According to Nigel Beale:
Novels that emphasize character seem. . .closer to life, more natural. . . .
So, which characters are truest to life? Those we know best: those who we can most completely relate to, regardless of how fantastical. . .The essential question to ask: is this fictitious entity relevant to me and my life? Does she encounter or answer important questions that I may have about my life? Am I affected by his situation? In short, is there something of this character alive in me? This surely is the measure of ‘lifeness’ and indeed great fiction: the amount of blood the reader and character share. How relevant the thoughts and actions of one are to the other. How applicable fictional situations are to real life ones.
It's hard to imagine a more narcissistic view of the role of fiction--almost literally, it should reflect my own face back to me--and I really have to wonder whether Nigel intends this to be taken altogether seriously. I suppose he might be making a point that in order to enter a fictional world, readers need to be able to envision themselves in that world through a character with whom they can at least minimally identify, but otherwise this is about as reductive an account of the appeal of fiction as I've come across.
Of course, the biggest problem with it is in its underlying assumption that "Novels that emphasize character seem. . .closer to life, more natural." Presuming that "more natural" novels are from Nigel's point of view superior novels (a pretty safe conclusion, I think), one can argue with this assertion in at least two ways . Is it true that character-centered novels are "closer to life"? Is it necessary for novels to be "close to life," in the sense that "fictional situations" be "applicable" to "real life ones"? Nigel opines that novels such as The Brothers Karamazov and The Red and the Black are closer to his life, but why couldn't fiction that emphasizes setting or incident be just as "close to life," especially if "realism" is the preferred goal? (And I'm not so sure either of these two novels actually are character-centered: Karamazov seems to me an excuse for abstract philosophical debate rather than an attempt to create plausible characters, and The Red and the Black is at least as much plot-focused picaresque as a portrait of its ultimately rather two-dimensional protagonist.) Are characters more real than places or activities?
Certainly the origins of the novel do not lie in "situations" that are rendered as closely as possible to those of "real life." Precursors to the novel such as Gulliver's Travels or Gargantua and Pantagruel are plot-heavy phantasmagorias, anything but explorations of character, while most of the earliest actual novels, Don Quixote, Robinson Crusoe, Tom Jones, are either explicitly picaresque narratives whose characters never develop beyond their roles in the plots or tales in which what happens is clearly the focal point, not characters "relevant to me and my life." Those readers like Nigel, who recoil from novels "which impose artificial form on formless real life experience," even when such form is simply "plot," have formed a relationship with fiction rooted in late-nineteenth century realism, later developed into "pyschological realism," that might arguably be called character-centered, but such readers assume this sort of fiction essentially brought literary history to a halt and that other kinds of fiction, less dependent on "lifeness" so very narrowly conceived, are simply marginal, trivial, empty flourishes easily ignored. Only character-driven realism is "natural."
This attitude strikes me as ultimately rather contemptuous of "the novel" as a form of literary art, as anything other than an opportunity to project one's own psychological preoccupations onto fictional characters. The order that form imposes is, after all, an aesthetic order without which a work of fiction really has no reason for being. Unless one can turn novels into some sort of religious meditation or "spiritual" quest, which is about all I can make out of the attempt to force fiction to "answer important questions that I may have about my life" and of language like "amount of blood the reader and character share." When the stakes are raised this grandly, "art" can't be anything but a nuisance.
>>feminism feminism feminism racism racism racism racist Republicans and their racism and voila -- tenure!
Didn't work for me. Of course, I was arguing the upside.
Posted by: Chris | November 19, 2008 at 10:14 AM
The great thing about critiquing conventional literature (or, really, any form of alternative literature with whose conventions you have been overly exposed) is that it is easy. You have already mapped out a course for approaching this kind of literature; you have a ready-made lens at your disposal; all you have to do is apply it.
(In my opinion), this is why feminist, anti-racist, and Marxist critiques are so popular in academia with people who participate in almost no political activism outside of class. It makes their work super-super easy, b/c all they have to do is say feminism feminism feminism racism racism racism racist Republicans and their racism and voila -- tenure!
