The New York Times has run an article “As Interest Fades in the Humanities, Colleges Worry,” once again decrying declining enrollment. I don’t understand why this should come as a surprise to anyone. The humanities are devalued everywhere you look in our society – so why should kids study them? The humanities are prized only when we can hook them up to consumer interests, make them turn a coin, demand that they entertain us. There’s always the implicit threat that if we can’t get the bear to dance, the poor old fellow will be put down.
In the world of education, we value humanities only if we can team people onto digital projects that make cool onscreen images or turn them into rap lyrics to make them palatable for the kids. I applaud a lot of these efforts, and appreciate their intent, but they’re rather beside the point. Coolness and likeability aren’t the reason Ovid was exiled, why Osip Mandelstam died scavenging a rubbish heap in a transit camp, why Reinhold Schneider was slated for trial and probable execution had the Third Reich not fallen first, or why André Brink was banned in South Africa. And it certainly wasn’t why Joseph Brodsky, when I studied with him, made us memorize hundreds of lines of Robert Frost, W.H. Auden, Thomas Hardy, and others – in fact, it made him distinctly unfashionable; some kids fled the class rather than make the effort. William Shakespeare can be mutilated, but he can’t be tamed. As one teacher said, after a student had made a snarky, sophomoric comment about Hamlet: “Mister, when you read Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s not on trial. You are.” And that is the point.
The tacit, self-calming assumption behind our continual cuts in the arts and humanities has always been always that the eternal things are durable, and will survive our neglect. However, these values must be inculcated and passed on – a baby isn’t born appreciating the subtleties of Piero della Francesco or Raoul Dufy, after all. Anything that isn’t fed eventually withers. (I know; I have a garden to prove it.) I’m told by those who teach that we now have a generation of young people who, in large measure, no longer ponder the terms of their existence or question their reason for being. Tomorrow is for another pizza, aceing the PSAT, or another video game. The “Holocaust” is a description of a description of Black Friday sales; the Civil Rights movement has something to do with … what? Will I be graded on it? I know, I know – it’s the “same old,” isn’t it? But a serious study of history, another one of the humanities, would show that civilization is a delicate, perishable thing, appearing and disappearing throughout the centuries, and we can never take its continuance for granted (read Constantine Cavafy, Zbigniew Herbert, or the memoirs of Nadezhda Mandelstam). When we don’t pass it on, we break a fundamental chain of civilization. We’ll pay the price down the road … wait, we already are … but it’s not taking the form we had anticipated.
I’m also tired of cheesy efforts to defend the humanities, which pander to the standards of our society, which are themselves a broken fence in need of repair. In any case, he fence is broken, in part, by the abandonment of literature, art, and music as the commitment of a civilized society, rather than a “frill.” I’m not saying a Haydn string quartet will save your life, but what often passes for music when I’m put on “hold” when calling my credit card company might be seen as the shocking invasion of psychological space that it is. Sloppy thinking is everywhere, and not the province of one political party or the other – and the fact that it is inevitably attributed to the “other” in itself shows what a bad pass we’ve come to (it’s something that might have been corrected with an introductory study of Carl Jung, or René Girard, for that matter). Our political life is riddled with clichés that should be jeered offstage, because it’s a nasty way to use your Mother Tongue. Technology, which has the power for good, has accelerated our race to the bottom, just as nuclear power, which could rescue nations, propels us toward annihilation.
Rant over. Whew! Not to worry! I’m back on my medication now. More on this subject in the coming days…from better minds than Humble Moi! I’ll start with one of them, Michel Serres, of Stanford and the Académie Française. I’ve featured it before, and recently, but if you haven’t seen it, please listen to his description of the fate of the humanities. It’s not pretty.