Ernest Hemingway: Who Now Reads Him? and other questions

http://www.france24.com/en/20151124...moveable-feast-sales-soar-after-paris-attacks :
In the wake of the November 13 Paris attacks, Ernest Hemingway’s “A Moveable Feast” has become a symbol of life in the French capital, climbing to the top of bestseller lists as it flies off the shelves of bookstores across France."

Hemingway was quoted saying once: "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."

Has anyone read this memoir? I'm ordering it.
 
I've read it. My favorite part is about his discovery of Russian literature in translation while in Paris.
 
I read it long enough ago to recall few details but a few impressions: In spite of his pared prose, what's there conveys the leisureliness of someone enjoying his recollections; I believe he mentions Lord Dunsany once, if I recall correctly, as the bedtime reading by his mother; he mentions The Lodger as an exemplary thriller -- this was one of the reasons I eventually read it, myself.

I had an impression he was not completely forthcoming, perhaps based on skimming a few pages by Morley Calahan, who recollected meeting Hem in Paris somewhat differently. I'd have to go back and compare, but as I recall Calahan was a boxer in college and when invited into the ring he more than held his own with Hemingway. (Apparently for a time this was a thing Hemingway did; I've come across it before in reading about Dashiell Hammett.)


Randy M.
 
Extollager: Well, I did it. Asked for "Hemingway's Boat" for Christmas and got it. Finally finished it today. Taken in smallish bites, it has been a long slow read. It is about much more than the Pilar, as Hendrickson expounds at length on a couple of lesser characters in Hemingway's life as well as son, Gregory. Being of the unsophisticated proletarian type, I prefer my biographies to be rather linear. Though the sections are titled chronologically, this book bounces back and forth in time such that it is very difficult to keep track of where you are. It sometimes even digresses within an initial digression, doubling the confusion. Nevertheless, it was extremely interesting and presented materials that were new to me. I was rather surprised to see in the sources so many new books that have been published since I quit reading him so intensively in the late eighties.

(Coincidentally, I also received, unasked for, "A Slight Trick Of The Mind", by Mitch Cullen. My wife and I had much enjoyed the movie "Mr. Holmes", which was based on that book. That book (and film), too, bounces back and forth between the present, near past and far past. Incidentally, we both preferred the movie adaptation. But I digress.)

So now I need to re-read the Carlos Baker, Lester and particularly Gregory's biographies; "Islands In The Stream" and "Across The River And Into The Trees". I probably ought to find Mary's biography and re-read "Green Hills Of Africa", "The Garden Of Eden" and several others, but probably won't. A line from "The Short Happy Life Of Francis Macomber" has stuck in my mind since I was introduced to Hemingway in my freshman year in 1960. It concerns Wilson and Macomber discussing the thrill of the chase after downing the buffalo: "Yes," said Wilson. There's that. Doesn't do to talk too much about all this. Talk the whole thing away. No pleasure in anything if you mouth it up too much."

Likewise in "Islands In The Stream", the Bimini section when Hudson's sons are visiting. They are fishing off the boat and young son David has hooked a big one: "Nobody in our family's ever caught a broadbill," Andrew said. "Oh keep your mouth off him, please," David said. "Don't put your mouth on him."

And in Gregory's biography, "Papa" when Gregory had done quite well at a pigeon shooting championship and was excitedly talking about it. His father says, "Gig, when you're truly great at something, and you know it, you would like to brag about it sometimes. But if you do, you'll feel like sh*t afterwards. Also, you never remember how a thing really felt if you talk about it too much."

Talking about a thing. Bad form. Bad luck. And in my proletarian mind, studying a thing too much. Overly dissecting a work of art, to me, is like dissecting that frog in biology class. It kills it. I lose all the joy in the beauty and discovery. Best to love it as it lives, feel it viscerally and let it lie.
 
Oldsarge, I intend to print your message (#24 above) and put it in my copy of the Complete Stories.

Is there and rough-and-ready distinction one can make between "noticing" and "dissecting"? "Noticing" means that sometimes discussing a literary work, or even writing about it, could help us to see better what's there and, thus, probably enhance our enjoyment and understanding. In my case, an analogy might be with what happened when I learned to identify many of the northern-latitude constellations. My experience of the night sky changed, for the better it seems to me. I became more aware, for example, of differences in color between some of the stars, differences visible to the naked eye here in my rural town. I became more aware of seasonal variations in what is to be seen. For example, I now anticipate the return in a few weeks or so of Boötes, which will appear to be "lying on its side" in the northeast. "Dissecting" would suggest a rather cold treatment of a literary work that interferes with a warm receptivity to it in our imaginations, intellects, and senses (this last referring to the way the sounds affect us).

