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The pros and cons of the digitized Whitman and his \u201clost\u201d novels.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Walt Whitman with a butterfly, 1873.<\/p><\/div>\n

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When I was a history graduate student in the waning days of the analog nineties, there were three kinds of researchers. Most impressive were the archive rats. These chain-smoking, type-A cranks entered an archival collection, knew precisely the evidence they needed, and did everything but ransack the place to find it. They chewed their nails to the nub and suffered insomnia, but their work showed a rare, if manic, evidentiary depth. Then there were the curious browsers: laid-back dreamers with a loosely generalized notion about what they sought. They limited themselves to documents that seemed interesting, floating among their sources with poetic insouciance. Their work, like cloud formations, drifted until it cohered into elegance. (They were also the only grad students I knew who smoked weed.) Finally, there were the surgical strikers. Soulless but engineered for accuracy, these students knew precisely which few documents to examine, did so with disinterested velocity, patched the holes in their dissertations, and then went to lunch. Prolific<\/em> was how the rats and browsers praised the surgical strikers\u2014faintly, of course.\u00a0<\/p>\n

The digitization of archival collections has favored the striker. Searchable databases provide an exponential efficiency: one can now accomplish in seconds what once took years. Say you\u2019re researching the brewing industry in the United States between 1850 and 1880. A logical starting point would be a careful perusal of the\u00a0New York Times<\/em>. Working at a rate of an hour per paper, eight hours a day, five days a week, reading thirty years\u2019 worth of the\u00a0Times <\/em>on microfilm and scanning for periodic brewery references might take roughly four years. By contrast, searching the ProQuest Historical Newspapers database (owned by my university library) for mentions of brewer<\/em>\u00a0in the Times<\/em>\u00a0yielded 893 hits almost instantly. Did you know that, on December 24, 1879, four carloads of \u201cbleached barley\u201d arrived in Cincinnati from Chicago and was summarily rejected by an angry food inspector because the barley was \u201csulphurized\u201d? Or that, on\u00a0November 14\u00a0of the same year, one Peter Hauck, \u201ca wealthy brewer of East Newark,\u201d fell into a brewery vault and the outcome was \u201capprehended to be fatal\u201d? Well, ninety seconds ago, neither did I.<\/p>\n

The radical efficiency of the digitized archive has motivated scholars to design research agendas around searchable terms. You\u2019d be a fool not to. Most of these academics grind out books and articles that are more comprehensively documented than they would have been twenty years ago. Such source accumulation swells footnotes and bibliographies, but ultimately it\u2019s just more frosting on the same cake. More intriguing, though, is the way a small cohort of researchers is combining an archive-rat disposition with surgical-strike technology to become scholarly conquistadores. Colonizing archival landscapes with scrolls and clicks, they mine every seam they find for troves of undiscovered wealth. Academics, hewing to their databases, have entered an age of discovery.<\/p>\n

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An example of this new type of researcher is Zachary Turpin, a graduate student in English at the University of Houston (and, as of next year, an assistant professor of history at the University of Idaho). Last summer Turpin accomplished something remarkable: blending analog and digital techniques, he discovered The Adventures of Jack Engle<\/em><\/a>, a novel that Walt Whitman had serialized anonymously in an obscure New York newspaper. Turpin\u2019s hybrid research methods were essential to his sleuthing success. Like a haggard Casaubon, he worked the wee hours, overturning every piece of digital scrap stuffed into the comprehensive Walt Whitman archive. His ratlike persistence, exercised from a computer in his Houston apartment, led him to examine random bits of paper on which Whitman had jotted scattered notes. On a few of these notes, Turpin\u2019s seasoned ear detected plot lines, all of them involving a character named Jack Engle, which Whitman had scrawled in a slack cursive script. Turpin typed Jack Engle<\/em> into a newspaper database and\u00a0in a nanosecond the literary world shifted. Turpin told\u00a0the\u00a0Guardian,\u00a0<\/em>\u201cI couldn\u2019t believe that, for a few minutes, I was the only person on earth who knew about this book.\u201d<\/p>\n

Turpin\u2019s coup has inherent popular appeal. The American temperament, even in matters literary, lights up instantly at the prospect of discovery. Much as we celebrate a new copy of the Declaration of Independence without ever having read the Declaration of Independence, we laud an addition to the Whitman oeuvre without much understanding the preexisting Whitman oeuvre. Discovery and acquisition are self-affirming qualities; they fuel the commercial quest for expanded choice while satisfying the media\u2019s imperative for originality and surprise. It seems better to be able to ask, Should I read\u00a0The Adventures of Jack Engle<\/em>\u00a0or\u00a0Leaves of Grass<\/em>?\u00a0than not. Even the most well-educated Americans don\u2019t read Whitman with any regularity, and the discovery of Engle will hardly change that. But we\u2019re sure as hell thrilled to have this guy Jack on our map. It\u2019s kind of like never visiting Alaska but still being proud that it\u2019s part of the country.<\/p>\n

