Can Ozick Escape Politics?
By JONATHAN GRONER
QUARREL & QUANDARY
Essays
By Cynthia Ozick.
247 pages. Knopf. $25.00.
An essay, Cynthia Ozick tells us in this collection, is
"a thing of the imagination." It has "no educational, polemical,
or sociopolitical use; it is the movement of a free mind at play. Though it is
written in prose, it is closer in kind to poetry than to any other form. Like a
poem, a genuine essay is made out of language and character and mood and
temperament and pluck and chance." The ideal essay, from Ozick's
perspective, is detached from the world, apolitical, a thing of beauty for its
own sake. After all, Ozick makes haste to point out in her introduction,
"I resist the political, and am reluctant to take on its spots and stripes."
In an essay on essays included in this book (what an
interesting self-referential idea!), Ozick argues that she may not, for
example, be intellectually persuaded by the ideology of Ralph Waldo Emerson as
a general matter, but that "Emerson—his voice, his language, his music,
persuades me." To Ozick, the essay is a literary artifact, a window into
the workings of a writer's mind, an opportunity to be seduced and taken in.
This is the standard Ozick sets for herself as an essayist.
But the book itself shows how difficult it is for Ozick to live up to this
ideal and how strong the tug of political engagement can be. In Quarrel
& Quandary, as in her previous anthologies, she succeeds in the
immediate and daunting goal of capturing and holding the reader's constant
attention. Whether she is writing about Holocaust literature, the strange fate
of Anne Frank's diary in the American theater, the cinematic quality of Henry
James, or the endless vitality of New York City, her trains of thought stop at
unusual stations. Ozick on the Unabomber: "What feels alien to America is
the philosophical criminal of exceptional intelligence and humanitarian purpose
who is driven to commit murder out of an uncompromising idealism."
Ozick on the book of Job: "[Job's] new knowledge is
this: that a transcendent God denies us a god of our own devising." Ozick
on New York: "What Manhattan talks about, obliquely or openly—what it
thinks about, whatever the season—is ambition." But Ozick's situation is
actually much more complicated than that. It turns out that purity and
precision of thought and expression are not enough for her. In another part of
this book, Ozick obliquely declares her true literary aspirations. It seems
quite clear to me from the essay "Public Intellectuals" that Ozick wishes
to be considered a member of that rare species. A public intellectual, she
writes, is one who knows "that history is where we swim, that we are in
it, that we can't see over or around it, that it is our ineluctable task to
grapple with it." Socrates, Isaiah, Maimonides, Voltaire, and Hannah
Arendt—quite an assemblage!—were public intellectuals, because they engaged
themselves with society. Montaigne, George Eliot, and Lionel Trilling were not,
because they stayed resolutely out of politics.
On the evidence provided by this book, it seems to me that
it is hard for Ozick to resist the temptation to go "public." The
world is too much with her. Evil is a presence in human history, and withdrawal
from the public stage is not an option. The whole point of the distinction she
makes between public and nonpublic intellectuals is to excoriate E.M. Forster
for advocating "art for art's sake" in 1941 as a credo in the face of
the oncoming Holocaust. That attitude is morally unacceptable to Ozick; to refuse
to challenge Hitler is in effect to be his accomplice.
Similarly, Ozick assails William Styron's Sophie's Choice
on the grounds that Styron made the main character of the novel a concentration
camp inmate who is a Polish Catholic, not a Jew. The result of this writer's
choice is "to dilute and to obscure, and ultimately to expunge, the real
nature of the Holocaust," she writes. These are most distinctly not the
words of the poet, the "free mind at play" that Ozick presents to us
elsewhere as the ideal of the essayist. To the extent that Ozick's politics can
be discerned from this collection, they are neither blandly liberal nor
conventionally conservative. They are best described as the result of the
fierce application of seriousness and cold realism to human events. In
contrast, thinkers who are obsessed with "lightness," with the
"ephemeral," (some of Ozick's chosen words of disdain) are those who
prove themselves "minor in brain and intuition."
Ozick can be infuriating, prickly, thorny, and sometimes
prone to self-contradiction. But she is a master of the English sentence. Quarrel
& Quandary more than repays a careful reading.