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Evil Elves and Gary Snyder

The countdown continues--or maybe it's a count up? I mean, with a countdown you know when you reach zero hour. With a baby, you just keep counting. But everything's in position. So. Counting.


I'm into the final stages of the initial draft of the focus essay. And I should hope so. The fucker's way too long already (15,500 words. Are you kidding me?), but I'm still working on fleshing parts out (and that's a joke that will go in search of a punchline until the end of the post). I've been reading responses to Gary Snyder--also referred to as lord god king ecodude--and I've been amused at the way both of the commentators (in this case, the late Leonard Scigaj and the very lively Bernard Quetchenbach) have avoided Snyder's, um, excesses. Part of Snyder's overweening didacticism comes from his generation; a lot of older poets have this essayistic quality to their work that makes for dry going. But Snyder couples the essay quality with lengthy tales of ecological mismanagement. There's a dead whale poem that's a risible nadir--or at least I think it's about dead whales. Maybe just whales. Anyway. "Axe Handles" is nice. And given the man's reputation, I should be doing more bowing and scraping. But I'm not.

And now... These aren't very sustainable, I guess, but damn. Seasonal cards. For those who resist grasping after tiresome mysteries. And those who don't mind getting a little blood on their elfs. And lots of other cards that, as they say, you won't find at Hallmark. Sweet. 

A Day Without A Costume

I'd like to wish all my pagan friends Happy New Year!

But that's not really enough for a post, so I add this link to a piece by Jonathan Gottschall. He's one of the new breed of lit crit people who work the science side of things. It's a kind of criticism that I'm interested in, one which I see connected to ecocritical work, though I don't think that he would necessarily go there with me. And, as alert reader Kat has pointed out in other comments, please note that the piece is fairly one-sided. Indeed, with the number of straw men he sets up, it looks like an audition for the Scarecrow in a remake of The Wizard of Oz. And he seems awfully pleased with his conclusion, pleased in ways that scientists would not necessarily be when they reach conclusions. Worth a look, though, between noshings on individually wrapped candy bars.

Be sure to floss tonight. That's all I'm saying.  

The New Blog on the Block

But first, the pedagogy paper continues. I'm heartened by the (sometimes shocked) reports from writers about their own writing output during their semesters. Yeah, committee work and the other requirements of being a good member of an academic community can be draining, but if you accept that you don't--and never will--get an isolated garret to pursue your ego's whims, then you'll be fine. I'm told that it's like having kids. They seem like a distraction, but they also marvelously focus the mind and your time. My own distraction right now is having discovered Can It Really Be Taught?, a short book of essays on CW pedagogy (Ritter and Vanderslice, eds). The question is, how much of this do I need to fold into my own essay? I'm considering the sleight of hand that goes, "And this book of essays addresses the problem from a variety of useful perspectives, but covers too much ground to be considered in any detail here."


But that new blog... It's our newest baby at the magazine, and it's barely taking its first breaths: prairieschooner.typepad.com. And if you have design and/or post suggestions, send 'em my way.  

Those Who Teach, Teach

Which I guess you could read as "those who 'teach, teach'" if you wanted to be perverse. 


Today, I'm hoping for less interesting news. No economic roller coaster. No political death chants. Calm. 

Failing that, I'll be braving a lovely soaking rain to get to school. It will be a damp walk. But first, and by first I mean just about now, I'll be working a whole batch of new research into my paper on ecocomposition, place, and creative writing pedagogy. I've been rediscovering how much creative writing pedagogy depends on Romantic notions of inspiration and the singular genius. And it's amazing to me how much "inspiration" and "genius" correspond to race and class privilege. 

Beyond those categories, which, I recognize, are huge, most pedagogy boils down to craft and drill with little hope that any of the students will succeed as writers. Of course, that last is true, though it may be self-fulfilling. But mostly, students will go on to pursue what they were going to pursue anyway. So, what's the role of the creative writing instructor? Let's just go ahead and kick "inspiration" and "genius" out as hopelessly vague. Where do we go? What are we doing? What are we trying to do? 

