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“For too long we have been encouraged to see culture as an affair of intellect, and reading as a solitary exercise. But the truth is different: literature and art are pathways of feeling, and our encounter with them is social, inscribing us in a larger community.... Through art we discover that we are not alone.”

So writes the esteemed Brown University professor Arnold Weinstein in this brilliant, radical exploration of Western literature. In the tradition of Harold Bloom and Jacques Barzun, Weinstein guides us ...

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“For too long we have been encouraged to see culture as an affair of intellect, and reading as a solitary exercise. But the truth is different: literature and art are pathways of feeling, and our encounter with them is social, inscribing us in a larger community.... Through art we discover that we are not alone.”

So writes the esteemed Brown University professor Arnold Weinstein in this brilliant, radical exploration of Western literature. In the tradition of Harold Bloom and Jacques Barzun, Weinstein guides us through great works of art, to reveal how literature constitutes nothing less than a feast for the heart. Our encounter with literature and art can be a unique form of human connection, an entry into the storehouse of feeling.

Writing about works by Sophocles, Shakespeare, Dickens, Charlotte Brontë, Munch, Proust, O’Neill, Burroughs, DeLillo, Tony Kushner, Toni Morrison, and others, Weinstein explores how writers and artists give us a vision of what human life is really all about. Reading is an affair of the heart as well as of the mind, deepening our sense of the fundamental forces and emotions that govern our lives, including fear, pain, illness, loss, depression, death, and love.

Provocative, beautifully written, essential, A Scream Goes Through the House traces the human cry that echoes in literature through the ages, demonstrating how intense feelings are heard and shared. With intellectual insight and emotional acumen, Weinstein reveals how the scream that resounds through the house of literature, history, the body, and the family shows us who we really are and joins us together in a vast and timeless community.

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Editorial Reviews

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“Simply put, A Scream Goes Through the House is a breakthrough book, a triumph of scholarship and writing. What a treat it is to have Weinstein guide us through some of the canonical works of literature and show us what we have intuitively suspected: that literature does more than just entertain; literature educates, literature provides us with a map for our journey, and literature gives the journey meaning. Indeed, A Scream Goes Through the House proves its own thesis by doing just that for the reader. It is a book for the ages.”
Abraham Verghese, author of The Tennis Partner and My Own Country

A Scream Goes Through the House is the crown of Arnold Weinstein’s distinguished career as a teacher and writer, a deep response to great works of prose and poetry, art, theater, and film from Sophocles and Shakespeare to a wealth of modern authors. This book is literally a matter of life and death, for it celebrates the bonds between our mortality and our survival, our pain and our sensitivity, our frailty and our strength, our individual and communal selves, the vital bridges only works of imagination can construct. A scream goes through the house, and whether it is the house of art or the house of human-kind, that scream—thanks to Weinstein’s insight, eloquence, and courage—pierces the heart, wounding us even as it makes us whole and well. A passionate tribute to the power of art to restore us all.”
Robert Fagles

