The Great Tradition

I mean, it's bloody absurd from start to finish, but Leavis' great passion should be how we all feel about literature. Strong opinions aren't bad, no matter what some would have us believe in the modern era, and we can at least walk away with that moral. And perhaps a willingness to reread Hard Times in case Leavis was right all along...?

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Back in my Cambridge undergraduate days, we Natural Scientists had a joke about the guy studying English who did not want to look out of the window in the morning, because then he would have had nothing to do in the afternoon. But as I have got more interested in sf criticism, I have felt that maybe I did miss something by not sampling what was on offer in terms of literature studies in the department which was still resting on its laurels from the glory days of Leavis (or rather the Leavises). So I picked up this volume to get a sense of what, if anything, I have been missing.

Well, it's as I expected in one way: Leavis is very judgmental and allows little room for argument. The first show more half-sentence affirms that "[t]he great English novelists are Jane Austen, George Eliot, Henry James and Joseph Conrad", and the rest of the book is an elaboration of the greatness of the latter three (Jane Austen having received a separate book of her own). Not having read much of the authors in question, let alone of those who Leavis dismisses as less than great, I can only really react by assessing whether or not Leavis gives me a fresh understanding of those books that I have in fact read, and also by taking his recommendations of books I haven't read as potential future reading.

Leavis does not really satisfy me on the first count. His concept of "greatness" is nowhere clearly enough defined for me to feel whether or not I agree with it, let alone whether or not it's a useful criterion for assessing the quality of a novel. We all know that there are good books and bad books, and most of us will agree that, say, Pride and Prejudice is good, Jonathan Livingston Seagull is bad, and American Gods is good but flawed. Not everyone will do so: there are plenty of people who find Austen's prose impenetrable, Bach deep and meaningful, or Gaiman either indigestible or worthy of uncritical admiration. It is sometimes nice to imagine that there are vaguely objective criteria out there which one can appeal to, and I had sort of hoped that Leavis would fairly clearly signpost what those criteria might be. But he doesn't.

However, if I take Leavis' analysis as an expression of taste, his taste is sufficiently close to mine (we diverge on Wuthering Heights, where I know that I am in the minority who find the book pretty unappealing, but are agreed on Middlemarch and Heart of Darkness) that I did find his recommendations of other novels worth reading, including several by writers outside his chosen few, very interesting. show less

The criticism of F.R. Leavis has always been notable for its uncompromising association of literature and morality. That association in large part explains his reasons for placing five novelists - five only - within the great tradition of English fiction - Jane Austen, George Eliot, Henry James, Joseph Conrad, and D.H. Lawrence. Here, after an introductory essay on "the great tradition" as a whole, he deals with Eliot, James and Conrad, and in an appendix, with "Hard Times", which he considers the one work of Dickens's that has the strength of "a completely serious work of art".