What is my problem with this book? I don't want to read it, it's making me crazy, it's eaten one of my book groups in its entirety, and I can't tell what it is about it that makes me want it to crawl away into a hole and die, especially since I haven't even read it in its entirety, only excerpts (though that last, perhaps, is true of everyone, since it's not really a narrative that you read from front to back, but you know what I mean, I haven't given it that fair shake that I probably should before deciding that I hate it, but hate it I do).
So, anyway, what better way to work through the thing than to type furiously something that later I will disagree with even though I wrote it myself? None.
Point the first: this seems like a profoundly conservative project. I think this hit home for me when, having started Robbe-Grillet, I thought, okay, I'll give Schmidt another chance and see what he has to say about the nouveau roman. Answer: nothing. Not about the movement and its theories, and not about a single one of its practitioners. NOTHING. NO. THING.
Apparently he is not engaging with historical developments, movements, the standard history of what happens to the novel, schools of thought, whatever. It's essentially a long list of books he's read, which he categorizes as he sees fit without reference to history or the history of categorization, and basically in terms of what he likes, which is not that inventive, on the whole. I'm not articulating this right, but I guess it's the worst of the old-fashioned tour of the canon (which, don't get me wrong, has significant merits) without any of the good parts. Where is the organization? The history? The grand récit? I was educated in these books, but in a much more coherent fashion. If we're going to do this the old-fashioned way, let's not discard exactly the parts that are worthwhile from that approach, no?
Point the second: book selection. I can't help thinking that despite claims to the novel in every period, transhistorical, across languages, across time, the selection is actually secretly this: these are the books that my colleagues and I teach in English departments. Sure, a lot of them aren't English language works, but the choice of books from outside this language tradition is determined solely by what makes it onto department syllabi for courses taught by professors of a certain age. His selections from among older works is particularly frustrating. I mean, if you want people to hate older works from the English tradition, you just couldn't do worse, and if you want to say the novel transcends history and is some kind of ontological....thing....then you need to look at something before the 15th century and from outside of Europe. England. Whatever, it's fucking weird and, though it will sound strange to say this about a person who has read so many fucking novels, also sort of lazy.
I guess I'm saying that, as a person who specialized in an early period of european literature, I would like Michael Schmidt to get the fuck off my early english lawn. Also, I have no idea what his selection criteria are, despite having asked him and gotten a garbled response, and the best hypothesis I can come up with is that for him, it's prose. Which is, if true, in and of itself a profound misunderstanding of early european lit. So, uh, the rant is ongoing. I may regret the tone of this later.
And point the third: he says he's not making an argument, but he IS making an argument, or several arguments, albeit implicit ones, and the selection, and the themes, and the loose associations, plus the use of the word novel for books that patently are NOT novels in any responsible HISTORICAL account IS AN ARGUMENT. It's just not openly an argument. He won't admit to his argument. Plus, and this is maybe the meanest I will get in this screed, the reason he won't admit to his argument is that if he did he might have to clean it up. There's nothing like having to actually articulate your points in writing to force you to know what they, like, are. But say you're just not having one, an argument, and suddenly you can fill pages with random thoughts and associations, and trivia and gossip and things that writers said about other writers and you never need any overarching anything, much less to justify your choices and associations, and connections. Which ok, for him, it's fun I guess, but why should I buy and read his cake and eat it too, and why should I have to watch the daily cult of worship that constantly refers back to the book, well SCHMIDT says, like we should listen to him above any other person with any other opinion about the book....why? He's not the boss of us, and lots of people are widely read and well informed and articulate, and if he wants us to go with him over others he needs....well dammit he needs a fucking argument.
There. Bile is spewed. Everyone will now hate me for being a negative nancy and spoiling, once again, their fun. But I feel better.