Terror is Our Present Time

Terror is the temper of our century in public affairs and in literature.

The Twenty first Century is only a quarter over and so it might seem too early to assess the temper of the times for the century. But a quarter into the cavalcade of centuries has already set its defining emotions. The Seventeenth Century started with the tragic mode of Shakespeare and Webster, as that was continued later in the century with Racine and Pascal. The Eighteenth Century abruptly changed to the comedy of Pope who shared a sense of humans as all too human and therefore comic as continued later in the century by Hume and Locke, who thought people to be reasonable and accommodating. “Gulliver’s Travels“ is, after all, a satire in that it exaggerated features to comic extreme, as by making British royalty into Lilliputians, even if the book presents, as a whole, a very tragic view of the human condition. The book was published in 1726, just a year past the quarter century mark. The Nineteenth Century of Romanticism and melodrama was set early with Wordsworth and Coleridge in their “Lyrical Ballads' in 1798 and Jane Austen’s inquiry into all the conflicting and well articulated motives was over by the quarter century mark, however well developed by Dickens later on in the century to high melodrama, including the insufferably bathetic “A Christmas Carol''. Darwin emerged much later in his century but the writers he combined, Malthus and Lyll, of his “Geology”, had been there at the beginning of theNineteenth Century. Modernist greats such as Picasso and Joyce and Kafka and Freud appeared in the early Twentieth Century and so it is possible to see already the strictures and the impulses of that. The epic literature of that century largely preceded the epic warfare of the century: the two world wars and the Cold War.

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Fascist Science Fiction


Fascism can be attractive.

A golden age of science fiction took place between the late Forties and the Seventies when the new technologies that made readers think they were in the future were atomic weapons and spaceships where everyone could jaunt to strange places and alien civilizations distant and isolated from one another just as had been the case when Gulliver could get on ship and also visit very different kinds of societies and apply an anthropological eye. That period had not yet invented computers and a previous period in “Brave New World”, from the Thirties, had invented test tube babies and mood altering drugs, and the Thirties and before had envisioned a war made destruction of civilization, though the image of plagues were as old as “Exodus” and as current as Poe. Moreover, the post WWII science fiction age carefully distinguished between science fiction, as driven by technology, from science fantasy, which was driven by medievalist sentiments concerning fairies and goblins, that best represented in Ray Bradbury’s “The Martian Chronicles” where the aliens are ghostly specters surrounding the Earth visitors who  have colonized Mars.

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The Spirit of an Age

Stories precede doctrine.

Many descriptions in literature about kinds of social reality can be confirmed with evidence independent of the literature. You know that the parapet constructed in York, England in the Victorian Era and described by Wilkie Collins in “No Name” could be confirmed from maps of the time and local histories. How Parliamentary politics operated in the late Victorian Era as that was described in Eliot’s “Daniel Deronda” could be verified in newspapers and memoirs. The ideas and emotions of Naziism as presented in Mann’s “Dr. Faustus'' could be buttressed by reading books about Hitler.  But here is another species of social reality that cannot be accessed by anything other than through literature and that is what is properly called the spirit of the age, which is the pervasive, encompassing sentiments that underskirt what is happening in a culture. Some commentators make a try at capturing that, as happens when Jimmy Carter made a speech about how America was undergoing a period of malaise, and David Riesman’s “The Lonely Crowd” got it wrong that Americans were fighting conformity when they were embracing it. Literature provides the true compass if you just jiggle it.

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The Quality of "NYPD Blue"

Is “NYPD Blue” art or just entertainment?

Return to this long standing issue of mine as to the difference between art and entertainment.  Literature that is artistic in its product whatever its intent presents itself as a self contained fictional sphere which can be found to be coherent and vivid when it deploys plot, imagery, characterization and those other elements of story. You know “Hamlet” is art because you care about penetrating Hamlet’s character as he resides in the very credible atmosphere of Denmark. Literature can be found in the canon of work from the Iliad to Thomas Mann that are assigned to students, recent works not yet judged to have met that standard, though I think Ishiguro is probably a worthy advocate who has not yet been anointed at a Cooperstown because anointing a member of the canon is a matter of critical consensus rather than even having won a Nobel Prize in literature, which was awarded to Ishiguru.. Some contestants, over time, fade in their grasp of having created an artful sphere of their own, and that is true with Steinbeck and O’Hara. We can think of those two and others as falling just short of making literature however commendable were their efforts. The question is what are the qualities of the literature itself that commend a work to be considered literature rather than an entertainment which provides a passtime for engaging a reverie, like most westerns or mysteries, these using the devices of literature but not accomplished enough for a reader to become resident in its work. Critics discuss whether some writers have come close but not quite there, as is the case with Conan Doyle or Mrs. Gaitskill, honorable attempts at literature, and even praise Agatha Christie for her plotting while admitting weaknesses in characterization that limit a reader’s full emotional and intellectual involvement. My own purpose is to find the qualities that make a work literature or not rather than think approbation a matter of taste or a reflection from outside the work, such as the social background of the reader that make a reader like rural or urban settings. Literature is to be treated as an objective matter rather than a matter of taste, the experience of art an exquisite accomplishment of the spirit rather than a bauble to be put in a china shop so as to remind people of what is already familiar.

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Middle Brow Cultural Taste

Cultural tastes are more ingrained than social class.

The “Partisan Review” crowd of the Forties through the Seventies, had a very clear sense of how culture and society interacted with one another and was best stated abstractly by Dwight Macdonald in an article and then a book published in 1960, called “MassCult and MidCult”. That view could be considered a rejoinder to the Cultural Marxism which vied during the same time with a key and distinctive understanding of how culture and society interacted. Cultural Marxism was an intellectually heavier point of view and was a response to the fact that economic Marxism had not accurately predicted the eventual immiseration of the working class so that they would overthrow capitalism either through Leninist violence or Bernstein-like use of the democratic ballot box. To the contrary, economic capitalism flourished. The Fifties were an affluent society and labor unrest turned to detailed collective bargaining arrangements about wages and perquisites where both sides wanted to make a deal so the corporations could get on selling their cars and workers could get their raises and benefits, never mind whether the work itself was arduous or mind numbing. The cultural Marxists insisted, however, that there was a price for economic prosperity. It was that people were spiritually impoverished by late stage capitalism. The population as a whole was subject to alienation in that their work and their selves were lost to meaning and that the mind itself had lost the ability to engage in reasoning, that meaning, as Horkheimer put it, in the title of his book “The Eclipse of Reason'' whereby people  became mindless automatons, society not run by selfish capitalists, but going on its way on its own, a totalitarian society without a Fuhrer. The best statement of this view on the American scene was Herbet Marcuse’s “One Dimensional Man”, published in 1964, which portrayed Americans of all classes, including the capitalists, obsessed with capitalist fetishism, buying until it hurt, with deodorants and slightly more upscale cars as fueled by tv and radio jingles so inane as to dumb down the populace.