Of course, this runs against the writers who see every moment that takes them from "their work" as a kind of poison--or torture?--that must be avoided at all costs. All great writers, you will be assured, didn't teach. Except that they mostly did something else. And it turns out that a lot of them taught. This attitude gets particularly obnoxious when repeated to colleagues who are doing research and academic writing at a Research 1 school. Further, it ignores the possibility that you could do the work of your own class, and/or that you could learn something interesting from your students. But then, the attitude that you have "real work" to do elsewhere suggests that there's some kind of inflated ego that might preclude listening to others. 

Anyway, I'm interested in trying to get students to engage with place, understand their own situatedness, and see how the poems they write fit in place, and in the cultural places that poetry itself is situated. We'll see if it makes the cut.   

Crises

The--are we officially calling it a "meltdown" and not a "market crash"?--has begun to effect people we know and love. Our friends in Sydney have hit a rather sizable road bump, and I've begun to worry about my brother, though he bought a house after the bubble had burst.

Is it too soon to start talking about jobs programs? Because I think it'd be nice to, oh, I don't know, update our infrastructure? Maybe join the twentieth century before the twenty-first is done? And we could do a couple of quick little updates while we're about it (cough, passenger rail, cough).

No, wait, we've been fighting two wars for too many years now. I suppose we'll need to accomplish that mission first. I don't know about you, but I can't start thinking about these things for too long before my brain starts to overload the rest of me with information about all the other things that have to be placed under the SNAFU heading, and then I just start to feel like a grumpy middle-aged guy, and I'd rather not.

So, instead I'm trying to figure out how to talk about ecopoetics in a way that insists on process and practice and not topic. Can you have a feminist poem without women? It's a very similar question. In my own head, the practice is huge, expansive, inclusive, but I fear that other people hear "eco" and just shut down. As if the world, the universe, and everything in it is not enough.

Plan and Revise

The multiple rounds of planning for Wendelynne's arrival begin this week. Or, rather, continue. But they're getting ratcheted up by engagements with the institutional frameworks around the event. That is, we start taking baby classes. Birth. Lactation. Newborn care. And I need to add that we're keen to see who else has decided on taking classes and what their attitudes to classes will be. Plus, I'm interested to see how much paranoid consumerism will be thrown our way. I'll try to keep you posted.


One side effect of having a child is that the baby--and D's pregnancy--become the default conversation. D complains that her professional life has been excised. Nobody wants to talk to her about literacy theory, or even how her expertise might be informing her interest in a child. She has become a mommy. And she's more than a little suspicious of that.

In other professional news, the essay I did for PCA/ACA last year got taken into an anthology project, which was all well and good until that project has now found a publisher. So, I get to drop the rest of the comps to focus on an older essay... But the revisions will be good to do, and the project will help me think about other facets of my focus list portfolio. D reminds me that this will be an article in an anthology and that there's no way that that kind of publication suxxorz. Not that she talks like that, but this is an internet posting. So, back to "Writing the Place You Know." 

Composing

I'm spending the early mornings--yes, I have to turn on lights to kick the circadian rhythms into motion, and, yes, as the temperatures drop there are more bugs to stare at dumbly--working on my comps essays. Right now, I'm deep into the "how to apply ecocomposition to the creative writing workshop." First, most obvious point: you compose in a place. A variety of ecocomp folk are fascinated by maps, by context, by how the intensely local influences students, the classroom, the institutional approaches to curricula, and so on. Second, and maybe this should have been first, point: where you are changes how you experience who you are. And vice versa. But place, and self, are such givens that it's hard to get students to see it and, so, to write about it. It's like the joke with the baby fish chatting when the old fish swims up and asks how the water feels today and then swims off. The baby fish look at each other and ask, "What's water?"


So: how to get get poetry students to get out of their navels and into the world? Ah, and how to get them to see the ecology of the history of poetry and still strike out on their own? By that question I really mean to be asking this one: how can we rewrite the first and second points above in relation to culture? 

