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Intellectual Affairs
Under the Influence
March 24, 2010
By Scott McLemee

What 10 books have most influenced you? That question has launched 
many a discussion online in recent days.I’ve been scribbling down 
my own list while reading the replies – but also wondering just 
how we assess the presence of influence, let alone its relative 
intensity.

With some of the lists, it's hard to tell what the word means. If 
a person names J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings as an influence, 
what does that imply? Did he or she become a scholar of 
Anglo-Saxon literature? Go on an epic quest that saved the world? 
Write hobbit stories? Record a heavy-metal album with runes on the 
cover?

To cite something as an influence can be a way to emphasize that 
it yielded much satisfaction. But the term properly implies 
something more consequential than that. You didn't just consume 
and digest; you were consumed and digested in turn.

I greatly enjoy the TV series "Breaking Bad" yet do not feel that 
it is transforming my existence. It has not inspired me to cook 
and sell methamphetamines, or even to imagine this as a possible 
solution to midlife anomie. Hence I would not claim it as an 
influence, just yet.

What counts, then? In mulling this over, it became clear that some 
authors were just too influential to claim as influences, if you 
will forgive the paradox. I read quite a lot of Marx, Freud, and 
Nietzsche at an impressionable age, and this certainly left its 
mark. But putting them on the list seemed unnecessary, for their 
power is pretty nearly inescapable.It would be like pointing out 
that I have breathed a lot of oxygen in my day.

Anyway, enough prolegomenous throat clearing. On to the list...

(1) Bertrand Russell, Why I am Not a Christian

Until shortly before my 14th birthday, in the opening months of 
the Carter administration, I was a Christian fundamentalist who 
fully expected the apocalyptic scenario of the Book of Revelation 
to be worked out in world events during my lifetime. Please 
understand that I do not say that with even the slightest sense of 
irony.

At the time, I was also very keen on Blaise Pascal, who was 
definitely not a Southern Baptist but who had undergone a mystical 
experience giving him a deep conviction of the existence of a 
divine order. Bertrand Russell’s book must have been on a library 
shelf near Pascal. I started reading it to arm myself against the 
enemy.

Things did not work out that way. In his urbane and relentlessly 
logical manner, Russell broke down everything that I had taken to 
be axiomatic about the existence of God -- and about the terrible 
consequences of not believing. He seemed to anticipate every 
counterargument. I spent days -- and a few late nights – running 
through it in my head.

The experience was painful and terrifying. It shook me to my core; 
even that seems like an understatement. Nothing remained the same 
afterward. To repeat: Influence and pleasure are entirely 
different things.

(2) Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems

At 14, I thought this was the greatest book of poetry ever. The 
length and the rhythm of Ginsberg’s lines, his juxtapositions of 
imagery (“the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox”), the way his 
diction shifted into the biblical or the street-level obscene ... 
all of this made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Which, 
as someone once, said, is how you can tell when poetry is working 
on you.

It also inspired many a page of my own literary efforts, now lost 
to posterity. Paper will burn, if you let it.

Today the Beat idea that suffering and madness and extremity bring 
wisdom does not strike me quite so appealing and romantic. I have 
been exposed to quite enough miserable, crazy, extreme people for 
one lifetime. (They come to Washington a lot, especially these 
days.) But I still love this book. The shorter poems in the back – 
written when Ginsberg himself was under the influence of William 
Carlos Williams – still seem very moving.

(3) Jorge Luis Borges, Other Inquisitions

The best way to discover Borges is probably through the short 
stories in Ficciones, or the selection of prose and poetry in 
Labyrinths. As chance had it, I first came across him by way of 
this volume of essays, in which criticism becomes a form of 
imaginative writing. For Borges, all of literature forms one big 
interconnected structure in which the books are, in effect, 
reading you. Many an academic article on intertextuality consists 
of an unwitting and usually witless gloss on Other Inquisitions.

My favorite passage comes at the end of “Kafka and His 
Precursors,” an essay of three pages that subtly transforms the 
very idea of “influence” itself: “The fact is that every writer 
creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of 
the past, as it will modify the future.”

(4) Susan Sontag, Against Interpretation and Other Essays

Borges combined erudition with playfulness. Sontag, by contrast, 
was an erudite person who sometimes tried very hard to be playful, 
more or less out of a sense of duty. I don’t think this worked out 
very well, and certainly not over the long run.

