Along with zombie banks and toxic assets, it is apparently so much fallout of the present global financial crisis that we are all materialists now. In the advertising campaigns for Detroit automakers ("this was once a country where people made things") and in the liberal left political discourse of Naomi Klein, Joseph Stiglitz, and others (finance is "entirely divorced from the real economy"), a hard line inscribes itself between "things" and finance, Jeep Grand Cherokee and Credit Default Swaps.
This would seem to be a materialist line—a line contouring the real and cordoning the unreal, severing the sensuous from the imaginative, the raw material from the cooked ideal. And who better than Karl Marx could serve as the foremost referee of that line? He apparently judges "the material" to be "the means of subsistence" in human society ('land, bread, housing' and labor), and rules everything else out of bounds.
Unsurprisingly, in our present crisis it is to Marx's writings on "fictitious capital" that political economists, cultural theorists, and even the mainstream media have frequently turned when they desire to contrast "the material basis" of value (as David Harvey puts it) and mere "claims or titles" of value (95).
From the Latin fingere: to form or feign, "fictitious" in "fictitious capital" indexes the putative opposite of Harvey's "material basis": immaterial superstructural representation. For the materialism that founds this particular critique of finance, industrial bodies that matter clash with financial figures that don't, and we'd all be better off if we could just banish those pesky representations.
Whatever the political benefits of such a "strategic materialism" (and I don't dispute that there are some), my modest proposal here is that it ought not be attributed to Marx. Precisely in the theory of fictitious capital, I argue, the Marxian oeuvre problematizes any materialism that would exclude representation from the material realm. In seeking to account for capitalism, but also (one wagers) in materialisms beyond that accounting, Marx repeatedly grapples with representation that materializes itself. His discussion of fictitious capital pivots on this uncanny mediation, recapitulating a problematic which repeatedly recurs across his writing—in interpreting finance, fetishism, valorized exchange, labor, and even the natural world: a strange materiality whose existence is unaccountable in terms of previously available matter, a material that dynamically mediates itself into existence.
In Romanticist circles, this mediation is likely more recognizable under the sign of "positing power" or "force." As those signs direct, one could arrive at this modest proposal by reading Marx with Paul de Man and/or Jacques Derrida—and indeed, crucial arguments by Jennifer Bajorek, J. Hillis Miller, and Werner Hamacher have formidably educed the resonances between Marx's materialism and a materialism of language.
The route I take in this essay is a more mundanely materialist one: reading Marx's texts alongside the archive of Victorian financial journalism he extensively drew upon. In that archive, which chronicled the financial revolution's rapid legalization of the institutions and instruments of finance such as the corporate person and derivatives, financial reporters continually formulated the enigmatic materiality of finance and queried the metaphysics of "fictitious capital." Citing this journalism at length, Marx's discourse attempts to educe the systematic consequences of this phenomenon.
By the time Marx settled in London in 1848, the Victorians had endured the first two in what would become a chain of constantly recurring large-scale financial crises, in 1837, 1839, 1847, 1857, 1866, 1873, and 1878. In every mainstream publication—from The Morning Chronicle (the most prominent daily) to Charles Dickens's Household Words to The Economist—these crises were explicitly attributed to the strange matter of fictitious capital.
For years, these publications were Marx's daily bread, littering his desk at the British Library, to which he had applied for membership immediately upon settling in London, and where his very first order of business was to read all the extant back issues of The Economist.
In the passages of Capital Volume 3 that are, even in their obscurity, more familiar to us than this Victorian discourse, Marx denominates fictitious capital as "interest," "claims" to future interest, "the mother of all insane forms" (when "a debt, for example, appears in the mind of a banker as a commodity"—read here "mortgage backed securities"), "self-propelling value," the "majority […] component of banker's capital" and, above all, an "illusion […] purely illusory" (Capital vol. 3, ch. 29). An illusion with many material modes of appearance, fictitious capital in the Victorian press meant above all else a representation of wealth that could itself beget wealth, a simulation that could, in their idiom, "realize capital."
As critical expository pieces in that era's press were keen to uncover, a crucial peculiarity of the London Stock Exchange created the conditions for this precipitation of value by feint. After the corporation was legalized in 1825, all Victorian corporations conducted IPOs before they commenced operations, utilizing the public stock market as their venture capital forum.
