Literature and Reality
By Howard Fast
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In this 1950 essay, Howard Fast argues that all writers have a duty to reflect the truth of the world in their works, particularly regarding social justice. Fast’s treatise on literary criticism allows for a fuller understanding of his early novels, in which his political beliefs remain inseparable from his writing. Literature and Reality, which Fast wrote around the time of the 1949 Peekskill riots, offers a unique window into his worldview during the mid-twentieth century. This ebook features an illustrated biography of Howard Fast including rare photos from the author’s estate.
Howard Fast
Howard Fast (1914–2003) was one of the most prolific American writers of the twentieth century. He was a bestselling author of more than eighty works of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and screenplays. The son of immigrants, Fast grew up in New York City and published his first novel upon finishing high school in 1933. In 1950, his refusal to provide the United States Congress with a list of possible Communist associates earned him a three-month prison sentence. During his incarceration, Fast wrote one of his best-known novels, Spartacus (1951). Throughout his long career, Fast matched his commitment to championing social justice in his writing with a deft, lively storytelling style.
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Literature and Reality - Howard Fast
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ALL the schools, styles, and fashions in literature, in other times as well as today, have come into existence through the particular relationship of an author or a group of authors to objective reality. Howsoever these schools and fashions in literature may designate themselves, they can be quite adequately understood through an investigation of the writer’s relationship to reality; the application of any other set of standards can only lead to confusion, and very often to the erection of a philosophical structure wherein obscurity is enthroned and ignorance deified.
Then, indeed, a strange and shoddy piece of cloth is woven, the unraveling of which becomes a task of some consequence; yet unless that particular cloth is taken apart, unless each shoddy thread of it is exposed to the light of day, we are bound to witness a steady destruction of standards, a process of corruption which is all too evident today. Literature has always been a most precise reflection of the society which produced it, and in a society rent by contradictions, strangling in its own economic chaos, and looking fearfully to a hideous world war as a possible solution, a great deal of that society’s literature will quite naturally be far from healthy. The literature, creative and critical, of America is sick, deeply sick; only a great progressive upsurge can cure it. While it may be certainly stated that the progressive upsurge is on its way, one of the immediate steps to be undertaken is an examination of the illness, so that the cure may have some sense and direction.
Much of the essay which follows will be occupied with an investigation of the nature of reality in terms of its literary reflection, as well as the use of the realistic method in the attempt to portray life truthfully. However, when I speak of reality, it should be noted here that I do not refer to any absolute, but to the historically relative understanding of the truth at the moment when the particular literary product comes into being. Truthful writing—which I use as the highest criterion—is always dependent upon the relationship of the writer to reality, but the truth itself must be seen in the dialectical sense, which, to quote M. Rosenthal and P.Yudin, the Soviet philosophers, in Handbook of Philosophy, recognizes the relativity of our knowledge, not in the sense of a denial of objective truth, but in the sense of the historical limitations of the approximation of our knowledge to this truth.
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I do not propose the essay which follows as anything more than a beginning of this examination; yet a beginning must be made somewhere. We must take a full grip on this matter of reality and literature; we are at a time when all of mankind is being projected into a face-to-face relationship with reality, and writers must march at the front, not at the rear. Theirs is the task of communicating the nature of reality to masses of people, and therein is their art and their glory; for the very nature of their work makes it possible for them to extract the essence of human hope and fear and suffering and triumph. But to do this, they must see the world and not a shadow of it.
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VERY NEAR the top of what I have, in the past, rather indelicately called the cultural dung heap of reaction
sits Franz Kafka, one of the major Olympians in that curious shrine the so-called new critics
and their Trotskyite colleagues have erected. Mr. Kafka is treasured as well as read; in a dozen literary quarterlies and little
magazines, joss sticks are burned to him, and his stilted prose is exalted as a worthy goal. Worthy or not, that goal is certainly interesting, for in the creation of a shadow world, a world of twisted, tormented mockeries of mankind, Mr. Kafka holds a very high place. It is worth examining the substance of that throne.
Perhaps the most widely read of Kafka’s work, here in America, is a tale called Metamorphosis,² which narrates in great detail how a German traveling salesman woke up one morning and discovered that he was a cockroach.
Now, although there is satirical intention in Kafka’s tale, he departs from the satirists of the past in the absolute literal presentation of his point. It is much as if, having once proceeded to put down his idea upon paper, he was carried away by a conviction of the reality of the situation he had conceived. Let me quote the first two paragraphs of the story to make this plain:
"As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from a troubled dream, he found himself changed in his bed to some monstrous kind of vermin.