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Breaking News

Breaking news doesn’t tell the whole story.

There have been flashpoints in the last seventy-two hours that suggest something important is happening in some of the ongoing issues of our times that make them part of the temper of our times: the legal issues about whether Donald Trump had tried to overthrow a presidential election, an issue only some three years old but destined to remain with us historically; the issue of the Israel Hamas War, which goes back to the creation of Israel since 1948 or if one cares to ever since Jews have been an irritant to others, which goes back for thousands of years; and the issue of American border immigration, which go back to the 1850’s when the Know Nothing Party originated in its rejection of Irish Immigration. The first two flashpoints do not upon analysis as being of significant importance and it is uncertain whether the third will be, which suggests that flashpoints don’t tell what is really going on, They are driven instead by the need for breaking news to fill up media hours rather than the contexts which explain the ongoing issues. Yes, the times are full of issues but the abundance of flashpoints is just the fluff to fill airtime.

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Daydreams

   Daydreams are structued as stories.

Imagining  oneself as having another life, different from the one you have lived, is one version of a daydream, and there are other kinds of daydreams that will be referred to later. What happens in that particular daydream, let us say in Boise, Idaho or Lincoln, Nebraska, is that a person imagines how he or she took one or more forks in the road and so came to live in a different place or time, a satisfying conjecture given the pleasures of time travel romances and disasters, people finding love in another age, or fining the world on the other side of apocalypse, both of them the case in the granddaddy of the literary version of the genre, E. G. Wells’ “The Time Machine”. The thing about daydreams is  that they are not random thoughts but are stories, filled with incidents and described situations and even dialogue, and so are subject to the restraints of stories and so not to be dismissed as mere reveries. 

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Formalism and Updike's Saga

How both parents and the times make you what you are.


Formalism is the view of aesthetics that only the dynamics of the artwork or the text is to be consulted in garnering what the artwork or text means regardless of the biography or circumstances of the artwork or text. What is important is the work itself and anything else is either unimportant or a mere adjunct of or an inconclusive hunch about the work itself, as when Jane Austen said that she was going to create a heroine in “Emma” who was unappealing. The novel itself shows that whatever Austen meant to do was not necessarily what she did do. She might have gotten her conception of her own character wrong, as happened, critics generally agree, when Shylock got away from Shakespeare and became more trod upon than Shakespeare had originally thought him to be. A work is itself superior to the intentions of the work. This is a very radical view of art and literature in that it applies high standards, gleaming meaning from the work rather than from the commentaries written about it. That puts Dante’s “Divine Comedy” as inferior to, let us say, “Henry V” because Dante’s stories can’t be understood without the footnotes, however succinct and profound is his poetry, while “Henry V” makes sense in itself, the machinations of international relations, whether or not the play is accurate to its time and is not foreshadows the fact, after all, that Henry V died soon afterwards and did not take over France for very long. Very different from commentaries are T. S. Eliot’s footnotes  in “The Wasteland”, which are part of the text and so allow a reader to wonder what Eliot was doing with poetry by including footnotes. Is a text restrained or expanded as poetry by including within it its own footnotes?

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"The Queen's Gambit"

I have a liking for the long form in television ever since I saw the twenty six half hour episodes of “Victory at Sea” in the Fifties, the bass narrator and the Richard Rodgers score accompanying the film record of naval battles in both the Pacific and Atlantic theaters. Although the sitcom was a weekly half hour episode, you could think of it as also a miniseries in that it was a set of seasons, five to seven years long, from “All in the Family” to “The Mary Tyler Moore Show” to “Cheers” and “Friends” and “Seinfeld”, all of which exhausted their possibilities by the time the series ended. There was nothing else to say. I felt the same of “The West Wing”, which follows an administration something akin to reality, or at least a Liberal version of one, until a successor President comes into office, predicting it would be a minority President before Obama became one. And I was struck by the miniseries  “Band of Brothers” which followed the 82nd Airborne Division from the training for D Day to past the end of the war while the heroes were still in Europe, the story having rightly ended in that what happened to these heroes in the Fifties and afterwards was irrelevant. “The Best Years of Our Lives” was a different story. And so I am not surprised that television dramas also take the long form, particularly the HBO miniseries “The Queen’s Gambit”, which uses seven hour long episodes to tell its story and which I have seen through for three times, just as I have seen the run of “The West Wing” three times. The long form was invented by Charles Dickens who allowed himself digressions to side characters and subplots whatever the main matter of the story was whatever the coincidences required to tie these together so as to provide the full amplitude of life while Jane Austen was based on expanding the form of a play and, even further back, Fielding was posing as a mock epic to structure “Tom Jones”, itself a mighty saga filled with outrage and uncertainty. And so I come to “The Queen’s Gambit” not quite that glorious but a very successful bildungsroman worthy of Dickens, which is no faint praise indeed.

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More on the Fifties

Some figures in literature are evocative. That means the figures are placed in a situation and then come into their own kind of existence and will do what they will, whether by their natures or their preferences, making their impressions on their worlds and it is up to the reader or the audience or the viewer to make some sense of them, to appreciate them or to blame or praise them, though only rarely to do what Aristotle said happens in tragedy, which is to go beyond praise or blame and just achieve an acceptance of what is. Then there is no longer a need either to bemoan or praise characters. Audiences do not need to admire or hate Oedipus. He is what he is, as are the rest of us. Such figures are given to us and we tussle with them. A literature that goes beyond morality is very liberating because it opens possibilities to consider how people have been willed into being and how strange is human existence.

