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What Ever Happened to Modernism? de Gabriel Josipovici

Rainbow Shatterings: What Ever Happened to Modernism? by Gabriel Josipovici
Stephen Mitchelmore

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En se concentrant sur What Ever Happened to Modernism? (2010) de Gabriel Josipovici, cet article replace cet ouvrage dans le contexte des écrits critiques antérieurs de l’écrivain, tout en analysant les principaux arguments de ce livre sur le modernisme : le désenchantement du monde ainsi que les questions d’autorité, de choix et d’action.

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This paper was first published online on This Space.

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  • 1 Gabriel Josipovici, What Ever Happened to Modernism? New Haven (CT)/London: Yale UP, 2010.
  • 2 Gabriel Josipovici, The Book of God: A Response to the Bible, New Haven (CT)/London: Ya (...)
  • 3 Gabriel Josipovici, “Review of Robert Pinget’s Theo or the New Era & Be Brave”, The Tim (...)
  • 4 Philip Hensher, “What Ever Happened to Modernism? by Gabriel Josipovici: Review”, The Daily T (...)
  • 5 Max Dunbar, “The Sins of Disillusionment: Review”, 3AM Magazine, 15 September 2010. <ht (...)
  • 6 D. J. Taylor, “Our Island Stories: Review”, Literary Review, <http://www.literaryreview.co.uk (...)

1The title of this book1 is a question asked by a professor of English and answered by a practising novelist. Apart from Milan Kundera, no other living writer has engaged with modern fiction with such depth of learning and lightness of touch. I have been reading Gabriel Josipovici’s fiction and non-fiction for over twenty years but little prepared me for the sustained focus and force of this remarkable book. Until then his literary critical works had been collections of essays, even his book on the bible, The Book of God2, is a series of discrete essays. Given this back catalogue, which includes the lectures given at UCL and Oxford University, it is predictable that the new book has been characterised by some as an academic treatise rather than an accessible essay in the classic sense. The deceit needs to be countered not only because it is wrong but because it also confirms Josipovici’s judgement of English literary culture as “narrow, provincial and smug”3. Arguably, this verdict was confirmed by bitter4 and dishonest5 reactions, as well as some more respectful if condescending assessments.6

  • 7 Peter Aspden, What Ever Happened to Modernism? by Gabriel Josipovici: Review”, Financial Time (...)

2However, there are rational reasons for resistance to the book’s argument, even if they are expressed from the corner of the mouth. For Josipovici, Modernism reanimates the doubts and confusions about the authority of art that have been with us since the Enlightenment; doubts and confusion that he shows are present as dynamic forces in the great, paradigmatic works of Western literature and essential to the reasons why they became great. For cultural gatekeepers, accommodating doubt and confusion rather than quelling their disruptive presence is anachronistic, the stuff of romantic legend or, worse, against the spirited positivity of modern culture. Peter Aspden says Modernism has “found its dancing shoes and lightened up”7. Surely literature is here to bring clarity and sense, to reveal the world in all its variety, intensity and, above all, reality?

3Perhaps. But this is an understanding from a watchtower, from outside of writing. When a novel, good or bad, is complete, it creates and embodies unity – even if it relies for this impression on stories of the ultimate rupture of terror, violence and death – and gratitude is expressed by the reader. Then we are bound to be irritated by someone coming along to point out that it is an artificial and constructed unity; yes, we know it is only a novel. Except, however commonsensical this statement may be, it has always to elide the uncanny experience of reading; the sense that it is only within the ideal space of the greatest novels that we feel most engaged with the world, where the doubts and confusions of our lives abate and we become able, for the time of reading at least, to maintain understanding and equilibrium. This is our gratitude but also our guilty secret. We know it is only a novel and the world has thereby been distorted and we need more art to maintain the illusion. Bad faith kindles doublethink.

4The problem for the critic is that this essential experience of reading cannot be easily discussed outside the special conditions bestowed by reading itself, removed from the pressures of commerce and fashion. This concealed problem explains why literary debate is dominated by personalities and political issues rather than an engagement with books themselves and why, as a consequence, attention turns to forms more congenial to disposable debate. Perhaps only a practising artist willing to analyse what is hidden can elaborate on the enduring presence of the forces of doubt and confusion. Josipovici’s book certainly suggests this is the case and that only by recognising and embracing their urgency for each one of us – and not just as artists but as readers – can literary fiction renew itself both on the public and personal level.

