It is no wonder literary criticism is so sullen. It is too philosophical, too much indebted to the dour Walter Benjamin, wedded to aestheticized helplessness. Lit crit needs new inspirations: the sober cheer of Wallace Stevens; the loving eye of Rembrandt; romance, melodrama, and wit. Let there be more poetry, Paul Bove says, and less cynicism.
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