The retrospective tendency built into this occasion, the thirtieth
MLA meeting of the Society for Critical Exchange, is both great and
grave, and therefore, given the somewhat contrarian nature of this
organization, worthy to be resisted. I will, however, succumb to it
for long enough to sketch out a frame for the remarks that will
follow. In 1975, I spent part of a year on leave from the University
of Rochester as a visiting fellow at Princeton to study with Thomas
Kuhn in the Program for the History and Philosophy of Science—and to
pursue work on a book project on the philosophical history of
criticism, an early partial draft of which had been destroyed in a
fire that took with it, in addition to the top floor of our house,
most of my library. The conjunction of a disaster and an opportunity
to restart was, to say the least, energizing. What was lost was work
stemming from my Ph.D. dissertation at Iowa, one of an early trickle
of dissertations not on literary authors and texts but “theory,” a
subject which at that epoch was simply not available for study
except at a small handful of places, including Iowa.
In broad terms, the project was to ascertain, as seriously and
comprehensively as I could, what a “theory” in literary study would
have to explain. I came at the question not as a humanities graduate
student who didn't know math and couldn't do science, but on the
contrary, from having chosen a fellowship in English over one in
genetics because the intellectual problems in literature seemed to
me both harder and more interesting. Like many others, I had started
out with the belief that the work of Northrop Frye, as a natural and
bracing advance over the speculative incoherence of the New
Criticism, had already reached a level of theoretical plausibility
that simply could not be found in earlier Anglo-American
criticism.(1) That sanguine
view did not survive even a close reading of the first of Frye's
four essays in Anatomy of Criticism , much to my surprise
(and the consternation of my dissertation director). The problem,
not to put too fine a point on it, was that the traditional way of
forming concepts in literary criticism generally didn't quite reach
as high as the seat of the pants.(2)
By 1972, I had already rejected the idea of trying to publish my
dissertation, even though the deluge had already begun, of books in
the humanities (mainly reworked dissertations) that would scarcely
ever be read and would make a difference primarily to the author who
needed to have it published to earn tenure. This was less a case of
misguided virtue or a premature attack of ‘standards' on my part
than it was a genuine sense of excitement and perplexity over the
development of “theory” as not just another episode in the
institutional history of the academic humanities, but undeniable
evidence that a crucial phase of that history had already played
itself out. The option of treating this as just another change of
fashion, wherein one picked “theory” as just a new “approach to
literature” that would allow one to go on publishing polite essays
and “readings” of texts seemed a particularly stark variety of
denial. That response to theory is now fairly common, but in the mid
‘70s, “theory” felt like a shaking of the foundations in which
fundamental philosophical issues were at stake, with very real
political and social consequences.
The core idea of SCE was very simple: if such an assessment were
even partly right, most people with literary Ph.D.s and established
positions were not very well prepared to engage the issues, and even
if they were, it was not the kind of undertaking that could prosper
by the isolated and idiosyncratic work of individuals. What was
needed then—and, I will argue, is even more urgently needed now—was
genuine intellectual exchange, a willingness to argue and to reason
through complex problems at whatever length and to whatever depth
was necessary or possible.
There is no need to dwell on the political and social climate of
those times, with civil rights, feminism, and anti-colonial wars of
liberation structuring and inflecting every conversation and public
debate. It is sufficient to note that when Paul de Man addressed the
relation between crisis and criticism in 1971 (in Blindness and
Insight ), his particular focus on calling into question the
“specific intent” of “the act of writing” could not very well be
confined to an issue in the “rhetoric of criticism.” In many ways,
it was not even a literary question at stake, but rather a dramatic
enlivening of a discourse of Justice with roots as old as the Book
of Job and Plato's Republic that still supplies whatever
urgency and legitimacy there is in the practice of theory. Over
these thirty years, the institutional trajectory of “theory” has
followed practical and political exigencies, from principled
objections to the exclusivity of the literary curriculum, to the now
canonical status of “theory” as one among the subjects, topics, or
themes that one simply has to study in an English or
Literature department. “Theory” is now represented in everyone's
curriculum and has taken its place on all of the standardized tests.
