I just finished reading Joseph Epstein’s review of The Cambridge History of the American Novel (WSJ August 27-28, 2011), a 1,244 page tome that rates American literature on a scale of how the classics treat our narrow agendas on gender, race and class. Says Epstein:
Multiculturalism, which assigned an equivalence of value to the works of all cultures, irrespective of the quality of those works, finished off the distinction between high and low culture, a distinction whose linchpin was seriousness.
In simpler terms, Epstein is taking lit professors to task for teaching books of questionable quality to study that speak to their own biases instead of encouraging students to cull the classics for timeless truth. The result is that even fewer people major in English now and serious readers are on their own in their quest for good books. Epstein characterizes the modern English department as an intellectual nursing home where old ideas go to die.
I was mighty depressed to read this, but the second to last paragraph perked me right up. Epstein explained that English majors of old were always “a slightly odd and happily non-conformist group.”
He nailed it when he said we didn’t major in English with any thought to being able to work for a living.
One was an English major because one was intoxicated by literature – its beauty, its force, above all its high truth quotient.
Be still my heart if that isn’t the honest to God reason why I majored in English. Sadly, there are fewer of us oddball non-conformists besotted with the notion of truth these days.
So here’s the point. Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be English majors. Let them be business and economic majors instead. But don’t send them to University without a good grounding in the classics first.
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