Psychopathic characters in literature - Shakespeare's Richard III

Mal7

Dagobah Resident
I enjoy looking for profundities in Shakespeare.

Today I have been reading some of Berryman’s Shakespeare, edited by John Haffenden (NY: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1999, pages 16-17).

I don’t have much time to get into a close reading or discussion of the play, but just want to share a couple of quotes from Berryman, that suggested to me that examining the character of Richard from the perspectives of theories of psychopathy and narcissism might be fruitful.

Berryman quotes from the scene where Richard is wooing Anne, in which Richard offers his sword to her for her to kill him:

Loe here I lend thee this sharpe-pointed Sword,
Which if thou please to hide in this true brest,
And let the Soule forth that adoreth thee,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
[. . .]
Nay do not pause: For I did kill King Henrie,
But ‘twas thy Beauty that prouoked me,
Nay now dispatch: ‘Twas I that stabb’d yong Edward,
But ‘twas thy Heauenly face that set me on.
She fals the Sword.
Take up the Sword again, or take up me.


Berryman then comments:

“This is too much for her, and presently she is saying helplessly, ‘I would I knew thy heart.’ Then she actually accepts his ring, he dismisses her and the burial party go their separate ways, and he is left alone to his gleeful self-congratulation:

Was euer woman in this humour woo’d?
Was euer woman in this humour wonne?
Ile haue her, but I will not keepe her long.


[Berryman:] Note that he [Richard] never shows the slightest sympathy, respect, or even liking for her: at the same time he is wholly in earnest, wholly sincere, about getting her hand. Probably it is his daring that wins both her and the audience: nobody thinks she will strike, but the gesture is melodramatic and engaging."

Berryman also sees as particularly effective a line in Richard’s soliloquy of Act V Scene iii:

Richard loues Richard, that is, I am I.


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Hi.
I have been thinking for some time that "Psychopathic characters in literature" could make an interesting thread. You might expect many authors, novelists and playrites to have at least as much psychological nous as a research psychologist's and someone of the stature of Shakespear much more. I am thinking that in our reading we might often come up against a revealing pen-portrait or. as you mal7 have just posted, a scene revealing some psychopathic trait or archetypal situation.

For what it is worth, I have been hanging on to a short passage from Jane Austen's Persuasion thinking I might get chance to post it on the forum. -- (Mal7, I hope you don't mind me slightly extending the intent of your thread?). It is Mrs Smith's denunciation of Mr Elliot:
Mr Elliot is a man without heart or conscience; a designing, wary, coldblooded being, who thinks only of himself; whom for his own interest or ease, would be guilty of any cruelty, or any treachery, that could be perpetrated without risk of his general character. He has no feeling for others. Those whom he has been the chief cause of leading into ruin, he can neglect and desert without the smallest compunction. He is totally beyond the reach of any sentiment of justice or compassion. Oh! he is black at heart, hollow and black!"

Two notes to the moderators:
  • I hope I have managed to get the quote into the formating correctly. If so it will be the first time. I looks ok from the preview though.
  • If there is any interest in the idea of occasionally posting passages from literature illustrative of psychopathy and narcissism then perhaps we could shorten the title of the thread to a more general "Psychopathic characters in literature"?
 
  • panca kanga said:
    • If there is any interest in the idea of occasionally posting passages from literature illustrative of psychopathy and narcissism then perhaps we could shorten the title of the thread to a more general "Psychopathic characters in literature"?

    Sure!

    A good place to start might be chapter 42 of The Mask of Sanity (http://www.cassiopaea.org/cass/sanity_1.PdF). It's shortish, so I'll copy it here (and of course there's Caricature of Love, which veers in slightly different directions):

    42 Fictional characters of psychiatric interest
    Characters from literature, it may be argued, not being real people, are therefore of no value in the discussion of a medical problem. It can scarcely be doubted, however, that genuinely creative writers have often presented personalities more fully and more truly than we can readily get to know them in life. And sometimes minor writers succeed in portraying personalities that seem to be reliably true. The characters of the novelist and the dramatist are, furthermore, accessible to all who care to read about them, unlike the patient who has been seen and studied but cannot be presented personally to the reader. For the purpose of this discussion I feel that several points can be made by citing fictional characters, some of whom I believe have been no less faithfully drawn than patients reported in psychiatric examinations. Whether real people exist like them or not is beside the point, since I do not mean to use them as evidence to establish any conceptions of psychopathology but to illustrate personality reactions, whether real or imaginary, which I shall attempt to relate to the reactions considered in this volume.

    Those who spend their lives in serious effort to put down in various forms a reflection of their human experience must sometimes encounter the psychopath or at least fragments of such behavior, hints of such an attitude. Abstruse and complex, psychopathologic features of many types have for centuries emerged in literary creations and seem to emerge sometimes through an inexplicable insight of the poet, novelist, or dramatist, who, by his special talent, may successfully convey what he has accurately sensed in the life about him. What he senses may not be discernible to many and it may be most difficult to convey by the direct textbook methods. The possibility of help from this source in efforts to gain understanding of the by no means simple riddle of the psychopath is a possibility that should not be rejected.

