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Author(s): IHAB HASSAN
Source: The American Scholar , Summer, 1963, Vol. 32, No. 3 (Summer, 1963), pp. 463-
464, 466, 468, 470, 472, 474, 476, 478, 480, 482, 484
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IHAB HASSAN
If confusion is the sign of the times, I see at the root of this confusion
between things and words, between things and the ideas and signs that
representation.
- Antonin Artaud
Modern literature is the enormous dream the force of desire. My specific aim will be
of men haunted by the mortality of their to comment on the strategy of that litera-
ture in its labor to derive life from enforced
gods. But in dreams, the poet said, begin
deprivation. The strategy, it will be seen,
responsibilities. The enormity of modern
leads literature from radical distortions of
literature springs from the soul of men, and
form to a parody of self-repudiation, and
moves in the very life of their culture. With
this knowledge begin all responsibilities.
from the latter to a verbal equivalent of
Yet most of us look upon the mangled fig-silence. Modern literature protests against
ures who possess the literary imaginationthe
of idea of culture; the ultimate protest of
our time as if they were an alien breed. language is silence; the literature of silence
Even madmen know better than thus to entertains wordlessness for its future. This
elude their fate. Antonin Artaud was at is the stark outline.
times mad, and he saw the point with piti- The outline is stark and the statements
less clarity: "What is most importantexcessive;... is our road may not lead to Blake's
not so much to defend a culture whose ex- palace of wisdom. Yet excess is not the only
istence has never kept man from going hun- risk we run. In a particular sense, the liter-
gry [he was not thinking of our bellies],atureas of silence is not simply extreme; it is
to extract, from what is called culture, ideas
also subversive. For without language, his-
whose compelling force is identical with tory and society cease to exist, and civiliza-
that of hunger." tion reverts to aboriginal darkness. Accord-
My general purpose in this essay is to ingre- to the Gospel, in the Beginning was the
Word, and human life became possible
flect on a strain of modern literature which,
when the Word was made Flesh. Is the
in its agonistic relation to culture, endeav-
human race, then, which has come such a
ors to extract from it the force of hunger,
long and terrible way through the passages
О Born in Cairo, Egypt, IHAB HASSAN came of prehistory, to be now turned back by
to the United States in 1946 and is now an
some erratic dream? Quite to the contrary.
American citizen. A professor of EnglishModern
at literature may be extreme and its
Wesleyan University, he has written extensively
on modern literature and is the author of
dreams outrageous. But it is conceived in
the interests of life, which always progress
Radical Innocence: The Contemporary Ameri-
through
can Novel. He is currently, on his second Gug- contradictions. Two major trends,
genheim Fellowship, writing a book on litera- now in uneasy unison and now in
working
ture and disorder. exuberant opposition, testify to this fact.
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The first trend reveals a growing Orpheus pays for his "crime" against Dio-
disaffec-
tion with modern civilization, nysus a profound
with dismemberment. But the act of
grumbling which expresses itself, dismemberment
rather su- is also a crime against
perficially, in adolescent violence, Apollo, patron of culture, that demands
hipster
anarchy and Oriental mysticism. bothThe
retribution
sec- and restitution. The Mae-
ond trend, intimately related to nadsthe first,
cannot wash their bloody hands in the
reveals a growing distrust of language river Heliconaswhich
a dives in horror into
medium of expression, and a the distrust of
ground; in one account, they are turned
form, which has impelled certain into twisted
modern trees. This is retribution. And
writers to cultivate chance and disorder as the head of Orpheus continues to sing, and
legitimate elements of the artistic process,where his limbs are buried by the Muses,
or to evolve patterns of non-sense that may the nightingales sing sweeter than any-
be called antiform. The distrust of languagewhere else in the world. This is restitution.
reflects a more radical distrust of reason, Retribution and restitution; meanwhile, the
history and social organization. At bottom, primordial conflict continues unresolved.
the revolt is directed against those insepara- I take the myth of Orpheus to be a para-
ble twins: Authority and Abstraction. For ble of the artist in our time. The powers
authority in social life and abstraction of in Dionysus, which our civilization has so
language are corollaries: they are com- harshly repressed, threaten to erupt with a
mandments issued to the flesh, coercing pri-vengeance. In the process, energy may over-
vate experience into objective order. The
whelm order; language may turn into a
two trends, we see, are aspects of the same
howl, a cackle, a terrible silence; form may
quenchless feud. What is that feud? be mangled as ruthlessly as the poor body
Here I revert to the parable of my title.
of Orpheus was. And yet the haunting ques-
tion remains, now as on that wild day in
It is the death of Orpheus, first among sing-
the hills of Thrace: must not the head of
ers, that provides a focus to the story. There
are, of course, many versions of the story,
the poet be severed in order that he may
although all are equally gory. Orpheus is
continue to sing? Let me put the question
killed by the Maenads at the behest of even
Di- more bluntly: is it not necessary that
onysus or, in Ovid's version, in a fit of life
un- overwhelm art periodically to insure
controllable jealousy; for since the deaththe
of health, the prevalence, of man? I should
his wife, Eurydice, Orpheus had preferred like to suggest that an affirmative answer to
the company of young men to women. One this question is perhaps more needful at
thing is clear: Orpheus, the supreme maker,
this time than a negative one; and I should
was the victim of an inexorable clash be- also like to propose that we are witnessing
tween the Dionysian principle, representedin modern literature a movement toward
by the frenzied Maenads, and the Apollo- disorder, an attack on form, intended to re-
nian ideal which he, as a poet, venerated.
