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In eighteen fifty-three, Herman Melville published a story about a New York law office that anticipates many of the frustrations of the modern workplace.
It centers on a scrivener, a professional law copyist, named Bartleby.
The narrator is an elderly lawyer who runs a snug business among the bonds and mortgages of Wall Street.
He is a man who avoids conflict at all costs, preferring the quiet tranquility of his retreat to the turbulence of a courtroom.
His office functions like a predictable machine.
He employs three clerks: Turkey, an Englishman who is productive in the morning but grows reckless and noisy after lunch;
Nippers, who is irritable and nervous until noon;
and a young errand boy named Ginger Nut.
They are the reliable cogs in his professional life.
When the lawyer is promoted to a master in chancery, the volume of legal documents requiring copies suddenly spikes.
To handle the increased workload, he realizes he needs to hire additional labor.
Bartleby answers the advertisement. He appears at the door as a motionless, pallid young man, neat and pitiably respectable.
The lawyer hires him immediately, hoping his sedate personality will have a calming influence on the rest of the staff.
For the lawyer, the office depends on a single unspoken rule. He provides the wages, and his subordinates provide predictable, obedient output.
His comfort relies entirely on their compliance.
On the third day of Bartleby's employment, the lawyer finishes a small document
and calls Bartleby over to perform a standard mechanical task: checking the copy against the original word for word.
Without moving from his seat, Bartleby replies in a mild, firm voice, "I would prefer not to."
The lawyer is stunned. He repeats the request, thinking Bartleby must have misunderstood, but the response remains the same.
He finds himself unable to react with anger because the refusal isn't delivered with any trace of insolence or emotion.
A typical labor dispute involves a list of demands: shorter hours or higher pay. Bartleby offers no such leverage.
He simply stands in a state of non-compliance,
leaving the lawyer with no professional protocol to handle an employee who is neither productive nor hostile.
The refusal quickly spreads to every part of Bartleby's job.
He soon prefers not to run errands to the post office or help the other clerks.
Eventually, he informs the lawyer that he has permanently given up writing and copying altogether.
He spends his days standing motionless behind a high green folding screen. His only activity is
staring blankly out a small window at a dead brick wall located just three feet from the glass.
The lawyer tries to dislodge him through logic, then through bribes, and finally through threats. He points out that copyists are bound by common usage to examine their work, but Bartleby remains unmoved by the rules of the office.
Because Bartleby shows no anger and makes no threats of his own, he effectively neutralizes the lawyer's authority.
The employer cannot find the angry spark required to justify a violent dismissal.
Traditional workplace leverage is designed for people who have fears or desires. Bartleby has neither.
He has no social attachments and no visible needs, making him immune to the standard pressures of the labor market.
The lawyer's bewilderment turns to alarm one Sunday morning. He stops by his office before church
and finds the key resisted by something inserted from the inside.
Bartleby is living in the chambers. The lawyer discovers a blanket under the desk,
a basin and soap on a chair, and the meager remains of ginger nuts and cheese.
Bartleby has made the office his only home, existing in the total silence of a deserted Wall Street.
The lawyer's initial feeling of pity begins to shift. He realizes that Bartleby is suffering from a deep internal disorder
that cannot be solved with alms.
The scrivener's absolute solitude becomes a source of fear and repulsion.
Unable to force the man to leave, the lawyer reaches a desperate conclusion. He decides that
since the employee will not quit the premises, the employer must. He hires
movers and relocates his entire law practice to a new building, leaving Bartleby behind in the empty room.
It is a total reversal of the power structure. The boss is so defeated by the clerk's passivity
that he has to flee his own office to regain his peace of mind.
The building's new tenants lack the lawyer's patience. When Bartleby refuses to leave the hallways, they have him
arrested as a vagrant and removed by the police.
He is taken to the New York City jail known as The Tombs. The heavy
Egyptian style masonry of the prison creates an atmosphere of oppressive gloom, even in the outdoor exercise yard.