Cobwebs

I'd like to be posting more--and more substantial--things, but the real world is pressing more and more uncomfortably upon me. The next two weeks will see a ratcheting up of activity that makes me anxious for the cause of my comps, but there's nothing to be done. Teacher camp is next week. A series of meetings with new students, faculty, and related planning happens next week. And then my parents descend right as the semester begins. 


In all of this I was reading Dana Phillips and Glen Love, and I'm delighted by their engagement with science and literature. For a fun primer on the controversies and who says what about whom, you should go read up on the Sokal Hoax if you haven't already .

Also, judging by the lack of response to Wendy's name--and recognizing that there are only two readers out there (hello, Jenny!)--I'm going to announce that we're going with the "Wendelynne" spelling. We think it looks and sounds good. There are no pictures of that spelling, so you're seeing it first here.

But there are pictures of Cthulhu plushies. I'm ordering one for her tomorrow. And a stuffed Meeple. D can't be the only source of fun stuff. And maybe a D20 plushie, too. The girl's got to get her geek on. 

We're Being Watched

Lordy, the post-avant has found us. Which is sort of what Skinner's all about, but Josh Corey went to the Brussels conference and has these reactions. Interesting stuff. I hope they hang around. 


In other news, the Chronicle of Higher Ed published the following piece (we'll see how long it lasts) in their August 1, 2008 issue. It shows us that the evolutionary ecocrits are taking a hard line and might not be doing well because of it. And there's some wrong-headed stuff in there (I mean, trying to see if anyone believes in the death of the author? Please. Seems to be missing the point that we don't need an biography to read a piece, and this lack of historical awareness will condemn this critic to the dustbin faster than his supposed political enemies). Anyway, the cognitive stuff is interesting and well worth paying attention to. 

Snap into this slim jim quick!

 Darwin to the Rescue

A group of scholars thinks evolutionary science can reinvigorate

literary studies

By BRITT PETERSON

In the face of any looming apocalypse, imagined or not, prophets abound. For the literary academy, which has been imagining its own demise for almost as long as it has been around, prophets seem always to look to science, with its soothing specificity and concreteness. As the modern discipline of literary criticism was forming in the early 20th century, scholars concentrated their efforts on philology, a study that was thought to be more systematic than pure literary analysis. When the New Critics made their debut in the 1920s and 30s, their goal was to give a quasi-scientific rigor to literary theory: to lay out in detail the formal attributes of a "good poem" and provide guidance as to how exactly one discovered them. Later the Canadian critic Northrop Frye, in his 1957 Anatomy of Criticism, famously queried: "What if criticism is a science as well as an art?" And some of the poststructuralist thought that began to filter into America from France in the 1960s took as its bedrock linguistic and psychoanalytic theory.

But very few pro-science activists suggested that literary scholars should actually work the way scientists do, using such methods as accumulating data and forming and testing hypotheses. Even Frye argued that, while the critic should understand the natural sciences, "he need waste no time in emulating their methods. I understand there is a Ph.D. thesis somewhere which displays a list of Hardy's novels in the order of the percentages of gloom they contain, but one does not feel that that sort of procedure should be encouraged." Over the last decade or so, however, a cadre of literary scholars has begun to encourage exactly that sort of procedure, and recently they have become very loud about it. The most prominent (at least in the nonacademic media) are the Literary Darwinists, whose work emphasizes the discovery of the evolutionary patterns of behavior within literary texts — the Iliad in terms of dominance and aggression, or Jane Austen in terms of mating rituals — and sets itself firmly against 30 years of what they see as anti-scientific literary theories like poststructuralism and Marxism. In the past few years, such critics have had the honor of a long, if quizzical, New York Times Magazine profile and, in May, a place on the Boston Globe's Ideas page, where Jonathan A. Gottschall, a leading proponent of Literary Darwinism and an adjunct English professor at Washington and Jefferson College, explained why the approach is for him, as he says, "the way and the light."

