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have Monet, what's the point of also in-

cluding a vapid beach scene by an aca-

demic Impressionist like the Spaniard
joaqtiin Sorolla y Bastida? "Rings" asks
too much of sotne artists, while others
are presented at far less than their full
strength in order to shoehorn them
into the scheme. Ingres's gigantic Na-
polemi Enthroned (1806), which hangs
near Rubens's Arch ofFerdinund, is hope-
less, an ice-cold surface with none of
the painter's invitingly ambiguous un-
dercurrents. Great art is not necessar-
ily emotionally direct. I would have
thought that Brown understood that;
if so, he's not sharing the secret with
visitors to the Olympics.
"Rings" is aesthetic deniagoguery, and
so far as [. Carter Brown is concerned
Atlanta is only the beginning. In dis-
cussing the show, Brown has said that he
hopes to carry the concept to a "poten-
tial audience that lies heyvnd Atlanta and
the Olympic Ciames." He may have the
wherewithal. As the chairman of Ova-
tion, Inc., a new fine arts TV network,
and a senior adviser and consuhing edi*
tor at (^orbis, the corporation that Bill
Gates has founded to create an interna-
tional cornptiter image lihrary and pro-
dtice art-related CD-ROMs, Brown can
help shape the electronic universe whet e
education and entertainment overlap.
Apparently the stakes have become so
high ihat art is practically beside the
point. At the conclusion of "Rings,"
Matisse's Dance (llj is hanging on the wall
and Mahler is coming throtigh the head-
phones and Brown is intoning, "Inter-
connectedness . . . rings . . . passion. It's
what makes usall of ushuman."
Wlien you're talking like this, paintings
onlv get in the way. Dame (llj h an exhila-
rating fusion of opulence and simplicity,
btit Brown has gone Matisse one better:
he's telling tis about life.
The B oob y Trap
Great Books: My Adventures with Homer,
Rousseau, Woolf, and Other Indestructible
Writers of t he Western World
by David Denby
(Simon and Schuster, 4 9 2 p p . , $ 3 0 )
n an original solution to what
he calls his "mid-life crisis,"
David Denhy, the movie critic
of Xeiv imA magazine, decided
in 1991, at the age of 48, to go back to
Columbia and reread the Great Books
that he had encountered thirty years
before in the college's two famous
cotirses, C.C., or (^ontemporarv C'ivili/a-
tion, and Lit Hum. or Literature Hti-
manities. From the beginning, Denby
seems to have had the idea of writing a
book about his experience. He wanted,
he says, not only "to fnid out what actti-
ally went on in classt ootns" in these days
of the ctilture wars, but also "to add my
words to the debate from the gronnd
up." He was eager to write "an adventtue
book ... and also a naive book, an ama-
teur's bookin other words, a folly."
Denby chose the right descriptions.
His book is naive, amateurish and a
folly. The author's "adventures" among
masterpieces suggest that one is more
impermeable at the age of 48 than at the
age of 18. Try as he may to stiggest that
he is growing and changing as he re-
encoiinters the Great Books, his account
suggests a man coming into the field
with bis mind made up. Take, for in-
stance, his prefatory remarks about his
I.ike many others, I was jaded yet still
hungry; I was cast into the modern state of
livin^-in-lhc-nicdia, a state of excitement
needled wilh disgust. At the t'ud ui the ceii-
liiry, the end (eveni) of the millennitmi,
the media tineaten to take over altogether
and push literaUire out of sii;hl, and my
disgust was tinged with intense emotions I
eonldn'l qnite pin downnostalgia, regiei,
anger, even despair.... 1 sensed my identity
had softened and merged into the atmo-
sphere of representation My own mem-
ories were lapsing ont into the log of media
life, the tnilived lite as spectator.
Since books, too, are instatices of "i epre-
sentation," it's hard to see what good
more representations (in printed form)
might do for a man sick of spectator-
ship. And the millennial threats are
overplayed. Not everybody is as over-
whelmed as Denby seems to be by "the
modern state of living-in-the-media,"
and he isn't the fnst knell-ringer of
books. Annvay, it is unlikely that an evo
ltitionary mechanism so advantageotis
as language is going to stop peribniiing
its usual operations with words (from
pvms to poems) any time soon. But lei us
follow the jaded yet hungry, excited but
disgusted narrator into the Columbia
Denby explains C^olumbia's famous
requircd-of-all-sttidents courses:
The ffeneral reader need know oniy [hat
C'.(^. grew ont of (^olinnhia's War Issnes
conrse offered during the First World War
and was considered from the beginning
a defense of Western civilization: and that
Lit Ihnii (or Hnmanities A. as it was hii-
lialh called) emerged in 1937 from a Gen-
eral Honors conrse developed by teaciier
and editor John Erskine over a period of
Denby grasps that at least one of these
courses might be pectiliar. I don't know
if the Columbia archives would bear him
otit. btit he avers that
from ilie heginiiing, Lit Hum was intended
to enshiine the liteialmc of Christian Eur-
ope in a ct>llege increasingly pi>piilated hy
the children of Eastern or Southern Enri>-
pean imniigranisthe imwashed hni not
nnwashable Jews and Italians who needed
to he assimilated inui the larger culture of
the country.
Against this assertion, I can only say that
in 1937 there were rather few of the
great luiwashed enrolled in Coltimbia
College: and John Erskine, in putting
together a fall semester of ancient Greek
and Latin wiiters in his cotirse, was
hardly etishrining (with the exception of
Augtistine) the "literature of (Christian
Europe." It might more trtily be said
that he was enshrining Anglophilia, fhe
second semester of lJt Hum incltided
Dante and Goethe, but it also inehided
Spinoza; and a fair number of the wi ii-
ets on the list of 1937 who might be said
by Denby to belong to "Christian Eur-
ope" were also on another and more
powerful list, Rome's Index of Forbid-
den Books: Machiavelli, Rabelais, Rous-
seati and Voltaire, among otliei's.
