By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
Unlike the mandarins of today's English departments, critics approached a work, new or old, as something to be scrutinized first for sense, then for value, and lastly for its links to the literary tradition and to the world that, they were always aware, lived outside the world of books. If they had a strong ideology, or a fixed set of aesthetic principles, they used these to measure the work's valuealways conceding, if they had any brains, that in art rules are made to be changed, and that a work which alters them can still supply the lasting delight, wonder, and excitement that are the principal reasons people formerly read.
For more than half a century, everything intelligent Americans meant when they said "literary critic" was embodied by Edmund Wilson (18951972), whose Literary Essays and Reviews from 1920 to 1950 have just been assembled in two compact volumes by the Library of America. Other critics may have been read more widely or had greater influence on the best-seller list; none was more respected. The son of a prominent New Jersey lawyer, Wilson showed his affinity for literature early: In a memoir of his prep-school years, "Mr. Rolfe" in The Triple Thinkers, he recalls his disappointment when the headmaster's wife, a fervent evangelical who gave the boys individual lectures on the dangers of sin, saw fit to warn him only of the temptation of being too bookish and neglecting the outside world. Her worries were groundless: After graduating from Princeton and serving as a hospital orderly in France during World War I, Wilson established himself quickly in a series of cutting-edge journalistic jobs that demonstrated his gifts as a sharp-eyed observer not only of the literary scene but of the arts in general, politics, and society.
In that era, rocked by the upheavals of a decade-long boom followed by a decade of economic depression and another world war, America was redefining itself culturally. Wilson, living in Greenwich Village and contributing to magazines like Vanity Fair, The Dial, and The New Republic, mingled with the young writers whose postwar disillusionment had caused Gertrude Stein to dub them "the lost generation." His friends included F. Scott Fitzgerald (a Princeton classmate whose literary remains Wilson would later edit), Edna St. Vincent Millay (with whom he lost his virginity), John Dos Passos, e.e. cummings, Dawn Powell, and the playwrights of the Provincetown Playhouse.
Alert to the new American work being produced by these and other young artists, Wilson was equally responsive to the innovative art coming from Europe. His wide reading in childhood had given him a solid background in the great 18th- and 19th-century writers; his schooling had versed him thoroughly in the Greek and Latin classics. He was unfazed by the new: His first major book, Axel's Castle (1931), collects a series of essays that constitute a history of modernism from the Symbolists to Wilson's contemporaries Joyce, Eliot, and Stein. Yet he wrote it largely while serving as literary editor and cultural columnist for The New Republic (192631), turning out weekly columns on everything from New York's vaudeville and burlesque houses to Hemingway's early stories (his was the first American review of In Our Time) and Edith Wharton's later novels.
The reviews and brief essays of this period, collected in The Shores of Light (1953), which shares Volume 1 of the set with Axel's Castle, display Wilson's staggering range and mental capacity: He is equally at home discussing Lord Byron and Thornton Wilder, the new-style comedies of George S. Kaufman and the early-19th-century French political philosopher Joseph de Maistre, the magic of Houdini and the diatribes of H.L. Mencken. On these and countless other subjects, what he says is accurate, thorough, and allowing for quirks of personal taste- reasonable. He brings each subject before you concisely but firmly, sums up its major qualities and faults, shows its importance in a larger context, cites significant works, and usually has space left over to mention intriguing minor works or arcane bits of fact that illuminate his topic from a different angle. The easy, assured balance of knowledge with the perception that comes from fresh discovery makes these pieces a model (and a source of despair) for any practicing reviewer.