John Mullan
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Rónán McDonald
THE DEATH OF THE CRITIC
160pp. Continuum. £14.99 (US $21.95).
978 0 82649 279 1
Many will remember when the jewellery tycoon Gerald Ratner destroyed his company by publicly deriding its products (and therefore those who bought them). Over the past three decades, many English Literature academics have acted just like this, believes Rónán McDonald, and to similarly self-subverting effect. In the English departments of British universities, the professors have been strenuously denying the value of literature; these candidates for critical authority have waived their rights. It is no wonder, McDonald observes, that academic literary critics are no longer public critics, for if you abandon literary value then, in the eyes of those outside the campus boundaries, the value of the literary critic goes too.
The “Ratner moment” would probably not belong in a conventional study of the status of literary criticism. In McDonald’s deft polemic, The Death of the Critic, it seems just right; for there has been something comical about the eagerness of academics to scorn the notion that some books are better than others. The analogy is characteristic of McDonald’s tone, a kind of humorous exasperation that runs through his book. “The critic” has never had a good name, and McDonald admits that when he told people what his book was to be called, “they immediately assumed I was writing a celebration” of the critic’s demise. But this is a polemic in favour of the critic as a “knowledgeable arbiter”. In McDonald’s account, it is a reason for sharp regret that no one cares any more about “the critic”, that no one outside universities reads books of literary criticism. We need expert evaluative critics. In its fresh and energetic opening chapter, The Death of the Critic shows how adventure and experiment in literature benefit from the existence of such critics. McDonald draws a nice example from a rich harvest of scornful remarks about critics by dramatists: the exchange of insults between Vladimir and Estragon in Waiting for Godot, which ends with Estragon’s unanswerable “Crritic!”. Vladimir “wilts, vanquished” specifies Beckett’s stage direction; but, as McDonald points out, Waiting for Godot owed much of its success to critics. First Kenneth Tynan and Harold Hobson writing in newspapers, and later a series of high-profile academic critics, helped create the play’s reputation. The public was tutored by the critics. Other such examples are not hard to find, from the sponsoring of difficult modernist works by critics like Edmund Wilson and R. P. Blackmur, to the “discovery” of Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Ronald Bryden.
Nowadays, there are more critical responses than ever, but critical authority has been devolved from the experts. McDonald surveys the rise of blogs and readers’ reviews, of television and newspaper polls and reading groups, under the heading “We Are All Critics Now”. He argues that the demise of critical expertise brings not a liberating democracy of taste, but conservatism and repetition. “The death of the critic” leads not to the sometimes vaunted “empowerment” of the reader, but to “a dearth of choice”. It is hardly a surprise to find him taking issue with John Carey’s anti-elitist What Good Are the Arts? (2005), with its argument that one person’s aesthetic judgement cannot be better or worse than another’s, making taste an entirely individual matter. McDonald proposes that cultural value judgements, while not objective, are shared, communal, consensual and therefore open to agreement as well as dispute. But the critics who could help us to reach shared evaluations have opted out. The distance between Ivory Tower and Grub Street has never been greater. While other academic disciplines have seen the rise of the professional popularizer of art, music and film, literary expertise has sealed itself off in the academy. McDonald believes that the main reason for the gulf between academic and non-academic criticism is “the turn from evaluative and aesthetic concerns in the university humanities’ departments”. He does not bemoan the influence of the Richard and Judy Book Club or the internet; he blames his fellow academics.
This has been long brewing. The Death of the Critic takes us on a rapid historical tour of attitudes to the value of literature, from Plato and Aristotle, through the leading critics in English of the past five centuries. (McDonald allows himself a digression into the Kantian theory of the “disinterestedness” of aesthetic judgement, with which he clearly has much sympathy.) His concluding survey of the academic literary criticism of the twentieth century is hardly novel; it is a story that has been told before, by Chris Baldick and Patrick Parrinder among others, but it gives McDonald the chance to show that there were good reasons for the status of its leading figures, such as T. S. Eliot, I. A. Richards, Lionel Trilling and the New Critics, and he invites us to find insights rather than delusions. “These critics are still paraded before each generation of university students as ideologically befuddled, or reactionary bogeymen.” To our loss, he believes.
McDonald himself does not exactly have heroes and villains. His estimates of the influence of particular critics certainly involve value judgements, but these are often surprising and engaging. He relishes Northrop Frye’s critical eloquence, though he charges him with helping to split academic criticism away from higher journalistic criticism. By contrast, F. R. Leavis, whose austere narrowness McDonald clearly finds unsympathetic, is praised for “spilling the energies of academic criticism out into a much wider arena”. McDonald has a case to make, but does not put all his evidence into making it. Even where he regrets the influence of Raymond Williams in stripping aesthetic value from the arts, he cannot help admiring his commitment as a public intellectual.
