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Why Authors Don't Give
Us Their Own Worlds
BY DAVID BROMWICH
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To confirm the truth of these observations, one may recall the titles of
three recent, notable, and dissimilar, studies of a single author: Humphry
House's The Dickens World, J. Hillis Miller's Charles Dickens: the World
of his Novels, and Angus Wilson's The World of Charles Dickens.
Indeed, the metaphor of "worlds" is pervasive in academic criti-
cism. Its various presuppositions cover the range from pedagogic aptness
to phenomenological completeness - the process, as W. K. Wimsatt put
it, "of exposition by shredding or atomization," by which "a fine mist
of the mind" of an author may be generated. Of the books named above,
only Miller's exemplifies the latter phase of world-realizing. Yet their
agreement of emphasis seems to me far from incidental. To suggest the
common belief from which they start, I have to quote some familiar
sentences - familiar, because we have heard them often elsewhere, if not
here- from Maynard Mack's 1952 essay "The World of Hamlet ."
"Great plays," says Mack, "as we know, do present us with something
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ii
The story begins long before Proust, with the symbolist ideas of "cor-
respondence" and "suggestiveness"; more specifically, with the view
that any detail of a work may imply the whole in which it participates.
Nevertheless I begin with Proust's novel The Captive (1923) and its
sustained meditation on how the artist makes his own world. The passage
has great interest since it shows the metaphor in an early and heroic
phase. As it occurs in the story, it also has a kind of personal power
which quotations like mine will not convey. To recall the constituents of
the scene: the narrator's thoughts are prompted by "a tender phrase,
homely and domestic, of the septet" by Vinteuil, at the party Mme.
Verdnn gives for M. de Charlus. By an association he cannot track, it
reminds him of Albertine at home: his only important possession, but
one that he is unable to cherish except when he sees her as possibly lost,
as something he must return to in order to save. Albertine is the captive
of his life, as certain impressions are the captive of his memory. Both
have been chosen by an error of the will; and they are linked in his mind
by the phrase of Vinteuil. So the association given to the narrator by this
composer - the trace of one life printed on another - may be felt to
represent a moral about art. It is pledged to the return of things that can
be known in experience only as loss.
A further comparison is implied between the contingencies of life
and the consolations of art. For an artist's idiosyncrasy (like a character's
perversity) makes a signature that cannot be copied: "With other
and more profound gifts Vinteuil combined that which few composers,
and indeed few painters (such as Elstir) have possessed, of using colours
not merely so lasting but so personal that, just as time has been powerless
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to fade them, so the disciples who imitate him who discovered them, and
even the masters who surpass him do not pale their originality." Granted
his works are bound to differ greatly from each other:
It is, the narrator goes on to say, just at those moments when an artist like
Vinteuil questions himself, and tries to renew and change his art, that his
essential nature stands revealed.
With this last remark Proust announces his faith in the analogy between
individual artists and separate worlds.
His analogy is rounded off when the narrator compares the nature of
VinteuiFs compositions with that of Elstir's paintings. Till now, the
difference between them has been that the narrator shared, as a contem-
porary with Elstir, the world from which his paintings emerged, whereas
Vinteuil's music really did belong to an earlier way of life. Still, their
effect is the same:
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Swinburne and Mr. Kipling have these and such concepts; some
poets, like Shakespeare or Dante or Villon, and some novelists,
like Mr. Conrad, have, in contrast to ideas or concepts, points
of view, or "worlds" - what are incorrectly called "philoso-
phies." Mr. Conrad is very germane to the question, because
he is in many ways the antithesis of Mr. Kipling. He is, for
one thing, the antithesis of Empire (as well as of democracy);
his characters are the denial of Nation, of Race almost, they
are fearfully alone with the Wilderness. Mr. Conrad has no
ideas, but he has a point of view, a world; it can hardly be
defined, but it pervades his work and is unmistakable. It could
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saying goes. The books that do this are not necessarily good
books, they may be good bad books like Raffles or the Sherlock
Holmes stories, or perverse and morbid books like Wuthering
Heights or The House with the Green Shutters. But now and
then there appears a novel which opens up a new world not by
revealing what is strange, but by revealing what is familiar.
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womb big enough for an adult." But this is a fantastic existence and
Orwell's admiration for it is equivocal. He means to defend literature
against the political claim to a single right view of the world. Miller, he
decides, will do as a limiting case, to oppose to the ethic of 'Today
the struggle." And yet, "there exist 'good' writers whose world-view
would in any age be recognized as false and silly": Poe, for example,
who was "not far from being insane in the literal clinical sense." He
does not commend Miller now any more than he would have commended
Poe a hundred years before. It is only "symptomatically" that his atti-
tude may be clarifying; for it demonstrates "the impossibility of a major
literature until the world has shaken itself into its new shape." Notice
that Orwell's closing reference is merely to the world. What had looked
like a chosen aesthetic premise, very much in line with Fry and Eliot, has
turned out to be a terminological vagary, in an analysis of the social
history of art. "Inside the Whale" proposes that the creation of a world
is the fulfillment of a distinctly minor literature.