In actual practice no doubt occasionally a reader may drift from "noticing" into mere "dissecting," especially in an academic setting, but perhaps that's a risk involved in trying to "notice."

This is something I've struggled with a bit in the context of being an English teacher. Today there's endless chatter about "skills" as opposed to "content knowledge," and a dreary emphasis on "measurable learning outcomes." I have had a mildly heated exchange with another teacher in which, as I recall, I was saying that I don't think we should try to make students articulate, prematurely, the value of a literary experience, and he responded with a little irritation about not being interested in what a literary work might mean to someone twenty years from now. In my practice, I try to encourage "noticing." When I have the students write, often it's largely a matter of noticing some aspect of a literary work that's interesting but that they might not have noticed till they were asked to write about it. Most recently, I gave a 30-minute short in-class writing task in which the reader was asked to identify "paranormal experiences" in the assigned reading in Anna Karenina. I had in mind the uncanny way in which Anna and Vronsky, separately, have an eerie dream about a peasant muttering in French and doing something with a bag, or the scene in which Levin and Kitty seem to have a telepathic bond enabling them to understand what a message of multiple words means when the other has only the initial letters to go by.

After an English faculty meeting, I wrote the email below. It received no comment, as I recall...


Poetic Knowledge in an Age of Quantification

A character in one of Arthur Machen’s stories quotes a saying: “‘In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star.’”

The saying isn’t expounded and doesn’t contribute in an obvious way to the resolution of the story’s plot, but I think that it is worth considering, by itself, in terms of possible reader responses.

It will immediately impress itself on some readers as a true statement, which is not to say it is “factual.” Something true is indicated by it, hinted at by it, even though the “soul of a star” probably doesn’t lie hidden in “every grain of wheat” -- and if it does, science will never observe it. It doesn’t strike this first group of readers as a day-dreamy, sentimental, unreal notion, but as something pointing to a genuine category of real knowledge that may be called poetic knowledge. Such readers probably will desire to possess, to a growing degree, whatever faculty it is that is able to apprehend such statements as meaningful.

For some readers the saying will contribute, in context, to a quality of quaint but vague charm. The saying will have aesthetic significance, but many of these readers may adhere to the common view that aesthetics and ideas of the beautiful are matters of fashion, personal taste, and so on – pleasant, perhaps, but not a matter of authentic importance except when associated with more obvious public goods such as relaxation.

For some readers the saying is nonsensical, essentially no different from a statement such as “In every carburetor the wings of a moth are calculating taxation increments.”

Other responses to the statement may be possible, and the same reader might take the quoted statement differently at different times.

I have read the story in which the saying appears many times, and it is my favorite thing in the story. If I included the story in one of my classes, I would hope that at least some of my students would belong to the first group of readers. I would not feel that it was my business to try to find out who of them did belong to that group. I would not feel it was my business to try to coax people in the second and third groups into responding to the grain/soul/star statement as people in the first group do. And I would not feel it was appropriate for me to penalize members of the third group. Yet, if I assigned the story for a class session, I might, privately, feel that the best thing that might happen that day (or, to speak more strictly, prior to that day, when the students presumably read the story) would be a “connection” to the statement.

It must be acknowledged that this kind of situation is nothing unusual for the Humanities. Some of the most valuable things about literature, music, and visual art relate to poetic knowledge.* And pressure on students to articulate “what this passage means to me” – publicly, on the spot, no less! -- seems likely to kill a student’s ability to receive this knowledge.

I don’t think it is yet widely recognized at MSU that a university, which presumably is interested, in theory, to the whole “universe” of human knowledge, should not impose on all disciplines in all circumstances the same devices/methodologies. How would one design a lesson with measurable, specified, articulated outcomes that would deal with the grain/soul/star sentence? But if an elusive quality with regard to the Machen sentence be granted, then it must be granted that much of Keats’s poetry, Botticelli’s art, and Mozart’s music similarly eludes the type of quantified assessment that is perfectly appropriate when it comes to establishing whether and how well students have learned how to type blood, create a spreadsheet, or solve algebraic equations.

