Literary Critics: "Charles Dickens, huh? Is he any good?"
March 6, 2001 10:47 AM Subscribe
posted by trox at 11:09 AM on March 6, 2001
posted by zempf at 11:17 AM on March 6, 2001
posted by lileks at 11:39 AM on March 6, 2001
Great Expectations, Dickens
Jane Eyre, Bronte
The Scarlet Letter, Hawthorne
The MetaFilter Anthology, Postroad
posted by zempf at 11:44 AM on March 6, 2001
Great Expectations, Dickens
Jane Eyre, Bronte
The Scarlet Letter, Hawthorne
The MetaFilter Anthology, Postroad
posted by zempf at 11:44 AM on March 6, 2001
posted by zempf at 11:44 AM on March 6, 2001
posted by jess at 11:48 AM on March 6, 2001
Heh, I'm rereading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man now... I dunno. I love Joyce. I connected with him when I first read Portrait when I was 17. I read Ulysses all the way through. Should I get some sort of a prize? "I read two Joyce novels before I was old enough to vote, smoke, or do much else!"
A professor once told me that the only way he could finish Finnegan's Wake was by reading it aloud. Sure made me want to share a bus ride with him.
Finnegans Wake (no apostrophe, btw) is another matter. Though reading it out loud is a good idea, there are a lot of puns.
posted by dagnyscott at 11:51 AM on March 6, 2001
Case in point: I love the fiction of John Irving and began reading it before immersing myself in the classics. But, since he inserts references to Gunter Grass, Bronte, and Dickens, among others, I was compelled to read their works. As a result, Irving's characterization of Owen Meany (drawing heavily from Oskar Matzerath in Die Blechtrommel) became even more poignant and more subversive; this is just one example. However, Irving makes it easy for you to read his influences; other authors are not as explicit.
Readers have the perogative to label a book as sleep-inducing and ought not to be compelled to read it, despite it being labelled as "classic". Their reading experience may be lessened, but that may be a better choice than reading Anna Karenina out of obligation. But, for critics to provide "expert analysis" of literature without a rigorous literary background is foolhardy at best and disingenuous at worst.
posted by Avogadro at 11:53 AM on March 6, 2001
Portrait of the Artist is probably a good introduction to him - it starts off easy and gets more complex as the character ages. Ulysses requires at least a simple guide to help clarify the plot and for some allusions lost on those not from turn-of-the-last-century Dublin, but once you get that part I find it quite fun to see what he does with it.
posted by dnash at 12:02 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by MrMoonPie at 12:07 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by Mekon at 12:08 PM on March 6, 2001
"Literary Confessions" is such an old dinner party game, I'm loathe to participate, except that it does normally provide a good index of character. Personally? I have a physical reaction to Jane Austen novels. It took me a summer's pained force-reading to plough through Emma, and even now I can't get past the first few chapters of Pride and Prejudice without wanting to throw the book against the nearest wall.
Gleeful ignorance, though? Among literary critics, nothing says "charlatan" more clearly. Better, at least, to read the generally-accepted classics than to partake in that other game of middle-class oneupmanship: the one with lines like, "you mean you haven't read Zadie Smith?"
posted by holgate at 12:11 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by goneill at 12:35 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by Postroad at 1:05 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by owillis at 1:29 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by davidgentle at 1:41 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by MrMoonPie at 1:54 PM on March 6, 2001
And I've never even heard of Robert Musil's The Man Without Qualities, which gets a couple of mentions in the article.
posted by owen at 2:02 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by Skot at 2:11 PM on March 6, 2001
But anyone who claims to have finished Proust must provide me with proof or I won't believe it. I, for one, just cannot sit in Marcel's little velvet room without losing consciousness.
posted by argybarg at 2:12 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by snarkout at 2:45 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by Postroad at 2:46 PM on March 6, 2001
Me neither, though I tend to wait until an author's been dead for 200 years before I take a look. But didn't that article come across as a bunch of oh-so-well-read litcrits saying how they so need the time to read Proust once more, but this time in the corrected French version, dahling...
Please.
posted by holgate at 3:19 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by lagado at 3:21 PM on March 6, 2001
Incidently, it was the Ayatollah who put the hit on him, coz the book was blasphemy or some such.
posted by sonofsamiam at 3:23 PM on March 6, 2001
!!!?? Yikes… I love Austen and would happily flush Mansfield Park down the nearest head. The worst, absolutely the worst, main character *ever*. How anyone could prefer that to Emma, or Pride and Prejudice, or Persuasion. . . *mumble*
I don't think anyone should feel bad about not having read The Man Without Qualities, since I don't think there was more than a fragment of a translation untl the last ten years or so.
I've never read much Dickens either (my grandma's Reader's Digest condensed version of David Copperfield when I was about 12, the first 100 or so horrendous pages of The Pickwick Papers) but don't feel like I've missed much.
