Today I read the
next fifty pages of Mardi Oakley Medawar’s Murder
at Medicine Lodge. As one might have anticipated by her inclusion of black
soldiers in her story, this section of the novel brings in both slavery and the
Civil War as Tay-bodal’s investigation proceeds. The murder victim, Buug-lah,
becomes a more and more unsympathetic character as his unscrupulous control
over and exploitation of other people is revealed and the focus of the book
thus becomes less on solving his murder and more on making sure that the
innocent are not impacted by the death of a cruel and worthless individual.
Medawar also allows her reader to see the value system that produced both slavery
and, even more fundamentally, money from a Native American perspective,
providing another example of estranging the familiar, giving the book a very
distinctive pedagogical edge. Strikingly, except for Tay-bodal, Native
Americans are more or less completely absent from this section of the novel.
Indeed, Native American culture takes something of a back seat in this novel as
a whole, in sharp contrast to the first novel in the series.
I also finished
Franco Moretti’s The Bourgeois: Between
History and Literature. In my previous post on this book, I commented on
the fact that prose fiction was Moretti’s preferred way of illustrating the
points he makes. Happily, Moretti both confirms and extends my observation when
he comments “readers of this book know that prose is its only true hero. It
wasn’t meant to be; it just happened, in trying to do justice to the
achievements of bourgeois culture. Prose as the
bourgeois style, in the broadest sense; a way of being in the world, not just of representing it.” This passage
neatly summarizes Moretti’s method throughout his intriguing book. To give a
final example among many others: in the context of discussing the way in which
adjectives are “inconspicuous vehicles of Victorian values,” Moretti summarizes
the “semantic miracle” performed by the word “earnest”: “preserving the fundamental tonality of bourgeois existence…while endowing it with a sentimental-ethical
significance.” Attention to detail combined with the ability to generalize:
the hallmark of Moretti’s own prose style. He closes the book with a section on
Ibsen because “He is the only writer who looks the bourgeois in the face, and
asks: So, finally, what have you brought into the world?” The question remains
worth asking today.
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