This post will be even more tentative than most. I am not very certain of how to distinguish fame from status. Probably I should just accept that they overlap in various ways, even as I resist the idea that they are synonymous.
In any case, let me try to articulate my basic intuitions about what differentiates them while also attending to what they share. I do want to stick to the notion that status is restricted to circumscribed groups while fame aims for the regard of more heterogeneous and less well-formed multitudes.
The quest for status is a quest a) for inclusion into a certain group and b) subsequently, for respect within that group. First one needs to have been granted entry, to become a member. Then one can strive for a “high place” in the group’s own hierarchy. With status, social power comes in two forms: a) the power to confer membership on those desiring it, and b) the power that comes with being deemed a particularly esteemed member of the group.
It’s easiest to see how this works with professional cadres. All professions control their own credentialing procedures, the rites and hurdles that must be endured to be granted membership. Once within the profession, relative standing is supposed to accrue to the most accomplished, the most competent. But other factors—such as networked relations, where one received one’s credentials, sheer economic resources etc.—can also influence standing. Such non-accomplishment based “boosts” to status will often be decried as illegitimate, even corrupt, once the notion of meritocracy has taken hold.
Of course, tying status to merit is a new idea historically, dating back to 1750 at the earliest. Austen’s partial, but fairly fervent, endorsement of meritocracy is evident in her novels, which in many ways trace the transition from other sources of status to claims based on merit. Once “careers are open to talent” the army and the church will no longer only be open to “gentlemen,” to those who can buy their commissions or convince the local squire to appoint one as the pastor in a parish within his (the squire’s) “gift.” The transition to meritocracy was long and arduous—and a pure meritocracy never achieved.
The opponents of meritocracy have two major complaints against it. The first is the Tory Radical distaste for the competition of all against all that “careers open to talent” initiates. It’s a mad scramble for economic and status once determinants like family origins, whom one knows, and other non-economic and non-accomplishment markers of distinction are cast aside. This is the traditionalist, conservative case against capitalism—and against democracy. We get a good taste of it in Tocqueville’s reaction to America. He is aghast at the way that economic success becomes just about the only measure of a person’s worth once traditional ranks are abolished in favor a general “equality.” And is equally aghast at the chaos of the generalized competition that ensues once everyone is told they can aspire to anything. No bars to advancement beyond what the individual can procure for himself (or herself). (I must note that Tocqueville struggles hard to master his antipathy to democratic equality because he is convinced it is the future. Thus we must learn some way to live with it.) A suspicion of what one has solely earned for oneself is Lady Catherine’s objection to Elizabeth. How dare she presume herself fully worthy of Darcy simply on the basis of her beauty and wit. Austen allows Elizabeth’s personal qualifications to carry all before them. The legitimacy of any social impediment to her match with Darcy is fiercely denied. We might call this a rejection of the relevance of any “preexisting conditions.”
The second objection to meritocracy is that it threatens to obliterate “honor” or “character.” This, of course, is where Austen (to some extent) plays both sides of the fence. Elizabeth deserves her reward precisely because she is honorable. She rejects the enormous economic prize that would follow from marrying Darcy because her integrity demands that she marry someone she loves and respects. Her refusal of his first proposal proves her character. What appalled Tocqueville, contrastingly, was the shamelessness, the ignorance of and contempt for any form of “honor,” that characterized the (to him, mad) scramble for economic success. Where such success is the only goal and the only marker of social standing, people will stoop to anything. All notions of personal integrity as absolutely essential to one’s own self-regard as well as to the regard of others will disappear. And when we consider the shamelessness of many people of wealth and of many politicians—and of those less successful who ape them—Tocqueville would seem to have a point. Where success is the only goal, moral considerations are merely an annoyance to be brushed aside whenever and wherever one can get away with it. To bring up such peccadilloes is to be a killjoy, or a sententious bore (like sister Mary in Pride and Prejudice). There is nothing quite so old-fashioned as hammering on about integrity or character or how someone should be ashamed of themselves. Such objections will be easily dismissed as envy, at the scold’s inability to play the game.