In his final chapter, McDonald gives his highly condensed account of the influence of structuralism and post-structuralism on the academic critic. Yet it is not the heady obscurity of literary theory that he blames for “killing off” the critic. The culprit, as he sees it, is Cultural Studies, which requires that any cultural artefact be evaluated politically rather than aesthetically (aesthetics being revealed to be covert politics). Cultural studies may have been anti-elitist, refusing distinctions between high and low, proper and popular, but it doomed the academic to irrelevance outside the academy. “If criticism forsakes evaluation, it also loses its connections with a wider public.” He is a tolerant enemy to anti-evaluative criticism. Reviewing the rise of Cultural Studies, he even concedes that it might for a while have been salutary to have “an amnesty on the idea of objective quality”. Neglected works and unheard voices have been recovered. Even though he dislikes Cultural Studies, McDonald relishes much that we would call “popular culture”, and clearly believes that cinema, television and pop music deserve good critics too.
The virtue of this book is that, while it is a strong protest against what has been a prevailing climate in English departments, it is neither blimpish nor complacent. The author’s reasonableness requires him to acknowledge, finally, that all is not woe. The last pages of the book contain a swirl of examples of a growing openness to “questions of value” in academic criticism. Here the force and wit of his polemic do falter a little. Looking to some better future, he places a strange faith in Creative Writing programmes in universities, because they treat literature “seriously as an end in itself . . . . Rapport between artist and critic can create energized contexts for artistic innovation and creativity”. Tellingly, he here lapses into the kind of critical prose he himself deplores. But if his concluding hopes are not quite convincing, his regrets have been expressed with irresistible clarity.
John Mullan’s books include How Novels Work, 2006, and Anonymity:
A secret history of English literature, 2008. He teaches English at
University College London.
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Re: "The study of literature is dead. ...The professors have killed it."
Actually, all the English professors I know are fully committed to the value of literature; they spend their time teaching about it, reading about it, researching it, and encouraging new generations of students to take it seriously enough to examine its definitions, contexts, and forms. Many thousands of students have their English professors to thank for leading them into a richer and broader appreciation of literature.
R. Maitzen, Halifax, Nova Scotia
What should the study of literature be for? I think professors should tailor their courses so that students (a) train to read literary works with aesthetic and cognitive discernment; (b) learn to enjoy literary works at elevated but not extra-terrestrial levels, and (c) reflect on the varieties of the human condition reflected in literature. Sadly, much technical academic writing on literature, regardless of its diverse 'schools', has killed many a student's incipient love for reading.
Garreth Byrne, Nanchang, China
(cont from below) ... because they fail to grasp that much of the Republic is Meant to be offensive. Anyone who reads the Republic and is never disturbed by Plato's regime must so lack in taste as to preclude the possibility of sound judgment. Theory never makes it that far, so involved is it in tearing down antiquity. Now, my friend who blurted "Insipid paternalism" at first mention of Plato has little interest in philosophy, and would much rather deride Plato for his silly simple Greek notions than realize she might agree with some of his thought. I don't blame Theory for her ailment, which so many of us share (that is, the desire to appear wise, and an eagerness to condemn, refute, reject...). But can't we take English departments to task for sending off students to teach literature, who have no regard whatever of truth and understanding? Not only does literature need value judgments, it needs teachers who are themselves consumed by the valuation of value judgments, and philosophy.
matt, chicago,
I agree that Cosmoetica is the only place, online or in print, where there is consistently good criticism. Check out the wealth of recommended poems, prose & films for proof of that. There is also an excellent interview series with some of the major writers and thinkers of our time.
Anthony, Toronto,
Aesthetic criticism is newer and more radical in the grand history of human thought than cultural studies. This may sound counterintuitive, as cultural studies is usually understood as an outgrowth of an excitingly activist, suspicious spirit in the academy since the 1960s. But a strictly culturally-based criticism is structurally not new, and operates on mental tracks laid by centuries of religious influence. While it seems romantic in spirit, cultural criticism often is exclusivist and hierarchical; a standard essay in this mode might use W. Benjamin as a saintly critic of society to read a poet who is implicitly benighted by comparison. But in any community, no matter how reformed, or how plural, such questions will remain: what is beautiful--and what challenges one to reach beyond oneself? An aesthetics repressive of ideological concerns is merely precious, but cultural studies without an energized aesthetics has all the marks, as Huck Finn would say, of Sunday school.
PL Beard, Erlangen,
I'll read this book with interest. This subject invites unfortunate sweeping generalizations, doesn't it?
Issues of factionalism, sophistry, territoriality, cynicism, complacency, and insecurity shape much of this landscape, and it's a pity that some of the loudest voices in this dialogue have been powered by sadly feeble intellectual capacities. The university will evolve, I think, without abandoning its critical perspective, but we will always have glib frauds and meretricious con artists just as we do in other political arenas.