Publishers Weekly
"This book is about the urgency, centrality, and reach of human feeling," begins Weinstein, a Brown University literature professor, proposing to use the key works of a wide range of artists-William Blake, James Baldwin, Eugene O'Neill, Edvard Munch and Ingmar Bergman, among others-to demonstrate the ways in which "art is sustenance; art is transformation." An early chapter manages to breathe new life into one of the most co-opted images of recent memory, Munch's masterwork The Scream, and announces a persistent theme of the links between bodies, which can be hurt, diseased or dead, and feelings. The middle three chapters ("Living in the Body"; "Diagnosis: Narratives of Exposure"; "Plague and Human Connection") engage a host of medical analogies, even comparing an EKG with "soul searching," followed by the quandary of "Saying Death," which asks the rhetorical question: "Is our thinking itself not saturated with death?" While most of the actual works Weinstein points toward go a good way toward posing and answering difficult questions in complex and compelling ways, his book often hems in their multifaceted characters. An epilogue, offering yet another examination of Hamlet, notes: "Depression has its writers"; this meta-work does not finally bring us closer to many of those here, or their mortal coils. (Aug. 5) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Weinstein (Edna & Richard Salomon Distinguished Professor of Comparative Literature, Brown Univ.) here provides a meditative work of literary criticism. In the process of showing that literature concerns not merely thoughts about life but also life itself as it is embodied, lived, and felt, he discusses a wide variety of feelings, from love to depression. The range of his literary examples, from the ancient Greeks to the present, reveals pervasive concerns that, when articulated, challenge the reader to self-transcendence and finding "a measure of freedom within the prison our bodies inhabit" by viscerally experiencing each work. Poetry, novels, drama, and even visual art illustrate Weinstein's thesis, as personal emotion transmutes into shared emotion and as readers experience life beyond their own. Highly recommended for both public and academic libraries.-Carolyn M. Craft, Longwood Univ., Farmville, VA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Weinstein waxes rhapsodic about Literature and Life-and Death and Depression, too. Perhaps it's the author's other career, as a flashy Brown University lecturer on world literature for The Teaching Company's audio and video recordings, that creates an identity crisis for his sometimes brilliant, sometimes bloated text. Am I a motivational speech? it asks. A pyrotechnic lecture to animate stupefied sophomores? An esoteric article for my academic peers? A vocabulary lesson for those no longer challenged by the Reader's Digest quiz? A florid paean to art and literature? An aw-shucks populist bath for the great unwashed in a bottomless pool of allusions? To all of the above: "yes." Weinstein's thesis, stated early and often, is that literature deals with the most fundamental issues of humanity. There are no relevant distinctions among heart and mind and muscle. Illness and pain are not metaphors. They are life. His title alludes to the scream of humanity that pervades our "house," connecting us all. That scream, he argues, is the subject of great art and literature. An unapologetic Freudian, Weinstein alludes to just about every name in Western literature and art, with a special fondness for Proust, Shakespeare, Faulkner, Dickinson, Blake, Sophocles, Burroughs, Hawthorne, and on and on. He writes most eloquently about Edvard Munch, whose paintings prove nearly every argument the author advances. Although Weinstein says he's aiming at just plain folk ("I have tried to write this book in the language of everyday speaking"), his diction often betrays him, and Mr. and Mrs. America will no doubt have to click on dictionary.com for somatic usurpation, alterity, hermeneutic, entropic, oneiric, andother polysyllabic peanuts in what is frequently not basic Cracker Jack prose. Every now and then, though, he reminds us that he's just an ordinary guy, writing about Oedipus and Tiresias and Creon as "male honchos" who are "duking it out." Myriad allusions swarm like bees in this busy but ultimately ordinary hive. (b&w illustrations throughout)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780812972436
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/10/2004
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 440
  • Sales rank: 1,275,662
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.03 (h) x 1.01 (d)

Meet the Author

Arnold Weinstein is the Edna and Richard Salomon Distinguished Professor of Comparative Literature at Brown University. He also gives a series of audio and video lectures on world literature for The Teaching Company. He spends his time in Providence, Block Island, Stockholm, and Brittany.

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Chapter One

a scream goes through the house
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
–William Blake, “London”

I was walking along a road with two friends–the sun was going down–I felt something like a breath of melancholy. The sky was suddenly blood-red–I stopped, and leant against the fence, dead tired–I saw the flaming clouds like blood and a sword–the bluish-black fjord and town–My friends walked on–I stood there, trembling with anxiety–and I felt as though Nature were convulsed by a great unending scream.
–Edvard Munch

ARE WE ALONE?
This book is about the urgency, centrality, and reach of human feeling. I regard feeling as the driving force of our individual lives, and I see it as the very stuff of which art is made. These are radical beliefs, inasmuch as we are taught to think of ourselves as predominantly creatures of reason, as opposed to feeling. And we are also taught to think of art–literature, painting, film–as a largely intellectual enterprise. My argument goes entirely the other way.