5So, the book’s purblind reception in England is really a symptom of an institutionalised instinct to repress and deny doubt and confusion. This is why in what follows I intend to address occasional misrepresentations of the book. Anyone who has read What Ever Happened to Modernism? cannot but be amazed at how some reviewers have deceived their readers by summarising the book as an attack on contemporary English novelists in favour of difficult, joyless avant-garde texts, while failing to mention the central theme of the book: the disenchantment of the world. For this reason, as best I can I shall summarise Josipovici’s definition of Modernism before ending with a description of the quality or qualities of the art it seeks to encourage.

The Disenchantment of the World

6The phrase from Max Weber out of Friedrich von Schiller can offer a rough headline summary of Josipovici’s genealogy of Modernism:

  1. The disenchantment of the world

  2. The inward debate of authority

  3. The elimination of choice

  4. The imitation of an action

7The first point is perhaps the most difficult to discuss because the state of disenchantment excludes the possibility of knowing what enchantment is exactly. Instead we have to turn to familiar historical terms:

Weber argued that the Reformation was part of a historical process, ‘the disenchantment of the world’, whereby the sacramental religion of the Middle Ages was transformed into a transcendental and intellectualised religion, which led to the removal of the numinous from everyday life. (11)

8What was lost in this process is, for Josipovici, the elephant in the living room of modernity. “Weber’s argument is neutral”, he adds, “but the assumption is that not only was this great historical shift inevitable, it was, since it ushered in the Enlightenment and helped to banish superstition, what the authors of 1066 and All That would have called a Good Thing”. (11-12) For Josipovici, unlike his enlightened critics, it is not necessarily A Good Thing.

  • 8 Gabriel Josipovici, On Trust: Art and the Temptations of Suspicion, New Haven, CT/L (...)
  • 9 Ibid., 96.
  • 10 Gabriel Josipovici, The Mirror of Criticism: Selected Reviews. 1977-1982, Brighton/Marlton (...)

9The concern to acknowledge what has been lost since the Enlightenment has long been present in Josipovici’s non-fiction. On Trust8 from 1999 provides, in the opening scene of William Shakespeare’s Richard II, a literary example of Weber’s disenchantment. When Richard interrupts the ritual duel between Harry of Hereford and Thomas Mowbray, he is interrupting the public spectacle which “demonstrated to a non-literate society through the forms of ceremony how things really stood, and it did so in a highly dramatic way, so as to imprint it on the memory of the community”9. What is overwritten here is the community ordered by ritual replaced by secular hierarchy. But, as he shows elsewhere, there is something more fundamental going on than a disintegration of divine right. In The Mirror of Criticism10, Josipovici is drawn to the art critic Meyer Schapiro’s observations on a mousetrap in the Mérode Altarpiece:

  • 11 Ibid., 49.

In the Middle Ages the notion that objects in the physical world were an allegory of the spiritual did not necessarily entail the representation of these objects as the signs of hidden truths. “The mousetrap [says Schapiro] like other household objects, had first to be interesting as part of the extended visible world, before its theological significance could justify its presence in a religious picture. However, even as a piece of still-life, the mousetrap is more than an object in a home: it takes its place beside the towel and the basin of water, as an instrument of cleanliness or wholeness […]”. What Schapiro is doing here [Josipovici writes] is to open our minds to the possibility that the alternatives are never simply either that objects are symbolic or that they are not: the very way the painter has brought them together makes objects in a naturalistic painting inevitably symbolic.11

10This is what Weber means by the numinous: an interplay of physical and metaphysical that eliminates polarity. Transcendental and intellectualised religion polarised art and community with the consequences of a loss of heaven’s guide and thereby the guarantee of a work’s authority.

