Dirt: A Social History as Seen Through the Uses and Abuses of Dirt
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In this engaging and often humorous study of life’s imperfections, public health and hygiene authority Terence McLaughlin dissects our attitudes toward the filth that has accompanied society throughout human history. According to him, “dirt” is a matter of opinion.
Cultural attitudes about everything from factory smoke to personal hygiene are constantly shifting with the economic and political exigencies of the era. McLaughlin cites Old Testament examples of cleanliness which, unbeknownst at the time, helped protect the observant from the plague. The famous baths of ancient Rome were seen as progress for personal hygiene, and later scorned by Christians who rejected all things Roman.
With a litany of fascinating examples, McLaughlin sheds light on how we accept or reject substances. Dirt is essential reading for anyone wishing to understand how we shape our environment.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A fascinating look at cleanliness (not just DIRT, per say, but pollutants of all kinds) throughout the years, especially focused on Britain, primarily London. I wouldn't expect to find virulent homophobia in such a book, but there it was! At least it was just a brief section of the book talking about King James I. Still, whew.Otherwise worthy of a read.
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Dirt - Terence McLaughlin
1. Introduction
Dirt is evidence of the imperfections of life, a constant reminder of change and decay. It is the dark side of all human activities—human, because it is only in our judgements that things are dirty: there is no such material as absolute dirt. Earth, in the garden, is a valuable support and nourishment for plants, and gardeners often run it through their fingers lovingly; earth on the carpet is dirt. A pile of dung, to the dung-beetle, is food and shelter for a large family; a pile of dung, to the Public Health Inspector, is a Nuisance. Soup in a plate, before we eat it, is food; the traces that we leave on the plate imperceptibly become dirt. Lipstick on a girl’s lips may make her boy-friend more anxious to touch them with his own lips; lipstick on a cup will probably make him refuse to touch it.
Because of this relativity, because dirt can be almost anything that we choose to call dirt, it has often been defined as ‘matter out of place’. This fits the ‘earth (garden)/earth (carpet)’ difference quite well, but it is not really very useful as a definition. A sock on the grand piano or a book in a pile of plates may be untidy, and they are certainly out of place, but they are not necessarily dirty. To be dirt, the material also has to be hard to remove and unpleasant. If you sit on the beach, particularly if you bathe, sand will stick to you, but not many people would classify this as dirt, mainly because it brushes off so easily. However, if, as often happens, the sand is covered with oil, tar, or sewage, and this sticks to you, it is definitely dirt.
Sartre, in his major philosophical work on Existentialism, L’Être et le Néant, presents a long discussion on the nature of sliminess or stickiness which has quite a lot to do with our ideas of dirt. He points out that quite small children, who presumably have not yet learned any notions of cleanliness, and cannot yet be worried by germs, still tend to recognize that slimy things are unpleasant. It is because slimy things are clinging that we dislike them—they hold on to us even when we should like to let them go, and, like an unpleasant travelling companion or an obscene telephone caller, seem to be trying to involve us in themselves.
‘If an object which I hold in my hands is solid,’ says Sartre, ‘I can let go when I please. … Yet here is the slimy reversing the terms … I open my hands, I want to let go of the slimy material and it sticks to me, it draws me, it sucks at me. Its mode of being is neither the reassuring inertia of the solid nor a dynamism like that in water which is exhausted in fleeing from me. It is a soft yielding action, a moist and feminine sucking, it lives obscurely under my fingers….’
This is the feeling of pollution, the kind of experience where something dirty has attached itself to us and we cannot get rid of the traces, however hard we try. Ritual defilement is one aspect of this feeling, and one which provides an enormous field of study for anthropologists (when they are not engaged in their favourite activity of reviling one another), but powerful irrational feelings of defilement exist in the most sophisticated societies. Try serving soup in a chamber-pot. However clean it may be, and however much a certain type of guest may find it ‘amusing’, there will be a very real uneasiness about the juxtaposition. There are some kinds of dirt that we treat, in practice, as irremovable—as in the case of the old lady who was unlucky enough to drop her false teeth down the lavatory, where they were flushed into the sewer. When a search failed to find them, she heaved a sigh of relief. ‘I would never have fancied them again,’ she said, and most people would agree. Even things which in themselves are clean, but can be associated with dirt, tend to be suspect. Vance Packard, in The Hidden Persuaders, quotes the sad story of a company who tried to boost their sales of soup mix by offering free nylon stockings. The scheme was a complete fiasco. ‘… people seeing the offer were offended. Subconsciously they associated feet and soup and were alienated because they didn’t like the idea of feet being in their soup.’ Faced by such reactions from industrialized society, we are in a better position to understand such primitive taboos as the fact that, for instance, a women of the Lele tribe who is menstruating must not cook for her husband or even poke the fire that is used for cooking.
