WeepingElf wrote: ↑Sat Jun 21, 2025 7:19 amliterary criticism has always be an arcane art to me of which I understand
nothing. The problem started in school, where we were expected to appreciate texts that mostly did not move me at all.
Oh, literary criticism is quite easy in essence: the purpose of the Literary Critic is to persuade the Reader that the story the Author is telling has nothing to do with the one the Reader thinks they are reading, or have read, as the case may be, but is actually something completely different and far more profound. You might think you've just read a strange little story about a whale, but it's really an elaborate metaphor for decades of British rule in Ireland, and if you aren't able to appreciate that without it being pointed out to you first, you're a Lesser Kind Of Person.
That said, being expected to appreciate works of art which did not move me at all
1 did make up rather a lot of my secondary-school education.
1. With one exception, a book which moved me greatly when I read it independently but which was ruined for me when we studied it in English Literature
2 classes.
2. One of only two official exams I ever officially failed.
"But he had reckoned without my narrative powers! With one bound I narrated myself up the wall and into the bathroom, where I transformed him into a freestanding sink unit.
We washed our hands of him, and lived happily ever after."