“Just like
the riverside with its snuffle-hunters, or Spitalfields and its weavers, this
polite refuge of the literate middling sort was hopelessly overstocked. It
could never give work to all who flocked there pen in hand. This, rather than
the reluctance of rich patrons to support genius, as many writers lamented at
the time, was the primary cause of discontent in the writing trade. The
travails of the hackney writer (low earnings, exhausting hours, irritating
working conditions) never ceased to rouse the pity of…the hackney writer…By
birth, by education, by understanding, it seemed that those who made their
livelihood the business of words were due more regard from a society that had
bred them to better things.”
Sound
familiar? There’s nothing new about a sense of aggrieved entitlement among
writers. The principal difference I see between eighteenth-century England and
our time and place is one of talent. They had Dryden, Swift, Pope, Johnson, Boswell, Burke,
Fielding and Sterne, among others. We have – who? Anis Shivani is ready with nominations. His
list of much-honored, unreadable writers is a small but representative core
sample. He writes:
“If we don’t understand bad writing, we can’t understand
good writing. Bad writing is characterized by obfuscation, showboating,
narcissism, lack of a moral core, and style over substance. Good writing is
exactly the opposite. Bad writing draws attention to the writer himself.”
Amen. Johnson, who refers in his Adventurer essay to “this epidemical conspiracy for the
destruction of paper,” would surely harrumph his approval.
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It's the same conundrum for artists in every era. Yes, people need art. They just may not need your art.
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