 1980, My silence had not protected me, your silence will not protect you.
¹ That quotation is one of the lines that resounds loudest when I think about illness. My questions are always: who is preserving what silences, what do they imagine is being protected by silence, and who suffers by being kept silent?
Lorde shows a way out of silence: speech that has the power to create community. But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging our differences.
² The Wounded Storyteller was written to expand that contact between people who had stories to tell of illness. I sought to examine the words in which people attempted to speak the truth about illness, words in which they tried to fit a world
that seemed worth believing in.
This book is not a memoir, as deeply rooted in my own experience as it is. I wrote it with a sociologist’s core conviction that people’s sense of their own originality is highly overrated. The book reflects a tension between two recognitions of human life that sound paradoxical but are actually complementary. First, people’s experiences are intensely personal; claims to the uniqueness of experience are true and deserve to be honored. Second, people’s ability to have experiences depends on shared cultural resources that provide words, meanings, and the boundaries that segment the flow of time into episodes. Experiences are very much our own, but we don’t make up these experiences by ourselves.
People tell their own stories about illness, but what seems worth telling, how to format the story, and how others make sense of the story all depend on shared ways of narrating illness. The core chapters of The Wounded Storyteller describe three narratives that storytellers and listeners use to structure and interpret stories, respectively: restitution, chaos, and quest. Each is also a way of experiencing illness. I developed my descriptions of these three narratives by sifting through my memories of conversations and notes from memoirs, but in retrospect, each narrative also expresses a moment in my own illness experience.
Restitution represents my life as a patient. Health-care workers expected any experience to be interpreted within a narrative of movement toward recovery of health. Whatever happened to me could be understood only as a necessary step toward that achievable goal of health. I wanted to get well and appreciated reassurance that I would. But I also needed recognition of my suffering at that particular moment, as well as recognition that my recovery was by no means assured. I increasingly resisted the restitution narrative, especially how it positioned the physician as the protagonist and relegated me to being the object of that protagonist’s heroism. I was certainly part of this story, but it could never truly be my story.
The restitution narrative had no space for the chaos part of my illnesses: the months when my rapidly progressing testicular cancer was misdiagnosed, first as a sports injury—muscle strain—and then as an unknown disease, probably, but not certainly, cancer. Chaos was in the disconnection between the increasing pain that was sending my life off the rails and my physicians’ frustrated insistence that nothing serious was wrong. Chaos was in the claustrophobia of confronting others’ inability to see what I so clearly felt. Many people with chronic illness, especially multiple sclerosis, have written about this diagnostic uncertainty and the relief when some physician validates how much is actually wrong, as devastating as that diagnostic news can be.
My own chaos was bad enough, but I never experienced the chaos in which many people feel trapped, when each misfortune seems to trigger some other collapse: disease leads to job loss, which creates a housing crisis, and then some other family member gets sick. However, I went through enough to recognize that desperation and the silence that chaos imposes. Those living in chaos are least able to tell a story, because they lack any sense of a viable future. Life is reduced to a series of present-tense assaults. If a narrative involves temporal progression, chaos is anti-narrative.
My period of chemotherapy was bordering on chaos when my understanding of what I was going through began to shift. A sequence of experiences brought me out of an obsession with my own pain and vulnerability and gave me a sense that I was participating in something shared.³ Time spent being ill ceased to be time taken away from my life. Instead, how I lived with illness became the measure of how well I could craft a life, whether I was ill or healthy. This attitude is the basis of understanding one’s story as a quest narrative. Illness remains a nightmare in many ways, but it also becomes a possibility, especially for a more intimate level of connection with others.
Illness as quest is described by Anatole Broyard’s posthumous collection of writings, Intoxicated by My Illness, which became available late in my work on The Wounded Storyteller. Broyard, a writer of some fiction and much literary criticism, presents living with rapidly progressing prostate cancer as a problem of style: It seems to me that every seriously ill person needs to develop a style for his illness.
⁴ I understand telling stories as an especially important medium through which we discover what that style might be. Storytelling is less a work of reporting and more a process of discovery.
Broyard then writes the sentence that, in retrospect, defines not only the quest narrative but the core issue of The Wounded Storyteller: It may not be dying we fear so much, but the diminished self.
⁵ He thus expresses what remains my crucial question: If I become ill again, or when I do, how will I find ways to avoid feeling that my life is diminished by illness and eventually by dying?
Broyard was clear that physicians are often a part of the problem of diminished lives. Doctors discourage our stories,
he writes.⁶ I did not include that dig at doctors in The Wounded Storyteller, and I am surprised, rereading today, how disciplined I was in depicting health-care professionals only from the perspective of patients and minimizing even that. My intent was to write a book that kept health-care workers generally, and physicians specifically, in the background. Even criticizing doctors makes them central. On rare occasions when I have taught this book, students’ biggest initial difficulty is to stop reframing everything ill people say into a question of how some health-care worker might respond. This reframing can be important later for other audiences. But taking the professional perspective undoes what The Wounded Storyteller is most concerned to bring about: a view from the ill person’s perspective, in which the central problem is how to avoid living a life that is diminished, whether by the disease itself or by others’ responses to it.