By so conspicuously tailing Etnxipe
"Christian Europe," Denby exhibits the
nuiddled thinking ihat pervades his
book. "Christianity" and "Europe" are
far from simple concepLs, atid nobody,
asked to cite some works from "the lit-
eiatiue of Christian F.tnope." wotild be
likely to mentioti Tom /ones or C.nndide.
In fact. Lit Hum's spring list of 19H7
is lather peculiarly unrepresentative of
Christianity: "Dante" lefers. t)f course,
to the Inferno rather than the Paradiso;
"Goethe" inchtdes oniy Part I of Faiist
(no salvation there); the selection frotn
34 IHE Nr.W RtPLiBtir OCTOBER 7.1996
Moliere includes Tartuffe, in which reli-
gious hypocrisy is satirized; Rabelais's
Gargantua and Pantagfuel is robustly anti-
clerical and blasphemous; and the power
politics a{' Henry IV. Parts I and II, hardly
represent "(Christian Europe" as. say. The
W/nln's Tale, with its resnrrective image,
might represent it. Thomas Aquinas is
conspictiousiy absent, along with other
theological writers from Bonaventure to
Rolle. Even Milton, in the form of the
rctjuired Paradise Lost, hardly represents
Etnopean (Christian orthodoxy. On the
whole, if one enteied as one of the un-
washed, one would be wholeheartedly
converted, at the end of Lit Hum, to a
form of washedness that was notably
n 1961-62, when Denby first
sat throtigh Lit Hum. not too
nnich ill the second semester
had changed. The cheerful
Ihm Jones had been dropped, in those
existentialist days, in favor of Cririie and
Punishment, and Machiavelli had disap-
peared. Bits of the New Testament had
been added (no doubt because the stti-
dents had become more .sectilarand
more Jewish), as bits of the Hebrew
Bible had been added in the first, "classi-
cal." semester. Faust now included (per-
haps for the same reason) Part 11. Shake-
speare was much expanded: there was
King Lear, Antony and Cleopatra and The
By 1991, however, when Denby re-
turned to the classroom for his mid-life
tttne-up, Rabelais, Cervantes. Spinoza,
Swift. Voltaire, Dostoevsky and Part II
of Fattsl had been scratched from the
list in favor of Boccaccio, Descartes, Aus-
ten and Woolf, Paradise Lost is listed as
"optional." Shakespeare is reduced to
King Lear and a play of the instructor's
choice. Instead of Woolf, the instructor
can substitute another text. It is clear
that the subterranean discontents of stu-
dents or professors. alt)ng with cultural
change, caused the alterations. In the
tirst "classical" semester, a feeble propi-
tiatory nod to the female presence in
the student body appeared in the inser-
tion of the Homeric "Hymn to Demeter"
and selections from Sappho.
No doubt someone will write a re-
vealing book on the history of these
(hanges. But Denby is not much both-
ered by them. One selection of "Great
Books" will represent "the literature of
C'hristian Europe" as well as another.
Vet if such books have the impact that
he claims for them, it should matter
whether a student reads Aquinas or Spi-
noza, Machiavelli or Boccaccio, Austen
or Dostoevsky. Which picture of "Chris-
tian Europe" should the college aim
to purvey? As long as he is in the com-
pany of a "Great Book," Denby seems
not to care, though he sttirdily resists
Kant and Dante, and feels him-
self something of an enlightened mod-
ern crtisader in so doing. More of that
o far I have neglected the
second course, the one so
curiously evolving from
"War Issties." Known rather
bi/arrely as "Contemporary (Civiliza-
tion," it begins nevertheless with Thucy-
dides and makes its sociopolitical way
(in its present form) thiough Plato, Aris-
totle, Cicero, the Bible, Augtistine (The
City of God), Aquinas (politics and
ethics). Christine dc Pisan, Machiavelli,
Calvin, Descartes, Galileo, Hobbes and
Locke, progresses, in the spring term.
tu Rousseati, Httme. Kant, Madison,
Smith, Hegel, Marx, Mill, Woll-
stonecraft, Darwin, Nietzsche and
Ereud, Then it closes with a flurry of
choice: the instructor must select one
book from a list containing Weber.
Gramsci, Arendt. Lenin and Habermas,
and one book from a list containing
Beauvoir, MacKinnon, Rawls, Eanon,
Malcolm X, West ((>)rnel), Eoticault
and some Supreme Court decisions.
(The particular decisions are un-
specified, but I don't doubt that they
broach issues of gender or race.) The
first list of elective readings exists to sat-
isfy' academic Marxists, on the faculty or
among the students, and the second
exists to satisfy feminists or black studies
advocates. It is a sad falling-off from
Machiavelli to MacKinnon, from Des-
cartes to Malcolm X.
The list for C.C. is idea-driven. What
have writers had to say about the good
or the just or the desirable society? With
its twenty-six authors (plus parts of the
Bible), the course is a onceover-lightly:
many of the texts (the Repub lic, the Nico-
machean Ethics, the Foundations of the Me-
taphysics of Morals) are not your ordinary
coverabie-in-a-week works. Indeed, my
first emotion on beginning Denby's
book was an incredulous sympathy for
the teachers that have to frog-march
freshmen or sophomores through these
dense texts (or through dense selections
from them). Denby quotes a now-
departed instructor who thottght that
there was too much too fast. Not Denby.
