What is love? Alain de Botton has a shot at explaining

Few subjects intrigue and inspire people more than love, and yet it remains a baffling, misunderstood emotion.

We carefully reserve saying “I love you” but even this, often monumental, decision hides more complex thoughts and feelings that can be painful to admit.

Quite often what we are really saying, philosopher Alain de Botton says, is “I need you”, “you make me feel safe” or “wanted”.

Saying those three words is the simplest way we’ve found to admit our own essential vulnerability.

The English philosopher is travelling around Australia, dispensing his brand of relationship advice on the back of his latest book The Course Of Love.

A spookily accurate analysis of a relationship, the story about a couple falling for each other and navigating their way through marriage, children and ageing, delves into what motivates feelings.

When I catch-up with de Botton, he’s bouncing about on the balls of his feet and, despite being halfway through a dozen interviews, is clear-eyed and energised, keen for conversation.

With books on subjects as diverse as religion for atheists, status anxiety and the therapeutic benefit of art, plus his School Of Life where he gives relationship advice to couples and families, the 46-year-old has become a dab hand at analysing modern existence.

“I think there is a great hope that love can somehow solve some of the incompleteness of other areas of our lives and that’s a beautiful idea but it’s also quite a dangerous idea,” he says. “There is only so much that your partner can ever solve.

“It’s a hangover from a childhood belief that the parent can make it all OK.

“The first people that we love are these incredible, impressive, capable people … and I think there is this idea that our lovers, who are competent in many areas, are going to be able to make it all OK.”

He adds: “Of course at some point you realise they can’t and one choice is to throw them overboard and the other is to accept that with lots of areas of life they can put an arm around us.

“But they can’t spare us the ultimate fate that we’re headed towards, which is death, decline and failure at a cosmic level, and it’s tremendously hard.”

De Botton says that in the past people turned to God for the same sense of protection and love, but society had increasingly placed this expectation on intimacy in a relationship.

“God was always patient, could always understand, could always forgive,” he opines.

“We take those hopes to love with a human and it’s much trickier there.

“Society only gives us one model: the couple. And it really censors anyone who can’t make that work.”

It has been 12 years since I last sat down with de Botton and he appears to have aged very little.

The setting is different, not his grey-toned, impeccably ordered London home, but a plush hotel in downtown Sydney. The harbour, like a souvenir tea towel, is laid out before us with all its kitsch adornments.

He bemoans Brexit, “they’ve lost their minds”, before coming back to the topic.

“To love is to extend understanding to another person and in the face of a considerable number of obstacles, including the other person’s obtuseness, bad moods, peculiar behaviour and depression,” he says.

“It is a mutual process. People say love is communication, communication only matters because what you’re trying to do is understand.

“I think emotions will probably destroy you if you don’t analyse them.

“They are powerful things. Applying reason is good.”

For the next 20 minutes de Botton raps out punchy but thoughtful answers on how couples miscommunicate and end up resenting each other, their inability to express dissatisfaction and the danger of falling into caustic, destructive behaviour.

“Our own insignificance is one of the hardest things to have to accept,” he says.

“Children and adolescents are kept going by a very basic sense of their own importance and what happens in middle age is you really realise ‘I am a temporary grain of sand’.

“Love, I think, in that sense, is a slight illusion. But we need illusions to keep going.”

Feeling a sense of “connection”, he maintains, is key, and can be channelled through things such as work or the love of your children, rather than a romantic relationship.

“The most exciting moments are when someone goes ‘I get that, I understand that, I see you and I can relate’, and then suddenly the world seems less lonely and isolated.”

And so we ascribe love more importance than life, and tell ourselves it is vaster than death.

It is our defiant riposte to the universe — an alliance of like-minds indifferent to the unknown.

(Originally published in The Daily Telegraph)

Why I can’t wait to see Oscar Pistorius run again

I’m looking forward to the day Oscar Pistorius gets out of jail. I’m hoping he will continue his career as a runner.

I genuinely hope he’s out in time to contemplate a return to the track.

Because if he does I can’t wait, I literally cannot wait, to hear the jeers.

Forget the fact no reputable athletics organisation will ever let him compete for them. In Oscar’s mind the bans won’t last. In Oscar’s mind he will think he can be a hero again.

I want to watch him stand in the midst of a stadium with the boos ringing around his ears, and for him to feel the revulsion and hate of the crowd he thrived on.
 That, I believe, will be the only punishment that gets through to Oscar Pistorius.

I’m not saying he shouldn’t be serving 15, or 20, or 25 years in jail.

But watching his reaction to the verdict on Wednesday, in which Judge Masipa dished out a paltry six year term, it was clear he was unperturbed, even perhaps relieved.

There was no wavering of that conceited demeanour.

Oscar still sees himself as the victim – not the woman he killed, his girlfriend, the person he was meant to protect.

Judge Masipa said he was “genuinely remorseful” (She should have gone to Specsavers) and dismissed it as not an incident of domestic violence.

Anyone with an ounce of sense in them intuitively understands that is exactly what happened to Reeva Steenkamp when she was gunned down cowering behind a toilet door.

I can’t help but see comparisons with OJ Simpson.
How pleased he was when he beat the charges that he’d murdered his ex-wife Nicole and her friend Ronald Goldman.
Again, there was that similar air of delusion that he could get away with it, and had.
How many violent men have told their partners they can get away with violence, even murder, because everyone ‘knows’ they are a good bloke?
Oscar may well have said the same to Reeva as he came after her in a blind rage. You can see it in his face. The arrogance, the self pity.
Again I was reminded of another killer – British murderer Ian Huntley, who having murdered two little girls and burnt their bodies, was defined by his simpering self-pity.
He too somehow felt victimised, he was the unlucky one – caught out. He craved sympathy.
Oscar does the same.
He’s a narcissistic personality disorder looking for a tragedy to instigate.
Oscar would have told himself, while unloading a clip through that door, everyone would treat him as the grieving boyfriend. That he would have their sympathy, their love. Deluded.
OJ Simpson found even though he’d won his trial he was shunned by many people and his career in sports commentary and acting was finished. It gradually, slowly, dawned that there was an impact on him, that despite what the law said people weren’t fooled by his act. The first doubts began to creep into that almighty ego. He eventually drifted into crime and ended up where he belonged – in prison with plenty of years to reflect.
When Oscar Pistorius gets out of jail – way too early. When he walks down a public street a free man once more. And if he ever attempts to continue that career on the track, I hope to God the realisation he has pulled the wool over no one’s eyes, and that adulation has been replaced with detestation, hits him like a sledgehammer.
(Originally published on RendezView)