    Certain personalities have been described and perhaps exist in actual life, who, unlike the ordinary criminal, seem to live by hate and cherish destructiveness not so much to gain power or material benefits but because they grow to love hate and destructiveness. The character Heathcliffe as presented in Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë might be chosen as a puzzling example of misanthropy, ruthlessness, and maladjustment which has little in common with ordinary viciousness. Heathcliffe works to destroy others and to destroy what is generally regarded as happiness for himself as well. He unquestionably falls within the scope of psychopathology, a strange, terrible, and compelling figure. But he has little specific kinship with the personalities discussed here. He is strong, he is persistent, and his emotion, however distorted, appears greater by far than that of the average man. He never loses his imposing dignity, even though this dignity might be regarded as a dignity of evil. He remains integrated, not only superficially but profoundly. The personalities described in this book, in contrast, show no consistent pursuit of what might be called evil; their exploits are fitful, buffoonish, and unsustained by any obvious purpose. Consistent hatred of others is not a guiding line in their life scheme. And in Heathcliffe we find evidence of more than ordinary love for Kathy, of love that appears to be genuine and changeless despite the fact that it is a major factor behind his destructiveness.

    It is not common to find in literature characters that could be grouped with the patients studied here. Creative artists have often presented the villain, the psychotic, the psychoneurotic, the erratic genius, the weak, the strong, the wise, and the stupid; but we seldom find in imaginative writing anyone who could fit the picture that emerges as we consider the histories in this book. Often, however, we find characters who in some aspect or in some phase of their activities suggest what we have seen in the psychopath, and we find others no less abnormal whose qualities may be used in contrast.

    Iago27,71 in Othello, perhaps the most interesting and ingenious creation of vindictiveness known to man, carries out his schemes of hate and treachery without adequate motivation in the ordinary sense. In King Lear the cruelty of Edmund, bastard son of Gloucester, is plainly pathologic. Herr Naphta in Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain, although a professional Christian in holy orders, is addicted to destructiveness despite his great intellectual powers. All these characters are consistent, effective, and despite their interesting psychiatric aspects, remote front the psychopath.

    Mr. Micawber in David Copperfield and Tolstoi’s Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky in Anna Karenina are convincing examples of people who do not seem to learn by experience and who cannot, in important matters, be relied on by others. But neither shows the active pattern of self-defeat with which we are familiar. Both seem to represent ordinary human frailties that are much exaggerated. Falstaff (Henry II) indulges in outlandish excesses with sack, falls into humiliating situations repeatedly without evincing ordinary shame, and shows himself callous to the appeal of dignity and honor. Yet we sense in him a strong tide of normal, even if superficial, life, some Rabelaisian gusto, which makes his follies stand out in sharp contrast to the activities of the psychopath. He is bent on animal pleasure and coarse merriment whatever they may cost. We can understand him whether we should like to emulate him or not.

    Mr. Burlap in Aldous Huxley’s Point Counter Point141 is presented as a pious lecher, a literary windbag, and a hypocritical opportunist. He impresses the average reader as a most unpleasant personality, and he is portrayed as lacking many of the emotional capacities which the psychopath also lacks. His opportunism works to his material advantage, and he is steady in his aims and in his progress. However inconsistent or hypocritical his affect, it seems more real than what we see in the psychopath. In the same novel we find in Maurice Spandrell a man who seems to love cruelty and to love it best in its most unpleasant forms. Despite his inexcusable practices we feel in him extraordinary emotional richness and a peculiar but impressive latent integrity which are in contrast to the cold-bloodedness and viciousness appearing in his outer life. It is plain that a personality disorder exists, but it is not the type of disorder with which we are here concerned.

    Dostoevski’s Prince Myshkin in The Idiot, a person of great wisdom and spiritual insight, yet eccentric and in some ways inadequate, might be called a psychopath by writers who use this term loosely for maladjusted or uneven geniuses. He is, however, a person who feels more profoundly than the ordinary man the very aspects of life to which our patients are numb.
    In the figure of Zuleika Dobson, Max Beerbohm gives an impression not so much of indicating a personality, even in caricature, as of lightly embodying his fantasy. This wraithlike figment is used to suggest a carelessness about the fate of others, a preoccupation with trivialities, an absolute and mysterious incapacity for serious emotion that, in a way both outlandish and whimsical, echoes something of the psychopath. She nevertheless succeeds consistently in her aims.21

    Ibsen’s Peer Gynt, although he, too, belongs perhaps in Elfland and very little in the ordinary world, shows a capacity for spiritual failure, an almost perverse unreliability, and an insouciance in self-frustration that suggests a translation of our problem, or some aspect of it, into poetry.

    The children presented by Richard Hughes in A High Wind in Jamaica138 and those very different children Henry James gives us in The Turn of the Screw suggest an incapacity for normal feeling, an unalterable, subtle, and sinister resistance to human approach that might be compared to the callousness of the psychopath. Both authors seem to be more concerned with general aspects of life or of evil, however, than with a personality disorder.

    Ferenc Molnar’s Liliom,222 an altogether astonishing character to the average reader or theater-goer, fails all who trust him and fails himself with the prodigious consistency of a real psychopath. His final manifestation of the old inadequacy, even after being brought back from the dead to earth, really suggests that the dramatist may have had in mind something like the psychopath as we know him. His power to arouse inalienable devotion in women is also as impressive as what we see in real patients. Liliom’s suicide, his capacity to admit his misdeeds with what impresses one as a measure of sincerity, his warmth, and his depicted strength and fearlessness all stand out in contrast, however, to the personality patterns discussed in this book.

