As part of preparing for my Winter-Spring course on Romanticism, I have been reading Duncan Wuâs incisive 30 Great Myths about the Romantics (Wiley Blackwell, 2015). Iâm inwardly smiling at how little the world may care for a crisis involving a middle-aged woman teacher suddenly discovering that she has to unlearn everything she thought she knew about Romanticism. But, well, this is the crisis Iâm going through. I feel blessed and fortunate to be sharing it with my co-teachers, David Owen and Carme Font, who have been in charge of the course for several years. This crisis is already resulting in very fruitful discussion with them, and I am certainly benefitting from their experience and insights: David specializes in Austen, Carme is an expert on women writers of the 18th century, so you see what great company I keep!
I do not intend to comment here on all the thirty mythsâa kind word for liesâthat Wu destroys with his razor-sharp scholarship. Some are ideas which every self-respecting feminist has been battling for years (myth 25: âPercy Bysshe Shelley wrote Frankensteinâ); others are a matter of common sense, for it is obvious that myth 5, âthe Romantic poets were misunderstood, solitary geniusesâ, is nonsense. Almost as barefaced as myth 6, âRomantic poems were produced by spontaneous inspirationâ. Funnily, the myths about Byron are the ones I cannot stop thinking of, mostly because Wu is quite brutal with poor George Gordon. I accept with no problem, except Wuâs barely concealed homophobia, that Byron was a fat queen who preferred 15-year-old boys to women. Yet the demolition job applied to myth 19, âByron was a ânoble warriorâ who died fighting for Greek freedomâ, ends with a truly pathetic image: that of the poet dying in Greece not in the battlefield but at home, bled to death by incompetent physicians treating him for a fever caught from a tic in his dirty pet Newfoundland, Lyon. This is indeed the complete antithesis of Romanticism!
I must say that myth 14, âJane Austen had an incestuous relationship with her sisterââCassandra and the author shared a bed for 25 years, it seemsâthough improbably lurid made me reconsider again a nagging suspicion: Austen may have been a lesbian mocking the heterosexual women of her class, desperately seeking enslavement by the gentlemen of 1810s. An idea to consider when I teach Pride and Prejudice⊠with much care, for this is what Wu is attacking: using speculation and misinformation as the basis of scholarship. One thing is inviting students to consider âwhat ifâŠ?â Jane Austen had been a lesbian, and quite a different matter is accepting with no proof that this was her sexual identity and, hence, this is how we should read her books. If you find this second option preposterous (which it is!) then youâll be as surprised as I have been to discover that most assumptions about Romanticism are of that kind: empty bubbles very easy to puncture if only the right bibliography is read. For that is Wuâs main messageâif scholars worried to check their sources, the myths would not be perpetuated. An extremely important point to make in the age of fake news.
Iâll quote two passages from Wuâs âIntroductionâ that call for a profound reflection. âWhat we call Romanticâ, Wu observes, âmight more accurately be called Regency Wartime Literature were we to backdate the Regency, as some historians do, to 1788â (xiv). Anyone who has studied the early 19th century knows that, properly speaking, it begins in 1789 with the French Revolution and includes the Napoleonic Wars (1803-1815). I read a while back the twenty-two volumes by Patrick OâBrien narrating the adventures of Captain Aubrey and Doctor Maturin at sea during those wars, but even so I still find it problematic to connect Romanticism with war.
The problem also affects our understanding of Modernism (roughly 1910-1939) for similar reasons: the name attached to a particular movement is used for a historical period, thus breaking the neat monarch-based chronology of English Literature. âVictorian Literatureâ (1837-1901) should be preceded indeed by âRegency (Wartime) Literatureâ but, then, it is also followed by a mess of labels in the early 20th century which contemplate Edwardian and Georgian as periods but then get lost into Modernism and Post-Modernism (rather than the Second Elizabethan Age!). The point not to forget, however, is that Romanticism belongs in the Regency Period and that this was beset by revolution and war, as was Modernism (WWI, 1914-18; Irish uprising, 1916; Russian Revolution, 1917).
