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Thinking Tragically, & Accurately

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If personal anecdote is poor evidence of a more universal truth, then fictional anecdote is even worse, and the foundation of a great novel deserves better. So I propose that there is a place for direct, sustained, quantitive analysis/argument in literary fiction. The main characters and their immediate story need not, and absolutely should not, be touched by this, but the establishment of setting is also important, and this ought to be done, well, with direct, sustained, quantitive analysis/argument.

The usual novelist way of social commentary is to explain the larger with the example of the smaller. Whether it is Stendhal’s stories set among the upper-crust in early nineteenth-century France, or Franzen’s depictions of the urban gentry of our day; whether it is Jane Austen’s stories of late eighteenth-century aristocrats finding love (and/or marriage and/or financial security), or Adelle Waldman’s of today’s youngish literary types attempting the same in Brooklyn, this is just how it is done.

And of course, it is what is expected—one of the chief functions of book reviews is the determination of if the characters and/or their experiences are “accurate,” accurate as hipsters, or small-town middle-Americans, or Dominican immigrants. Specific (conveniently fictional) characters and actions are put forward as representative types.

Direct commentary may be sprinkled in, but sound-bite style, very much in the manner of the cable-news/talk-radio discourse that the literary world holds in such low regard. Indeed, though not necessarily political in the narrow sense, this sort of author is merely preaching to his own ditto-heads. What logical reason is there for the reader to be converted into believing that x equals y, if the author’s only proofs are the actions of fictional characters?

Instead, serious literature should understand its limitations, and either merge itself with science (I use the term broadly so as to include history, social science data, philosophy etc.) or it should give up on social analysis (a narrow commentary of likes and dislikes should of course remain open to the non-scientific author). If the author claims that real world x is y, especially if his fictional story is predicated upon real world x being y, then some lasting interlude(s), whether in the form of a dialogue, a straight narration, or some more inventive device, should be given over to direct, sustained, quantified analysis/argument demonstrating the reality of y. The more novel and complex the argument, the more pages of explanation required.

Of course, the idea that the actions and natures of fictional characters can not be legitimate social commentary has ramifications for the central story too. If the author has provided a sufficient scientific basis for his social setting, that does not mean he should then simply proceed to tell his central story in accordance with his findings. If the author has already explained, quantitatively, that x is often y, and therefore produces z, to then depict a fictional x being y, and producing z, does not tell us anything new. So the role of the central story ought to be more precisely defined. Aside from subjective abstractions like beauty, sorrow, decadence, etc., the central story can not represent anything larger than itself, nor can it make any argument except an implicit one that it itself is beautiful or interesting or in some other way worthy of attention. In a social commentary novel, the hero’s actions are in response to his (our) society, but these actions are entirely his own, worthy of attention not on the basis of how well they explain, or conform to, an existing type, but in their own right.

With the unveiling of such a grand new word, there are bound to be some caveats; here are a few:

  • None of the above applies to children’s stories that express simple moral or life lessons. Aesop’s Fables do not need to be scientifically quantified. Serious fiction though, should not just be complicated children’s literature; it should be different in kind, not just in degree.
  • There are borderline cases, such as Fight Club and Season of Migration to the North, my two favorite twentieth-century novels. I say they are borderline because, while they do not quite offer what I consider to be the ideal depth of analysis in establishing their social settings, it is probably enough because their societal observations are so obvious and simple (and remember, I’m not including any character’s characteristics or actions as societal observation).
  • Of course, I allow that the characters may express social/political opinions within the main story, but the purpose of this should be to explain the characters themselves.
  • Likewise, the hero may still be of an existing type, but this must not be the rationale for his actions, and it definitely can not be the reason for our interest in him. Minor characters however, might be presented as pure examples, especially if they are no more than background, but only for the fun of it.
  • The truth of the human heart is a serious matter of investigation in its own right, and in no way do I mean to imply otherwise.

Some will protest that the novelist is not a cultural historian or a social scientist, that his job is only to give eloquent expression to his impression of the situation, leaving to those others the task of assessing the accuracy of his work. But that is just it; literature is different from cultural history and social science, and in an increasingly data-driven world, literary fiction risks a crisis of legitimacy. My response to the crisis is what I have outlined above: literature should admit, without any reservation, that it is entirely separate from the science of social analysis, from all social analysis, and then, if it earnestly abides by this separateness, the two can again be put back together.

Ryan Andrews is the author of The Birth of Prudence, which was published earlier this year by Vdare.


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  1. Gerard
    Posted November 21, 2014 at 7:12 am | Permalink

    ‘So I propose that there is a place for direct, sustained, quantitive analysis/argument in literary fiction. The main characters and their immediate story need not, and absolutely should not, be touched by this, but the establishment of setting is also important, and this ought to be done, well, with direct, sustained, quantitive analysis/argument.’

    People read novels to be entertained, not lectured. The trick with analysis and argumentation, as with exposition, is to disguise it through the use of humour, conflict, misunderstanding, anything you like so long as it causes your protagonist difficulty in getting what he wants. It must be included within the story, not shovelled in between chapters, and your main characters absolutely should be touched by it. If your story is any good the reader will skip your ‘direct, sustained, quantitive analysis/argument’ – phew, I’m staring out the classroom window already – and turn pages to find out what’s going on with the characters.

    Anyway, that’s my two pen’orth.

    • JJJ
      Posted November 21, 2014 at 3:40 pm | Permalink

      I disagree. People who read novels to solely be entertained often do not read great novels. Analysis should preferably be done subtly (because as an art form, aesthetic should not be interrupted), but lengthy analytic passages, if done correctly, can greatly bolster the meaning of a novel and allows the author more freedom in his choice of subject because it allows more realization of his intent through clarifying possible obscure meanings of his aesthetic or story.

      I do not read many novels, but an example of the value of “lectures” adding depth to a novel is Mishima’s works- without some of his lengthy passages, the historical value of the symbolism he employs would be missing. If the author has something concrete to say, he should not hold back the impact of his art because analyzing context isn’t “entertaining.”

      I say, if analysis bolsters aesthetic, plot, and allows realization of the author’s concrete intent, then it can only be beneficial.

    • The_Brahmin
      Posted November 22, 2014 at 9:19 am | Permalink

      You have said that people read novels to be entertained and not lectured. Fair enough. But then a lot can be said about anyone from what entertains him / her. It applies to any art form, not just novels. Does the alleged musician Kanye West’s ”music” entertain you? What about all the film art from Hollywood, say from someone like Spielberg? Now I find West and Spielberg boring and even vile.

      On the other hand, Herman Hesse’s novel Siddhartha is entertaining and uplifting. When you are done reading it, you find that somewhere with in you an emotional chord has been plucked. You will find yourself going back to the novel to re-read sections of it.

      Will those who are ‘entertained’ by K West find Hesse entertaining? I doubt it.

  2. terry
    Posted November 21, 2014 at 1:55 pm | Permalink

    I think most people would agree with Gerard, but Andrews makes a logical point.
    As for Stendahl, I don’t think he was trying to represent reality accurately at all. His characters and stories are pretty bizarre and outlandish.

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