Then there is a very different kind of existence for literary figures. They are the ones who as characters legitimize a kind of person rather than exist only as trends or other social facts. They become part of the world order even if they had never existed as such before. These might seem lesser figures because they may seem not to stride so strongly on the stage, but they are the ones to which their creators demand, as Linda Loman says in “The Death of a Salesman”, people should be paid attention. That is very different from Greek drama and it becomes central, I think, in Chaucer’s “The Wife of Bath’s Tale”, where a creature lacking in nobility or dignity, is raised into importance through the craft of the author , however much that  narrator is ironic about heroic pretensions. Take heroes with a grain of salt but they are nonetheless heroes who imprint themselves, and the Wife of Bath is memorable because she is shown as having  the different motives and circumstances of women in the stages of life. She is now a type of life, however mundane her concerns are, and so is also elaborated into being like a creature in a tragic life, part of the texture of the social universe, a singular thing and so also beyond morality. 

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Literature in the Fifties: Faux Tragedy

That high culture and popular culture go past one another is a phenomenon that arrived with Modernism, meaning Joyce and Kafka and maybe Mann, who is straightforward in style but difficult in that he is highly philosophical. Remember that this division was not clear in Browning who had clubs devoted to the reading of the author by their middle class followers. I suggest that the addition of silent movies as they  supplemented vaudeville provided popular culture alongside the new high culture. How was this divide to be overcome? It was not done in the Forties even though late Faulkner and Hemingway were published in popular magazines, culminating in Life Magazine in 1952 publishing “The Old Man and the Sea”, which strikes me as a parody of Hemingway rather than the real thing. Nor was it in movies that tried to be high class by having Katheryn Grayson singing what was called at the time “light classical” or Disney versions of high music in “Fantasia”or a biopic about George Gershwin. The real adaptation took place in the Fifties when literature in both high and popular culture engaged in modifying presentations that were tragic in themes but with ordinary or even working class people and so engaging the audience rather than having to confront the lofty people like Oedipus who do disgusting things and with whom one cannot engage the sympathies of those lofty people. 

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The Spirit of Any Age

Willam Hazlitt was a literary critic who published his book, “The Spirit of the Age”, in 1825 and in doing so started out a new method of investigation that remains available and practiced up to and including in our own time. Hazlitt said that an examination of the literary and philosophical works of the elite could tell what was going on with English society. The elite are tied to the general culture. The idea that there is a general culture was elaborated a generation later by Macaulay, and Samuel Johnson, writing a few generations before Hazlitt, had separated his criticism from his essays about the state of English society. I am particularly struck by Hazlitt’s vivid and accurate essays on Bentham and Coleridge. Bentham simplified life and morality to calculating benefits to be derived from pleasure and forgetting everything else, like obedience or moral obligation, reducing life to quantums of pleasure though never presenting a metric for it, though he left himself an out by considering “satisfaction” as a pleasure and that lets in treating honor or justice as that even if that involves pain. Coleridge, on the other hand, was a quasi-mystical medievalist committed to the sense that society was organic and complicated and that, as Pascal said, the heart has its reasons. But both views, Bentham’s late Enlightenment and Coleridge’s Romanticism, were both strands in the early nineteenth century English experience each to be savored and evaluated by the reader.

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The Importance of Lady Windemere's Fan

Here is a re-release of an example of what used to be called “close textual analysis”, which meant that the entire resources of literary criticism, such as symbolism, plot, irony, character analysis, dramatic reversals and dramatic parallels, were used to unfold the meaning of a piece of literature, assuming that the work operated as a singled whole. It is a skill that still applies as well to politics and everyday life.

What might seem a failure of plot structure in Oscar Wilde’s “Lady Windermere’s Fan” is, in fact, a key to understanding the play. There are numerous occasions on which the characters in the know are about to break the truth of Lady Windermere’s birth to her so that she will put a stop to some very self-destructive behavior. She is about to go off with a man not her husband because she thinks her husband has been unfaithful to her with a woman who is in fact her mother and who has been supported by Lord Windermere so that she can find herself a suitable match and so put an end to her years of wandering about the Continent as a fallen woman who had apparently turned to her wiles as the way to support herself.

Neither Mrs. Erlynne nor Lord Windermere will break the fateful news to Lady Windermere. For this, there is always an excuse. Someone has come into the room and interrupted the conversation. There is some other immediate concern to be addressed. But why such reluctance when so much is at stake? If people would only speak clearly, so many calamities would be averted. It is not enough to say that the entire play is about how people keep things from one another. That does not explain what is happening.

The truth is that the taboo, the shame, of being the daughter of a fallen woman and then of having her brought into your presence is so great that it is to be avoided if at all possible and it is to be avoided, this being a comedy, after all, and not a melodrama, where bad things always do come out and are entitled to come out, whether in the Brontes or in “Great Expectations” or in Raymond Chandler. In comedy, the audience becomes inured to the complexities of life, to the way settlements with the truth have to be made so that people can get along and be happy. It happens in “As You Like It”, when Beatrice and Benedict learn to get along because they love one another, or in “Waiting For Godot”, where the characters push on because what else is there to do but make the best of life.

Here, in “Lady Windermere’s Fan”, the comic tone and ending are accomplished by the perpetuation of a pretense. Mrs. Erlynne, Marjorie Windermere’s mother, will get married to the bumpkin she wanted to marry after all, despite a new disgrace, but she and he will go abroad (as did Anna Karenina and her lover) and so live outside proper society. Lady Windermere will continue to think fondly and idealistically of a mother she thinks dead and also be spared the shame of also having been so indiscrete as to try to run off with an acquaintance of her husband’s. Lord Windermere is, for his part, left permanently in the dark about his wife’s secret, which is known only to herself and to her mother. Women keep their secrets and that is the way of the world, the same message conveyed by that Congreve play of two centuries before. That is the only comedy since Shakespeare to be in the same class as the four Wilde plays of the 1890’s.

The most important secret the play reveals is not a plot device. It is its theme which, like that of many a Restoration comedy, is that sex is the main thing that motivates both men and women and that honor and station are covers for that fact. The play features nobility and wealth but that is because this is the state upon which passion can be dressed up and presented to an equally dressed up audience. There are no disparities in the class of the lovers to complicate matters, as is the case in Shaw and Shakespeare. Mrs. Erlynne was as well bred as any of them, just someone who made poor choices. Nor are there, as also happens in Shaw, complications created by the social structure of inequality and upbringing. There is only the straightforward matter of how women and men are attracted to one another and weave webs that complicate that story. This is more “Cosi Fan Tutti” than Shakespeare.

