Literary Theory
Series 2: Handout #12
”What you don’t know hurts me.”
Orpheus Bruno,
"The Importance of Being Portly":
One of the most obvious and affectionate caricatures: none other
than the Falstaffian Harold Bloom, Yale eminence, esteemed back in the early 70s for his
notion of “The Anxiety of Influence” (i.e., that authors engage in an oedipal
struggle against their literary forebears—Melville wanted to be the American
Shakespeare, etc.). The
“Literature is
delightful”
Marjorie Perloff, “Crisis in the Humanities? Reconfiguring Literary
Studies for the Twenty First Century”:
The humanities are in trouble, but, perhaps, it’s not clear what the
humanities include, except to say that they are “soft,” that is, they have no practical value. The humanities have lost their “symbolic
capital” because they have become so diffuse that they can include everything
and have no real identity—unless it is a tendency to endorse left-wing
political issues. We have no way of
ascertaining merit, either. Maybe the
solution is to get back to the basics, namely, formalist criticism, regarding
literature, once again, as something that transcends—through artistry and the
fictive— the mere particulars of an historical period, like an ephemeral
newspaper. What is the point of studying literature for political purposes when
one could much more effectively study other things that are much more directly
related to power: economics, management, politics, and so on? If it’s all about power, why not forget
literature and become a lawyer or at least a social scientist? Meanwhile, areas that literature could
serve, such as providing aesthetic appreciate for a larger audience (via the
Internet) is being ceded to amateurs. Bottom line: we have failed to articulate a
vision of why it is important to read literature, and, as a result, we do not
read literature anyway; we read theory without ever reading the works the
theory is meant to theorize. (Why,
for example, do we have such a hard time finding a literary work that we all
know—that was not the case 30 years ago?)
Finally, the purpose of
literature is not usefulness but . . . delight, and
that brings us full circle, back to Arnoldian
aestheticism.
“Let’s get back
to basics.”
Robert Scholes, “Presidential Address 2004: The Humanities in a Posthumanist World”: Maybe the decline of the humanities is a
rhetoric that has always been with us, like the lamentations of generational
decline: “those disrespectful whippersnappers!”
Maybe the humanities are defined
by a sense of being on the heroic defensive against other fields of unjust
power (as Bourdieu would put it). That’s our collective move, for all time,
however we argue about the particulars (see what N. Mack Hobbs has to say next
time). But, what if the humanities
don’t humanize people at all—the Nazis were humanists too? Unfortunately, we cannot return to a naïve,
optimistic, Arnoldian vision of literature as “the
best that has been thought and said.”
The humanities, we cannot assume, will make people virtuous. Moreover, the humanities cannot be made
“rigorous” like the sciences, without capitulating to the technobureaucratic
institutions we claim to oppose. So, how
can we resist the twin poles of pragmatic relativism and intolerant
fundamentalism? We can’t become precious
belletrists; we must engage with the political texts of our time. We
must address beauty but also develop interpretive tools for use in the real
world of power. Theory
failed because it lost touch with the world (732)—but what a tangled,
contingent, cautious, indictment. Scholes final recommendation, similar to Perloff’s, is a return to the prehumanistic
trivium: attention
to grammar, logic, and rhetoric, and a return to humanism, meaning a generalist
outlook instead of narrow specialization.
Essentially, we should return to the tradition model and methods of the
kind of liberal-arts education in which