If Nostalgia Is a Desire, What Does It Long For?

When we’re not using nostalgia as a term of derision, we use it to name a twinge in the gut that somehow blends melancholic longing with happy recollection. When this experience becomes acute it may best be described, pardon the unseemly melodrama, as an ache in the soul, but one that is not without its consolations.

But first, about that derisiveness. Nostalgia is a fighting word. For instance, one of the easiest ways to dismiss a claim is to label it nostalgic. This is why, in fact, I’m thinking of adding “knee-jerk recourse to nostalgia as a term of derision” to the list of Borg Complex symptoms. No doubt, much of what gets labeled nostalgic should be dismissed, although perhaps not simply by attaching a label to it. At best, then, we allow ourselves to indulge in the distractions of nostalgia–a little Mad Men, a little Downton–so long as we maintain the appropriate degree of ironic detachment.

I remain curious, though, about the feeling itself and what evokes it. It is one thing to critically analyze the commodification of nostalgia and its deployment as a marketing tool, for example, and it is another thing to contemplate that moment when we experience the feeling we label nostalgia, particularly in its more acute manifestations, and seek its sources.

Tintern Abbey, JMW Turner, 1794. Wikimedia Commons.
Tintern Abbey, JMW Turner, 1794. Wikimedia Commons.

Part of what puzzles me about such experiences is how difficult it is , for me at least, to define what exactly one is feeling. But before I go any further, it might be useful for you to recall for yourself a time when you experienced nostalgia. I don’t assume that everyone has had such an experience, but, if you have, try to hold that moment in mind and think with me about how we might understand it. Here are a few lightly structured thoughts toward that end.

The thing that arouses nostalgia is a synecdoche for the past and a signal of our dislocation; it is a reminder of our finitude, for we cannot horde time.

But is nostalgia for the past? We know that nostalgia was originally a word that described intense homesickness, but today we think of it more as a longing for a time rather than a place. So which is it? Is it really or always “pastness” that evokes the feeling we call nostalgia? I wonder, too, if these are not always present together. I think of Wordsworth’s “Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey,” which begins with

“Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters!”

and continues by describing the place around the abbey. It would be hard to abstract, in more than a theoretical way, the aspects of time and place from Wordsworth’s nostalgic meditations.

Maybe it is really neither place nor time that is the essence of the experience of nostalgia. Maybe place and time have been proxies for some other object of desire whose presence radiates from  them and through our memory to us.

Nostalgia, then, is just another word for desire, or, perhaps better, it is one of the shapes desire takes. That’s what gives it its ache-in-the-soul quality. But what is it a longing for, if not for a time or for a place?

Wordsworth gives us a hint when he notes that he was

“changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills.”

I am scattered through time, as are you. One way of thinking about the divided, de-centered, shattered self is to see it as a temporal phenomenon, as a function of our time-stretched nature. I have been; I am; I will be. The self may feel most coherent in the present moment, on the leading edge of time, but it is scattered throughout the past.

We can imagine it as a boat and its wake. Seen from above, the wake is widest, and most diffuse, at its farthest from the boat. We are that boat making its way inexorably onward on the sea of time, but we are also the wake with the detritus of the self strewn upon it.

Nostalgia, from this perspective, is a desire for the self, for self-possession, for all of the selves we have been. The desire is kindled when our present self tunes in to traces of our past self. That tuning might be occasioned by an object, an image, a melody, a smell, and, yes, a place. But it is not any of those things which we desire, it is that part of our self that existed with them. The objects and experiences that evoke nostalgia are synecdoches not for a time but for the self.

Nostalgia then is ultimately a desire for wholeness. It is a desire to horde, not time, but rather the fullness of our self, scattered across time; a desire to lose nothing of our selves, to hold, at once, all that we have been. That, of course, is an impossible object of desire, which is why nostalgia vocalized is a sigh.

But Wordsworth once more:

“That time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts
Have followed; for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompense.”


Further reading:

Consuming Traditions: Modernity, Modernism, and the Commodified Authentic 

The True and Only Heaven: Progress and Its Critics

13 thoughts on “If Nostalgia Is a Desire, What Does It Long For?

  1. So brilliant. Really. OR maybe it just feels brilliant to me because it’s a realization I am just coming to myself. :) “Maybe place and time have been proxies for some other object of desire whose presence radiates from them and through our memory to us.” Yes — and, as you write — I totally agree it’s all related to the Self. For all the selves we have once been — and all the selves we are and will be — and MAYBE the desire for them to meet, as one, when and where we want them to. At least, this is where my nostalgic desire is centered.

  2. “The thing that arouses nostalgia is a synecdoche for the past and a signal of our dislocation; it is a reminder of our finitude, for we cannot horde time.”

    The words in this post somehow read almost exactly as my own train of thought on the topic. When I thought back as you suggested, I thought of the time I lived in Prague, and I realized it was a longing to be at some point in my past just to be not barreling forward in my finite life. Time scares me, and I fear growing older while not living in the moment at this moment.

    Thanks for this beautiful post on something we all experience.

    1. I totally am with you on this, Jami. I was just discussing with a friend last night. Nostalgia, for me, is often a sadness or frustration that I can’t better appreciate a time or a place or a person that once existed in my life. Like, “Oh, if only I was single and living in NYC now, knowing what I know now, I would REALLY appreciate it.” Fact is, I probably wouldn’t appreciate it that much more, as my life shows I truly have difficulty living in the moment

  3. Jen and Jami,

    I thank you both for your comments. I’m glad this resonated, and I’m grateful for each of your poignant reflections to what I was trying to articulate in this post.


  4. Oen book I found particularly useful in undergrad when I wrote on nostalgia was “Yearning for Yesterday: A Sociology of Nostalgia” by Fred Davis. It really enlightened me as a college freshman when I discovered it through my research. A key point Davis finds is that people (particularly young adults) feel nostalgic and reach for nostalgic objects when going though changes in one’s identity. The youth is confronted with the unknown (ex. maturation, confrontation with the adult world, etc), and seek refuge within nostalgia and associated content, the things they *do* know. Hence obsession with Disney films for many college students, for example (at least at my school.)

    Basically, you hit the nail right on the head by identifying nostalgia as a desire for the past self. :D

    And lo and behold, the entire book is in pdf format online. Huzzah. It’s a pretty short book. If you just want a smattering, I’d recommend reading the first two chapters.

    Click to access Fred%20Davis%20-%20Yearning%20for%20Yesterday.pdf

  5. My first reaction was “for a simpler time”, and as I examined that response, I think it is consistent with yours, but has a somewhat different focus. Taking your metaphor as the boat and its wake, we are in the boat, moving inexorably forward through time, but when we look back, we see all the experiences of our life in our wake, including the wondrous ones we treasure and the lamentable ones we wish we could correct. Life grows more complex with time, because we accumulate the effects of all those decisions that can never be changed. Even for someone who has no wish to change their past, there will often be a wistfulness for when life was simpler, merely because fewer decisions had been finalized.

  6. I think you come closest in your last paragraph. Nostalgia being a longing for moments of past wholeness. Wholeness maybe or maybe finding things along the way that truly move you. Where the thought actually evokes a physical response in the body, a sigh, an ache, a manIfestation. Fleeting as those moments are in ones lifetime, leaving an indelible mark of time and place. Even as that moment passes it’s snapshot we carry with us. The memory is all you have. That memory, provoked Nostalgia , neurons firing just close enough to feel what that moment once provided, the glimpse revisited still moves you. Nostalgia is the desire to revisit that which once moved us.

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