11How and why this happened is a question for other books. Nor does Josipovici claim this is his history: as well as Weber, he points to the examples of established European thinkers such Hans Blumenberg, Hans-Georg Gadamer and Erich Heller, of writers who have discussed the process and its consequences. In the main, however, What Ever Happened to Modernism? is a book about modern fiction. “[It] is no coincidence”, he says, “that the novel emerges at the very moment when the world is growing disenchanted”. (34) The novel dramatises the emergence of the self not under God, yet who nevertheless seeks enchantment however secularly it is defined. The book’s earliest example is François Rabelais’ Gargantua & Pantagruel, but the most telling is perhaps Miguel de Cervantes’ Don Quixote. What Josipovici identifies as modern here is not only the comedic critique of the Knight’s idealism but that the novel makes us aware that its critique relies on “the primal idealisation in the conception and execution of the very work in which the critique is made”: (33)

The profound irony of Don Quixote is […] that as we read about the hero’s obvious delusions we believe that we are more realistic about the world than he is, less enchanted, whereas we are of course ourselves in that very moment caught in Cervantes’ web and enchanted by his tale. (34)

  • 12 Philip Hensher, art. cit.

12The novel’s overt self-reflexive awareness of its status as an invention “dramatises the way we as readers collude in this game because we want, for the duration of our reading, to be part of a realised world, a world full of meaning and adventure, an enchanted world”. (34) This is both very clear and unsettling. As soon as we believe we are on firm ground, amused at the follies of others, we find that instead we were engaged in the biggest folly of all. English critics’ inability to follow Cervantes’ looping paths into such uncertainty leads them to celebrate the novel in their own Humanistic image. They can see the numinless utility of towels, basins and mousetraps, but not what has been lost. This failing leads Philip Hensher to bluster that “it’s absurdly naive of Josipovici to think that [Dickens’] Bleak House could have been written without a constant self-questioning”12. Josipovici’s point, which Hensher evidently refuses to see, is that doubt and self-questioning are present in Cervantes as part of the narration just as they are conspicuously absent in Dickens. Hensher demonstrates the blindspot in English fiction (with Laurence Sterne as its proving exception), and this is why, in turn, Josipovici defines Modernism as “the coming into awareness by art of its precarious status and responsibilities”. (11)This is more or less where the inward debate of the authority of art begins.

The Inward Debate of Authority

13For all its picaresque comedy, Don Quixote is also “an exploration of the nature of novels and their ontological status”. (32) Of course, one might easily say it is an exploration because of the comedy. Laughter often relies on paradox just as melancholy relies on its absence. The latter would explain the melancholy Marcel Proust experienced whilst reading a classic French story in the simple past tense, something Roland Barthes comments on also:

Even engaged in the most sober realism, [the simple past tense] reassures, because, thanks to it, the verb expresses an act which is closed, definite, substantive. The story [récit] has a name, it escapes the terror of a speech without limit. Reality grows thinner and becomes familiar. (81)

14The elimination of the work’s responsibility to the reality of its subject leads to “a past without density, freed of the trembling of existence”. (141) These stories, recognisable as a staple of mainstream English fiction, have nothing at stake except the mastery or otherwise of the novelist over his or her material; a mastery that is enough to convince many that what they are reading is great art. Yet, if this is not enough, how can an artist inject the trembling of existence into art? Well, as Cervantes has demonstrated already, a very modern way is to place that question at the heart of the work itself. Josipovici uses William Wordsworth’s early poetry and Caspar David Friedrich’s landscape paintings as further examples of where the question was raised. Both poet and painter are closely associated with the experience of nature and both can easily be categorised as comforts for aesthetes. What makes them modern and takes the story of Modernism forward is that both question the validity of turning an experience into art. They knew that the experience of nature is sublime because it overwhelms and transcends the individual consciousness, so, if one has the ability to write and to paint in response, to celebrate, to express awe, then that sublimity is thereby obscured and perhaps even denied. How can a work of art claim authority when only its absence could do justice to what has been glimpsed while wandering lonely as a cloud? We can go further and apply the questions of art to the individual. It seems only self-annihilation can express fully what has been sensed: death is present yet beyond comprehension and direct representation. Josipovici shows how Friedrich and Wordsworth place the question of experience and the representation of nature at the centre of the work.

15Friedrich’s distinctive human figure within a vast landscape stands for the viewer viewing, the painter painting and thereby the limits of our vision, and Wordsworth describes the dialectical process of a vision of the moon and clouds during a late night walk. The contrast again enables the experience to be sensed in its obscurity and distance rather than as merely a sentimental gesture toward the unknown. And again, as in Don Quixote, the self-consciousness and reflexivity usually associated with the insouciance of Postmodernism appears here in more subtle, troubled form. “Friedrich and Wordsworth”, Josipovici says in a memorable sentence,“are not so much visionaries as explorers of what it means to see and what it means to paint or write”. (60-62)”

  • 13 Virginia Woolf, “Mr. Bennett and Mrs. Brown” [1924], in Collected Essays, I, London: The Ho (...)
  • 14 Gabriel Josipovici, “Modernism Still Matters”, New Statesman, 6 September 2010. <ht (...)

