This is a historians’ problem which has bugged me for some
time, but I’ve never had a name for it. Now I do, courtesy of my ten-year-old
son.
‘You loved Batman as a boy,’ he declared confidently to me
over the weekend. His evidence: a photo of me which hangs in our hallway, aged
about eight, wearing a Batman T-shirt.
Now I happen to know that that’s not the case. I vividly
remember my enthusiasms at that age: Star Wars was peaking, the now-forgotten
Micronauts were putting in a respectable showing and Lego was just beginning to
register. Superheroes of any kind: meh. I was willing to wear the T-shirt. (Or
do I only believe I remember these things? - We all know contemporary
documents, like the photo, are more reliable than later recollections …)
But it was a perfectly sensible hypothesis for him to make
based on the very limited and fragmentary evidence he had to draw on. And
historians do this all the time. All
we have are a few fragments, chance survivals. The temptation to assume that
they are keys to understanding everything is very strong. We can formulate
hypotheses from them which are both plausible and legitimate. At least they seem legitimate.
Since Karl Popper we’ve measured the legitimacy of a
hypothesis by whether it is falsifiable. If not – if there is no test which
could be devised which could in principle prove it wrong – then it is not a
scientific hypothesis, but something else. That works fine in the experimental
sciences. But in observational sciences like history (or, say, palaeontology),
there is a grey area. Some hypotheses – lots
of hypotheses in fact – are falsifiable in principle, but not in practice.
That is, you can imagine the evidence which might allow us to test it. But we
don’t have it, we know we don’t have it, and we are pretty sure we’re never
going to have it. In which case, what you have is not really a hypothesis. It
is a speculation, or a generalisation. It is, in fact, a sand-sculpture:
perhaps very attractive, but not something you'd be wise to build on, or indeed something that's likely still to be there once the tide has come in.
Now historians need to speculate, we all do it, and there’s
nothing wrong with that. That’s not the Batman fallacy. The Batman fallacy is
when we imagine that because a speculation is compatible with all the evidence
we have it is therefore likely or even proven. In short, we forget how much we
do not know.
It is hard to emphasise this enough. For most of the human
past, we know almost nothing. Even
for my own period, the 16th and 17th centuries, huge
swathes of ordinary life are simply mysterious to us. For earlier or less
well-documented periods the problem increases exponentially. We tend to skate
over or conceal this ignorance: books stating baldly that we know nothing and
that there is no evidence are short and do not sell well. Textbooks
particularly, which are required to give an overview, do so by giving an
illusion of knowledge. Students tend only slowly to realise that their own
persistent ignorance about the past is not a mark of their own stupidity, but
the historian’s condition.
No scholarly field that I know is more vulnerable to this
problem than Biblical study. There a body of evidence which is both tiny and enormously
unbalanced meets a huge enterprise of focused scholarly attention. Genuinely new
evidence does appear, but it is pretty rare. So the danger of
overinterpretation is everpresent. Naturally scholars make plausible and often
ingenious guesses about the authorship, redaction history, contexts, social
meanings, cultural assumptions and so forth surrounding the Biblical texts.
Which is wonderful. The danger is that they start to believe that these
hypotheses are established and proven. There are, in fact, very few hypotheses
for which we have enough evidence for us to be able to establish them. Most of
the Bible's historical context is simply lost to us, and if there is one thing
we can be sure of, it is that any substantial new evidence about it would
contain surprises.
Genuinely substantial evidence is of course unlikely. So in
the meantime we read the texts and make the best of what we have. But we need
to remember that we are doing the equivalent of deducing a boy’s life and
enthusiasms from a single snapshot.
I clearly remember when my, up until then, frankly miserable time at university changed. It was when I realised, with no small degree of terror, just how much I did not know. Worse, that I never would know.
ReplyDeletePerversely, this was when I began to enjoy my studies (once the panic had subsided) and enabled me to hone in on what I could capture and attempt to construct my own arguments. It wasn't all plain sailing thereafter (hyperventilating in an office on the third floor because I hadn't been able to complete my seminar presentation...), but as long as I knew I'd put my all into it, I was as content as any other out of her depth undergraduate!