He is sure that "the struggle to read seri-
ously, the hundred hours or so of semi-
nar discussion, would necessarily leave
their mark on the student." But what
mark, exactly? And is this the best way
to spend those hundred hours?
One could envisage a dilferent way
to introduce stitdents to the European
past, a way that would not be driven
solely by the idea of a good society, but
by several ideas of how to live both the
public life and the private life. Sttidents
might read the Symposium or the .Satyri-
con or the Ars Amatoria. Dialogues on
love and satires on social practice might
be considered as instrtutixe as trea-
tises on politics and ethics. Along with
Machiavelli, one might read Pascal, so
that not only government but also in-
trospection might count as an index
of "Western civilization." It's a sad re-
dtiction of "Western thought" to con-
fine it to thoughts on politics and eth-
ics. The philosophical texts in C,C. are
drawn almost entirely from political phi-
losophy and ethics, scanting almost en-
tirely the other branches of philosoph-
ical thoughtaesthetics, metaphysics,
epistemology; logic, the philosophy of
science. Wittgenstein is conspicuously
enby provides three read-
ing lists (1937, 1961, 1991)
fbi Lit Hum. but he does
not offer any earlier lists
of (C.(;. since its "War Issues" incarna-
tion, remarking only that C;.C. "has
changed the natmr of its reading lists so
radically that printing syllabi from sev-
enty or fifty years ago would serve little
purpose." There must be a story there.
Denby does not seem to realize that a
history of former radical change at
Columbia supports precisely the argu-
ment of those who would now once
again alter "the canon." Perhaps the
designers of C.C, inventing a course
under the pressure of war. felt that one
could interest students (or their teach-
ers) only in political and ethical matters.
and gave up on the other branches of
philosophy; but the result of C.C. (as I
ha\e seen it) is that most Columbia
graduates think of "ideas" as a word
referring to political or ethical concepts
rather than to aesthetic or metaphysical
Political life, in such a course, is
deemed "realer" than private life or
aesthetic life. Ideas about society and
the state are presented as more im-
portant than ideas about what Yeats
called "making [one's] soul." Even in
Lit Hum, the supposedly literary course,
the spring books chosen (except those
by women authors) are ones heavy on
"ideas" in the Columbia sense: the Con-
fessions, Montaigne, King Lear, Paradise
Lost, Descartes. Goethe. (Conrad's Heart
of Darkness was Denby's instructor's
choice in the "free" week, though other
instrtictors chose Dostoevsky or Mann or
Gide or Borges, for thematic or theoret-
ical reasons that one can easily deduce.)
Think what a different sense of Western
civilization students would have if the lit-
erature list offered the Metamorphoses,
Troilus and Criseyde, Villon, Ariosto, A
Midsummer Night's Dream, Boswell's John-
son, Keats, Beckett. Nabokov. Wbat a
send-up of solemn "ideas" as the foiui-
dation of disctission of Western culttue
such a course would be! And such a list
would be no less representative of "the
Western mind" than Lit Hum's current
enby thinks that he is
boldly taking part in the
culture wars by defending
the existence of cotn^ses
such as C.C. aud Lit Hum. But since he
never engages with (or even seems to
notice) the principles behind Colum-
bia's choice of books from the Western
canon, he cannot really touch the cen-
tral objections to such courses: that an
agenda is present, httt it is not enunci-
ated; that the books are said to be
"great" but the criteria ibr "greatness"
(beyond longevity alone) are assumed
rather than held up for inspection and
imperceptibly miuate from generation
to generation. Instead Denby bittsters
and bhmders from course to course,
sampling the teaching of various in-
str\ictors and giving (rather sparsely)
instances of the disheartening student
"discussions" of the texts.
And, most of all, chummily judging
the works he reads, as if they were the
movies of the week up for review. Dante,
for instance. Denby has a hard time with
Dante. He begins by giving samples of
pseudonymous sitident comments on
Dante. "Wiiy is he so obsessed with these
people? WTio is he to come up with
these tortures?" says one. "There are
mosques in hell. Dante is Turk-bashing,"
says another, offering "to put Dante him-
self in the circle reserved for bigots and
racists." And Denby feels pretty much
the same way:
Yes, |the Inferno] was fantasy and iTpreseii-
tatioii, not rcat lift?, but I could not rid
myself of ihc notion thai Dante had en-
tered into complicity with torture. In some
way, he believed in torttirc; he justiricd
it. In life, ilie torturer's lust for control
yields to moriality; the \ictim dies. Here
the torim;nt goes on forever. A man wotild
be tormented eternally for "barratry"for
graft Imaginel A New York pol caught
in a parking-ticket scam buiictl in excre-
ment forever!
In vain do the instrttctors attempt to
form, in Denby as well as in the tuider-
graduates, a more complicated attitttdc.
"Everybody's a Christian, guys. It's not a
sermon . . . it's a Christian poem writ-
ten for a Christian atidience in a (Chris-
tian framework," says Professor Shapiro.
