10 Reasons Why I No Longer Study Literature
This semester, I’m enrolled in a class on using literature in the language classroom. Consequently, I’ve re-plunged, for the moment, into the theories and conventions and that marked my undergraduate degree in English.
And ick.
I’m taking my masters in second language teaching, a social science and welcome reprieve. The social sciences, I’m finding, are a disciplined, problem-based search for knowledge. The academic study of literature, in contrast, is generally a playground for politically-charged ideologies and obscurity.
This ought not to be.
Of course, not all branches of literature are so tangled. The literature as medicine movement, for example, has established some legitimacy, thanks to scholars like Arnold Weinstein. Cultural studies also have their virtues. Nonetheless, I decided to study literature no longer, and here are my personal reasons why:
10. I don’t care anymore about what Freud thought. Psychologists don’t, either.
9. If a novel, play, short story, or poem doesn’t speak to me, I maintain the right to stop reading.
8. Nietzsche was right — poets lie too much.
7. Hamlet was nuts. Must we beleaguer the point?
6. I don’t get Faulker.
5. Transcendental signifiers do exist. Sorry, Derrida.
4. The GRE subject test for literature is arbitrary, and the English professorship is super-saturated.
3. The literary present defies physics.
2. I’ve developed a horrible allergy to the prefix “post-.”
1. Reading’s supposed to be fun.
In short, I no longer study literature. I simply enjoy literature, and I hope my students will, too. We’ll read it, discuss it, respond to it, but study it? “Marry, heaven forbid.”