As a professor, I constantly assess student performance. Quizzes monitor whether students have done the reading. Perhaps this is not to my credit, but I would be quite capable of having a quiz item like this: Early in the story, Jones quotes a statement: and including the grain/soul/star sentence as one of four options, hoping the students will circle the right one. Open-book Focus Writes also assess student performance. In this case, I might ask the students: Throughout the story, Machen’s narrator and characters in the story make paradoxical statements. In the next thirty minutes, list as many of these as you can, with page references to our text, and feel free to conclude with a brief statement giving your view of how these statements contribute to the atmosphere of the story. Longer in-class essays provide additional opportunities for assessment of student learning. But in every case, I want to leave the student untroubled by obtrusive, busybody inquiries. If the sentence, poem, story, or novel does not (as we casually say) “do much” for a given student this time, perhaps it will mean more if and when the student returns to it (as has been my own experience at times). As teacher, I cannot control this and I certainly cannot measure it.

A Humanities teacher who is chronically insensitive to the dimension of the arts that I have tried to suggest, and to students’ right to privacy with regard to the reception of that dimension, may do much harm. From such teachers (however well-meaning) may our students be preserved, until these teachers learn better the art of teaching!

[signed] 22 March 2011

*Poetic knowledge is, from the point of view of Enlightenment-based educational theory, a fugitive and (let’s admit it) an unreal thing. Perhaps adherents of the Enlightenment and people like me can agree to disagree about whether there is such a thing as poetic knowledge. Perhaps we can furthermore agree this much: response to a statement like the grain/soul/star one doesn’t lend itself to measurement.
 
Extollager: Thanks for the quick, well-thought response. And I had meant to thank you for introducing me to the Boat, but neglected to remember until after hitting that "Post" button. Also, for whatever angle by which you have approached it, I am humbled and honored that you would save my post in hard-copy.

As to the meat: I totally concur and appreciate your post. I had expected and accept such a response. I left things rather abruptly as I did not want to go on too long. My comments were aimed at myself and were not meant to be generalizations. And I don't take issue with "noticing". Noticing is but a degree of dissection. I pretty much take all the humanities viscerally. "I don't know much about art, but I know what I like", I guess. Yes, I admit to being lazy and shallow. I enjoy almost all genres of music and don't very much care to delve into why a piece can affect me emotionally. I rail at the fact that a "drop cloth" (my estimation) by Jackson Pollack can bring four million dollars while a very similar piece done by JoJo the elephant at the Elephant Art Academy in Thailand is sold for five hundred. But I can greatly enjoy some of Picasso's cubist works; why, I don't care. And so on.

On the other hand, I can and do notice, dissect, digest various other parts of life. For instance, I can devour an entire book on the behavior of one species of animal or bird - say Niko Tinbergen on the Herring Gull. Now to a certain extent, that does affect my enjoyment of that bird. Yes, I may understand it more but it has lost some of it's innocence. I can't just enjoy it's beauty and wonder for what it is so much any more. Now I know why it is pulling up grass or bowing, or whatever. Yes, I enjoy having the knowledge, but the image of the bird itself in my mind is somewhat damaged. Sorry - I have difficulty attempting to convey my thoughts coherently; this is about the best I can do.

So far as literature goes, I suppose you can say I "noticed" three similar thought lines in three different works. And there may be more that I have missed or forgotten. Fairly innocuous. And interesting and applicable from my standpoint. And I have no wish or need to dig deeper into that subject. But does reading about and discussing cross-dressing, hair fetishes and sexual preferences really help me to appreciate a work any better? Now I maybe understand better where the author is coming from but now some of the beauty is gone from the work. Now, rather than just feeling the piece, I have to analyze it because I think I know what is going on behind the scenes and I maybe don't like the results of that analysis. And maybe I'd like to keep my own interpretation rather than having some "expert" thrust his on me, even though it may be more true. Again, this is just me.

In another vein, I think there is much to say about a reader's feeling of identity with the piece and/or the author (to a certain extent). Thus explaining the resonance I feel with much of Hemingway, "For Esme - With Love And Squalor" (or actually much of Salinger), "Slaughterhouse-Five", "Catch-22", "Captain Newman, M.D.", etc. If you identify, you don't need to over-analyze. And maybe you don't want to because it will maybe open doors you don't want opened. Perhaps over-analysis was the downfall of so many in the Hemingway clan. Now you've got me doing it.
 
