Death of the Critic [Hardcover]

Ronan McDonald (Author)

Book Description

ISBN-10: 0826492797 | ISBN-13: 978-0826492791 | Publication Date: December 30, 2007

The critic has long been a reviled figure, at best the mere handmaiden of the "creative" arts, at worst a parasite upon them. For Brendan Behan, critics are like eunuchs in a harem. They know how it is done. They have seen it done every day.

But they are unable to do it themselves. In an age of book clubs, celebrity endorsements and bloggers, what role is there now for the professional critic as an arbiter of artistic value? Are literature and the arts merely a question of personal taste? Is one opinion "as good as another"? Rónán McDonald's The Death of the Critic seeks to defend the role of the public critic. He argues against recent claims that all artistic value is simply relative and subjective. This forceful, accessible and eloquent book considers why high profile, public critics such as William E mpson, F.R. Leavis or Lionel Trilling, become much rarer in the later twentieth century. Alert to the cultural and academic climate of both the UK and the USA, this controversial and timely intervention will engage scholars, students, critics and anyone concerned with the role of literary and artistic culture in the public sphere.

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McDonald argues that crowing blog-based citizen opinionistas, triumphant over shrinking print media coverage of books are simply kicking a dead horse; the lit critic, it seems, was killed already by the an out-of-control sense of cultural relativism, which has over the 20th century wormed its way into literature programs, engendering artistic and aesthetic relativism. McDonald contends that the idea of artistic expression's equanimity, and the subsequent equanimity of opinion regarding that expression, has marginalized the important and difficult work of honestly evaluating artistic worth. Emphasizing literature, his specialty, McDonald illustrates how trendy efforts to make art more scientific, more academic or more cultural ultimately undermine its role as art, making it more difficult (if not impossible) to consider with the language of art. McDonald illustrates how specific movements-including romanticism, fin-de-siecle and radical aesthetic individualism-have obscured and in some cases removed entirely those traditional standards of value. A daring, but fitting, comparison between aesthetics and ethics shows how standards may be relative but are never irrelevant; McDonald's cogent, largely convincing attempt to pin the critic's murder on relativism is sure to raise eyebrows among academics, though it doesn't do much to instill hope of the critic's resurrection.
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"A lively, rigorous argument for the future of criticism."

Brian Dillon, Irish Times

(Brian Dillon, Irish Times Irish Times, The )

"McDonald argues that crowing blog-based citizen opinionistas, triumphant over shrinking print media coverage of books are simply kicking a dead horse; the lit critic, it seems, was killed already by the an out-of-control sense of cultural relativism, which has over the 20th century wormed its way into literature programs, engendering artistic and aesthetic relativism. McDonald contends that the idea of artistic expression's equanimity, and the subsequent equanimity of opinion regarding that expression, has marginalized the important and difficult work of honestly evaluating artistic worth. Emphasizing literature, his specialty, McDonald illustrates how trendy efforts to make art more scientific, more academic or more cultural ultimately undermine its role as art, making it more difficult (if not impossible) to consider with the language of art. McDonald illustrates how specific movements—including romanticism, fin-de-siecle and radical aesthetic individualism—have obscured and in some cases removed entirely those traditional standards of value. A daring, but fitting, comparison between aesthetics and ethics shows how standards may be relative but are never irrelevant; McDonald's cogent, largely convincing attempt to pin the critic's murder on relativism is sure to raise eyebrows among academics, though it doesn't do much to instill hope of the critic's resurrection." (Dec.) --Publishers Weekly

(Publishers Weekly )

"[A] satisfyingly chewy new book"

(Prospect Magazine )

"The thorniest reasons for this cutback, the ones that deal with internal fractures within criticism itself, are just now beginning to be addressed. In his provocative, enormously informative new book, "The Death of the Critic," Rónán McDonald dives into this territory with both sleeves rolled up. He traces the current suspicion of the critic's role to debates that have raged since Plato. Forget about bloggers, cut-rate publishers, and amazon.com (the usual suspects); the critic's killer, McDonald argues, is criticism itself.

