A Literary Prescription for
For being in the room, and not quite in the room.
This is not the same as loneliness, and confusing the two is why people try the wrong remedies. You can be disconnected in a full house, at a job you are good at, in a marriage nobody would call unhappy. It is the sense of watching your own life from slightly outside it: conversations that stay on the surface however long they run, days that pass without anything in them reaching you, a phone full of contacts and nobody you would ring at midnight. Sometimes it is disconnection from other people, sometimes from your own body and what you actually feel, and often it is both at once. These books, poems and quotes are for that particular distance — how it forms, why more company on its own rarely closes it, and what the slow work of getting back within reach of your own life actually involves.
“We expect more from technology and less from each other.”Sherry Turkle Alone Together, 2011
Books
Some of these explain how we ended up living at arm’s length from each other and from ourselves. The rest are novels, which are better at the feeling than any explanation is: characters going through the motions of a life that is not quite reaching them, described so precisely that you recognise yourself and feel, briefly, less strange.
Hari’s argument is that a good deal of what we treat as individual malfunction is actually disconnection: from meaningful work, from other people, from the natural world, from a future you can picture. He is a journalist rather than a clinician and the research has been argued over, so read it as a case being made rather than a settled account. What it does well, and what makes it worth the time, is take the feeling seriously instead of locating the whole problem inside your head.
Martha is forty, her marriage has just ended, and something has been wrong since she was seventeen that nobody has named. Mason is very funny, which is what makes the book bearable, and she is extraordinarily good on the specific loneliness of loving people properly and still being unable to let them near. If you have ever found yourself performing a version of yourself at your own dinner table, Martha will be uncomfortably familiar.
Maté’s central claim is that many of us learnt early to put authenticity aside in order to keep our attachments, and then went on doing it long after it stopped being necessary. That is disconnection at its root: not from other people first, but from what you actually feel and want. It is a long book and he is not shy about his opinions, but the chapters on the cost of being agreeable are worth the whole thing.
One June day in London, a woman buys flowers and gives a party. Woolf keeps slipping inside people’s heads and out again, and what you notice is how much of each person never reaches anybody else: Clarissa surrounded by guests and thinking about a girl she kissed thirty years ago; Septimus, back from the war, unable to make anyone hear him. A hundred years old and still the sharpest thing written about being visible and unreached at the same time.
Written by a former US Surgeon General who kept meeting the same thing behind everything else he was asked to treat. The useful distinction he draws is between the different kinds of connection a person needs — the intimate, the relational, the collective — because you can have plenty of one and none of another and not understand why you still feel adrift. Practical, unhurried, and less depressing than the subject suggests.
A man lives alone in an endless house of statues and tides, keeping careful notes, entirely at peace, and gradually the reader works out what he does not: that he has been cut off from his own history. It is short, strange and unexpectedly tender. Clarke wrote it during years of illness that kept her largely housebound, and it reads like a book by someone who has thought hard about what a self is when the usual connections are gone.
The practical one. Newport’s point is that the small constant contact our phones provide is not a weak version of real connection, it is a different thing altogether, and it quietly crowds out the sort that actually feeds you. He suggests a thirty-day clear-out and then a deliberate rebuild. Not everyone wants a programme, but if the distance you feel has a screen-shaped hole in the middle of it, this is the most useful book here.
Candace keeps going into a Manhattan office long after a fever has emptied the city, because she cannot think what else to do. Ma’s joke is that the infected keep performing the routines of their old lives, and it is not always obvious who is infected. Bleakly funny, and very good on the way a life can look entirely functional from outside while nothing in it is actually landing.
Poems about disconnection
It is tempting to think this is a modern condition, invented by open-plan offices and glowing rectangles. These three poems, written between 1852 and 1922, suggest otherwise. The technology changed. The particular ache of being shut off from what you want to reach did not.
“To Marguerite: Continued” (opening stanza)
Matthew Arnold, 1852
Arnold’s image has never been bettered: each of us an island, aware of the water between us mostly when the tide comes in and reminds us where we end. He wrote it after a brief attachment in Switzerland that came to nothing. It is not a comforting poem exactly, but there is a real relief in seeing the feeling stated so plainly by someone who was not going to offer you a solution.
“I Sit and Sew” (opening stanza)
Alice Dunbar-Nelson, 1918
Dunbar-Nelson, a Black woman writer and activist, wrote this while the First World War went on somewhere she was not permitted to be useful. It is a poem about being kept at a distance from your own life by other people’s decisions about what you are for. The refrain does the work: whatever she feels, she must sit and sew. Anyone who has spent years being capable in a role several sizes too small will know the sound of it.
“The Heart of a Woman”
Georgia Douglas Johnson, 1918
Johnson held Saturday evenings at her house in Washington for writers who had nowhere else to gather, and wrote this about the gap between the life a person reaches for and the one they come back to at the end of the day. The word that does the damage is “sheltering”: the bars are also protection, which is precisely why they are so hard to leave.
Quotes & Prose
Short lines for the days when the distance is loud and you cannot say why.
Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.
E.M. Forster
We are already one. But we imagine that we are not. And what we have to recover is our original unity.
Thomas Merton
Connection is why we’re here; it is what gives purpose and meaning to our lives.
Brené Brown
Loneliness is not the physical absence of other people. It is the sense that you’re not sharing anything that matters with anyone else.
Johann Hari
You can be in a room full of people and still be waiting for somebody to ask you a real question. That is not a fault in you. It is what happens when everybody has learnt to be careful.
Georgia Clare
From Georgia
Reconnection tends to start with yourself rather than with other people, which is inconvenient but generally how it goes.
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If the distance is mostly from other people, start with Together by Vivek H. Murthy, which separates out the different kinds of connection a person needs and explains why you can have plenty of one and still feel adrift. If it is mostly from yourself, start with The Myth of Normal by Gabor Maté instead. And if you would rather not be explained to at all today, read Mrs Dalloway.
Loneliness is wanting company you do not have. Disconnection is having the company and still not being reached: the full house, the long conversation that stays on the surface, the marriage nobody would call unhappy. They overlap, but they need different things. Loneliness wants more people. Disconnection usually wants fewer and closer.
Lines worth keeping include “We are already one. But we imagine that we are not. And what we have to recover is our original unity” (Thomas Merton), “Connection is why we’re here; it is what gives purpose and meaning to our lives” (Brené Brown) and Forster’s “only connect” from Howards End. You will find these and others in the quotes section above.
Not on its own, no. But disconnection has a way of convincing you that the fault is yours and yours only, and that particular lie does not survive contact with Woolf or Meg Mason or Matthew Arnold writing the same thing in 1852. Recognising yourself in somebody else’s sentence is a small connection in itself, and it is often the one that makes the next one possible.