Extollager
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In a recent thread on Lovecraft's fiction as "comfort food," I had occasion to refer to C. S. Lewis's valuable little book An Experiment in Criticism. Lewis argues there that we can discuss the merits of literary works by reference to the quality of the reading that they invite, require, reward.
Bad writing rewards inattentive reading. Good writing rewards attentive reading. Yet, Lewis says, there is, paradoxically perhaps, a type of writing that can be worthwhile even if it comes to us in inept forms. Myth has value "independent of its embodiment in any literary work" (41). Myth provides us (43) with an "object of contemplation [that] works upon us by its peculiar flavour or quality," and there may be little narrative element.
Lewis goes on to say (44) that in myth "Human sympathy is at a minimum. We do not project ourselves at all strongly into the characters." By contrast, much of the world's great literature does invite and require such involvement, whether we are talking about Pride and Prejudice or War and Peace. But it's not so with myth.
Myth is always "fantastic," dealing with "impossibles and preternaturals."
The experience evoked by the myth may be joyful or sad, but it is always "grave." Comic myth is impossible.
The experience is not only grave but awe-inspiring.
Lewis claims that Rider Haggard (She, King Solomon's Mines, etc.) provided myth in this sense. Lewis was making a claim for Haggard's value at a time when academic orthodoxy would have been that Haggard was a writer of trash, of boys' books. Lewis was a fellow of an Oxford college and then held the chair of medieval and Renaissance literature at Cambridge. He was really sticking his neck out.
I'm only giving a few glimpses of what he says. I'd recommend his book to those who feel that Lovecraft provides literary experience of value and yet are able and willing to confess that, in terms of many of the common criteria of literary excellence, his writing manifestly falls short.
Bad writing rewards inattentive reading. Good writing rewards attentive reading. Yet, Lewis says, there is, paradoxically perhaps, a type of writing that can be worthwhile even if it comes to us in inept forms. Myth has value "independent of its embodiment in any literary work" (41). Myth provides us (43) with an "object of contemplation [that] works upon us by its peculiar flavour or quality," and there may be little narrative element.
Lewis goes on to say (44) that in myth "Human sympathy is at a minimum. We do not project ourselves at all strongly into the characters." By contrast, much of the world's great literature does invite and require such involvement, whether we are talking about Pride and Prejudice or War and Peace. But it's not so with myth.
Myth is always "fantastic," dealing with "impossibles and preternaturals."
The experience evoked by the myth may be joyful or sad, but it is always "grave." Comic myth is impossible.
The experience is not only grave but awe-inspiring.
Lewis claims that Rider Haggard (She, King Solomon's Mines, etc.) provided myth in this sense. Lewis was making a claim for Haggard's value at a time when academic orthodoxy would have been that Haggard was a writer of trash, of boys' books. Lewis was a fellow of an Oxford college and then held the chair of medieval and Renaissance literature at Cambridge. He was really sticking his neck out.
I'm only giving a few glimpses of what he says. I'd recommend his book to those who feel that Lovecraft provides literary experience of value and yet are able and willing to confess that, in terms of many of the common criteria of literary excellence, his writing manifestly falls short.