16By presenting diverse figures such as Rabelais and Cervantes, as well as Romantics like Wordsworth and Friedrich alongside the Modernists of the 20th century, Josipovici may seem to be diluting the radical power of Modernism. One soon begins to wonder about the unique qualities of modern art and literature. Perhaps, however, this is positive. It emphasises the longue durée necessary for a proper understanding of how and why, according to Virginia Woolf, human nature changed in or about December 191013, as well as to reveal the deep tradition Modernism follows and in which we still move. An understanding such as this may thus provoke a revolutionary revision of the time in literary history – the Victorian era – that has otherwise seriously occluded English perceptions of art. Still today, as Josipovici has often lamented14, English novelists wish to write like Dickens as if this were the pinnacle of literary achievement: the end of literary history. Dickens’ novels are frequently used as examples of the compatibility of a mass readership and literary greatness while authors such as Amanda Craig and Ian Rankin receive widespread attention and praise for promoting fiction as a neo-Dickensian form of journalism, reporting on the current affairs without the constraints of fact. The only surprise is that the major awards for 2009 went to a huge historical novel instead, perhaps indicating where the true feelings of English critics lie: real life preferred at a comfortable distance.

17Despite this, Josipovici’s critique of Dickens is unexpectedly mild. After comparing the wish-fulfilling coincidences that “oil the wheels of the plot” (71) of Oliver Twist with the terrifying trajectory of Heinrich von Kleist’s Michael Kohlhaas, in which injustice and terror are not redeemed or resolved by God or plot, he concludes: “Whether [Dickens’ coincidences] are merely a small example of bad faith and a price worth paying, or whether the cost in terms of repression and falsification is simply too great, is a question each reader has to answer for himself”. (ibid.)

The Elimination of Choice

  • 15 Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 8 October 1917, Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1978, (...)
  • 16 Oscar Wilde, The Letters of Oscar Wilde, London: Rupert Hart-Davis, 1962, 501.

18Repression and falsification, however, are not so easily noticed, let alone resisted by the self. Kafka notes the “heartlessness behind [Dickens’] sentimentally overflowing style”15, and, as Oscar Wilde said, sentimentality is “the luxury of an emotion without paying for it”16. Dickens stands out as the obvious antagonist to writers who were not seduced by the guarantee of popular acclaim. Rather than the masses, they sought to exclude only repression and falsification. We need art to expose itself; to be, as Kafka said, the axe for the frozen sea inside us. Art’s failure to be the axe, its settling down happily into the modern era of entertainment and commerce, spread dissatisfaction among artists with higher standards. This is why we should regard Modernism not as a period in artistic history but as a molten rock lurking beneath the surface, occasionally erupting into the landscape of culture. What causes its eruption is a big question but, in short, we may see the complacency of contemporary fiction, the fuss of its competing genres and its succumbing to commercial pressures from television, cinema and the internet, as promising potential for another explosion.

  • 17 Gabriel Josipovici, Text and Voice: Essays 1981-1991, Manchester: Carcanet Press, 1 (...)

19Josipovici cites Søren Kierkegaard’s opposition of possibility and necessity as key to “the troubled heart and soul of 19th-century man” that led to the last great eruption, the man “who has been given freedom twice over, first by God and then by the French Revolution, but who does not know what to do with it except torment himself with the sense that he is wasting his life”. (43) For artists at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, one answer was to eliminate the freedom of possibility, for the art that they made to be a necessary object in the world. By taking the constraints of art to the extreme, removing artistic choice and wish-fulfilment as much as possible, Josipovici argues, something else, something unexpected may appear. (Of course the Surrealists pursued the same end by doing the opposite, but this amounts to the same thing). Josipovici’s prime examples are Stéphane Mallarmé whose words in Un Coup de Dés are (in Malcolm Bowie’s description) “a gravitational centre around which possible meanings of the entire sentence gather”, (86) and Marcel Duchamp who presented the bare implications of art’s arbitrary nature by entering a readymade Fountain into a show. Though neither are mentioned by Josipovici, we might add Arnold Schoenberg’s development of twelve-note composition and James Joyce’s arrangement of Ulysses’ diversity around Homer’s Odyssey as if to open the everyday of 20th-century Dublin to epic enchantment. Josipovici’s favourite example is Georges Perec’s Life: A User’s Manual, the classic of OuLiPo constraint discussed at length in the 1992 collection Text and Voice.17

