A Little History of Literature
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Lines from ‘The Waste Land’ by T.S. Eliot, from Collected Poems © Estate of T.S. Eliot and reprinted by permission of Faber & Faber Ltd. Three lines from ‘Lady Lazarus’ by Sylvia Plath, from Ariel; copyright © 1963 by Ted Hughes, reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers. Lines from ‘Waking in the Blue’ by Robert Lowell, from Collected Poems; copyright 2003 by Harriet Lowell and Sheridan Lowell, reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.
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Sutherland, John, 1938-
A little history of literature / John Sutherland.
pages cm
Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978-0-300-18685-7 (alk. paper)
1. Literature—History and criticism. I. Title.
PN511.S746 2013
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Contents
1 What is Literature?
2 Fabulous Beginnings
MYTH
3 Writing for Nations
EPIC
4 Being Human
TRAGEDY
5 English Tales
CHAUCER
6 Theatre on the Street
THE MYSTERY Plays
7 The Bard
SHAKESPEARE
8 The Book of Books
THE KING JAMES BIBLE
9 Minds Unchained
THE METAPHYSICALS
10 Nations Rise
MILTON AND SPENSER
11 Who ‘Owns’ Literature?
PRINTING, PUBLISHING AND COPYRIGHT
12 The House of Fiction
13 Travellers' Tall Tales
DEFOE, SWIFT AND THE RISE OF THE NOVEL
14 How to Read
DR JOHNSON
15 Romantic Revolutionaries
16 The Sharpest Mind
AUSTEN
17 Books for You
THE CHANGING READING PUBLIC
18 The Giant
DICKENS
19 Life in Literature
THE BRONTëS
20 Under the Blankets
LITERATURE AND CHILDREN
21 Flowers of Decadence
WILDE, BAUDELAIRE, PROUST AND WHITMAN
22 Poets Laureate
TENNYSON
23 New Lands
AMERICA AND THE AMERICAN VOICE
24 The Great Pessimist
HARDY
25 Dangerous Books
LITERATURE AND THE CENSOR
26 Empire
KIPLING, CONRAD AND FORSTER
27 Doomed Anthems
THE WAR POETS
28 The Year that Changed Everything
1922 AND THE MODERNISTS
29 A Literature of Her Own
WOOLF
30 Brave New Worlds
UTOPIAS AND DYSTOPIAS
31 Boxes of Tricks
COMPLEX NARRATIVES
32 Off the Page
LITERATURE ON FILM, TV AND THE STAGE
33 Absurd Existences
KAFKA, CAMUS, BECKETT AND PINTER
34 The Poetry of Breakdown
LOWELL, PLATH, LARKIN AND HUGHES
35 Colourful Cultures
LITERATURE AND RACE
36 Magical Realisms
BORGES, GRASS, RUSHDIE AND MáRQUEZ
37 Republic of Letters
LITERATURE WITHOUT BORDERS
38 Guilty Pleasures
BESTSELLERS AND POTBOILERS
39 Who's Best?
PRIZES, FESTIVALS AND READING GROUPS
40 Literature in Your Lifetime… and Beyond
Index
CHAPTER 1
What is Literature?
Imagine that, like Robinson Crusoe, you are marooned for the rest of your days on a desert island. What one book would you most want to have with you? That is a question asked on one of the longest-running and most-loved programmes on BBC radio, Desert Island Discs. Broadcast also on the BBC's World Service, it is listened to across the globe.
The question is one of two that are put to that week's guest, after we have heard snatches of the eight pieces of music they would take to the island. The castaway is allowed one luxury – what will it be? Answers are usually very ingenious: at least a couple of guests have chosen cyanide pills, for instance, and another chose the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. Then they are asked which book they would like, in addition to the Bible (or any other equivalent religious volume) and the works of Shakespeare, which are already on the island – presumably left by the previous occupant, who chose the pill.
I've listened to the programme for fifty years now (it's been running since 1942) and much more often than not, the guest chooses a great work of literature to keep them company for the rest of their lonely lives. In recent years, Jane Austen, interestingly, has been the most popular author (more of her, and of Robinson Crusoe, later). And on virtually every one of the thousands of programmes aired, the chosen book has been a work of literature that the castaway has already read.
