Twain v. Cooper
I have been laboriously attempting to read reading James Fenimore Cooper's The Pioneers for a report. Ugh, what a snoozer wonderful piece of classic literature, yes.
Truthfully, the book is a drudgery to read. I'd heard much of Cooper's works and was eager to read one of them. I admit I am disappointed. The Deerslayer is no better. I like the descriptions of the Mohawk Valley, and there is a thrill in picturing Cooperstown as the frontier l'enfant. But the romance ends there. Dry, dull, aimless, and long-winded. Zzzzzzz.
I discovered that Mark Twain felt similarly. I am only devoting a mere blog entry to my disdain; Twain wrote an entire essay describing his angst over Cooper's writing.
There are nineteen rules governing literary art in domain of romantic fiction -- some say twenty-two. In "Deerslayer," Cooper violated eighteen of them. These eighteen require:
1. That a tale shall accomplish something and arrive somewhere. But the "Deerslayer" tale accomplishes nothing and arrives in air.
2. They require that the episodes in a tale shall be necessary parts of the tale, and shall help to develop it. But as the "Deerslayer" tale is not a tale, and accomplishes nothing and arrives nowhere, the episodes have no rightful place in the work, since there was nothing for them to develop.
3. They require that the personages in a tale shall be alive, except in the case of corpses, and that always the reader shall be able to tell the corpses from the others. But this detail has often been overlooked in the "Deerslayer" tale.
4. They require that the personages in a tale, both dead and alive, shall exhibit a sufficient excuse for being there. But this detail also has been overlooked in the "Deerslayer" tale.
The list contines. Twain's conclusion?
I shall punish the reader no further.I may be mistaken, but it does seem to me that "Deerslayer" is not a work of art in any sense; it does seem to me that it is destitute of every detail that goes to the making of a work of art; in truth, it seems to me that "Deerslayer" is just simply a literary delirium tremens.
A work of art? It has no invention; it has no order, system, sequence, or result; it has no lifelikeness, no thrill, no stir, no seeming of reality; its characters are confusedly drawn, and by their acts and words they prove that they are not the sort of people the author claims that they are; its humor is pathetic; its pathos is funny; its conversations are -- oh! indescribable; its love-scenes odious; its English a crime against the language.
I have always wondered why schools never prescribed Cooper's books for Literature class. Now I know. Drop-out rates would escalate to dangerous levels. But then again, schools have no problem assigning banal and depressing works like Death of a Salesman and The Pearl. Zzzzzz.
I love Mark Twain books. I remember reading Tom Sawyer in middle school, but Twain has much better books. I heartily enjoyed Roughing It and Innocents Abroad. These are some of the best American books I have ever read.
I doubt I will completely read The Pioneers, and I doubt I will continue my plan for The Deerslayer. Oh well, there goes my venture into fiction reading. Back to non-fiction. I am enjoying reading Phillip Johnson's Reason in the Balance, a book Theophobe is also reading. Hopefully, we will jointly blog about it when we complete it.