Art is our supreme record of human feeling over the ages, and it enables us, quite wonderfully, to access our own emotional depths. These convictions may seem radical, because they challenge many prevalent views about both self and art. Let us examine some of these assumptions, in order to clarify what my book attacks.

Let us begin with the notion of individuation, of a person’s being confined to the body and mind he or she is born with. This is one of our most common assumptions. When we are in pain, we feel we are alone. Of course, social interaction–family, work, friendship, community, love–can militate against this self-absorbed view of life, but in moments of great pain, whether physical or emotional, our islanded state can seem ever more true.

We tend to close in, rather than open out, when there is pain, hurt. Yes, there are people who attend the scream and hurt of others. And we are, each of us, equipped with empathy and sympathy. But goodwill and compassion are only what they are, and they are rarely enough to cross the existential and creatural divide that separates me from you. We feel alone in our pain. We alone know our pain.

This book takes the premise that the opposite is true: human feeling connects us. Works of literature and art can be the bridge. A scream goes through the house. Pain, hurt, feeling, can be shared.

We all know what a scream is: the primordial human expression of feeling, usually the feeling of pain or anguish. Screams constitute the most primitive form of language, utterance at a level common to all living creatures, language that is unamenable to grammar, syntax, or control. Infants scream, children scream. Adults, we know, scream rather less, because they have learned to convert such raw sentience into distancing language, but it does not seem far-fetched to say that adults may be screaming inwardly a great deal, even though we do not hear them.

We can hurt from fear as well as from lesions, and such hurt can range from garden-variety stress to massive, incapacitating anxiety about our work, our relationships, and our engagement with the deaths that must come: those of loved ones and our own. Some may find my description of normal, everyday life exaggerated and melodramatic. You look outside and you do not see shrieking citizens. You meet people and you smile. Pleasure is not unreal. But hurt is more real than we often acknowledge; it has a frequency that no one has ever measured but that every sentient being knows.

This book recognizes the existential dilemma of aloneness and incommunicable pain, but then goes on to show that literature and art constitute a precious human resource for just this reason: they offer us a stunning map of human feeling, a map that displays a world of linkage and connection, in which solitude is overcome, and pain finds utterance.

Illness is one of the quintessential human experiences of such matters, illness understood, at least initially, as the body in pain. Put this way, illness and pain appear as the fate of flesh, the inevitable itinerary of life-in-bodies, beginning with the crying of the newborn, continuing with all the bouts of sickness that punctuate life (even the healthiest life), and extending to the final chapter of death and dying. Illness is also the mind in pain, and this distress seems, if anything, even more locked up within us, more incommunicable, more at odds with the data recorded on our résumés, more unrevealed and unshared and unshareable than physical hurt is. These seem to be stubborn facts of life, with us from cradle to grave.

I have written this book to challenge those facts of life.

THROUGH THE HOUSE: ART AS COMMUNITY

The belief at the heart of this book is that art–literature, painting, and film, as argued, but surely music and other forms of aesthetic experience as well–offers us a shocking new picture of human arrangements, a picture that is insistently collective, relational, and extended. In art we can find and tap into a reservoir of feeling, and this encounter not only breaks open our solitude but also makes audible and visible to us the emotional lines of force that bathe individual life, separate us, yet connect us to one another. Art and literature are the ears we do not have, to hear the sounds of sentience, the emotions of others, and even our own; they are the eyes we do not always have, that can look beneath the surface to see revealed the currents of feeling that lie beneath our words, our actions, and our separate states, and also to delineate the larger community in which emotions inscribe us.

That is why I have called this book A Scream Goes Through the House. The scream originates inside as a sign of pain, but it does not stay inside, stop there: it moves out of us, it goes through the house. Our scream, our seemingly private, seemingly incommunicable expression of anguish or pain has a trajectory, even a career, out in the world and over time, and its “journey” constitutes a story, a capacious human narrative that has largely gone unseen and unheard. That story creates an inhabitable universe, a world of feeling, a world whose citizens we all are, when we hurt, yet it is also a world we can explore, when we hurt. It is my claim that human pain, human feeling more generally, is a pathway; it remakes reality, redraws the boundaries, reconceives the self: where self starts and stops. Unlike the Internet with its informational highway, I have in mind an altogether different network, a kind of emotional highway, a place we can visit via imagination, so that all our assumptions about self-enclosure and incommunicable feeling are utterly exploded: feeling is an umbilical cord that links us to others, is ultimately a mode of travel and transformation.