So far as literature goes, I suppose you can say I "noticed" three similar thought lines in three different works.

Right, and my sense is that this "noticing" enhanced your enjoyment of what you had read.

I'd write more but I have to take off now.
 
Absolutely. No argument there. And I started "Islands" again "disaft". One of my favorites. I had forgotten that there is so much more humor coming through in this one.
 
Oldsarge, you questioned whether detailed knowledge of Hemingway's private life was of benefit to your enjoyment and understanding of his fiction. I think somewhere C. S. Lewis says that it's a great good thing that we simply do not know much about Shakespeare the man; to this day, it is possible to argue even that the plays were written by someone other than the Shakespeare of Avon, etc., so it's true that he remains a mystery.

My personal take is that it's generally good to acquire a good grasp of an author's work (supposing that we do know just what works are his or hers) and perhaps other work from the same milieu so as to have a sense of what the work does and is. Then if one is curious about the author, fine -- that can be a legitimate topic for its own sake. And perhaps one will be helped to notice things in the work if one knows more about the life. But in general these are two different things.

Here's an example. I read a lot of the writing of Evelyn Arthur Waugh before I read a biography of him (and George Orwell). I am glad that I didn't know all that much about Waugh before I'd enjoyed a lot of his writing, because he was in some ways an exceptionally unpleasant man. If I had known a lot about him before I had read his writing, perhaps I wouldn't have read him at all.

And yet I can't be too dogmatic about that. Sometimes knowledge of an author can create a lot of interest and curiosity so that one reads the work with a lot of appetite. I think sometimes people get interested in the "myth" of Emily Brontë before they have actually read Wuthering Heights or, certainly, any of her poems. And this may help to dispose them well to read and enjoy a very great, but very strange, novel.

I seem to have talked myself around to kind of sitting on the fence.... ?
 
Extollager: I would definitely agree with your take on reading the works before investigating the author. Take Philip Jose Farmer. I like the Riverworld series. I enjoy the premise and the story-line but I am at several levels disturbed by much of the content and its presentation. Therefore I am not at all interested in learning more about the man or reading other works by him, as it might infect and destroy what pleasure I get out of Riverworld. Of course I am speculating, but why take the chance? On the other hand, I fell in love with Esme and the Glass family without reservations long before I explored Salinger. I have never explored him too deeply, but what I have discovered has enhanced my appreciation for his work so I guess that is not a fair comparison. Would I have read Hemingway (other than "Macomber" forced upon us in freshman English by Mr. Aiken) if I had known more about his character? I don't know. I think so much of his work was out there before the myth was overcome by reality that it wouldn't have made any difference. But at this point, I think there is too much out there and I have seen more than I need to; it has destroyed some of the pleasure I had in some of the stories. Temporal distance between the body of work and the reader's time is of extreme importance here. When a famous author dies, his/her life begins to be even more thoroughly investigated and dissected by critics, journalists and professors. Reading and knowing Hemingway a year prior to his suicide is different from reading and knowing Hemingway twenty years after his death and vastly different from exploring him 55 years after his death.

So far as interest in an author generating a desire to read (or not to read) his/her works, I'll have to think about that. One can argue that reading an autobiography by a person we are interested in who is not in the literary world constitutes such a case, but in many such situations that is a one-off technical read. It doesn't count. I must explore those who have produced a library of literature. With advancing years, the reasons for much of what has motivated me are lost in the mists of time. Plus the demands of a dual career in my early-mid to late working life left little time for intellectual pursuits in the humanities. I'll have to go through my library and do a lot of thinking. I'll get back to you on that. Quite possibly, if "U.S.A." had not been required reading at one time, I would have read Dos Passos simply because of his association with Hemingway. Likewise Fitzgerald, I suppose. But again, those would have been superficial readings rather than an in-depth character review. Off the cuff, I'd have to say, the times they are a'changing. Nowadays, with constant instant connection to everything and everybody seeming to be the desired norm, it would appear to be nigh impossible not to have some inkling of an author before he/she is read (albeit superficial), so I do think such influence is possible. Back in the olden times, one was introduced to the author and his works together by a good Lit teacher.
 
