Rousing
words that I used to think were self-evident. You get the impression that most
critics, academic and otherwise, are striving after tedium and succeeding. I’m
thinking in particular of one longtime online book critic whose prose is
irresistibly soporific. His writing is earnest, humorless and militantly
postmodern. This guy has never expressed pleasure in any book he has read. His
own writing is ahedonic, closer in texture and content to think-tank white
papers than belles-lettres.
The author
quoted at the top is David Mason, writing in The Hudson Review about two
poet-critics, John Burnside and the late Clive James. He continues: “Readers
easily offended by anything remotely transgressive ought to toughen up and face
the world in all its bloodiness. No one has permission to do anything in this
life, so you might as well see what you can see, say what you can say, and
hopefully do so as beautifully as possible.”
Two of
Mason’s word choices are central: “entertain” and “beautifully.” To entertain
is to amuse or provide enjoyment. Admittedly, the capacity for entertainment is
as vast and varied as humanity, spanning everything from translating Linear B
to snuff films. A critic who entertains must love words. A lexically
incompetent critic or one indifferent to his medium hardly inspires confidence
in his critical judgment. And, of course, a good critic is often funny –
conclusive evidence in some quarters that he can’t be taken seriously.
A good
critic comes to the job with a sensibility and not a box of prefabricated
opinions. He knows the territory. If he writes about books, he’s read most of
the good ones and knows the lousy ones to avoid. He has the obligation when
wrong to be interestingly wrong. I don’t go to critics to have my prejudices
confirmed or refuted. I go to learn something I didn’t suspect and to be
entertained in the process.
I don’t know
Burnside’s books but for years I’ve been entertained (and educated) by James’
work in multiple genres. Like Joseph Epstein, he’s equally gifted at praising and
dismissing. Near the conclusion of Latest Readings (2016), James writes:
“’The critic should write to say not ‘look how much I’ve read’ but ‘look at
this, it’s wonderful.’” Or awful.
1 comment:
Clive James indeed. Just finished his "Somewhere Becoming Rain", a collection of his writings on Philip Larkin. How much more valuable is James's "look, this is wonderful" compared to the Drabble rabble and Paulin callin'-out that only served to illustrate the cloistered world of ideology these prudes inhabited. A reader who is tired of Larkin is tired of life.
William Logan is a razor-sharp critic who measures poetry by the high bar of tradition and cultivated taste. His poetry columns in the New Criterion are usually 80% critical. As a reader, I want to be directed to the worthwhile, so it is the 20% that has my attention.
The critic is there to help me into a great work so that I can read it in its fullness. In the end, however, the critic must fall away. It is the poem I want to affect me, not an interpretation.
The interesting part of being an English teacher was that one was always dealing with great art. One did not set a curriculum of clunkers. As a result, one spent one's entire time working toward that great conclusion - this is wonderful!
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