His comments have been receiving widespread attention in the blogosphere, perhaps because they touch a nerve: The idea that traditional literary studies are in decline, or already dead, is bandied about almost casually now. The symptoms are legion, from the discussion of books as an old technology to the tight job market and the increasing reliance on adjunct labor in the humanities. And, like Gottschall, many academics see literary theory as an alienating force that has driven students away from their disciplines, and splintered the disciplines to the point, sometimes, of outright war. Nonetheless, many literary scholars are skeptical of the idea that Literary Darwinism will save their sector of the academy. And some of the strongest criticism comes from those you might think would be allies — other members of the loosely defined group of literary critics breaking new ground with studies that incorporate scientific theory and even, in a few cases, empirical method. Literary Darwinists are "a very small group of people that position themselves as martyrs for the cause … because they expect to be berated by everyone else in the field," says Lisa Zunshine, an English professor at the University of Kentucky, who works with cognitive approaches to understanding literature. "But, in spite of the publicity that they're getting, I don't see that they're actually attracting so many people."

Literary Darwinists beg to differ. Gottschall's Globe article is a bracing manifesto, outlining the sad state of the literary academy and pointing to scientific method as the only life raft in sight.

"Literature professors should apply science's research methods, its theories, its statistical tools, and its insistence on hypothesis and proof," he writes. "The alternative is to let literary study keep withering away." He provides two demonstrations of his approach. The first is a study just published in the journal Human Nature, in which he collects accounts of beauty in fairy tales from around the world to test whether Western tales place an extraordinary importance on female beauty. The second is a comparison of reactions from "500 literary scholars and avid readers" to characters from 19th-century British novels to gauge whether the author is truly dead — in other words, whether the meaning of a text is derived primarily from each reader's particular experience, as cultural theory has had it.

The subjects of the two experiments are not accidental. Literary Darwinism conceives of itself as the primary opposition to cultural theory in all its forms: Marxism, poststructuralism, Freudian and Lacanian psychoanalysis, feminism, and so forth. In the Literary Darwinist mind-set, cultural theory — subjective, deliberately obtuse, politicized, based on outmoded assumptions — is the disease that's stricken the academy, and scientific rigor is the cure. "Most of the big ideas in literary theory have been tried out and rejected in other disciplines. So psychoanalysis has no life in psychology anymore — it only exists in the humanities. Marxism has no life really in political theory or in economics classrooms," Gottschall says. "My point is, we start with these bad theories, and work founded on faulty premises is going to be faulty itself." Of course, the tests he cites in his Globe article find both the feminist critique of the Western tradition as having a unique focus on beauty and the poststructuralist idea of the "death of the author" to be false. (Not all Literary Darwinists subscribe to Gottschall's reliance on qualitative study; others treat scientific ideas more as a theoretical frame for reading than as a guide to method.)

Literary Darwinism is also garnering attention because it joins evolutionary-minded scholarship in various fields. Scholars like Gottschall; Joseph Carroll, of the University of Missouri at St. Louis; and the Nabokov scholar Brian Boyd, of the University of Auckland, have found much common ground with evolutionary psychologists. The 2002 book The Blank Slate: The Modern Denial of Human Nature (Viking), by Steven Pinker, an evolutionary and cognitive psychologist at Harvard University, reads like a companion piece to Gottschall's and Carroll's writings: "The dominant theories of elite art and criticism in the 20th century grew out of a militant denial of human nature. One legacy is ugly, baffling, and insulting art. The other is pretentious and unintelligible scholarship. And they're surprised people are staying away in droves?" In a review last year in Philosophy and Literature of the seminal Literary Darwinist anthology, The Literary Animal: Evolution and the Nature of Narrative (Northwestern University Press, 2005), edited by Gottschall and David Sloan Wilson, a biologist at the State University of New York at Binghamton, Pinker wrote that, despite several methodological concerns, he found the book "exciting." He added, "It isn't often that one can be present at the genesis of a new field of knowledge."

