I recently finished reading a copy of A Clockwork Orange, the masterful yet controversial novel by Anthony Burgess. Brilliant? Yes. Unsettling? Highly.
When Alex is captured for his crimes, he is chosen to undergo the Ludovico Technique, a treatment meant to modify behavior. Alex is forced to watch extremely graphic and violent films while being injected with a nausea-inducing drug, so that he eventually associates violence with a feeling of sickness. Alex is a firm believer that free will should never be compromised, and when the Ludovico Technique renders him unable to choose violence, Burgess asserts that Alex becomes a mere “clockwork orange,” or something that is seemingly human yet mechanically controlled by a greater State. As an unintended consequence of the procedure, Alex loses his ability to enjoy listening to classical music. In addition to the Technique taking away freedom of choice—a fundamental human trait—it has also stripped Alex of his love of music.
“The question is whether such a technique can really make a man good. Goodness is something chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man.”
While I was quite appalled by the more explicit and gruesome elements of the book, I was equally disturbed by the role of music in inciting torture. How can something that represents the purest form of humanity be used as a weapon? Classical music is an escape; Beethoven, in particular, uplifts and inspires.
“But it’s not fair on the music. It’s not fair I should feel ill when I’m slooshying to lovely Ludwig van and G.F. Handel and others. […] I shall never forgive you, sods.”
It becomes clear early on that our central character Alex is a fervent admirer of Beethoven (whom he affectionately calls Ludwig van). He particularly enjoys listening to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, which can be interpreted as alluding to themes such as universal brotherhood and freedom of expression, according to The Atlantic. This would be fitting for Alex, seeing that he bands together with his brotherly “droogs” in wreaking havoc everywhere.
Yes, listening to Beethoven incited in Alex an insatiable desire to destroy, but it also made our protagonist human. Depriving him of his joy of music was saddening to me, and though I don’t fully sympathize with Alex (unlike many critics), I felt incredibly sorry and disgusted with the fact that the mere sound of music blasting through the walls drove him to near-suicide. In the end, the Ludovico Technique rendered him more inhumane than before by taking away both his moral choice and musicality.
“And then there I was, me who had loved music so much, crawling off the bed and going oh oh oh to myself, and then bang bang banging on the wall creeching: ‘Stop, stop it, turn it off!’
“I was like wandering all over the flat in pain and sickness, trying to shut out the music and like groaning deep out of my guts, and then on top of the pile of books and papers and all that cal that was on the table in the living-room I viddied what I had to do. . .and that was to do myself in, to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked and cruel world.”