20The danger with these examples is that they soon become monuments for lesser artists to adopt and then claim their forerunners’ radicalism as an alibi. We see this most clearly with Duchamp in contemporary visual art and in compendious novels “about” a city or a nation. While Josipovici argues that the novel emerged when the world was growing disenchanted, the implication suggesting itself to the contemporary reader is that the novel is itself irredeemably generic and that its fake enchantments have embedded themselves so firmly in familiar forms that a resurgent Modernism is almost unthinkable. The perennial debate about the exclusion of crime novels, science fiction and Romantic fiction from literary prize shortlists, and David Shields’ call for more unpolished fact in novels and less generic invention, confirms the impression. The literary novel has itself become a genre and the room for manoeuvre pitifully limited. So what new form can Modernism take?

The Imitation of an Action

  • 18 Franz Kafka, “The New Advocate”, in Collected Stories, edited and introduced by Gab (...)
  • 19 Ian Jack, “British Novelists: Small and Mean Maybe, but in Big Demand”, The Guardian, 11 Se (...)
  • 20 Ibid.
  • 21 Max Dunbar, art. cit.

21Josipovici’s answer to this conundrum is surprisingly inclusive: it takes as many forms as there are artists. As an example of Modernism’s variety of forms, he chooses Wallace Stevens’ character Crispin, Kafka’s horse Bucephalos and Duchamp’s The Bride Stripped Bare By Her Bachelors, Even as “sad clowns” who each found their own ways to live within the condition of loss. Each form – poem, story, sculpture – pursues a similar awareness of failure and absence without falling into despair. Bucephalos was once Alexander the Great’s warhorse but now, in Kafka’s story18, he’s seen trotting up the steps of the courthouse in his new role as an advocate. Having no king to carry, he has studied law books by lamplight and changed his career. Perhaps, the narrator says, this is the best thing we can all do in post-heroic age. While there is no “formal experiment and linguistic daring”19 here, it maintains a contact with an enchanted past by means of its absence. So, in addition to Rabelais and Cervantes, these three make it all the more bizarre that Ian Jack assumes20 the book wishes for punishing difficulty and Max Dunbar for “some monochrome wasteland, with a Beckett-style narrative intone of disjointed words and phrases and perhaps the odd glimpse of Afghanistan [sic] drone attacks flashing up on the screen”21.

22Another facet of Kafka’s New Advocate is its lack of psychology. We do not enter Bucephalos’ mind as it comes to terms with the change but see it from a distant observer. This is perhaps an understated element of Modernism and Josipovici addresses it in perhaps the most stirring part of the book, the chapter on Greek theatre: Sophocles and Euripides in particular. The difference between the two forms a fascinating pattern we can recognise in our own time. Josipovici again follows Kierkegaard, this time his comparison in Either/Or of ancient and modern tragedy:

The hero of Greek tragedy was not an autonomous individual. He was caught in and made by a whole web of different interpenetrating elements. These were what led to tragedy but also what absolved him from full responsibility. Terrible things might happen to him, but he could not blame himself, or, to put it in terms of Greek tragedy itself, he might be polluted but he was not guilty. In modern tragedy, on the other hand, ‘the hero stands or falls entirely on his own acts’. (146)

23One can imagine Jack or Dunbar praising a different story in which Bucephalos is ridiculed, his absurdity held up for laughs – a horse in court, whatever next? – or with gossip, rather than the mystery alone but for a little wistful resignation. There are reasons for these knee-jerk reactions:

24Our age is more melancholy than that of the Greeks, and so more in despair, says Kierkegaard. The reason for this is that today each person is deemed to be entirely responsible for his actions while “the peculiarity of ancient tragedy is that the action does not issue exclusively from character, that the action does not find its sufficient explanation in subjective reflection and decision.” (146)

