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Derek Neal's avatar

I loved Lorentzen’s article. His main target, to my mind, wasn’t necessarily Sinykin’s argument but rather his approach, an approach that you rightly point out has become dominant in English departments. This is the material, or the sociological, or the cultural approach, the approach that looks to the book as a product which can reveal something about the society that produced it, rather than regarding the book on its own terms as an aesthetic object to be analyzed.

Both approaches have merit, but the issue is that Sinykin’s mode has become so, dare I say, hegemonic in English departments that there’s barely any room left for close reading of the text, as well as analysis of style, form, and language. I was an English major and trying to explain this to non English majors was incredibly difficult. I’d tell them that we don’t really read books as English majors, but we talk about postcolonialism, Marxism, feminism, psychoanalysis…Usually they’d say, oh that sounds cool, and I’d say, well, actually I just want to read books and talk about them, but apparently there’s nowhere to do that anymore in the university! I’m exaggerating a bit, but anyone who has studied English knows what I’m talking about. The best way to deeply engage with novels at the university is probably via a Comp Lit major or by studying a foreign language. Or, outside of academia, via the local library and substack.

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Slombato's avatar

Yes to this article, yes in every flavour and colour scheme. Cannot get on board with this strange and oxymoronic idea that there's something liberating in saying 'I, unlike the other termites, know full well that I am a termite'.

For god's sake, the sin of the age is its almost total disregard for the dignity of the individual. I'm perfectly aware of the dense weft of social influences even unto the subvocals I get in my head when reading, but we've known this since forever. Aristotle knew it! This really doesn't mean that one isn't also a human being.

In the end, I love reading because I do, because there is something about the communion of voice to mind, the feeling of the universe being opened a little more*. That's enough for me.

(*NB not a clumsy plagiarism effort, surely one of the better known lines of the American novel in the last seventy years. Just a disclaimer.)

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