“He that reveals too much, or promises too little; he that never
irritates the intellectual appetite, or that immediately satiates it, equally
defeats his own purpose. It is necessary to the pleasure of the reader, that
the events should not be anticipated, and how then can his attention be
invited, but by grandeur of expression?”
“Grandeur” might be a little overstated for our purposes.
Johnson is suggesting a writer not pander to readers, either through willful
obscurity or patronizing predictability. The cult of pretentiousness is alive
and well. If a writer can be readily understood, if he has no interest in
mystifying his readers, he must be a philistine, a soft-headed bourgeois. My
favorite among Zbigniew Herbert’s essays is “The Price of Art” in Still Life with a Bridle (trans. John and Bogdana Carpenter, 1991). After considering
Painter in His Workshop by Adriaen van Ostade (1610-1685), Herbert writes:
“The old masters – all of them
without exception – could repeat after Racine, `We work to please the public.’
Which means they believed in the purposefulness of their work and the
possibility of interhuman communication. They affirmed visible reality with an
inspired scrupulousness and childish seriousness, as if the order of the world
and the revolution of the stars, the permanence of the firmament, depended on
it.”
“Let such naiveté be praised.”
1 comment:
The essay by Zbigniew Herbert sounds great! Give me Proust, James, and Woolf any day. In fact I'm quite happy with great story-tellers like Maugham or Frank Conroy. There is something to be said for writers who are neither pretentious nor pandering.
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