    In Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past, the Baron de Charlus, a Masterpiece of psychopathology no less than of literary creation, would of course be classed as a psychopath in the broad and once orthodox meaning of the term. This most imposing and vivid character shows not only homosexuality but a taste for flagellation and other deviations of the sexual impulse, and he shows them as they can seldom be appreciated from the reading of textbooks. There is much about Charlus to suggest that he also shares in some measure the special disorder that we treat here. He seems to care little for the rights of others or for their suffering. He is found repeatedly in fantastic and shameful situations. Much of his abnormal behavior becomes more comprehensible, however, once we grant the authenticity of his abnormal sexual cravings. There are indications of a real learning and a more nearly sincere culture than in the personalities we describe here. A paradoxical and fragmentary but not totally false dignity in his living contrasts with the psychopath’s great lack in this respect.

    Charlus might justifiably be classed as a partial psychopath, at least. As in some psychopaths seen clinically, he has specific sex deviations which are basic (as contrasted with incidental careless acts of perversion) and which readily account for much of his folly. This figure is depicted as surpassingly haughty in cultural and social aloofness, as a superesthete who aggressively represents almost an apotheosis of the secondary defensive reactions pointed out as typical of the real homosexual by Greenspan and Campbell.102

    Such a figure as Jondrette (or Thénardier) of Les Miserables shows petty opportunism, little ability to profit by mistakes, an extreme degree of selfishness, and a talent for failure. Although these are superficially suggestive of the psychopath, I believe that Jondrette and others like him are conceived as rascals with a better organized antisocial revolt than what is seen in the psychopath. Svidrigailov in Crime and Punishment is more strange than Jondrette and appears for a time entirely callous to such feelings as pity or pride. He finally shows a magnanimity that distinguishes him from our subject.

    Many female characters have been presented by novelists and dramatists as astonishingly faithless and astonishingly deficient in the stronger, richer emotions. In some of these th spiritual limitation appears to be absolute and unchangeable. Nina Leeds of Eugene O’Neill’s Strange Interlude was regarded by some critics as shameless, immoral, and self-seeking to an extreme degree. The still celebrated Scarlett O’Hara in Gone With the Wind, 221 in some contrast to Nina, fails regularly to respond to sincere emotion in her lovers and pursues above all else aims that are fundamentally egocentric and trivial. Nina Leeds, however, seems capable of real feeling toward her first lover, and her reactions after his death, all of which are based on strong emotional drives, can be understood without assuming the same type of disorder postulated in the psychopath. In fact, she shows very little in common with such a disorder.

    Scarlett O’Hara, in my opinion, is a very convincing figure and really shows some of the emotional impoverishment described here in the patients presented as partial psychopaths. Her incapacity for a true commitment in love is apparently unmodifiable; her egocentricity is basic. She seems to be without means of understanding the strong emotions in those about her or of having adequate awareness of what makes them act when they act in accordance with principles they value. Unlike the complete psychopath, she successfully pursues ends that lead to her material well-being and she avoids putting herself in positions of obvious folly and shame. In her, however, we sense an inward hollowness and a serious lack of insight.

    An interesting feature of Gone With the Wind and one that illuminates an important distinguishing characteristic of the psychopath can be found in a comparison between Scarlett O’Hara and Captain Rhett Butler. Although the captain’s conduct is often at variance with most ethical standards, although he evades joining wholeheartedly in the war effort and even seeks to gain personal profit through complications of the war, he can hardly fail to give readers the impression of a man warmly and deeply human. If his objective misdemeanors and other bits of wrongdoing are added up and balanced against Scarlett’s actions in the book, it is possible that his score would be technically worse and that he would be more liable to legal action and social censure.

    Scarlett, as a matter of fact, is kind in the shallower ranges of feeling, rather consistently considerate about all matters except the most vital. The real contrast becomes clear when fundamental personal issues are at stake. Here Captain Butler’s nuclear integrity and his valid reactions of love and compassion are communicated not so much by narration and exposition or by what he directly says as in small reflections of his essential personality that cumulatively reveal him.

    It might be argued that of the two, Scarlett, as depicted in the novel, is on the whole a more conforming person, one who can better avoid conduct which will bring about social retaliation. Without attempting a judgment based on ethical absolutes, which is not the province of this book, a significant contrast can be shown between what appears to be the inmost core of each. As indicated already, the fictional Scarlett O’Hara would be a poor representative of the clinical psychopath, but limitations in her personality so effectively brought out in the novel seem closely related in quality to the more disabling deficit that I believe is fundamental in the enigmatic disorder.

    Anyone concerned at all with psychiatry is likely to find in Jenny Hagar Poster Evered of The Strange Woman (Ben Ames Williams)295 detail and concreteness familiar in the direct study of patients but hard to put into medical histories. In that she does not respect the rights of others and particularly in that she reacts in anything but a normal way in the deepest personal relations, Jenny might be proclaimed a psychopath whose deviation is extraordinarily complete. Sharply distinguishing points emerge when we consider the persistent purposiveness, the strong and sustained malice with which this woman works to destroy all happiness for children, husbands, and paramours. A conscious brutality prevails. Destructive impulses are directed consistently by open hate.