My personal perennially failed attempt at Parnassus: Proust. I've read Ulysses, Finnegans Wake, The Satanic Verses, Middlemarch (the *best*), War and Peace (a page-turner, actually), Les Miserables (tripe), The Brothers Karamazov… but in Proust, I met my match.
Modern recommendations for 19th-century-challenged readers:
- if you think you might like Austen or Eliot, try Margaret Drabble, who I think is their modern counterpart.
- If you think you might like Dickens, try The Quincunx by Charles Palliser. All the exuberance of plot with none of the fat.
- And no matter what, try the Aubrey-Maturin novels by Patrick O'Brian.
posted by snarkout at 3:59 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by bluishorange at 4:07 PM on March 6, 2001
bluishorange: why?
posted by rodii at 4:12 PM on March 6, 2001
Ooh, we could have a summarizing Proust competition!
posted by dagnyscott at 4:22 PM on March 6, 2001
had to try four times to get through moby dick; I've read dubliners and portrait but never finished ulysses or even attempted finnegans wake.
I have the faerie queen but I haven't even tried to start it yet.
I could never stand thoreau and emerson: too namby-pamby for me. never got through any george eliot, though I started one once.
I don't get the russians. I want to, I just don't. it sort of goes past me somehow.
I don't think I ever finished any chaucer.
rcb
posted by rebeccablood at 4:28 PM on March 6, 2001
rcb
posted by rebeccablood at 4:29 PM on March 6, 2001
anyway, found and blogged this earlier today---very pertinent to this discussion. True confessions of a lit-geek who hated most of what she was assigned, wrapping up with a *very* long *very* scary list of tomes that positively *must* be read in order for one to rightly claim to be "well-read".
by the looks of it i'll go to my grave blissfully ignorant ;>
posted by Sapphireblue at 4:40 PM on March 6, 2001
100 years of solitude: Didn't grab me.
The book of laughter and forgeting: also failed to grab me but it's my best friends favourite book so I ought to try some more.
Ulysses: I may read it someday. It's probably one of those books that's difficult to read on screen..
Proust: Got the first bit but I'm not sure that I feel like reading it yet.
I think a lot of this stuff (in my case) is just mental baggage I'm carrying around at the moment.
Gravity's Rainbow: A tip for the daunted: Yes it can be read (if never fully understood). If you haven't got past the end of the 1st section (there are 4) then at least head for that. It's only 170 pages and section 2 is much easier. By the time you finish that you ought to be too enmeshed in the thing to want to stop. It did take me several months to read (as compared with Cryptonomicon which took me 3 days).
[Goes away and actually reads the article in question. Has a think. Comes back with scowl on face].
Am I the only person who thinks that this whole excercise is just a tad elitist? How are average people supposed to find out about this stuff? I hope that it's only a sin to not have read a "great" book if you've actually heard of the thing. I had no idea who Joyce, or many of these other writers, were until I started searching about for stuff on the internet. How are we supposed to know?
posted by davidgentle at 4:52 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by jess at 4:57 PM on March 6, 2001
This is why god made so many different kids of apples.
posted by Postroad at 5:25 PM on March 6, 2001
And not one I like, dammit. Which is why I buy genetically enhanced apples. Yum.
posted by gleemax at 5:36 PM on March 6, 2001
Wow, really? I hadn't heard of The Man Without Qualities, but Joyce is one of the more famous "serious" writers of the 20th century. John Huston (The Maltese Falcoln, The Man Who Would Be King) made a halfway decent adaption of his short story "The Dead".
Geh. The Faerie Queen. Up there with Wordsworth's "Prelude" on the "things I was assigned in college that I only skimmed after repeated attempts at thorough reading" list.
Rodii, that may be true, but you'll recall that the damnable Wallace Nussbaum (Napoleon of Crime) came out on top in that encounter. Come to think of it, has anyone seen Pynchon and Nussbaum in the same place at the same time?
(What I'm talking about.)
posted by snarkout at 6:07 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by rodii at 6:37 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by davidgentle at 7:20 PM on March 6, 2001
Jorn at Robot Wisdom is something of a Joyce nut; there are probably resources available there.
(And shame on the person whose great confession was that s/he couldn't read the Old Testament in the original. Phht.)
posted by snarkout at 7:58 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by snarkout at 8:10 PM on March 6, 2001
On Joyce: Portrait, though it maybe "easier" by some standard than Ulysses, is also (do I need to say "IMHO" here?) desperately dull and Stephen Dedalus is a self-pitying, self-absorbed creep. Ulysses, on the other hand, is funny as hell, and Leopold Bloom is altogether a more likeable guy. (Not that protagonist-likeability is the measure of great literature.) Can't go wrong with Dubliners, though.
You know who I have never been able to get through? Henry James. Has anyone?
posted by rodii at 8:13 PM on March 6, 2001 [1 favorite]
posted by davidgentle at 9:08 PM on March 6, 2001
Yes, Ulysses is difficult, in that I would very much recommend getting a guide to go with it, such as The New Bloomsday Book. However, it's definitely worth it. I also think it's a book that you need to read at the right time; I approached it a couple of times and it didn't spark for me, but when it did, I assure you that reading it didn't feel like an exercise. By the way, I can attest from personal acquaintance that there are actual Joyce scholars who either haven't read Finnegans Wake in its entirety or don't feel confident enough about it to make any public statements about it.