If an entrepreneur wanted to launch a business, he would assemble a corporate board and offer shares in the business on the prospect that eventually the business would indeed operate/construct/manufacture, etc. These shares would be sold to the public, who would not pay in cash, but rather in the form of a promise—a "subscription" whose bill would come due only on a bimonthly "Accounting Day." If, by the time of the Accounting Day, the price of the company's share had risen—either due to hype about subscriptions or to the availability of new information—an investor could "realize" a profit by immediately turning over his shares without settling for his subscription.
This act of "realizing" would be the only moment in the process at which money changed hands, the reality of the profit obtaining in a different register than shareholder dividends, since the companies did not exist, and different too from exploitation, since no labor had been performed. "Fictitious capital" thus signifies the differential reality of promises (the prospectus, the subscription) that profit (creating a new state of affairs, the actual money), speech acts whose eccentric felicity we could deem "material events."
In light of this attention to performativity, it should not be surprising that the Victorian financial discourse broadly audited financial tropes, frequently synonymizing fictitious capital and "the poetry of banking."
After all, periodicals that went so far as to quote Plato in their definition of fictitious capital as "a matter of figures representing as existing that which has no real existence," could not long dally without some harsh words for poetry ( “Banking Morality” 595, 597, passim). I won't myself dally on these recurrent references to chains of figuration in which stock certificates function as "the representative of a representative of a representative," but let us simply quote one: ‘many of the objects and events of {banking} are in their nature highly poetic. Like Moliere's character who had been speaking prose for forty years without knowing it, we talk, and think, and act poetry, without being at all conscious of the fact. ( “Poetry of Banking” " 151)’ Unbeknowst to us, poetry is the medium of financial life, the essence of the financial mode of production—making things with words. But just as poetry in the restricted sense—representations of representation, derivative and devoid of being—is enveloped within poetry in the general sense ("poiesis means simply creation...any action which is the cause of a thing emerging from non-existence into existence"), it is hard to argue that the poetry of banking is the only poetic phase of capitalism (Plato 205c).
Marx's advance beyond the Victorian press involves the illustration that the advent of money is already a poetic estrangement. He insists that money must not be analogous to language in general, but to language in the sway of becoming-foreign (a good definition of poetry): ‘To compare money with language is...erroneous...Ideas which have first to be translated out of their mother tongue into a foreign tongue in order to circulate, in order to become exchangeable, offer a somewhat better analogy; the analogy is then not with language, but with its foreignness (fremdheit). (Grundrisse 162)
’ As a kind of representation that makes a claim to value—a claim to represent an abstraction that lacks ontological positivity—money contrives to effectuate the concrete existence of that abstract substance. Such a contrivance is aligned not with language in its quotidian or referential function, but with language in its defamiliarizing tropological character.
Even more fundamentally—logically prior to the valorization of labor by money—labor itself, Marx's formulations suggest, is already bound up with this same foreign representation. The restricted sense of poiesis is not the exception, but rather the archetype of the general sense; making out of illusion is the condition of all human making: ‘Labor is, first of all, a process between man and nature, a process by which man mediates...We understand labor in a form that stamps it as exclusively human. A spider conducts operations that resemble those of a weaver, and a bee puts to shame many an architect in the construction of her cells. But what distinguishes the worst architect from the best of bees is this, that the architect raises his structure in imagination before he erects it in reality. At the end of every labor-process, we get a result that already existed in the imagination of the laborer at its commencement. He not only effects a change of form in the material on which he works, but he also realises a purpose of his own. (Capital vol. 1, ch. 7, sec. 1, 284)’ While the bee fulfills needs by changing the form of natural materials, man forms an idea, an imaginative projection, of both needs and their fulfillment. Labor for Marx, Bajorek notes, must thus be defined as the mediation of material and ideal (48). Crucial affinities therefore entwine labor and language (especially language conceived of as inherently imaginative)—which is why, in defining human nature, Marx lit upon Milton: "Milton produced Paradise Lost in the same way that a silkworm produces silk, as the activation of his own nature" (1044).
Marx chooses literary production as the exemplar of natural production: literary making is natural making.
This dynamism of natural making also underlies Marx's thought about the raw material of nature. In his letters to Engels for almost a decade, which prompted Engels's composition of the Anti-Duhring, Marx conceived nature as perhaps the foundational instance of strange matter, theorizing the "leap" by which "a transition is made from the realm of non-sensation to the realm of sensation" when nature materializes itself, and regularly using the term "naturwuchsig" (nature-grown / nature-made) to classify spontaneous making accountable neither as effect of labor nor as a sum of natural causes.
