Adams, Robert M. - 'Masks and Delays - Edmund Wilson As Critic'
Adams, Robert M. - 'Masks and Delays - Edmund Wilson As Critic'
Adams, Robert M. - 'Masks and Delays - Edmund Wilson As Critic'
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By ROBERT M. ADAMS
II
As Paul Elmer More spent his life defining and redefining
the relations between literature and religion, so Edmund Wil
son has been concerned with the relations between literature and
history. His problems have been many, of course; but under
lying them all has been the question whether literature pri
marily makes sense of life or life of literature. Mr. More had
had the answer to this question well in hand from the begin
ning. The eternal uniform standards of classical literature and
Greek philosophy, said he, provided life with form and mean
ing. Once possessed of these standards, the critic might judge
at leisure how different literary events measured up to them.
Value-standards and value-judgments were thus the essence of
the New Humanism.
For Edmund Wilson the problems of judgment and value
have been more complex. Literature gives meaning to history
and is valuable in proportion as it illuminates human experience
?so he seemed to feel. Yet literature is itself the product of
history, and so evidently is the meaning by which we are to
Ill
Axel's Castle ended with the double suggestion that Symbol
ism as a literary technique might some day be assimilated by the
general current of literary thought, and that science and art
might themselves arrive at a way of thinking, a technique of
dealing with perceptions, which would merge them into a single
discipline. The Triple Thinkers included observations that the
functions of verse were being merged into those of prose, and
that literature itself might in time be absorbed into the ma
chinery of social planning. This tendency to think, and in fact
to hope, that literature was about to become something else, was
common to much of Edmund Wilson's early writing, where it
served to delay or avoid the problem of literary value.
How small literary judgments bulked in these early writings
may be illustrated by a single example. Just on the threshold
of a promised discussion comparing the writings of Gertrude
Stein with the Courts Martial Manual, Edmund Wilson broke
off, consigning the questions raised perfunctorily to the philoso
phers, who, so he said, didn't have much idea of the answer
either. Questions of imagery and syntax might indeed be, as
the author suggested, the concern of history or philosophy; but
if so, what was the business of a literary critic? Clearly, Ed
mund Wilson was delaying the problem of a literary judgment
by passing it on to historians or philosophers?to students, in
other words, of larger unities of which literature was only a
part.
Meanwhile, in The Triple Thinkers, appeared some evidence
of how Edmund Wilson conceived the relations between history
and the writer. John Jay Chapman, Samuel Butler, and A. E.
Housman were evidently the victims of their social surround
ings, men variously wounded, defeated, or broken by life. Flau
IV
Like any bankruptcy, a critic's failure to "make sense" of
life and literature renders his entire career subject to review.
What would have been success for Edmund Wilson? He never
genuinely wanted or tried to get to the Finland Station, so much
seems clear. That is a long, hard, self-denying trip. Merely
by looking at Edmund Wilson's load of moral, intellectual, and
literary baggage, one could see he had no intention of traveling
so far. Yet he was dissatisfied with Axel's Castle, feeling it to
be a cramped, sunless, lifeless habitation for artists and critics
who were also human beings. Between the Station and the
Castle he undertook to create or discover a third structure. He
cate County's barren ground is the only dwelling place that Ed
mund Wilson has been able to find. Could he conceivably have
done better? I think it can be argued that he might have.