Meanwhile, I have yet to get through Gravity's Rainbow even though I know very well I would love it if I could just muster up the required sustained attention. Perhaps over the summer. For some reason I couldn't get myself to read very far in Ishmael Reed's Mumbo Jumbo or anything by Milan Kundera. Oh well, perhaps the time will come.
Middlemarch, on the other hand, is really great--I swear--though slow to get going. It's so intriguingly and delightfully fair-minded. But if you feel great distress when confronted with leisurely 19th century prose, with all its attention to social detail, I suppose you might never like it.
posted by redfoxtail at 9:13 PM on March 6, 2001
Oh, Kundera... There's someone I've never even bothered with. (Unlike Rushdie -- I tried Midnight's Children a couple of time, and lost interest.)
posted by snarkout at 9:52 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by methylsalicylate at 9:59 PM on March 6, 2001
posted by Optamystic at 10:51 PM on March 6, 2001
I love Portrait. I've read the first three pages of Ulysses about twenty-five times, but I'm confident that I'll get through it eventually. Then I'm going to learn six languages and read Finnegeans Wake from cover to cover, backwards.
I have a degree in English from a big old University, but I have never read Middlemarch, and I refuse to read it on principle, whatever that principle might be. Ditto for the Bronte sisters. I've actually only read a few chapters of Moby Dick, though I did like the parts I read. I skimmed through Paradise Lost. I'm not sure if I ever actually read any Austen. I think Charles Dickens should have been banished to a tower room, and then guillotined in Two or Three Cities, for what he did to English Literature. Better yet, let's drag him around from the back of a cart in very slow, long, deliberate grandiose movements that never seem to get on with it. We'll kill him over the course of several installments.
Better yet: put Dickens, Wordsworth, James Fenimore Cooper, Thoreau, Robert Frost, Hemingway, and Ann Raynd into a big pit and let them claw each other to death. Meanwhile, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Blake, Keats, Swift, Twain, Whitman, Faulkner, Hughes, Warren, Steinbeck, Wright, and Bradbury will be standing on the edge of the pit, pointing and laughing. I'll be near them, trying to decide whether or not to push in Fitzgerald.
Has anyone read Charles Brockden Brown's Weiland? It was the first American Novel, written in the late 1790s, and it's an incredible suspense story narrated by a woman. Few people I meet have heard of the book, let alone read it. It might be my favorite novel, ever. Russel Hoban's Riddley Walker is up there, too.
Lastly, I've just examined my bookshelf, and it appears that I own Cliff's Notes for Last of the Mohicans, The House of Seven Gables, and Moby Dick. So much for my literary credibility. You may disregard my opinions accordingly.
posted by sixfoot6 at 11:15 PM on March 6, 2001
Snark is definitely right about Turn of the Screw. Spooky stuff. My second favorite scary book behind The Haunting of Hill House, which was unfortunately turned into a terrrrrible movie.
The Satanic Verses is on the shelf off books I've started and hope to finish, along with Johnny Got His Gun and The Electric Kool-aid Acid Test.
My own personal literary nemesis is Dickens. I can't stand the guy. I was forced to read Great Expectations in high school, and I read about four pages of Tale of Two Cities.
posted by krakedhalo at 12:20 AM on March 7, 2001
Dickens I have never had much time for, though I've ploughed through a couple of novels. The Brontes? Never. George Eliot? Only The Mill On The Floss.
Joyce is best read when slightly drunk. In Portrait you're not supposed to like Dedalus, I don't think. He's an oick of the first order. Bloom in Ulysses is much more interesting.
Rushdie an invigorating read once you get past the initial block. He's got everything, although I think he relies too much on old tricks these days.
I was a voracious reader as a teenager, and hit the books hard at University - but even then you could get away with not reading much.
posted by blastboy at 1:45 AM on March 7, 2001
See, it's this American compulsion to cite Ayn Rand as a novelist and a philosopher, when she's neither.
There's a list worth making of books that you'd think would be daunting, but are actually good bedtime reads. And lots of eighteenth-century types fit the bill: Swift, for sure; Fielding, if you take it a couple of chapters at a time to absorb the mood; even a bit of Fanny Burney or Smollett. I think it's something to do with the genre being barely out of nappies: on the one hand, everything's experimental, but nothing's deliberately obscurantist. It's all very readerly.
(Finally: The Golden Bowl creeps out in the US next month. Now that's an unfilmable novel. And a barely-readable one, that I can't help admiring while never ever wanting to look at again.)
posted by holgate at 3:31 AM on March 7, 2001
Can't stick:
• Joyce - except for in the shorter tales, he bores me. FW is a hypertedious game for tedious text twisters.