...The critic isn't dead. In fact, the defibrillators that can bring him or her back are all around us, and you can find many of them in this smart, useful little book." --John Freeman, Boston Globe

(John Freeman Boston Globe )

The virtue of this book is that, while it is a strong protest against what has been a prevailing climate in English departments, it is neither blimpish nor complacent. ...his regrets have been expressed with irresistible clarity. --Times Literary Supplement

"Whenever you think of this 21st-century world, McDonald's assessment poses serious question that beg for specific application...When McDonald argues that criticism needs to be more evaluative, he isn't talking thumbs up or down. He means criticism that takes seriously the role of engaging with the issues and aesthetics of the work at hand...So that eye-catching but perhaps overstated title is a bit of a misnomer. The critic isn't dead. In fact, the defibrillators that can bring him or her back are all around us, and you can find many of them in this smart, useful little book." —John Freeman, The Boston Globe, March 5, 2008

(John Freeman )

"McDonald has penned a passionate four-chapter eulogy for a practice that he believes can be reborn...in a pair of core chapters- about critical value, and science and sensibility- McDonald's phrasing and historical erudition are as sharp as the bloody knife on the cover." --San Francisco Bay Guardian

"[A] deft polemic, ... the virtue of this book is that it is neither blimpish nor complacent ... [and it is ] expressed with irresistible clarity."
John Mullan, The Times [Web], Thursday 13th March 2008

Reviewed in German by Thomas Vaessens, Boeken, 8th February 2008.

Title mentioned in Times Higher Education Supplement, March 2008

"The Death of the Critic is a concise and persuasive argument for the necessity of an engaged, evaluative criticism of literature, one in which critics address readers instead of each other." -Post No Ills Magazine

"McDonald's argument is witty and persuasive"

English Drama Media Journal, October 2008

Author review of another book, menion of this book at end credits, The Observer. 4 January 2009.

"in the best tradition of the incisive criticism, McDonald offers an extreme polemic in order to provoke the discipline to interrogate the consequences of its practice"

Edinburgh Review, Dec 2008

(Ross Alloway )

Mentioned on www.pensioneronline.com

(, )

"A lively, rigorous argument for the future of criticism."

Brian Dillon, Irish Times

(, Irish Times, The )

"McDonald argues that crowing blog-based citizen opinionistas, triumphant over shrinking print media coverage of books are simply kicking a dead horse; the lit critic, it seems, was killed already by the an out-of-control sense of cultural relativism, which has over the 20th century wormed its way into literature programs, engendering artistic and aesthetic relativism. McDonald contends that the idea of artistic expression’s equanimity, and the subsequent equanimity of opinion regarding that expression, has marginalized the important and difficult work of honestly evaluating artistic worth. Emphasizing literature, his specialty, McDonald illustrates how trendy efforts to make art more scientific, more academic or more cultural ultimately undermine its role as art, making it more difficult (if not impossible) to consider with the language of art. McDonald illustrates how specific movements—including romanticism, fin-de-siecle and radical aesthetic individualism—have obscured and in some cases removed entirely those traditional standards of value. A daring, but fitting, comparison between aesthetics and ethics shows how standards may be relative but are never irrelevant; McDonald’s cogent, largely convincing attempt to pin the critic’s murder on relativism is sure to raise eyebrows among academics, though it doesn’t do much to instill hope of the critic’s resurrection." (Dec.) –Publishers Weekly

(Publishers Weekly )

"[A] satisfyingly chewy new book"

(, )

"The thorniest reasons for this cutback, the ones that deal with internal fractures within criticism itself, are just now beginning to be addressed. In his provocative, enormously informative new book, "The Death of the Critic," Rónán McDonald dives into this territory with both sleeves rolled up. He traces the current suspicion of the critic's role to debates that have raged since Plato. Forget about bloggers, cut-rate publishers, and amazon.com (the usual suspects); the critic's killer, McDonald argues, is criticism itself.

...The critic isn't dead. In fact, the defibrillators that can bring him or her back are all around us, and you can find many of them in this smart, useful little book." --John Freeman, Boston Globe

(, Boston Globe )

"Whenever you think of this 21st-century world, McDonald's assessment poses serious question that beg for specific application…When McDonald argues that criticism needs to be more evaluative, he isn't talking thumbs up or down. He means criticism that takes seriously the role of engaging with the issues and aesthetics of the work at hand…So that eye-catching but perhaps overstated title is a bit of a misnomer. The critic isn't dead. In fact, the defibrillators that can bring him or her back are all around us, and you can find many of them in this smart, useful little book." —John Freeman, The Boston Globe, March 5, 2008

(, )

