We can all rattle
off a lengthy list of vaporous words that others wield like hammers. Empty
words pack formidable power in the wrong hands. Our writer, Anton Chekhov,
continues:
“When people
speak to me of what is artistic and anti-artistic, of what is dramatically effective,
of tendentiousness and realism and the like, I am at an utter loss, I nod to
everything uncertainly, and answer in banal half truths that aren’t worth a
brass farthing. I divide all works into two categories: those I like and those
I don’t.”
Spoken like
an artist immune to the deformities of theory and ideology. Chekhov’s self-defense comes
in a letter he wrote on this date, March 22, in 1890 to Ivan Leontyev
(Schcheglov). He is reacting to the previous four years of critical baiting and
endless accusations of “indifference,” “lack of involvement” and “absence of
principles.” The translation is by Michael Henry Heim and Simon Karlinsky (Letters of Anton Chekhov, 1973). Chekhov’s
words remain as pertinent as they were 129 years ago.
Jorge Luis
Borges is another master of short forms. In 1938 he reviewed For an Independent Revolutionary Art:
Manifesto by Diego Rivera and André Breton for the Definitive Liberation of Art,
a title that reads like a parody of engagé
writing. Borges is defiant:
“I believe,
and only believe, that Marxism (like Lutheranism, like the moon, like a horse,
like a line from Shakespeare) may be a stimulus for art, but it is absurd to
decree that it is the only one. It is absurd for art to be a department of
politics.” Years later it was revealed that Trotsky was the author of the
Breton/Rivera manifesto.
Borges would
soon learn first-hand the vagaries of politics. In 1946, shortly after his
election as president of Argentina, Juan Perón “promoted” Borges from his job
as third assistant at the National Library in Buenos Aires to “Inspector of
Poultry and Rabbits” in the Córdoba municipal market. Borges declined. After Perón
was overthrown in 1955, Borges was named director of the National Library. That
same year, because of the growing severity of his blindness, doctors forbade him
to read or write.
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