• Faulkner - feh
• Steinbeck
• anything 'Beat'
• science fiction and fantasy - not since I was a kid, anyway
• politics masquerading as fiction
Can't be bothered, too lazy, maybe some day, maybe not:
• Proust
• Tolstoy
• Orwell
• George Eliot
• Thackeray - Vanity Fair
• Kafka
• Mann
• Milton - Paradise Lost - I keep picking it up and dropping it
• Swift - Gulliver's Travels
But like:
• Dickens - Pickwick Papers, Tale of Two Cities, Great Expectations, Christmas Carol, David Copperfield, Oliver Twist, Hard Times, Bleak House
• Austen - Pride and Prejudice
• Melville - MD and the short stories or novellas or whatever they are
• Chaucer - CT is wonderful, funny
• anonymous - Sir Gawain and the Green Knight - fabulous
• Shakespeare - the best ones, about a dozen or so plays, plus the sonnets and his other poetry
• Turgenev - something like 'Tales from a Hunter's Album'?
• Dostoevsky - Crime and Punishment, Notes From The Underground
• Gogol - short stories
• Gorky - autobiography (three volumes)
• Hawthorne - short stories, Scarlet Letter, Seven Gables
• F. Scott Fitzgerald - guess
• Mararet Atwood - novels and poems
• Hemingway - novels and short stories
• Henry James - Portrait of a Lady, Daisy Miller, Aspern Papers, Turn of the Screw
• Raymond Carver - short stories, not the poems
• Emily Bronte - Wuthering Heights
• Flaubert - Madame Bovary
• Hardy - Tess of the d'Urbervilles
• Chekhov - stories, not (embarrassingly) the plays
• Somerset Maugham - Of Human Bondage, Razor's Edge, Cakes and Ale, stories, Moon and Sixpence
• Borges - stories, some poems
• Conrad - Heart of Darkness, Secret Agent, Nigger of the Narcissus
• Forster - A Room with a View
• Defoe - Robinson Crusoe
• Voltaire - Candide
• Gabriel Garcia Marquez - One Hundred Years of Solitude
• Nabokov - Lolita, Pale Fire
• Wodehouse - anything
posted by pracowity at 3:36 AM on March 7, 2001
posted by sudama at 4:51 AM on March 7, 2001
> and a philosopher, when she's neither.
Hee hee. Yes, Rand is bad no matter how you look at her.
posted by pracowity at 4:59 AM on March 7, 2001
I like to think that I'm just easily distracted.
posted by Caffa at 5:08 AM on March 7, 2001
posted by argybarg at 6:43 AM on March 7, 2001
The list of things I haven't read is far too long to list here. Hopefully I'll remedy that eventually. Pretty much anything old and British except Shakespeare, Wuthering Heights, Tale of two Cities, and just a handful of poems. And anything French, I haven't read any French guys except Ionesco, who I love, but isn't really a classic (yet).
And I mentioned my love for Kafka in another thread recently, but I'm studying German, I love weird dudes like him.
posted by dagnyscott at 6:52 AM on March 7, 2001
Literary guilt is almost always misplaced. I used to suffer from it, but nowadays, if something doesn't speak to me, I either blame the author or figure there's just some sort of mismatch between the author and me.
I also think that as people change over time, their literary tastes change. When I was a freshman, my professor in "Major English Novels" ended the course with Lady Chatterly's Lover. She said that in the past she'd finished with A Passage to India but had reluctantly come to the conclusion that it was a book best understood by people over 35. (This same professor did, however, force us to read Tristram Shandy, and I couldn't do it; a few years later, I did force myself to read it, but I was still afflicted with literary guilt in those days.) Another professor told me the same thing about Moby Dick, except he said over 40. I tried MD a few years ago, at ~35, and I still didn't get it. I've recently turned 40, so perhaps I'll try again. But perhaps I'll wait until after I'm dead, just to make sure that I'm really old enough.
I've experienced this phenomenon numerous times. As a freshman, I had no appreciation for the subtleties of Pride and Prejudice, and now it's one of my very favorite books (although if forced to choose one Jane Austen novel to take into the next life, I'd go with Emma).
As for Joyce, I cannot help mentioning that in my last semester at college, I took a seminar "Ulysses and the Great Moderns." I did not like Ulysses. I found it very clever but hollow. Still, I forced myself to read it twice, and I'm very proud that I was able to do that. It's probably true that Finnegan's Wake makes more sense read aloud, but it's a big book. That would take a long, long time, and couldn't you better spend that time building your paper clip collection?
Over time, I've found that there's very little I can't read. There are things I won't read. Fitzgerald and Hemingway head that list.
The only book that I've really regretted being unable to read is Gravity's Rainbow. I tried in college (after enjoying The Crying of Lot 49) but just couldn't get into it. When I was about 30, I tried again, and I very much enjoyed it, but when I got halfway through, I mislaid the book and didn't find it for about six weeks. By that time, all the balls that I'd been mentally juggling to have some hope of following the story had fallen, and it was either reread the first 300 pages or admit defeat. Maybe someday.
