Friday, November 24, 2017
November 20, 2017 Issue
It’s great to see Leo Robson back in the magazine. His last piece
was “Doings and Undoings,” October 17, 2016 (on Henry Green), and the one
before that was “Delusions of Candor,” October 26, 2015 (on Gore Vidal) – both
excellent. His “The Mariner’s Prayer,” in this week’s issue, is a review of two
books on Joseph Conrad: Maya Jasanoff’s The
Dawn Watch: Joseph Conrad in a Global World and J. Hillis Miller’s Reading Conrad. He calls Jasanoff’s book
“a special case of privileged-access criticism,” i.e., criticism that draws on
Conrad’s life to illuminate his work. This contrasts with “Miller’s favored
critical mode,” which Robson describes as deconstructionist. Still, he says, The Dawn Watch and Reading Conrad, “have one area of overlap – an almost complete
indifference to everything that Conrad published after 1910.” Robson writes,
It’s surprising that neither gives more space to “Under
Western Eyes,” a novel crowded with enigmas and transmuted personal history.
But to ignore “ Chance” (1914) is to miss a crucial clue about Conrad’s
sensibility—and his aversion to what he saw as the sea stigma.
Reading Robson’s absorbing piece, I recalled George
Steiner’s “An Old Man and the Sea” (The
New Yorker, April 23, 1979), in which Steiner rips Frederick R. Karl’s Joseph Conrad: Three Lives, calling it,
among other things, a “turgid leviathan,” “composed in a style of the texture of
ageing jello.” Steiner refers to Conrad’s “veiled, implicit way of conveying
physical action.” This gets at what is, for me, a major stylistic weakness of
Conrad’s writing – his oblique, muffled tone. Robson, in his piece, doesn’t
touch on Conrad’s muted style, except to note his use of “philosophical digression”
and his preferred method of transforming material “from particular to general.”
Robson describes Saul Bellow as “the most Conradian novelist
in recent American literature.” I disagree. Bellow’s writing brims with exuberant
specificity. It’s the exact opposite of Conrad’s foggy obliqueness.
Labels:
George Steiner,
Joseph Conrad,
Leo Robson,
Saul Bellow,
The New Yorker
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