It became besotted with meaning subordinated everything to
it. Literary meaning was special. What made it special? Literary form. And thus
form was subordinated to meaning, and done so in such a way that little
independent attention was given to form. Thus form is an enormously important
concept in literary criticism, but is also hopelessly fuzzy. No one knows what
it is or how it works, except that it makes literary language special.
Critics wanted to literature to be a form of theology or
philosophy. Literary criticism had to produce THAT kind of knowledge, whatever
that was. Deconstruction shot a hole in that project and allowed/forced it to
continue on jury-rigged contraptions of duct tape and chewing gum. Then power
took over and held critics mesmerized. They devoted their time and energy to
evade the traps set by power.
They read texts as the world, the world as texts.
A hopeless mess.
A hopeless mess.
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