I happen to believe that literary critics should also be teachers of writing, and that they should also cherish the privilege of loving wisdom. It might help if we all reflect occasionally upon the Socratic emphasis on the urgency of self-knowledge, and a literary critic, if one were handy, might tell us that Socrates was noted in his day as a soldier.
Hnaef, St. Paul,
If you want real criticism- of books, poems, films, try www.cosmoetica.com. Over 900 essays online- ranging from in depth to humorous.
Criticism has always been fairly rancid, and now it's virtually nonexistent because of the role of the critic as wannabe writer/artiste.
If one truly criticizes one's chances in the publishing world are decreased. That, coupled with MFA courses taught by bad writers, ensures that a downward spiral continues.
Give Cosmoetica a try, and you'll see that wit and depth did not die w Twain and Wilde.
Dan Schneider, Austin, USA
I agree that the study of literature is in a sense failing, but I think the 'English' field is growing in a lot of ways as well. For example, rather than emphasizing old texts, critics are now looking at new texts and new practices of textual production. And out of the English departments the study of 'theory' has been born, which I believe can go far beyond the study of literature - especially as far as public intellectualism is concerned. While the English department may be dying, I think we also have to look at what is growing out of it.
A while ago I was wondering why I was studying English when my interests seemed to be centered more around philosophy. A professor friend of mine gave me the advice to stick with the English department, because it would give me the freedom to pursue scholarship that would have been impossible to study in other departments. Although this freedom might allow people to pursue 'frivolous' studies, it also holds a great deal of possibility.
Matthew Holtmeier, Bellingham, WA
There are many reason for death of scholarly critic.Today we are living in market economy , every thing is salable.books are comidity, it have monetary value, naturaly publisher and writer want big sale so they higher critic who give them favourable review. [2]So many books are publishing today how can read all of them and a write a review, life is so fast critic have no time to read book carefully.In market economy publicity is more important to sale the book.to create temo is very useful for sale. take exemple of Harry porter, this book sale on purlly on arrangement of publicity.In India some wellknown reviewers openly confessed that they write favourable review without reading books.Reviewers are salable themself
Ramesh Raghuvanshi, Pune 411030, Maharastra[India]
I spent more than 10 years at two different universities working on a philosophy Ph.D. I learned very quickly that I was not there to be philosophic--to love wisdom--let alone moral? I was there to learn to teach the reading of texts in a certain way and the writing of essays in a certain format. Most of my professors were not particularly philosophic--open to learning and discovery and the wonder of the world inside texts and without but were there to reinforce their graduate school biases learned years before. Most settled into the rules and regulations of academic life but few continued to learn and develop as scholars and teachers. At least philosophy departments developed rigor and thoughtful attention to texts and traditions of interpretation. The few english professors and students I met were anxious to ape the lessons of some seriously confused schools of philosophy a la Derrida and decontructionism because they could no longer commit themselves to appreciating literature
Brian Shea, Chicago, IL
This book is way too late. Literary criticism long ago devolved into its 3 current forms: race/class/gender criticism, literature-as-nothing-more-than-history, and then, since literary criticism has become sooo boring and self-righteously pedantic, the criticism of comic books, films, and just about anything with pictures. The study of literature is dead. Get over it. The professors have killed it. At least now we get to watch movies while we undergo their correction.
Jerry Hanes, San Jose, CA USA
Not having read the book, I can't speak to the failings of McDonald's last pages. However, no less than the president of the MLA said a few years back that English departments were sustained by creative writing classes, majors, and programs since, in fact, these programs sustain the idea that reading literature is important, and that some models for writing are better than others. Getting an MFA before pursuing a doctorate at Duke in the late 80s probably made me partially immune to the idea that all works were equally valuable--in other words, not valuable at all--but the grounds for judgment were surely unsettled. It seems to me that the literary critical establishment is indeed trying to rethink the grounds for valuing literature and literary study, as recent essays in Profession and other academic journals can attest. Whether that rethinking will lead to a resurrection of the critic is probably another question, but it surely can't hurt.
Peter Kerry Powers, Camp Hill, US/ PA
The only rapport the artist need have is between himself and the world. Creative Writing programs create impotent authors, programmed by the linear aims of stylized coursework to examine the world in a decidedly 'literary' way. This habit becomes ingrained, and invariably corrupts the all-important relationship between the artist and the world comprising his multifarious subject matter. An artist need not be trained in the ways of acting like an artist. Creative Writing programs only reinforce the separateness of the artist, when the value of his work depends on his very involvement! Insofar as Creative Writing programs provide it, the formal refinement of technique is certainly valuable to the artist. But the best - and fundamental - instruments available to the writer are the senses with which he encounters and absorbs reality, and the spectrum of thought - and its more or less refined linguistic backbone - through which he can articulate his own internally nurtured response.
Emily, North Bergen, New Jersey