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The last Modernist?

James Wood's introduction to Henry Green's novels in this week's TLS

is admirably clear and fluent. I read it furtively at my desk through

the working day and never lost the flow. Much as I appreciated the

stimulation, two things bothered me. First, it does have the whiff of

upper class English boys admiring that the slums got so much soul:

"one of Green's greatest literary achievements is his ability to write

about unliterary people, and to catch the half-thoughts of unlettered

minds". I don't believe such people exist.

Later though Wood admits that "a great deal of [Green's] genius lies

in how he invented a plausible magic on the page for his speakers".

Speech in his novels "is consistently more savoury and inventive than

it would ever have been in ordinary life". He gives the example of the

word `draggers' used by one of Green's best characters: it's "a

literary word", he says, "but it does not belong to high-literary

diction". What, I'd like to know, isn't a literary word? And more,

what isn't high-literary diction? Is it something like the opposite of

speech in ordinary life? If so, how can we know what it is once it is

presented on the page? If it's convincing, wouldn't this be because

it's a plausible magic? And if it isn't convincing, then it's probably

not literary enough.

The oddest thing, however, is the title: the last English Modernist.

Wood doesn't justify labelling Green a modernist, let alone explaining

why he is the last one in this country. Perhaps it is because

he removed those vulgar spoors of presence whereby authors

communicate themselves to readers: he never internalizes his

characters' thoughts, hardly ever explains a character's motive,

and avoids the authorial adverb, which so often helpfully flags a

character's emotion to readers ("She said, grandiloquently").

This seems to be the nearest to an explanation. Maybe I have missed

something. But modernism isn't a style or even a range of techniques.

One could say it's an implicit exploration and critique of style and

technique. Admittedly the majority of postwar English novelists didn't

give much attention to such explorations and critiques, but I can

think of a few. Yet according to Wood "English literary Modernism

essentially expired" after Loving, Green's 1945 novel. Perhaps it

seemed to expire because there was a dearth of popular English critics

who wanted to write about literature as an artistic problem rather

than an insight into the half-thoughts of the little people or as a

cultural phenomenon or as mere entertainment. This might answer why a

writer like Green has remained "so essentially neglected".

Ten years ago, in my first review for Spike (of a book called The Last

Modernist), I lamented "the assumption that modernism is an historical

event rather than a virus at the heart of culture". Nothing has

changed. The assumption continues. It's a shame that the most powerful

contemporary English critic isn't drawing our attention to neglected

contemporary writers. I can think of a few.

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