Posted by: Luz Maria | November 19, 2008 at 03:51 AM
DG — I was just clarifying.
Posted by: Daniel | November 18, 2008 at 12:30 PM
I've always found this perspective of literature peculiar and similar to readers discarding books because they couldn't identify with the character. One of my favorite authors is Nelson Algren and his gritty characters seldom have much to identify with, hell, they're usually not even likable.
Posted by: Adventures in Reading | November 18, 2008 at 12:28 PM
By what primary means is "character" developed in fiction? How does either the process of developing character or the raw materials used to do so differ from the process and raw materials used in the composition of other aspects of fiction? If we can agree that "character" derives from the same compositional methods and materials as other aspects of fiction, can we perhaps agree that the element of fiction Nigel most enjoys is a particularly skillfully executed illusion -- the creation of a voice -- rather than some essential (for who's to say?) limning of human et cetera? Unless he's just an Ann Tyler fan, or something.
Posted by: Chris | November 18, 2008 at 11:30 AM
I'm inclined to agree with Luther, though I wouldn't say the work changes the reader, as though a book had the power of agency. Rather, the reader changes in order to be able to read it. I've experienced this most clearly learning to read certain poets whose work at first were a puzzle to me: long ago when I first read Stevens, and later, Ashbery--poets who became most important to me. In contrast, I was bowled over the first time I read Sharon Olds but quickly grew tired of her poetry.
Posted by: Jacob Russell | November 18, 2008 at 08:42 AM
I think Nigel has a perfect right to describe the imaginational limits that keep reading safe/comfortable/ Nigel Beale-affirming for him. Where he goes terribly astray (and this is where people often do) is in trying to make a universal of the description (as though every reader's personality type/imagination/ IQ is interchangeable)... the urge to do so is an unmistakable symptom of narcissism: Nigel can't seem to conceive of a case in which a reader might enjoy a broader range of readerly attributes. Well, that's the normative impulse of the conservative for you. Nigel, are you a conservative? You aren't a Bush defender, are you? Just kidding.
Posted by: Steven Augustine | November 18, 2008 at 02:40 AM
Luther Blissett nails it. To ask that a writer create "characters I can relate to" is to assume that what I don't already know doesn't matter. What I already know bores me.
Posted by: LML | November 18, 2008 at 12:47 AM
I disagree with both Daniel and Nigel.
Great literature is always written not for "me" but for "The Little Man at Chehaw Station." It creates an imaginary space and asks readers to become someone different to enter that space.
Art transforms us into someone else. To get -- understand, enjoy -- a work art is to become other than what we are, if only for the duration of the experience.
A great artist asks for an imagined audience; a great reader can become that imagined audience.
Both Daniel and Nigel seem to assume that some stable reader engages a work of art, and that for whatever reason, the work of art meets the standards or desires of the reader. These days, I ask myself instead, "What am I become that this work is effective?"
Posted by: Luther Blissett | November 17, 2008 at 11:17 PM
Dan,
"It's hard to imagine a more narcissistic view of the role of fiction"
Take out pedagogical and political agendas, and I think you'll find that reading is a pretty personal enterprise. I read for my own entertainment and enlightenment…not for any narcissistic reflection: the point I make is that in order for a novel to best attract and hold our interest - a primary objective I'd say -- it must address or answer questions the reader deems important. The most effective method of doing this is through character. The development of a person who the reader can care about; who encounters situations and other people that the reader can, as you say, identify with. Without this engagement, nothing else works. This holds true of all the novels you mention.
"The order that form imposes is, after all, an aesthetic order without which a work of fiction really has no reason for being"
I don't deny the importance of form, plot or style; ideally, they are all present. I'm simply saying that, in my opinion, connection is essential, and that this is best achieved through character. I don't force fiction to do anything, other than entertain and inform me...and an 'important' question may, at any given time, range from something as silly as 'How do hamsters copulate,' to something as serious as Why do Humans fight...