If you have followed the silkworm's thread down this rabbit hole in which even the most immediate referent for "material" is itself riven by speculative enigmas, we can return again to the question of whether banking is the only poetic phase of capital—that is, whether there is a distinctive historical moment of fictitious capital from which we might find it politically desirable to regress. When Marx first introduces fictitious capital in his writings, he does so by quoting a report to Parliament in which officials warn of the "dangerous expansion" of an "enormous superstructure" (Marx inserts an exclamation mark here) of credit atop a "base" of the Bank of England's monetary reserve, finding that the gross economic output was not only one in which credit exchanges had vastly exceeded cash transactions, but one in which the volume of credit transactions undertaken to settle other credit transactions amounted to a situation in which "it is impossible to decide what arises out of real, bona fide transactions, or what part is fictitious" (Leatham 44).
"Fictitious" thus from the beginning bespeaks not the opposite of the real, but its indistinguishable twin. Indeed, Marx's chapter on “Credit and Fictitious Capital” stresses the additive rather than adversative function of the copula "and"—he assembles a series of quotes from the financial press and from economic history texts that, in their very definitions of ostensibly more legitimate, more collateralized forms of credit, render credit as such indistinguishable from fictitious credit. In economic discourse itself, his assemblage punctuates, it is impossible to decide on the line between real and fictitious capital.
For Marx, this impossible indeterminacy indicates precisely that something within all capital is fictitious, that capitalist exchange is ontologically unstable, logically ungrounded. From the opening pages of Capital, it is clear that speculation occurs long before the advent of the stock market and futures contracts: it takes place as soon as any exchange of goods is mediated by the abstraction "value." Value hypostasizes the commensurability of two qualitatively different goods, in two different spatio-temporal situations—a commensurability that Marx underscores is "in reality impossible" (in Wahrheit unmöglich) (Capital vol. 1, 151). The idea of value overcomes this impossibility by providing a "makeshift" (Notbehelf) an image that Marx designates "foreign to the true nature of things" (etwas der wahren Natur der Dinge Fremdes). In overcoming impossibility and mediating "true nature," valorization surges into actuality, wreaking foreignness in its wake. Not just finance, but every act of valorized exchange entails this lurching effectivity—this precipitous makeshifting from material to immaterial and back again—which Marx repeatedly designates with verbs of "jerking," "hurling," "flinging," and "throwing"—going so far as to define the drive momentum of capital accumulation as a "glitching circuit" (fehlerhaften Kreislauf) (Capital 873). He also likes the noun "leap"—when money comes to stand for value and becomes the third party in exchange, commodities make a "mortal leap" (salto mortale) into the body of money; when the argument in Capital reaches insurmountable paradoxes it makes a leap to start anew (Hic Rhodus, hic salta!), and also when nature materializes itself, as in the passage from the Anti-Duhring (Capital 200, 260).
A consistent Marxian motif (which Kiarina Kordela argues to be understood as Spinozan "immanent causality") is this notion of that which does not exist but in its effects defines every moment of capital, from mediated value to hedged futures (Surplus). Thus Marx's strongest assertion about fictitious capital formalizes the phenomenon he has been tracing all along: "fictitious capital is...purely illusory, yet it has its own laws of motion for all that" (seine eigne Bewegung) (vol. 3, ch. 29, 596).
As he repeatedly limns the strange material events of self-positing performativity, Marx broaches the insight that all capital is galvanized by the leap which fictitious capital perfects, prompting his denomination of fictitious capital "the most complete fetish" in its consummation of the fetishism of commodities and the fetishism of the "makeshift" (Theories 453). Fictitious capital comprises not only naked short sales and collateralized debt obligations, but stock, credit, money, and value itself. For this reason, we must rigorously refrain from romanticizing the non-fictitious "reality" of earlier capitalism when talking about finance: although empirically speaking, the world of the past did not fully concretize the universal structure of capital, structurally speaking, this fictitious virtuosity has always been with us.
The materialism we could name Marxian is thus not the tired arrest of speculative velocity by kissing the ground, embracing a substance—for that would be materialism made ideal. It is rather a "materialism without matter"—what Marx called the "ruthless criticism of everything existing": the relentless analysis of the material events by which capital posits its own preconditions while poetry makes the world, and of the mediations that might one day unbind the two.