Misanthropy, etc.

I meant, on Monday, to read one of Ligotti's tales in honour of his birthday, and report back here, but ironically (considerding I'd meant in particular to read one of his corporate horror tales), I was working till past midnight, and didn't have time.

Another literary figure with a birthday soon is Bruno Schulz. I've bought a copy of The Street of Crocodiles for a friend who also has a birthday this week. Can a misanthrope be democratic? I don't insist on being a misanthrope, but when I encounter general opinions on literature, I often feel very inclined to take a dim view of both humanity and democracy. Up with elitism, etc. In particular, this kind of thing will do it:

When I found out Safran Foer's new book had something to do with Schulz' 'The Street of Crocodiles', I had to read it. As much as I try to, I don't love it. Full of weird and descriptive passages, with very little human conversation, it can be quite heavy reading.

The 'it' referred to in "I had to read it", is The Street of Crocodiles, not whatever Safran Foer's book was. "Full of weird and descriptive passages, with very little human conversation, it can be quite heavy reading." Take out the word "reading", and this could almost be a description of my life. Looked at this way, I suppose it's easier for me to sympathise when the reviewer says, "I don't love it." Still, since this is, in a sense, my life, it's hard not to feel marginalised by this crushingly relentless popular view of… "weird and descriptive passages", etc.

On the subject of misanthropy, there is now an additional Kodagain soundcloud page, here, and the first song is – kind of – about misanthropy. I'll embed it here:

TRAITOR TO THE HUMAN RACE by Kodagain again

Readers of this blog might also enjoy the song 'Morrissey Hairstyle Blog'.

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about Edgar A. Poe. Poe was one of the very first writers I read who I would say stands up to adult re-reading. The first Poe tale I ever read was 'The Gold Bug'. I was perhaps eleven or twelve. While admiring Poe, I've always felt I was missing something in relation to his writing. For instance, 'The Fall of the House of Usher', while impressing me in a surface sense, always somehow felt meaningless to me. That is, I felt there was a meaning, but that I couldn't connect with it. I've grown fond of Poe's poetry in recent years, perhaps more than his prose. But I am beginning to get a sense that it is time for me to re-read the prose, too, and to read those things that I have thus far left unread.

I have only a very bare idea of Poe's life, but recent, rather superficial internet research tells me that Poe was one of the first well known Americans (not sure how that's measured) to attempt to live from his writing alone. If this is true, it's a very interesting fact, and one that makes me feel closer to him. The struggles he had with poverty were the result of his trying to live by writing. The rather superior attitude that one should not make money by writing could be seen – as I have long seen it – as a hangover from a period when only gentlemen were supposed to write, and were able to do so because they had the leisure and did not have to worry where their next meal was coming from. The struggle with poverty – much romanticised – that is often associated with writers, is precisely the struggle of the likes of Poe, to be recognised as those who live entirely for their writing and who either believe they deserve to be paid for it, or know that, anyway, they can live no other way, so they had better be paid whether they deserve it or not, if they want to eat.

Also of interest is that Poe – if I am correct – fought for the enforcement of copyright, again to protect the livelihood of writers.

But to say that writers should be paid is not to argue for the commercialisation of literature, any more than saying that teachers should be paid is arguing for the commercialisation of education. I can extend this analogy. There seem very few who are able or willing to argue against the current equation of popularity with quality in literature. While I don't see literature as didactic, I don't believe popularity is a measure of its worth, any more than I think education should take a 'democratic' path of least resistance.

But perhaps we're always forced to revert to acknowledging that we're all just fighting to survive in a chaotic world…

3 Replies to “Misanthropy, etc.”

  1. A comment from under this article:

    http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/07/letter-from-the-pulitzer-fiction-jury-part-ii-how-to-define-greatness.html

    Listen, I’m going to keep this real simple. Let’s all come out of the clouds and just speak plain English for a moment. Is it a crime for a book to be interesting? Is it a crime for a book to be READABLE? Have a plot? Tell a coherent STORY? I’m sorry … Absalom, Absalom! The Sound in the Fury! You have got to be kidding me. I just don’t see it. But let me guess, I’m a moron because I can’t keep my eyes open through half the chapters in Faulkner’s books. Toni Morrison, she’s another who gets away with writing whatever comes into her head, scribbling down the sentences as they come to her and then, boom, let’s give her a prize. And those that call some of the stuff she has written art, I say Bull! And don’t lie, you know you have found yourself scratching your head after reading one of her novels … let’s keep it real. My point is … if you’ve got something that’s so important to say, then the least you could do is make sure it’s understandable to the masses. I understand there’s style to be taken into consideration when dealing with literary fiction, but what good is all this style if people NEVER READ YOUR BOOK? There’s a reason why James Patterson sells books by the millions, and God Bless Him! Maybe all these literary novelists should give their great ideas to Patterson, and I bet you he’ll be able to get the message out coherently … it might even resonate and start to make an impact in the world. Furthermore, half the stuff published in the literary fiction market is so convoluted you need a Ph.D. just to figure out what’s going on. And God forbid you haven’t read Invisible Man, or read the Great Gatsby … or don’t love Virginia Woolf. That’s right, I said it. I just don’t feel it. I bring this up to say, why is it so wrong that writers write for people of our generation. I mean we are the ones who are READING the novels, and PAYING for them. Mr. Cunningham, you mention that Pearl Buck won the Nobel and Nabokov didn’t (not that the Nobel is any great standard of READABLE fiction – Morrison one that, too), but I guarantee you more people have completed Pearl Buck’s books than Nabokov’s. Why? They’re readable. If the themes are true and enduring, they will live on. Stop always trying to look for some book that will invent a new way to tell a story, or new way to write a sentence. Let me guess, you guys are waiting for someone who will write a novel and all the sentences, instead of being written from left to right, will be written from right to left using numbers instead of letters. Come on! Pick a good story for crying out loud. Let that be your guide. If it turns out to be inventive, that’s even better.

    Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/07/letter-from-the-pulitzer-fiction-jury-part-ii-how-to-define-greatness.html#ixzz20WNYjGyI

    This kind of thing just makes me want to kill myself, with a request in my will that my name be stricken off the registry of ‘members of the human race’.

    …if you’ve got something that’s so important to say, then the least you could do is make sure it’s understandable to the masses.

    Ha ha. If only.

    There’s a reason why James Patterson sells books by the millions, and God Bless Him! Maybe all these literary novelists should give their great ideas to Patterson, and I bet you he’ll be able to get the message out coherently …

    Yeah, as if all books can be reduced to a message, and you just have to get ‘the message’ out and save the world. Why even read, if all you want is ‘a message’? I despair. I really do.

  2. When I found out the arrival of the triffid had something to do with the unearthly wails emanating from the house of Mrs Miggins, I had to see it. As much as I try to, I don’t love it. Full of weird and multifarious tubules, with very little human compassion, it can be quite heavy weeding.

  3. I liked The Street of Crocodiles … I liked it a lot.The man who left the message under the New Yorker seems like a terrible human being. Perhaps he is just enraged. He feels these stories obfuscate. I can understand it: sometimes it is nice for a story be direct. For a description to be hard boiled. But … rarely … It’s more the man’s rage I’m put off by. His exasperation. I guess he wants drama, crisis, tension.Troubling.

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