Although I find literary guilt pointless, other people's literary tastes still influence how I look at those people. Books that I like fall into two camps, which are epitomized by Dickens and Austen. I adore Dickens, but he's unquestionably excessive. I find his excess entertaining and thrilling and somehow honest. But if you don't like Dickens, I understand why. Austen is a different matter entirely. If you don't like her work, it tells me that you have no appreciation for subtlety and truly fine writing. If you're over 24 and don't like Austen, at some level I'm always going to consider you a Philistine. The same holds for Middlemarch, but to a lesser degree, and only if you're over 35. If you don't like Faulkner, I won't hold it against you, but I will pity you.
posted by anapestic at 6:56 AM on March 7, 2001
posted by anapestic at 6:57 AM on March 7, 2001
I don't get this. I hate Ayn Rand as much as the next guy, but how can you argue Rand's not a novelist?
And, give me a definition for philosophy which holds for, say, Plato, but not for Rand? (The only one I can possibly come up with is that Plato is shelved in the philosophy section of Barnes and Noble, but Rand isn't.)
posted by MarkAnd at 7:27 AM on March 7, 2001
Sheer outrageous hyperbole. I'm reminded of Woolf's withering comment that the Sitwells belonged to the history of publishing, not literature.
anapestic: If you're over 24 and don't like Austen, at some level I'm always going to consider you a Philistine.
Heh. My supervisor said the same of me (verbatim: "well, you obviously have no sense of humour"); and I had a long, interesting conversation with a professor at NYU over my allergy to Austen, and my attempts to rationalise it. (And I truly consider it an intellectual allergy; I really want to appreciate her "subtlety" in the way that I'm attuned to Pope, Johnson, Addison et al -- Austen's stylistic forefathers -- but it's like sticking needles in my eyes.)
As for Tristram Shandy: it's funny. Really, really funny, in a smart and silly way that's emulated by just a few modernish authors, such as Flann O'Brien. (Read At Swim-Two-Birds. Now.)
posted by holgate at 7:56 AM on March 7, 2001
I support the thumbs-up for The Quincunx - it's a good read. It is dense, but it comes with the benefit of having a dramatis personae of sorts at the back, so unlike the impenetrable Dickensian novels, it's easy to figure out who's doing what, and to whom.
Actually, in terms of Dickens, I hated him until I read Great Expectations. I was doing that uni "night-before-paper-due-read-book-and-write-essay" thing, and was actually enthralled by the story. The fact that it managed to break me out of that "fucking essay!" apathy made me realise why it's a classic. Ditto with Moby Dick, though since that damn miniseries, I can't help but picture Patrick Stewart as Ahab, which isn't a good thing.
Re: Joyce - hated Portrait but dug Ulysses. Like a lot of Perec's stuff, when you accept that it's written to a schedule, and that each chapter follows a particular set of rules, it's fun to read. Though I'm sure he'd hate that. And as wankily lit-student as it sounds, it's really a book that benefits from rereading. I haven't had the intestinal fortitude to tackle Finnegans Wake yet. I'm not going to, either.
I guess the thing about "classic" books is that you really have to be in the right mindset to read them. I've got the Musil and Tristram Shandy sitting on the shelf, but just haven't been at the right place to make a go of them. Too used to inhaling modern novels, perhaps.
And At Swim Two-Birds is great, too. It's more fucked-up than Pynchon, if you can imagine.
posted by captainfez at 8:18 AM on March 7, 2001
A pint of plain is your only man.
posted by Caffa at 8:20 AM on March 7, 2001
posted by Caffa at 8:47 AM on March 7, 2001
Modern classics . . . man, folks, say it with me: Richard Powers. Galatea 2.2 and the phenomenally wonderful Gold Bug Variations. Don't miss them. The man is a wizard.
posted by Skot at 8:57 AM on March 7, 2001
Personally, I liked The Poor Mouth better, but that's only much fun if you've read any of the Blasket writers.
posted by blastboy at 9:43 AM on March 7, 2001
As for what I myself haven't read: Proust (I look at all those six volumes of the new Modern Library editions and think how can I ever get through all that) and Gravity's Rainbow has been on my list ever since Laurie Anderson's "Mister Heartbreak" album, which includes a song inspired by it. Haven't read any Jane Austen, George Eliot, or Virigina Woolf. And barely touched Dickens.
posted by dnash at 10:10 AM on March 7, 2001
I have too many gaps to count, and unfortunately am not yet above literary guilt. But I'll second any votes for Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man read that one in college and thoroughly enjoyed it. And Virginia Woolf's long been on my guilty list...I'm beginning to feel a need to go to the bookstore suddenly.
posted by raku at 11:10 AM on March 7, 2001
Absolutely. And some great books are hard reads, just as some great pieces of music are hard listens. There's no great shame in slobbing out and reading Michael fucking Crichton if it's the alternative to the airline magazine. Just don't publish a doctoral thesis on its literary merits and expect to be recruited by the TLS.