cover a kind of human innocence. Here I
We do not really need a motive or excuse
end my parable and end my preamble. We
for the murder. The maker of songs of- can move closer to the subject by more spe-
fended the primal forces of life; he is over-
cific cultural, historical and literary analy-
whelmed by them. Ovid describes the scene sis.
thus: The voice of common sense cannot be
Mad fury reigned, and even so, all weapons stilled; it leads to an overwhelming ques-
tion. Why should the disaffection with civi-
Would have been softened by the singer's music,
But there was other orchestration: flutes lization, in our age, be so acute as to drive
Shrilling, and trumpets braying loud, andliterature to such extreme measures? The
drums,
implication is always that intellectuals are
Beating of breasts, and howling, so the lyre
Was overcome, and then at last the stones
baroque worriers, addicted to a pessimism
Reddened with blood, the blood of the singer,which they impose on their age. Possibly so,
heard although one suspects that our asylums and
No more through all that outcry. penitentiaries are full of men who did not
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culture of abstraction and repression? Let for all those who cannot live without art
me cite three modern authors who are as and what it signifies, is merely to find out
different in age and background as possi- how, among the police forces of so many
ble: Thomas Mann, Albert Camus and ideologies . . . the strange liberty of creation
Norman Mailer. Their common theme is is possible." The phrase "police forces of so
danger, the danger to human life, themany even ideologies" subsumes all the repres-
graver danger to art. In two of his master-
sive forms that the human intelligence has
pieces, Death in Venice and Doctor Faustus,
evolved in our time. The primary aim of
these
Mann portrays an artist-hero who trifles, at police forces is to exercise their con-
his peril, with total depravity. Like Or-in depth, on the instinctual impulses
trol,
pheus, poor Aeschenbach is destroyed of man,
by and in breadth, on the existential
the passions he had long neglected. Yet freedom
his of his actions. Apollonian Form
head sings on with the voice of Mann finally
him- becomes Abstract Authority. We
self. The voice is one of consummate irony,
should not be surprised, therefore, to dis-
cover that the doubt of the artist to which
rising only to cancel itself in that self-par-
ody which Mann, in his later years, be- refers is the doubt concerning his
Camus
lieved to be the only hope of art. very
The being, his identity not merely as a
knowledge of Leverkuhn is even more maker
de- but also as a man. The reaction
monic; we are not surprised to discover tothat
this ontological doubt, I have already
Doctor Faustus incarnates the theme of art hinted, is twofold: the man rebels, and the
on the verge of its own impossibility. Later
artist plays at repudiating his art. The close
still, Mann ventured into the chartless connection between these two aspects of re-
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child
Cannibal, Salinger's Seymour: An through the novel, just as Zizendorf
Introduc-
tion, and Burroughs's Naked Lunch.
stalks his preyI below. At the end, the luna-
have chosen these works because they devours
tic literally all the child, and Zizen-
possess a certain originality that dorf kills the
is not verysoldier. All men are cannibals,
widely or wisely recognized, and because,
whether in love or in hate. A cold frenzy
different as they are, each represents permeates the novel which telescopes the
a par-
ticular manner of tampering events withof form.
1914 and 1945, dispelling the so-
Furthermore, I consider them all to be lidity of the known world with diabolic ir-
comic and surrealistic works: comic, in relevance
my and implacable poetry. And yet
sense of the word, because they acknowl- the book remains a tangled parable, hard,
edge the open, indeterminate or absurd ruthless
ele- and comic, of the modern world.
Its form crystallizes all those distortions
ment in human experience, and surrealistic
because they tilt and distort the surfaceprefigured
of in the flux of man's earliest and
reality in order to express it. blackest recollections. And its language re-
John Hawkes is a striking and until verts to the syntax of dream or delirium, a
quite recently a much neglected writer.crafty
He mirror of decomposed consciousness.
is the author of seven novels and novelettes,
The act of decomposition is far more
of which the best may still be The Canni-whimsical in the work of Salinger. Zooey,
bal, one of the deepest books to come outRaise
of High the Roof Beam, Carpenters
World War Two. Like D juna Barnes and or Seymour: An Introduction present a
Flannery O'Connor, Hawkes is a specialist curious difficulty to the unwary critic.
in the gothic and grotesque, and his humor Many feel that the embarrassing manner-
is the grim humor of nightmares. He un- isms of these stories - their garrulousness,
derstands the leering comedy of evil, and convolutions, private jokes and sly asides -
has written, "there is no pathetic fun or
betray the fumbling efforts of Salinger to
mournful frolic like our desire. The con- render an experience he has not yet man-
summation of the sparrow's wings." He has aged to master. I am not of that opinion;
also said, "If the true purpose of the novelI consider the style of these novelettes to be
is to assume a significant shape and to ob-an approximation of comic sur-realism, mo-
tivated by a sacramental notion of silence.
jectify the terrifying similarity between the
unconscious desires of the solitary man and Let me explain. In his earlier work, the
the disruptive needs of the visible world, dramatic gestures of Salinger's fiction were
then the satiric writer, running maliciously
defined by the poles of love and of squalor.
at the head of the mob and creating the
When the gestures aspired to love, or to
shape of his meaningful psychic paradox pureas religious expression, language reached
into silence. When the gestures revealed
he goes, will serve best the novel's purpose."
