NAMING THE GAME

There is thus a problem with a name’s referentiality in the context of Saramago’s architectonic structure which relies on the invisible. Anonymity is held in play at the edge of the novel’s setting which constantly shifts positions from a background to a foreground. These shifts are mediated by the protagonist’s desire to encounter an unknown woman. However, the encounter is postponed and delayed by other encounters, and it only takes place potentially. At the level of discourse, in writing, this potential is actualized not in the narrative line but in the aphorism. Thus the names, which are employed subversively in Saramago in the sense that there aren't any explicitly given, function as signatures which authorize the writing that makes a writer, here in the form of the aphorism. The encounter, which the novel posits in absentia, has an indexical aphoristic value with two properties: first, the encounter refers to a catalogue of names which are put in motion by displacement (in the novel files get lost, misplaced, stolen), and second, the encounter is devoid of reference, ultimately being rendered as meaningless. I like Saramago's playing games with names as it makes us think that the names we get ourselves, while often materialized in official documents, are bound to remain constrained to chance, which is the chance that we might change them. The implication is that changing one's name is like playing with ice instead of fire. Instead of melting we have consolidation, and instead of potentiality (marked by chance) we have actualization (marked by choice). As he puts it "chance doesn’t choose, it proposes." (36). I understand Lichtenberg's aphorism in this context to mean that we are all writers the minute we are willing to change our names and lie about it. Pen that down, and live shortly ever after.
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This was not, however, the only identity problem to which I was fated at birth. Though I had come into the world on 16 November 1922, my official documents show that I was born two days later, on the 18th. It was thanks to this petty fraud that my family escaped from paying the fine for not having registered my birth at the proper legal time."
Saramago's Nobel speech