Firstly, before going into how Jason employs irony and to what end, I want to make clear what sense of the word irony I’ll be using, because the term does contain a multiplicity of meanings and so can be vague whenever used. The sense of irony I’ll be using is one articulated by the German poet, critic, and philosopher Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel, and I’ll refer right now to Terry Pinkard’s concise rendering of it in his book Germany Philosophy 1760-1860: “Irony,” he writes, “expresses both our unavoidable commitment to certain projects and our own inevitable, reflective detachment from these things. Irony is thus the appropriate stance to feeling both inescapably committed and inescapably detached at the same time” (161). I’ll add as well that the name of the game for folks like Schlegel, a post-Kantian and a romantic, is Being, and so when he speaks of irony he is speaking of it as a mode of being, a kind of condition, and not simply a thing to employ on occasion.
Now, to begin understanding Jason’s use of irony first requires that we identify the impasse between inescapable commitment and detachment that it is contingent on. It’s perhaps redundant to state that most all of Jason’s commitments are not very genuine, and that time and again those ostensible commitments give way to his one monomaniac commitment—to himself. Indeed, there is a palpably nihilistic individualism about Jason that, I think, borders a kind of solipsism, which I’ll get to later; and the substance, so to speak, of this individualism—the medium with which it is preserved—is irony. On the one hand irony preserves Jason, preserves Jason qua Jason; on the other hand, though, its deployment is, as Schlegel thought, endemic of his detachment from himself. But what does it mean in concrete terms, that he’s “detached” from himself? Because I think it’s not so much a kind of alienation, which would imply a divorce between him and his environment and in turn him and himself; Jason does, after all, see himself everywhere he looks; he’s very confident in his own “realness,” as it were. But, confidence aside, there still remains the undeniable fact that Jason’s fortune hitherto has been purely incidental, contingent on the right folks of the Compson family being either dead or incapable; on his own he’s powerless, incapable of asserting himself in any meaningful way, and that’s why, I think, he places such existential significance to Quentin getting one under him by getting back her money and running away, it makes incontrovertible what he already knew but viciously denied, especially through irony. It’s the tension rendered here, then, that irony does not so much promise to resolve as it does to alleviate for a bit, to obscure. Let’s then look at Jason in town, the space I think is best demonstrated his one, frail means of asserting himself.
It’s interesting that of the figures whose subjectivity we’re allowed to inhabit for the duration of their section Jason is the only one who goes to town and exists in it. It’s more interesting that, despite this, one never gets the impression he actually participates in the society of the town. The town really only serves to punctuate his increasingly frantic back and forth between it and the Compson estate. He, like Benjy and Quentin, is still beholden to the private sphere of the family. But he also rejects the town in a way Benjy and Quentin never had an opportunity to. Because while he is there he menaces the town with disdainful judgement, not to mention that in interacting with the folks of the town his demeanor is none too different. He is in a state of constant repudiation, he can only say No. And it’s because, like with his own family, he sees the town as owing him something. This can be read implicitly in moments like when his boss asks him why he doesn’t just quit if he’s always apparently looking to get fired, and Jason rejoins with an allusion to an ambition of owning his own business (Faulkner 245). This desire for a business is an apt one. It would be for Jason an assertion of his own existence, much like the Compson estate is for his family. But it requires what might be called “creative force”—which I think Quentin possessed but was consumed by—and to a degree he simply doesn’t possess. And so that little creative force in him is used instead for preserving himself in a resin of irony, wholly incapable of doing anything else.
What amounts to Jason’s use of irony in The Sound and the Fury are these snide asides and digressions which serve as a brief withdrawal from the forefront scene before Jason. Not only a withdrawal from one scene, but the production of another altogether, one divorced from the former and charged with that pathos of distance Jason is always seeking. A good instance is an earlier scene with his boss. After Jason returns to his job from the Compson estate, and after some back and forth wherein his boss talks around Jason’s lying to his mother about investing money in this business of his, his boss says, “‘I don’t say anything,’ he says, ‘I just ask you to be a little more careful after this,” at which point follows what is essentially a riff by Jason:
I never said anything more. It doesn’t do any good. I’ve found that when a man gets into a rut the best thing you can do is let him stay there. And when a man gets it in his head that he’s got to tell something on you for your own good, goodnight. I’m glad I haven’t got the sort of conscience I’ve got to nurse like a sick puppy all the time. If I’d ever be as careful over anything as he is to keep his little shirt tail full of business from making him more than eight percent. I reckon he thinks they’d get him on the usury law if he netted more than eight percent. What the hell chance has a man got, tied down in a town like this and to a business like this. Why, I could take his business in one year and fix him so he’d never have to work again, only he’d give it all away to the church or something… (228)
This goes on and on and essentially consumes the scene with digression, and it even comes as a shock when we realize his boss is still there a page later, wholly unaware of this drama invented in Jason’s head. And this becomes almost a formula for Jason: dialogues and interactions invaded in much the same way as they were in Quentin’s section, only in Jason’s case what invades is stubborn judgement and irony.
As far as this thing of solipsism that I mentioned earlier, I feel this is only the logical conclusion of this form of irony that Jason entertains. These constant ironic interludes divorce the forefront scene from its context, making it only the material of an invented pastiche. Moreover, the individuals that people these scenes are denied individuality. In fact, I’d go so far to say that Jason does not even privilege others with any kind of interiority, or at least not the quality of interiority he would think himself to possess. He truly dehumanizes the people he encounters, evinced most explicitly with his family and most of all Quentin. But this is all necessary to preserve Jason, and the danger of quitting that distancing his irony affords him and entertaining any kind of intimacy with another person is the collapse of the image he has cultivated of himself as well as his reality.
Faulkner, William. The Sound and the Fury. Vintage Books, 1990.
Pinkard, Terry. German Philosophy, 1760-1860: the Legacy of Idealism. Cambridge University Press, 2004.