25Tragic drama, then, was, as Aristotle wrote, “an imitation not of human beings but of action and life”. (147) It is significant that Josipovici quotes here the critic John Jones on the mistranslations of the plays by Romantic scholars who could only see solitary individuals in their isolation, a tragic hero like Hamlet, at the centre of the story. Like our contemporary critics, they read what is not there because they can see only personalities and the weighing of personal responsibility. It is a habit of mind we see in conventional fiction beginning and ending in a solitary consciousness even as it is reported in the third person, and also in the persistent22 contempt23 for the Nouveau Roman which presents description as an experience in itself; not about something, it is that something itself. To receive its gifts, Josipovici urges us to abandon “our mistaken search for what lies behind instead of focusing on what lies before us”, and thereby learn “to live with impenetrability, to relax and savour it”. (151)

  • 24 Gabriel Josipovici, The Singer on the Shore: Essays 1991-2004, Manchester: Carcanet Press, (...)

26Like the essays on the Bible in The Singer on the Shore24, Greek drama begins to tell use more about modern fiction than discussion of modern fiction. From the play’s descriptions in the book, I have noted down features of Sophoclean drama which help to show this:

– Masking as a form of revelation rather than concealment
– A single event unfolding slowly
– Each moment has the same weight
– Not a fiction or reconstruction but a re-enactment
– Death is regarded not as end-point but a sea surrounding life
When Josipovici turns to Euripides we begin to see the remarkable similarities between early Greek drama and Modernism and between its later manifestations with art from the Renaissance onward. These are the notable features of Euripidean drama:
– Inwardness replaces the mask
– Complicated plotting
– An emphasis on realism
– A fascination with those on the margins of society
– Who and what we are defines us rather than what we do

  • 25 Sam Leith, “What Ever Happened to Modernism?, by Gabriel Josipovici”, The Sunday Times, 29 (...)
  • 26 Gabriel Josipovici, “John Coffin Lecture in Literature”, The Times Literary Supplement, 30 (...)
  • 27 Maurice Blanchot, The Writing of the Disaster, Lincoln: University of Nebraska Pres (...)

27However, even this straightforward chapter causes Sam Leith25 in The Sunday Times to criticise Josipovici for arguing for Euripides as a “proto-modernist” when he is doing the exact opposite. As the comparison above makes clear, Euripides was the Dickens of his time, Sophocles the Beckett. Why this kind of misreading continues is an issue worth pursuing. The dominance of reason and humanism in English culture, wedded to an awed reverence for commercial success, is one obvious cause. What cannot be said is not so much passed over in silence by contemporary culture as ignored or branded out of order. In his original lecture26, Josipovici wondered if this cultural narrow-mindedness (he calls it innocence) is because, unlike most European nations, England was never invaded or occupied (at least not since 1066) and is intolerant of the compromises and ambiguities occupation demands. I would add that English culture has also never appreciated what Maurice Blanchot called “the absolute event”27 of the Nazi holocaust; in London, the positivity of the Enlightenment still reigns. To resist this dominance, we need to isolate the alternatives What Ever Happened to Modernism? suggests.

Rainbow Shatterings

  • 28 Gabriel Josipovici, “Modernism Still Matters”, art. cit.

28With the two lists of features of Greek theatre in mind, we can appreciate Friedrich Nietzsche’s recognition of the subtle but drastic transitions in a culture. Our experience has always been one of being torn between the two forces of 19th and 20th century art. However, dissatisfaction with the conservatism of many well-known practitioners of the novel (Ian McEwan’s Saturday being the prime exhibit) may provoke another distinct era of destructive Modernist renewal. Not that this should concern us; individual works matter more than movements. And Josipovici’s contention is that exceptional, breath-giving works are present anyway; it is just a matter of recognising them. He lists relatively neglected authors in his article in The New Statesman28 and the final chapter of What Ever Happened to Modernism? contains as much criticism of literary critics for hyping middlebrow novels by Irène Némirovsky as it does of the works of contemporary English novelists.