How challenging this theme and moral of finding a way to deal with passion and jealousy was to Oscar Wilde’s audience can be seen by comparing “Lady Windermere’s Fan'' to a play produced on the London stage only a few years before. Arthur Pinero’s “The Second Mrs. Tanqueray” deals with the same theme of how to deal with a sexual past but it does so very differently. The theme of the earlier play was also sex, there treated as the token of the breakthrough into the modern, a topic of great interest to Lady Windermere’s friends, just as sex was the topic that always comes up as the marker of a shift from one social dispensation to the next. It worked that way for Shakespeare, for the French enlightenment and for an American youth generation obsessed with Frank Sinatra. It had worked that way for Jane Austen. Fanny Price, in “Mansfield Park”, turns down an agricultural modernizer as a suitor, which is only one of the many clues about how retrograde the protagonist of the novel is.

In the Pinero play, a course woman is married by a widower but introducing her into his family is so unsettling that it drives her to suicide, which is just as well, because it has become clear, at least to her husband, that she was not fit company for his daughter by his first wife. All of the widower’s friends are against the arrangement. He should not have given in to his passions. It is as simple as that. Tanqueray loses his friends. “Lady Windermere’s Fan” is light years ahead of that, and not just because, for Wilde, sex is about sex and not a token of the rise or fall of social structures. Lord Windermere’s friends are won over by Mrs. Erlynne’s charm and beauty once she has been allowed to come to the ball. The plan has succeeded. It is only the principles that struggle with principal, which in the case of Lord Windermere is how to reconcile the woman who had fallen with the woman who is, and in the case of Lady Windermere, how to reconcile the woman who is with the woman of whom she is jealous but who has given no hint of any cause for jealousy. 

The production of the play I saw some years ago did not help its audience see the subtleties of the characters because it was so concerned to make it look properly Edwardian. The stage design copied both Whistler and Sargent. There is too much posing, as if this was a vivant tableau, and no talking was necessary. Wilde, however, does not need visual assistance to explain himself. He gives words to the age even as painters provided it with its characteristic poses. The first act of this production was played for its melodrama so as to suggest that there are deep matters afoot, and only the second act is played as a comedy. That is not to trust Wilde to establish seriousness all on his own.

Some of the lines in the play can be read flat or badly and so the audience cannot take note of their resonance. That happens in the very first moments of the production of the play that I saw. Lady Windermere is fixing the roses when Lord Darlington’s presence is announced. She tells him that she cannot take his hand because they are wet from the roses. Get that? She is wet from being as dewy and fresh as roses. This line is read as a throwaway even though it is clear from the ever economical Wilde that she does not want Lord Darlington to take her hand because he has already been too forward and so should be held at a distance, given no encouragement, even a bit of a rebuke, through her forbearance of a pleasantry. She might even sound a bit arch when announcing her excuse. Yes, she is just of age, but old enough and experienced enough and sophisticated enough to be sardonic and suspicious of someone who announces he is bad so that you won’t believe it or, worse, is announcing that he is bad because he really is bad, which is what happens later on when he declares his love for her and asks her to run away from her husband.

Never let appearances go untrusted, Wilde is saying. That lesson we have already learned from Shakespeare. The usurpation of the throne by Claudius in “Hamlet” certainly appears to be that and it takes a while for Hamlet to form a conviction that what appears to be is true. And neither Othello nor Shylock nor Richard III is to be trusted because the first is a Moor, the second is a Jew, and the third is a crookback. Their inner natures will come out.  Wilde uses the same device of someone announcing himself to be a friend in “An Ideal Husband”. There the person who announces he is a friend is a loyal one, the joke being that he is also a fop, while in “Lady Windermere’s Fan” friendship is announced by a self proclaimed bad guy so that the friendship, the audience knows, will be betrayed.

Lady Windermere must be substantial if she is to hold the sympathy of an audience who will find her to be priggish and judgmental and untrustful. The audience can well say that the world is not much to be trusted except for the best and only reason, which is so as to get on with a satisfactory and emotional life. After all, while still early in the first act, Lord Darlington asks Lady Windermere about her view that women are either good or bad, and so should remain ever faithful. Darlington asks if men should also remain subject to the same standards. In this production, the audience sees her as if she is struggling to make her principles consistent with what she knows to be common opinion. But just suggesting that line of argument should be enough to gain some laughter from the audience. How ridiculous to think that men can remain virtuous! That is not the way they are! What the line shows is just how ridiculous Lady Windermere’s idealism is. It is prudish. It reduces her to absurdity and shows how hard won is her view at the end of the play that there is good and bad in everyone, the general moral condition a euphemism for strictly sexual behavior and feelings, and that people should not consign others to one side or the other of a moral wall.

Mind you, according to this play, sexual immorality does exist. This is no H. G. Wells going on about free love or Theodore Dreiser allowing passion to do what it will. Rather, adulterous behavior by a woman is so vile that it should be roundly condemned and there is no reason not to ostracize the woman. It is just that after much remorse and a life spent in the backwaters of respectability, she can be restored to society so long as she is now and has been for a very long time blameless. Redemption is a long road. So Lord Windermere thinks as he begrudgingly aids Mrs. Erlynne, only to be disappointed by what seems another fall of hers from grace.

The moral of the play is, as Lady Windermere says, that there is good and bad and no one is so totally one or the other that they are to be judged by some single act alone. The theme of the play, however, is that lust is everywhere, just a glance away, and everyone knows this, men and women, young and old, married and unmarried, sophisticates like Mrs. Erlynne, and naïve ones, like Agatha, who knows what she wants and gets Mr. Hopper to give it to her, which is to get away from her mother and so join him in Australia where people are less accessible than they are in England, according to him, even though that is contrary to the usual view of the provinces to the homeland, Oscar Wilde, as usual, telling only the truth in his clever sayings.

Here is another place in the production I saw where a line could have been read more cleverly. The running gag is that Agatha offers an affectless “Yes” to whatever her mother says, as “Yes” is also her answer to Mr. Hopper’s proposal, as is her answer to her mother on whether she had accepted his proposal, all these building to the punch line, which is her “Yes” to whether she was going off to Australia with him, which is very much not to her mother’s liking. The motif does earn the playwright laughter. Wilde had milked his joke, just one of a number that he sprinkled in more for their amusement than for any advancement they make of the plot. Though it could be argued that Agatha is in fact showing off Wilde’s sense that women get what they want and can do so in very few words. That point would have been made more clearly if Agatha had been more sardonic or assertive in her offering of her various “Yeses”, or even if she had said each of them differently, so as to indicate that she was a master of communication.

