A Defense of 'Lord of the Rings' against Modernist criticism

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Originally Posted by Bêthberry

It could probably be fairly argued that Dickens was the Rowling of his day.

Truth. The first chapter of Hard Times is hilarious.

There are many women writers and working class writers whose work fell by the wayside of critical taste who are now 'rediscovered'.

Ditto on visual artists. My brother just bought an art history textbook, but prior to purchasing it, he asked his professor what the difference was between the new and indecently expensive edition, and the few-years-old and cheap on ebay edition. Only difference? Female artists.

By "those confronted with it" do you mean the writers or do you mean readers?

On this note, I believe there is a fascinating difference between writers who read, and readers who read. There are also readers who write, but we typically just call them 'writers.' As anyone in the upper echelon of literary academia knows, there are writer's writers, and reader's writers. There is an entire slew of contemporary writers widely understood right now to be the best we have. But who understands it? Not the market, it seems, because if you start listing author names, you'll be met with blank glances, unless you happen to be speaking with a creative writing professor.

The dynamics between big city publishing and artist-endorsed literary experiments are... fluctuating. And odd. And full of blame casting.

However, in my statement about the effect on 'the readers' I meant, specifically, readers who are neither writers nor academics. Your casual bookstore browsers, your train commuters, your vast numbers of people that want a book to read but have no interest in discussing whether or not it's appropriate to ascribe contemporary ideals of beauty and importance to works of a different era.

there's the problem with accounting for minority responses and accounting for the tastes of readers and writers who are formed by a wider range or differing range of reading than others. (Note that I wouldn't claim Eliot had a wider range of reading. Once I was soundly lambasted for discussing Charlotte Bronte in the same sentence as St. Augustine.)

I don't see it as a problem.

But I'm the same chick that finds half the pleasure she takes in Buffy marathons is due to having seen American Pie first. Hey Buffy, Xander, Giles: this one time? At band camp? Also, this is a similar discussion as whether your opinions about the LotR books are as astute if you saw the movies first.

And it's a discussion we had a month ago at school, sitting around our workshop table with tea and coffee and fancy chocolates. That makes it sound more highbrow than it was: the chocolates were a present, not the norm, and the tea and coffee were dining hall fare, which means they were awful. In any case, one novelist drafted a short story that drew from several literary sources, most specifically My Fair Lady.

It should probably be noted that I was the only one in the room that was unfamiliar with My Fair Lady (I've seen parts, and I know a few quotes, but that's about it). I felt equally left out when I was the only one that had seen Harry Potter 7 Part 1 in theaters, granted, but the point remained that this discussion about interliterary acquisitions centered on what experiences (literary or life) you can justifiably expect your readers to have, and if it's fair to blame the reader if they don't get your brilliant references.

Say we're reading Eliot's The Waste Land and get as far as:

Originally Posted by TS

London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie These fragments I have shored against my ruins 430 Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih

Should I call it a day and assume I'm just too dumb to get it? Is it respectful to a general readership to muck about with language and to alter signifiers? And do authors hold a responsibility to their readership to make a story accessible?

I hold to the philosophy that if nobody understands it, I've done something wrong, and if I'm writing for myself and not for readers, I should go write in a diary instead of somewhere public. But obviously not all writers follow that.

I suppose the question here is what responsibilities, if any, do the writers have in the creation of their work, and what responsibilities, if any, do the readers have?

I like to think we meet half way. Most of my undergrad lit profs took the established critical route of, "The text is holy. All the information is there. If you don't get it, it's your own failings. You probably lack strong moral fiber. You will never hold an advanced degree." Most of my graduate writing professors think we are contractually obligated to our readers from the first page: as long as you set up the parameters of the world and the story, you're free to do what you want as long as you follow the laws of your own creation.

The other question, then, would be: why do we write? And who do we write for? And does it matter.

I shall not cease from reminding you of your ideas and the end of all the prodding will be to arrive at a place where you do find the time and inclination to post them here.

Heh. That or all my ideas will emerge through the essays I don't intend to write as you instigate the dispersal of my opinions!

[Pitchwife]

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

Say we're reading Eliot's The Waste Land and get as far as:

Should I call it a day and assume I'm just too dumb to get it?

I'm not sure there is anything to get here other than Eliot having a pee contest with Ezra Pound about who can drop the most random references to/quotes from tradition in the shortest sequence of verses...

