Finally, in “William Dean Howell,” Vidal elaborates on a theme in his essays which completely eluded me for nearly 200 pages.
Previously, I mentioned Vidal’s tendency to state his ideas…Which often sound much like opinions, or hypotheses…As if they were known facts. No supporting arguments whatsoever. One example is-I’m paraphrasing-“Novels are no longer written to be read; rather, they are written to be taught.”
How many times in the 192 pages that precede “William Dean Howell” did he say something to that effect? I don’t know. Conservative estimate: 7-10 times.
But no matter-I understand now.
The theme comes up during-Probably, in my opinion-This best, most complete of Vidal’s essays in the first 200 pages of United States. The topic is the titular William Dean Howell, newspaper editor and author.
Vidal introduces him artfully: In the context of the aftermath of the Haymarket riot of Chicago, 1886-Quick description of that event: Workers were politicizing the 8 hour day, things got out of hand, someone threw a bomb, people died, outcry. Vidal presents Howell as the only “intellectual” of any repute who came out against the courts for more or less at random indicting 8 individuals for for conspiracy to murder. “There was no hard evidence of any kind,” Vidal says.
I have wished to deal in facts. One of these is that we had a political execution n Chicago yesterday,
Howell said after 4 of the 8 men were hung.
(Of the others, one was let off early on, two had their sentences commuted, the last committed suicide before the execution.)
Grim times.
But let’s get back on the subject of Vidal’s “Novels are written to be taught” comment. I’ve often heard it said writers “write what they know.” So, for instance, a businessman writes about business; a socialite may write about ascending (or descending) the social ladder. Well, Vidal says “most of or novelists now teach school.” (To name one, Nabokov taught at Cornell.)
Then-Finally, the illumination I’ve been waiting for-He outlines a rather elaborate ecology of literature, beginning with an archetypal aspiring novelist:
[…] he would graduate from high school; go on to university and take a creative writing course; get an M.A. for having submitted a novel […] he will become a teacher. With luck, he will obtain tenure […] he will write novels that others like himself will want to teach just as he, obligingly, teaches their novels. He will visit other campuses as a lecturer and he will talk about his books and about those books written by other teachers to an audience made up of ambitious young people who intend to write novels to be taught by one another to the rising generation and so on and so on.
I regret I have no further insights, or even much of an opinion, whether there is much truth to his argument “novels are written to be taught.” But certainly, more novels are being written by students of literature, many of whom and steeped in the academic ecosystem outlined above.
Consider this essay a sort of self-conscious, poor man’s “Eureka” moment.