    In contrast with this picture of a well-organized paranoid life scheme we find the typical psychopath not consistently seeking to inflict major disaster on anyone. More characteristic is the psychopath’s pettiness and transiency of affect (both positive and negative) and his failure to follow a long-range plan, either for good or for evil. The emotional damage he may (and often does) inflict on others, mate, parents, children, is not, it seems, inflicted for any major voluntary purpose or from a well-focused motive but from what weighs in at little more than whim or caprice. He does not seem to intend much harm. In the disaster he brings about he cannot estimate the affective reactions of others which are the substance of the disaster. A race of men congenitally without pain sense would not find it easy to estimate the effects of physical torture on others. A man who had never understood visual experience would lack appreciation of what is sustained when the ordinary person loses his eyes. So, too, the real psychopath seems to lack understanding of the nature and quality of the hurt and sorrow he brings to others.
    In contrast to anything of this sort, Jenny shows a rather accurate awareness of how it is going to hurt as she skillfully, and in response to consistent impulse, pursues her plans. All this is very typical of severe paranoid reactions seen clinically. Jenny is also depicted as having components of overt sadomasochistic deviation. Elements of callousness (from incomplete comprehension) are probably necessary for such reactions. Followed far enough inside the surface of action and consciousness, such callousness might be found based on similar pathology to that which constitutes the psychopath’s basic incompleteness. As clinical pictures, nevertheless, there is more to contrast than to identify the two life schemes.

    To illustrate a feature of what I shall subsequently try to formulate as the psychopath’s real underlying condition, the remarkable character of Adrian Harley in George Meredith’s The Ordeal of Richard Feveral 212 offers an excellent example. This “wise young man” makes a very successful and comfortable adjustment to life in its exterior aspect. He is, of course, no psychopath in the full sense as this disorder is described here. He is a most shrewd, urbane, and learned person. His learning is, furthermore, in the humanities. Yet his incapacity to feel the actual living, the tragedy and joy that are so real to Richard and to Lucy Desborough, is absolute. He does not apparently intend to be cruel but, perhaps chiefly because of a particular blindness, his shrewdness is used consistently to bring about disaster. He is entirely without insight and remains unable to see that he has seriously damaged others. No schizophrenic could be less cognizant of what existence means to Richard and Lucy than Adrian Harley as he stands with them on a terrace in the Isle of Wight chanting Greek hexameters into the sunset. If we consider such an emotional limitation as that seen in Scarlett O’Hara or in Adrian Harley as similar to what is seen in the psychopath, we must admit that many persons regarded as normal show less marked limitations of the same sort. This, I believe, is entirely true, just as many ordinary persons are slightly schizoid or slightly cyclothymic.

    In the literature of this century such characters as Jeeter Lester of Tobacco Road (Erskine Caldwell)38 and Pop-Eye (Sanctuary by William Faulkner)78 deserve brief consideration. The first of these seems to learn little indeed by experience. He is callous to many situations involving himself and others that the ordinary man could scarcely bear. Jeeter Lester impresses me, however, as very little akin to the psychopath. His shiftlessness and resignation are entirely passive. He is to some extent a natural victim of his surroundings. He shows no active drive toward such folly and failure as lure the psychopath, but merely an aimless drifting. He is, despite all his frailties and follies, somehow warm with humanity.

    The other figure, Pop-Eye, is depicted as a malign and vindictive man who pursues criminal aims successfully though somewhat peculiarly. His delight in watching the girl he has chosen for himself ravished by another man is extraordinary in the annals of orthodox criminal taste but is comprehensible in terms of voyeurism and masochism and especially in view of his own sexual impotence. An incompletely overt homosexuality is perhaps even more strongly contributory to this choice of role. Although there are features in common, he does not belong among the personalities discussed here.

    In Don Birnam, hero of The Lost Week-End (Charles Jackson),145 we find a psychiatric presentation of remarkable force. Beneath the surface of alcoholic addiction, very complicated and subtly distorted causal factors reveal themselves. Eventually a picture emerges in which important features of the psychopath are discernible. There are also contrasts. In Birnam awareness of major frustration is more clear, and anxiety and despair are not successfully avoided. What has happened and is still happening is bizarre and terrifying to the subject since he retains some important degree of insight. When measured against the typical psychopath, this rather remarkable fictional creation suggests another comparison.

    Several times recently, patients in early, incomplete schizophrenic reactions have impressed me with varying degrees of ability to see or sense the strangeness and gravity of the processes operant within themselves. In sharp contrast to the ordinary patient with schizophrenia, in whom unawareness and indifference characterize the subject’s attitude to all that is so obviously grotesque or tragic to the observer, these patients reacted to some degree as if with the fear, bewilderment, and horror that might be expected in one who recognizes such changes as occurring within himself. Many schizophrenics may show anxiety, alarm, and other strong affective reactions toward other matters, particularly toward delusional projection. This very different atypical residue of insight struck me not only as a remarkable feature but as one affording the observer an unusual viewpoint, the viewpoint of seeing, to some degree, this indescribable process through the eyes of the subject. Ordinarily the disintegration in schizophrenia is such, in specific quality whatever the degree, that the patient does not see the changes in himself with sufficient accuracy to react to them vividly or with anything like the emotional responses of an ordinary person.

