John Berger (1926-2017)

Tom Overton reflects on the life of a great storyteller with contributions on his art criticism, broadcasting and fiction

In a 1985 episode of Mike Dibb and Chris Rawlence’s Channel 4 TV series About Time, John Berger takes down a drawing of his father, Stanley, from the wall. Turning to us, he reads a version of ‘Drawn to That Moment’, his 1976 essay about sketching next to his father’s coffin:

People talk of freshness of vision, of the intensity of seeing for the first time, but the intensity of seeing for the last time is, I believe, greater. Of all that I could see only the drawing would remain. I was the last ever to look on that face I was drawing. I wept whilst I strove to draw with complete objectivity.

As I drew his mouth, his brows, his eyelids, as their specific forms emerged with lines from the whiteness of the paper, I felt the history and the experience which had made them as they were. His life was now as finite as the rectangle of paper on which I was drawing, but within it, in a way infinitely more mysterious than any drawing, his character and destiny had emerged. I was making a record and his face was already only a record of his life.

John’s voice breaks audibly on ‘last’.

The only thing I can compare to ‘Drawn to that Moment’ is William Hazlitt’s ‘On the Pleasure of Painting’ (1820). Invited to write an obituary of his father, a Unitarian minister, Hazlitt wrote instead about painting his portrait while he was alive. Like ‘Drawn to that Moment’, it hovers between three vocations, three versions of what John once called ‘the uses to which one can put a life1’: the respectable professional the father had originally hoped his son would become, the painter he began his life as, and the writer he ended up as. There is warmth in each section, rather than Oedipal tension; an endlessly proliferating sense of mutual participation in what Hazlitt calls the desire ‘to have one’s likeness multiplied’. It produced the authors themselves, and now it produces both the images and the texts about fathers and sons (about images and texts).

Stanley had been one of the first volunteers in World War I, and stayed on after to arrange the graves. What had marked father, marked son, and it became, in John’s writing, the moment at which Europe began to treat its people as it had treated those of its colonies. As we are shown in About Time, Stanley’s surviving comrades gave him a barometer to mark the day he married Miriam, an ex-suffragette: 5th February 1926. Nine months later, John was born.

John Berger in his home in eastern France, 2015. Photograph: Libby Hall

John Berger in his home in eastern France, 2015. Photograph: Libby Hall

John Berger in London, 2015. Photograph: Libby Hall

After the war, Stanley became the longest-serving Secretary of the Institute of Cost and Works Accountants, and earned enough money to put his son through boarding school. John later ran away to become an artist, but when he was called up for military service his schooling saw him presented with an officer’s commission. He refused it, and was sent to train recruits in Ireland instead. The experience of writing embellished letters home for his comrades, who were often illiterate, informed his development into what he himself defined as a ‘storyteller’, a term that came to encompass the breadth of his work – from novels, to writing about art, to poems, to plays, and the completely uncategorizable.

The keepsakes in About Time are on those particular walls, in the village of Quincy, eastern France, because of John’s trilogy of novels ‘Into Their Labours’ (1979–90). Having travelled with migrant workers for A Seventh Man (1975), he had noticed that, for the most part, they had been forced into migration from peasant communities. ‘Into Their Labours’ was a protest against how these different forms of human dignity, with their own attitudes to time, animals and landscape, were labelled as relics of the past by the logic of capitalist progress. This, for John, denied ‘the value of too much history and too many lives. No line of exclusion can be drawn across history in that manner, as if it were a line across a closed account2’. ‘Cost accounting’, he added, ‘was inapplicable to the peasant economy.’

