Much contemporary theory suggests that, unlike works of biography or
autobiography, human life itself is fundamentally comprised of disconnected
moments and is thus devoid of literary form. People may seek to bind these
moments together as narratives in the course of their efforts at
self-understanding; but these narratives, it is often held, are little more than
fictions or myths, impositions of form and order upon the flux of experience.
In Tolstoy's Death of Ivan Ilych, we find a powerful
refutation of this view. For
what we see in Tolstoy's story are the grave consequences of a life lived
moment to moment, without any sense of the whole. Only in the face of death
could Ivan Ilych gain the requisite distance to behold the true meaning of his
dismal life and only upon beholding this meaning could he see the contours of
the life well-lived, that is, the life possessed of narrative integrity.
By exploring the
relationship between death, narrative integrity, and the radical challenge of
self-understanding via the story of Ivan Ilych, the present essay seeks
ultimately to identify ways in which the study of ageing might contribute to
our identifying the good and virtuous life.