    In Don Birnam a good many things are revealed as within or near his own comprehension which suggest what may lie beneath the reactive patterns of the psychopath but, if there, are so far beneath that the typical psychopath is unaware of them and indifferent. The observer also has peculiar difficulty in gaining direct access to what may be beneath the surface. Although it may not be accurate to give the unqualified diagnosis to this marvelously interesting fictional patient, it is undeniable that he shows very convincingly, important features of the psychopath.

    A literary creation who impresses me as remarkably like a psychopath in the full sense is Dostoevski’s senior Karamazov, father of the wonderful and puzzling brothers who themselves offer so much of interest to the psychiatrist. The elder Karamazov is not only free from major human feelings, but he also drives actively at folly. He shows a greedy relish for the very sort of buffoonery and high jinks that the psychopath seeks. He has no regard apparently for consequences and cannot be persuaded by reason or appealed to by sentiment. He appears superficially to be a man of strong passions, but in my opinion this is only an appearance. He does not pursue selfish or vicious ways consistently in the aim of self-interest. He immerses himself in indignity for its own sake. He does outrageous things, especially to his son Dimitri, yet he is not adequately motivated by consistently vindictive or cruel impulses.

    The personality and behavior of Mildred as she appears in Of Human Bondage (Somerset Maugham)204 also have features that are difficult to reconcile with anything except this disorder, and this disorder in a serious degree. To petty, affective promptings this girl responds appropriately as a rule. All the stimuli that in the normal person evoke serious and lasting responses she perceives little more than a blind man perceives the sunset.

    Her positive responses to the trivial, the cheap, and the vulgar are understandable in view of the affective limitations so memorably revealed. It is not through savage and violent impulses that she mangles or destroys, but because only mild affect is necessary for action when the larger emotional consequences are invisible. They are invisible not through lack of rational foresight but through specific and more profound defects of evaluation. It is not at all necessary to assume genuine cruelty of any magnitude in Mildred as she reviles the man who has so convincingly demonstrated love for her and whom she wounds as only he could be wounded by the final epithet-cripple. So far as she can tell, she is doing little more than what anybody might do if moderately irked.

    Like the full psychopath, Mildred cannot continue to provide successfully for her material needs. Unlike what is typical, she does not appear to be especially clever or to have great superficial charm and promise. Nevertheless, she illustrates, perhaps even more accurately than Karamazov the father, some of the features that seem to be fundamental in our subject.

    I have seldom seen in fiction so complete and so faithful a portrayal of the psychopath as in the character Rags in The Story of Mrs. Murphy (Natalie Anderson Scott).256 No attempt is made to explain why this man behaves as he does. He is revealed, not by efforts at description and exposition, but with rare fidelity in the concrete rendering of his behavior. The author of this book understands something fundamental about the true psychopath that often is notably lacking in textbook accounts. This is communicated in a form singularly impressive and worthy of careful study.

    One would not ordinarily expect to find among the comic cartoon strips of the daily newspapers enlightening information about psychiatric disorder. Nevertheless, in the widely published strip “Judge Parker,” an excellent presentation of the psychopath has been made to the public in the unforgettable character Sandra Deare. It is remarkable that so accurate and informative a treatment of such a problem could be given in this medium. This can be better understood when it is known that the creator of “Judge Parker” is a psychiatrist, Dr. Nicolas Dallis,218 who uses a pseudonym to indicate his authorship. I believe that this serious and wonderfully effective portrayal of the psychopath has served an important purpose in conveying to the public valuable knowledge about the psychopath’s peculiar status and perplexing problems.

    In many respects the most realistic and successful of all portrayals of the psychopath is that presented by Mary Astor in The Incredible Charlie Carewe.16 The rendition is so effective that even those unfamiliar with the psychopath in actual experience are likely to sense the reality of what is disclosed. The subject is superbly dealt with, and the book constitutes a faithful and arresting study of a puzzling and infinitely complex subject. Charlie Carewe emerges as an exquisite example of the psychopath – the best, I believe, to be found in any work of fiction.

    The Incredible Charlie Carewe should be read not only by every psychiatrist but also by every physician. It will hold the attention of all intelligent readers, and I believe it will be of great value in helping the families of psychopaths to gain insight into the nature of the tragic problem with which they are dealing, usually in blindness and confusion.
 
Mary Astor's "The Incredible Charlie Carewe" is reviewed here (by you A.I.):
http://cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php?topic=6921.0

Another interesting character to add here is a journalistic case study of Dr. Story by Jack Olsen.

I walked into a bookstore once and asked for a true crime story where a doctor was involved. I thought that perhaps it would help me to understand better pathological personalities and how insidious they are in our society, including the medical community. A few seconds later the guy brought me, Doc: The Rape of the Town of Lovell by Jack Olsen, which won the 1990 Edgar Award for Best Fact Crime.