"You've got to try to tuiderstaud bclbre
you judge," says Professor Tayler. They
are right to warn against facile transposi-
tions from one age to another, from a
religious culture to a secttlar ctilttu e. Yet
such arguments don't go to the heart ol
the matter. In literature, one earns one's
place by writing memorably, not by ex-
pressing agreeable attittides that will
wear as well in 1991 as in 1^00. or that
can be forgiven by an "understanding"
nd this brings up the ques-
tion of teaching poetry
in translation (Allen Man-
delbaum's translation of
Dante, in this case). The single string in
Dante's bow, finally, is his use of the
Italian language. His imagination is cel-
ebrated too, but we wouldn't remember
his imaginative acts unless they w'ere
embodied in his alternately severe atid
voltiptuous Italian. It is no wonder
tmdeigradttates don't kindle to Dante,
since he has been stripped of his fun-
damental persuasive power, The poor
students, and their poor middle-aged
chronicler, are not really reading
Dante. I do not expect them to master
the Italian of fourteenth-century Flo-
rence. Btit I do expect them to grasp
that there is a difference and a loss, and
that their judicial pronouncements
whatever satisfaction they may pro-
videhave no aesthetic foimdation.
Denby gestures pathetically at this
tritth when Professor Shapiro asks an
Italian-speaking student to read aloud,
iti Italian, the opening lines of the
Infeino. Denby absurdly says, quoting the
first twelve lines, that "I wotild ask the
reader to read the lines aloud, even if,
like me, he doesn't speak a word of Ital-
ian So strong was the sound of
Dante's poetry that it made me feel
I wasn't reading the poem at all." Poetry
is thtis redttced to what Denby calls
"metrics" and "sottnd"indispensable
enough if you understand their function
with respect to what is being said, btit
hardly usefttl when they stand alone, as
tmintelligiblc as Iroquois.
It is no surprise that Virgil, in Robert
Fitzgerald's translation, suffers much
the same fate. Encoiuuering the Aeneid
makes even Denby sympathize (rather
ungrammatically) with "opponents of
the canon":
The Aeneid is the epitome of what oppo-
ncnis of the canon hate: a self-empoweriug
myth of origins, a celebration of empire
No doubt about itthe poem asserts the
ceiUraliiy of Rome in such a way thai ren-
ders [sic] other people besides tbe Greek-
Trojan-Roman line marginal dull
Aeneas, in my mind, came to embody tbe
ctillure of the West itself, marching grim-
ly but purposefully into the ftituif. He
brought his father and son, but he left his
women behind.
And the instructors cannot change
Denby's mind. In vain does Shapiro
argue that 'Virgil subverted the glo-
rification of empire at every turn," and
Tayler that this is a poem that em-
phasizes loss. Denby concludes in a
fashion that he visibly considers high-
No wonder p(.-(ple who had been read-
ing tbe poem for years said they did not
understand it. Virgil himself may not have
tmdersiood it Tbat VirgiFs attittides
were "wroug" should not boiber anyone.
That his poem is hurt as art by those atti-
ttides is something tu grieve over and
hy do I find the spectacle
of AWc YorK's movie critic
"grieving over" and
"deploring" Virgil's dam-
aged art so irresistibly comic? Why does
his weighty judgment that Virgil himself
"may not have understood" his own
poem seem, to say the least, like some-
thing out of Moliere? Denby seems not
to understand that thejtidgment of a lit-
erary work isajtidgment of the fitness of
the st)le to the subject, manner to mat-
ter, and that it cannot be made anachro-
nistically nor (with any cotifidence)
through translation. Nor does he itnder-
stand that the artist's objective is to do
something that hasn't been done be-
fore, and to do it in an original achieve-
ment of style. If he or she succeeds,
that's it: the product is as unquarrelable-
with as a lake or a mountain. It has
become, through the admiration of stih-
sequent writers, a part of the landscape
of culture.
It makes no sense to say, on the
grotmds of morals, or taste, or women's
rights, or whatever, that a literary mas-
terwork shotild have been differently
conceived or differentlv execttted. Of
cotuse, one can argtte (as critics of
"Great Books" courses sometimes do)
tbat students should not be (breed to
read morally "deplorable" or "elitist"
books in a required course in college;
that a college course, if it is to be re-
quired, should plense contemporary
moral taste. (That taste is defined, of
cotirse, by the critics themselves.) This is
where (loUtmbia's Lit Httni becomes
muddled in its principles. It obviotisly
selects literary works on the basis of
their suitability for ethical or political
argument, as though artists were valu-
able for making arguments, for their
theological or moral or political opin-
ions. Coltunbia feels no qttalms abotit
teaching literary works blithely in trans-
lation and detached from the thought
of their time. It uses such works (as the
title "Contemporary Civilization" testi-
fies) not to illuminate, say, the Middle
Ages, but to take up, say, "war issues" in
1917. The highly content-oriented prin-
ciple behind the choice of texts in both
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courses directs students forcibly toward
ethical judgment, unclouded by literary
or imaginative considerations. Perhaps
it does students no harm to conduct
bull-sessions about colonialism in class;
but should (.onrad be sacrificed to such
an aim?
enby really goes to town
on Conrad. He refuses
nobly, he thinksthe view
that Heart of Darkness
endoi'ses the colonial ambitions of the
British Empire. He asks whether "thou-
sands of European and American read-
ers may not have become nauseated by
colonialism after reading Heart ofDark-
n-ess}" He appears not to see the reality
of his position, that the politically incor-
rect does not differ essentially from the
politically correct: both are moral posi-
lions taken with respect to art. The
politically correct think that the work is
pro-colonial, and therefore has a bad
(.ffect on the reader; Denby thinks that
it is anti-colonial, and therefore has a
good effect on the reader. He cannot
see what the two views have in com-
mon, and their common irrelevance.
Treating fictions as moral pep-pHls or
moral emetics is repugnant to anyone
who realizes the complex psychological
and formal motives of a work of art.
The representations in fiction are never
driven by mimesis alone.
