Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Theory of the Novel by Georg Lukacs

The soul goes out to seek adventure; it lives through adventures, but it does not know the real torment of seeking and the real danger of finding; such a soul never stakes itself; it does not yet know that it can lose itself, it never thinks of having to look for itself.  Such an age is the age of the epic.

I know very few are interested in the wonky lit crit books I'm assigned for my graduate school classes, but I want to blog every book I read, so I'll keep this brief.  Georg Lukacs' The Theory of the Novel seeks to explain why we read and write novels, when once we wrote epics.  The short version is that "The novel is the epic of a world that has been abandoned by God."

A longer explanation would show that our fundamental relationship to the world is not what it was for the Greeks, whose "answers came before their questions."  The rift that occurs between our interior selves and our exterior world makes our adventures ones of interiority, of struggling against the paradox of having to live in an unknowable world, unlike the epic heroes who are "only the luminous centre around which this unfolded totality revolves, the inwardly most immbole point of the world's rhythmic movement."  Something similar is described in Josipovici's Whatever Happened to Modernism?, but more lucidly.

That, so far, I think I understand.  But Lukacs' attempts to provide a more nuanced schematic of the novel tend toward utter impenetrability.  There are too many sentences like this one:

The world of distances lies sprawling and chaotic beneath the radiant celestial rose of sense made sensuous; it is visible and undisguised at every moment.


I won't front.  I don't have the first idea what that means.  Lukacs' foreword basically recants the book in its entirety, saying that in retrospect it was bad form to make generalizations and then try to fit individual examples to them.  But The Theory of the Novel is, as far as I can tell, almost bereft of any real evidence that might clarify thoughts like the ones above.  When it does discuss real literature, as in late chapters on Goethe's Wilhelm Meister and Tolstoy, it does so only in the most abstract way possible.  I teach my high schoolers that the most important skill they can develop in writing about literature is the ability to support their argument with textual evidence.  Is that too much to ask of Georg Lukacs?

1 comment:

Brent Waggoner said...

This sounds like a very confusing texxt.