La fatica di stare in mezzo alla gente a volte le era quasi intollerabile. La fatica di reggere il bisogno degli altri.
— Brian Morton, Florence Gordon

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La fatica di stare in mezzo alla gente a volte le era quasi intollerabile. La fatica di reggere il bisogno degli altri.
— Brian Morton, Florence Gordon
Hanna Coppock, Brian Morton's fiance, just turned 18. It's so jarring to see a birthday post that says "18! The year she's a wife!" Like, I knew she and Brian were young, but I had assumed they were at least both adults.
Not as bad as Isaac Anderson's "happy 18th birthday to my wife" post, but still.
An excellent essay by Brian Morton that resonates with my own piece from last January, “Against Intellectual Biblioclasm.”
Morton’s theses are twofold and worth repeating:
1. In reading classic literature, we are through the medium of the author’s sensibility and imagination encountering in a density unavailable through other media a vanished historical world;
2. Our own contemporary world is no less made up of choices and structures later generations will find unacceptable, and classic literature helps us to think this through with its own moral complexity and compromises.
What lends so much support to the latter point about avoiding self-righteousness and self-congratulation is that so many of the authors now dismissed for their injustice were themselves only recently added to “the canon,” whatever that is exactly, for the purpose of diversifying it; yet Wharton’s or Woolf’s being female, Forster’s and Whitman’s being gay, Wright’s being black, do not necessarily prevent them from sharing or even imaginarily requiring certain prejudices in the construction of their literary worlds. Or think of Dostoevsky, whose anti-Semitism stemmed in part from his belief that he needed to resist western dominance of his non-western country and culture; how many other anti-imperialisms are so compromised, even today?
There are many values to literature—some are not obviously social or political at all, like pleasure in the imaginative use of language—but its chief political and social value is to help us think about these issues in their proper complexity, which we will not be able to do if we apply simplistic moral judgments derived from present-day prejudices themselves susceptible to ethical critique.
The Penguin Guide to Jazz Recordings
Richard Cook/Brian Morton
2006
sve se potreslo: politika kulturnog prisvajanja
U doba globalnog kapitalizma zamišljanje životā drugih krucijalan je oblik solidarnosti. Piše: Brian Morton (Dissent, jesen 2020.) Izraz „drži se svoje prometne trake” prvi sam put čuo prije nekoliko godina, na radionici pisanja gdje sam predavao. Razgovarali smo o priči koju je student iz grupe, azijsko-američki muškarac, napisao o afričko-američkoj obitelji. Bilo je mnogo toga što se u toj…
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sve se potreslo: politika kulturnog prisvajanja
sve se potreslo: politika kulturnog prisvajanja
U doba globalnog kapitalizma zamišljanje životā drugih krucijalan je oblik solidarnosti. Piše: Brian Morton (Dissent, jesen 2020.*) Izraz „drži se svoje prometne trake ” prvi sam put čuo prije nekoliko godina, na radionici pisanja gdje sam predavao. Razgovarali smo o priči koju je student iz grupe, azijsko-američki muškarac, napisao o afričko-američkoj obitelji. Bilo je mnogo toga što se u toj…
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She was thinking that she was foolish to hope that someday, if she found the right path, she would be continuously happy. No one is that fortunate. The moments of beauty, the moments when you feel blessed, are only moments; but memory and imagination, treasuring them, can string them together like the delicate glories on the necklace her father had given her. Everything else passes away; that which you love remains. She had to believe this, even if she wasn’t sure it was true. ― Brian Morton, Starting Out in the Evening
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