To put it mildly, it was not always so.
Death, retirement, and attrition have pretty much taken care of
the old style foes of theory, for whom the very notion that one
would teach courses on abstract models and methods in criticism was
somewhat akin to dragging a pig into the parlor and butchering it
before the hostess. Political reactionaries, foes of another sort,
we will of course always have with us—or against us, as the case
will prove—who detest theory because it is, in all essential
respects, a determined continuation and complication of the
traditions of liberalism, at least since John Stuart Mill's
resounding caution against the tyranny of the majority in On
Liberty. But the worry now is that in the institutional
domestication of theory it has become as tedious and dogmatic as the
critical practices it opposed thirty years ago, and that, I would
suggest, partly explains the spate of books and articles over the
last five years or so pronouncing the end, the collapse, or the
death of theory. In a manner of speaking, we now have the Gospel
according to Foucault, the Epistles to the Capitalists and
Colonizers, the Canticles concerning Race and Gender, and the Acts
of the Deconstructionists against which to measure the rhetorical
sophistications of our own critical practices and procedures. In
keeping with my trope, it is not just that “theory” has become
predictable and boring, but that it has become theoretically
complacent, unwilling or unable to call itself or its own most
cherished commonplaces into question, and systematically prone to
mistaking the further exploitation or elaboration of an old idea as
something new, even when the shortcomings of the core conception are
known to be fundamental and very likely incurable. How many times
can we revive Marx, or Nietzsche, or Freud, without taking seriously
the uncontestable fact that these are three of our standbys whose
theories have never yet failed to fail? Can “theory” survive its own
institutional incorporation on the strength of the incessant
recirculation of a very limited set of dialectial commonplaces?
In one way or another, SCE and all of us on this panel have
contributed to the now entirely obvious domestication of theory as a
set of canonical texts and doctrines. Two of us on this panel have
had a more than usually pronounced role in this result, as the
editors of anthologies of theory—my work, with Hazard Adams, in one
of the earliest anthologies of contemporary criticism, Critical
Theory Since 1965 (1986), along with Critical Theory since
Plato , 3 rd edition (2005); and Vincent Leitch, in
his monumental accomplishment as the General editor of The
Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism (2001)—that have
shaped the field, created (and dominated) a market that in the 1970s
simply didn't exist. But as Jim Sosnoski has observed in his paper
for this occasion, that is not exactly what we thought we had in
mind.
When we took steps to actually start SCE as a not for profit
corporation, my idea at least was not that it should replace the
MLA, but simply make use of it, to allow for a kind of guerrilla
theater within the institutional framework of the profession, to try
to put a little—or a lot—more pressure on the idea of intellectual
discipline without the addition of a lot of superstructure. It was
definitely a basement and garage operation, using donated paper, a
surplus printing press, and a lot of cheap trailing edge technology
to create occasions for discussion. The leading thought was that if
any of us were right, the emergence of theory represented if not a
rupture then at least a serious break within both the dialectical
traditions of continental philosophy and the logical complacency of
analytical philosophy, precisely at the point where the linguistic
turn ran into the problem of the imaginative. It seemed obvious to
us then, as it still seems obvious to me, that the magnitude of the
undertaking represented by theory was not something tractable by
single individuals, no matter how brilliant and tireless they might
be. I am not entirely convinced that the problem suggested can be
explained in terms either of the charisma of the great teacher
foregrounded in John Guillory's incisive critique of Paul de Man in
Cultural Capital: The Problem of Literary Canon Formation
(1993), or in the model articulated by Jim Sosnoski in Token
Professionals and Master Critics : A Critique of Orthodoxy in
Literary Studies (1994). While these are cogent descriptions
of the syndrome of the Superstar, which like the Romantic
idolization of the Genius, trades on a radically impoverished idea
of human agency, I believe the fundamental problems are, and always
have been, intellectual, and the belief that new ideas are
individual creations is among the hardest of human conceits to
dislodge. It is a good deal easier to see that ideas prosper only as
they spread than it is to see that the mere fact that an idea
spreads does not necessarily make it a good idea.