The professionals in health care and other fields who have communicated with me about The Wounded Storyteller all realize that providing treatment should not be equated to offering care, however that distinction is expressed in the respective idioms of different professions. Other readers are working to make sense of their own suffering, struggling to find words and narratives that share their experiences with others. What I appreciate most is when the boundaries between these two types of readers blur. Professionals bring their personal suffering into their work, and ill people discover forms of vocation in illness. The wounded storyteller, ending silences, speaking truths, creating communities, becomes the wounded healer.
Calgary, Alberta
Preface
The figure of the wounded storyteller is ancient: Tiresias, the seer who reveals to Oedipus the true story of whose son he is, has been blinded by the gods. His wound gives him his narrative power. The wound that the biblical patriarch Jacob suffers to his hip while wrestling with the angel is part of the story he tells of that event, and it is the price of his story. As Jacob tells his story to those he returns to—and who else could have told it?—his wound is evidence of his story’s truth.
This book presents ill people as wounded storytellers. I hope to shift the dominant cultural conception of illness away from passivity—the ill person as victim of
disease and then recipient of care—toward activity. The ill person who turns illness into story transforms fate into experience; the disease that sets the body apart from others becomes, in the story, the common bond of suffering that joins bodies in their shared vulnerability.
The emphasis of contemporary writing is less on the wounded storyteller than on the complementary figure of the wounded healer. For example, Henri Nouwen’s The Wounded Healer bases the spiritual vocation on the ministers acceptance and sharing of her own woundedness.¹ Physicians from Arthur Kleinman to Larry Dossey and journalists like Bill Moyers present the wounded healer as an ideal for medical workers.² Rita Charon writes of the physicians need to allow our own injuries to increase the potency of our care of patients, to allow our personal experiences to strengthen the empathic bond with others who suffer.
³
Charon can be read equally well as describing the ill person’s need. As wounded, people may be cared for, but as storytellers, they care for others. The ill, and all those who suffer, can also be healers. Their injuries become the source of the potency of their stories. Through their stories, the ill create empathic bonds between themselves and their listeners. These bonds expand as the stories are retold. Those who listened then tell others, and the circle of shared experience widens. Because stories can heal, the wounded healer and wounded storyteller are not separate, but are different aspects of the same figure.
But telling does not come easy, and neither does listening. Seriously ill people are wounded not just in body but in voice. They need to become storytellers in order to recover the voices that illness and its treatment often take away. The voice speaks the mind and expresses the spirit, but it is also a physical organ of the body. The mystery of illness stories is their expression of the body: in the silences between words, the tissues speak. This book is about hearing the body in the ill persons speech.
The chapters below begin with how illness requires stories, the body as the ground of these stories, and illness stories as what are called self-stories. The middle chapters describe three narrative types of illness stories, understanding these narratives as ways of using the body. These middle chapters suggest what illness stories tell; the final chapters move to the force of that telling. They locate the ethical imperative of illness stories in issues of testimony and witness.
In wounded storytelling the physical act becomes the ethical act. Kierkegaard wrote of the ethical person as editor of his life: to tell ones life is to assume responsibility for that life.⁴ This responsibility expands. In stories, the teller not only recovers her voice; she becomes a witness to the conditions that rob others of their voices. When any person recovers his voice, many people begin to speak through that story.
Stories of people trying to sort out who they are figure prominently on the landscape of postmodern times. Those who have been objects of others’ reports are now telling their own stories. As they do so, they define the ethic of our times: an ethic of voice, affording each a right to speak her own truth, in her own words.
This book is a work of theory, but it is equally a collection of stories and a kind of memoir. For almost a decade I have been a wounded storyteller, and I have cultivated the stories of others who are wounded, each in different ways. The theory
in this book elaborates my story and theirs.
Charles Lemert introduces his social theory textbook by calling theory a basic survival skill.
⁵ The Wounded Storyteller is a survival kit, put together out of my need to make sense of my own survival, as I watch others seeking to make sense of theirs. The wounded storyteller, like Lemert’s theorist, is trying to survive and help others survive in a world that does not immediately make sense.
Sooner or later, everyone is a wounded storyteller. In postmodern times that identity is our promise and responsibility, our calamity and dignity. The theory
I propose here is one tool kit to help fulfill that promise and exercise that responsibility. Twenty years ago when I was a graduate student, theories were proposed with the tag line that they awaited further research.
I now prefer the idea that this theory awaits further living and the stories of those lives. The theory has been shaped by the stories I have been privileged to live and to hear, and I encourage readers to reshape it in the same spirit.
Acknowledgments
Any book is written out of many relationships, and this one has particularly personal debts.
My first thanks go to all the people who have told me their stories of illness. I hope this book honors not just those stories I have been able to quote, but also the many others that taught me what I know about illness.