This points to some important truths about literature. First, obviously, that we regard it as one of the most important things in our lives. Secondly, that although we're said to ‘consume’ literature, unlike the food on our dinner plate it is still there after we have consumed it. And, in most cases, it's just as appetising as it was the first time round. My own choice, when on the programme some years ago, was a novel, Thackeray's Vanity Fair, which (since I'd spent years editing and writing about it) I must have read at least a hundred times. Yet still, like my favourite music, it gives me pleasure whenever I revisit it.
Re-reading is one of the great pleasures that literature offers us. The great works of literature are inexhaustible – that is one of the things that makes them great. However often you go back to them, they will always have something new to offer.
What you are holding is, as the title says, a ‘little history’, but literature is not a little thing. There is hugely more of it than any of us will read in a lifetime. At best what we can put together is an intelligent sample, and the most important decision to make is how to assemble our selection. This little history is not a manual (‘Read this!’) but advice, along the lines of, ‘You may find this valuable, because many others have, but, at the end of the day, you must decide for yourself’.
For most thoughtful people, literature will play a big part in their lives. We learn a lot of things at home, at school, from friends, and from the mouths of people wiser and cleverer than ourselves. But many of the most valuable things we know come from the literature we have read. If we read well, we find ourselves in a conversational relationship with the most creative minds of our own time and of the past. Time spent reading literature is always time well spent. Let no one tell you otherwise.
What, then, is literature? It's a tricky question. The most satisfactory answer is found by looking at literat
ure itself; most conveniently at the very first printed works we come into contact with over the course of our lives – ‘Children's Literature’ (written, one should note, for children, not by them). Most of us take those first faltering steps into the world of reading in the bedroom. (We learn to write, most of us, in the classroom.) Someone we love reads to us, or with us, in bed. So begins the lifelong journey through all those pages that lie ahead.
As we grow up, the practice of reading for pleasure – which typically means reading literature – stays with us. Many of us will go through life taking a novel to bed with us. (Or we may listen to Book at Bedtime, another long-running BBC radio programme.) How many of us, in our youngest days, will have naughtily gone on reading by torchlight under the bedclothes in our pyjamas? The garments (our ‘armour’, in a sense) which we put on to face the outside world – the ‘real world’ – are more often than not tucked away across the bedroom inside a wardrobe.
Thanks to the numerous TV, film and stage adaptations of the book, many children and adults know the story of the four young Pevensies who find themselves evacuated to a house in the country. It is wartime in 1940s Britain. Under the care of kindly Professor Kirke (the word ‘kirk’ means ‘church’ in the Scots language: literature is always bringing in these little symbolic elements), they are safe from the nighttime raids of the London Blitz. The real world has become very dangerous for children; mysterious aircraft, for reasons not fully understood, are trying to kill people. Explaining to young children the politics, or the history, or the point of it all would be difficult. Literature, with its ability to communicate to all ages, can help.
In the story, while exploring the Kirke mansion one rainy day, the children discover an upstairs room with a large wardrobe. The youngest, Lucy, ventures into the wardrobe by herself. I suspect everyone knows what she discovers inside, from whatever version of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe they remember. Lucy finds herself in what could be called an ‘alternative universe’ – a universe of the imagination; but as real, essentially, as the London she left. And quite as violent as that burning city. Narnia is not a safe place, any more than lions or witches are generally safe for human beings to hang out with.
As it's narrated, Narnia is not Lucy's dream, something inside her head, a ‘fantasy’; it is actually there, as much a thing outside her wakeful self as the wooden wardrobe, or the looking-glass through which Alice goes into Wonderland, in Lewis Carroll's children's story published eighty-five years earlier. But to understand how Narnia can be both real and imaginary, we need to know how to process literature's complex machinery. (Children pick up the knowledge as quickly and intuitively as, in their earliest years, they pick up the complex machinery of language.)
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is an ‘allegory’ – that is to say, it pictures something in terms of something else; it depicts something very real in terms of something wholly unreal. Even if the universe expands for ever, as astronomers nowadays tell us it might, there will never be a Narnia in it. That world is a fiction; and its inhabitants (even Lucy) are mere figments (fictional inventions, that is) of the creative imagination of the author C.S. Lewis. But nonetheless we feel (and Lewis certainly meant his reader to feel) that a solid core of truth is contained in Narnia's manifest untruths.
