This question of books moving across cultures and all that it applies is fascinating, particularly in the contemporary context. There are so many strata out there, it seems impossible to take the long view. Just as an example, this is Black History Month in the US. The area of Cleveland I live in is, I gather, the "black" part of town. What this means is that, unlike other parts of town, the odds are if you go somewhere public here, you will see someone black. (As a side note, having grown up in the South, this feels normal to me. When I go to the West Side and find myself in, say, a restaurant populated entirely by white people, it seems creepy.) I was just in Borders this evening, picking up some non-canonical literature, Robert Jordan if you must know, and I noticed the Black Authors display behind the coffee bar. I found it interesting that intermixed with such great talents as Toni Morrison and Langston Hughes were authors who I imagine few white people read--Eric Jerome Dickey, for example--who are not at all marketed to white people and, I say having peered into select volumes out of curiousity, don't write nearly as well as Morrison or Hughes. But, in any given bookstore, they're on the same little shelf-ghetto, "African American Literature," which is right next to Science Fiction. In point of fact, I was once confounded by trying to find books by James Baldwin in the "Literature" section and seeing none, until I realized that I should be looking in the Af-Am area.
I'm not sure if I can say what, exactly, the point of that story is without simplifying it too much. Authors move in mysterious ways, across cultures and groups seemingly without much impetus. Richard Wright is a great black author, but he's not great enough or black enough for James Baldwin, who one might just as well find in the "Gay/Lesbian" section. Toni Morrison and Terry McMillan don't really belong on the same shelf, but yet they do. There are people working in bookstores hemmed in by stacks of "Left Behind" books who don't recognize the name Nabokov. While there are academics who read books published by university presses which exist for all intents and purposes, only in a unviersity world.
Literature is confusing and very large. The Canon, if there is one, is a kind of map, highly mutable, for beginners, who are tourists out of necessity. Some people, grant's Masterpiece Theiatre crowd, stick to it with more rigour than most of the authors in it would find comfortable. Some people ignore it altogether. It's not evil, it's not good, it's not definitive and it's probably not fair, but it is a source of great power, or can be when used properly--an attribute which, like most of literature,is ignored until someone starts abusing it.
So, basically, the politics of great literature: I don't know. |