Oldsarge, you said, "at this point, I think there is too much out there and I have seen more than I need to."

We live in abnormal times in many ways, and this is one of them; there is a great deal available about most authors who have lived in our lifetimes. The biography that I would be curious about, and yet am avoiding, is that of V. S. Naipaul. I have been reading him with enjoyment and appreciation for about 30 years. But some years ago he allowed a biographer pretty much complete access to his private papers, etc., from what I understand, and a biography appeared that's authoritative and, from the reviews I saw, rather dismaying. I know enough about it to think I'm better off for now without reading it. And anyway, although I've read many of his books, I haven't read all of them. Wouldn't it be better for me to read, say, The Loss of El Dorado than the biography? I think it would.

I wonder if this abundance of information on relatively recent authors isn't one reason that they sometimes seem to be overexposed in the academy, by the way. Personally I think there is much to be said for the principle that Oxford followed in the 20th century (if I am correct), that the curriculum stopped with Wordsworth (whose most important work was written by the early 19th century). There were several good scholarly reasons for this. For example, historical perspective was perhaps more feasible. There had been time, too, for establishment of reliable texts (admittedly, this is probably not an issue for most recent authors). And enough time had passed for students to need some scholarly help. Wordsworth was writing during and after the French Revolution and the Napoleonic era. If you're an undergrad in the 1930s or so, that's a long time ago. So, if we apply the principle, we'd probably say that the English curriculum should now end around World War I or so. I would tend to be supportive of that, although it would mean that some of my favorite authors would not be part of the curriculum.

(Of course, even the idea now of a standard curriculum is questionable. Obviously I tend to emphasize canonical authors in my courses. A feminist colleague said: "White male patriarchy!" Okay, if teaching Chaucer, Spenser, Shakespeare, Milton, Bunyan, Swift, Defoe, Jane Austen, Blake, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Keats, the Brontës, Elizabeth Gaskell, Dickens, Conrad, etc. is "white male patriarchy," then long live white male patriarchy. From what I read, English studies are largely preoccupied now either was current authors or with older authors resolutely "viewed through then lens" of current obsessions about raceclassandgender. Yes, "from what I read" -- I don't go to the conventions of the Modern Language Association [shudder], etc.)

But to return to the abundance of biographical information. When you get past the 2ist-20th centuries, it's remarkable how little, sometimes, we do actually know about authors. For example, Dickens died as recently as 1870. But no one really knows if he was having sex with Ellen Ternan. Much though some people would like to think she was his mistress, we actually do not know that she was. Here's one of the world's greatest authors, died only a century and a half ago, and we really do not know a lot about an important relationship in his life. And nor need we.
 
Oldsarge, you also wrote, "I think so much of [Hemingway's] work was out there before the myth was overcome by reality that it wouldn't have made any difference."

Several years ago my university library discarded most of its magazine archives (supposedly the material is available online or from microfilm and so on). I saved stacks of magazines, including some issues of Look and/or Life with Hemingway cover stories, etc. It's certainly true that he was willing to participate in the media depiction of a "myth" of the great outdoorsman, etc.
 
Well, Extollager, I don't know how you do it. A fine, lengthy response in no time by my standards when I spent part of an evening and most of the morning on my previous. Well done. Re the myth: yes, and I find his boasting and myth boosting somewhat ironic and amusing, given his lecture to Gregory after the pigeon shoot. But I do feel his prowess as an outdoorsman is not entirely over-exaggerated. Re the magazines: I recall an article in the Journal Of Irreproducible Results many years ago having something to do with the possibility of some natural disaster due to the calculated weight of all the National Geographics being saved in the world.

I went through the remains of my library (downsizing move several years ago) and nothing jogs my memory as having been introduced by interest in the author, other than autobiographies, as previously mentioned. Many were the result of reading lists by teachers or parental or peer suggestion; or browsing my parent's library or public library stacks. (Are former girlfriends everywhere Ayn Rand fans?) A close second would be those discovered through short story anthologies. Having been assigned a particular short story in a particular anthology, I would invariably read the whole book and thus pick up new interests. I prefer short stories to novels anyhow - particularly now. I can recall staying up all night reading such as "Lucifer's Hammer" by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle (640 pages) because I couldn't put it down, but I certainly don't have that stamina now nor the ability to concentrate for that long a period. Nevertheless, I stand by my estimation that it is entirely possible to formulate an interest in an authors works after learning about the author. For instance, Salman Rushdie. Someone who had never read any of his works might be intrigued by the story surrounding him to investigate. And here we go again with all the connectivity all the time scenario.

