Here is a passage I marked in the August 7, 1962, letter Guy Davenport wrote to Hugh Kenner. He notes the death of Marilyn Monroe (“the classiest comedienne in the business”) three days earlier:
Consumers of
culture – readers, listeners, movie and museum goers – keep it going. Creation
is only half the job, and the other half is its own reward. Eugenio Montale
referred to “the second life of art.” That’s what we enable when read Ben
Jonson, Italo Svevo, J.V. Cunningham, et
al. Call it life support.
Early in the
young century we endured a rough patch. We lost Anthony Powell, Edgar Bowers,
William Maxwell, W.G. Sebald, R.S. Thomas, Penelope Fitzgerald, C.H. Sisson, Eudora
Welty, D.J. Enright, Anthony Hecht, Thom Gunn, Donald Justice, Czesław Miłosz,
Saul Bellow – and Davenport and Kenner. More recently: Hilton Kramer, Thomas
Berger, Roger Scruton, Gertrude Himmelfarb, Geoffrey Hill, Evan S. Connell, Richard
Wilbur, Clive James, Whitney Balliett, Les Murray, Turner Cassity, Helen
Pinkerton, Terry Teachout, V.S. Naipaul, Aleksandr
Solzhenitsyn. Life and culture have been depleted but we have their books for
consolation.
In April 1888,
Henry James published an essay on his friend Robert Louis Stevenson, collected
later that year in Partial Portraits. In it he writes:
Tradition (the energy sustaining culture) is more
like a museum than a mausoleum, open to all, no charge.
[The letter
quoted above can be found in Questioning
Minds: The Letters of Guy Davenport and Hugh Kenner (ed. Edward M. Burns,
2018). Henry James was born on this date, April 15, in 1843.]
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Except that today’s date is March 15.
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