The short term running gag is clever enough to show that Wilde can invent whatever he needs to, even though in gags not required by the plot, though that does not mean they cannot also be milked for meaning. Women get their way, never mind that morality is always on the side of men, whether they honor it or not, or just invoke it for their purposes. Women have the burden of being capable of dishonor and so that is what creates the topic of the play: that lust rules the world as much as it does any Restoration comedy even if the sides are not as equally armed as they are in Congreve. That is a very harsh message and it is one that this production very handily evokes, whatever its deficiencies in reading one or another line may be. The battle of the sexes, according to Wilde, is difficult, protracted, nasty and mean. It is a wonder that any one survives with any emotions intact. Sex is what everyone thinks about—the old biddies whose eagle eyes suppress it, the young people who turn it into love, and a person who has been wounded in the sexual wars and, in this case, comes to the rescue of someone in danger of also being seriously wounded.

Wilde does not treat sex as Freud will. It is not an underground psychic force ever distorted into new forms. Nor is it even what “La Ronde” makes of it: an irrepressible impulse which marks one as a deviant. Rather, sex is to be managed whether by propriety or morality or good sense. It is just a fact of life even as it gives rise to sublime as well as dastardly motives. And Wilde makes sense of its universal pull as well as the subterfuges needed to satisfy it through the creation of yet another scene where dramatic invention does what paintings cannot do, which is to reveal in a set of implicit contrasts yet another facet of the drama that has forever enclosed men and women.

That is the scene that occurs after the grand scene at the ball when everyone has explained themselves: Agatha to her mother, Mrs. Erlynne and Lord Windermere to one another and to the audience, and Lady Windermere to Lord Darlington. One might have expected that the following scene would be a change of pace, a time to absorb what has gone before. This visit to Lord Darlington’s rooms, however, creates its own drama, even if slower paced; it is heavy with ironies unannounced as the ones in the previous scene had been highlighted by the dialogue.

The two women, Lady Windermere and Mrs. Erlynne, have been discussing why Mrs. Erlynne thinks that Lady Windermere, who is not at all resolved to stay and become Lord Darlington’s mistress, should leave immediately and so not have her reputation ruined. (Notice that immorality is always a matter of reputation rather than fact. There is no explaining why people’s passions take them to do one thing or another.) They are interrupted by Lord Worthington and his friends returning to his rooms because he is following Mrs. Erlynne’s instruction not to allow Lord Windermere to return home and find out that his wife is not there. (This plot has been worked out in every detail. Oscar Wilde does not let his characters just spill over, the plot merely an excuse for their speeches, which is the case with Tennessee Williams and Eugene O’Neill. For Wilde, as in Chekhov, a plot is like a puzzle; there cannot be a piece left over.)

The two women retreat to the rear of the apartment. That means they can overhear what the men are saying. That is notable. Wilde is invoking the Jane Austen problem, which is that she never writes a conversation where a woman is not present because how is she to know what it is men say to one another when they are not speaking in front of women? What secrets would such conversations reveal? Do men think differently when with one another, or make plots, or speak more coarsely of women than they do when in their company? This last might be suspected because men did so just a few generations ago. More importantly, will the men reveal different motives than they let on to in mixed company? The two women will be able to hear the truth and the audience will be able to hear what men say and what the women make of that.

This is a dazzling expectation, however brief the period during which the audience has to contemplate it, but much to be savored in recalling the action of the play. The expectation is very quickly disappointed because the truth is that the men themselves are neither dazzling in their wit (Wilde must have worked to suppress his talents) nor engaging even in foul or malign banter. They are a dull lot, far less interesting than the women who are now off stage but not out of mind. The men in this production are quite properly portrayed, I think, as just deflated by the absence of women. They have little to say to one another which is not a repetition of what they said at the ball. They whine about how women get the best of them and so see themselves as henpecked just the way they jovially remarked themselves to be at the ball, where it might be thought an affection assumed to lighten the mastery of men over the situation, when it is just the clear truth of the matter. So what is the truth of the Jane Austen problem? When men are off with their horses and doing the town, they may be more grubby, but no more astute than they are when in the company of women. Mr. Higgins, why can’t a man be more like a woman?

This is also the scene where Lady Windermere drops her fan and so her presence in Lord Darlington’s room would have been discovered and created a great scandal were it not that Mrs. Erlynne steps into the breach, allowing herself to be the one to have been caught being in the wrong place. The fan has the name “Marjorie” on it because it was a present to Lady Windermere from her husband, given her earlier in the day because she had just come of age, as she was to come of age in this very long day in the sense of catching on to the ways of the world. (Take note that Wilde observes the unity of time so well that it is easy to forget that the entire play takes place in less than twenty four hours.)

But remember that Mrs. Erlynne shares the same Christian name, as she points out. How do we not know that it was not she who dropped a similar fan? This thought is neither necessitated by nor useful in understanding the plot. Wilde does not use symbols that way. Shaw does have things take on importance in that way, as when the burning of the library in “Caesar and Cleopatra” is an event in the play and also a symbol of the end of a civilization. But Wilde, for his part, treats symbols as things in themselves, to be handled and inspected for what they tell about the plot, not about how they move it along. Here we are left to think our Wilde inspired thoughts and then go on to the plot, the reality of what is being presented.

Lady Windermere's fan can be thought of as a symbol of duplicity. People drop their fans or raise them when they are lying or cannot come up with a lie. Or else one can think of the fan as the apparatus one uses so as to make an appearance in public. The fan is the symbol of one’s public persona. A woman has composed herself so as to make a good impression, which means in part to be taken as an attractive woman who is yet a bit remote so as to remain respectable. The fan attracts and yet separates.

There is another level on which the fan operates. It may not be Mrs. Erlynne’s fan but it might as well have been. The two Marjorie’s share not just blood but inclination: they are capable of great indiscretion and the younger Marjorie comes to decide that any woman can become some other woman. So the fan is a symbol of the identity of women in general and of these two women in particular, the good one and the bad one. Whose fan it is is of little consequence so long as one woman helps out another.

The single Marjorie was divided into two parts long ago. Indeed, one Marjorie is the mother of the other Marjorie, and so why would one be surprised that the younger one is in danger of falling into the same sort of life as the older one? The two are doppelgangers; their fates are intertwined and the two lives cast both light and shadow on each other. This is not an unusual conceit in Victorian fiction. Willkie Collins does it with the two women in white in the novel of that name. Mark Twain does it all the time. Huck and Tom, the prince and the pauper are both paired people, as is the slave and the young master in “Pudd’nhead Wilson”. The only difference here is that the Corsican Brothers are mother and daughter.