But Literary Darwinists have been far less welcomed by mainstream literary theorists. Referring to the theory of the unity of scientific and literary knowledge in E.O. Wilson's 1998 book Consilience: The Unity of Knowledge (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998), Louis Menand, a professor of English at Harvard, wrote in 2005 that humanities departments "should definitely not want consilience, which is a bargain with the devil." While scientists have criticized the methods Gottschall uses in his experiments as not very scientific, literary scholars have often claimed that the concerns of Literary Darwinism are less than literary. Natalia Cecire, a literary blogger and graduate student at the University of California at Berkeley, wrote an impassioned denunciation: "For a literary critic, Gottschall seems alarmingly unaware of what it is that we actually do." Taking issue with his finding that Western society is not alone in its sexism, she charged, "I challenge Gottschall to come up with some citations of 'scholars' (plural) who have said that. Not Naomi Wolf: actual literary critics." The Literary Darwinists expect and almost court that type of dismissal. The scholars tend to see themselves as outsiders: denied jobs at prestigious universities, tenured positions, and grant money because of the iconoclastic nature of their work. Gottschall is still an adjunct, and he says he believes that no one of a "principally Darwinian bent" has tenure, except for those who originally started down a more-traditional path. "It is true that we are promoting views that seem disturbingly alien or threatening to most of the professors who serve on hiring committees, editorial boards, and who comprise the main pool of peer reviewers," he says. Carroll says that he is "looking forward" to the day when he can just "get down and do the work," instead of being forced to constantly explain and defend his approach.

Still, both Gottschall and Carroll are sure that their ideas will eventually gain mainstream credibility. Carroll talks about Literary Darwinism's exerting a "carrot and stick" influence on the literary academy: "The stick is that [mainstream academics are] going to feel more beleaguered and provincial and left out in the cold, and the carrot is that they're going to feel that here's something new to do." Gottschall adds: "I think that ambitious young scholars, graduate students and so forth, will see something of glamour in here, something that can motivate their studies. And there will probably be resistance against it too, but again, I have confidence in the ideas, and I think they'll win out."

A less-expected attack, however, comes from similarly marginalized scholars who, like Kentucky's Zunshine, study related fields like cognitive theory and empirical literary research. Like the Literary Darwinists, such scholars, to varying degrees, work at the juncture of literary theory and scientific methods. Those who turn to cognitive theory fit into several different subfields, including literary critics who use empirical data, collaborating with neuroscientists and experimental psychologists to study the connections between brain function and reading. Some adherents, like Nancy Easterlin, of the University of New Orleans, draw both on cognitive theory and evolutionary psychology in their work. Easterlin works with a broad assortment of approaches, including Darwinist-based feminism and what she calls "cognitive ecocriticism." It is the pro-science literary scholars who don't use evolutionary psychology who tend to be the most skeptical that the Literary Darwinists will succeed in transforming literary studies forever.

For some of the literary scholars who use cognitive science, that is because their background incorporates cultural theory as well as science, and they're wary of junking 30 years of new thinking. F. Elizabeth Hart, an associate professor of English at the University of Connecticut who has a background in Renaissance literature and an interest in how cognitive theory affects, for example, conceptions of metaphor, says she mistrusts an approach that so de-emphasizes the effect of culture on the individual. "We have to find a theory that creates or explains or allows for an interface between the individual as an agent and the — to use a Marxist phrase — superstructure that bears down on the individual. You have to have a model that accounts for both," she says. Zunshine accuses the Literary Darwinists of "throwing the baby out with the bathwater. … It's somewhat ridiculous to say that scientific method can help us to shed light on all of the questions that literary theory has been engaged with."