I would venture that some of the frustration or
disappointment—both words may be too strong—that has attended the
various and largely ingenious doings of SCE over the last three
decades are connected to a correlative point, that attacking
institutional problems head on is largely a way to bruise your
skull. Part of the change theory has brought is a displacement of
attention, away from individual agency to systemic effects, ranging
from ideological entailments to the broad thematic of positionality,
wherein we recognize not only that our power to effect change
personally is limited but that if we do not act together, other
forces, from circumstance and inanition to sedulous or even inimical
opposition, will actually carry the day.
For our students, still blithely under the sway of a Romantic
conception of the self and strongly, sometimes pathologically given
to any form of acting out that will force others to look at them
, to acknowledge them, a first serious encounter with theory is by
no means empowering, but exactly the reverse. The main effect is to
deprive them of the cherished illusion that not only is their
destiny in their own hands, but the apparent belief that they have
so far succeeded in creating themselves as Unique
Individuals, unencumbered by history or obligation, who ought to be
loved and cherished for their uniqueness alone, prior to their going
out to change the world, end poverty, or it may be, just to advance
the virtuous cause of Free Trade Coffee. In short, after the first
flush in which Derridean deconstruction seems like a nifty strategy
of revolt, and avowedly relishing the imaginary drama of Foucault
sticking it to the powerful, the crucial texts of “theory” show them
unmistakably their powerlessness, the scope of the
over-determination of their opinions, preferences, and actions, and
the evidently unlimited extent to which they can be exploited and
suppressed economically, politically, psychologically, culturally,
sexually, and so on.
The stage of rebellion, of opposition for opposition's sake, we
should never forget, cannot last forever without making a shambles
of the rebel's life whilst contributing exactly nothing to defeating
the oppression against which the rebellion was evidently aimed. This
is true even when opposition advances, dialectically, to the forming
of interest groups, coalitions, or even conspiratorial cadres bent
on carrying out some kind of Gramscian war of position, at least
until the numbers in the group are sufficient to carry out a coup
d'état—even if the ‘state' being taken over is just a curriculum
committee, an academic department, or a professional society. This
is school ground politics, but it is still serious in the sense that
it inhibits thought, stops genuine theoretical speculation in its
tracks, and fetishizes oppositions under the sign of righteous
doctrine.
The further assimilation of theory, however, hinges on the
subtler recognition that the shock of discovering the pervasiveness
of ideology, the ubiquity of linguistic mediation, the paradoxical
impossibility of a unified self, does not mean that we are under
attack, being suppressed, disrespected or demeaned. It only means
that we have been operating under one or more illusions, and the
sooner we lose them the better. Militant theory, like religious
fundamentalisms of all sorts, treats the moment of disillusion on
the contrary as a call to arms, of renewed vigilance or more
determined action to act against an oppressor that is everywhere and
nowhere, neglecting to notice that any attempt to go out in search
of an enemy will in fact create an enemy who may very well
be capable not only of kicking your ass but trashing your ambitions
and perhaps, even putting an end to you.
By this escalation of my own rhetoric I mean only to mark a path
back to the questions of moment today for SCE, as still the only
professional organization devoted exclusively to theory. For I do
think that at this juncture, thirty years on, the central purpose of
the Society for Critical Exchange remains if anything more important
than any of us could have imagined when in our salad days we
launched it. It is critical exchange . We still need it,
not in the form of launching prematurely ambitious projects that
directly intend institutional change, but as a means for
discriminating much more seriously, more professionally, more
philosophically, the difference between ideas that spread for
contingent reasons we may not be able to discern, and ideas that
spread because they work, because they respond to actual needs and
are supported not just by a handful of smart people, but by an
entire professional network committed to the belief that the
dissemination of a bad idea, the publication of a stupid article, or
the launching of an ill-conceived project actually hurts people.