My aim in the rest of this essay will be to continue the work of
retraction that Orwell began in 1940.
IV
In class, when the door shuts and the room is sealed tight for discussion,
you can easily feel like Jonah. You have entered a middle state, somewhat
remote from the world, and the work that goes on there may seem unified
from within. This is the state that many students look forward to looking
back on, as a time when they knew of other realities. We need a phrase
to describe the sensation of living in it, and "the author's own world" is
a good candidate. It gives a promise of variety to our conversations,
without tempting us into games about the lives of characters outside the
story. It does justice to our feeling that there is something cumulative
about our knowledge of texts, without warranting a superior dismissal of
the innocent remark that sounds right. The author's own world is all
there, all available, all together, as, the teacher may imply, ours is not, or
as we cannot thoroughly convince ourselves that it is. Our world matters
too much for us to suppose that we ought to think about its inward
relations to itself; but what luck to be given the chance, twice a week or
so, to do this with someone else's world.
Besides, Eliot's remarks on Conrad and Orwell's on Miller, Joyce,
and Poe do capture a feeling most readers have shared. In discussing the
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that makes his argument go blank at just this point, I suspect, is the same
belief that led him to adopt his chosen metaphor from the first. He
supposes that our knowledge of art is generated from a sufficient number
of repetitions of a single intense act of seeing. Gradually (it stands to
reason), we become acquainted with the new object and others of its
family, its conventions start to seem natural, and we find our way into
its world. But this is not what really happens, except, perhaps, to those
who put into practice the "creative writing" theory of literary history.
Rather, our knowledge of art is generated by acts of seeing that preceded
us into the world, and they are part of what we know. No intense act of
seeing repeated often enough will lock us into a world we call Mondrian's
or Utrillo 's; we know both of them by habit only because we know other
painters by habit; and the interpreter who chooses to emphasize certain
aspects of their work at the expense of others, is no more inventing a
new world from theirs than they were inventing a new one from ours. Of
course we can say they are, if we like; but it seems a wrong way
of honoring their activity.
Goodman cites as an important distinction between art and science
"that earlier theories (in science) but not older works (in art) may be
rendered obsolete by later ones"; and he thinks the reason is that in
science "the earlier theories, in so far as (they are) sound, are absorbed
into and are rederivable from the later while works of art ... cannot be
absorbed into or rederived from others." I guess this seems to me as
intuitively false as it seemed to Goodman intuitively true. Intuitively,
because it is impossible to know just what one means by absorption and
derivation. But if we agree to mean this - that later works in a practical
sense contain earlier ones (absorb them), and that a well-informed and
tactful historian could reconstruct a persuasive chain of earlier works
from the evidence of a later one (rederive them) - then this happens all
the time in art, and indeed is one strong definition of what interpretation
is. If you are interested in poetry, you will see as much of Milton in a
great modern poem, as you will of phlogiston in the latest path-breaking
article in theoretical physics. There are many differences between art and
science but this is not one of them.
In the light of the foregoing remarks, I ought now to revise what I
said at the start about the Nigerian students reading Macbeth. They were
asked to imagine what the play would feel like to readers who did not
believe in witches, and the moral seemed to be that these students might,
by an act of abstraction, realize that one could admire the play without
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such a belief. Further, in realizing this they would have understood that
the function of an author is to give us his own world. But in at least one
respect, that was a far-fetched moral to draw from the anecdote. After
all, Macbeth was easy for these students because they held the relevant
beliefs without effort. For them, the work of accommodation - of natu-
ralizing the story to their nature - was as painless as it is for us when we
read Tolstoy. The students we have to fit into this anecdote are rather
the English and American ones who do not believe in witches and who
think they cannot imagine what it would be like to believe in them. "This
play gives us its own world": here the sturdy reassurance does not go far
enough. If one wants to make the play matter one will have to naturalize,
or in this case supernaturalize it, by observing that even English and
American readers are acquainted with the feeling that someone has
chosen his destiny and been chosen by it. And if we can come up with
an example (the recognition, say, that in a great tract of one's personal
life, statistics have told one's fortune in advance) we do what we can to
illustrate it. So we naturalize, we accommodate, we bring home the
uncanny, and make it part of the world. There seems to me nothing
trifling or shallow in this sort of translation, and nothing to discourage
an interest in the translations that have mattered in the past.
Nelson Goodman associates his own thinking with the larger ten-
dency I began by tracing, in which world-making offered itself as a
natural extension of symbolism. By contrast, the thinking I have tried to
defend is a natural extension of allegory. Symbolism, which makes many
worlds, regards a given work of art as new and timeless. Allegory, which
draws connections within the world we have, regards it as new and
destined some day to be old.
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