A very stupid man once claimed writing lyric poetry after Auschwitz was barbaric; in fact our failure to write lyric poetry is a sign of our utter barbarity.
Yes, I was thinking of Adorno myself.
A friend of mine has recently been translating some of the work of Antoni Kępiński for me.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoni_Kępiński
He writes about the experience of those imprisoned at Auschwitz. According to the analysis that I read, at least, although part of the survival tactic is a hardening or distancing with regard to one's surroundings, it is also essential to survival to have human meaning, something to survive for.
I know that a lot of people are very interested in real life misery. The evening news is testimony to that. I don’t care for the evening news.
Real life misery is a mess or a bore or simply too heartbreaking to tolerate. And there’s no coherence to it—no vision. As Mark Twain said, “Life is just one damn thing after another.” I don’t want to be a spectator to this any more than I must be. I want to attend to the words of someone who will stand up and say, “Life is just one damn thing after another,” not some grinning idiot who presents this fact as a kind of pornography because corporate knows they can use this kind of stuff to sell advertising minutes.
A very stupid man once claimed writing lyric poetry after Auschwitz was barbaric; in fact our failure to write lyric poetry is a sign of our utter barbarity.
Yes, I was thinking of Adorno myself.
I thought Evans was referring to George Steiner! Adorno must have said it, too. Actually, it sounds like something a lot of people might go around saying.
I like a lot of what Steiner has written, but vehemently disagree with him about poetry after Auschwitz. If memory serves, Steiner's point had something to do, not only with the inutility of poetry, but with what he considered the irremediable debasement of language under the Nazis. Again, I disagree, and wonder if even Steiner still thinks that now.
As for that Guardian article -- where is Oscar Wilde when you need him? There must be some perfect, annihilating Wilde quote out there.
What is true about the drama and the novel is no less true about those arts that we call the decorative arts. The whole history of these arts in Europe is the record of the struggle between Orientalism, with its frank rejection of imitation, its love of artistic convention, its dislike to the actual representation of any object in Nature, and our own imitative spirit. Wherever the former has been paramount, as in Byzantium, Sicily and Spain, by actual contact, or in the rest of Europe by the influence of the Crusades, we have had beautiful and imaginative work in which the visible things of life are transmuted into artistic conventions, and the things that Life has not are invented and fashioned for her delight. But wherever we have returned to Life and Nature, our work has always become vulgar, common and uninteresting.
Concerning the original question, my opinion is that it would be immoral not to read fiction in times of crisis. We should read poetry and drama as well. We need to have the courage to be human.
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