Berger's BBC2 TV series and book Ways of Seeing (1972) drew on Walter Benjamin’s thesis on how art is changed by the possibility of its reproduction. But Benjamin also fuelled John’s fascination with the figure of the storyteller: an artist with a particular kind of attitude towards experience that had been lost since the end of the World War I. Benjamin’s storyteller ‘has borrowed his authority from death’, which appears in his stories ‘with the same regularity as the Reaper does in the processions that pass around the cathedral clock at noon.3

For John, storytellers were – are? – ‘Death’s Secretaries’. Handed the files to read, rather than creating out of nothing, they work against the idea that the living and dead are separate; that a drawing of one’s deceased father above a desk might be morbid or indelicate; that peasant culture would ever need a line drawing through it. Before her death in 2013, John’s wife Beverly had gathered an archive of his work together in Quincy, and when it passed to the British Library in 2009, John stressed that it should be taken as a site for ‘the company of the past’. But importantly, it also reached into the future because it was a donation: a gesture, like the sharing of the proceeds from his 1995 novel To the Wedding with AIDS charities, or the sharing of the Booker McConnell Prize money that he was awarded in 1972 for his novel G with the London Chapter of the Black Panthers.

John Berger in London, 1966. Photograph: Libby Hall

John Berger in London, 1966. Photograph: Libby Hall

John Berger in London, 1966. Photograph: Libby Hall

I first got to know John through the reading and cataloguing of his archive. I would scan in curious objects, e-mail them across to Beverly who would print them out, and then John would ring me, asking: ‘Can I tell you a story?’ (Though he loved texting for the sense of instant connection, e-mail largely passed him by. The first and only one in the archive was sent to the actor Simon McBurney in 2000.) The first time we met he was asking my friend Sarah for a roll-up. Appropriate, considering I had been passively smoking the 60 years’ worth of cigarettes that had soaked into his papers for some time. The last time we were together was in Antony, Paris, with his partner, the writer Nella Bielski. If we couldn’t remember the name of a painter he knew in his youth, he reached for his iPhone to search their name: a digital version of his famous habit of closing his eyes and wracking his brain for an answer. I was only reminded of the distance in history between us when we talked about how T. S. Eliot loved music hall: I knew that from a footnote in a book; he knew it from having had supper with him.

In About Time, John talks about the Greek storyteller Aesop while his son, Yves, draws a tortoise and a hare. (There are similar drawings in the archive, swept up among the papers on John’s desk.) Yves must have been about nine years old because, after talking about his father’s barometer, John steps over to a poster commemorating his friend Orlando Letelier, a Chilean dissident who was first tortured and then murdered by General Pinochet on 21st September 1976.

he lived in many places
and he died everywhere
in this room
he has come between the pages
of open books
there's not a single apple
on the trees
loaded with fruit this year
which he has not counted
apples the colour of gifts4

The morning after he heard the news, John tells us, Yves was born. ‘Orlando dead, Yves born’: the same year as Miriam, John, and his brother Michael had buried Stanley.

John Berger lying in state, drawn by his son, Yves Berger Quincy, 7 January 2017. Photograph: Amarjit Chandan

John Berger lying in state, drawn by his son, Yves Berger Quincy, 7 January 2017. Photograph: Amarjit Chandan

John Berger, drawn by his son, Yves Berger Quincy, 7 January 2017. Photograph: Amarjit Chandan

On 2nd January 2017, the day John died, Simon McBurney tweeted ‘Now you are everywhere.’ The next day, Yves sent an e-mail announcing the funeral, with a drawing attached. It differs from John’s or Hazlitt’s in that, with the blessing and collaboration of his father, Yves grew up painting for half of the year, and farming for the rest. His lines are a continuation of John’s. It is, in endlessly proliferating senses, a family resemblance. The e-mail ended with two lines:

Serein, il a fermé les yeux, comme pour chercher encore une fois les mots appropriés.
He closed his eyes, as if he needed once more to find the right words.

