December 7

Dangerous Books?

Here's an interesting piece by Simcha Fisher, Dangerous Books for Teenage Girls. She's talking about books that are not bad in themselves, but may feed unhealthy tendencies in the mind of a teenage girl. Interestingly, she names Walker Percy's novels as an example from her own youth. I can see the point: Dr. Thomas More's lusts, for instance, are very significant as theological ideas, but they are certainly treated pretty lightly morally, and a naive reader can get the wrong idea.

Anyway, this started me to thinking about books that were similarly dangerous to me. One that comes to mind is--no surprise here, I expect--The Catcher in the Rye. I think it was considered a somewhat immoral book at the time. If nothing else, its extensive profanity made it unacceptable in the eyes of many parents and educators. But there wasn't much harm for me in that--all my friends cussed like sailors, and so did I. The harm lay in its encouragement of my already-present alienation, self-absorption, and self-pity. Worse, it suggested that the reason I was so unhappy was that I was better than everyone else, perhaps even that my unhappiness was itself a sign of superiority. Not a good message for a 15-year-old.

I don't know that all the science fiction I read in my teens did me much good, as it  mostly assumed a more or less atheistic and materialistic philosophy, sometimes explicitly. Arthur C. Clarke's short story "The Star" definitely disturbed my imagination; I think I half-believed it might really have happened (there's a synopsis here). On the other hand, sci-fi fed my sense of wonder and my love of the mysterious, so it was certainly not all bad.

Although I was barely still a teenager when I read it, as I was in at least my second year of college, Blake's Marriage of Heaven and Hell was very definitely an unhealthy influence. With this, though, I may be getting out of the category of good books which may have bad effects and into books which are simply bad. "Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained"--what a nasty bit of poison that is for an adolescent male.

Among the worst of all was not a book but a movie, Zorba the Greek. It was very popular among artsy-bohemian people when I was in college: "a celebration of life" and all that. I saw it two or three times. There is a scene where the earthy vital spontaneous life-affirming Zorba tells the more timid city fellow that (quoting from memory) "God is merciful and forgives many things. But there is one thing he does not forgive. And that is if a woman calls a man to her bed, and he does not go" (emphasis as I recall it from the movie). I might have been just as well off to stick a needle full of heroin into my arm as to have those words embedded in my consciousness, which is what happened. It's not so much that I did or didn't follow this counsel (sorry, no confessions forthcoming) as that it gave me an entirely wrong idea of what a man ought to be, what I ought to be, what sex ought to be--as if sex wasn't already a big enough problem. It's bad enough to fail in following one's ideals, but you're really in trouble when the ideals themselves are wrong. 

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Funny you mention Blake; I read him at 14 and it did me no good...

Apart from the Songs of Innocence and Experience, I sometimes wonder if there's any benefit in anyone at all reading Blake. All that loony mythology and bad philosophy.

Blake? Really? Perhaps Chesterton on Blake will interest you:
http://query.nytimes.com/mem/archive-free/pdf?res=F20D12FF3B5517738DDDA00894DC405B818DF1D3

An interesting review from the New York Times over 100 years ago!

I'd forgotten Chesterton had written a book on Blake. That might be interesting, and a way to see what there is in Blake. I have this huge book (collected works?) of Blake which I've had since college and every time I ventured much past the usual anthology stuff felt like it was just ravings. Been a long time since I tried it, though. I do like his visual art, to the small extent that I know it.

Good, thoughtful post as always. But I want to thank you for a good laugh too: "no confessions".

Northrup Frye's Fearful Symmetry is also a must read on Blake. Harold Bloom said this about about the book:
" I purchased and read Fearful Symmetry a week or two after it had come out and reached the bookstore in Ithaca, New York. It ravished my heart away. I thought it was the best book I ever read about anything. I must have read it a hundred times between 1947 and 1950, probably intuitively memorized it, and will never escape the effect of it. I wouldn't want to go and read it now, because I am sure I would disagree with all of it - but it doesn't matter, agreeing or disagreeing. ...Now that I am mature, and willing to face my indebtedness, Northrop Frye does seem to me - for all my complaints about his idealization and his authentic Platonism and his authentic Christianity - a kind of Miltonic figure."

Well, that's most interesting! I had no idea Frye was Christian. I think I was about halfway through Anatomy of Criticism when my literary career came to a sudden halt, and I've never been back to it. Maybe when/if I retire I'll be able to return to books like this, and give Blake another try.

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