The Italian literary scholar Franco Moretti, now at Stanford University, isn't in the field of cognitive literary studies, but his work frequently gets lumped in with the empiricists because of its particularly scientific and mathematical nature. He has been writing about the connections between evolution and literary theory for many years. He reiterates in an e-mail message the argument that Literary Darwinism doesn't address literary form, that it's concerned with external issues that avoid literature's literary nature: "If Literary Darwinism manages to improve the way to understand and explain literary form, then it will be a great step forward, but if it eludes form, or just doesn't 'see' it, then it will mean exactly nothing." Joseph P. Tabbi, a professor of English at the University of Illinois at Chicago who studies the intersections between cognitive theory and 20th-century literature, says of Gottschall's fairy-tales experiment: "If you're interested in questions of sexism, you need to look at more than expressions of stereotypes; you need to look at the way that the narrative is shaped; you need to look at questions of closure in narrative, questions of sequence, and questions that fall into the category of narratology. I'm not sure that by taking samples and doing statistical processing that you're going to get very far." D.T. Max, the author of the New York Times Magazine article, got at that objection when he wrote, "I don't think even by stretching one's imagination primates evoke 'The Waste Land' or 'Finnegan's Wake.' Tone, point of view, reliability of the narrator — these are literary tropes that often elude Literary Darwinists."

And still others attack the Literary Darwinists on the other flank, prying apart their scientific credentials. While some who call themselves Literary Darwinists do have a scientific background — and several scientists wrote articles for The Literary Animal, including E.O. Wilson — many in the group have no background in statistics or evolutionary biology, and they frequently work alone instead of in groups with scientists, unlike many of the cognitive theorists and empirical literary critics. (Carroll said that he recently gave himself "a crash course" in statistical analysis, but neither he nor Gottschall has any official training.) Alan Richardson, an English professor at Boston College who works with cognitive theory, writes in an e-mail message that the work he's seen from the evolutionary literary theorists "is riddled with basic errors in study design and methodology."

David Miall, a professor of English and film studies at the University of Alberta who teams up with a psychologist to perform empirical studies of reader response to texts, says that, with the Literary Darwinists, "what you've got is just another way of coming up with interpretations of texts, and I'm not sure we need that, so urgently … unless they really have something new to tell us about the nature of the text. And if there is something new, there should be a way of validating it empirically. So in that sense, their resistance to doing empirical studies seems to be a real disability. It's disappointing that they don't go to that next stage." Miall's recommendation would be to test empirically whether readers are actually influenced to think about the mating strategies and other evolutionary patterns that the Darwinists read into the works they examine.

Both Gottschall and Carroll are used to responding to such critiques and do so pre-emptively in most of their publications. In an upcoming issue of the journal Style, Carroll will take on some 30 scholars about various aspects of Literary Darwinism. As for the question of whether its approach can fully get at literary problems, Gottschall writes in his forthcoming book, Literature, Science, and a New Humanities (Palgrave Macmillan): "I suspect that there will always be vital humanities questions that deflect every tool and device in science's organon. Moreover, I do not mean to hint that sound qualitative studies cannot help us generate more reliable knowledge."

Gottschall's essay in The Literary Animal also includes an extended defense of using quantitative methods for literary studies, alleging that, over the history of human knowledge, many fields (including medicine and sociology) have resisted the importation of statistical analysis: "Critically, the point is not that investigators in these fields eventually discovered that everything could be reduced to numbers after all. Rather, they came to realize that quantitative and qualitative tools were both utterly indispensable for a reasonably complete exploration of their fields, each set of tools being appropriate for different types of questions." (Despite that conciliatory stance in print, however, in person Gottschall often seems to be choking back a complete denunciation of traditional literary studies, saying qualifiedly, "I'm not quite calling for total disciplinary annihilation and genocide.")

The proponents of Literary Darwinism have also taken on the question of its scientific rigor. Carroll says, "A lot of people do say that, and one of the responses to it is that people who say that haven't read most of the stuff they're rejecting." Gottschall points out that much of his writing has been published in scientific journals. He admits, however, that under the name of Literary Darwinism "there's also a lot of crap. There really has been a lot of crap. Now the question is, what does that prove? Does it really prove that it's futile and jihadist and all of that? Or does it prove that we need to do a better job? Because you can also go out and find hugely depressing lists of problems in quantitative approaches."

