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The Ideal English Major
Melinda Beck for The
Chronicle Review
By Mark Edmundson
Soon college students all over America
will be trundling to their advisers' offices to
choose a major. In this moment of
financial insecurity, students are naturally drawn
to
economics, business, and the hard
sciences. But students ought to resist the
temptation
of
those
purportedly
money-ensuring
options
and
even
of
history
and
philosophy,
marvelous
though
they
may
be.
All
students
—
and
I
mean
all
—
ought
to
think
seriously about majoring in English.
Becoming an English major means pursuing the
most important subject of
all
—
being a human being.
An
English
major
is
much
more
than
32
or
36
credits
including
a
course
in
Shakespeare, a course on writing before
1800, and a three-part survey of English and
American lit. That's the outer form of
the endeavor. It's what's inside that matters.
It's
the character-
forming
—
or (dare
I say?) soul-
making
—
dimension of the
pursuit
that
counts. And what is that precisely? Who
is the English major in his ideal form? What
does the English major have, what does
he want, and what does he in the long run
hope to become?
The English
major is, first of all, a reader. She's got a book
pup-tented in front of her
nose
many
hours
a
day;
her
Kindle
glows
softly
late
into
the
night.
But
there
are
readers
and
there
are
readers.
There
are
people
who
read
to
anesthetize
themselves
—
they
read
to
induce
a
vivid,
continuous,
and
risk-free
daydream.
They
read for the same
reason that people grab a glass of
chardonnay
—
to put a light
buzz
on. The English major reads
because, as rich as the one life he has may be,
one life is
not
enough.
He
reads
not
to
see
the
world
through
the
eyes
of
other
people
but
effectively to
become
other
people. What
is
it like to
be John Milton, Jane Austen,
Chinua Achebe? What is it like to be
them at their best, at the top of their games?
English majors want the joy of seeing
the world through the eyes of people
who
—
let
us admit
it
—
are more sensitive, more
articulate, shrewder, sharper, more alive than
they
themselves
are.
The
experience
of
merging
minds
and
hearts
with
Proust
or
James
or
Austen
makes
you
see
that
there
is
more
to
the
world
than
you
had
ever
imagined. You see that
life is
bigger, sweeter, more tragic
and intense
—
more alive
with meaning than you had thought.
Real reading is
reincarnation.
There is no
other way to put it. It is being born again
into
a
higher
form
of
consciousness
than
we
ourselves
possess.
When
we
walk
the
streets
of Manhattan with Walt Whitman or contemplate our
hopes for eternity with
Emily Dickinson, we are reborn into
more ample and generous minds.
life /
Were all too little,
magnificence
of
the
world,
who
would
wish
to
live
only
once?
The
English
major
lives
many
times
through
the
astounding
transportive
magic
of
words
and
the
welcoming
power
of
his
receptive
imagination.
The
economics
major?
In
all
probability he lives but once. If the
English major has enough energy and openness of
heart,
he
lives
not
once
but
hundreds
of
times.
Not
all
books
are
worth
being
reincarnated
into,
to
be
sure
—
but
those
that
are
win
Keats's
sweet
phrase:
joy
forever.
The
economics
major
lives
in
facts
and
graphs
and
diagrams
and
projections.
Fair
enough.
But
the
English
major
lives
elsewhere.
Remember
the
tale
of
that
hoary
patriarchal
fish
that
David
Foster
Wallace
made
famous?
The
ancient
swimmer
swishes his slow bulk by a group of
young carp suspended in the shallows.
water?
but say not a word.
The old fish gone, one carp turns to another and
says,
hell is water?
The
English major knows that the water we humans swim
in is not any material entity.
Our
native
habitat
is
language,
words,
and
the
English
major
swims
through
them
with
the old fin's enlivening awareness. But all of us,
as the carp's remark suggests,
live
in
a
different
relation
to
language.
I'll
put
it
a
little
tendentiously:
Some
of
us
speak,
others
are
spoken.
speaks
man,
Heidegger
famously
said.
To
which I want to reply, Not all men, not
all women: not by a long shot. Did language
speak Shakespeare? Did language speak
Spenser? Milton, Chaucer, Woolf, Emerson?
No, not even close.
What
does it mean to be spoken by language? It means to
be a vehicle for expression
and not a
shaper of words. It means to rely on
cliché
s and preformulated expressions.
It
means
to
be
a
channeler,
of
ad-speak,
sports
jargon,
and
the
latest
psychological
babble. You
sound not like a living man or a woman but like
something much closer
to a machine,
trying to pass for human. You never know how you
feel or what you
want in life because
the words at your disposal are someone else's and
don't represent
who you are and what
you want. You don't and can't know
yourself. You don't and
can't know the
world.
The businessman prattles about
excellence, leadership, partnerships, and
productivity.
The
athlete
drones
on
about
the
game
plan,
the
coach,
one
play
at
a
time,
and
the
inestimable
blessing
of
having
teammates
who
make
it
all
possible.
The
politician
pontificates
about
unity,
opportunity,
national
greatness,
and
what's
in
it
for
the
middle
class.
When
such
people
talk,
they
are
not
so
much
human
beings
as
tape
loops.
The essayist John Jeremiah Sullivan
catches this sort of sensibility in its extreme
form
in
an
essay
about
reality
TV
shows.
There,
verbal
channeling
reaches
an
almost
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