The
book-minded are often caricatured as feckless wraiths, useless in a demandingly
pragmatic world. It’s true, some of us, if we’re not careful, recede into fugue-like
states that jeopardize the welfare of ourselves and those around us. I’ve been
known to walk into trees while reading outdoors. Our author, a notably physical
and tough-minded poet, South African-born Roy Campbell (1901-1957), cautions against
retreating into a hothouse lined with books. The passage above is drawn from a
chapter in Light on a Dark Horse: An Autobiography (1952) recounting Campbell’s brief spell at Oxford,
which he left without taking a degree. Among his roommates was Aldous Huxley,
whom he describes as “the great Mahatma of all misanthropy” and a “pedant who
leeringly gloated over his knowledge of how crayfish copulated (through their
third pair of legs) but could never have caught or cooked one.” We know the
type.
Some
of us look upon books as tools for enhancing, not evading, our experience of the
world. They’re simply another aspect of life, like earning a living and raising
children, one that enables us, as Dr. Johnson suggests, “better to enjoy life,
or better to endure it.” Campbell, I think, is cautioning us against replacing
our attentive engagement with the world with someone else’s, seeing with
second-hand vision. He follows the passage above with a stanza from his poem “The
Sling” (Mithraic Emblems, 1936):
“By
this clear knowledge I unread my books
And
learned, in spite of theories and charts,
Things
have a nearer meaning to their looks
Than
to their dead analysis in parts;
And
that, for all the outfit be antique,
Our
light is in our heads and we can seek
The
clearest information in our hearts.”
About
the last line I’m skeptical. To be human
is to be deluded, at least on occasion. The “clearest information” isn’t always
the truest. An Emersonian faith in self can prove murderous. Speaking of which,
the copy of Light on a Dark Horse I
borrowed from the Fondren Library has a bookplate at the front from a group
called the Christianform, with an image of the cross smashing a hammer and
sickle and proclaiming In hoc signo
vinces – “In this sign you will conquer.” The group, which donated the book
to the library, describes itself as “a non-profit organization dedicated to the
defeat of atheistic Communism and the liberation of all peoples enslaved by its
tyranny.” In his book, Campbell describes Communist treachery during the
Spanish Civil War. Writing of the fate of the anarchists, he says: “But they
were warm-blooded—unlike their ice-cold compères, the `commies,’ who were less
than human. It was not long before most of the anarchists wished they had gone
Right for they were unmercifully massacred by their Red Comrades.”
Campbell’s
book was published in a very dark year, 1952. China had fallen, the Korean War
raged, Stalin had another year to live, the Soviets had the atomic bomb and
soon would have the hydrogen bomb. Not coincidentally, Whittaker Chambers
published Witness in 1952.
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