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A WRITER IN THE
IDEOLOGICAL JUNGLE
James Aldridge
ITwhenhas almost
been obvious for some time that we are living in an era
every art is devoted exclusively to telling us what
life feels like, rather that what life is. And in a peculiar way this has
seeped through into ideology itself. This explains a great deal of
the artistic and ideological jungle we live in. And the problem for
the writer (or for anyone else) is to cut some sort of a path through
the tangled mess.
I believe that this search for the individual feeling of life, rather
than the comprehension of it, began after the first world war.
Originally it was a progressive necessity. The first world war had
turned men into mere things. The individual simply did not exist
in the kind of slaughter that cost millions of lives to win a hundred
yards of terrain. And for what? French soldiers went into attack
deliberately baa-ing like sheep because that was what they felt
they had become.
The reaction to this, artistically, was the emphasis on the intense
right of the individual to exist, to feel, to express himself as an
individual. This is the real root, for instance, of the great upsurge
of abstract art, which was really a highly individualistic art expressing
specifically what an individual felt, and claiming the right of the
individual to express himself in a highly personal way. Literature
followed the same pattern with Joyce, Hemingway, Dos Pasos,
D. H. Lawrence, and even with Thomas Mann and Andre Gide.
The intense individualism in the art and literature of the 1920s
and 1930s was a valid rescue operation.
But there came a moment after the second world war when this
intense individualism turned into its opposite. By then bourgeois
society had finally realised that it had no future, so it looked around
desperately for a means of survival. By then, any kind of social
thinking had become dangerous, whereas individual self-interest
was safe. Originally, the bourgeoisie despised abstract art. Later
they considered it their own. Why? Simply because in its final
development this intense individualism in art and literature actually
began to isolate the artist and the individual from society. It thus
turned into a rescue operation for the bourgeoisie themselves.
In this context, we have been encouraged to push wide open all
the doors of individual perception. There is no limit to it, providing
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