And readers –
non-aligned, obsessive, sometimes entertainingly eccentric readers. Reading has
become a species of eccentricity and, in some quarters, reading the books of
the past is judged aberrant behavior. The author of the passage above and its
original place of publication come as a surprise: Philip Rahv, a critic and
longtime co-editor of Partisan Review,
a literary magazine that had started as an organ of the Communist Party USA.
Rahv and his co-editor, William Phillips, relaunched the journal in 1937 in the
wake of Stalin’s Great Purge and Soviet double-dealing in the Spanish Civil
War.
The passage
at the top was first published in 1938 in the Partisan Review as the opening paragraph of “Dostoevski and
Politics: Notes on The Possessed,” which
was included in Rahv’s first essay collection, Image and Idea (1949). I was surprised because, though I haven’t
read Rahv in many years, I think of him as a rather crude critic (Exhibit A: “Paleface and Redskin”), too often preoccupied with politics, though I do remember his
devotion to Henry James. The paragraph is thoughtful, measured and very nearly
a linked string of aphorisms. The third sentence brings Moby-Dick to mind immediately.
Reading is
selfish in several senses. We all have our reasons. We all, at some point, accept
our pleasures and aggravations. But reading has a social dimension. By that I
mean, the purest act of criticism is reading a book, enjoying it and sharing
that enjoyment with another likely reader. In short, intelligent proselytizing
in conversation or print. It will probably come to nothing. But sometimes lives
are changed by modest gestures. I learned about The Anatomy of Melancholy and The
Wife of Martin Guerre by talking to friends.
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