There is probably little that is as defeating, deflating, and hair-pullingly infuriating as writing such a sentence as I recently wrote: “Let us now leave the natural world for just a few pages, and shift our attention to Thoreau’s understanding of work.” I was jammed between a passage that had just barely reeled itself into coherence, and a crucial, half-formed thought waiting only for me to come up with a decent transition. And for an hour I tried all of my standby writer’s un-blockers: pacing, playing guitar, drinking tea, staring out across the street at the apartments piled one on the other. And the best I had managed to come up with was that phrase: “Let us now leave the natural world for just a few pages, and shift our attention to Thoreau’s understanding of work.”
Writing is a chore, it is unnatural and abstract compared to the immediacy and community of interpersonal speech; and as the postmodernists have shown us, written language itself is a slippery thing. My choice of solipsism, intertextual nods (thanks, Ed Abbey), and vivifying verbs might all add up to a monster run amok. So we (apprentice) historians can perhaps be forgiven if we decide to shuck the literary pretension in favor of tightly structured, purely analytical prose conceived as an efficient information-delivering instrument. What could be clearer than the tried-and-true trinity, evident in many a text, “Three central factors converge to explain this event: A, B, and C,” or the chapter that begins with a schematic introduction and overview, ends with a tidy sum-it-all-up conclusion, and is stuffed between beginning and end with the necessary facts and figures?
But we (apprentice) historians are also great consumers of books. And while the ultra-schematized histories make cursory skimming easy, they are, I think, infrequently read. Of course, pages get flipped and eyes mechanically scan lines of text, but the histories that demand real reading with a pen and notebook and frequent pauses to reflect on whatever it is the author is trying to show are seldom the histories that easily break down into a detailed outline.
The other day I read one of these difficult, beautiful books – Dipesh Chakrabarty’s Provincializing Europe – and it gave me a burst of energy, a sense of sheer joy and hope. Its force threw into high relief what it is that is missing from efficient, mechanical writing: soul. Chakrabarty is wrestling with a slippery set of questions: How to incorporate the non-rational into an ultra-rational academic discourse? How to honor historical difference? How to self-consciously write in a way that does not violate academic convention on the one hand, and the irreducible uniqueness of history on the other? And in doing so, he runs right up against the boundaries of history. His is not an experimental work, but it is an elegant, explicitly passionate effort to harmonize academic rigor with what I take to be his sneaking suspicion that overly neat categorization flies wide of the mark.
In the end, my paper earned me the grade I wanted, and maybe that is what finally makes me squirm: “Let us now leave the natural world for just a few pages, and shift our attention to Thoreau’s understanding of work,” is empty, purely instrumental, a means to a grade. Rather than a high note that floats on the air, compellingly and tauntingly just out of reach, one can only come to the end of a sentence like mine with relief that it has finally ended. Instead, I want to stand with Chakrabarty, to strain my eyes, and mind, and the pen in my fingers for a glimpse of what is just out there, just beyond the light cast by “This study argues that…,” for the things that stalk through the gloaming.
-Daegan
“Things that stalk through the gloaming” may earn you some sort of cosmic forgiveness for “Let us leave the natural world…” I wonder whether seminar papers are able to be all the things we want our writing to be. They can be better or worse, of course, but ultimately, their purpose is to show “I have processed a number of complex things and found a clear explanation in them.” Ultimately, perhaps the seminar paper is supposed to be instrumental, soul-less. Perhaps if we gave them our soul (three of them, every term) we would never get to writing that matters, the writing where we get more air (writing that I pretend I’ll have room for in the dissertation, though I fear that this same line of excuse might emerge then as well.) Where should we conserve? Where should we extend? How long does a seminar paper ultimately deserve? What role should it play in our movement from (apprentice) historians to a less hesitant embracing of that title?
Too many historians do not anymore write plainly. At times, reading historical literature is a drudgery because of the use of irrelevant and long words. I agree with George Orwell that English is “in a bad way.” This is nowhere as evident as it is in historical writing. We can take for example an excerpt that was written above. Daegan wrote, ” And while the ultra-schematized histories make cursory skimming easy, they are, I think, infrequently read.” Sentences of that kind can hurt the eyes and can discourage the reader from perusing anymore (for I gave up after that line!). When one skims, it is implied that one skims in a cursory way; therefore it makes no sense to place “cursory” before “skimming.” Or there is no reason to parenthetically state “I think” when the opinion obviously belongs to the writer. Writing in this way kills the idea attempting to be expressed by the author. There are worst examples. The historian Fernando Coronil wrote:
“If the complex set of cultural transformations associated with post-modernity entails a crisis of metanarratives and a related privileging of simultaneity over sequentiality and of surfaces over depth, it is understandable that the “postmodernization of geography” may be beleived to lead…to the displacement of time by space.”
This one sentence is dressed well with long theoretical words, but it holds no evocative power. And that is what historians must be minding: the evocative power of their writings, and not who it will impress in their field.
oh, snap!!