In many ways, SCE has contributed to the accomplishment of a
first, shall we say, Romantic phase of theory, in the sense that we
leapt ahead of our own collective and even individual understandings
in the confidence that the traditional intellectual and practical
grounding of literary study was changing, and indeed, absolutely
had to change, without any sufficient idea of what that would
entail. The multiple experiments, from sessions done under the cover
of MLA, to conferences, memorable, unrepeatable—not that we would
necessarily want to repeat them—to large and wooly collaborative
projects done without sufficient planning or resources, have at once
expanded and curtailed our sense of possibilities. But what has
happened all too rarely is the kind of sustained critical exchange
that makes it possible for people not to have to reinvent the wheel
every time they want to go down the street. In one sense, we need
simpler and more reliable instruments—and I do not mean more insipid
instruments—in the first place, that will allow us to track the
progress of our inquiries, and to evaluate each others' work on a
better and more circumspect basis than conformity to the fashion of
the moment.
Many years ago, I asked a colleague, a distinguished
entomologist, what advice he would give to a beginner in his field
to avoid messing up his or her career. His reply was instant and
unambiguous: “Don't ever publish a dumb article.” I hooted with
laughter, since the application of that standard to us would pretty
much decimate any English department in my acquaintance. But that is
exactly the standard that we ought to hold ourselves to. As a
dialectical discipline, the hard thing for us is to articulate the
grounds on which we would judge an article or a book or a
conference paper to be “dumb” without hesitating to assert such a
judgment because of the perceived frangibility and dubiousness of
all value judgments that are made on the basis of dialectical
commonplaces. Thirty years of theory has, on this score, made us
more than a little gun shy from seeing the ease with which such
judgments can be shot down and exposed as ideologically determined
and culturally preconditioned. Our desire not to do this kind of
wrong only masks our fecklessness on any axiological question
whatsoever. Ethical arguments are mainly the ones we care about, but
are exactly the arguments we are reluctant to make. Quite clearly,
this response misses the philosophical and historical point almost
completely: it merely shows the extent to which our discipline is
not theoretical but practical in its commitments, not
rigorous or scientific but resolutely dialectical in its methods. We
will wrap ourselves into very pretzels of evasion to avoid admitting
that the arguments we care about are practical, ethical, and
political, and represent what we do as the creation of “knowledge”
or a critique of traditional epistemology so as not to have to
confront the inconsequence or incoherence of the actual arguments we
do make.
I do not in any way mean to intimate that making practical
reasoning accountable to fact, logically consistent, perspicuous
and convincing is or ought to be easy. That is the whole
point: it is the most difficult intellectual task there is, and it
cannot be accomplished by rummaging around in the tool bag of
contemporary theory for the terms and examples that would make it
seem easy, just as it cannot be addressed at all by the endless
repetition of the phrase ‘always already' relative to the tropes of
formalist metaphysical realism. That is because what I have
provisionally called the “Romantic phase” of theory has been
entirely engaged with the negative or privative showing that
Western metaphysics from its very inception is paradoxical,
self-contradictory, and fundamentally, as opposed to accidentally,
incoherent. But that has not moved us a millimeter closer to a more
robust, generous, or avowedly dynamic theory of reality. We have
taken ample recourse to Aristotle's term for getting stuck,
aporia , so as to avoid having to admit that we are, and have
been for a very long while indeed, not for thirty years, but more
like thirty centuries, stuck . Transfixed
by a version of Saussurean linguistics so impoverished that it will
not even allow for the formulation of the idea of syntax,
we persist in the error of supposing that because the relation of
the signifier to the signified is arbitrary, the whole of language
must be so too. In exactly the same way, because we are the heirs of
a magnificent though problematic tradition of writing that
has sought justice, not in the manner of trying to find the
molecular weight of potassium, but imaginatively, poetically, and
literarily, the showing that our curriculum has been exploited as a
sanctuary of an exclusionary elitism has led us on a fool's errand
of trying to codify the curriculum of theory as authoritative
compendium of doctrine pertaining to social justice,
without measuring the extent to which the very literary curriculum
