Название: The End of the End of the Earth
Автор: Jonathan Franzen
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Природа и животные
isbn: 9780008299248
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Copyright © 2018 by Jonathan Franzen
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For their help with these essays, the author thanks Will Akers,
Ernesto Barbieri, Henry Finder, Adrian Forsyth, Susan Golomb,
Pilar Guzmán, Casey Lott, Etleva Pushi, Jamie Shreeve, and Nell Zink.
Jonathan Franzen asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
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Version: 2018-10-03
To Kathy, again,
and in memory of Martin Schneider-Jacoby
and Mindy Baha El Din
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
THE ESSAY IN DARK TIMES
MANHATTAN 1981
WHY BIRDS MATTER
SAVE WHAT YOU LOVE
CAPITALISM IN HYPERDRIVE
MAY YOUR LIFE BE RUINED
A FRIENDSHIP
A ROOTING INTEREST
TEN RULES FOR THE NOVELIST
MISSING
THE REGULARS
INVISIBLE LOSSES
9/13/01
POSTCARDS FROM EAST AFRICA
THE END OF THE END OF THE EARTH
XING PED
If an essay is something essayed—something hazarded, not definitive, not authoritative; something ventured on the basis of the author’s personal experience and subjectivity—we might seem to be living in an essayistic golden age. Which party you went to on Friday night, how you were treated by a flight attendant, what your take on the political outrage of the day is: the presumption of social media is that even the tiniest subjective micronarrative is worthy not only of private notation, as in a diary, but of sharing with other people. The U.S. president now operates on this presumption. Traditionally hard-news reporting, in places like The New York Times, has softened up to allow the I, with its voice and opinions and impressions, to take the front-page spotlight, and book reviewers feel less and less constrained to discuss books with any kind of objectivity. It didn’t use to matter if Raskolnikov and Lily Bart were likable, but the question of “likability,” with its implicit privileging of the reviewer’s personal feelings, is now a key element of critical judgment. And literary fiction itself is looking more and more like essay. Some of the most influential novels of recent years, by Rachel Cusk and Karl Ove Knausgaard, take the method of self-conscious first-person testimony to a new level. Their more extreme admirers will tell you that imagination and invention are outmoded contrivances; that to inhabit the subjectivity of a character unlike the author is an act of appropriation, even colonialism; that the only authentic and politically defensible mode of narrative is autobiography.
Meanwhile the personal essay itself—the formal apparatus of honest self-examination and sustained engagement with ideas, as developed by Montaigne and advanced by Emerson and Woolf and Baldwin—is in eclipse. Most large-circulation American magazines have all but ceased to publish pure essays. The form persists mainly in smaller publications that collectively have fewer readers than Margaret Atwood has Twitter followers. Should we be mourning the essay’s extinction? Or should we be celebrating its conquest of the larger culture?