In eighteen fifty-three, Herman Melville published a story about a New York law office that anticipates many of the frustrations of the modern workplace.
It centers on a scrivener, a professional law copyist, named Bartleby.
The narrator is an elderly lawyer who runs a snug business among the bonds and mortgages of Wall Street.
He is a man who avoids conflict at all costs, preferring the quiet tranquility of his retreat to the turbulence of a courtroom.
His office functions like a predictable machine.
He employs three clerks: Turkey, an Englishman who is productive in the morning but grows reckless and noisy after lunch;
Nippers, who is irritable and nervous until noon;
and a young errand boy named Ginger Nut.
They are the reliable cogs in his professional life.
When the lawyer is promoted to a master in chancery, the volume of legal documents requiring copies suddenly spikes.
To handle the increased workload, he realizes he needs to hire additional labor.
Bartleby answers the advertisement. He appears at the door as a motionless, pallid young man, neat and pitiably respectable.
The lawyer hires him immediately, hoping his sedate personality will have a calming influence on the rest of the staff.
For the lawyer, the office depends on a single unspoken rule. He provides the wages, and his subordinates provide predictable, obedient output.
His comfort relies entirely on their compliance.
On the third day of Bartleby's employment, the lawyer finishes a small document
and calls Bartleby over to perform a standard mechanical task: checking the copy against the original word for word.
Without moving from his seat, Bartleby replies in a mild, firm voice, "I would prefer not to."
The lawyer is stunned. He repeats the request, thinking Bartleby must have misunderstood, but the response remains the same.
He finds himself unable to react with anger because the refusal isn't delivered with any trace of insolence or emotion.
A typical labor dispute involves a list of demands: shorter hours or higher pay. Bartleby offers no such leverage.
He simply stands in a state of non-compliance,
leaving the lawyer with no professional protocol to handle an employee who is neither productive nor hostile.
The refusal quickly spreads to every part of Bartleby's job.
He soon prefers not to run errands to the post office or help the other clerks.
Eventually, he informs the lawyer that he has permanently given up writing and copying altogether.
He spends his days standing motionless behind a high green folding screen. His only activity is
staring blankly out a small window at a dead brick wall located just three feet from the glass.
The lawyer tries to dislodge him through logic, then through bribes, and finally through threats. He points out that copyists are bound by common usage to examine their work, but Bartleby remains unmoved by the rules of the office.
Because Bartleby shows no anger and makes no threats of his own, he effectively neutralizes the lawyer's authority.
The employer cannot find the angry spark required to justify a violent dismissal.
Traditional workplace leverage is designed for people who have fears or desires. Bartleby has neither.
He has no social attachments and no visible needs, making him immune to the standard pressures of the labor market.
The lawyer's bewilderment turns to alarm one Sunday morning. He stops by his office before church
and finds the key resisted by something inserted from the inside.
Bartleby is living in the chambers. The lawyer discovers a blanket under the desk,
a basin and soap on a chair, and the meager remains of ginger nuts and cheese.
Bartleby has made the office his only home, existing in the total silence of a deserted Wall Street.
The lawyer's initial feeling of pity begins to shift. He realizes that Bartleby is suffering from a deep internal disorder
that cannot be solved with alms.
The scrivener's absolute solitude becomes a source of fear and repulsion.
Unable to force the man to leave, the lawyer reaches a desperate conclusion. He decides that
since the employee will not quit the premises, the employer must. He hires
movers and relocates his entire law practice to a new building, leaving Bartleby behind in the empty room.
It is a total reversal of the power structure. The boss is so defeated by the clerk's passivity
that he has to flee his own office to regain his peace of mind.
The building's new tenants lack the lawyer's patience. When Bartleby refuses to leave the hallways, they have him
arrested as a vagrant and removed by the police.
He is taken to the New York City jail known as The Tombs. The heavy
Egyptian style masonry of the prison creates an atmosphere of oppressive gloom, even in the outdoor exercise yard.
