Nommer une dissertation, c'est supprimer les trois quarts de la jouissance
Readers, circle and sphere: your assistance? I’ve dotted the last MLA-stipulated ‘i’ in the last footnote to my dissertation, and it now has everything but a name. I’ve made things difficult by refusing to employ the colon, foreclosing the usual Hand-Waving Phrase: X Trope or Quality in Y Body of Literature. But I still need something that more or less conveys what the thing is about and contains some scrap of poetry. Since M.H. Abrams is one presiding spirit, I had thought of doing a derivative title, until J. pointed out that a phrase like “The Mirrors and Lamps of Modernist Fiction” could be taken all too literally.
As a best shot toward what the thing is about, I’ve copied some introductory material below. I am ambivalent about it and glad I don’t have to publish it. If any phrases cross your mind, no sally is too feeble. Mit tiefer Dankbarkeit.
What follow are some notes on the modernist novel in English. In sequence they tell a kind of story. In assembling this story I have had to ask myself the same narrative questions that confronted the figures who are its subjects: where to start, where to stop, what balance to give empirical detail and imaginative pattern, how to draw a shape which both reflects facts as they are and displays intelligible form. If my answers are not always the best, I hope they cast some light on the answers the modernists found.
I conceive the modernist novel as arising from a problem in genre. The end of the nineteenth century had left English literature with a rich tradition of narrative prose describing the social and material world. At the same time, its aesthetic discourse was dominated by a Romantic poetics which described artworks as staging an opposition between spirit and matter, nature and freedom; and which placed lyric poetry, as an expression of spirit rather than a mimesis of nature, uppermost in its ranking of genres. The difficulties in reconciling this aesthetic to novelistic form account for the strangeness of the modernist novel, whose language aspires to the condition of lyric at the same time that its plot stages the failure of such an aspiration, the inability of Romanticism to imagine its own fulfillment. I begin with Henry James as a transitional figure; continue with William Faulkner and Virginia Woolf as exemplars of a Romantic-lyric poetics; and conclude with James Joyce, whose fictional forms resemble those of his contemporaries but ultimately reject many of their Romantic commitments. While I am conscious that these experiments took place in particular historical moments, I have chosen not to structure this as a historicist study. For better or for worse, it is best classed with Charles Tansley’s dissertation in To the Lighthouse as being about the influence of something upon somebody.
My working method has been to assume that literary forms carry within them philosophical commitments about language and its relation to other areas of human experience, and that criticism can do the work of elucidating these commitments, evenor especiallyif the commitments prove incoherent. My own views on philosophical questions of language and knowledge have been influenced by modern philosophers including Ludwig Wittgenstein, Wilfrid Sellars, Donald Davidson, John McDowell, and Cora Diamond. Here and there I make reference to these philosophers, and over the course of my narrative it will become apparent that I see Joyce’s fictional forms as providing an especially close fit to the views I have taken from them. It should go without saying that this concordance does not imply a critical judgment for Joyce and against others. To treat philosophy, including the subset of philosophy known as “theory,” as an orthodoxy for the evaluation of literature is to obscure all literary interest. Nor would anything be at stake in such a judgment, since we are fortunate to occupy a historical moment in which a question like Lukács’s “Franz Kafka or Thomas Mann?” does not make sense. A view that is incoherent as philosophical doctrine can become a productive tension in literature; at least I have assumed so.
"For better or for worse": being about the influence of something upon somebody in To the Lighthouse (Note to librarians, this dissertation is best classed with Charles Tansley's dissertation)
This is humblingly well written.
And the winner is ....?
Following a useful tip from josh blog, proprietor, on the lyric trope of the voice, I’m working with “The Modernist Novel Speaks Its Mind,” which is at least easy to remember and not pompous. J. points out that the trope of the voice is actually one of the things I complain about all the time, but there it is: just serving back up what school fed me. Thanks!
I recommend: “notes on the modernist novel” I love “NOTES ON” - manan
“Impressions of Modernism Viewed by a 21st Century Flâneur”
Where’s my tortoise? Do you think the flâneurs named their tortoises? “Eh bien, je vais aller me promener avec Cicéron.”
i meant flaneur in a positive way -- an observer, a part of yet apart from the crowd, noticing and experiencing life for the purpose of immortalizing it in an art form, not in the negative way of being an idle person which i know you are not! but either way i suppose you could have a tortoise :-)
Thanks for the kindness! But if you can tell the difference, you're doing better than I am....
hey let's not insult the idle among us
Thank you for writing your dissertation in English in actual English.
“Diminished Digits Prove Too Titillating for Frisky Frumps”
I resemble that!