Denbv contests Chinua Achebe's pro-
test against Heart of DarknessAchebe
maintains that "'Conrad's picture of
the people of the Congo seems grossly
inadequate.' ' Denby argues that "no
art of consciousness can ever be abso-
lutely complete," that "Conrad did not
offer Henri oj Darkness as 'a picture of
the people of the Congo' any more
than Achebe's Things Fall Apart, set in
A Nigerian village, purports to be a
rounded picture of the British over-
lords." And yet Denby allows that he
has been "changed by the debate in
class." that he has seen the relevance of
a political readini^ of the novel. As a
convert, he now attacks former critical
methods (as he complacently under-
stands them): "To maintain that this
book is not embedded in the worldto
treat it innocently, as earlier academic
critics did, as a garden of symbols, or as
a quest for the (irail or the Father, or
whatnotis itself to diminish Conrad's
achievement." God knows what Denby
has been reading, since he cites no
names for these "earlier academic crit-
ics." But the mediocrity of criticism has
not ceased just because one has sub-
stirnted political readings for Freud-
ian readings or archetypal readings.
Denby's faith in "embeddedncss" is no
less partial and inicomprehending than
someone else's faith in mythological or
psychoanalytic subtexts.
I do not want to blame Denby alone
for this. He is imbibing Colttmbia's ten-
dency with literary texts, which is to fas-
ten on the political and the moral over
the erotic or aesthetic or epistemologi-
cal; and such an emphasis is a standing
invitation to correctness or incorrect-
ness, since it steers discussion, willy-nilly,
toward currently agitated political and
moral questions. In itself, this agenda of
instruction, though it would not be my
choice of a "Great Books" cotuse, can-
not be said to cause actual harm. Both
of these coiuses have proved enlighten-
ing and broadening to many genera-
tions of Columbia students. But some-
thing has changed for the worse, I
suspect. Were Coltunbia's stndenis in
the pastor their instructoislikely
to make anachronistic and patronizing
judgments on Virgil or Dante or Con-
rad, stemming from concerns of the
present? I suspect that former genera-
tions were invited to immerse them-
selves in the mentality of the past with-
out the presence of this sort of hividi-
otis judgment. But now they can all hold
themselves contentedly superior to the
"Turk-bashing" Dante.
I would hate to have my own teaching
represented by notes taken by someone
like Denby, so I haven't quoted much
from his account of his instructors. But
this is what he represents Professor Sha-
piro (whom Denhy calls "the (^oach") as
saying at the beginning of the Conrad
I doiTi wain to say that this is a work
that teaclirs desperaiJon ... or that the evil
is something we can't deal with. In some
ways, the world we live in is not as dark as
(^lonrad's; in some ways darker. This is
nni a one-way slide to the apocaHpse that
we are witne.s.sing. We o\iiselves have the
abihty now to recogni/e and even to fix
and change our .society even as literature
reflects, embodies, and serves as an agent
of change.
Now. this sermon-mode (complete with
its hortatory "we") is tnuch more grand
than Denby's earlier account of how the
Coach began the Conrad class:
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t:oach shouted at his students.
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Shapiro smiled. It was not, I thought,
exactly tbc answer he was looking for, but
it was a good answer. Then he was off
again. "Are you natural?" he roared al a
woman sitting quietly near him at the end
of the table. "What are the constraints for
you? What are llie rivets? Why are >'ou here
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hi Denby's rendition, Shapiro doesn't
sound any too civilized himself with
his shouting and roaring. (The words
may hv the voltible Denby's attempt to
yd77. up the threateningly dull prospect
of retailinff what goes on in a college
course.) But whether Shapiro is doing
his piilpii-act or his iniimidation-act,
none of what he is reported to have
said has anything to do with bringing
sttidcnts to understand the two funda-
mental gesuircs of literature, what Ste-
vens called "the poetry of the idea" and
"the poetry of the words"that is, how
Conrad turned what might have been
a conventional travelogue into an im-
aginatively powerful fiction, and what
discourses he had to mobilize (or to
invent) to do so. Seeing the Colum-
bia course use Dante and Conrad as
moral examples is rather like seeing
someone using a piece of embroidery
for a dishrag with no acknowledg-
ment of the difference between hand-
woven silk and a kitchen towel. It is true
that some of the instructors struggle
against the morally judgmental tide
(Professors Tayler and Van Zuylen, for
instance, the one emphasizing archi-
Lib eral Arts
After redding More's Utopia again.
That year there were two of us.
Long-distance firsts. At swimming, zweiter
Klasse on the liquid shelf
Ribboned by the glassy daze
The Wannsee made from sun upon
A rose, retiring shoulderblade.
We sat in the abandoned library
At a table one foot thick
With nothing on the ancient floor.
Someone read to others out of
Earshot homilies that had
No past, or nodded to no written
World, intentionally present
Tense, and good, and temporary
Althotigh the future drove like bells
In afternoon admonishments
From atitumn's discontented suite.
The days himg low. The woodwork waited.
Sunlight seemed life's fu'st attack
Of exaltation, or politics.
Perhaps, embraced those indecisions
Out of which we carved our coming selves.
There in that sophisticated
Chaos with our unsuspecting
Lips upon the wave, our eyes on books.
Our hands relentless, inefficient.
Artificial as philosophy.
All sciences explosive in the vein
Wherein you looked at me. and dove.
The mountains stood along in ail their shade.
tectonics, the other "the resurrection
of life through art"), but it's hard to
work against the emphasis of the selec-
tion, which has been designed to pro-
voke students into socio-politico-moral
To come, then, to the other course,
the more overtly philosophical (Contem-
porary Civilization. Does it lend itself
better to the emphasis on "ideas" on
which the two courses are predicated?