Sartre, in his analysis, goes on to discuss the fear and disgust inspired by slimy things. When we touch them, they not only cling to us, but the boundary line between ourselves and the slime is blurred—if we dip our fingers in oil or honey (Sartre’s favourite exemplar—it is difficult to tell whether he likes honey or dislikes it so intensely as to have a fixation about it) it hangs in strings from our fingers, our hands seem to be dissolving in it:
‘To touch slime is to risk being dissolved in sliminess. Now this dissolution by itself is frightening enough … but it is still more frightening in that the metamorphosis is not just into a thing (bad as that would be) but into slime….’
There is a feeling of helplessness when you are faced by something slimy: the real horror to some of eating oysters is that, once the thing is in your mouth, there is no way of avoiding eating all of it. Other food of a strange character may be sampled in nibbles or sips, and if it is too distasteful you can stop; oysters take over the situation as the dominant partner. The same applies to the raw herrings beloved by the Dutch.
Unfortunately for our peace of mind, most of the products of the human body are slimy—saliva, mucus, excrement, pus, semen, blood, lymph—and even honest sweat gets sticky by evaporation. ‘If I can fervently drink his tears,’ wrote Genet, ‘Why not so the limpid drop on the end of his nose?’ And the answer is quite clear. The drop on the end of his nose is slimy. We do not wish to be associated so closely and so permanently with other human beings. Their various slimy secretions will pollute us, will bring us into a closer and more permanent relationship with them than we should wish.
Of course, our own secretions are different. We have learned to live with them. We do not object to our own saliva, for instance, but the idea of someone else’s saliva touching us is usually repellent, just as we do not like to think of cooks tasting the food which we are going to eat. Brahmins carry this even further, and do not like their own saliva to touch their skin: if a Brahmin accidentally touches his fingers to his lips he must bath or at least change his clothes, and this means that he has to eat by effectively throwing the food into his mouth. Spitting on other people is a sign of great loathing, and being spat on is extremely humiliating and disgusting, despite the fact that the saliva is mostly water. There was an old music-hall joke about a man called away from a public-house bar, leaving a full glass on the counter; to protect his drink he put up a little notice saying, ‘have spat in this beer.’ When he returned the drink was still there, but there was an addition to the notice: ‘So have I.’
We are tolerant of our own bodily functions and smells, like Mr. Bloom in Ulysses reading Titbits in the outside privy—‘He read on, seated calm above his own rising smell’—and the Icelanders have a coarse but accurate proverb, that every man likes the smell of his own farts, but too much evidence of other people’s bodily function is ‘dirty’. We can extend some tolerance to the people we love, because the sense of close contact and lasting association is not then a matter of pollution. Lovers can share a cup or a bath with one another, and not worry about the close contact that this implies, but we do not extend this tolerance to the rest of humanity. Indeed, the whole act of sexual intercourse, without the tolerance induced by love and respect, would be hopelessly polluting and grotesque. Those who find it difficult to reconcile themselves to human contact often consider love-making a disgusting affair, like the lady who wrote to the Bristol Evening Post some years ago:
Sex used to be treated with decent reticence—now it is discussed openly. This sort of thing can do immense harm. The moral standards accepted as ‘normal’ by most young people today are a case in point.
Why our all-wise Creator should have chosen such a distasteful—even disgusting—means of reproducing humanity is a thing that I, personally, have never been able to understand.
