I have never particularly cared about whether mobster Tony Soprano (the late, tremendously lamented James Gandolfini) dies in the final episode of the seminal HBO series "The Sopranos," which ended in 2007 with a fade to black that left a lot of viewers wondering if their television service had cut out. The conduct of Tony's life, the moral decisions the people in his life made in relation to him and the 86 episodes of television that preceded that moment seem far more momentous.
But the debate continued until Wednesday, when a profile of "The Sopranos" creator David Chase published in Vox finally got the sphinx-like showrunner to answer the question: No, Mr. Chase tells Martha P. Nochimson, Tony Soprano did not die. If we are going to answer the question, and give in to our inability to tolerate ambiguity, this seems to me to be the preferable choice.
There are plenty of ways to think about Tony Soprano's potential death.
If he went out in a hail of bullets (or maybe just one well-placed one) in a New Jersey diner, we could interpret his end as both conventional and inevitable, given his profession and the conventions of the genre of which his story is a part. Seeing Tony murdered before them might provide a galvanic kick to his family, forcing the reckoning with the reality of Tony's work, which they have avoided so as to more comfortably enjoy the fruits of his criminal labors. Or death could be punishment for Tony himself.
But if we want Tony to suffer for the damage he has done to his family, his community and the people touched in varying degrees by his criminal enterprises, I think it is better for him to live.
This is in line with my general thinking on the death penalty. In addition to our inability to administer it without causing the kind of pain that we see as criminal when caused without the sanction of the state, it seems both harsher and more hopeful to keep our worst malefactors alive and capable of achieving a reckoning with the harm that they have caused.
And it strikes me that Tony's particular story is exceptionally well-suited for this sort of punishment. When Tony terminates his therapy with Dr. Jennifer Melfi (Lorraine Bracco), the relationship comes to an end in part because Dr. Melfi has become convinced that by making Tony a more functional person, she has helped make him a more effective criminal. But I think it is undeniable that she has also made Tony more aware of himself and his feelings. In a sense, she has created the perfect condition for Tony's ongoing punishment: an ability to continue committing bad acts while seeing them with increasing clarity.
Ms. Nochimson's profile of Mr. Chase discusses his affinity for Edgar Allan Poe and Herman Melville, among other authors. To me, Tony Soprano has a different analogue. He is a grubbier, smaller version of John Milton's Satan in the fourth book of "Paradise Lost," aware of what he has lost, knowledgeable of what it would take for him to be a better person and ultimately unwilling to extricate himself from a disaster of his own making.
"Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell," Milton's Satan ruminated. That seems like a decent description of Tony Soprano. That he has to share Satan's fate and live with himself forever, or at least until his natural death, is a far crueler fate than for him to be cut down by the man in the Member's Only jacket.