The
sentiment is familiar. At the risk of oversimplification, we can reduce it to
the colloquial: Old books are better than new books. If we frame it as a
syllogism, few can argue with that statement:
Good books have
always been rare and lousy books have always been common.
The past is
a much bigger place than the present, so more books were published in the past.
Ergo, more good
books were published in the past than in the present.
The passage
quoted at the top is from G.K. Chesterton’s “On Reading,” published posthumously
in The Common Man (Sheed and Ward,
1950). He further defines his terms: “To be merely modern is to condemn oneself
to an ultimate narrowness; just as to spend one’s last earthly money on the
newest hat is to condemn oneself to the old-fashioned. The road of the ancient
centuries is strewn with dead moderns.” In short, the present is a provincial
backwater, and not a very interesting or important place. The analogy with hats
or any article of clothing is useful and precise. Imagine the childish
passivity of wearing only clothing that has received the nihil obstat of the fashion commissars.
Like
Chesterton, Guy Davenport published an essay titled “On Reading” (The Hunter Gracchus: And Other Papers on
Literature and Art, 1996). He describes his dealings with an illiterate man
in Kentucky and the “horror of his predicament.” Davenport expresses gratitude
for “being able, regularly, to get out of myself completely, to be somewhere
else, among other minds, and return (by laying my book aside) renewed and
refreshed.” He adds:
“For the
real use of imaginative reading is precisely to suspend one’s mind in the
workings of another sensibility, quite literally to give oneself over to Henry
James or Conrad or Ausonius, to Yuri Olyesha, Bashō, and Plutarch.”
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