By Tim Parks
THE NEW YORK REVIEW OF BOOKS - November 11, 2014
Hasn’t it all been done before? Perhaps better than anyone today
could ever do it? If so, why read contemporary novels, especially when
so many of the classics are available at knockdown prices and for the
most part absolutely free as e-books? I just downloaded for free the
original Italian of Ippolito Nievo’s Confessions of an Italian.
It’s beautifully written. I’m learning a lot about eighteenth- and
nineteenth-century Italy. It’s 860 pages long. A few more finds like
that and my reading time will all be accounted for. Why go search out
the difficult contemporary author?
As a reviewer of books she would often pan, Virginia Woolf
thought one of the pleasures of reading contemporary novels was that
they forced you to exercise your judgement. There was no received
opinion about a book. You had to decide for yourself whether it was
good. The reflection immediately poses an intriguing semantic puzzle;
if, on reading a book, you enjoy it, then presumably it is good, at
least as far as you are concerned. This is not something you have to
“decide.” If you have to decide whether a book is good, does that mean
you don’t know whether you enjoyed it or not, an odd state of affairs,
or you don’t know whether your enjoyment or lack of enjoyment is an
appropriate response?
READ MORE.....
No comments:
Post a Comment