As to whether Literary Darwinism will save literary criticism, opinions are split there too. Indeed, other scholars of scientific theory and empiricist research seem far less morbid on the subject than Gottschall and Carroll. Many see the numbers increasing in their own specialties; it's not unusual to hear stories about scholars in the field of cognitive theory and literary studies, for example, who have been laboring in isolation for decades now getting greater recognition from their colleagues, professional institutions, and academic publishers. For them the future looks far brighter than it seems for the evolutionary literary theorists, perhaps because the field of cognitive studies outside the literary sphere is so hot. Zunshine, in fact, sees Literary Darwinism as a force that could add to the joblessness and hopelessness of students and professors, instead of vice versa: "Say I am a professor of English, I have graduate students, and I tell them: You have to forget about everything that your colleagues have been working on for the last 30 years because it's all literary theory, it's all wrong, and now you have this new scientific approach that you use. Now let me ask you, what would happen if a graduate student who hears this goes on the job market?"

Even mainstream scholars who have proclaimed the end of literary studies are wary of the solution offered by Literary Darwinism. William Deresiewicz, a former associate professor of English at Yale University, wrote a gloomy article in The Nation that is frequently cited as evidence of the apocalypse by Gottschall. Deresiewicz says, "This is not to say that some of those methods can't be useful; I'm not going to make an a priori statement like that. But I worry that they proceed from a failure or an unwillingness to recognize or see that science and literature represent different areas of knowledge."

Andrew Delbanco, a professor of the humanities at Columbia University and author of the 1999 New York Review of Books article "The Decline and Fall of Literature," calls his attitude "cautiously open skepticism. The kind of reductionist stuff that I could imagine coming out of this would seem to me to be moving in exactly the wrong direction. But I don't think one should close one's mind to it."

For the Literary Darwinists, however, the urgency is so high that they see their work, whatever its flaws, as the literary academy's last, best hope — if, of course, it has the courage to embrace the inevitable. "We're desperate," says Gottschall. "The field is really, really desperate. Morale is so bad. No one really knows what to do. Everyone is saying what I am, in some way — they have the same critique, the same feeling that our old ways are just plain spent. "But when it comes down to how to solve these problems, how to win back relevance and consequence in the world, how to secure a place for the discipline in the future, people are pretty timid about these more aggressive solutions."

Britt Peterson is assistant managing editor of The New Republic.

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http://chronicle.com

Section: The Chronicle Review

Volume 54, Issue 47, Page B7

The Ecopoetry Follow Up

First I want to give a congrats to my friend--and rare blog reader--Owen who not only landed on his feet jobs-wise recently but also went out and got himself engaged. 


And now, on to business...

I've become more interested in the ecology of culture, if you will. One of my frustrations with the nature poetry side of ecopoetry is the insistence on realism. You find this critique in Dana Phillips and Gilcrest, for example, who note that humans have developed fiction and trope and that these things help us get to different levels of understanding both our lives and the world around those lives. While I consider post-modernism to be mostly the last gasp of the high academic humanism, I think it would be the height of absurdity to insist that our writing be about the non-human world. So I'm interested in how writing can become an ecotone between culture (in a long, deep sense), nature, and the human experience. Which, like it or not, is the dominant experience on the planet. We might talk more about what it means to have this kind of power. Go google "anthropocene" if you wish to quibble. The stuff of culture as itself remains a little less interesting on its own merits. That is, the ceaseless intertextuality and infinite play of signs continues to feel like a shell game. But incorporating these aspects back into the larger whole... that starts to feel a bit more interesting. Though I still despair of ever caring too deeply about the politics of poetry. I wish I could get more excited about criticism. 

Last item. And this is political only inasmuch as there's voting. We're thinking about how to spell Wendy's full name, once she's here. We had thought about Wendolynne. But then we saw Wendeline (which is...OK). And we've moved to Wendelynne. What do you think?