Cultural Amnesia (2007) ranks among the most enduringly entertaining books published in this still-young century. The late Clive James read books like a scholar and wrote about them like an impossibly gifted teenager – that is, with shameless enthusiasm. He was never too cool to get excited about a book or writer. When he enjoyed one, it was as though he had just finished reading it, was still high with readerly elation and wanted to talk about it with anyone who would listen. That he seems to have read everything, in multiple languages, was his gift to us, his readers. When the book was first published, another blogger dismissed it for precisely the quality I find so attractive – James’ eagerness to share his pleasure. He wasn’t dry and humorless enough for this guy – a pleasure-denying species of snobbery.
I remembered a passage
somewhere in the 850+ pages of Cultural Amnesia about the writing of
good prose. My half-memory was triggered by something I had read in Sir Thomas
Browne, to whom James devotes a chapter. No luck there. I remembered the
chapter about Eugenio Montale being particularly rich in good ideas. Again, not
what I was looking for. A bit of time-consuming search, with help from Google
Books, turned up the passage I wanted, in the chapter James allots to Georg
Cristoph Lichtenberg:
“A good writer of prose always
writes to poetic standards. (One of the marks of poetry in modern times is that
the advent of free verse opened the way for poets who could not write to prose
standards, but that’s another issue.) The good prose-writer’s standards,
however, should include the realization that he is not writing a poem.”
One recalls Oscar Wilde’s
wisecrack: “Meredith is a prose Browning, and so is Browning; he used poetry as
a medium for writing in prose.”
Writers who write prose in
the manner James is describing – flowery, flatulent, florid – understand
neither prose nor poetry. I think of them as graduates of the Thomas Wolfe
School of Composition. Rich prose can at the same time be astringent, but that
comes only after years of application. Few of us write well from the start.
Consider what James implies about the amount of discipline necessary to consistently
avoid self-indulgence when writing prose:
“It is better to err on
the side of too much scrupulosity than too little, but it remains a fact that
good writers are occupied with more than language. The fact is awkward; and the
most awkward part of it is that for metaphorical force to be attained in a
given sentence, the metaphorical content of some of its words—which is an
historic content provided by their etymology and the accumulated mutability of
their traditional use—must be left dormant.”
3 comments:
I read Look Homeward, Angel in college and thought it simultaneously the best book I had ever read and the worst. When Wolfe was on point, he could be magnificent, but there was a whole lot of slack in between the high points.
So happy to see you highlighting Clive James again, especially my favorite read of 2024, his collection of essays entitled CULTURAL AMNESIA. My copy is still on my desk for whenever I find the energy to mine it for especially delicious passages that I can admiringly transfer into my blog's commonplace book. (A project that will take years and years worth of energy bursts to accomplish!)
PS. to previous comment: Interesting, your mention of LOOK HOMEWARD, ANGEL. Thank goodness that book was pressed into my hands at age 18, the perfect age for it taking over one's heart and soul. Later on, I tried to re-read it and couldn't. But I wouldn't trade the rush that I felt when I was 18 for anything. I wish I knew more 18 year olds to recommend it to!
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