Mullan begins: "I once met F.R. Leavis – or almost." Well, on several occasions I have met John Mullan socially - or almost. 'Bumptious' would be a polite word for him. I also know others who have met him some of whom literally shudder at the mention of his name - and, many years after that acquaintance, still have to change channels whenever he appears on television. I also have a fabulously indiscreet friend who tells a hilarious story of having dinner with John and his wife (an old Cambridge chum), but it's not for the list. One of the last times I saw John he was calling at the house of a mutual friend while I was there, and when he entered he began barking out phrases in German for no justifiable reason whatsoever. Why write all this? Though afaik John is not a genius, there are many ways this bears on genius. One is that John writes concisely and generally well about literature but you would hardly glean his pointless point-scoring and condescending personality from his prose. This points up the sometimes massive gap between person and work - sometimes the work, far from being a straightforward expression of personality, is almost a testament to the deficiencies of the person, a kind of effort to overcome defects of character. [E.g. Beethoven and Wagner - Wagner never had true love but his work was an artistic way to compensate for this lack.] John aside, we should avoid a romantic conception of 'genius'. Even those who might appear to best fit this mantle can hardly be properly understood this way or in terms of 'personality'. If we look at Beethoven, whose personality is reflected in his music but who seeks to overcome his personal defects in his music rather than merely express them, it is not the genius of the personality that makes his music great but the genuis of the musician-composer: if Beethoven had the same genius as a musician-composer he may well have produced equally great work even if he had a very different personality and even if that very different personality were expressed in his work and central to its expression - whereas someone with Beethoven's personality but lacking his musical genius would never have produced such great work even if that same personality were expressed in the work and central to its expression . The romantic conception of the artist as 'genius', of which Beethoven may be the progenitor and apotheosis, tends to obscure all this. In Popper's terms, it is grasp of World 3 that is central and not personality and other things that often are taken as signs of genius. There was a magazine article recently on Lennon-McCartney that speculated on what it was that marked their genius as songwriters as opposed to most other contemporaries (why did only The Beatles transcend the British Invasion Beat Boom of which they were initially a part?)- everything was canvassed from losing their mothers at a tender age to being born with the Scouse wit (explanations that fail to explain why others who lost their mothers when young, or blessed with Scouse wit, showed the same creative genius). The most important factor here - World 3 - was left unmentioned. Lennon-McCartney had a deeper and wider grasp of the "World 3" of music than their lesser contemporaries and it is this that lies at the heart of explaining their creativity. The same is true of Dylan. The same is true of Beethoven. The same is true of Bach. The same is true of Einstein. The serious point is that the romantic conception of 'genius' gives undue emphasis to personality and psychology and tends to overlook what is absolutely central to their creativity - that their talent was locked deeply and widely into a 'World 3'. When you want a clue to their creativity you will find it less in reflection on personality and the like than in the fact Dylan was a young man who would virtually lock himself away with the Harry Smith Anthology or Johnson's King of the Delta Blues Singers with an obsessive fascination to mine their depths and that Bach would walk for several days just to hear Buxtehude. The reason Mozart could recite another's composition from memory after one hearing [as reported] wasn't because he had a photographic or brilliant memory but because he had a genius-level appreciation of the World 3 of music and so could 'locate' a whole composition in World 3 terms [and hence 'recall' it given that knowledge] in the way we might locate a 'word' missing from a sentence because we grasp the World 3 content of the sentence. Donal ________________________________ From: Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> To: Lit-Ideas <Lit-Ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> Sent: Friday, 6 September 2013, 18:30 Subject: [lit-ideas] F. R. Leavis on Genius, etc http://www.lrb.co.uk/v35/n17/john-mullan/as-if-life-depended-on-it The above is a review by John Mullen of three books on F. R Leavis. Leavis is not presented as addressing “genius” per se, but it is implicit and even mentioned once. Leavis does not admire Dickens, but he does admire Hard Times: “Dickens does not merit a chapter in The Great Tradition, but Hard Times, on its own, does. ‘If I am right,’ Leavis writes, ‘of all Dickens’s works it is the one that has all the strength of his genius, together with a strength no other of them can show – that of a completely serious work of art.’. . .” One can therefore read this article, or the books it reviews, and take Leavis’ “great tradition” as an indication of who he believed were the geniuses of English literature – or moving to the idea (which Leavis would probably approve) that there are no geniuses only works that embody genius by talented writers. Leavis like Britain is considered by some to be irrelevant: “Ellis begins his memoir by accepting that, for those now teaching English in schools or universities, ‘Leavis is an irrelevance.’ He certainly seemed an irrelevance to us as students in the late 1970s. We were about to be plunged into the giddy world of structuralism and deconstruction. If any of us had been recommended Leavis by an earnest English teacher, his authority would soon have been relinquished for Barthes and Derrida and Foucault. Some of the convictions that sustained him now seem odd relics. Hilliard details the mythologisation in Scrutiny of a lost world where labourers were creative artisans rather than alienated wage slaves. In particular Leavis recommended George Sturt’s 1923 study, The Wheelwright’s Shop, a paean to the fulfilment supposedly once found by the skilled worker in an organic community. Leavis mentions it again in ‘Luddites?’ as evidence of a relation between ‘cultural values’ and ‘economic fact’ that is ‘finally gone’. “Yet that supposed ‘irrelevance’ is only apparent. All these books manage to suggest that Leavis reshaped ideas about the value of reading so completely that we do not notice it. He taught that every encounter with the greatest literature is completely fresh and demanding. In his early book How to Teach Reading he scorned ‘discussing literature in terms of Hamlet’s and Lamb’s personalities, Milton’s universe, Johnson’s conversation, Wordsworth’s philosophy, and Othello’s or Shelley’s private life’. We don’t have to reject all these topics to understand the value of clearing them away. Leavis bequeathed a confidence in the essential value of any intelligent reader’s intense engagement with the best literature. There is not exactly a Leavisite method to follow. As Collini rightly says, reading Leavis’s criticism one often gets the disconcerting sense that ‘the work of discrimination’ has already been done and that ‘the reader is merely being issued with a reminder of what was “plainly” the case.’ He is little interested in William Empson’s brand of close reading with its minute verbal explication. His critical writing often deploys extended quotation as if the best writing proves itself. But he had a virtue that would be rare among leading academic critics of a later generation: he found all that was valuable within the literary work rather than taking pride in his own critical ingenuity (in this respect at least, Byatt’s caricature seems wrong). Leavis taught his students that great literature is a test of the reader, endlessly renewable, and in this he seems both influential still and right.” Thus, if we are sufficiently interested in the nature of genius as exemplified by British novelists and poets we would read Leavis to find out who he considers to be the great authors in the “Great Tradition.” Leavis would say that if we read a great novel and don’t appreciate it then we are falling short of appreciating its genius probably because we ourselves fall far short of genius and are incapable of grasping what the author achieves. That would be an intimidating conclusion if all those who developed lists of works in the Great Tradition agreed with each other. Lawrence