The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 34, August, 1860 by Various
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Thus, in obedience to the law of precedent, the mild gambols, the
_naïve_ superficiality, the child-like irresponsibility for thinking, which were the characteristics of the first European novels, have generally distinguished the unnumbered and unclassified broods of them which have abounded in subsequent literature. Designed chiefly to amuse, to divert for a moment rather than to present an admirable work of art, to interest rather than to instruct and elevate, the modern romance has in general excused itself from thorough elaboration. Instead of being a chastened and symmetrical product of the whole organic mind, it has mainly been inspired by the imagination, which has been called the fool in the family of the faculties, and wrought out by the assistance of memory, which mechanically links the mad suggestions of its partner with temporal events. It is in literature something like what a feast presided over by the king's jester and steward would have been in mediaeval social life. Let any novel be finished, let all the resources of the mind be conscientiously expended on it, let it become a thorough intellectual creation, and, instead of remaining a novel, it would assume the dignity of an epic, lyric, drama, philosophy, or history. Its nebulae would be resolved into stars. Has, then, the mild and favorite blossom, the _fabula romanensis_, which was so abundant in the Middle Ages, which has grown so luxuriantly and given so general delight in modern times,--has it no place in the natural history of literature? Shall it be mentioned only as an uncompleted something else,--as an abortive effort of thought,--as a crude _mélange_ of elements that have not been purified and fused together in the focus of the mind? And were the Muses right in refusing to admit it into their sacred realm of art? An affirmative answer can hardly be true; for an absurdity appears in |
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