Carl Steefel
Carl Steefel
Yeah, good point. This is why I am not a professional critic...originally posted by Jonathan Loesberg:
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
originally posted by Jonathan Loesberg:
Of course Nabokov is better than Bellow. Derek Jeter is better than Phil Rizzuto. Milton is better than Andrew Marvell. Beethoven is better than Schubert. George Eliot is better than Thackeray. No reason for culling.
I'd give Milton a 98, but you can't dance to him.
I did the points to lit greats once on the Squires Board to distinguish between "we can tell x is great" and I can give every wine in the world a precise point. He didn't think it was funny. I, by the way, think you guys are all overrating most of these people. If we are giving "To His Coy Mistress" a 99, what will you have left for poems by Shelley, Dickinson, Yeats, etc., etc. And if Nabokov gets a 99, I take it the biggies of early 20th century Modernism, Ulysses, Magic Mountain, Man Without Qualities, all get 110? The point of my original post really was that "better" wasn't an interesting concept unless your aim was culling. Mine isn't.
Still, I like "To His Coy Mistress" as well as those poems from Shelley and certainly Dickinson (well, better actually), but then Marvell's metaphors associated with vegetable time scales appeal to my own sense of geologic time scales...