Where the tolerance stops is a matter of taste. Those couples whose desire to ‘merge’ into one another is greater than their innate or acquired fear of pollution may resort to practices that appear ‘dirty’ to other people. Krafft-Ebing, in the Psychopathia Sexualis, deals with the curious deviation of coprolegny, where people derive sexual pleasure from licking or touching the bodily secretions of others, including excrement. Bizarre as this habit may seem, the pages that follow will demonstrate that dirt is an entirely relative concept, and that there is no limit to the strangeness of people’s attitudes to it. Coprophilia, the love of filth, can take all forms, from Aubrey Beardsley’s joking references to it in Under the Hill and Venus and Tannhäuser, wher it seems to be introduced out of a scholarly wish to include everything, to a complete acceptance and even enjoyment of living conditions and bodily habits that seem disgusting.
On this crowded planet, it is very difficult to get away from contact with other people, and the traces they leave behind them. In the countryside, if we settle down to rest or picnic, we do not consider pine cones, dead sticks, leaves, pebbles, earth, or anything else natural strewn over the ground as dirt, or even as litter, and we are not likely to be very worried even by rabbit droppings and other traces of animal life, but paper bags, beer cans, and other signs of human life make us annoyed, and human excrement left in the open will probably make us look for another place to sit. It is the human traces that we object to, because we fear contamination, a kind of magical power that these traces might exert on us if we happened to touch them or even smell them. We dislike the feeling that these unknown people who have been in the place before us may somehow infect us with their own diseases and shortcomings, and their lives may be permanently entwined with ours, just as the Thieves in Circle VIII of the Inferno lose their individual likenesses and are constantly melting one into another. This is not just a fear of germs, for the feelings date from pre-Pasteur days, and are shared, or even intensified, in primitive societies where no notions of the germ theory exist. ‘And this shall be his uncleanness in his issue: whether his flesh run with his issue, or his flesh bestopped from his issue, it is his uncleanness. Every bed, whereon he lieth that hath the issue, is unclean: and every thing, whereon he sitteth, shall be unclean. And whosoever toucheth his bed shall wash his clothes, and bathe himself in water, and be unclean until the even. And he that sitteth on any thing whereon he sat that hath the issue shall wash his clothes, and bathe himself in water, and be unclean until the even….’ And so on, in Leviticus chapters xi to xv, in passages that the well-known Biblical interpreter Nathaniel Micklem has called ‘the least attractive in the whole Bible. To the modern reader there is much in them that is meaningless or repulsive.’ Of course we know now that such regulations helped to prevent the spread of infectious diseases, and that the orthodox Jews who followed these hygienic laws managed to survive plague periods and other epidemics better than the mass of the population, but the founders of the law were working only on instinct and the formalization of instinct that we call ritual. The Jewish hygienic rules may be stricter than many other systems, but they are not different in kind. An orthodox Jew’s abstention from pork is no more logical or illogical than his Christian neighbour’s abstention from dog or cat; both feelings are deeply held, and have nothing to do with the habits of the animals themselves. Those writers who try to explain away such customs as the results of semi-scientific investigation often say that Jews abstain from pork because the pig is dirty, or because pork is more liable to Salmonella infection than other meat. Both statements are true, but if these were the only reasons, Jews and Christians should be eating cats, who have very clean habits, or guinea-pigs, who keep themselves free from vermin. The purely hygienic laws, about leprosy, skin diseases, menstruation, and discharges from the body, are not based on bacteriology, they are based on avoidance of defilement by other people.
We are all jealous of our ‘one-ness’, our individuality, and we resent and fear any situation that forces us to become intimate, in the real sense of the word, with another person against our will. Contamination by other people is what we really fear about dirt: Sartre says, in Huis Clos, that Hell is other people. Dirt is also other people.