Does Dcnby learn anything as he gives
the course a second try? He has a lot of
trouble with these texts and has to strug-
gle not to fall asleep: there's less human
interest here. But human interest gets
dragged in anyway. Hegelian dialectic
makes one student suggest that "the
Holocatist was the Fortunate Fall. It
drove the fbiuiding of Israel." The in-
structor rushes in to say that "you can
make the Hegelian argument that the
Holocaust can be read dialectically....
But this is not a justification for the
Holocatist." And Denby is off and
His clarification only introduced greater
contention. Several stiidcnLs voiced thoir
dismay, and I snarled
to myself that I lacked
the ingenuit\' to read
the Holocatisi dialec-
tically as the neces-
sary spur to Israel's
creation \Miat did
Hegel mean by free-
dom an^-ivay?... many
of us would be loath
to nominate Prussia in
1815, with its censor-
ship, iis lack of repre-
sentative bodies, as
our ideal of freedom.
Indeed, if Prtissia was
Hegel's ideal, he may
well have approved,
despite his dismi.ssal of
the morality of the
East, the paternalistic
and authoritarian Sin-
Poor Hegel. Did
he ask to have the
Holocaust and
God save the mark
Singapore brought
into the discussion?
The relentless bring-
ing of everything
past into everything
present so falsifies
the contribution to
thought made by
successive philoso-
phical systems that
students can hard-
ly be made to real-
ize the explanatory
and cognitive value
of such systems.
Denby likes to bring everything back
to himself. If he read.s Hegel on human
beings constructing each other as per-
sons by mtitual lecognition, the passage
is attached to Denby's being mugged in
the subway. And it is converted, to boot,
into High Noon:
I had not looked the two young men in the
eyes, liierally refusing ihem "recoginlion."
The reason, as I said earlier, was botli (on-
lenipt and fear: You do not eyeball some-
one holfling a gtm on yoti In Hegel's
fiction, ibe men who met at high noon
hiid no past; they met, so to speak, as
equals. The two men who faced me were
probably descendants of actual slaves, and
while one can't forget that, the fact
doesn't, in itself, change ihe nattire of the
encounter. The difference between us was
one of class. If the two young men had
held up a black man in a suit on his way to
work, the dynamics of tbe situation would
have been tbe same,
I'd say the "difference between" Denby
and the muggers was first and fore-
most one of criminality. To say it was
one of class is to stigmatize all blacks in
pcjverty, most of whom do tiot end up
as muggers.
hen Denby can't natural-
ize a philosophical doc-
trine with such a hu-
man interest vignette,
he becomes fretfully cross, Though
his instructor energetically expounds
Kant's interest in epistemology and in
a moral a priori, such things leave
Denby cold. They don't have enough
to do with real life: "Was it possible?
Was it sane? To derive an ethics purely
from reason and will; to compose a
guide to action elaborated without the
pressures that every human actor feels,
a rumhie of indigestion, a mood?" .\nd
wasn't Kant's experience a\vfully narrow-
compared with, hey, Denby's? "Manuel
[a student] obviously had a point about
parochialism. A lifelong bachelor, Kant
had never gone farther than five miles
from the small city of Konigsberg
Wasn't there something provincial, lim-
ited, repressed, perhaps privileged in
his conception of the moral life?... I
agreed with the students."
As for thinking, with Kant, that an
act committed fiom inclination cannot
properly be called an act of genuine
moral worth, that morality resides in
the fulfillment of dutywhy, Denby can
scarcely contain his scorn: "The passage
has its loony and comical side, an excru-
ciating pathos. It's almost as if, for Kant,
enjoymetit and spontaneity taitited vir-
tue, and wretchedness and willed pro-
priety sanctified it. Great noble boobyl"
But "wretchedness and willed propriety"
are not at issue in Kant. Kant's aim for
human beings is happiness consonant
wiih right conduci. Duty is a dfbi; it
is iioi 11 "proprieiy," like (he riglii fuck.
The booby here is not KiUit.
Anri Dciiliy is a patroni/ing boob\.
loo. "iudirioiisiy" assessing wbat Kani, or
l);iiitc, <r any otlier thinker or wriitr
who has the misfortune to fall into his
bands, has to offer. He seems to think
ibat lie is by this means asserting him-
self as an adult. Kids may bave lo swal-
low il wbolc: li(.'ll. lie swallouvtl it wbok'
tlic lltst time around: but this lime he's
not going to be buffaloed into any grov-
elling submission. No, sir: "Extending
piety to classics that one didn't respond
lo was an academic vice, and I bad lo
a\()id it. I \vould read for enjoyment and
insu LKtion, and when bored. I would
say so." And when be [bougbt that Ivinl
was a great noble tjooby, lie would say
tbat, loo.
And he wouki be t;tii\ too. He would
not lei himself off tbe moral hook. Did
be [ie;u those muggers righi? And whai
about liis mother? Voti didn t ibink he'tl
l('a\'e her out, did voii? "Unlike Regati
.iiul (ioncril," he vvriics in bis eliapler on
Ki)n^ Lear. "1 did my parent no gccat
barm1 took caie of ber in the slightly
(listaiu but steady way that wai'y only sons
take I are ol tiiotliersl)ut I was often in
a rage," And wbat do you know, he
becomes a veritable Kantian booby, full
ofwretclieebiess and willed proprieiy. as
be does his duly: "No tnatter. 1 told
myself al the lime. The thing required in
grown-up sons was dut\. VVhai you felt
was beside the polni. You bad ol^lifra-
(ions. and you hafl to fulfill tliein." Are
we to believe that Denby has undergone
a Kiintian conversion? And il so, wby was
there no sign of it forty pa^es earlier, not
even a repentant parentbesis?
