“[Lamb]
is always on the verge of affectation, and sometimes trespasses beyond the
verge. There is a self-consciousness about him which in some moods is
provoking. There is a certain bigotry about most humourists (as of a spolit
child) which has become a little tiresome. People have come to talk as if a
sense of humour were one of the cardinal virtues.”
You
mean it’s not, Leslie? A sense of humor eludes many otherwise admirable people,
even critics. Even Hazlitt. He was cranky, overheated, intolerant and volatile,
and fatally drawn to politics. In love he was adolescent. He idolized Napoleon
and wrote his biography. He possessed a genius for alienating friends and
others who could be of service to him professionally. Stephen acknowledges this
and almost excuses it, while adding a twist of class snobbery by observing that
Hazlitt had “the weaknesses of a cockney,” the very slur thrown at Keats by his
rivals:
“[Hazlitt]
has acquired, to an irritating degree, the temper characteristic of a narrow
provincial sect. He has cherished and brooded over the antipathies with which
he started, and, from time to time, has added new dislikes and taken up grudges
against his old friends. He has not sufficient culture [!] to understand fully
the bearing of his own theories; and quarrels with those who should be his allies.”
After
all this faultfinding and more (he detects in Hazlitt’s essays “a certain
acidity” – this of the man who wrote “On the Pleasure of Hating”), Stephen, we
sense, is writing autobiographically. He sees himself in Hazlitt and not in
Lamb – not the gravest of sins among critics. He is very much his daughter’s
daddy, snobbery and all. Even his praise of Lamb is disapproving:
“One
should be a bit of a cockney [again] fully to enjoy his writing; to be able to
reconstruct the picturesque old London with its quaint and grotesque aspects.
For Lamb is nowhere more himself than in the humourous pathos with which he
dwells upon the rapidly vanishing peculiarities of the old-fashioned world.”
1 comment:
I wonder if Hazlitt has a certain appeal to mountaineers. I first learned of Hazlitt through an essay by Jim Perrin, also a mountaineer.
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