“McDonald has penned a passionate four-chapter eulogy for a practice that he believes can be reborn…in a pair of core chapters- about critical value, and science and sensibility- McDonald’s phrasing and historical erudition are as sharp as the bloody knife on the cover.” –San Francisco Bay Guardian

"in the best tradition of the incisive criticism, McDonald offers an extreme polemic in order to provoke the discipline to interrogate the consequences of its practice"

Edinburgh Review, Dec 2008

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Product Details

• Hardcover: 224 pages
• Publisher: Continuum (December 30, 2007)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0826492797
• ISBN-13: 978-0826492791
• Product Dimensions: 7.8 x 5.3 x 0.9 inches
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• Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
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9 of 11 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars "The Return of Judgment", April 18, 2008

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Stanley H. Nemeth (Garden Grove, CA United States) - See all my reviews
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This book is principally an eloquent plea for the necessary return to English departments of an evaluative criticism which looks at specific works in two ways, as aesthetic artifacts and as works with social, moral and political dimensions. The last thirty years have witnessed instead the lopsided hegemony of cultural studies, one unfortunate tendency of which has been to reduce works of art merely to their historical contexts, extracting race-gender-ethnicity data from them while ignoring their primary reality and value as aesthetic creations by specific authors. A further consequence is that the academic movers and shakers in cultural studies, for all their concern with demotic 'voices' and the 'marginalized,' have lost touch with the general public; accordingly, the role of the learned critic as revered, taste-elevating public intellectual has disappeared as well.

Author Ronan McDonald follows his shrewd analysis
with a few "grounds for cautious optimism." He points to "signs of renewed attention in the novel as a 'literary' form and as a vehicle for moral expression." He praises a revived interest in the work of Henry James, and he sees great promise in the winning criticism of the novel by Zadie Smith and James Wood. Perhaps a wholly contemporary equivalent of an Edmund Wilson or Lionel Trilling is in the wings.

If McDonald's book has a flaw, I would say it resides in the author's addiction to "middle-of-the-road-itis." So eager is he to provide concessions for views he sees as problematic that he sometimes appears to tumble into highly questionable endorsements. In praising the cultural studies crew, for instance, for its eagerness to advance the voices of the 'marginalized,' he leaves the impression they have in fact in some laudable way actually done so. I wonder, though, exactly what he has in mind, since he doesn't illustrate with any examples just how, as readers of literature, we've been enriched rather than dumbed down by their efforts. Harold Bloom not long ago wittily undermined this project of the cultural studies crowd when he pointed out that as a young man he'd been taught the great Romantic poets were Blake, Wordsworth, Byron, Shelley and Keats. But what did his 'elitist' teachers know? Looking at current anthologies reflecting the viewpoint of cultural studies, one can see that matters have at last been set straight. It's become clear the really great writers of that era were Felicia Hemans, Charlotte Smith, Mary Tighe, Laetitia Landon and some others of the now 'privileged' gender "who just can't write." If McDonald knows of restorations of the marginalized different in kind from
those Bloom adduces, he would have done well not just to assume them, but to name them.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Uncommon Sense, March 25, 2008

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This review is from: Death of the Critic (Hardcover)

Ronan McDonald wants to put me out of business.

I don't take it personally. He would include all the thousands of Amazon reviewers, bloggers, and fellow opinionated dilettantes. And his book has made me agree.

In a clear prose style, incorporating both sharpened common sense and a brief synopsis of the history of literary criticisms with its changing view of the proper goal of the arts, McDonald shows that the relativity of literary critical standards is not so relative after all. Using the apt analogy of ethics, he demonstrates that there exists cultural and historical agreement with regard to "the best that has been thought and written" and that a general consensus can be realistically attained without having to evoke oppressive political hegemonies.

He plots the growing dichotomy in both purpose and audience between the public reviewer and the academician, undermining each. Similarly he argues for the return of the study of literature for its own aesthetic worth and not merely as an adjunct to various cultural studies.

Not seeing this happening in our current society leads him to declare "the death of the critic" which leads to a critical vacuum, allowing in turn the weedy overgrowth of untrained literary scribblers...like myself.