In The Cannibal, the style of Hawkes their purely squalid or satiric content, lan-
moves into the twilight region between the guage moved toward sentimentality. In re-
rational and absurd. The images are chilly cent years, Salinger has been far more con-
and monstrous. The characters are always cerned with love than with squalor, and
both the language and the antiforms of his
out-of-focus, floating vaguely through a psy-
chic continuum which is neither time nor stories have been conditioned by an ideal
space. The action is frighteningly simple.ofA holiness. The verbal correlative to holi-
German called Zizendorf is intent on kill- ness, in Zen, is often silence. Salinger, how-
ing the one American soldier, Leevey, who ever, is an author, not a Zen master. His
patrols on a motorcycle a third of the entire
task in describing Seymour, a "ringding en-
defeated nation. Both men are equally sin-
lightened man," is to convey in words a life
gle-minded and inhuman. There is a town, that finds its true consummation in a poetry
"shriveled in structure and as decomposedof silence.
as an oxen's tongue black with ants," and The distrust of language is evident in all
there is an insane asylum on a hill. The these
in- later works. In Raise High the Roof
mates go berserk, and one of them stalks a Carpenters, Buddy Glass, the narra-
Beam,
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ure do for audiences who expect toalso to provide them with a setting
benefit
from the bounties of art. No great art canthat would have signifi-
for an experiment
cance for
survive without great audiences, andall the
nonations.
audiences will survive at all without more Their nationalist aspirations were there-
quickness, more openness. The storyfore
is bound in with social ones. For cen-
really a very old one. To hear again, toturies,
see the situation of the Jews had been
again, to feel again, and perhaps sometimes
abnormal, not only in their lack of a ter-
to love what is seen or heard or felt - is this ritorial base, but also in their separation
not the whisper of silence in modern litera- from agriculture, the basic pursuit of other
ture? Is this not why the head of Orpheus men. Since the Middle Ages, at least, the
sings on, and his sacrifice is finally justified?Jews had been divorced from the land and
compelled to lead the life of petty trades-
men and artisans. Some of the more sensi-
tive among them found it difficult to deny
An Old Dream Defended
the accusation that their relationship to the
economy had become largely parasitic.
The Other Society. By H. Darin-Drab kin.
Normalization meant for them not merely
Harcourt, Brace and World. $5.95. the establishment of a national state, but
Reviewed by Oscar Handlin also the development of a just social order
based on the return to productive labor on
In retrospect, the nationalists of the the soil.
first decade of the twentieth century seemThese impulses entered into the forma-
attractive in their innocence. The great tion of the collective agricultural settlements
wars were still in the future and the ideal- of Palestine. The pioneers who went forth
ists could dream without anguish of peoples to make gardens in the desert organized
redeemed by nationhood to a higher level themselves in kibbutzim, social units in
of social experience. Nationalism was then which all the tasks of production and all
not narrow or particularistic. Its prophets the rights of consumption were communal.
labored not for themselves alone, nor for In the 1930's, with the onset of refugee
migration, the settlements gained in
their particular folk only, but for mankind
strength; and since then, they have re-
in general. National unity and dignity were
a means of achieving universal reform. mained a permanent feature of life in Israel.
This characteristic was particularly These communities form The Other
prominent in East European Zionism. For Society, which is the subject of Dr. Darin-
Drabkin's study. An official in the Israeli
millions of Jews whose ghetto walls had just
begun to crumble, the exposure to the im-Ministry of Labor, Dr. Darin-Drabkin has
pulses of modern life was unsettling. Many been closely associated with the kibbutz for
of them identified Zionism with their hope thirty years, and he writes as a convinced
for a future that would be better than the defender of its way of life out of which,
past. Eager young men and women could he believes, will emerge a new type of man
not wait for a millenial redemption in God's who works with his hands and also with his
own time; they insisted that it come at once brain.
and that it involve a total reconstruction of The book opens with a brief history of
society. Such a people conceived of Palestine communal societies, ancient and modern,
not merely as a place of refuge and asand
a then proceeds to a summary descrip-
tion of the structure of the kibbutz. The
means of resolving the Jewish problem in
its narrow sense. They expected the Holy
major part of the work, however, is devoted
to an examination of the effectiveness of
collective society. The author subjects the
О OSCAR HANDLIN's most recent book is
kibbutz to
The Dimensions of Liberty. Mr. Handlin is various tests of social and eco-
nomic efficiency
Winthrop Professor of History at Harvard Uni- in order to demonstrate its
versity. worth to the nation. Although the book is
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