(Though I actually find flights a good time for uninterrupted "hard" reading: I used a transatlantic trip to read Ben Marcus's The Age of Wire and String, which is a fine, fine book, but definitely not light work.)
posted by holgate at 11:56 AM on March 7, 2001
posted by dagnyscott at 12:08 PM on March 7, 2001
And I don't even consider myself well-read. (so there)
posted by tj at 12:47 PM on March 7, 2001
I've never even read Virginia Woolf until college, and then suddenly I was assigned three of her novels over two semesters (and Michael Cunningham's overrated The Hours to boot). To the Lighthouse completely blew me away, and is currently my favorite novel. And this completely annoys me: she's been on my "oh I should read her since I vaguely heard she's important" list for a while now, and when I'm finally given an incentive to read it I never realized what I'd been missing all this time. The more I read, the more I realize that "filling in the holes in my swiss cheese of a personal library" is, in truth, completely reversed. I honestly don't see how anyone could attain even a semblence of swiss cheese in their "well-readness" without decades of dedicated reading. And I just haven't been on Earth that long.
So I'm taking notes on the books mentioned here, to see which gems I've got to make sure not to miss (like I almost did with Woolf). I've already noted several on my own will-read list mentioned here (like Ulysses, even though I disliked Portrait). I'm sure that this collection of literary regrets from the all-knowing MeFi's (cough) will prove interesting. :-)
posted by DaShiv at 1:04 PM on March 7, 2001
But I'm obviously a literary dunce, because I've never read any Russian guys or Bronte or Proust. I tried to start Portrait... once, but never got very far. I've only ever read Tale of Two Cities and A Christmas Carol by Dickens. Only The Sun Also Rises (I think) by Hemingway. I've never read Atwood, Fitzgerald, or Austen.
So what should a guy like me, who loves Steinbeck, Animal Farm, and Brave New World try next? Any suggestions from you literary aficianados?
posted by daveadams at 1:12 PM on March 7, 2001
However, I think I can be of help with respect to Middlemarch. The secret to that book is to read it in sittings of not less than four hours not less often than every other day. It is so huge that you need to get into its interconnected world in a serious way ... and it helps for the circumstances of your life to be such that Middlemarch is not the burden you fear, but the escape from the larger burden you fear even more. (In my case, I read the novel in a two-week period while preparing for the LSAT...)
posted by MattD at 2:26 PM on March 7, 2001
Saul Bellow: Should I even bother?
Dave, if you're looking for "Russian guys", Chekov's play Uncle Vanya is non-threatening and great; Dostoyevsky's Notes from the Underground is dense but short. And great. I've never read any of Tolstoy's longer work, but I really like Dostoyesvky. While Orwell's journalistic//straightforward prose style wasn't really the thing in the canonical novels of the 20th century, but you might want to try Hemingway (who I don't really think highly, of myself), Graham Greene or (difficult author) Thomas Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49, which I found really funny and a joy to read.
It's interesting that there's no poetry being discussed, but maybe familiarity "well-readness" no longer requires familiarity with Donne or Shelley, much less Ashbery or Rothke.
posted by snarkout at 3:02 PM on March 7, 2001
Faulkner is a huge blind spot for me. In college I was assigned Sanctuary, which a good number of people seem to think is Faulkner's worst book, and I've never been able to muster up the urge to return (although I have two of his other books currently on my shelf).
I tend to focus on postmodern literature, so I don't feel much shame at having not read much Austen or writers of her ilk, but I feel embarassed at my failure to complete Gravity's Rainbow or Vineland, since Pynchon is like the big daddy of postmodern American lit. I get three quarters of the way through and then everything implodes. I was 100 pages away from the finish line with Rainbow when I gave up. I did read The Crying of Lot 49 and I still love it.
I haven't read enough of the Bible! I've only given Genesis, Exodus, Job, and two of the four New Testament gospels a serious read. Other major world religious texts are a total blank.
The Odyssey and the Iliad are on my "must read before dying" list, but no luck so far. Ovid's Metamorphoses. I read Dante's Inferno a few summers ago (Pinsky translation) and was glad I did.
posted by jbushnell at 5:03 PM on March 7, 2001
posted by davidgentle at 5:27 PM on March 7, 2001
We can reconstruct Shakespeare's library, more or less, from the stories he shamelessly purloins for his plays, and the allusions he makes, as well as knowing the "standard library" for a literate actor-playwright c. 1600. Even with his little Latin and less Greek, that was quite a bit to get through; a classicist such as Jonson was even better-read. But back then, there were no newspapers as such, nor periodicals: in short, if you could get hold of a book, it was probably a Great Work of Literature. (Or theology.) But that was before Galileo, Hooke and Newton, and the splintering of discourses and flourishing of the presses which made the pursuit of a complete, learned "knowledge of the world" increasingly futile.
