Babel and the Contradiction of Academia
At its core, Babel by RF Kuang is a novel about attempting to live within cognitive dissonance. Each member of the cohort bears a certain level of cognitive dissonance, with it being the strongest and most apparent in Letty, significantly in Robin, marginally in Ramy, and the least in Victoire. It's no coincidence that their awareness of the world around them is proportional to the level they are alienated from British Society, with Victoire having the most sober perspective because she is under no illusion of acceptance. People talk the most about Letty's cognitive dissonance because it is the most obvious, but to miss how cognitive dissonance plays out within the rest of them is to miss out on what makes them flawed and therefore human.
The cohort expects Letty to be an ally, someone who could fight with them, maybe even die for them, believing that they would do the same while also not believing she could be an ally. One aspect that stood out to me about the cohort is how little they truly know each other and how, even after spending three years as each other’s closest friends, they never break down the walls separating them. Although Letty was the one who could’ve most easily inquired into her friend’s situations and made an effort to listen, Robin, Ramy, and Victoire have a minimal interest in explaining their situation to her. This in no way makes them “at fault” for being betrayed but merely exposes a cognitive dissonance at play, which is that they do not trust her to be able to understand, yet they expect and need her to understand. This is understandable and human - their trauma is complex, and it would be painful to expose them, only to be questioned and misunderstood.
However, this cognitive dissonance makes it so that their double life is not only a physical disguise they present to others but a psychological disguise they use to deceive themselves. In the beginning of the novel, Robin tries to see the Hermes Society and his cohort as separate. There was Hermes, the rebellion, the danger, and then there was Babel and his cohort, whom he could find comfort in. However, there was nothing separate about these two spaces.
Letty strikes me as the personification of Babel as an institution and the rest of the cohort’s false separation between their life in Babel and their life outside of it and their duality in which they viewed Letty as one and the same. In the same way Babel was the first English institution that saw a future for them, Letty was the first English person to see a future for them. Both Babel and Letty valued them for their brilliance but could not see through their eyes as people. She embodied Babel’s partial comfort, its scholarly yet ignorant nature, and their desperation to preserve their “Babel life” as ordinary meant not shattering her illusions. In the end, they could only love her partially because they could only love Babel partially, and she could only value them conditionally, in the same way Babel could only value them conditionally.
Robin thinks of his friends as found family, but he never truly knows them. This doesn’t only occur with Letty. He never gets to know Victoire's background or her staunch but quiet revolutionary stance. It's telling that we don't even know Victoire's backstory until the end of the book. All of them keep themselves hidden from each other while telling themselves that they are the best of friends and that they love each other. They are bonded by their desperation for the idea of friendship they are all afraid to tap into.
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The most uncomfortable part of Babel is that the readers, as well as all of the cohort, cannot help but love Babel, if only in part. Almost everyone who was interested in this book finds academia fascinating. They are interested in literature, in knowledge, in the power of words. Babel harnesses these things, so no matter how exploitative it is, it is impossible for every reader to not love it. RF Kuang, despite writing a book critiquing it and ending it with the institution being brought down, clearly loves it most of all. She lovingly writes about the processes and translations it facilitates, its halls and lifestyle. Babel is a fictionalized Oxford, where she studied and evidently found value in. At many points, it's hard to tell whether we should view Babel as good or bad. The characters critique Babel in the languages Babel taught them.
The darkest part of dark academia is that no matter how much you study its contradictions, you cannot escape them. To be educated is to have relative privilege. No matter how much the privileged want to speak for the less privileged, they can only speak from their position. Education is how we make sense of other people's perspectives, and only the educated can educate. To be educated is to have power, so our perspectives of the world will always come from the powerful.
The most discomforting aspect of this is that this contradiction is inescapable. To be a great scholar is to have endless curiosity and be willing to push all limits. To be an honest scholar is to acknowledge the poison latent within knowledge and its potential and to reckon with its effects on the world. Most of RF Kuang’s books are her confronting herself. Oxford, Cambridge, and the publishing industry are places she succeeds in and writes to critique. That is what makes her shine as an author: this confrontation of the contradictions of spaces of knowledge that is hard not to notice once you’re within it.
Conversely, her books can invite controversy or a feeling that something is left unsaid because it is difficult to create a critical examination of your own situation while writing from the perspective of that situation. It’s like chasing your own tail. However, I find the pursuit of it admirable.
Babel is my favorite of her novels because it is the boldest in tackling this idea. The characters are forged by Babel; they think in the methods they learned from it, and until the end, the readers are immersed in this academic fantasy just like the characters. We are consumed in its paradox, not knowing for sure where its beauty ends and its cruelty starts. In the end, however, it is not left to linger but made physical. Just like translating the word of translation is a contradiction that destroys itself, so is the contradiction of academia.

