The second passage: âThe point is that the contemporary perspective was different from our own. Today Jane Austen is one of the most popular novelists of all time but in 1814 no one thought she would occupy that status, nor did they suspect an obscure engraver named Blake would 150 years later be hailed as a literary and artistic geniusâ (xv-xvi). The writers that Wu names as popular, best-selling names in Regency Wartime Literature (letâs start using the label) are not at all part of the canon that has survived, in which mostly unknown names with some exceptions (Byron, Scott) shine. I suspect that Wu cheats a little when he claims that âThe current popularity of Mary Shelleyâs Frankenstein and Hoggâs Confessions of a Justified Sinner would have been unimaginable to the scattered few who heard of them when they first appearedâ (xvi, my italics), for I believe that their fame soon grew (or am I perpetuating a myth?). Yet the point he makes is equally relevant. What survives from the past is a haphazard selection no person then living could foresee. If we could bring back a handful of common readers from the early 19th century they would be as amused (or dismayed) by our preferences as weâre certain to be should we return from death in the 23rd century. What great fun it is to guess who will survive!! I wonder that gambling houses are not already offering the chance to bet, for the benefit of our descendantsâŠ
Why do the myths persist? Wu replies that âThe limpet-like persistence of some myths may be related to the illusion they draw the Romantics closer to usâ (xviii) but Iâm not quite convinced. It might even be the other way round: Wuâs presentation of Byron as a flamboyant homosexual feels somehow more relatable than his reputation as a heterosexual Don Juan; likewise, his middle-class Keats, the well-educated Medicine student, makes more sense than the working-class apprentice apothecary killed off by a review. Wu, then, is the one approaching the Romantics to our time while debunking old and new myths (lesbian Austen!). Rather, what seems to be happening is that since the instability of the label âRomanticâ makes it impossible to understand what Romanticism truly was, we clutch at the myths, even knowing theyâre lies. At least they form a coherent body of knowledge, fossilized into respectability first by the Victorian critics and scholars, and later by all the rest until our days. The myths, in short, are convenient and, as we know both as students and teachers, theyâre also a convenient way to keep undergrads interested as they swallow with immense difficulties the poetry and the novels (we donât even touch the Romantic plays).
Wu is at his most sarcastic when he highlights the ânuttiness of the thesisâ defended among others by John Lauritsen, according to which Percy Shelley wrote Frankenstein. Why? Because any scholar who bothered to check the two volumes of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, The Frankenstein Notebooks: A Facsimile Edition of Mary Shelleyâs Manuscript Novel, 1816â17, edited by Charles E. Robinson (1996) could see that a) Percy contributed little and b) of no interest. Wu is specially annoyed because most of the textual evidence required not to blunder and perpetuate myths is easily accessible online. The point that he is making is transparent: all our knowledge of English Literature, beyond Romanticism, relies on bad scholarship; even worse, despite the efforts made in recent decades to correct the most glaring mistakes/lies/myths, they are still being perpetuated because nobody really cares about the truth. You may be thinking, âwell, I prefer my Byron thin, handsome, and a woman-eaterâ but apply lazy scholarship to other fields and we might get âStalin was never as big a genocidal tyrant as Hitlerâ, a myth we should question. For, you see?, if the History of Literature is based on almost indestructible myths, surely this also applies to History, only too easy to sum up as a pack of lies. Not what you want to do in Trumpâs era.
How should we, then, teach Romanticism? There is no introduction yet that follows faithfully Wuâs volume, which means that weâre bound to teach still a myth-based version of Romanticism (a mythical version?!). I see little sense in teaching the myth and the truth together to students who know nothing about Romanticism, yet I donât feel ready to incorporate fat queen Byron into my teachingâI might be starting another myth, for all I know. Then, as Google tells me, with two exceptions in minor colleges, everyone still uses the label âRomantic Literatureâ rather than âRegency (Wartime) Literatureâ, though Iâd be happy to re-name our course at UAB. What Wu has produced, then, is a sort of intaglio effect in cameo carving, by which you see the figure as concave or convex, depending on the light. I have reached the point when the effect is visible but, to be honest, I donât know how to proceed.
Well, I do know: hard study. I doubt, however, that I have before February the time it will take to undo 30 years of knowing the Romantic in the standard, clichĂ©d way. And this is how myths survive: by acquiring partial, biased knowledge we are later too pressed for timeâor too plain lazy!âto undo.
(PS: Now go and check myth 26, âWomen writers were an exploited underclassâunknown, unloved, and unpaidâ)
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