***

Television by Sukhdev Sandhu

Ways of Seeing (1972), the four-part TV series that John Berger made in collaboration with director Mike Dibb, began with the author slashing a canvas. Some viewers may have been reminded of the 1966 Destruction in Art Symposium. Most, though, were shocked at this sacrilegious gesture. Up until that point, most arts broadcasting had been about appreciating, even sanctifying, art. Berger exposed and upended those assumptions: he took Western art off its pedestal by putting it into conversation with fashion and advertising; he scorned the bloodless prose of art historians and gave air time to the analyses of children; he pointed at the camera – acknowledging the existence of an audience – and announced: ‘You receive images and meanings which are arranged. I hope you will consider what I arrange – but be sceptical of it.’ More semiotic shifts: the BBC Radiophonic Workshop’s eerie sound design, Berger’s open shirts and flamboyant hair, the directness and intensity with which he conveyed his Walter Benjamin-inflected ideas. To millions
of viewers, this wasn’t cultural vandalism so much as the spark that fired their passion for art

Sukhdev Sandhu is Associate Professor of English, Social and Cultural Analysis at New York University, USA.

Fiction and Poetry by Jeanette Winterson

After post-truth, according to the Trump administration, we have ‘alternative facts’. I thought that is what fiction is for. Non-fiction should stick with the facts.
As a journalist and commentator, John Berger always knew his facts – that’s what made him merciless. As a critic, he encouraged ways of seeing that get behind a fact and expose its underbelly.
As a novelist and poet, he knew that alternatives matter. Not alternative facts, not even alternative opinions, but alternative imaginations. That we should be able to imagine ourselves in different bodies, in different places, in different times, speaking a different language perhaps.
To read him is to get inside a mind determined to get outside of itself. When you learn to read yourself as a fiction, as well as a fact, you gain unexpected freedoms.
Always interested in raising our level of consciousness, Berger used his imaginative writing to unzip the personas
we think of as our identities, and have us run naked through his fictional landscapes. Come here. Risk it. Belong. And when we leave, if we zip ourselves up again, there’s always a trace left behind of another place. Another life. An alternative.
Art is an alternative; not to reality, but to the unreal.

Jeannette Winterson is a novelist, writer and Professor of Creative Writing at the University of Manchester, UK.

Art Criticism by Griselda Pollock

The poverty of the obituaries and posthumous online profiles of John Berger, particularly in their understanding
of his writing on art, is lamentable. Labelling (read: warning us against) his work as Marxist or as an assault on treasured ideas of high culture, fails to appreciate what his writing and broadcasting made possible for generations of artists, art historians and thinkers. Rather than emphasizing a combative stance towards an establishment, I want to stress how his impassioned and acute writing on art taught us to see what artworks ‘do’ as creatively social work. In the 1970s, he was amongst the first to interpret Walter Benjamin’s now-canonical essay on art and technological reproduction, at that time only recently available in English. From this, Berger made radically beautiful links between oil painting and property, showing how objects, landscapes and women’s bodies become subject to ownership and dehumanizing commodification: the cultural face of capitalism. His legacy lies between the daring of his skilfully crafted analyses of images and the ways in which his work brought down the walls that insulated ‘art’ from lived experiences of embodiment, class, sexuality and political upheaval. We were liberated to think about art alongside what we already knew, to put it into the world and see the different stories, often painful, that it could tell.

Griselda Pollock is Professor of Social & Critical Histories of Art, University of Leeds, UK. 

1) Speech by John Berger on accepting the Booker Prize for Fiction at the Café Royal, London, 23 November 1972
2) John Berger, Pig Earth, 1979 (Bloomsbury Publishing, London), pp.xxv-xxvi
3) Walter Benjamin, Illuminations, 1970 (Jonathan Cape, London), p. 94
4) John Berger, For Orlando, 1976

Tom Overton is a Postdoctoral Research Fellow on the archives of the Barbican and Guildhall School of Music and Drama. He edited Portraits: John Berger on Art and LandscapesJohn Berger on Artists (Verso, 2015)and is writing Berger’s biography, and a book on archives and migration (Allen Lane). He tweets at @tw_overton and collects his articles at overton.tw.

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