That sounds depressing, but Eliot (T. S.) had this to say: 'Some one said: "The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did." Precisely, and they are that which we know.'
posted by holgate at 5:32 PM on March 7, 2001
Of course, volumes of poetry don't sell nearly as well as novels do, either. These has to be a publisher's conspiracy in education somewhere! (A hopeless attempt at sarcasm by a student of poetry, but who knows...)
Some light on the situation would be appreciated.
posted by DaShiv at 6:14 PM on March 7, 2001
I think a library of 500 volumes would have done just about any 19th c. reader proud and would have left him feeling that he had pretty much covered everything worth reading. Of course, that's a Western perspective, but at that point, I don't think Eastern works were considered essential to the average educated reader (Dorothea Brooke's comments about wanting to marry a man who could teach her Hebrew notwithstanding).
That's one book a week for ten years. Even if all of those books were of Dickensian or Trollopian length, you could manage that, if you didn't have a job or Metafilter to worry about.
By the time Joyce, Proust, Woolf, Kafka and others were writing, that was all blown out of the water. It's great to have so many choices, of course, but it's sad that our cultural literacy is now based on television instead of literature. I wish there were some way to make sure that everyone graduating high school had read the same core of perhaps 50 books. That way there would always be a common body of literature to refer to, so you wouldn't always have to talk about either sports or Survivor.
posted by anapestic at 6:31 PM on March 7, 2001
posted by methylsalicylate at 10:05 PM on March 7, 2001
I do.
> So what's your minimal library?
I like two of yours (the Maugham and the Nabokov) very, very much. I know nothing about Duras. Tell us more, please.
If I were going to be away from books for some time, I might smuggle Hamlet, either Palgrave's Golden Treasury or the Oxford Book of English Verse, and maybe a good Wodehouse collection away in my pack.
posted by pracowity at 11:54 PM on March 7, 2001
I remember reading, in Paul Fussell's The Great war and Modern Memory, that soldiers in the trenches had a remarkably literary culture, based on intense reading of canonical works of literature: the Oxford Book of English Verse, edited by Quiller-Couch, Browne, Milton, and so on. I also remember finding a list of books from Wilfred Owen's library (in a biography by Dominic Hibberd, I think) - there were about 500 of them all told, and they included a fairly standard selection of novelists and poets - Tennyson, Thackeray - as well as some of the Georgian poets. So 500 seems a reasonable estimate (bearing in mind that although Owen was a poet and therefore might be expected to have a few books, he was also 24 when he was killed).
I think what this indicates is, as anapestic points out, the fracturing of the idea of a canon in the second half of the twentieth century. But I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, though it does mean that there's no longer any such thing as *a* literary culture like that of the WWI trenches. For a start, it might come to mean that people who might enjoy reading aren't forced to plough through fat novels and poems they hate in the name of the canon. I know whereof I speak - I did Thomas Hardy's poetry for GCSE and A-level, and The Mayor of Casterbridge at A-level and now I cannot stand the work of one of the greats of English literature. Maybe if I hadn't been spoon-fed too much Hardy I might now be able to appreciate it.
posted by Caffa at 2:41 AM on March 8, 2001
I guess the thing about classical/canonical literature is all about how it's presented initially. And in my case, that's associated with uni/school education. You read according to your own tastes once you're out of school, but in school you're reliant on how something's presented to make your impressions of it. If it's a drag to learn, it's a drag to read - I've discovered that with some authors, and gone back to read them (Austen, particularly) to discover that it's not as bad as I remembered, and quite enjoyable, in fact. But my overwhelming sense of irritation of the work had stemmed from the fact that it was presented as a creaky tome *initially*, not as something worth reading.
In school - and at university, too - I was lucky enough to have a couple of teachers that made it all seem worthwhile. Sure, it's childish to speak in Blackadder's voice while doing Richard III or to ask a class if Wuthering Heights' Heathcliff is a dickhead or not, but it's that sort of easy approach that makes people (well, me, though maybe I'm not representative) want to read stuff. History tends to be just as dry to read, but it's always injected with that element of "this actually happened!" or "this is relevant!", so people seem to regard it as less of a drag than lit. I know people who'd hate reading an 18th century novel but would practically salivate when presented with the chance to read some Tacitus. Weird.
Even in university, it wasn't until I got into my final two years and discovered two lecturers (Don Anderson and Dave Kelly, for anyone who might know 'em) - who were open-minded enough to let their charges throw rocks at these sacred textual cows - that I really started to *enjoy* what I was studying. I'd taken it in before, but when there's an involvement in the text, that's when reading becomes (kill me now) fun. Maybe the literature cringe is down to bored tastes from bored teachers?
Interesting segue: Murakami's Norwegian Wood suggests that a good yardstick of a novelist is that they've got to be dead for thirty years before they're worth reading. I wonder...
posted by captainfez at 3:39 AM on March 8, 2001
Boswell's Life of Johnson: though it's a fair wodge of book, it's an encyclopaedia of what it means to be human.