2. A Scene of Pomp and Luxury
‘The stupendous aqueducts,’ wrote Gibbon, ‘so justly celebrated by the praises of Augustus himself, replenished the Thermae, or baths, which had been constructed in every part of the city, with Imperial magnificence. The baths of Antoninus Caracalla, which were open, at stated hours, for the indiscriminate service of the senators and the people, contained above sixteen hundred seats of marble; and more than three thousand were reckoned in the baths of Diocletian. The walls of the lofty apartments were covered with curious mosaics, that imitated the art of the pencil in the elegance of design and the variety of colours. The Egyptian granite was beautifully encrusted with the precious green marble of Numidia; the perpetual stream of hot water was poured into the capacious basins through so many wide mouths of bright and massy silver; and the meanest Roman could purchase, with a small copper coin, the daily enjoyment of a scene of pomp and luxury which might excite the envy of kings of Asia.’*
The actual size of the ‘lofty apartments’ is difficult to grasp: the baths of Caracalla covered a site, roughly square, and about i ioo feet each way, or a total covered space of nearly 28 acres, six times the total site area of St. Paul’s Cathedral. The baths, and the general water supply, came from aqueducts carrying water to Rome from the surrounding countryside: the longest overhead portion, built on arches, was about fourteen miles in length, but by A.D. 52 there was a total of 220 miles of channelling carrying, at peak, about 300 gallons of water per day for every citizen: in Britain today we use about 50 gallons each, per day. By the fourth century in Rome there were eleven public baths, 856 private baths, and 144 public lavatories flushed with water, as well as a large number of private ones.
The baths themselves had adopted the combination of steaming and massage which had come from India, and which is still the characteristic of the ‘Turkish bath’. A bell would ring about one o’clock to inform intending bathers that the water was hot, and after this customers would drift into the baths, paying a quarter of an as. They undressed in the apodyterium, and were rubbed by slaves with oil and water, or, if they were covered with road dust from a long journey, with a mixture of African sand and oil. Many of the more fastidious customers brought their own specially perfumed oil with them. Anointed, they moved into the hot room, or calidarium, to sweat and gossip, or they could, if actively inclined, play athletic games in the sphaeristerium before proceeding to the hot room. When the masseur was ready, they went into the laconicum, a steam room arranged just over the hypocaust or furnace: water was poured over the bathers and they were then massaged and scraped with strigils, bronze tools looking rather like curved gouges, with grooves to collect the mixture of oil, dirt, and dead skin that always becomes loosened in a steam room. After this massage and cleansing they were sponged, oiled again, and took a plunge into the frigidarium, a large open-air swimming bath in the centre of one of the rooms. A tepidarium, or warm room, heated with the hot air from the furnace passed through hollow bricks, formed a general meeting-place and vestibule: in the great imperial baths there were also rooms for dining, for lectures and meetings, and gardens to walk in between baths or meals. In early Rome the baths were strictly for men, then special times were set aside for women, and latterly, among other features of the Decline, men and women congregated together in the baths. This soon led to other uses for the buildings, and in the Street of the Fullers in Pompeii an advertisement can still be read, the work of some early property agent:
IN PRAEDIS . JULIAE . SP.F. FELICIS LOCANTUR BALNEUM . VENEREUM . ET. NONGENTUM . PERGULAE CENACULA . EX . IDIBUS . AUG . PRIORIS . IN . IDUS. AUG . SEXTAS . ANNOS. CONTINUOS . QUINQUE S . Q. D . L . E . N . C.
which has been translated as ‘On the estate of Julia Felix, daughter of Spurius Felix, are to be let from the ist to the 6th of the Ides of August, on a lease of five years, a bath, a brothel, and 90 shops, bowers, and upper rooms.’ Arguments still go on among scholars about the initials at the end. Obviously they stood for something as familiar as the ‘2 rec. 4 bed. oil-f c.-h. gar 2 c, lge gdn’ of our modern estate agents’ advertisements, but what that familiar something was is now lost. One scholar has suggested that they mean ‘not to be let to anyone practising an infamous profession’, but in that case one can only presume that running a venereum did not count. The baths that remain visible in the excavations at Pompeii, the Stabaean Baths, share with many other features of that city the eerie feeling of a town not dead, but only asleep. One can imagine bathers coming in at any time to fold their clothes and put them carefully away in the square stone lockers of the apodyterium.
Wherever the Romans went, they built baths, from Africa to Hadrian’s Wall. Delighted by the discovery of naturally warm water, they built baths at Aquae Sulis, now known as Bath, within ten years of occupying Britain, and the Great Bath, 80 feet long and 40 feet wide, is still fed from a lead conduit made by some Roman plumber nearly 2000 years ago. There are remains of small baths in many parts of the