Re: Joshi reviews SLCAS, Red World of Polaris
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Kyberean (IP Logged)
Date: 28 February, 2004 12:14AM
Well, I do think that HPL's statement is indefensible as a generalization, especially since it excludes one of the cosmic weirdists he most admired, Algernon Blackwood. It's interesting, however, to consider how an author's attitude toward the possibility or impossibility of super-or preternatural phenomena might color his approach to weird fiction. It seems futile, though, to suggest, as HPL did, that more convincing writers might lie in one camp than another. I don't want to make a whale out of a minnow, though, since, as I recall, Lovecraft's statement was really just an aside.
I agree with you that HPL and CAS were in accord that, in cosmic horror and fantasy, human concerns are subordinate, and this is precisely why I love their work so much. I think, though, that their reasons for feeling this way were fundamentally different. HPL's cosmicism arose from his youthful studies in astronomy and his scientific materialism, which placed man far from the center of a vast, meaningless cosmos. In addition to a sense of cosmic vastness, CAS, on the other hand, seems also to have had an almost Eastern--specifically, Zen-like--distrust of human senses and human powers of conceptualization to arrive at the "truth" of anything. Contrast this to HPL's certainty that the cosmos is governed by fundamental laws. For that reason, I cannot really see the two men as holding essentially the same position, for CAS's perspective allows for possibilities that HPL's does not. I do think that both men would agree--although, again, for different reasons--that humanity can know only an infintesimal fragment of the truth about the cosmos, if that. HPL, however, holds that this "fragment" is rather larger than what CAS would allow. As CAS wrote, "[E]verything perceived or conceived as actuality is merely one phase of that which has or may have innumerable aspects. In this phantom whirl of the infinite, among these veils of Maya that are sevenfold behind sevenfold, nothing is too absurd, too lovely, or dreadful to be impossible".
My apologies if I seemed perhaps too relentlessly negative about literary criticism. I want to be clear that honest literary criticism--i.e., criticism that concerns the work or the author in question, and not an onanistic exercise that is really about the critic or his pet theory--can be quite valuable (although I wouldn't go so far as to call it an art form). It is literary theory--or, more precisely, pretentious literary theorists--that annoys me. For instance, I haven't the slightest interest in reading a Derridean deconstruction of The Hashish-Eater, for the simple reason that it would not add one iota to my understanding of, or appreciation for, that magisterial poem. Certain works of criticism that I find illuminating are Mario Praz's Romantic Agony, Julien Gracq's extraordinarily penetrating writings on divers authors (Almost all in French only, sad to say. Gracq himself is also the only prose-poet of the 20th Century whom I consider to be superior to CAS, and, although Gracq's writing is not "weird", I would strongly commend it to anyone who appreciates CAS's elevated style). Roger Cardinal's Figures of Reality: A Perspective on the Poetic Imagination is simply the finest work on this subject that I have read anywhere, and Cardinal is the most elegant stylist of any academic I have read. Samuel H. Monk's classic work The Sublime and Marjorie Hope Nicolson's Mountain Gloom and Mountain Glory are other valuable works. So, there are certainly "fire opals among the potato bin" to be ferreted out, but my experience is that these are the exceptions, and not the rule.
I'm glad to see you mention Otto's book, too, as his notion of the numinous has been seminal for me.
Thanks for the encouragement to contribute to Lost Worlds. In the extremely unlikely event that I find I have something original to say about CAS, I may contribute something, someday. What I really hope and need to do is to resume writing poetry again. Musical activities have taken all my creative energies these past three years, and it is time for a Sabbatical!