Review: Jonathan Roberts, Blake. Wordsworth. Religion.
Transcript of Review: Jonathan Roberts, Blake. Wordsworth. Religion.
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Jonathan Roberts. Blake. Wordsworth. Reli-gion. London: Continuum, 2010. xiv + 127 pp.£50.00/$90.00, hardcover; £16.99/$27.95, pa-perback; £16.99/$26.99, e-book.
Reviewed by Bruce Graver
Bruce Graver ([email protected]) is professor ofEnglish at Providence College.
1 B lake. Wordsworth. Religion. is the third title in the NewDirections in Religion and Literature series, published
by Continuum Books. The earlier titles, The New AtheistNovel and Do the Gods Wear Capes?, give some sense ofwhat these new directions might be. So it was comfortingto see a stodgy title like Blake. Wordsworth. Religion., even
though the scant 100 pages of the book seem undersizedfor its subject.
2 In fact, Jonathan Roberts has no intention of being com-prehensive. Rather, he focuses on Blake’s verse letter toThomas Butts, “To my Friend Butts I write,” and on theSolitary’s vision of the heavenly Jerusalem in book 2 ofWordsworth’s The Excursion, and uses them to demonstratehow poetry offers “a different type of engagement withreligion: one that can enrich rather than narrow under-standing, include rather than exclude, and creatively inter-relate—rather than destructively set at odds—differentapproaches to religion” (1). In his introduction, Roberts de-scribes his approach in some detail, calling it experimentaland “unusual”:
Chapter by chapter I present a range of different inter-pretive perspectives, many of which conflict with one an-other, and I do so without attempting to reconcile themsystematically. … The conflict is not an analytical inade-quacy that must be mastered …. Rather, the insoluble di-versity of critical approaches to these writers is a markof their poetry’s rich internal dialogue and hermeneuticalplenitude. (3)
Some of these “perspectives” “are recognizably academic,”he asserts, but others are not:
I have also included non-scholarly voices, even when thisinclusiveness means that some sections … are distinctly“unacademic”. My hope is that the different methodologies… will bring this diversity into focus without using anyone approach to trump the others …. For this reason, I at-tempt to identify with each of these positions, but not ex-clusively with any single one of them. (3-4)
So, according to the introduction, we are to expect a bookthat mixes the scholarly with the non-academic, one thatdoes not develop a traditional argument, but instead ex-plores the two poems from a variety of angles, withoutprivileging any of them. And the aim is not so much to saysomething new about Blake or Wordsworth; rather, it is touse their poems as a way of exploring the nature of reli-gious experience.
3 The subsequent chapters make it even clearer that this isnot a scholarly book, in spite of Roberts’s occasional protes-tations to the contrary. Chapter 2, for instance, consistsmainly of the texts of the Blake and Wordsworth passageshe will discuss, prefaced by introductions of the sort onemight find in an undergraduate anthology. Thus, in a bookof about 100 pages of critical matter, fifteen percent of thetext is devoted to introducing and supplying texts. Whenhe proceeds to discuss them, he does so as promised, in avariety of ways. But is this, as Roberts insists, a “hermeneu-
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tical plenitude,” or is it something else? Chapter 4, for in-stance, “Autobiography,” purports to give an autobiograph-ical account of a mescaline trip that happened somewherebetween Windermere and Hawkshead—perhaps across thestreet from Beatrix Potter’s home in Near Sawrey. Robertswrites:
Ever since that experience … I have had a new, continuingvisual appreciation of all art forms, an appreciation whichI did not have before. Moreover, I have realized that quiteliterally everything is Self, everything in the whole field ofexperience …. Since this realization, the mystical strand ofBlake’s and Wordsworth’s poetry has a far clearer meaningto me than before. (46)
This realization leads Roberts to take up the relationshipof “Mysticism and Psychedelics” (the title of chapter 5),including a catalogue of famous writers and their experi-ments with mind-altering drugs, and we learn, eventually,that the earlier account of his mescaline trip was in fact apastiche of Huxley, Ginsberg, Traherne, and one Christo-pher Mayhew, MP, and may not have been autobiograph-ical at all (or maybe it was?). Then, having extolled theways in which psychedelic drugs lead to mystical insight,Roberts abruptly changes tune in chapter 6 (“Theology”),asserting that, of course, drugs are bad: they “cause andsustain wars, lead to violence,” and so on—as if these werethings his readers didn’t know. And here he leaves the textsof Blake and Wordsworth almost entirely out of the dis-cussion, except to argue that the two weren’t really mysticsanyway (at least according to R. C. Zaehner, and contraEvelyn Underhill, whom he cites extensively in chapter 5).
4 Ultimately, this kind of bait and switch is tiresome. Robertswants to have everything as many ways as possible, teasingthe reader, without engaging himself seriously with his an-nounced subject. Which leads one to ask why the book waspublished at all, especially at such a prohibitively highprice. I can imagine it as a pamphlet or chapbook, gracingthe counter of a San Francisco bookshop in the late 60s,and read by a handful of locals on their way to the nextDoors concert. But at $90 for the hardcover, about a dollarper page of critical prose, Continuum Books isn’t selling tothat market: they are aiming at academic libraries and ac-quisitions librarians who see only a title. To my mind, thisis deeply problematic. At least, advise your libraries not toorder this book automatically, so that we do not becomecomplicit in publishing ventures of this sort.
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