we have come close to putting under erasure in the process is the
principal instrument we have to revitalize, in every generation, the
imaginative assent to justice as an ideal without which
the idea of justice is simply vacuous. Elsewhere, I have made the
point more economically in the assertion that without poetic
justice, there is simply no justice at all.(3)
Clearly, if this is the scope of what theory in its next phase,
if it is to have a next phase, will have to encompass, we cannot
expect to make any headway on the strength of the already thoroughly
depleted ideas of what is now institutionally dominant—which is the
Romantic phase of theory. But just here, I think the ambiguous
history of SCE might help us to see not only about what not to do,
but how to move forward, how to get un- stuck. It is not by
laying down the outlines of a massive metaphysical project, or
embarking upon a series of utopian schemes for institutional renewal
via the internet, reposing our faith in whiz-bang technology to
inaugurate the “digital humanities”, for which we have neither the
resources nor the requisite expertise. The category mistake built
into the very idea is that we can create composite, multi-genre,
multi-media, interactive texts , works, venues ,
without building into the design the undetected limitations of
perspective and imagination that we have right now. If we really
want to go forward, what sense does it make to forget completely
what the current Romantic phase of theory has taught us? What we
need are archives, digital libraries, with clear guidelines insuring
permanence and open access to digitized documents, images,
algorithms—not coffee-table books cum interactive video
games in which will be hard-wired all the critical limitations of
our present understanding, or lack thereof, about what is important,
what connections are revealing in what ways, and so on.
My guess is that what I take this to imply is by no means
obvious, so to spell it out a little, it is just this. We cannot,
and therefore should try not to leap ahead to imagine the shape of a
future that is exclusively shaped by the tools and ideas that we
have already reduced to formulas. What is decisive is not the
dramatic, large scale project that everyone can see, but attention
to the tools, the procedures, the instruments of evaluation in and
through which intellectual communication can actually take place.
Nothing would please me more than to see SCE take on three quite
modest and undramatic initiatives that easily could take thirty more
years to bring off.
The first is an extension of experiments with the form of
scholarly communication . We have learned a good deal about
this from experiments already undertaken, but the profession of
literary and cultural studies today may be closer than any of us
think to a tolerably complete meltdown of our current arrangements
of publication, not only for articles, but especially for books and
manuscripts. Perhaps we can explore this issue in further detail in
the MLA session itself, but the current arrangements concerning
intellectual property, library subscriptions to professional
journals, the production, warehousing, marketing, and archival
preservation of monographs and books is so obviously not sustainable
that we appear to have the choice of ignoring it until the meltdown
actually happens, or trying to get a little ahead of the curve by
examining and testing things we can actually do to use the internet
and digital archiving technology to track our own progress.
The second is closely related: a concerted effort to clean up
and make credible the idea of “peer review” for scholarly
publications . While I might be able to get some handful of
people to rant right along with me about how much unredeemable trash
gets published—even with “peer review” evidently in play—that would
have no more meaning than a late night gripe session. So long as we
are content to have “peer review” mean nothing more than the finding
of three people who will say yes to an article or book, then the
long standing recognition that getting articles published is more a
testament to endurance and persistence than a proof of the adequacy
or importance of an argument will not change, and the credibility of
what we publish will continue to slide. For years it has been the
case that most books published in the humanities would never make it
to print without one or more subventions somewhere along the line,
but it is still evidently not widely known that the average sales of
university press books in the humanities before the press run is
offered for remainder is just above 300 copies. It used to be that
book publishers could rely on library sales to break even on a book
or monograph published in an established series. That is gone. Not
only are library budgets sufficiently strapped that they cannot
afford to keep up with the flood of pretty good dissertations turned
into mediocre books, they wouldn't have the shelf space to house
them if they did.
