The story of Pinocchio, a wooden puppet who aspired to be a real boy, was originally intended as a cautionary tale by Italian author Carlo Collodi. Disney’s adaptation made him a lot more loveable but he still retained the narcissistic traits flagged up in the original version. Pinocchio refuses to adapt to the world much to the distress of his conscience, Jiminy Cricket, and in sharp contrast to his to his otherwise fervent desire to become real.
Pinnochio’s regressive tendencies are personified by Cat and Fox who encourage his truancy from school. They also encourage him to explore the dubious delights of ‘Pleasure Island’ with its promises of endless gratification. There he allies himself with Lampwick a devil may care persona figure bent on self indulgence…
“Right here, boys! Right here! Get your cake, pie, dill pickles, and ice cream! Eat all you can! Be a glutton! Stuff yourselves! It’s all free, boys! It’s all free! Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!”
Unfortunately it all goes rather badly for them and Pinocchio only narrowly escapes being turned into a donkey by leaping blindly into the sea where he is swallowed by Monstro the whale, a Noah-like descent into the unconscious.
The story has strong moral overtones but more importantly it seems to represent something more than the fate of naughty boys. It is rather a developmental stage through which we must all pass with connotations more persuasive than the injunction to be good and with implications of profound import for our current political climate.
The utter shambles unfolding in America, the sexual sleaze of Epstein’s Pleasure Island, the cover ups and distractions, all have a way of evoking moral outrage from the rest of the world which, unfortunately, render us hamstrung in any attempt to explain the meaning of such corruption. Indignation, righteous as it might be, has a way of arresting enquiry into how the Trump phenomenon managed to unfold in the first place or what it might be which motivates either his inner circle or his MAGA base. The descent into autocracy cannot be explained from the moral high ground and we are left with reasons which seem insufficient, such as the desire for personal enrichment or the entrenchment of jobs and position. Their fawning puppetry demands deeper analysis.
During Trump’s canvassing for his first term he held a town hall in Iowa which he began with the question, ‘how stupid are the people of Iowa?’ This insult to the audience of proud Iowans was received with thunderous applause. Narcissistic co-dependence is typified by this kind of enabling. One of the most insidious reasons for this is the fervent conviction held by the abused that appeasement is the precursor to redemption. If only I try harder, wait long enough, humour sufficiently, demonstrate endless patience, the other will change and grow. Such beliefs are no less pathological than the abusive behaviour of the narcissist themselves. Both are deeply rooted in magical thinking.
When Pinnochio lies his nose grows. He’s genuinely surprised about this because he is not yet a real boy who can tell fact from fiction. He is still at a developmental stage which cannot distinguish fantasy from reality or recognise the sovereign status of others. This is no mere lack of empathy but determined resistance to the kind of conscience which, unfortunately, attends the very maturity and becoming-real he otherwise desires. Jiminy Cricket spends most of the story getting battered and bruised.
When Trump is trolled as Diaper Donny, the implications of such mockery have yet to be elucidated. If he were to be given a polygraph test during one of his forays from the truth he would pass with flying colours. He doesn’t lie, he just can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality. He’s still at the developmental stage where if he says it then it’s so, which is the original meaning of ‘abracadabra’, from the Aramaic, ‘I create as I speak.’ The threshold of wishing-not-making-it-so has yet to be crossed. He’s not immoral but pre-moral. The lies are not ‘post truth’. They are pre-truth.
The problem with becoming a real boy is that it’s attended by both conscience and consequence, by the deflating limitation of the rule of law, by grief laden loss of entitlement and specialness. He and his sycophants fight as hard as they do because a great deal more than position and power are at stake. They might also lose preferred identity. The choice is not a happy one, the belly of the whale or the prospect of being turned into a donkey.
Pinocchio’s redemption is to be able to connect to someone/something greater than his isolated and encapsulated self. In the belly of the whale he discovers Geppetto, his creator, whom he saves and in the process ‘dies’ to his old self by being brave and unselfish. The transformation of narcissism tends to be this dramatic, involving a death and rebirth motif presided over by some kind of spiritual insight/illumination.
This is made difficult for us all if those in our orbit have a vested interest in promoting the grandiosity of narcissism’s false self. From this point of view the problem is not the narcissist themselves but their enablers. And why, you might ask, does anyone support the strutting of the wooden despot? Because it relieves everyone else of the burden for their own growth. The narcissist is both the saviour and the problem child all rolled into one, someone upon whom both our potential and the shadow can be projected which means we need not take responsibility for either.
The easy life, the American Dream, entails having someone at the helm who is a mix of god and devil. When the world dances in the streets at Trump’s passing, which is not too far away, they will already have forgotten how much he has been necessary to our collective equanimity. The same senate who murdered Julius Caesar for wanting to be an Emperor happily ratified Octavian to that same position only a few years later.