That a single person can have multiple identities and that different people can in some sense be the same person is a philosophical conundrum much spoken of nowadays by professional philosophers. It is important to recognize, however, that in Wilde’s time, when analytic philosophy was just finding its way. G. E. Moore was pressing his readers to engage in common sense queries that would make philosophical quandaries just disappear into thin air. Take that, dragon. Wilde purveys that same spirit when he has an audience wonder about not just whether the two Marjorie’s are alike or akin but substitutes for one another, the original having time traveled to her daughter’s generation. She had been out of touch for a while, hadn’t she? And yet she takes over the drama as soon as she makes her appearance. It is uncanny.

Wilde would go on to dazzle with his mastery of the philosophical argot in “The Importance of Being Earnest” where the key question is what is in a name: do things have essential names or are names arbitrary. How could Gwendolyn marry someone other than someone named Ernest? That is the name she has always associated with the man whom she will marry. He has to be an “Ernest” and it was under that name that Gwendolyn fell in love with him. The order of the universe is a matter of names, of finding the correct ones, even the correct proper nouns, for things, including lovers. It is a metaphysical order that is to be restored by Wilde’s comedy, not just propriety or rectitude.

That more complicated picture is foreshadowed in “Lady Windermere’s Fan” because all the women are spirits, as are all the men, each trying to cling to a social identity while still being flesh and blood, and that social identity consisting of their personal names as well as their collective gender, both of which are always up for grabs. This is not the Erving Goffman version of everyday life wherein people cling to making themselves socially acceptable so that they have an identity to cover their emptiness. Rather it is that they are firmly placed in gender and personhood but are flung about by their genders and personhood in ways they do not anticipate. The question is how the two Marjorie’s are to be restored to one another on a practical level—which means on the level of art, as the outcome of a comedy—rather than because there has been social change, as is always expected in Shaw, or through some new plumbing of the human condition, as might be the case in Chekhov or Ibsen. After all, Wilde and Beckett were both Irishmen. Comedy is the only freedom there is. Art is not for art’s sake; it is for humanity’s sake.

The Fanciful and the Real

Here is something deep about all literature, whatever their formats or genres, whether opera or novels or poems or plays or whether comedy, tragedy or melodrama. All such works are either fanciful, in which case there is a fantastical story, full of implausibility and wonder and exaggerated figures, whereby an audience tries to find in that material and structure something that illuminates real life, as is the case when an Ovid myth is reread to let the reader understand that is about normal human emotions, as when Narcissus is preoccupied with himself, as any one of us can be, or else an audience or reader gets into the details of life presented so as to acquaint ourselves with real life so as to draw out archetypal figures and morals beyond the humdrum, as when “Death of a Salesman” resonates as a kind of grand tragedy worthy of the Greek tragedians. One of the other puts out its opposite, the audience or reader necessarily interpreting one as the other in order to make sense of it. That is the complexity and irony required of literature so that it can be literature. Even trivial stories such as Batman do the same thing, superheroes made human, played with to make them ordinary, Bruce Wayne turned into the Caped Crusader because of a childhood trauma when his parents are killed by criminals and so ingenious in his mastery of techniques whereby he is triumphant even if only over an underworld full of distorted criminals rather than god-like ogres and devils. Watch how the dynamics of literature work.

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Seeing the Nightly News

Sammy Davis Jr. said that he interrupted whatever he was doing when he played Las Vegas to look at the evening network news for half an hour so as to get a sense of what was happening in the real world and found that sobering. He was a good person as well as a good citizen because he would keep up with the topics of the day that might not concern his own life and to be well enough informed so as to engage with a responsible vote. Friends told me, on the other  hand, that it was pointless for me to criticize “Morning Joe” because the program was not designed to engage me in that I was overly educated about politics to gain much from his program. I needed more details and analysis than he could provide. So how are we to evaluate what is in fact on the nightly news so a citizen can judge what side to take on candidates and issues?, not to speak of our sense of what is happening to the world beyond politics? Here is an issue of the PBS NewsHour, probably the most reliable and depthful news presentations, for Jan. 23, 2023 to see how it fares in meeting these needs.

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The High Victorian and the Late Victorian

This re-release from 2019 is a try to do the periodization of literary history. Readers keep returning to it though this is only one method of the art of literary criticism.

The Victorian period shares the characteristics that mark other cultural periods. It lasts about fifty years, in its case from the accession of Victoria to the throne in 1840 to the performance in London in 1893 of Oscar Wilde’s “Salome”, so different in texture from the melodrama and sanctimonious morality of Pinero’s “The Second Mrs. Tanqueray”, which had appeared earlier in the year, and so illustrates another characteristic of periods, which is that periods come to abrupt ends and beginnings. (Queen Victoria herself lingered on until 1901.) A cultural period also has a set of themes that are unifying among the various arts of literature and painting and drama, which in the case of the Victorian means the fate of the individual in the complex world of the city and in the midst of an industrialized landscape, every person both ambitious to make their own way and also alienated from what seems emotionally unsatisfying about generally accepted customs and overly rigorous laws, as that is exemplified by both Oliver Twist and Jean Valjean. A cultural period is also international in scope in that all the nations of Europe and North America are part of it even if it is known in France as the era of Pre-Impressionism and Impressionism in honor of the central role of painting in French culture during those years. A cultural period is also dominated by certain cultural forms, and in the Victorian that means the novel and grand opera, both of which are sprawling affairs, employing plots and subplots wherein often outrageously individual characters play out their lives against the background of a richly imagined society. Think of “Great Expectations”, “The Count of Monte Cristo”, and “Rigoletto”. 

