The last book I read that had an impact on me, hmm. In answering this I’m realising that I haven’t actually read anything new since January - this is what happens when you’re done with coursework and just teaching and researching all the time. I re-read Alexandra Harris’s Romantic Moderns recently and was reminded of how good it is, and how (when I first read it) it restored my faith in my own project, because the things Harris is talking about (how modernity doesn’t always HAVE to signal a break with tradition, thank you Ezra Pound, and how some of the 20th century anxiety about the rapidly approaching future/war/mechanisation could be alleviated by looking to the past instead of plunging boldly ahead à la Futurism or similar movements) are things I want to talk about too, and just apply to different content. And it’s always nice when you’re in a moment of doubting your own work and you come across something that validates your position, while being just different enough in content to still allow for your own discourse on the topic.
I also have a quote taped to the wall beside my desk from a book I haven’t actually read in 3 years but keep coming back to: James Agee’s Let Us Now Praise Famous Men. That book isn’t taught much anymore, and a lot of criticism doesn’t have a clue what to do with Agee, who was this disgruntled poet sent out to Alabama in 1936 by Fortune magazine to write a “lifestyle” fluff piece about tenant farmers and instead wrote hundreds of pages about the human reality of people living in absolutely depressing conditions and tried to bridge Romanticism with Realism and make people aware that yes, actually, these are human beings just like you up in New York City, and writing about this is hard and maybe the text produced is incoherent sometimes but you know what, life is incoherent sometimes, and cruel, and we should take care of each other. This is someone who, in all sincerity, wrote things like, “The world is our home,” and, “Inwhat way were we trapped? where, our mistake? what, where, how, when,what way, might all these things have been different, if only we haddone otherwise? […] How did we get caught? Why is it thingsalways seem to go against us? Why is it there can’t ever be anypleasure in living?” and, “Oneby one we are becoming stronger, and one by one in the terribleemptiness and the leisure we shall burn and tremble and shake withlust, and one by one we shall loosen ourselves from this place [. ..] and we will know how to do things right; it will be verydifferent:) (?:)” And yes, that closing punctuation, parentheses and question mark and colon and all, is Agee’s, because Praise is a singularly weird book in its formatting sometimes. I don’t know, I just really love what he’s trying to do, and critics sort of throw him under the bus as being too emotional or too insecure and it’s like, fuck you guys, at least he tried to write about things that mattered to him (and I happen to think the work he produced is beautiful). Clearly I have a lot of feelings about Agee, haha. I’m working on an article about him, actually, which is one of my summer tasks. It will have to be a lot more professional than this was just now, but I hope you see my point about why this text is important to me.