29What should be sought instead is perhaps underplayed in What Ever Happened to Modernism? Yet does appear as one of Josipovici’s sad clowns. Duchamp was an example of an artist who raised the problem of the arbitrary nature of creation by applying the name “art” to a urinal. The question here should not be “Is it art?” but “Can art be art”? In The Bride Stripped Bare By Her Bachelors, Even – also known as The Large Glass – we see this token to melancholy ends as an “ironical self-portrait as an artist in troubled times”, (133) “a delay in glass” (134) in which multiple artists as multiple bachelors enact “the futile, mechanical, masturbation” that “will never lead to any congruence with the Bride, far less to any offspring”. (133) Duchamp spent eight years working on what, Josipovici says, is an “extremely beautiful and meticulously made” object. The length of time taken to make it indicates dissatisfaction with the freedom inherent to the form; the arbitrary choice of features to be engraved, the shape and dimensions of the panels, might all be different. What difference does it make what the artist does? Something had to intervene to bring it to life, but that something never arrived. Duchamp wrote boxes of detailed notes on physics, alchemy and metaphysics to accompany the sculpture, as if these might perform the role of animator. Eventually, however, he let the work go. It is then Josipovici adds the coda:

In transit from Philadelphia to New York […] the two glass panels, which had been laid one on top of the other and not well enough insulated from each other, ground against each other and, when the work was removed from its packaging on arrival, both panels were found to be shattered. Duchamp was immediately summoned to see if he could repair the damage, but when he looked at it he let out a whoop of joy, for the work now had a giant rainbow of cracks on the top panel mirrored by a similar pattern on the lower one. And one can see why he was so delighted. For years he had been trying to bring chance into his work, but chance brought in by the artist is never exactly chance. Now chance had led to an unexpected copulation in the back of a van and the result was a beautiful pattern which bound the top panel to the lower, while, amazingly, leaving all the main elements of the object perfectly visible and the whole still capable of standing up. He could not have asked for more from the gods. […] Today far more visitors see Richard Hamilton’s copy (made for the great English Duchamp exhibition of 1966, since the Large Glass could never be moved again) than ever see the original in Philadelphia. They think they are seeing it all, but of course they are not. The work they see is still very beautiful – but it is, somehow, dead. In Philadelphia, with its rainbow shatterings, it lives. (134-135)

  • 29 Dalya Alberge, “Feted British Authors are Limited, Arrogant and Self-satisfied, Says Lead (...)

30This passage is central to Josipovici’s manifesto. When he made the news for saying English literary culture is permeated by “petty-bourgeois uptightness”, a “terror of not being in control” and a “schoolboy desire to boast and to shock”29 he could also be describing Duchamp but for this element of chance, the ghost of the outside haunting the solipsism of the work. Again, one can easily imagine his smug critics giggling at the news of the panel breakage, perhaps labelling it God’s wrath at the pretentions of modern art, at best an unfortunate accident that has ruined a potential masterpiece. However, for the viewer alone before the object, the experience is different to its public expression.

  • 30 Tamar Yellin, “Writer in time: Interview with Gabriel Josipovici”, The Jewish Daily (...)
  • 31 Gabriel Josipovici, The World and the Book: A Study of Modern Fiction, Basingstoke/London (...)

31The experience is also different for the reader of fiction. Josipovici has spoken of the unique, living quality of fiction which, he says, “has something to do with time, with how human beings respond to time, with what time does to us, the losses it brings, and the sense of possibilities unrealized, but also the Proustian sense of sudden loops in time and the way our lives are sealed off to us but suddenly, in time, open up momentarily”30. While he says this in a brief interview, it features throughout his critical writing. In What Ever Happened to Modernism? it features as the possible re-enchantment of the world through a reckoning with what disappeared in the nightmare of reason. Always he has championed fiction that breaks through layers of self-protection – the self of the work and the self of the reader – to reveal loss without nostalgia and potential without self-deceit. Proust’s In Search of Lost Time is Josipovici’s keenest example and so it is appropriate that the first essay of his first essay collection The World and the Book is an essay discussing Proust’s novel: “the most subtle, tenacious and profound exploration […] ever undertaken”31 of the relation between the writer and what is written. Still, I feel this is aspect of fiction requires more attention than What Ever Happened to Modernism? is prepared or able to give it, to become the overt subject of a book rather than left to the margins. But perhaps this is why Josipovici writes fiction and why we should turn to his novels and short stories for more.