It seems to me a fair historical generalization (again in relation to England, France, and the US, the only societies I am in any position to opine about) that “fame” was the prevalent concept used to discuss such matters before 1750 while “status” (although the term itself is not often invoked until the sociologists emerge in the very late nineteenth century) more accurately describes the situation after 1750. In other words, once some ideology of “equality” (however, imperfect and non-inclusive since women and non-whites were decidedly not “equal”) emerges, the general competition for eminence that Tocqueville observed is on. That’s what generates the “social” novels of the 19th century (of which Proust’s novel is the great culmination) in which “social climbing” is the master passion of so many characters. Rastignac in Balzac’s Pere Goriot is not seeking fame; he is seeking status, which means acceptance into a Paris that is closed to him as young man newly arrived from the provinces. Goriot’s master passion is parental love, which motivates his sacrificing contact with his daughters because they believe they must disavow him to maintain their newly won—and very precarious—toehold in the social circles they wish to be members of. Swann, by way of contrast, already has membership in the most exclusive circles—and his presence there (as a Jew and a commoner) attests to the fact such circles can be penetrated by outsiders and to the qualities of his character since only its agreeableness (what Austen calls “amiability”—literally lovable) could assure him the access and esteem he enjoys.
Swann shows that, in the informal world of “the social,” as contrasted to the more structured world of “the economic” (where money provides an “objective” marker of success), character can still count. In other words, the social in the 19th century tries to hold out against the complete triumph of the economic. Tocqueville is saying, among other things, that the social is much weaker in America than in France. There is not the prejudice against trade, against the vulgarities of “conspicuous consumption,” against the sharp tricks of commerce in America that there is in France. Yes, as Edith Wharton shows, there are some pockets of resistance in “old New York” and perhaps in Brahman Boston, but both are reckoned anomalies and doomed to extinction. Of course, Proust is also an elegist; he knows that the world he describes is not long for this world.
Meritocracy, as measured by economic success, will sweep all before it. That is actually too monolithic a view. Sub-groups will continue to form, with different criteria of entry. And as I noted in the previous posts, those sub-groups in contemporary America are generally distinguished along lines of taste. Thus, a huge divide between the rich who go in for the competition over who has the biggest, most luxurious, yachts and the rich who scorn such displays. Or, much further down the economic scale, between those devoted to footballs and NASCAR and those who go to the opera and theater. To the bemusement of leftists everywhere, contemporary politics in the US and Britain certainly, a bit less so in France, follows the lines of these taste divides, not class divides (where class is a technical term designating whether one earns one’s living primarily from the ownership of capital or primarily as income for labor preformed.) That members of taste cultures that are deemed less prestigious are “looked down upon” by their presumptuous betters motivates voters more than any economic hurt they receive from those who possess economic power (as employers or as the providers of necessities). In America, this divide is particularly aggravated by the feeling among less prestigious sub-groups that they are constantly being accused of being “racist,” a charge they vehemently deny and deeply, deeply resent. The cultural elite are thus perceived as those sanctimonious scolds who moralize as just another way (along with their scorn for NASCAR and Burger King) to assert their (unjustified) belief in their superiority. When taste is moralized—or to say it another way, when meritocracy extends to taste (i.e. some tastes are more meritorious than others, and tastes themselves become forms of merit)—social and political toxicity/animosity appears to reign almost free of any check.
All of which is to say that the desire to be esteemed by one’s peers is pretty basic. And that desire encompasses the complexity of determining whom one’s peers are even as scorn is often directed at those who are not deemed my peers—and who, even worse, might be trying to pretend to be or to thrust themselves upon me as my peers. That’s what snobbery is: I scorn the temerity with which you claim the right to associate with me as an equal. You are beneath my notice. And snobbery, in contemporary America, rankles with an intensity hard to overestimate.
Fame is a bit different it seems to me. Crucially, fame like status can only be conferred on someone by others. All discussions of fame are troubled by this fact: that it is fickle and that it rests on nothing other than being noticed and known by others. There seems nothing substantial about it—and moralists from the pre-Socratic philosophers to the present day warn us that it is a cheat. To pursue it is madness—and to believe one’s press notices (as the saying goes) true insanity. Still, the moralists have no effect on the minority who crave fame. (How big is that minority? Who knows? But a desire for fame is among the prime motivators of human agents.)
