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greatest fault of this book is that it is not, strictly speaking, a novel."
The same form might be adopted in reply:
"The greatest fault of the writer who does me the honor to review me is that he is not a critic."
For what are, in fact, the essential characteristics of a critic?
It is necessary that, without preconceived notions, prejudices of "School," or partisanship for any class of
dangereuses, Werther, Elective Affinities(Wahlverwandschaften), Clarissa Harlowe, \u00c9mile, Candide,
Cinq-Mars, Ren\u00e9, Les Trois Mousquetaires, [2]Mauprat, Le P\u00e8re Goriot, La Cousine Bette, Colomba, Le
Rouge et le Noir, Mademoiselle de Maupin, Notre-Dame de Paris, Salammbo, Madame Bovary, Adolphe,M.
de Camors, l'Assommoir, Sapho, etc., still can be so bold as to write "This or that is, or is not, a novel," seems
to me to be gifted with a perspicacity strangely akin to incompetence. Such a critic commonly understands by a novel a more or less improbable narrative of adventure, elaborated after the fashion of a piece for the stage, in three acts, of which the first contains the exposition, the second the action, and the third the catastrophe or
Are there any rules for the making of a novel, which, if we neglect, the tale must be called by another name?
If Don Quixote is a novel, then is Le Rouge et le Noir a novel? If Monte Christo is a novel, isl'Assommoir?
Can any conclusive comparison be drawn between Goethe's Elective Affinities, The Three Mousqueteers, by
Dumas, Flaubert's Madame Bovary, M. de Camors by Octave Feuillet, andGerminal, by Zola? Which of them
all is The Novel? What are these famous rules? Where did they originate? Who laid them down? And in virtue
of what principle, of whose authority, and of what reasoning?
And yet, as it would appear, these critics know in some positive and indisputable way what constitutes a
novel, and what distinguishes it from other tales which are not novels. What this amounts to is that without
being producers themselves they are enrolled under a School, and that, like the writers of novels, they
reject[3] all work which is conceived and executed outside the pale of their esthetics. An intelligent critic
ought, on the contrary, to seek out everything which least resembles the novels already written, and urge
young authors as much as possible to try fresh paths.
All writers, Victor Hugo as much as M. Zola, have insistently claimed the absolute and incontrovertible right
to compose\u2014that is to say, to imagine or observe\ue000in accordance with their individual conception of
originality, and that is a special manner of thinking, seeing, understanding, and judging. Now the critic who
assumes that "the novel" can be defined in conformity with the ideas he has based on the novels he prefers,
and that certain immutable rules of construction can be laid down, will always find himself at war with the
artistic temperament of a writer who introduces a new manner of work. A critic really worthy of the name
ought to be an analyst, devoid of preferences or passions; like an expert in pictures, he should simply estimate
the artistic value of the object of art submitted to him. His intelligence, open to everything, must so far
supersede his individuality as to leave him free to discover and praise books which as a man he may not like,
but which as a judge he must duly appreciate.
The reader, who looks for no more in a book than that it should satisfy the natural tendencies of his own mind,
wants the writer to respond to his predominant taste, and he invariably praises a work or a passage which
appeals to his imagination, whether idealistic,[4] gay, licentious, melancholy, dreamy, or positive, as
"striking" or "well written."
The public as a whole is composed of various groups, whose cry to us writers is:
"Comfort me."
"Amuse me."
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