To my unending embarrassment I disintegrated innocently yesterday afternoon into a pit of swirling snakes, many of which upon reflection I fear were of my own making. Maintaining the preferred balance and barque of life upon an even and steady course is not always assured to be sustainable. Life’s inadvertent liabilities can sting in spite of the frequent and moderately assuaging remark that we have our unanticipated ups and downs. Nor can I exact the precise reasons I seem so effectively to have disrupted my domestic serenity. It was after all a state of confusion notwithstanding its inadequacy!
Last night I slept peacefully. But the instant I awoke around seven o’clock this morning I reactivated yesterday’s trifling anxiety. I was however rewarded for my lingering hesitation – after having fulfilled the customary ablutions and breakfast – upon receipt of successive telephone calls from the Cadillac dealer principal and his salesperson. It stimulates me to know that conversation remains viable; in short, we proved ourselves capable of working together successfully.
I have no doubt, dear Reader, that you are acquainted with that wistful dialogue that liberates us from tension. How can there be any resolution greater than cooperation and accommodation? If it were otherwise I see only bloodymindedness and bullying, characteristic of defeat not triumph.
What, you may ask, is the thrust for this inductive leap? It is simply this: conviviality is all that matters. And it must work both ways. Lapsing into the customary vernacular of debate and contradiction is merely an exercise in logic not cheerfulness. Granted the strategies of affirming an opinion are laudable when dissected from one perspective only. But increasingly the motivating nature of both national and international communication is understanding and humanity. I see no reason to limit those sinews of ingredients in any correspondence, whether abstract on high-level talks or epitomized on personal condensation.
In any event “apple pie order” has been restored.
“It was a neat little mansion, and every thing about it seemed, as Nancy said, in such grand apple-pie order, that it gave Rosella a strong idea of that extreme attention to cleanliness and form, which usually excludes ease and rest.”
Rosella, or Modern Occurrences, 1799, by Mary Charlto
My own view of apple-pie order is that it values precision and exactness, though not at the expense of utility. The person drawn to it is motivated by duty as much as preference: duty to do things properly, discrimination to discard the superfluous. It is a disposition naturally congenial to those who prize reason, consistency, and method.
Yet apple-pie order is seldom advertised by its adherents. It carries a faint odour of fussiness and invites easy ridicule. Nevertheless, for those inclined toward it, the impulse is neither affectation nor vanity. It is simply part of their intellectual furniture. The attraction lies not in controlling the world—which is plainly impossible—but in bringing some measure of coherence to the small corner of existence over which one exercises stewardship.
Over time, apple-pie order becomes a process of distillation. Habits are examined, excess discarded, procedures refined. The result is often a life that appears simpler from the outside while becoming increasingly structured beneath the surface. Such orderliness can occasionally lapse into rigidity, but its purpose is not perfection for its own sake. Rather, it is an attempt to impose intelligibility upon the confusion that naturally accompanies human affairs.
In practical terms, the consequences are usually modest. They may consist of nothing more dramatic than satisfaction at a neatly arranged desk, a well-kept garden, an orderly ledger, or the sight of clean furrows running across a country field. These small assurances do not halt the passage of time, nor do they confer mastery over circumstance. Life continues to flow as unpredictably as ever.
Yet there is comfort in the attempt. Apple-pie order may be something of a fiction, much like the belief that one’s affairs are ever fully under control. But it clears the view. It removes distractions. And for the person seated at the desk, surveying the world through that carefully arranged foreground, it permits engagement with life in a spirit of reassuring clarity.
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If asked whether it were possible or desirable to put anything in perfect order – assuming the question were taken at all seriously – the inquiry would commonly elicit a hearty guffaw or a dismissive wave of the hand! The meticulous pursuit of orderliness, though for some of the herd a solemn and sempiternal agitation, inspires philosophical condescension from pragmatists who regard the contemplation of rigid absolutes with their nose well in the air. The ideal of perfection may besides trigger disapproval from the groundlings who caste it as superlative and showy, even an insufferable expression of elitism.
“Apple-pie order” – the condition of perfect neatness, order and propriety – is an idiom which may be an English corruption of the French “nappes pliées” (neatly folded linen) or perhaps “cap-à-pied” (head to foot) though there is to my knowledge no verifiable evidence of either. The expression awakens the features of complete regularity, orderliness and precision, qualities which though desirable are often aligned with obsessiveness or some quirky degree of assiduity. It was apparently first recorded in English in Sir Thomas Pasley’s “Private Sea Journals” (1780): “Their Persons Clean and in apple-Pie order on Sundays.“
My first memorable encounter with the turn of phrase was in Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness“:
“I shook hands with this miracle, and I learned he was the Company’s chief accountant, and that all the bookkeeping was done at this station. He had come out for a moment, he said, `to get a breath of fresh air.’ The expression sounded wonderfully odd, with its suggestion of sedentary desk-life. I wouldn’t have mentioned the fellow to you at all, only it was from his lips that I first heard the name of the man who is so indissolubly connected with the memories of that time. Moreover, I respected the fellow. Yes; I respected his collars, his vast cuffs, his brushed hair. His appearance was certainly that of a hairdresser’s dummy; but in the great demoralization of the land he kept up his appearance. That’s backbone. His starched collars and got-up shirt-fronts were achievements of character. He had been out nearly three years; and, later on, I could not help asking him how he managed to sport such linen. He had just the faintest blush, and said modestly, `I’ve been teaching one of the native women about the station. It was difficult. She had a distaste for the work.’ This man had verily accomplished something. And he was devoted to his books, which were in apple-pie order.”
