Searching for meaning. . . or something. "Old Scholar (Vanitas Allegory)" by Sir Godfrey Kneller, 1668. |
My lovely and brilliant sister has pointed out to me that I was carelessly imprecise in my use of the word "literature" in my post on Dante and modern Italian. She is, of course, 100% right. Conveniently for me, her disagreement--which I at least had the good instinct to ask for--has revealed to me that this blog is starting to take the shape of a public journal of my progress through literary study. It will be just that--a progression--meaning it will be messy, contradictory, and never fully complete. That being said, I will make every good attempt that I can to ensure that my considerations of this journey will be interesting, honest, and liberally seasoned with exciting thoughts and words from people who know a lot more than I do. And I will be disagreeing with myself. Often. Thanks, Lia!
Back to the word. I tried to give it a spin in the right direction; for the purposes of that post, I had decided that "literature" would mean "old (at least 100 years), dense (so that you could spend a lifetime thinking about it), and wildly imaginative (thrilling to the core, life-changing)."
It has become glaringly obvious to me over the past few days that this is a particularly bad definition of "literature." Luckily, in the introduction to his excellent book Literary Theory: An Introduction, Terry Eagleton gives a concise, witty, and illuminating summary of the problem of defining this word.
Eagleton's introduction broadly traces the rise and fall of certain ways of defining "literature" in the recent past. From reading this excellent book I have come to realize that the definition I have always used is one initiated and popularized by the Russian formalists like Roman Jakobson, who defined "literature" is a piece of an "organized violence committed on ordinary speech" (qt. in Eagleton 2).
This is a definition of literature that, in my own education, has come out of my interest in modern poetry, with its premium on defamiliarizing and re-energizing language, which has lost its shockingly beautiful fecundity as it is increasingly used as a weapon of social, political, and economic control. Here, Eagleton offers one of my favorite lines: "If you approach me at a bus stop and murmur 'Thou still unravished bride of quietness,' then I am instantly aware that I am in the presence of the literary" (2). In this sense of the word, it is the kind of presence which I cultivate greedily.
Eagleton finally leads us to the conclusion that this definition of "literature" is simply one among many. Establishing an objective definition of literature, he says, is impossible; every definition of "literature" so far represents a set of criteria derived by certain people at a certain time with certain ideological aims. There is no definition of "literature" that arrives at an essential, fixed, and static quality or character. "Any belief that the study of literature is the study of a stable, well-defined entity, as entomology is the study of insects, can be abandoned as a chimera. . ." says Eagleton, because "by and large people term 'literature' writing which they think is good" (10-11).
My point in excluding Harry Potter from the same conceptual space as the one that contains Dante and Shakespeare, then, is to say that I don't particularly care for it, while I am enamored with those latter authors. My mistake, however, was to pretend that the word "literature" may absolutely not refer to works I don't care for. And although my initial objection to the Harry Potter series has been that it is a highly commercial franchise more than a raw, complex imagination of an astoundingly complex world, that exclusive, rather elitist view becomes a bit more complicated when I consider that Shakespeare himself got rather rich from his dealings in the theater, if not solely from his plays themselves. This is just one example of the trickiness in using a word like "literature" to attribute and enforce cultural, or even personal, values.
The title of this post, then, is not entirely accurate. "Literature" means something--but it has meant and continues to mean so many things as to disperse and dissipate its efficacy as a unified concept, especially one that we may use to assign (or revoke) value. A brief reading of the word's entry in Raymond Williams's paradigm-shifting book Keywords yields a good sense of how many meanings "literature" has accrued throughout its usage. According to Williams, it has meant, at different times: all written work of any kind; all famous writings; all writings deemed to be "polite" (184); explicitly fictional works; all written works of any genre or degree of realism which exerted a high degree of cultural influence. . . and on and on and on. At one time it has meant imaginative, creative work, and at another time the kind of writing which was utterly distinct from purely imaginative, artistic realms--something more "serious" and discursive, or instructive.
And that was just through the 18th century. Since then, "literature" has become an even more complex and, to an extent, vacuous word. It is a word to which we may apply Jacques Derrida's concept of being "sous rature" or "under erasure"--a word that undermines itself, but, in the absence of a suitable alternative, which we must continue to use. Eagleton's monumentally important point is that our cultural values and the ideological agendas each of us use to fuel our career through life are the basis for our definitions of words like "literature;" these words do not come to us from a gilded, laurel-wreathed, divinely-sanctioned manuscript. Or at least, when they do come from such a place, we would do very well to question the motives behind the bestower. Then it will be important to remember that the word "literature," as Eagleton keenly points out, tells us more about ourselves than it does about the things we are trying to describe.