Halifax, August 9, 2026
I’m still on summer break. Here’s another post from the past, one of the most read Endgames, #51, published in January 2024. I expect to post something fresh next Sunday, August 16.
Friendship
Friendship, the dictionary tells us, “is a relationship of mutual affection between people.”
That’s not a very good definition. It covers too many kinds of relationships. It applies to Nelson and Emma, Tom and Huck, Oscar and Bosie, Dwight and Bob, you and your cat (if you think your cat is a person capable of feeling affection), etc., etc. The definition does not help us understand the deep nature of something which we know, instinctively, is vital to our well-being. It doesn’t do justice to “friendship,” a wonderful word and a vital idea.
There’s a kind of friendship that I call “essential friendship” (maybe not the best descriptor—it sounds a little clinical—but I can’t think of anything better). This kind of friendship is essential for two reasons. First, it is unfiltered, uncluttered by complicated cross-currents: It is the essence of friendship. Second, we cannot live happily without it: It is essential in that sense as well.
What are the characteristics of essential friendship? It is long-standing. It is constant, not intermittent. It is tolerant, not judgmental. It is supportive and affectionate. It is trusting, not defensive. It is not strategic or self-seeking. It is not competitive. It is honest and frank: Few subjects are off-limits (this does not preclude the use of judicious tact). It is a beautiful thing. Is such a demanding relationship possible? Yes. But it requires some giving over of self.
Older people are more likely to have essential friends than younger people. Essential friendship needs time to ripen and older people have had the time necessary. Over many years friends learn so much about each other that there is little room left for artifice or dissemblance: For essential friends, honesty is not just the best policy, it is the only policy. And older people (and this is truer the older you are) are not, reflexively, seeking worldly advantage (this is one of the complicated cross-currents I mentioned above—e.g., as the Constable of France says to Orleans in Henry V, “There is flattery in friendship.”) When you’re old, it’s too late to seek worldly advantage. When you’re old, there is no advantage in advantage. There’s no point to flattery.
Some people never enjoy the conditions in which essential friendship flourishes. Essential relationships flourish when there is stability and prosperity. They flourish over time. They benefit from an environment of calmness and security. To the burdens borne by the poor and the rootless and the oppressed, add the difficulty of forging essential friendships. This is yet another deprivation experienced by the dispossessed. (This is not to gainsay that intense relationships can be forged quickly in extreme circumstances.)
Essential friendship can cross gender divides. But generally essential friendship will not be romantic or sexual. It will be platonic, since romance and true friendship seldom go hand-in-hand. (Claudio in Much Ado About Nothing: “Friendship is constant in all other things/ Save in the office and affairs of love.”) I hear you cry, does this mean that my romantic partner cannot be my friend? Of course, it doesn’t, but friendship mixed with romance is a different kind of friendship. Romantic friendship, as wonderful as it is, does not have the same qualities as essential friendship.
Women seem to be better at friendship with other women than men are with other men. That’s my impression. Perhaps things have changed with the contemporary blurring of gender roles. I think woman find honesty and frankness with each other easier than men do. I’m not sure why this is so. And I might be mistaken: The psychological literature acknowledges the question but equivocates on the answer.
If you are lucky, essential friendships are part of the architecture of your life. “I count myself in nothing else so happy, as in a soul remembering my good friends.” (Henry Bolingbroke in Richard II)
Hmmm. This popped up in my feed just after I said thanks and see you soon to a friend who has spent the past four days helping my husband and I through two medical crises (he had one; I had one). We’ve been friends for 30 years, and we’re women, so we fit the profile. I asked for help. She responded immediately and without condition. I have spent more time in her company these past two days than in the past year. And in the midst of all the stress and anxiety, we enjoyed one another’s company. Our friends are the people who know all our faults and forgive us anyway.
This is a beautiful post.