So yesterday Teju Cole posted this reflection on how the President’s reading habits influence, or rather don’t influence, his political and military decision making.
I responded with this comment:
It’s so strange to me that there is still anyone anywhere who think that there is any connection whatsoever between a given person’s reading preferences and his or her moral stature. There is no “civilizing function of literature”; people will only benefit morally from reading literature if they already have a strong moral formation. As Terry Eagleton wrote many years ago about the deeply cultured officers of the Third Reich, “When the Allied troops moved into the concentration camps … to arrest commandants who had whiled away their leisure hours with a volume of Goethe, it appeared that someone had some explaining to do.” Cole mentions this uncomfortable fact, but, reluctant to draw the obvious conclusion from it, remains puzzled that the President’s political and military decisions could somehow be at odds with what Cole imagines that a reader of Derek Walcott’s poetry would be likely to do. This is misbegotten in more ways than I can even list.
The idea that the reading of literature is somehow intrinsically ennobling is something I have been fighting against for a long time, but people always find this strange, and invariably, when I have popped off on this subject, someone says “Well, why are you a literature professor, then?”
I could simply say that I find literature immensely interesting both because of its aesthetic qualities and because of the insights it yields into the cultures from which it arises. And that would be enough. But in fact I do believe that literature can have a significant role in a person’s moral and even spiritual development: it just is highly unlikely to have a leading role. It has an ancillary role in character formation: what readers can get from literature largely depends on other, more powerful forces.
I’ll repeat here, with some emendations, something that I wrote to a friend last night. For most people literature has limited power to do character-shaping because of the limited range of ways it involves the person. (There are of course exceptions to this rule — I think of William Cobbett, for instance, whose whole life was, according to his own account, altered by reading Jonathan Swift. But even then I can’t help thinking that that could only happen because a whole range of complex experiences had prepared him to receive precisely what Swift had to say.)
Various forms of ritual enactment — Yoni Appelbaum is working on some of these matters in his dissertation-in-progress, and I put the point this way after corresponding with him — seem to me to have much greater power because (a) they engage our sensorium more completely and (b) they benefit from repetition. One of the things that interests me about Judaism, especially Orthodoxy, though I am too ignorant about this, is how it incorporates these features into the very act of Biblical interpretation, something that Christians rarely do — though those of us from liturgical traditions are shaped in so many ways by those repetitions. Thus the Catholic theologian Hans Urs von Balthasar wrote a massive multi-volume treatment of what he called Theo-Drama: Theological Dramatic Theory.
The complex social and cultural forces that find their embodiment in rituals — family rituals, educational ones, religious ones — are what determine how we read literature, how we are able to read literature. Literature in itself has, comparatively, very little power — but in conjunction with those forces, and primarily in their service, it can indeed help to change lives.
Or so I think. As G. C. Lichtenberg commented long ago, “A book is like a mirror; if an ass looks in, you can’t expect an apostle to look out.”



I’d put a different way. If the classic formulation of God being perfect “Beauty, Truth and Goodness” is taken as a starting point (and as organizing frameworks go – it ain’t bad), then perhaps one needs a certain measure of all three in one’s character to bear the fruit of any of them.
We are all sinners, so we will all fall short of the ideal of appreciating all three to one degree or another. But in some lives the disfiguring effect of sin hits one or two of the three especially hard, or the restorative effect of grace strengthens one or two especially well.
The cultured Nazi, I suspect, is a man whose finely tuned sense for the Beautiful is radically undermined by some combination of a massive deficit of Goodness (i.e. he is an instinctively cruel man) or a massive antipathy to the Truth (i.e. he believes the big lie that some persons aren’t really persons at all). And thus Beauty does not elevate his soul.
But just because one’s appreciation for Beauty has not yet saved one’s soul does not mean that it won’t, at least for some, be effectual in the fullness of time. The Holy Spirit takes his crowbar to whatever cracks he might find in the plaster of sin. And so if you line up two Nazis – one who appreciated Beauty and one who is a complete brute, then the betting man in me would say that the former is more likely to come to repentance eventually (and lest this be interpreted as me ascribing saving power to elite culture, the appreciation of beauty I speak of could equally be the officer who reads Goethe or the enlisted man who is enraptured by the folk songs of his Bavarian village or for that matter the majesty of dawn over a valley).
If Love is the greatest of Faith, Hope and Love (which I seem to remember reading somewhere) then I’ll take Goodness in a man before all else. You may be on to something in asserting that the exercise of what I’m calling here Goodness is typically more physical and thus more likely to soak into the bones. But after that I’m not sure I’d prioritize Truth over Beauty or vice versa. Neither should be dismissed for both are also attributes of the Absolute. If nothing else, the exercise of Goodness is exhausting. Beauty and Truth both have the ability to act as fuel to the exhausted soul.