He lay on his back, which was as hard as armor plate, and, raising his head a little, he could see the arch of his great brown belly, divided by bowed corrugations. The bedcover was slipping helplessly off the summit of the curve, and Gregor’s legs, pitiably thin compared with their former size, fluttered helplessly before his eye.
Just this will give you a sense of the horror Kafka evokes in this story, and the evocation of horror is precisely the result of the literal presentation of the situation. Whatever Kafka intended, his product is not satire; satire is a means whereby irony, ridicule, and sarcasm are used to expose tyranny, vice, folly, and stupidity; and thereby satire becomes a shortcut to reality. But in this story, Kafka does not direct himself toward such exposure; he is concerned only with proving that a certain type of human being is so like a cockroach that it is entirely plausible for him to wake up one morning and discover a natural metamorphosis has taken place. And throughout the remainder of the story, with a world of intricate detail concerning the various problems of a man who is a cockroach, Kafka reiterates his thesis.
Horror and nausea are the effects Kafka’s tale have on the reader, but what is the purpose? We know that men do not turn into monstrous cockroaches overnight, and we also know that the German petty bourgeois, for all the despicable qualities he may exhibit, is far, far indeed from a cockroach. It was no army of cockroaches that devastated half the civilized world—what then is Kafka’s purpose? In his mind, he has performed the equation; man and roach are the same; they are each as worthy as the other; they are each as glorious as the other; they cancel out—and thereby we have the whole miserable philosophy of the new critics,
of the new poets,
of the avant garde
of the Partisan Review, a philosophy which, to quote Milton Howard, in the periodical Mainstream, preaches to the ‘educated classes’ of contemporary America, confronted by the enormous inhumanity of capitalist society, that their sole cultural recourse lies in a literature which is presumably in the great ‘modern tradition’ because it is based on helplessness, disgust, self-loathing, mysticism, and contempt for social action.
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But helplessness, disgust, self-loathing, mysticism, and contempt for social action do not arise spontaneously. The equation of man and cockroach is a part of an enormous process on the part of the ruling class which may be quite simply defined as a confusion and distortion of the nature of the objective reality. In literature, schools arise, and charming names are given to what is by no means a charming process; but the method is essentially no different from that of Mr. Bullitt, former ambassador to France, who, testifying before the House Committee on Un-American Activities, stated that he suspected that Russians, when they were particularly hungry, ate their children.
Both Mr. Bullitt and Mr. Kafka, though they belong to different generations and cultures, and though they might, if Kafka were alive, disapprove of each other heartily, have both separated themselves from reality, and however different their motivations, they are politically a part of the same thing, and each contributes in his own way to the debasement of American culture. Whether the product of either is art cannot be determined in a narrow frame of stylistic precision or emotional response; we must apply to their products a broader yet more accurate set of standards, using truth as a gauge within the context of culture in its broadest sense, that is, seeing culture as it is defined by the British anthropologist Grahame Clark. According to Mr. Clark, Man has achieved his present status through the medium of his culture. Man and culture are, indeed, coincident; it is impossible to conceive of man at however low a level without culture, and there is no culture apart from man.
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If, therefore, we keep in mind the intimate relationship of human beings to culture, we can approach standards in terms of people; and thus we can examine art in the light of the reality of human beings. As a matter of fact, there are no other means whereby it may be examined.
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IT IS ONE THING to say that art can flourish only in relationship to the capacity of the artist to discern the truth, or, in other words, the basic objective reality; it is something else indeed to understand this process. The more so, when so many critics
have written so many words and coined so many exceedingly complicated and often occult theories with no other intent than to deny this rather simple proposition. Hardly anything in modern life has been so obscured, so surrounded with fanciful notions, so swathed in cotton batting, so immersed in cheap snobbery as the creative process. Under capitalism, the creative writer is as much exploited as any other section of the population, but the very nature of his work makes it necessary for him to be cozened rather than coerced. If he behaves and if he is skillful, his rewards may be quite substantial, but more often than not, obedient though he may be, the payoff is piddling; his financial status is that of a petty white-collar clerk, but his pen is potentially a thousand times more lethal, and therefore there is created for him a mystical status, a dream world wherein he reigns supreme in spirit and light in purse.
An exception, of course, is that group of writers who sell themselves as agents-extraordinary of monopoly capitalism. For them, the sky is the limit, whether they attempt some pretense of literary quality, as does Kenneth Roberts; vulgarize and debase the Bible, as do Oursler and Douglas; write pretentious and bad films, as does Ben Hecht, or give up any and all pretensions of either literary quality or historical truth, as does Arthur Schlesinger, becoming, as he does in his latest hastily and badly written tract, The Vital Center, a shameless and sniveling tool of the right.