ell, tbis book will give no
aid or comfort to anyone
on either side of tbe cul-
ture wars. How does one
(lefeiirl courses in the "Great B<oks," if
they produce in their students (and no
doubt in some instructors) mindless
attacks on serious writers ol'ibe past? .-\iid
why attack them, since substituting
aiiothei" socio-political set ot books
more modern, more representative of
maiginalized groups, more critical of
"Western Culture"only pcrpettiates
the old bad babit of ignoring the differ-
ence between a sermon and a novel, an
idea and a painling? Otie can answer
wearily ibat echu ation has to start some-
wbefc. and it hardly matieis wbei'e:
Amciican students entering nni\ersity
ba\c read pratiicalh noibing, so any-
thing will help Ui afhanre ibem to a next
level of consciousness. And this is not
(lone in a single term, or by a single
course, or even bv courses alone. II' tbe
student graduating from college has a
mote nuanccd set o( ititellecitial re-
sponses than at) etjually intflligeni stu-
dent ol the same aj^e who has not been to
college, tlicit all tbe cotnersatiuns and
tbr coiuses and the extra-curricular
activities bave had a cumulatively desir-
able effect. In that hope, most teachers
As fbi- iiKJtals themselves, tlicy ai e not
ac(|iiire(l in college courses. Ttiey are
acquired in eliildlio<d aiui tauglit by
example, (bourses iti "moral reasoning"
(as Harvard calls its set oJ Clore (iourses
on philosophical, mostly ethical, con-
cepts) may sharpen one's sense of the
rationality and the logie propei" lo in-
formed moral discussion, but tbey don'l
make one a better spouse oi" father or
liieud or citizen. To think that moral
betleiinent can be the result of a re-
quired course in wliich stndents hasb
over lightweight argtmients on complex
books (one per week, more or less): to
confitse moral instritciion (or miUtial
moral hectoring) on fashionable con-
temporai'y issues with (be ]:)ursuit of
learning or tbe uuderstanfliug of litera-
Une; to throw a week of DatUe in trans-
lation at students wlio bave not ilie
faintest notion of the Middle Ages or
Cihrislian doctrineall this is not to
extend "Western civilization," but to
travesty it.
nd our bero? He con-
cludes that "the courses
in the Western classics
force us to ask all those
questions about self and societ\' we
no longer address without embarrass-
mentthe questions our media-traiuet!
habits of irony bave nicked us oul of
askitig." Odd. Swift's "habits of irony"
never tricked him oul of asking such
questions. Nor Montaigne's. Nor tler-
vantes's. Of course, tbey lived and
thought before we were, every last one
of us, media-trained. But the impor-
tant point is that ironyand self-irony
above allis the ilrst requisite of the
educated tnind. And Denby, on tbe evi-
denee of his book, has iifH yet acquired
In bis conclusion, with a tei'tain mag-
niloquence, he distributes points to "tbe
lelt" and "tbe right":
T<i ihe left, I would say iluil reading ihc
canon in ilie 199O's is unlikely lo turn any-
niR- into a chauvinisi oi' an
tVujili- WIK> deny [he power of iiti.stlictic
cxpcriciKC or ttic possibility of" disintcr-
(.stt'd jiidgiiifnt may welt have cynirat oi-
tarcfiisi reasons for doin^ so.
And to the righi, 1 would say thai liow-
I'viT insirut live ihc grt'iu works niif^lii be
in buiifting ihi' moral chariKter of the
iiaiion's citi/cns. the books were more
likelv, ill the inilial brush, to inenn some-
idiosyncratic and pcisonal I
agree witli William tifiniclt ;ind other tra-
ditionalisis to tliis C'Xteni: Men and women
cdnialed in the Wcsietn tiadition will have
ilie bc'si possible shot at ihe dauiitinjr iask
of u'inveniiiig morality and comiiniiuty in
a republic now badly uiiieied by fear and
niisti usi.
As Denby's rhetoiic in this passage
rises to its climax. I could onl\- tbitik in
amazement about tbe new iTiillenai Ian
importance of college readiug lists: Lit
Hutu and C.C. now have to do what Mil-
loti thought only the Incarnation could
ck)repair tbe lall of otir flisl parents.
As Oenby giavely proclaims tbe tejjublic
to be "bacih' tattered," we are to tbitik
tbat his so\eieij^tt judi^metit has been
upheld by tbe Cireat Books that be has
stitdietl so deeply: "They offer tbe most
direet representatioti of the possibilities
o( eivil existence and the disaster oC its
dissoltuion." Isn' t it stratige tbat some-
one could write this way aftei reading
AtKl tbf mid-life crisis? Since tbe argu-
ments and the opinions exptTssed are
too coarse and too slipshod to be taken
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seriously, one can perhaps read Dtnby's
book Hs the autobiography of a tired
man wanting a break from the movies.
The account is framed as a conversion
narrative. He was weak but now he is
strong. Here is a part of Denby's perora-
tion on the personal dimension of his
I was exposing myself to sti
er than my life, stronger ihau my life
but also exposing my /(/('aiirl ihe books
called biirk ihings tlial I had iorgoUcn or
been afraid |<> face, and so I knew thai I
had sinned in ibc way Atigiisiiin" said we
all sinned and thai I had nol always served
my mad and needy molbei' well in her
final years I was discovering an edge,
talking more and more in class, even com-
peting with ihf teachers In truth, by
the end. ! had grown stronger. Not em-
powered in ihe .social w,\y ihat critics of
the canon meant, bul personally strong-
er . . . . I had recovered a good part of
myseii.... 1 did not iecl desolate ai the
end of ihe year.
