I'm taking a class in the American Renaissance. The professor has structured the class according to the following idea: Emerson and Hawthorne epitomize opposing views on life and art, and other American writers of this period tend to fall within one camp or another.
Emerson believed that humanity is essentially good, and therefore our first-hand spiritual intuitions about reality are to be trusted and affirmed. Our own souls must be our primary and final authority. Evil is ultimately illusory, not existing in itself but only as the absence of the good. If we look within, we find God.
Hawthorne evidently believed the opposite. (I say "evidently" because we haven't gotten to him yet in class, and my own experience reading his work is very limited.) Our intuitions are not to be trusted. Evil is real, and our own individual judgment is more likely to be evil than good. Societal restrictions upon our own individual souls are necessary and should not be removed. If we look within, we are more likely to find human weakness and evil.
This reminds me of a number of parallels. I am reminded of Jung and Freud, for instance. Freud was clearly of the Hawthornian strain. Jung didn't go as far as Emerson in trusting the individual soul, but in contrast to Freud, he is way further on the Emersonian side.
I am also reminded of Buddhism and Christianity. Christianity has the doctrine of Original Sin; Buddhism emphatically does not.
What all of this comes down to: What is the true nature of humanity, and of reality in general? Fallen or not-fallen?
Buddhist and Jungian that I am, I lean towards the Emersonian side. I think Freud and Hawthorne and Augustine are accurate about how people tend to be. Buddhism recognizes this; habitual ignorance and hatred are the main impediments toward enlightenment. The difference is that one philosophy sees this habit as the core of human nature, or at least as too strong to surpass. In the other view, evil is like clouds. Sometimes the sun is fully obscured, but the sun is still there.
Of course, this relates to my previous musings about vertical/horizontal and mystical/non-mystical. It seems clear to me that the academic literary world tends to be strongly Hawthornian, based on what seems to me a tragically inadequate view of what people really are, or can be. In my class, the majority definitely favors Hawthorne over Emerson. Our most recent discussion focused on Emerson's contention (also held by Buddhism and to some extent present even in Catholic theology) that evil is merely the absence of good, like cold is the absence of heat.
Some people can see only evil. Some thinkers look at art and see only the evils of bad capitalist people. Such an anemic vision of ourselves and of the world is killing English departments all over this country, and it is killing the literary culture in general. But despite this analysis I've just presented, I don't really understand the aversion to Emerson and the favoring of the Hawthornian attitude. I just don't get it, and I am thus excluded from the very area of the culture that I've worked rather hard to join. This troubles me. I'm tired of feeling like I'm behind enemy lines in the English departments and literary circles that should feel to me like home.
Where's that title from?
I.
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream.
Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds,
Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,
With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,
Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg,
Scraped at my cradle in a walking word
That night of time under the Christward shelter:
I am the long world's gentleman, he said,
And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.
-- Dylan Thomas
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