[Bêthberry]

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

Say we're reading Eliot's The Waste Land and get as far as:

Should I call it a day and assume I'm just too dumb to get it? Is it respectful to a general readership to muck about with language and to alter signifiers? And do authors hold a responsibility to their readership to make a story accessible?

Originally Posted by Pitchwife

I'm not sure there is anything to get here other than Eliot having a pee contest with Ezra Pound about who can drop the most random references to/quotes from tradition in the shortest sequence of verses...

Speaking as someone who was able to avoid studying any modern poetry, I'd say that passage leaves me 'etherised like a patient on a table', and I'd defend the allusion to Eliot by using Tolkien's defense of dramatic purpose.

And I'm serious about referring to Tolkien because I think his essay on Beowulf sets out a fairly interesting theory of poetic art. He of course was attacking critics who saw in the poem nothing but an historical document, a quarry for anthropological, sociological, historical mining. Not that he denigrates those disciplines, but that he argues the situation ignores the most profound quality of the poem, its art.

Originally Posted by The Monsters and the Critic

The illusion of historical truth and perspective, that has made Beowulf seem such an attractive quarry, is largely a product of its art. The author has used an instinctive historical sense--a part indeed of the ancient English temper (and not unconnected with its reupted melancoly), of which Beowulf is a supreme expression; but he has used it with a poetical and not an historical object. The lovers of poetry can safely study the art, but the seekers after history must beware lest the glamour of Poesis overcome them.

I would claim that Eliot and Pound were themselves guilty of ignoring the Poetic art in favour of building edifices of historical purpose. Tolkien argued that the shadow of research has lain upon criticism. It also fell upon those who felt a poetic urge and were unable to write a story or poem which did justice to art as well as archeology.

So I think it might also be fun to apply some of Tolkien's literary theories to other authors.

This is to ignore Fea's question about who the general reader is, because that is a thorny one indeed. I don't think a general reader exists; we are too splintered a culture and community and if in the past there was a sense of catholic (meaning universal) reader, it existed only because so much fell outside its range of vision.

Most of my undergrad lit profs took the established critical route of, "The text is holy. All the information is there. If you don't get it, it's your own failings. You probably lack strong moral fiber. You will never hold an advanced degree."

As far as I'm concerned the School of The Moral Superiority of Literary Studies was thoroughly undermined by the Nazi regime. Most of those brutes were highly educated cultural elites. But somehow that didn't sink in to a discipline that was floundering in its attempt to justify itself. If it wasn't creating new knowledge, like the sciences, what was it doing? Heaven forbid that the arts (that is, the humanities) were mere amusement. The bourgeois belief in moral worth overlooked the baroque attitude towards art, that it is entertainment, but entertainment that could still provide some thoughtful perspective on itself and its culture. Tolkien's worth is that he respected story and verse.

Originally Posted by Fea

The other question, then, would be: why do we write? And who do we write for? And does it matter.

Tolkien's professional life was devoted to literature that for the most part was anonymous. So questions of authorial intent, psychology, purpose were irrelevant. The text's the thing wherein to catch the conscience of the reader.

I saw the most amazing production of Hamlet the other night. (I'm remembering that Tolkien enjoyed theatre.) It opened up the play like I had never imagined it. It breathed new life into the old scrip (cliched old metaphor I know, but true). It set the story in modern and ancient Japan, employed three actors to play Hamlet, and cross-gender casting. Eliot and Pound never, ever gave me any sense of appreciation for the older literatures they alluded to, only a pathetic sense that they felt this museum-like dirge. Both that production and Tolkien, I think, have captured the sense of how to breath new life into old works.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Originally Posted by Bêthberry

Tolkien's professional life was devoted to literature that for the most part was anonymous. So questions of authorial intent, psychology, purpose were irrelevant. The text's the thing wherein to catch the conscience of the reader.

Indeed. Would that we all had anonymous manuscripts to play with.

But with the knowledge of the author, and the in depth knowledge of his life, are we obliged to take his life into account when we talk about his work?

I say no, clearly, we are not. Not obliged, that is to say. However taking his life into account can give us new insight, if we want it. Or we can ignore his life and look at the work as an independent entity, singular unto itself.

In that same way, we can gain new insight by approaching literature via different avenues of literary theory and criticism, but only if we want to, only if the question 'what if?' has us willing to suspend our disbelief in the validity of certain approaches long enough to consider what we might learn from them if, for a time, we think of them with complete seriousness.