If we believe him, then the books and
the teachers and the classrooms worked
their therapeutic magic even without his
understanding how they did it. But I
would bet that the result would have
been the same with four entirely dif-
ferent sets oI absorbing books. There
would have beeu the same feeling of
intellecttial refrcshuient, of having spent
exciting time with interesting minds, of
having been talked to (or roared at) by
committed and intelligent teachers. And
thai makes the whole question of the
"(ireat Books" moot, doesn't it?
HF.I.EN VF.NDi.i'.R is Porter University Pro-
fessor at Harvard. She has recently pub-
lished The Given and the Made and Thf
B reaking of Style {Harvard University
Modernism to Madness
by Stanislaw Ignacy Witkiewicz
translated by Louis Iribarne
(Northwestern U niversity Press, 53 4 p p . , $ 4 0 )
t the beginning olthis mad,
surreal Bildtmgsroman,
fust pitblished in 1927 in
Poland, a young Polish gen-
tleman named Clenezip Kapen, a sensi-
tive high-school graduate aud the son
of a brewer in the Carpathian region,
looks into the starlit sky and is seized
by a sense of cosmic melancholy: "Eter-
nity was as nothing compared to the
monstrous infinitude of time within in-
finite space and the lieavenly bodies
inhabiting it. Wiiat to make of the ihing?
It was beyond imagining and yet im-
pressed itself on the mind with absolute
ontological necessity...." As his aloof,
tyrannical father lies dying, Cienezip
senses "something painlully sweet in
this sensation of loneliness," and he
sets otit on a Iren/ied, sexnal and philo-
sophical qtiest ol self discovery. He rtuis
away from his lather's bedside and
engages in a series of heated debates on
art, love, being, science, theosophy and
religion with an a.s.sortment of characters
inclndiiig a composer of cacophonous
music, an avant-garde writer, a professor
of symbolic logic and an expropriated
aristocrat ttirued neo-Catliolic philoso-
pher. He is brielly sedticed by the com-
poser, btit he ends the night in tbe arms
ol' the mysteriotis and alluring Princess
Irina, who is mtich advanced in years.
The erotic aud the philosophical free-
ly intermingle in the novel, and endless
inlellecttializing seems the favorite form
of foreplay ior most of the book's char-
acters. In Irina's bed, Genezip mnses:
"The pri>perty of arbitrariness is imme-
diately posited for every animate crea-
ttue: il is an elementary fad of exis-
tence; under certain circumstances re-
sistance engenders a feeling of limita-
tion and relative necessity, whereas ab-
solute necessity, because of the abstract
elimination that occurs at the periph-
ery of Partictilar Being or of living crea-
tures in general, is necessarily a fiction."
Young Zip, as he is also called, is grow-
ing up fast. In the cotirse of the book's
many pages we see him himiiliated and
rejected by Irina, joining a military
school, reconciled witli Irina, worship-
ing another fiendish sadistic woman
and mtirdering her gay chaperone, tak-
ing part in an aborted coup and finally
marrying an angelic beatity, whom he
,strangle.s ou their wedding night.
In the meantime, the whole world
is imploding aroimd Genezip and his
companitins. Western Europe is ruled
by an array of "soft" communist or fas-
cist regimes that manage lo keep their
populations complacent and materially
satiated throngh superior labor organi-
zation, though the word is out that
"the white man had ceased to believe in
the myth of iiilinite progress and now
saw the wall of obstruction in himself
and not in nattire." There is a hyper-
reactionary "WTiite" revohuion going on
in Russia, while from the Far East a "liv-
ing wall" of Chinese is approaching with
ihe intention of interbreeding with the
F.tiropeans and starling a uew era in the
history of humanity.
In the middle, as always, lie.s Poland.
govertied by Cieneral Rotzmolochowic/,
its enigmatic dictator, and a shadowy
Syndicate for National Salvation. Con-
stantly allying itseH and fighting with ail
its neighbors, the country is "absoltite-
ly unswerving in its heroic defense of
the idea of the nation" and determined
"to be a bastion, a role which in her tor-
por she gladly assumed." /Mas, the coun-
try's elites fall prey to a drtig-iudticed
New Age religion of Murti Bing that
preaches the Mystery of Panexistence,
Maximal Oneness and Duo-Unity. At
the decisive historical moment the gen-
eral, moved by a stidden htnnanitarian
impulse, surreuders his invincible army
to the C'hinese aud is respectfully be-
headed by the enemy. At the end of the
story Genezip. "by now a consummate
lunatic, a mild automaton," is forced to
marry a beautiful Chinese princess and
become a faithful servant of his new
his bizarre book is set in a
fantastic present, and it
might as well be ihe 19yOs
in the costumes of the
iiUerwar Poland. An innocent reader
could be perstiaded thai he is reading a
wordy, overdone, sometimes delightful
parody of a generic Central European
Novel, dense with murky eroticism,
abstract cerebrations and an almost com-
forting premonition of the impending
end of history. Even the character oi'
Koizmolochowicz. a stable boy turned
Maximum Leader and "the most unpre-
dictable demon from among the intrepid
souls still loamiug abotu on the vanish-
ing horizon of individualism," might be
read as a portrait of Marshall Jozef Pil-
sudski, Poland's iuterwar leader, and a
more contemporary version of the Polish
man of providence Lech Walesa. His
genius, it seem.s, consists mainly of the
fact that he has absolutely tu) clue aboiU
auythiug thai happens arotmd him. and
so his erratic decisions befuddle his allies
and enemies alike.