It took me other 4 years before I read the book, but I’m so glad I finally did. It turned out to be most instructive regarding the insidiousness, subtleness and evilness of psychopathy. Jack Olsen knew about psychopathy which makes this true crime novel even more interesting. In fact he quotes The Mask of Sanity by Hervey Cleckley. Olsen is able to give an incredible insight about how Dr. John Story, the psychopath doctor, raped numerous women in the town of Lovell in Wyoming for over 25 years without anybody doing anything about it. And even when some people knew about Dr. Story’s behavior (including hundreds or even thousands of victims), they only helped to conceal his behavior with their religious and societal programming.

Lovell is a small town in Wyoming whose population is about 50% Mormon. The victims were very religious and most of them consider themselves property of men, or the Church. Dr. John Story established his medical practice in Lovell in 1958 and he raped his victims while doing pelvic exams. The doctor, who was a pillar of the Baptist Church, enjoyed enormous prestige and support.

The women who started to take action against the doctor belong to the McArthur family, a family where sex was such a taboo that when the daughters had the courage to tell their parents that they were being abused by an uncle, nothing was done. Well, the parents, who were Mormons, would not leave their children alone with such uncle, but they did continue to be friendly with him. They also tightened enforcements of the Mormon strictures about modesty, as if the kids were at fault for attracting pedophiles! It was a sacred obligation of every committed Mormon to protect against Satan by wearing “the garment”, so that is what they did, they wore the garment. This is one of the reasons why Dr. Story was able to get away with his pathological behavior. The religious beliefs of the town kept the victims in the dark. True and open communication about what was going on was considered a vile gossip, a sin. The bishop, whom the little girls and women trusted regarding their rape by Dr. Story, was quoted as saying:

“Girls, I thought you were going to tell me something I didn’t know. I’ve been hearing these reports for years.”

Justly so, one of the McArthur girls gets horrified and hurt with the bishop’s attitude. She had a little sister that could be lying on Story’s table any day now, losing her virginity and not even knowing it. She wonders how many others had he deflowered the same way and why wasn’t it taken care of years ago?! But here is the bishop’s best answer:

“There’s nothing we can do,” “we can’t prove anything. I just tell the women to change doctors.”

So there you go, the testimony of hundreds of women don’t prove anything… John Story is a natural predator, but the people – who should had called him out on his behavior and actions – were not! Well, at least most of them.

The McArthur girls then turn to President John Abraham – spiritual leader of two thousand Mormons in the Lovell stake – who responds with a “drop it” and when asked about the church’s role in protecting the other women, he replies:

“there’s no proof. It’s your word against his. This isn’t a religious matter anyway.”

Unbelievable, eh?

Marilyn Story, the doctor’s wife, is an excellent example of massive denial, a trait shared by all Dr. Story supporters, which were massive in number as well! Marilyn Story and lots of respectable women and men (who were not raped by him of course), supported devotedly the doctor unconditionally in spite of all the evidence of his behavior. They were under a devotion spell (helped by their religious beliefs) that blurred the reality around them. Supporters described the doctor as a “man of deep commitment to his family, his profession and his faith” after all that is what they saw, the mask of sanity of a psychopath. Olsen points out that justice was not the issue for most Story’s supporters which included the governor, lots of respected doctors, co-workers, patients, and religious people especially devoted to defend him (even on TV!). The issue was denial -denial that a respected member of their community could commit such offenses, denial that the city fathers would allow his outrages to go on for twenty years, denial that so few victims had had the courage to come forward. But that was what happened.

“A guilty defendant who trumpeted his innocence could sway jurors by the eloquence of his denial -it happened all the time. A guilty defendant who lacked conscience or a sense of shame could pass lie-detector tests. One of the prosecutors was even fascinated to learn that Story was so impressed by Dr. Hervey Cleckley’s Mask of Sanity, the classical study of psychopathy, that he’d insisted that his wife Marilyn and his two daughters read it!!”

Dr. Story manipulated his supporters the same way he manipulated the victims. So it is not surprising that Dr. Story’s lawyer, in a sarcastic way ends up telling the truth about his psychopathic defendant:

“…That’s why I say he is an accomplished, successful deviate, because he fooled not only a wife of thirty-two years who works side by side with him in his office… but he also fooled his employees…the entire nursing staff at the North Big Horn County Hospital, director of personnel, hospital administrator, patients, and all the people that we put on that stand. And he fooled the public! I mean, this man is a genius if he can get by with that.”

He is indeed describing him!

When the victims realize what has happened to them, they shut themselves into shock and denial. Some thanked the doctor and left. Others politely asked how much they owed and wrote checks. Some scheduled new appointments. It seems that in face of unexpected horror, the mind holds itself together by reverting to the familiar, and this is what the women did.

It doesn’t come as a surprise either that even though Dr. Story was a psychopath, the MMPI (Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory) and other tests had shown “no evidence of psychopathology.” As if he knew at some level what was expected and responded accordingly. A doctor’s evaluation of John concludes that he is a “private person who has spent an adult lifetime serving people as a physician” and that he is a deep believer in religion and ethics. His sexual fantasies, according to the psychological tests, were “normal and unimaginative,” and he lived a normal, “provincial” sex life with neither sadistic nor aggressive fantasies. Above all, he was emotionally stable and mentally healthy, and the charges against him were “inconsistent with the results of this diagnostic examination”. Dr. Story used religion as a cover, insisting even in a devoted religious lawyer who would talk the same language he did.

