Professional Documents
Culture Documents
September 10, 1885
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The Nation
The Nation
Feb. 13,19241
doctrines.Was
hebeautiful?He
confused Greekorthodoxy by being so uncomely andyet so great.Butwhatever his shortcomings in these regards,-no one ever doubted
that he was alive-alive in body and mind and character,
alive in war and peace and friendship, alive in bed and at
table. Life was concentrated in him ; life spoke out of him.
So withliterature, which collects, transmutes,and
utters life. It may represent the good, may speak the truth,
.3) may use the modes of beauty-any one o r all of these things.
Call the good the bow which lends the power; call the truth
the string which fixes the direction; call the beautiful the
arrow whichwingsandstings.
But there is still the arm
in which the true life of the process lies. Or to change the
figure, one of those gods who in the mythologies model men
out of clay may have good clay and a true purpose and may
shape his figure beautifully; but theie is still the indispensable task of breathing the breath of life into it before it
will wake and go its own course and continue its breed to
other generations. Life is obviously what makes the difference between human sculpture and divine creation; it is the
sameelementwhichmakes
the differencebetween
good
literatureand
dead literature.
Neithercreatornor
critic can make himself universal by barely taking thought
about it. He is what he lives. The measure of the creator
is the amount of life he puts into hiswork. The measure of
the critic is the amount of life he finds there.
Mr. Van Doren is of course aware that this
creed of
vitality can not be held t o equip the critic with any idiotproof formula for estimating works of art. Not all persons
will agree upon what it is that makesa book alive, and
some will find a book throbbing when others find it cold. No
scheme of measurement is impartial or precise enough t o
determine whether Shakespeare creating Hamlet or
Goethe
appreciating the achievement was indubitably more o r less
alive than the random citizen cracking his best joke or his
companions roaring at it. Criticism, however, being rarely
the concern of random citizens, finds it prudent to consider
the processes of the Shakespeares and Goethes whom it does
concern. Thus biased tothe side of experts, thecritic
habitually tends to lose himself in technical considerations,
t o admire masterpieces because of the minor difficulties they
have overcome, t o approve the exquisiteadjustments of
. matter to form. By this tendency the pedants and puritans
of criticism are manufactured. To resist
it the critic who
wishes to be alive must keep his attention fixed much of the
time upon the primary substances of art: the stormy passions of mankind, the swarming hopes, the noisy laughter,
the homely speech. Let him be delighted as he may be by
the final product, hemuststill,
behindall the modes of
literature except those whose chief merit is their artifice,
feel therough document. Hemustunderstandthatthe
best civilized poets or novelists, thoughperhapsnotthe
most civilized, have shaped their art out of materials which,
beingoriginalandobstinate,didnottoo
glibly slip into
a n e a t molds.
For Mr. Van Doren it has doubtless been easier to be a
critic of this sort than it might have been had he worked
with some literature not so relatively rich in documents a s
the literature of America and not so relatively poor in final
products. But his chosen specialism has exacted a penalty.
It has confirmed him in his native disposition to overlook
deficiency in artforthe
sake of abundance of vitality.
Back and forth over the continent of American literature,
enough
with possibly t o o much gustoandcertainlynot
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fastidiousness,hehas
moved insearch
of bio-graphers,
travelers, amateur anthropologists, adventurers, and
eccentrics no less than of conscious artists ; and he hasexpounded
them all with
asympathywhich
is t o blame if now and
then the swans and geese, the sheep and goats, within Mr.
Van Dorens critical fold look lamentably of the same dimensions and significance.
Taken in some candid moment, this friendly criticwould
undoubtedly admit that sympathy, however valuable a function of criticism, is not its totalfunction.Thereare
authors who deserve less to be explained than to be attacked
like weeds in a usefu1 o r lovely garden, without too much
consideration for their unavoidable instinct t o be weeds.
But for such lethal functions Mr. Van Doren has apparently
smallappetite. He has, with all his considerable industry
of indolence which
whenenthusiastic, the particular kind
seeks to avoid controversy.
Though
his vivisection of
Booth Tarkington and of Winston Churchill seems to have
been accomplished with certain cruel thrusts and twists of
the scalpel, he ordinarily prefers t o use in such cases the
colder knife of silence. Nor is this preference the result
of any calculatedpride,unwilling
to stoop to the smaller
f r y of letters. It comes from a positive aversion t o reading
undistinguished or trifling authors and to
doing the hard
work upon them which goes into Mr. T a n Dorens criticism. If he touches an author of this s o r t a t all, it is ,because he thinks the authors works have settled into a false
place in history.
Ratheranhistorian,strictly
speaking, than a critic,
Mr. Van, Doren is bold enough where history is in question.
He haslabored untiringly to dig theweeds out of the annals
of American fiction; he was nearly
the first to lift a voice
in the revival of Herman Melville; among his contemporaries he reaches a probably t o o eager hand to many if not
to all kinds of excellence, in something the spirit of a radical historian quick to welcome new materials to the record.
Being so occupied with history, that is, with things already
done, Mr. Van Doren has almost no interest in the metaphysics of criticism.He
seldom strugglesinthe
specula-tive void where subtler critics argue about the boundaries
and purposes of art. Heundertakesonlyplainjobs
with
definitematerials.Hesets
forththepatterns
which he
believes he has found in his subjects of investigation a s if
theywereanyothercontributionto
knowledge. Subtler
critics may disagree with
him, but he does not return to.
the theme unless he has found new facts which force him
to modify his opinions. Though no longergiven so much
as formerly t o minute research, he still insists that hisusefulness, if he has any, must be based upon the opportunity
which he affords for unprofessional readers, with his professional help, t o make up their own minds about the authors
whom he interprets.
The truth of the matter is,Mr.VanDoren
practices
one branch of criticism to the exclusion of several others.
That he is little perturbed by his limitations, that he does
t o descend to prejunot greatly care to rise to passion or
dice, means, in part, that he is more wilful in his behavior
than sometimes appears. It means, also, that criticism has
never been withhim a major aim. What really interests
him is human character, whether met in
books or out of
character which.he studies.
them, and it is always human
His fourth volume of more o r less formal criticism being
now completed, he plans, so f a r a sit may be permitted him,
to withdraw to other provinces.