4.0 out of 5 stars The return of real consideration, July 24, 2009

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Ted Burke "Ted Burke" (San Diego) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Death of the Critic (Hardcover)

A buddy had just finished a book I'd lent him, The Death of the Critic by Ronan McDonald, and was convinced that the theorists needed a severe pounding. His language was such that I had to put the phone down and answer the door for the pizza delivery man. When I got back and picked the phone up again, he was still ranting, unaware, it seems, that I was gone for a couple of minutes. He's a high school pal, someone who like no matter the contrasts in cultural preference, and he likes a critic to perform the service of being a consumer guide. He likes mysteries, Clive Cussler and true crime books, and all he wants is a synopsis and brief evaluations on whether he'll get his money's worth. I have no idea why he wanted to read the book, but he was fired up enough to be convinced that the Usual Suspects McDonald lays out for literary criticism's demise--French theorists, multi-culturists, feminism, variations on the postmodernist riff--had conspired to irritate him .One might understand the response, as in any of those times one volunteers a statement, heartfelt but visceral, not cerebral, about a book they read and enjoyed that might have happened to be the subject of conversation. Once you make your remarks, add your few pennies worth, some smart ass chimes in with caterpillar-length words and odd ideas from two or three different disciplines and leaves you there, lost and humiliated.

That happened to me when I was younger , much younger, mouthing off my platitudes about arts and politics, but rather than getting angry and nurturing a resentment, I was determined to become one of those smart asses, or at least sound as though I belonged to the club. My friend, though, craved his resentments and continued variations of his anti-intellectual beef over the last forty-some years. I assume most of us have friends like that. It was an exasperating conversation. Finally I got him off the phone and made a mental note to not lend him any more books having to do with literary theory or the history of ideas. Rather, I'll offer him some Elmore Leonard. There is a writer we can probably talk about.

On the topic of the book ,it's not that the literary critics are dying as much as people have pretty much ignoring them, preferring the pseudo science of theory, which prefers to wallow in a choking , jargon-clogged solipsism to writing that actually engages a book and it's style, the author's intentions, and the successes or failures contained therein. At some point a generation of young academics hitched their fortunes on the diffusing forces of continental philosophy because they found a method through which they could abnegate their charge to aid readers to sharpen their skills.Literature, by whatever definition we use, is a body of writing intended to deal with more complex story telling in order to produce a response that can be articulated in a way that's as nuanced as the primary work, the factors that make for the "literary" we expect cannot be reducible to a single , intangible supposition.

Use is a valuable defining factor, but the use of literature varies wildly reader-to-reader, group-to-group, culture-to-culture, and what it is within the work that is resonates loudly as the extraordinary center that furnishes ultimate worth, varies wildly too; there are things that instigate this use, and they aren't one determinant, but several, I suspect. The goal of literary criticism, ultimately, is not to create the terms that define greatness, but to examine and understand what's already there, and to devise a useful, flexible framework for discussion. Ultimately, the interest in useful criticism is in how and why a body of work succeed or fail in their operation, not establishing conditions that would exist before a book is written

Some of us who toyed with deconstruction and the like , when we found that language in general and literary writing in particular couldn't address the world as is,remember the sweetly slippery issue of inter-textuality. Promoted by Derrida and deMan, if memory serves me (and it often doesn't), this was the fancy footwork that while books fail to address the nature things and make them fixed, unchanging situations, texts (meaning books) referred only to other texts, and the coherent systems writers seemed to uncover or create about how things are were in practice drawn from a limitless archive of each text that came before the one you might have in your hand and considering it's fidelity to your experience.

A futile concern, we find, since everything has already been written, everything has already been said. If this were true, we asked, how can it be that some theorists are using language to precisely describe what language cannot do, i.e., precisely describe things? I never read a response that made sense, as the the answers seemed even more steaming heaps of gobbledygook that made the unanchored theory before even more impassable.Interestingly enough, the entrenched theoreticians, reticent to use the metaphorical techniques they had interrogated and attempted to render inert, weren't able to have their ideas stand outside the limits of their terminology and secure a comprehending response from the interested nonspecialist.

A pity, since science writers and even literary researchers themselves were able to explain in easier parlance the purpose, technique and consequence of the minute and verifiable data science was accruing. But no matter, because at the time one had discovered a nice hedge against having to read a book; I am being grossly unfair to the good critics taking their cues from Continental thought, but deconstruction and intertextuality were choice methods of not dealing with what a writer was saying, instead giving a jargonated accord of how all writing and discourse cannot get beyond itself and actually touch something that terms signify.