Commentators prior to 1750 had more good to say of fame than ones after that date. Despite warnings about its possible deceptions, the desire for fame has a nobility about it which various writers commend. It is the spur to ambition, it raises the level of one’s game. (Is it fair to say that competition is now seen to play that role: as the pathway to upping one’s game? Of course, competition for fame can be one form competition takes. In any case, encomiums to the benefits of competition are rare before 1750.) Just as Austen delineates the positives that come from a “justified” pride in Pride and Prejudice even while denouncing the ill effects of pride and the bad behavior of the prideful, so writers like Shakespeare, Milton, and Edmund Burke offer qualified praise for the desire for fame.
To anchor that praise, of course, one has to try to give fame some substance. It can’t just be gaining the attention of the fickle crowd. It must be based on real accomplishment. And here, I think, is where the difference between fame and status resides. It’s a matter of scale. Status is confined to one’s contemporaries and to confined groups identified as one’s peers. Hence the idea of a “succès d’estime, or of a “poet’s poet.” Esteem is not fame. Fame is more general; it is being known beyond the circle of those devoted to your kind of accomplishment. The sports blogger Joe Posnanski is currently trying to rank the 50 most famous baseball plays of the last fifty years. His criteria is that these players must be known through their accomplishments on the field, but (crucially) are known to even the most casual fan and even to those who do not follow baseball at all. Thus he is clear that he is not identifying the 50 “best” players of the stated time frame, but the 50 “most famous.” To take an earlier example (i.e. prior to 1973) Mickey Mantle was certainly more famous in the 1950s than Henry Aaron or Stan Musial, but it is debatable that he was a better player. So it was possible that Mantle was less esteemed by his fellow players than Musial even though he was more famous.
Similar effects are often seen in cultural matters. Mailer is more famous than Roth, but I think it fair to say Roth is more esteemed among the cultural cognoscenti. Of course, such distinctions provide fodder for snobbery. Those “in the know” can scorn someone who declares Mailer a better writer than Roth.
Still, especially for the pre-1750 writers, fame’s larger scale recommends it. The seeker of fame is daring to play in the largest game. Milton aspires to be one of the immortals, remembered for all time as Homer, Dante, and Shakespeare are. Hence the nobility of the quest for fame: it is to risk all, it is to aspire to be among the greats, and, thus, to hold oneself to the standard set by the greats. Such ambition is certainly presumptuous, but only such presumption yields the highest results.
A poet friend of mine once remarked that he wrote for posterity; his great desire was that his poetry would “last,” that it would still be read after his death. The remark made me consider my own ambitions—which upon reflection I had to realize were of a much different cast. I wanted to be read in my own time, to garner responses from my peers (readers of similar interests) and, in my wildest dreams, of a wider readership. I would have loved to write a best-seller. If I wanted to be “known,” it was by my contemporaries. I have no interest in, no desire for, readers after my death.
Partly that lack of desire is that I won’t be around to enjoy the attention of others once I am dead. I can’t have a desire for something I will not experience. But the lack of desire is also diffidence, an inability to take my chances in a larger game. My poet friend is playing for higher stakes than I am—and that very fact surely shapes how he goes about his work in contrast to how I go about mine. His ambitions do appear more noble than mine—even if negative words like “grandiose” and “presumptuous” could also be used to describe his aims.
To end by returning to economy. The competition for fame differs from the competition for status, then, mostly as a matter of scale. The seeker of fame wants, to be very extreme about it, to be “known” by everyone, even by people who will be alive after he is dead. The downside of fame (as all the moralists point out) is that is can be empty. To be famous is not necessarily to be esteemed, while it is certainly true that the more people “know” who you are, the fewer of those among that number are actually in a position to “esteem” you, to judge with any degree of accuracy the quality of the achievements that made you known. And fame is notoriously self-referential. Your achievements, after all, may have various effects in the world; they accomplish something. But fame accomplishes nothing. It is just a garnish on top of your actual deeds. And this garnish is something you can strive to bring about, but which you cannot command. It is offered entirely on the whim of others, manufactured by the various engines of publicity that a given society possesses.
To be concrete: I can work at and make myself an adept at hitting a baseball. I can make that happen as a consequence of my actions. Success in that endeavor is much more under my control than making myself famous, which is more a by-product of my accomplishments than a product. Of course, I can do various things in the way of self-publicity to achieve fame, but such work is often deemed vulgar. Which returns us to the issue of shamelessness. Shameless self-promotion is often scorned—but can still be fairly successful for all that. As Tocqueville saw with a shiver, shamelessness pays. Which is why the economy of fame is always viewed with some suspicion.