Caffa: I'm lucky enough to have seen Wilfred Owen's library, in the state he left it, re-shelved at the Oxford English faculty. It's quite remarkable: dozens of tiny Everyman and World's Classic hardback editions, india paper duodecimos made for the popular market. Lots and lots of nineteenth-century -- I particularly remember the Keats and Shelley volumes, set apart from the rest and obviously read to the point of distraction -- but earlier authors as well. Books that you could slip into a jacket pocket without it showing.
(If you're ever on a day-trip out to Oxford during the week, take a visit.)
posted by holgate at 3:41 AM on March 8, 2001
> the week, take a visit.)
But don't slip any of poor Wilfred's books into your jacket pocket.
posted by pracowity at 3:48 AM on March 8, 2001
It would take some effort: I think the metal grille and glass fronting for the shelves is a recent addition ;)
Little point: the "canon", or at least the notion of a canon, comes from the publishers' collections of the late 18th century, which came about because of a change to copyright law making older texts public domain. Like Penguin reprints, these editions were distinguished by the modern notable paid to write the introductions. (That's where Johnson's Lives of the Poets comes from.)
In short, the "canon" was invented to sell books. And the same principle underpins the Norton anthology today. The result? Many authors are canonical and unread; others are worth reading and inaccessible, since their books are long out of print. (It took a lot of effort from Joyceans to get Svevo's La coscienza di Zeno reissued.)
posted by holgate at 4:59 AM on March 8, 2001
I agree with you, Captain Fez, that often it's the way in which a text is taught that makes or mars it for the student. Part of my problem with Hardy stemmed from the fact that we were not allowed to criticise the work which I found particularly annoying. I mean, 'wan wistlessness' - for goodness' sake...
posted by Caffa at 5:02 AM on March 8, 2001
But if I had to....
Fortunately, the complete works of Shakespeare are available in one book. The same is true for Jane Austen. I'd have to toss in Our Mutual Friend and Bleak House for my required Dickens fix. I don't think I could get by without Absalom! Absalom! and Light in August. That's six. I'm traumatized just thinking about it.
posted by anapestic at 6:53 AM on March 8, 2001
The one thing those three books have in common is that they are (somewhat, anyway) about hopeless love. What strikes me about The Lover is that it is written from the point of view of the object of that affection, which is a rare-ish thing, and that she writes so simply and with such empathy. It was recently made into a crappy film which you should avoid along with all film adaptations of Lolita and Of Human Bondage [aside: Gwyneth Paltrow, even as overexposed as she is, would make the most perfect Mildred, don't you think?].
The minimal library concept is just that - minimal. I'd love to have all of Margaret Atwood's work on hand at all times, sure; Hardy and Mann absolutely shatter me; Kingsley Amis deserves a mention; Siri Hustvedt's The Blindfold is the one book I've given as a gift more than any other. But those three are the ones I could read to the end and start right over again, forever. They're the desert island collection: given a steady source of food and fresh water, I'm not sure I'd want to be rescued.
posted by methylsalicylate at 7:36 AM on March 8, 2001
Minimal library:
Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities.
Jorge Luis Borges' Labyrinths.
These two (slim) books contain more universes than one could fully explore in a single lifetime.
posted by jbushnell at 7:43 AM on March 8, 2001
I'd take The Cantos (and no, I'm not a fascist) and the Bible (no, I'm not a Christian) and probably Shakespeare's Sonnets. If I were to take any Nabokov it would be Ada, not Lolita (which is another one of those books I just could not finish).
One of the forces that led to the idea of a canon (in the new world, anyway) is the impossibility of transporting one's library to the Colonies. The idea of a canonical selection of works to start anew with seems to have gotten deeply embedded in the American psyche because of that. Thus we have the "three-foot shelf of books" idea in various guises in the US--and why various people that for some reason didn't make the cut (like Sir Thomas Browne) are canonical in the UK but virtually unknown in the US.
posted by rodii at 9:47 AM on March 9, 2001
Playing desert island disks: The Secret Agent (Conrad), To the Lighthouse (Woolf), and A Maggot (John Fowles) to go with my Shakespeare and Bible.
posted by snarkout at 6:31 PM on March 9, 2001
For some reson I've never read If on a winter's night a traveller. I've always wanted to.
posted by rodii at 9:27 AM on March 10, 2001
I can only think of one book that would be indispensible if stranded, and it's a weird one: John Irving's Hotel New Hampshire. I know, I know . . . it's not even Irving's "best," but there's something about it that just tugs at me every time. It's like visiting a very old friend. That and the fact that it's an extended homage to The Great Gatsby . . . aw, jeez. I dunno. It's just my favorite, is all.
posted by Skot at 4:29 PM on March 10, 2001
I've reread Pale Fire two or three times, and liked it more each time. Sine I don't have to deal with lunatic professors at this stage of my life, though, I'm not sure if I'd still like it as much.
posted by snarkout at 7:10 PM on March 10, 2001
This is the last post.
posted by lagado at 7:21 PM on July 16, 2001
and the first shall be last.
That's me!
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