None of this is to knock Turpin, with whom I speak often, and value as a thoughtful expert on my favorite poet. It\u2019s rather to suggest that Turpin\u2019s brand of scholarly fortitude, rare as it is, threatens to privilege digital discovery over analog interpretation. Only a year earlier, we should recall, Turpin had accomplished basically the same feat, discovering a series of \u201cManly Health\u201d articles that Whitman wrote pseudonymously in another New York newspaper and outing the poet as a hack advice columnist. Good for him. But are there larger implications to winning this kind of lottery\u2014much less twice? Caught in the thrilling aftermath of his Jack Engle finding, Turpin said,\u00a0\u201cThis new novel may also indicate that he didn\u2019t give up prose. God knows\u2014he could have, and probably did, write several more novels, if not many more than that. For all we know, they could be hiding in plain sight. Exciting, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

It is. But over the past two years, Turpin\u2019s eureka moments have marked the only time that many Americans have considered Walt Whitman, whom Thoreau called \u201cthe greatest democrat the world has ever seen.\u201d I ask this question knowing it\u2019s a little unfair, but with American democracy under siege, do we need to scour the archives for more hidden Whitman, or should we instead figure out how to better read the Whitman we have\u2014and teach others how to do the same? However inadvertently, the celebration that attends discoveries like Turpin\u2019s can dampen whatever quixotic hope existed for a national internalization of literary greatness. Ireland experiences\u00a0Ulysses <\/em>with an almost civic pride, holding the novel up as an essential part of the national identity. We should do the same with Whitman. The tolerance, awe, and dignity infusing, say, \u201cSong of Myself,\u201d a poem I listened to in paralyzed silence on November 9, 2016, seems harder to appreciate in Jack Engle\u2019s choppy wake.<\/p>\n

Turpin politely rejects my zero-sum literary interpretation. He told me, \u201cI tend to think that Whitman never truly goes away. He always tends to be there. He\u2019s woven into the American fabric; he\u2019s inescapable.\u201d The novel, in essence, is just further proof of the man\u2019s hurly burly ubiquity. If we don\u2019t tap into Whitman, it\u2019s our own damn fault. Naturally, other Whitman scholars, who thrive on such discoveries, if only for the pugilistic purposes of academia, agree that we need this novel. The fictional Jack Engle enables them to kick a bygone era of Whitman criticism in the teeth. If there was one commonly accepted critique of Whitman by the doyen of twentieth-century literary scholars, it was that the Good Gray Poet was too absorbed in his own song to write one for somebody else. \u201cIn Whitman\u2019s works,\u201d wrote George Santayana, \u201cthere is \u2026 not a single character nor a single story.\u201d The fact that this claim\u2014long accepted as conventional wisdom\u2014is no longer true more than justifies Turpin\u2019s discovery. As Turpin says, it reminds us that the spirit of Whitman lurks in every corner of the nation\u2019s literary soul.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Still, it\u2019s hard not to feel perplexed about Walt\u2019s reputation as technology and scholarly fortitude converge to hone in on his secret work. When I read\u00a0The Life and Adventures of Jack Engle<\/em>, it seemed obvious\u00a0why Whitman had published it anonymously. The novel is essentially a formulaic blend of period-piece tropes and Horatio Alger moralizing. In terms of a literary contribution, it adds nothing. It was the bland stuff that newspapers paid for, payments that Whitman needed to underwrite poetry that would transform poetry. (Leaves of Grass<\/em>\u00a0was self-published on July 4, 1855.) Whitman edited his life as if it were\u00a0a poem. As much as he would have preferred to burn the work he didn\u2019t want others to see\u2014as did his self-censorious contemporaries Melville, Hawthorne, and Dickinson\u2014he had to publish it and trust that newsprint would hold his secrets. For more than 150 years, it did\u2014a good run.<\/p>\n

Literary scholars and historians exist in part to demythologize the past; it\u2019s our job. As much as I wish there were a decent argument to prevent Turpin and others from using technology to knock the myth off of Whitman, there\u2019s not. But, since it\u2019s out there now, read the unearthed Whitman novel yourself<\/a>. You might find that the satisfaction of knowing the full truth about Whitman is rapidly ephemeral. You might even find yourself a literary advocate of a post-truth culture, wishing to preserve the myth of a purified Whitman rather than knowing the larger extent of his writing career. Perhaps, in an effort to forget, you might even read\u00a0Leaves of Grass<\/a>.\u00a0<\/em>How poetic that would be.<\/p>\n

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James McWilliams lives in Austin, Texas.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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