Para/worlds: Entanglements of Art and HistoryThe essays in this book engage in a broad range of topics, stretching from Anacreon and Horace to Kafka and Samuel Beckett, and they concern themselves with the notion of Art and Life as "para-worlds," or fields of being that elucidate and complete each other, answer and imply each other, confront and contradict each other: in short, with the "entanglements of Art and History." Pearce finds centrally that there is at present a crisis in literary criticism. On the one hand, there is a bustling and exciting crop of competing critical schools, each with its special mind-set, each tending to regard itself as the final hierophantic mode. On the other, it seems clear that criticism has recently become a part of higher pathology diagnosing and (if possible) eradicating, as Giles Gunn says, "the disease called literature." The result is that scholars and critics have become more and more self-conscious and obsessive about the purpose and methods of their work. The critical approaches that Pearce himself has employed in these essays are those of no one school or dogma but are almost as varied as the texts themselves, ranging from essays in classical scholarship, through new critical close readings, to postmodernist semiotic analysis. But whether traditional or innovative in method, each of these essays aims in the first instance to be what Anatole France once said all true criticism should be: "the adventure of the soul among masterpieces." |
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... actually , from what the anonymous reviewer for Edinburgh Magazine , discussing the 1817 volume ( not altogether unsympathetically ) had pointed out . He had described Keats's poetical style and that of the school to which he " belonged ...
... actually pays not to develop beyond the age of , say , eight or nine years , when one does activities like stamp collecting , or in Teseman's case collects data on such a subject as " Domestic Industries of Brabant in the Middle Ages ...
... Actually , Marchbanks is rushing off to catch the night train to Lovborgtown . It would be foolish to invest much hope or faith in his " mission . " Shaw leaves us confused because he was sentimental about Bohemia . Joyce was more ...