But in the early 1960s, she wrote a series of essays on 
literature, film, art, and ideas that remain exceptional and 
definitive. In them you feel a mind trying to open itself to as 
many possibilities as it can, sort of like Matthew Arnold dealing 
with being trapped in Andy Warhol’s Factory for a while. This book 
was the syllabus for my own reading and moviegoing for a few years 
after I first discovered it, and I go back to visit it from time 
to time, like a favorite neighborhood.

(5-6) Jean-Paul Sartre, pretty much anything in English 
translation as of the early 1980s

OK, admittedly this is cheating, since it would include dozens of 
volumes of philosophy, fiction, plays, and journalism. I would 
need to wedge the pertinent volumes of Simone de Beauvoir’s 
memoirs in there, as well. You do what you have to do. I feel 
sufficiently uneasy about this to let it claim two spots on the 
list, rather than just one.

Sartre embodied the writer as intellectual and activist. There is 
nobody even remotely comparable these days; don't accept cheesy 
knock-offs. The question of Sartre's legacy is too complicated to 
go into here, and I am ambivalent about much of it, now, in any 
case. But his work still provokes me – through inspiration or 
irritation or both – in a way that no living author’s work does.

Narrowing things down a bit: Two volumes of interviews and 
articles from his final decade or so, Life/Situations and Between 
Marxism and Existentialism, seem like quintessential books. The 
latter has recently been reissued by Verso.

(7) Norman Podhoretz, Making It

Published in late 1967, while Podhoretz still considered himself a 
liberal (his transformation into neoconservative ideologue would 
take a few more years), Making It is the story of one man’s 
relentless climb to eminence in the world of the New York 
literary-intellectual establishment.“One of the longest journeys 
in the world,” its opening sentence begins, “is the journey from 
Brooklyn to Manhattan....”

Reading this in Texas at the age of 19, I was not yet in a 
position to appreciate its full, rich ridiculousness, and instead 
studied the book as carefully as I once had any account of the act 
of love – preparing for the day when detailed information might 
prove useful, rather than just frustrating.

In a hurry to brush off the hayseeds, I managed to confuse 
cynicism with sophistication. Over time, this did a certain amount 
of damage -- some of it, fortunately, remediable. It is 
embarrassing to include this book on my list. That is why I am 
doing so.

(8) Richard Hofstadter, The Paranoid Style in American Politics

There are serious problems with Hofstadter’s analysis of the 
People’s Party of the 1890s. We can talk about the failings of the 
consensus school of U.S. historiography until the cows come home. 
I acknowledge these things without reservation. And yet this book 
is indispensable.

I first read it in the early 1980s and have revisited it at least 
once each decade since then. I know of no better description of 
the typical qualities and standard features of our public 
discourse in its barking-at-the-moon episodes. It reminds us that 
such upsurges do not come out of nowhere. This is not exactly a 
comfort, but it does help make the batshit insane seem at least 
somewhat intelligible.

One American television network has evidently adopted the book as 
the basis for its business model. But you can’t blame Hofstadter 
for that.

(9) Richard Wright, American Hunger

In the early 1940s, Richard Wright produced an autobiographical 
manuscript covering his life up to 1937. Most of it was appeared 
in 1945 as Black Boy, but the final section, covering his years as 
a member of the Communist Party, was published as a separate book 
in 1977.

I was very taken with it not simply for its account of the radical 
movement during the Depression but for Wright's account of his own 
struggle to become a writer. And all the more so given something 
the author's estate included in the original printing of the book. 
It was facsimile reproduction of one page of the typescript, 
covered with his handwritten revisions of the text -- lines 
crossed out, words changed, sentences rewritten, etc.

This came as a revelation. My assumption had been that once you 
learned how to write, well, you just wrote. (The struggle was just 
to get to that point.) I stared at the page for a long time, 
trying to figure out how Wright had known that a given phrase or 
sentence might be improved, especially since what he had down 
often looked fine.

Another form of influence: When a book teaches you how much you 
don't know about how much you don't know, and how much you need to 
know it.

(10) Richard Lanham, Revising Prose

Finding this volume in a secondhand bookstore was not, perhaps, 
the answer to a prayer. But the deep perplexity left by American 
Hunger certainly left me ready for it.

Half of learning to write is knowing how to recognize when a 
sentence or paragraph is bad, and why, and what can be done about 
this. Lanham teaches a handful of very basic skills necessary to 
begin reworking a draft. His manual is now in its fifth edition. I 
have no idea what changes may have been introduced in the past 25 
years or so. But if a textbook ever changed my life, this one did.

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