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Taste

Taste is usually regarded as idiosyncratic and inconsequential. Some people like olives while others like horseradish. Some people like Big Band music and some like Bluegrass. Everyone can indulge with their tastes without being considered moral or immoral for doing so. And the explanation of taste is biographical rather than meaningful. You like bluegrass because you grew up in North Carolina and like Big Band music because you grew up in the Forties or, in a stretch, because you were exposed to it being more complex than Fifties solo artists but not exposed to even more complex classical music. And nobody cares except when it's time to buy Christmas presents. Only a wife cares if you prefer Mallomars to Almond Joys. Nothing is riding on it, as is the case with a religious belief, where you favor one denomination to another, or a political preference for the Democrats or the Republicans, where you can decide to respect those whose preferences are different but where you have to work at being tolerant of their choices. When tastes are concerned, everyone has free will and acceptance, and, indeed, we can define free will in terms of the availability in a supermarket of any number of items and brands from which to choose, people luxuriating in the options of opulence, every customer the king in his court. But if you think about it seriously, taste is a serious matter because, as Hume said, taste refers to what is much deeper but where you have only a small sense, a taste, of what is going on underneath, whether that means an abstract analysis or a distinctive experience, as when we say you have a taste for democratic rather than republican politics or prefer Modernist novelists to the Victorian ones. Those choices do mean something even though we abide by other people having different tastes so as not to become quarrelsome.

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MacDonald's Middlebrow Literature

Dwight MacDonald was a literary critic who flourished in the Fifties and published in Partisan Review an article and then a book called “MassCult and MidCult” which I realized has deeply lasted with me ever since I read it just a few years after it was written, His contention that there were three mentalities about literature even if the term “mentality” had not yet come into vogue. MacDonald said that there was low brow culture, which included Charlie Chaplin and Betty Boop, filled with farce and sentimentality, which everyone found accessible; high grade culture, such as Mann and Joyce, which was difficult to master but profound, and so read by only an elite who were given to rarified perceptions and experiences and meanings; and the worst of the three, middle brow literature, which had the appearance of profundity but was merely melodramatic and cheap in their effects but could cause people to think the works profound, and so were the consumers of middle educated people out to traffic with what they considered literature but was of insufficient quality and so a fake. Such poettasters included Norman Rockwell and John O’Hara and Pearl Buck, their works noted for either cynicism or gloom or, in Rockwell or Saroyan or Wilder, cheeriness that is fake because it is so dedicated to the cliche, just the opposite of art, which expanded and challenged sensibility rather than confirming what already was experienced as such.

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Time in Literature

Fiction is only sometimes an attempt to present a straightforward presentation of a story from beginning to end, which is what we would be led to believe by Aristotle’s dictum that stories have beginnings, middles and ends. To the contrary, writers tell their stories by wandering around between what is presumably past, current and future, each with their own way of doing this, and that in part is what makes their storytelling into an art, something controlled by the artist, So a story may have a beginning, middle and an end, but the telling of it is in the hands of the storyteller. Let us consider some of the ways authors do this.

Homer is a master of bending his narrative as he sees fit. The story of the Odyssey which begins, if one were providing a straightforward chronology, with Odysseus leaving Troy, having his adventures, and then reaching Ithaca, in fact has layers and layers of overlap of plot that are remarkably concise, each with a purpose, even while Homer is getting on with his narrative. The starting point of the epic is when the gods get together and, Poseidon being out of town, decide to release Ullyses from his thralldom to Circe. But before getting on with that, Homer takes up many matters, past, coterminous and future. He refers in some detail to the matter of the House of Atreus, where Agistes kills Agamemnon, and Orestes kills Clytemnestra, which shows how badly things can go when the return of a warrior goes sour, and we are about to hear the story of how the return of Ulysses fares. We also learn a good deal about the blinding of the Cyclops, which set Poseidon against Ulysses, long before that story is itself elaborated, and so suggesting, in something of a preview, the basic conflict which led to Ulysses's troubles. And we learn of the message to Telemachus about his father’s return, which tells us that the climax of the story will be about that. The story has not been set from start to finish, in a linear matter, but in an allusive one, so that all of these events are held in the mind simultaneously, as if the reader were a kind of god himself. In bestowing this role on the reader, or in presuming it, this kind of storytelling that wanders about in time becomes a way to read and find meaning. So jumping about in time as a feature of writing becomes jumping about as a feature of reading. 

Not all great literature jumps about in time, even if the human mind does. Shakespeare is remarkable for telling his stories front to back, starting at the point he wants to jump into the story, and then telling it straightforwardly until its conclusion. “Hamlet” starts off with the Prince recently returned to Denmark and then takes it through various incidents until the plot, all played out, just has to be ended, as it is with a duel that no one really needed but which the frustration of the characters with one another demanded. “Macbeth” starts with clues to his ambition, and carries that out until he is cut down, which also comes sooner or later to such folk. Shakespeare is the master of the history, where time might seem one of the few things that can connect diverse events together, in “Henry VI” those including Joan of Arc and Jack Cade. Shakespeare makes up for fidelity to the way time works in a linear way by allowing characters to endlessly explain their own or one another’s motivations and through poetry that transcends the story and by the ironic juxtaposition of the characters. Shakespeare is thus to be compared, as he often is, to Racine, who abides by the Aristotelian unities by making references to actions that take place offstage or are remembered from the past, while Shakespeare is considered lax because he has as many scenes as he wants to tell his story, when in fact he is just abiding by a different discipline, which is to tell stories front to back.

Many of the books of the Old Testament, like “Genesis”, “Exodus” and “Samuel I and II”, also tell their stories from front to back, Noah hearing the voice of God, Moses left in the bulrushes, David as shepherd, war hero, soother of the king, and then guerilla and, later than that, king in his own right. Sometimes that means the stories will be very short and not so sweet because they are records of events, the motives left to inference. Abraham hears from God that he should sacrifice Isaac, takes him to the altar, and then is released from his obligation. The mystery of what has happened in the very briefly told story is debated for millennia and gives rise to the deepest of religious feelings. 

A master of jumbling up time, on the other hand, is Jane Austen. She begins the earliest of her completed novels, “Sense and Sensibility”, with a question of property, which is the opening for other of her novels including her last, “Persuasion”, to which she also brings her ruminations on the relationship between property, wealth, and courtship. In “Sense and Sensibility”, the Dashwoods have been kicked out of their elegant house because Mr. Dashwood had not found a way to leave any money to his second family and had relied on a deathbed promise by his son to make things comfortable for them. Then in a bit of comic dialogue stellar for its conciseness, the son’s wife talks him easily enough out of carrying out any commitments he has made, first by insisting they need far less and then nothing at all, a guilty conscience always finding excuses for what it is about to do. 