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Notes

1 Gabriel Josipovici, What Ever Happened to Modernism? New Haven (CT)/London: Yale UP, 2010.

2 Gabriel Josipovici, The Book of God: A Response to the Bible, New Haven (CT)/London: Yale UP, 1988.

3 Gabriel Josipovici, “Review of Robert Pinget’s Theo or the New Era & Be Brave”, The Times Literary Supplement, 13 October 1995.

4 Philip Hensher, “What Ever Happened to Modernism? by Gabriel Josipovici: Review”, The Daily Telegraph, 5 August 2010. <http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/bookreviews/7928647/What-Ever-Happened- toModernism-by-Gabriel-Josipovici-review.html>.

5 Max Dunbar, “The Sins of Disillusionment: Review”, 3AM Magazine, 15 September 2010. <http://www.3ammagazine.com/3am/the-sins-of-disillusionment/>.

6 D. J. Taylor, “Our Island Stories: Review”, Literary Review, <http://www.literaryreview.co.uk/taylor_09_10.html>; John Sutherland, “Wake up, England!” Literary Review, <http://www.literaryreview.co.uk/sutherland_08_10.html>.

7 Peter Aspden, What Ever Happened to Modernism? by Gabriel Josipovici: Review”, Financial Times, 13 August 2010. <http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/066cee86-a668-11df-8767-00144feabdc0.html#axzz29wkfWYtB>.

8 Gabriel Josipovici, On Trust: Art and the Temptations of Suspicion, New Haven, CT/London: Yale UP, 1999.

9 Ibid., 96.

10 Gabriel Josipovici, The Mirror of Criticism: Selected Reviews. 1977-1982, Brighton/Marlton NJ: Harvester Press, 1983.

11 Ibid., 49.

12 Philip Hensher, art. cit.

13 Virginia Woolf, “Mr. Bennett and Mrs. Brown” [1924], in Collected Essays, I, London: The Hogarth Press, 1966, 320.

14 Gabriel Josipovici, “Modernism Still Matters”, New Statesman, 6 September 2010. <http://www.newstatesman.com/books/2010/09/writers-english-modernism>.

15 Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 8 October 1917, Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1978, 388.

16 Oscar Wilde, The Letters of Oscar Wilde, London: Rupert Hart-Davis, 1962, 501.

17 Gabriel Josipovici, Text and Voice: Essays 1981-1991, Manchester: Carcanet Press, 1992, 138-163.

18 Franz Kafka, “The New Advocate”, in Collected Stories, edited and introduced by Gabriel Josipovici, London: Everyman Library, 1993, 163.

19 Ian Jack, “British Novelists: Small and Mean Maybe, but in Big Demand”, The Guardian, 11 September 2010. <http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/sep/11/ian-jack-british-novelists-amis-mcewan>.

20 Ibid.

21 Max Dunbar, art. cit.

22 Stephen Marche, “The Man Who Ruined the Novel”, Salon, 6 March 2008. <http://www.salon.com/2008/03/06/robbe_grillet/>.

23 Julian Evans, “Europe’s Lost Stories”, Prospect, July 2004. <http://www.julianevans.com/index.php?page_id=1000022>.

24 Gabriel Josipovici, The Singer on the Shore: Essays 1991-2004, Manchester: Carcanet Press, 2006, 1-59.

25 Sam Leith, “What Ever Happened to Modernism?, by Gabriel Josipovici”, The Sunday Times, 29 August 2010. <http://www.thesundaytimes.co.uk/sto/culture/books/non_fiction/article379421.ece>.

26 Gabriel Josipovici, “John Coffin Lecture in Literature”, The Times Literary Supplement, 30 November 2007.

27 Maurice Blanchot, The Writing of the Disaster, Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 1986, 47.

28 Gabriel Josipovici, “Modernism Still Matters”, art. cit.

29 Dalya Alberge, “Feted British Authors are Limited, Arrogant and Self-satisfied, Says Leading Academic”, The Guardian, 28 July 2010.

<http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/jul/28/gabriel-josipovici-dismisses-englishauthors>.

30 Tamar Yellin, “Writer in time: Interview with Gabriel Josipovici”, The Jewish Daily Forward, 4 March 2009, <http://forward.com/articles/103555/writer-in-time/>.

31 Gabriel Josipovici, The World and the Book: A Study of Modern Fiction, Basingstoke/London: Macmillan Press, 1971, 1.

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