Apple-pie order, if not a exactly an absorption of choice, is for those afflicted by its delirium an unabating drive. By contrast there are those who – even if they accept the actuality of the mania – scorn what they perceive to be pointless and finicky. They consider themselves unpretentious and not bound to punctilious order while characterizing the others as restrained by demeaning slavery to picayune detail. There some within the same sphere who elevate disorder (with its winning imperfections and inconsistencies) from the cerebral to the visceral:
Delight in Disorder
by Robert Herrick
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness;
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribands to flow confusedly;
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility:
Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part.
My personal take on apple-pie order is that it is a scheme which primarily values precision and exactness, not at the price of functionality nor as a sacrifice to convenience (though admittedly too much judgement and refinement may spoil that which at first is a delicate thing). The person who embraces the rigour of apple-pie order is compelled by duty and discrimination; duty to do things well; discrimination to discard the extraneous. It is a predisposition suited to anyone who values ratiocination and uniformity.
In spite of its cogency apple-pie order is not a predilection which most adherents are anxious to proclaim. It has more than a trace of the effete and thus promotes disdain. Though it may be camouflaged with the forgiving appearance of modesty, it is a trait which is so elemental as to make any attempt at disguise redundant. For the advocate of apple-pie order there really is no alternative. It is an undeniable and inescapable scourge. The proponent of apple-pie order acknowledges its insular nature, the impossibility to impose universal order. This compels the proponent to adopt a personal view which of necessity is narrow and what is less charitably labeled myopic or lacking imagination. This narrowness stimulates a private world of alleged over-refinement, maybe even unmanly and as a result enfeebled. Be that as it may, the conclusion is always that the preoccupation is ineluctable so it really doesn’t matter what spin others may put on it.
The model of apple-pie order is provoked over time. It is a distillation, the slow purification of behaviour assessed as desirable and productive. In the wake of such calculated evolution (interestingly akin to Darwinism) there is an abandonment of surplusage which paradoxically produces a simple but more complex product. It is within this streamlined world of propriety that the inclination to apple-pie order propels itself. It is a highly analytical domain.
The upshot of evaluative thinking is that there is little accommodation of trifles or shortcomings. It is an exacting universe. Admittedly there are moments when the passion for precision trumps much-needed tolerance. But it is no mean task to straddle the line between apple-pie order and the alternative. Apple-pie order is uncompromising and any variation usually fails. Though the partiality to apple-pie order is almost genetic, the ambition wants attention. It imposes a hierarchy of management upon the incoherence of one’s life. Among other features it mandates a constant inventory and assessment of one’s life, always with the object of bestowing regimentation upon the operation. To imagine that one can simply “let it be” in unthinkable. While there is never an impulse to manipulate the external forces at play, there is certainly a readiness to stick-handle what one is dealt to one’s advantage. The goal is manageable order and that entails a dynamic hands-on approach.
This clinical world of regularity lacks the strength of an exotic sauce. Certainly the intolerance of variety may breed insipidity, some might say an inartistic flavour. The bland and categorical motive is strictly binary, either in or out. Its polarity exacts precise thinking and therefore imparts a diminished appetite if indeed not a suppressant. There is no room for taradiddle and it evokes a hostile condemnation of sloppy deduction or tawdry adaptation. “Apple-pie order” says there is a right way and a wrong way and nothing in between.
As with most abstract observation, the practical effect of apple-pie order is far less tortuous. It may for example amount to nothing more poignant than a wistful glance at the concentric arcs of a verdant crop along a country road, a casual mental summary of the state of one’s measured being, a complacent recapitulation and reaffirmation of conformity, a momentary satisfaction garnered from the regularity of one’s life, no loose ends, everything tethered. No amount of reflection will however arrest the course of life; we are forever destined to ride the rolling current of a changing river. It may help in these matters to create the appearance of control but seldom does it alter one’s progress. Apple-pie order is in that respect as much a fiction as a tidy desktop. But for the person who sits at the desk, it at least clears the prospect of the world and permits engagement with relieving exactitude.
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I particularly admire the transition from your Cadillac-induced perturbation to the broader proposition that “conviviality is all that matters.” That strikes me as the emotional heart of the essay. The discussion of apple-pie order is fascinating, but the deeper subject is really reconciliation—between people, between expectations and reality, and ultimately between order and disorder themselves.
A fine piece, Bill. The opening made me smile, and the ending left me nodding in recognition.