Austen also overlaps story lines. There is the romance of Marianne Dashwood with first John Willoughby and then with Colonel Brandon. There is also the romance of Elinor Dashwood with Edward Ferrars. The two stories are set off against one another in that Willoughby is exposed to be a cad while Edward Ferrars had never acted in an unethical way. All this rearrangement of plot is very different from meaning, which is what the plot points to, and in the case of “Sense and Sensibility”, that has to do with the Romantic consciousness, which is something that Jane Austen deplores, however much she is committed to the idea that, as in Shakespeare, a happy ending means that all the couples are matched up with the ones they are supposed to love. Marianne prefers Romantic poetry and the cottage that the Dashwoods are forced to move to is described as “romantic”, but the truth is, as Maryann finally comes to understand, true romance lives in deeds rather than in sentiments, in sense rather than in sensibility, and that matches the basically conservative or modest way in which Elinor conducted herself, keeping her feelings and pain to herself, while Marianne had made a spectacle of herself and acted as if she were the only girl in the world who had given her heart to someone and not have her affection returned. Such is life.

By the time Jane Austen reaches her third novel, “Pride and Prejudice”, she has rearranged the pieces on her chessboard to make the main plot line more clear. Darcy is initially disqualified from being a suitor by his arrogance just as Colonel Brandon had been disqualified by his age. And Darcy does come to the rescue, getting Wickham to marry Lydia, just as Colonel Brandon comes to Marianne’s rescue: defending her honor, finding her in a storm. The two sisters, in “Pride and Prejudice”, Elizabeth and Jane, also both find their soul mates. But other elements of “Pride and Prejudice” have been sorted out. The Willoughby character has been replaced by Wickham who goes after a different sister who is younger and more naive than Elizabeth while the possibility of an inferior marriage has been elicited through the view of Charlotte and Mr. Collins, clearly subsidiary characters. These having been isolated out, Austen can deal with how such complex outliers as Elizabeth and Darcy can overcome convention and reinvent their feelings despite the heavy weight of customary usages and prejudices that they both share. The couple are partly Beatrice and Benedict and partly Antony and Cleopatra, this time not representing two different empires but someone from the nation of men and someone from the nation of woman trying to understand one another. “Sense and Sensibility is not that complex. Its main outcome is that for circumstantial reasons on the part of Elinor, and more gradually by Marianne, they do find good matches for themselves, good because the lovers can understand one another, regardless of economic pressures. For Jane Austen, at that point, that is the freedom people have: to acknowledge a soulmate.

The key to Austen’s plots are often the revelation through a letter or a conversation concerning something that happened before the novel started. This may seem a simple device whereby to resolve her plots but in fact gives away something very central to the meaning of her novels: that what seems to be a set of events is in fact a revelation of something that had always existed even if it had been clouded or unknown. Austen is doing Ibsen before his time. A suggestion that this is the case is the novel that seems to be contrary to this pattern: “Mansfield Park”, where late in the novel Fanny Price does not act as she is supposed to, which is to be decisive so as to save the family that has taken her in and treated her as one of their own. Her failure to act is a revelation: this is what she has always been. What had seemed like the gangly demands of a young person trying to fit in, as when she demands a horse of her own, turns out to be her true character: stubborn, selfish, passive aggressive. So what the story has told us is nothing but what was always the case but it took the novel to get that across, to make us read it backwards in the light of what happened last. This is Chekov or Ibsenism before its time. The true action of the drama is what it reveals rather than what happens within it. The audience moves forward even if the story doesn’t very much do so.

Charles Dickens, the great successor to Jane Austen, is radically different from her. He is a front to back story teller who may introduce side characters marvelous for their quirkiness and also include subplots galore, but generally Dickens follows a life as the protagonist gets older, allowing for pauses and for stages of life that are jumped over. But, I think, his crowning achievement is “Great Expectations”, where he works contrary to what the genre of romantic fiction would impose on him: a foreshadowing, in early life, just as in the opening of the Odyssey, of what will happen later. The traumatic event and the consequences of having met Magwitch in the cemetery is treated by Pipas not being that, nor is the reader expected to catch on that Magwitch is his real benefactor. Rather, Pip thinks it is Mrs. Havisham, perhaps because her social class is so much more lofty than his own, and that therefore Estella, her ward, is the one destined to be his. That may be a pleasing illusion but it is destructive to think that a life has been laid out that will goo according to a plan known to the gods and to the reader clued in as to what will happen. “Great Expectations” is radical because it lays bare the use of reminiscence as a motive. It is anti-Romantic l in that nothing matters but the present. Pip has become a middle level bureaucrat thanks to John Wemmick, and so he shall remain, romantic dreams of Estella irrelevant to real life.

That analysis reminds us that it is correct to think of Freud as the last Romantic. Freud says there is always an underlying story which underlies the present story and which arises, outside of the time when it occurred, to haunt and shape the lives of people in their present. Time has no meaning in the world of psychological meanings. The past is a constant source of revelation which, when rediscovered, sheds light on and can change life from what it has seemed to be about in the interim since the traumatic event which never goes away. Freud and Dickens cannot coexist.

Methods For Assessing Romance

When my college age son came home to visit, he would tease me for being “a chick magnet”. He was obviously concerned about his own person being attractive and he accompanied me on my walks with my dog and young women still too old to be interested in him would come to me while passing and chat up my dog. I don’t think I ever earned that accolade and I was well settled in my career with my wife, but it was amusing. My explanation was that girls, who are almost always out to meet a mate, so as to escape into their spouses’ lives, were naturally inclined to meet strangers walking dogs because a man with a dog is reliable. He is responsible for taking care of the dog and has regular habits, and so is more likely to be trusted than someone who is without a four footed companion. While girls may daly or fantasize with bad boys, they want to take a reliable sort home with their mothers and their fathers.This was worth thinking about, this radar on the associations of who is trustworthy and so worth a chase in the courtship sweepstakes, the first moves so important and permanent in their emotional impacts yet made on the basis of very little information, certainly not much when courtships are not arranged but are the result of meeting cute; at a mutual invite in a bar, or in a dating service, or on a bus where neither of you want to get off. It isn’t that guys look only at looks and allure while girls look for the long run. It may be that girls are less interested in an adventure than guys are, even if, once committed, girls will go to the ends of the earth to accompany their persons, accompanied, as might be the case, with their dogs. But the idea of dogs as a chick magnet is an idle speculation, an accumulation of suppositions rather than a premise supported by research, even though these grandmother stories, as they are said in Yiddish, are the basis for managing social life until the outbreak of social science in the late Eighteenth Century. Like Nora Joyce, my own late wife was long past ever trying to explain women to men.

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