Ultimately, then, we could say that the purpose of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is theological, a matter of religion. (Lewis was, in fact, a theologian as well as a story-teller.) The story makes sense of the human condition in terms of what the author suggests are larger truths. Every work of literature, however humble, is at some level asking: ‘What's it all about? Why are we here?’ Philosophers and ministers of religion and scientists answer those questions in their own ways. In literature it is ‘imagination’ that grapples with those basic questions.
That early bedtime reading of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe transports us through the wardrobe (and the printed page) to a greater awareness of where and what we are. It helps make sense of the infinitely perplexing situations in which we find ourselves as human beings. And, as an added bonus, it does so in ways that please us and make us want to read more. Just as the Narnia stories helped explain the world to us, as children, so our adult reading connects us to other adult lives. Re-reading Emma, or a Dickens novel, in middle age, we are surprised and delighted to find much more in it than when we read it at school. A great work of literature continues giving at whatever point in life you read it, and from whatever sources it comes from. In the following chapters we'll see again and again how privileged we are to live in a golden age when, thanks to modern translation services, not just ‘literature’ but ‘world literature’ is available to us to read. Many of the great writers who appear in the following pages would be green with envy at the abundance and availability we enjoy today. So although we'll look at literature from far and wide, the kaleidoscope you'll encounter in this book has one thing in common: you're now able to read it all in English (and I hope, one day, you will).
There have been those, from the ancient Greek philosopher Plato onwards, who believe that the charms of literature and its spin-off forms (theatre, epic and lyric in Plato's day) are dangerous – particularly for the young. Literature distracts us from the real business of living. It traffics in falsehoods – beautiful falsehoods, it is true, but for that reason all the more dangerous. The emotions inspired by great literature, if you agree with Plato, cloud clear thinking. How can you think seriously about the problems of educating children if your eyes are bleary with tears after reading Dickens's description of the death of angelic Little Nell? And without clear thinking, Plato believed, society was in peril. Give that child Euclid's Geometry to read in bed at night, not Aesop's animal fable about Androcles and the Lion. But, of course, neither life nor human beings are like that. Aesop's fables had already been teaching Plato's contemporaries important lessons – and delighting them, into the bargain – for two hundred years, and two and a half millennia later they do the same for us today.
How best, then, to describe literature? At its basic level, it is a collection of unique combinations of twenty-six small black marks on a white surface – ‘letters’, in other words, since the word ‘literature’ means things made of letters. Those combinations are more magical than anything a conjuror can pull out of his top hat. Yet a better answer would be that literature is the human mind at the very height of its ability to express and interpret the world around us. Literature, at its best, does not simplify, but it enlarges our minds and sensibilities to the point where we can better handle complexity – even if, as is often the case, we don't entirely agree with what we are reading. Why read literature? Because it enriches life in ways that nothing else quite can. It makes us more human. And the better we learn to read it, the better it will do that.
CHAPTER 2
Fabulous Beginnings
MYTH
Long before we began to think of literature as something written down and printed, there was something which – on the principle ‘If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's a duck’ – we could still call literature. Anthropologists, who study humankind from the ancient past to the present day, call it ‘myth’. It originates in societies which ‘tell’ their literature, rather than writing it. The awkward and contradictory term ‘oral literature’ (that is, ‘spoken literature’) is often used. We don't have a better term.
The first point to make about myth is that it is not ‘primitive’. In fact it is very complex. The second point is that, taking the long view, written and printed literature are relatively recent arrivals – but myth has been with us forever. It makes sense to suppose that as a species we are somehow wired, inside ourselves, to think mythically, just as linguists nowadays argue that we are genetically wired, at a certain period of our lives, for language. (How else, as toddlers, could we learn something as complex as the language we're hearing?) Myth-making is in our nature. It's part of who we are as human beings.
What this means in practice is that we instinctively make mental shapes, patterns, from everything that goes on around us. As babies, we are born, one philosopher said, into ‘a great blooming, buzzing confusion’. Coming to terms with that frightening confusion is one of humankind's greatest enterprises. Myths have been a way of helping people make sense of our world. When we began to write, literature would do the same.