At some point a presentence investigator with a vast knowledge of criminals comes into the scene. He scans the psychiatrist’s report, Breck Lebegue, M.D. who found Dr. Story “alert, oriented and cooperative… shows a mild tendency for his thinking to jump from one subject to another, over-inclusiveness in an attempt to be accurate, and a great deal of projected blaming of others…”. The convicted man had insisted that he was the victim of a “vendetta against him by one woman whose request for a disability statement was denied.” As the PSI read, he immediately recognizes the pattern. “Certain offenders flatly refused to take responsibility for their actions, always had glib explanations, and, when one story didn’t impress, blithely switched to another.” His talking here about psychopaths and he knew them for what they are, conscienceless robots, incapable of feeling guilt or taking blame. His I.Q. was 135, there was no indication of major psychopathology or cerebral dysfunction, he wasn’t mentally ill, and he “wouldn’t respond to treatment”. Again, typical of psychopathy. The PSI adds that psychopaths stubbornly refused to admit they needed treatment and were impervious to it when it was forced into them. No therapist had ever learned how to create a conscience that had failed to form in earliest childhood. When the PSI meets Dr. Story he notices that he seemed to send out pressure waves of annoyed superiority. As the doctor talks about his family background, the PSI notices that the word “love” popped out several times, but with a curious lack of feeling. Story seemed to be saying one thing and showing another. He even mumbled once, “I should adjust my speech to what I think you are.” As he continues talking and talking the message seems obvious for the PSI, the doctor hints that “everything about me is normal. How could I possibly be a criminal?”. He has all along a strong need to manipulate. The doctor’s subtext seems to be “an ordinary guy like you couldn’t possibly understand an accomplished person like me.” The PSI realizes that Story’s criminal behavior went back almost 28 years and he knew that offenders who followed a pattern often returned to it on release, especially if they refused to admit their guilt or undertake a program of rehabilitation. Despite his medical degree and mild appearance, Dr. Story was shaping up as a textbook example of hardened criminal. The sad thing is that psychopaths learn quickly that they have to take rehabilitation programs and how to act on them so they can get pardoned and out of trouble. So it should not come as a surprise that Dr. Story was released under parole in 2001, or so I heard.

The PSI’s conclusions are so instructive that I’m going to include them here:

“Mr. John Story appears to have established a very definite pattern of criminal behavior which includes humiliation, victimization, and sexual assaults on select female patients. It appears that this behavior has progressed from its initial stages of simply humiliating women in the examining room as early as 1958 in Crawford, Nebraska, to actual sexual assaults on female patients in Lovell as recently as 1983. He appears to have been quite selective concerning his victims in that, for the most part, he selected only those women who were particularly vulnerable at the time. It appears that Mr. Story used a wide variety of methods to select his victims and to increase their vulnerability.

First, it appears that he used his position of authority as a doctor to intimidate patients. It appears that he then based further actions on individuals’ responses to his position of authority as a doctor and if they seemed particularly easily led or influenced, he continued with his victimization. Throughout the police department investigation and this investigation are references to Mr. Story’s view of himself as a doctor. He did not like to be questioned about his medical decisions or, for that matter, any decisions, and he made that quite clear with people he worked with. Additionally, he did not volunteer information to his patients or other individuals concerning medical decisions.

Second, Mr. Story has a good command of the English language. He has a substantial vocabulary and a good understanding of semantics. It appears that he has developed a pattern of using the language to help intimidate, confuse and humiliate other people. Again, during the investigation it was learned that it was widely known that Mr. Story could talk all around a subject or talk over people’s heads and did so regularly. It appears that when he combined his command of the language with his knowledge of medicine and medical terminology, he easily confused and intimidated a good number of people.

Finally, it appears that Mr. Story believes that he is superior to most other individuals in society. This seems evidenced first by his criminal behavior in the present offense and additionally by his attitude toward various social programs, rules and controls suggested by the state of Wyoming. It appears that he has the attitude that the laws and rules apply to all other individuals, but not to himself.

With such an attitude, it seems quite understandable how he could continue to humiliate, intimidate and victimize his patients with probably a relatively clear conscience. Throughout the trial on the present offense and his incarceration pending sentencing, he has steadfastly maintained his innocence and proclaimed he was convicted as the result of some grand conspiracy against him. It would appear to this Writer that the idea of a conspiracy would be the only way he could allow himself to view his situation, as he is far superior to other individuals and only a conspiracy could have resulted in his conviction.

In this writer’s opinion, Dr. John Story does not appear greatly different from other rapists this writer has dealt with, except that he has a better education and has committed a larger number of offenses. His attitude toward the present offenses appears to be that he is above the law, the laws are for other people and that his only mistake was in getting caught. He appears to have somehow made the determination that it is okay to sexually assault his patients in the examining room, but it is probably not okay to have an affair with his neighbor’s wife or to murder someone. It is not clear, however, how he has made that distinction and what would stop him from going even further in his victimization of people.”