At Calgary, my friend and head of department, Richard Wanner, has shared this project personally and supported it professionally. Lynda Costello’s cheerfulness has been as valuable as her logistical help.
This book was developed in presentations given in response to more invitations than I can acknowledge here. For their particular opportunities and generosity, I thank Dr. Andrew Achenbaum, Institute of Gerontology, University of Michigan; Dr. Ruth Buczynski, National Institute for the Clinical Application of Behavioral Medicine; Dr. Larry Burton and JoAnn O’Reilly, Rush University and Rush-Presbyterian-St. Luke’s Medical Center, Chicago; Judy Gerner, Director, The Anderson Network, M. D. Anderson Cancer Center, Houston; Dr. Ross Gray, The Toronto-Bayview Regional Cancer Centre; Dr. Sue Marsden, Hospice New Zealand; Dr. Balfour Mount, International Congress for the Care of the Terminally Ill, Montreal; and Harold Robles, Director, The Albert Schweitzer Institute for the Humanities, Hamden, Connecticut.
Academic colleagues have offered not just scholarly opinions, but in many cases have added their own stories to support those I have presented. I thank people not only for their collegiality but for their fellowship. Although no material is reprinted from my earlier writings, many ideas presented here were first developed in journal articles written with the kind encouragement of the editors. Thanks to Norman Denzin, as editor of both Studies in Symbolic Interaction and The Sociological Quarterly; Kathryn Montgomery Hunter, Literature and Medicine; and Hank Stam, Theory & Psychology My writing on the body began at the invitation of Mike Featherstone, Theory, Culture & Society, and would not have been possible without the earlier work of Bryan Turner, who is among the most undercited influences on this book.
My editors and good friends at Second Opinion: Health, Faith, Ethics, are Barbara Hofmaier, Sandy Pittman, and Martin Marty, senior editor. They have shaped my thinking and my writing through their editing of my own essays, in review projects, and in our joint editing of the Case Stories
series. Thanks also to Ron Hamel and Edwin DuBose. My extensive debts to Martin Marty include the writing I have done for The Christian Century, where he and David Heim have sent me excellent books for review.
Good books have also arrived regularly from another friend, John Hofsess, editor of Last Rights, Victoria, British Columbia, and several of these are cited below.
The earliest draft of this book received extensive comments from Anne Hunsaker Hawkins, Susan DiGiacomo, and from my father, Arthur W. Frank, Jr. As I write below, few scholars have contributed as much to the public hearing of illness stories as Anne has. Susan read my work both as a social scientist and as a person who has had cancer. I thank her for the commitment we share to the interdependence of those roles. My father reminded me what a non-academic reader would see in my perfectly clear
text. He and Susan helped me remember who the book was written for.
Readers of later drafts included Robert Zussman and Arthur Kleinman. Robert’s reading was the beginning of a friendship, while Arthur’s was another culmination in a relationship that has pushed me in new directions during the last five years. As numerous as citations to Arthur’s work are in this book, they only begin to express his influence on my writing. I emphasize that all these readers saw and commented on drafts; to adapt one of my favorite phrases of Robert Zussman’s, their liability for the final version should be limited.
The final draft of the book was guided by Richard Allen, acting as manuscript editor. Richards sensitivity to what my prose was attempting, his own expertise about narrative and ethics, and our shared commitment to accessibility in intellectual writing led to a most gratifying collaboration.
My editor at Chicago was Douglas Mitchell, with whom I have enjoyed sharing ideas about books for the last decade. Beyond his breadth of knowledge and wit, Doug gives an author the best gift an editor can bestow, confidence to go on writing. An agent was hardly necessary, but Doe Coover nevertheless offered her constant friendship, as well as some contract amendments.
My deepest debt, and the most difficult to acknowledge, is to my wife, Catherine Foote. I would like to avoid all the usual thanks that authors offer to their spouses: I share their embarrassment at recollecting how much writing a book demands from one’s partner. So let me first thank Cathie as a colleague. The stories she has brought back from her own research on bereaved parents and her personal and clinical sensitivity to these stories have given me what sense I have of listening to the ill. And for all that the writing of this book has taken from her, both from our relationship and from her pursuit of her own work, I am at once sorry and grateful, that combination being the least of the oxymorons that hold together this fragile but encompassing marriage.
Finally, because my writing is always an attempt to leave behind traces of myself for my daughters, I thank them for being just who they are: Kate Libbey Frank and Stewart Hamilton-Frank.
One
When Bodies Need Voices
The destination and map I had used to navigate before were no longer useful.
These words were in a letter describing chronic fatigue syndrome. Judith Zaruches wrote of how, after an illness that is never really finished, she needed . . . to think differently and construct new perceptions of my relationship to the world.
¹
Serious illness is a loss of the destination and map
that had previously guided the ill persons life: ill people have to learn to think differently.
They learn by hearing themselves tell their stories, absorbing others’ reactions, and experiencing their stories being shared. Judith’s story not only stated her need for a new map and destination; her letter itself was an experimental performance of the different thinking she called for. Through the