“My bookshelves, like my writings, are haunted by the ghosts of influences past, all remembered with great tenderness, much as one recalls an old flame from college days: Whitney Balliett, Edmund Wilson, William F. Buckley, Jr., A. J. Liebling, Somerset Maugham, Diana Trilling, Randall Jarrell, Otis Ferguson, Joseph Epstein, Neville Cardus.”
I thrilled
to these words when I first read them in the New York Times. Any reader
who becomes a writer would. Originality is a myth. Young writers especially,
whether consciously or not, ape their predecessors when they encounter a
pleasing style. They try on styles like a new sport coat. The author is Terry
Teachout, who died on January 13, 2022, at the absurd age of sixty-five. I’ve
often tried on Terry’s prose style – learned yet conversational, critical yet never condescending. Terry revives the “regular guy” style of criticism without
pandering, and I’ve never quite achieved it. Terry continues:
“Do writers like me ever come to a stopping
place, a time when we decide that we are, for good or ill, what we are? I
suspect not. Surely our lives are permanently unfinished projects: we choose to
remain open to new influences so as not to become frozen into our limitations.”
[Terry’s “I’ve
Got a Crush on You” (1999) is collected in The
Terry Teachout Reader (Yale University Press, 2004). He took his title from
the Gershwin song.]
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