Posted by: Nigel Beale | November 17, 2008 at 07:31 PM
Daniel: It anchors the experience of art in the aesthetic philosophy of John Dewey, as I've explained numerous times on this blog. If this is what you mean by "19th century didactic psychology," then. . .I guess so.
Posted by: Dan Green | November 17, 2008 at 03:55 PM
Postscript: When I say "World" above, I mean the fictional one, not the so-called 'real' one.
Posted by: Edmond Caldwell | November 17, 2008 at 03:42 PM
I read novels for the interplay of two things that I’ll call Writing and World. Every novel proposes a world, and proposes it through writing. There’s a kind of double-vision to reading novels which involves shuttling between the world and the writing, the signified and the signifier. What I’m most interested in is the shuttle itself, the relation between those two things, Writing and World – in other words, in the proposal itself. I can get writing elsewhere (poetry, blogs, cereal boxes) and I can get world elsewhere (society, cinema) but novels I think of as the unique site of their proposed cohabitation (and like any cohabitation as full of tension and fracture as cooperation). Novels might offer themselves to be read with one or the other aspect highlighted (Jane Eyre, say, puts World forward, Pale Fire advances Writing), but one often runs away with the other, and even as I feel free to appropriate them as I choose I’m also aware of the way that the novels I’m reading are simultaneously writing me.
“Character” is an element of World, but it is also an element of Writing (insofar as novels propose Worlds through Writing, they also often propose characters). But to read primarily for character or depictions of consciousness is what Brecht would have called “culinary”; I think it’s a way to halt or freeze the Writing/World shuttle on one side, it’s a kind of crippling of what novels can offer.
Posted by: Edmond Caldwell | November 17, 2008 at 02:02 PM
"This attitude strikes me as ultimately rather contemptuous of 'the novel' as a form of literary art, as anything other than an opportunity to project one's own psychological preoccupations onto fictional characters."
I would add simply that this view reduces the artist to a mere craftsman, whose job is to produce objects that satisfy a particular audience. A work of art does not exist in order to please anyone other than the artist. In other words, it exists because the artist wants it to, that is all. I happen to like Moby Dick, but to say that it was written for me or even a reader like me is more than a little vain. Readers who look for themselves in a work of literature only want to take credit for a writer's genius. I find it hard to imagine that you can detect what is original and unique about a given artistic mind if you're too busy looking for how a work mirrors your own experiences.
Posted by: J. | November 17, 2008 at 12:28 PM
Well, the study of "pure" or "theoretical" math is intended to un-bias our "common sense," but still also to give us a greater understanding of the universe – it is never entirely disconnected from application or insight into physical realities, no matter how abstract it might seem to be.
Your answer is perfectly reasonable: that art "allows us to cultivate our capacity for more widely and deeply perceived experiences." It is not the same as saying "art for art's sake" though, and it must be realized that it also anchors art in a sort of 19th century didactic psychology.
Posted by: Daniel | November 17, 2008 at 11:57 AM
I truly don't understand the all-too-common dismissal of "art for the sake of itself. Do we dismiss, say, mathematics for being too much about itself? If art allows us to cultivate our capacity for more widely and deeply perceived experiences, which is what I think art does do, then we need all the art for the sake of itself we can get.
Posted by: Dan Green | November 17, 2008 at 10:30 AM
I think that Nigel's analysis, although it may not be flattering, isn't entirely unfounded. We may not like the fact that art's reception is solipsistic, but that doesn't make the assertion less true. Adam Kirsh has an article in Poetry this month about the way poetry is, to a certain degree, an attempt to gain recognition in a world where recognition is limited. I'm not sure that Nigel's analysis is altogether accurate – it is probably too simplistic – but this certainly isn't the first time I've heard the view argued: it's based in a certain psychology of response and recognition. I don't think it has much to say about the quality of art as much as it does about enjoyment and taste (not to say these aspects are unrelated).
But to what end, art? The here answer seems to be "art for the sake of itself". If so, this purpose seems like no less navel-gazing than what Nigel argues here, only a more incomplete attempt to understand the relationship between mind and literature.
Posted by: Daniel | November 17, 2008 at 10:13 AM