We clearly cannot wait for the MLA or the Association of
University Presses or the local sheriff to rationalize our
publication practices, but an organization like SCE can, if it will,
focus attention on models that do not fall into the error of
mistaking the form of publication—an article or book in print
—for the function—the scholarly communication of arguments and the
dissemination of ideas that really are worth disseminating and do
not consist of someone saying in a slightly different register the
same thing that has already been said innumerable times before. What
is critical is the evaluation, not the appearance of our very own
words in print. The fact that we have pretty much lost our public
audience from having spent so much time talking only to one another
and our aspiring graduate students does not at all mean that what we
study and what we care about is irrelevant to the public. In the
first place, our students—and I mean our undergraduate
students are our first and most important “public” audience; but
beyond that, the proliferation of redundant books and the acceptance
of merely gnarly rhetoric as the epitome of intellectual
sophistication serves no one, and it is killing this profession.
Finally, I would urge SCE to renew its long standing commitment
to critical exchange in the field of theory, not by restricting
attention to theory as a form of writing but by taking up the
relation of the theoretical to the imaginative. The frustration of
theory in the humanities lies in the fact that it reveals a history
of unfinished revolutions, projects that falter or stumble for
various reasons, which are not taken up again once those reasons are
clarified. Did “theory” emerge out of the New Criticism and
Structuralism, indelibly characterized by Bob Scholes some twenty
years ago as having devolved into the practice of “a clever graduate
student interpreting the daylights out of a poem before thirty
stupefied freshman” only to become itself a practice of a new clever
graduate student instructing forty stupefied freshmen how to apply
the idea of the panopticon to any social or discursive practice
whatsoever? Right now, the most salient differences appear to be
only that our classes are larger, the exploitation of graduate
students to teach them is still more vicious, and the number of
teachers in actual, bona fide tenure track positions is at an all
time low.
I am not arguing for some putative “return” to literature, since
I have grave doubts that we were ever there to begin with. On the
contrary, I am talking about taking up the failed revolution of
teaching students how to read imaginative writing not as a precious
object to be venerated, bound in leather, tooled with gold, but as a
fundamental form of reasoning that, in conjunction with criticism,
is and always has been engaged with the vital process of cultural
legitimation.
These are none of them problems that can be proposed and carried
out in a couple of months or even a couple of years. And I would
want to stress in particular that they should not be cooked up by
one person, speaking ex cathedra, or even by a panel as congenial
and distinguished as this one. They should be planned, discussed and
modeled, quarreled over and tested carefully under the bracing
discipline of genuine critical exchange.
(1) This was, of course,
not a new opinion, as I. A. Richards, arguably the first critic in
English to take even the idea of theory in criticism seriously, had
wickedly characterized the state of the field prior to his
Principles of Literary Criticism in this memorable sentence:
“A few conjectures, a supply of admonitions, many acute isolated
observations, some brilliant guesses, much oratory and applied
poetry, inexhaustible dogma, no small stock of prejudices, whimsies
and crotchets, a profusion of mysticism, a little genuine
speculation, sundry stray inspirations, pregnant hints and random
aperçues: of such as these, it may be said without
exaggeration, is extant critical theory composed.”
(2) To be a little more
precise, the problem lies in the fact that virtually all critical
debates are dialectical in character, not following the pretensions
to science from Hegel through Marx to Lukacs and Goldmann, for
example, but precisely Aristotle's verdict that dialectic is arguing
from commonplaces: propositions not proved or verified, but merely
what happens to be believed or accepted by the arguers of the
moment. See “Introduction: The Modern Era,” in Critical Theory
since Plato, 3 rd ed. ( Boston : Thomson-Wadsworth, 2005),
esp. 629-631.
(3) See “Literature
Departments and the Practice of Theory,” forthcoming in MLN,
December, 2006.
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