Interesting information on Oxford. Probably not a bad idea. And I see no problem with your list of authors. I've been assigned all of them (other than Gaskell) at one time or another. Don't remember much of some, I hate to admit. I did get more modern authors though. Perhaps your courses are aimed more at the classics. Well, we did get Beowulf, classical mythology, Iliad and the Odyssey, amongst others. As for myself, I shudder at what kids are not learning today. It was bad enough during our son's time in the eighties. I don't even want to know now.
 
I love Hemingway, and I find his writing to be absolutely inspiring. I want to write while I am reading him. A Moveable Feast is a treasure. CC
 
Extollager:
Personally I think there is much to be said for the principle that Oxford followed in the 20th century (if I am correct), that the curriculum stopped with Wordsworth (whose most important work was written by the early 19th century).

And of course one of those leading the Die-Hard defence against the 19th or (shudder) 20th C was our friend C.S. Lewis,joined in the last ditch by JRR Tolkien, who probably would have cut it off at the 14th century.

Extollager:
Okay, if teaching Chaucer, Spenser, Shakespeare, Milton, Bunyan, Swift, Defoe, Jane Austen, Blake, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Keats, the Brontës, Elizabeth Gaskell, Dickens, Conrad, etc. is "white male patriarchy," then long live white male patriarchy.

Sure. As long as you explain there were many other great writers who were not white, or who didn't write in English, so we don't study them in English Lit. , and that the reason women are out-numbered 6 to 1 in the list you teach is not because men are six times as talented, but that half of the human race was deliberately excluded, and thus thanks to patriarchy we have been deprived of equally great works, and the works we are studyng are therefore part of a skewed set.
(And what happened to that George guy?)
 
As for Hemingway, I've never been a great fan, other than "For Whom the Bell Tolls". "The Sun Also Rises " was ruined for me by reading the National Lampoon parody first- the Cock and Bull fights- so I've never been able to read the original without giggling

'Pah. In the old days it was something. But now, it is nothing.'
' It is nothing'.
He spat. We drank.
 
Galanx, in fact I didn't list all the authors I teach or have taught.* But I don't try to inculcate in my students the "patriarchal conspiracy" explanation for the predominance of white men in the canon of English literature ("half of the human race was deliberately excluded," etc.). However, this is not the place to get into that discussion in depth.

*To clarify my own stance:

If I were in charge of the matter, the curriculum of works studied in our English courses at my university would emphasize pre-20th-21st century works, but the most recent century or so would not be completely excluded. However, if it's a choice between an old-fashioned halt around a hundred years before the present day, or the situation that appears to prevail in English departments today if I can judge by publication of books from university presses and other data, then I would choose the former. I'm dismayed by the "privileging" -- to use a word beloved by many academics -- of the obsessions of the Right Here Right Now. I remember an anecdote of one of my colleagues -- who was pretty much on the other side from em -- about a student who was puzzled by the fact that, for the third time in her college career, she was taking a course in which Morrison's Beloved was one of the texts. One wonders what canonical authors this same student had never read. In my own case, for example, I had to pick up Milton -- surely a necessary author for an English major -- on my own, years after graduation....

But I don't exclude non-white or living authors. I teach our course on the British Novel (yes, we are so small that there is only one course on this topic), and most recently selected for the semester four novels: by Austen, Dickens, Conrad, and V. S. Naipaul -- A House for Mr. Biswas. However, I regret that including a recent work meant that I had to knock out the whole eighteenth century at the early end. No Defoe, and also no Sir Walter Scott from Austen's early nineteenth-century era. Considering Scott's intrinsic worth and his enormous importance not just for the British novel but for the European novel -- no Scott, no War and Peace? -- I am vulnerable to legitimate censure.
 
"one of my colleagues -- who was pretty much on the other side from em"

I meant to write "on the other side from me" -- i.e. he was fascinated by theory, but not (so far as I could tell) really all that well read in the literary canon, which is what I aspire to be, and what I hope my students will become. Yet he could see that something was perhaps amiss in the situation I described.
 

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