The description of Story’s family through his wife accounts is also interesting. After all, there seems to be a genetic aspect to psychopathy. Lets consider this relevant quote about Story’s family:

Sometimes, after a visit, Marilyn drove on to Maxwell to see his mother, and John always reminded her to stop by Annette’s grave (their child that was killed in an accident at age 2) in the family plot in Plainview Cemetery. Left to her own instincts, Marilyn would have avoided such painful side trips, but she obeyed her husband as always. John also urged her to visit the Fort McPherson Cemetery, scene of so many of his childhood joys and ceremonies. He was pleased when she brought back rubbings from the graves…

Visiting Maxwell, she still found herself uneasy about the Story family’s attitude about death. They grieved, but in their own way. They talked animatedly about Annette and other lost children. At fourteen, John’s youngest brother Tom had been killed by a swerving truck while hitchhiking to North Platte, and when the family discussed him, it was always in vivid, cheery tones – what a neat boy he’d been, his sense of humor, his imitations and jokes that had made the family laugh. You’d have though old Tom was coming for dinner with the wife and kids.

Marilyn returned from one Nebraska trip and told a friend, “Inez’s sister Lola died and they talked and talked and talked about it. The day I got there, John’s mom says “We’re gonna eat, then we’re gonna go up to the mortuary.” Se we all pile into our cars and followy little banty hen Inez into this cold room. She says, “oh doesn’t Lola look so nice! She looks better than she did when she was teaching Latin! And she pats Lola’s hand and stands there looking at her and talking about her hair and her glasses. John’s sister Gretchen and his brother Jerod came, too, and nobody cried. I’m standing back and kinda gulping and I just -ooooh, I thought I was gonna faint.”

Perhaps they didn’t have the empathy so as to mourn at all…

Journalistic case studies like Doc: The Rape of the Town of Lovell by Jack Olsen are most instructive about pathological personalities and how they camouflage themselves in our world today. I certainly recommend its reading.
 
I came across this character sketch today, "The Hypocrite" by Joseph Hall, originally published in 1608. It is a little hard to follow some of the obscure references and the 17th century style, but it seems like a good sketch of a character-disturbed individual or a psychopath. It was written over 200 years before the word "psychopath" entered the English language, so "Hypocrite" seems like a good substitute title. [The Oxford English Dictionary gives a date of 1885 for its earliest recorded usage of "psychopath" in English, or 1847 for "psychopathies".]


The hypocrite.

AN hypocrite is the worst kind of player, by so much as he acts the better part: which hath always two faces; ofttimes two hearts: that can compose his forehead to sadness and gravity, while he bids his heart be wanton and careless within; and in the mean time laughs within himself to think how smoothly he hath cozened the beholder: in whose silent face are written the characters of religion, which his tongue and gestures pronounce, but his hands recant: that hath a clean face and garment, with a foul soul: whose mouth belies his heart, and his fingers belie his mouth. Walking early up into the city he turns into the great church, and salutes one of the pillars on one knee; worshipping that God, which at home he cares not for: while his eye is fixed on some window, on some passenger; and his heart knows not whither his lips go: he rises, and, looking about with admiration, complains of our frozen charity; commends the ancient. At church he will ever sit where he may be seen best; and in the midst of the sermon pulls out his tables in haste, as if he feared to lose that note; when he writes, either his forgotten errand, or nothing: then he turns his Bible with a noise to seek an omitted quotation; and folds the leaf, as if he had found it; and asks aloud the name of the preacher, and repeats it; whom he publicly salutes, thanks, praises, invites, entertains with tedious good counsel, with good discourse, if it had come from an honester mouth. He can command tears when he speaks of his youth; indeed because it is past, not because it was sinful: himself is now better, but the times are worse. All other sins he reckons up with detestation, while he loves and bides his darling in his bosom. All his speech returns to himself, and every occurrent draws in a story to his own praise. When he should give, he looks about him, and says, 'Who sees me?' No alms, no prayers fall from him without a witness: belike, lest God should deny that he hath received them: and when he hath done, lest the world should not know it, his own mouth is his trumpet to proclaim it. With the superiority of his usury he builds an hospital, and harbours them whom his extortion hath spoiled: so, while he makes many beggars, he keeps some. He turneth all gnats into camels; and cares not to undo the world for a circumstance: flesh on a Friday is more abomination to him than his neighbour's bed: he abhors more, not to uncover at the name of Jesus, than to swear by the name of God. When a rhymer reads his poem to him, he begs a copy, and persuades the press. There is nothing that he dislikes in presence that in absence he censures not. He comes to the sick bed of his stepmother and weeps, when he secretly fears her recovery. He greets his friend in the street with so clear a countenance, so fast a closure, that the other thinks he reads his heart in his face; and shakes hands with an indefinite invitation of, 'When will you come?' and when his back is turned, joys that he is so well rid of a guest: yet if that guest visit him unfeared he counterfeits a smiling welcome; and excuses his cheer, when closely he frowns on his wife for too much. He shows well, and says well; and himself is the worst thing he hath. In brief, he is the stranger's saint; the neighbour's disease; the blot of goodness; a rotten stick in a dark night; a poppy in a cornfield; an ill tempered candle, with a great snuff, that in going out smells ill; an angel abroad, a devil at home; and worse when an angel than when a devil.

- http://www.luminarium.org/renascence-editions/hallch.htm
 
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