Little Did He Know

A month after my husband’s death, I wrote that I had discovered the substance of my faith and “found out what’s true for me.” This morning I smiled wryly as I re-read what I wrote then, because I don’t know a damn thing today.

“Little Did He Know . . .”

What I thought I knew then and what I think I know now call to mind a scene in one of my favorite films, Stranger Than Fiction. In this delightful movie about one man’s growth of consciousness, IRS auditor Harold Crick suddenly finds himself the subject of a narration only he can hear. One morning as Harold waits for the bus, things take a grim turn when the narrator foretells Harold’s imminent death.

Stranger Than Fiction (2006), Rotten Tomatoes Classic Trailer.

Alarmed, Harold consults a psychiatrist who tells him he has schizophrenia. He counters by asking what she would advise if he did not have schizophrenia, but was in fact hearing a narrator. In that case, she replies, he should visit an expert in literature. Her recommendation leads Harold to literature professor Jules Hilbert, played by Dustin Hoffman. Professor Hilbert is dismissive of his story until Crick explains that the narrator predicted his death beginning with the phrase, “. . . Little did he know.”

“Little did he know? Little did he know?!” Hilbert exclaims. “I’ve written papers on ‘little did he know.’ I’ve taught classes on ‘little did he know!’” A common literary device, “little did he know” implies the existence of someone who does know. The omniscient writer knows, and wants you to know, explains Hilbert. Theorizing that Harold may be a character in a novel, Hilbert advises him to analyze the narration to determine whether his story is a comedy or tragedy. That way he will know whether he lives or dies in the end.

Stranger Than Fiction (2006), “Little did he know…” scene.

The Story of My Life

If, like Harold Crick, we saw our lives as novels and ourselves as characters, what sorts of characters would we be? Would the narrative be comedic, tragic, or romantic? Would our lives have epic proportions, or would they be the sorts of novels nobody could finish reading? Would my life make the best-seller list for its tragedies and horrors, or would others find its depressions and black holes unbelievable? Would I enjoy reading my own life, and want to turn the next page?

A writing friend asked recently if I’m writing these days. I answered that I’m not writing at all. What I really meant was that I don’t even feel I’m living my own life. I’m busy and active all the time, but I am not alive to the narrative of my own life. I’m much like Harold Crick, an average person going through an average day by rote. What voice will wake me from this slumber?

The Coniunctio

A Jungian might describe the sense of bland conventionality I am experiencing as arising developmentally in a metaphorical process the alchemists called the “conjunction” phase of the Great Work. This is a place of fixation in which things congeal. Everything sinks down solidly into the earth, for earth is its element. It is also a phase of copper, bronze, brass, and sometimes gold. One imagines pickaxe-wielding dwarves mining ore deep in the earth.

Coniunctio, the Conjunction, is a stage of humble downfalling. Jungian analyst and writer Marie-Louise von-Franz explains that

The coniunctio happens in the underworld, it happens in the dark when there is no light shining any more. When you are completely out and consciousness is gone, then something is born or generated; in the deepest depression, in the deepest desolation, the new personality is born. When you are at the end of your tether, that is the moment when the coniunctio, the coincidence of opposites, takes place (von Franz, 162).


This all sounds well and good, like an epic adventure or romance in which all the suffering is worthwhile because something magnificent springs from it. The symbols of the coniunctio tell a cautionary tale, however. The symbolic rendering of this phase show the sun and the moon coming closer, so close into the orbit of the other that their shadows meet and the moon is overshadowed by the sun. In the medieval Church, the sun symbolized Christ and the moon the Church, so their union represented the wedding of Christ and His Church. Though on the face of it, this all sounds quite glorious, in fact an eclipse has caused the moon to go dark. Von Franz explains that such a conjunction “is like two loving people where the more love increases, the more doubts and distrust increase too; one is very often afraid, since if one opens one’s heart, the other can do so much harm” (von Franz, 164).

A person is made ready for the coniunctio by the ego’s conflagration and reduction through Calcination, by the displacements of Dissolution, and by the utter breaking apart brought on by Separation. Suffering, loss, and failure deprive us of the ego strength we built during youth and mid-life. We are humbled by our lack of control. Rather than planning and praying for a future dream, we ask only for our daily bread. What nourishes us for this day, for this current task, or for the immediate future is enough.


Alchemy: The Great Work

Von Franz, Marie-Louise. Alchemy: An Introduction to the Symbolism and the Psychology. Toronto, Canada. Inner City Books, 1980. Print.

5 responses to “Little Did He Know”

  1. morgenbailey Avatar

    Reblogged this on MorgEn Bailey – Editor, Comp Columnist/Judge, Tutor & Writing Guru and commented:
    Ah… my favourite film… It’s rare that I find someone who’s heard of it.

  2. davidrochester Avatar

    “Stranger Than Fiction” is one of my favorite films, too…though I realized at last how truly fanciful it was when I was audited last year by the IRS and no amount of cookies made the process easier. I am so enamored, for many reasons, of the idea of seeing one’s life as a narrative, and where one fits into it if it is viewed in that way. I feel far more like a third-person limited point of view than I do like the protagonist of my own story. Also, I miss hanging out here with you, which is not necessarily anything to do with my narrative, but is a relevant footnote, or perhaps an in-text gloss.

  3. L. Katherine Avatar

    A dear friend shared a poem with me recently, and I often refer to it as I experience both the highs and lows of this life. Since I have not suffered the loss of a spouse, I cannot truly understand the suffering you have endured, but perhaps, this poem may speak to some part of your present journey, as you ask only for your daily bread. I suspect you might already be familiar with it– Jane Hirshfield’s, It Was Like This: You Were Happy. Stranger Than Fiction is one of my favorites as well. I love when Harold gives the “flowers/flours.” Thank you for your post.

  4. expressons Avatar

    I love your writing, simply put. Your style seems so effortless and whimsical, it has so many complicated words and concepts which are very interesting. As a result it causes me want to invest in exploring your stories.
    After drinking up your post, a certain portion of my ruffled, agitated thoughts settled down and cooled. I appreciated that.
    I’m currently wondering about alchemy. I looked up a page on the internet, and I realized it was just up my ally of interests. A really enjoyable read! 🙂

  5. Deb Avatar

    It’s so nice to read your writing again Eve. I’ve missed you. Stranger than fiction is one of my favorite films as well.

    I need to dream about my future though, especially when things are bad. I need to have an alternative to look forward to so that today is bearable. I supposed that’s just kidding myself. Maybe having a dream that I find bearable prevents me from changing what I can right now. As always you make me think. Thank you.

    It’s Deb from Shadowboxer/Tired Mummy. I have changed my blog once again, transformed myself? Or hid myself?

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