{"id":100182,"date":"2016-07-08T11:31:28","date_gmt":"2016-07-08T15:31:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=100182"},"modified":"2016-07-08T11:58:40","modified_gmt":"2016-07-08T15:58:40","slug":"in-praise-of-minor-literature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/07\/08\/in-praise-of-minor-literature\/","title":{"rendered":"In Praise of Minor Literature"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_100187\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/houseboats.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-100187\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-100187\" class=\"wp-image-100187\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/houseboats.jpg\" alt=\"houseboats\" width=\"600\" height=\"397\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/houseboats.jpg 943w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/houseboats-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/houseboats-768x508.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-100187\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Houseboats by the Thames.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Some of the writers and books I hold in the highest esteem were discovered en passant: buried in the archives of a little-read blog; mentioned in a thirty-year-old essay devoted to more prominent writers; planted near the end of a long list on Wikipedia. (Idleness and obsession are the impetus for most of my discoveries.) Most of these books are rare tastes, not even well known for not being well known. They are not likely to come up at dinner parties, and they are not part of any canon or curriculum. I don\u2019t get any credit for having read them. They are what some people call minor.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>What does it mean to be minor? It\u2019s not the same thing as being obscure. Leon Forrest\u2019s oeuvre is a megalith, but there seem to be about six of us who have read him. Nor is a minor writer a bad writer. Guy Davenport proposed that Thomas Love Peacock, Colette, Simenon, and Michael Gilbert were all \u201cimpeccable stylists\u201d but also, next to Tolstoy, Cervantes, Balzac, and Proust, incontrovertibly minor. Davenport, a self-described minor prose stylist who was great enough to be genuinely self-effacing, said that \u201cthe theme of a major work must be universal and time-defying.\u201d When judged by this standard, he suggested, even Borges and Poe were minor, since \u201ca Martian could not learn about human nature from either of them.\u201d\u00a0<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>In 1950, Isaac Rosenfeld dissented from his contemporaries\u2019 enthusiastic response to Henry Green on similar grounds, arguing that Green\u2019s novels, while excellent, were overly concerned with style, and therefore not the products of a major sensibility. Green was all flash, no substance; he would not sleep with the truly great. (The irony, of course, is that most people these days only know Rosenfeld as Saul Bellow\u2019s friend and rival, while much of Green\u2019s corpus is still in print. All critics, even the major ones, are minor writers.)<\/p>\n<p>Like Rosenfeld, Derek Walcott has argued that \u201cminor writers think style is all,\u201d but not everyone agrees that topicality is the sine qua non of greatness. For Doris Lessing, the notion that a book has to be about something in order to be considered important was a holdover from socialist realism:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>To write a story for the sake of storytelling will not do; it is frivolous, not to say reactionary. Whole literary departments in a thousand universities are in the grip of this way of thinking, and yet the history of storytelling, of literature, tells us that there has never been a story that does not illuminate human experience in one way or another.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>For me, the more important distinction between major and minor works has to do with their histories. To read a major work is to join a public conversation. As Borges knew well, when we open a book like <em>Don Quixote<\/em>, we are not only reading the words on the page but also the history of the book\u2019s reception. Even the masterpieces we haven\u2019t opened yet come to us pre-read. They belong to the world. Minor books, meanwhile, even those that are widely appreciated, seem to belong to us alone. Lately I\u2019ve found that I\u2019d rather spend time on the books I like than on the books I admire.<\/p>\n<p>In her introduction to a new edition of Keith Waldrop\u2019s <em>Light While There Is Light<\/em>, Jaimy Gordon writes that she wasn\u2019t likely to be a literary giant, and therefore concentrated her efforts on being a literary pygmy, \u201cwriting one great but undoubtedly odd, sui generis, irreplaceable, one of a kind modestly immortal book.\u201d That\u2019s more than most of us will ever do, a fate to which I would be happily consigned.<\/p>\n<p>A few years ago, I was browsing through the Everyman\u2019s Library\u2019s catalog with every intention of ticking another box on the canon. I was about to close the deal when I came across two volumes by Penelope Fitzgerald, who won the 1979 Booker Prize for <em>Offshore, <\/em>her short, semiautobiographical novel about the denizens of a boating community. I instantly recalled a stopover I\u2019d made in London a few months earlier. Having never been to England before, I had stupidly paid seventeen pounds for a Gatwick Express ticket to Victoria Station. As we approached the city, the cascading sunlight illuminated the Thames, stirring to life the communities that were floating on its banks. I thought about those figures on the river, and then I thought about myself. I was just off an overnight flight, out of my native time zone for the first time, not entirely sure where I was heading, and trying to blend in with the busy men in dark suits who surrounded me on the train. The anonymous boat people in the distance mingled in my mind with the memory of familiar fishermen on a beach back home, who I guess must be as alien to a tourist as the boat-dwellers were to me. And then a pair of questions came to mind: Who <em>are<\/em> those people down there? And how would I find out?<\/p>\n<p><em>Matthew St. Ville Hunte lives in Saint Lucia. 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