Where, you may well ask, is this other world I am describing? The answer, of course, is art. Art not only gifts us a picture of this broader sentient universe, a universe that extends across the usually accepted boundaries of time and space, but it offers us a ticket to travel there as well; art and literature enable us to see ourselves anew, to discern our own fit within these larger realms. The experience of art bestows on us something akin to new citizenship papers. Seen collectively, literature and art, including the works discussed in the pages of this book, constitute no less than a mirror and echo chamber, a universe in which our personal stories might be seen and aligned with or against those others on show. Art transports us, we know that; it ushers us into a larger relational scheme largely because feeling is a prime motor in the artistic energy system, a driving force with directionality, scope, and coherence.

Feeling makes art; art makes feeling. These matters are deeply personal, because the feelings in question are not only the artist’s, but also the reader’s, the spectator’s, yours. This reciprocal “making” of art and experience through feeling is, in its own right, territorializing, geographical, constitutive of an actual space for living–with others, through others, as others–well beyond the cramped quarters we have thought to be “self” and “home.” It may sound metaphoric, but the encounter with art is a colonizing experience. We explore the imaginative and emotional terrain of the work, and the work stamps us with its depiction of human life and feeling–and so it makes sense to view this form of mind travel as genuine outreach, a true extension of self. I state this despite the more common view that art is not only subjective but a doubly private matter, an affair of “appreciation” that mainly goes nowhere but “in.”

It is worth pondering these matters, however, because art offers us a prodigious resource here–here in the realm of feeling, whether it be pain or pleasure–and it is a resource utterly unimagined and untapped by the scientific paradigm that governs Western thinking along these lines. Art that matters is rarely sermonizing or didactic (it does not tell us “what to do”), but the project of this book is to show that it is deeply instructive nonetheless, gifting us with tools of immeasurable value and vistas of what it means to be human. I am arguing the utility of art, not in the sense that a visit to the museum or library could be invigorating or could replace a visit to the doctor, but in the broader and more jarring sense that art rewrites our location on the map, reconceives what we take to be our actual contours, where you or I begin and end.

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Table of Contents

Preface
List of Illustrations
Introduction: What the Heart Is
1 A Scream Goes Through the House 3
2 Living in the Body 74
3 Diagnosis: Narratives of Exposure 133
4 Plague and Human Connection 211
5 Saying Death 290
Concluding Thoughts on Depression: Hamlet and His Progeny 372
Acknowledgments 397
Selected Bibliography 401
Index 405
Permissions 421
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First Chapter

Chapter One

a scream goes through the house
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
–William Blake, “London”

I was walking along a road with two friends–the sun was going down–I felt something like a breath of melancholy. The sky was suddenly blood-red–I stopped, and leant against the fence, dead tired–I saw the flaming clouds like blood and a sword–the bluish-black fjord and town–My friends walked on–I stood there, trembling with anxiety–and I felt as though Nature were convulsed by a great unending scream.
–Edvard Munch

ARE WE ALONE?
This book is about the urgency, centrality, and reach of human feeling. I regard feeling as the driving force of our individual lives, and I see it as the very stuff of which art is made. These are radical beliefs, inasmuch as we are taught to think of ourselves as predominantly creatures of reason, as opposed to feeling. And we are also taught to think of art–literature, painting, film–as a largely intellectual enterprise. My argument goes entirely the other way.

Art is our supreme record of human feeling over the ages, and it enables us, quite wonderfully, to access our own emotional depths. These convictions may seem radical, because they challenge many prevalent views about both self and art. Let us examine some of these assumptions, in order to clarify what my book attacks.

Let us begin with the notion of individuation, of a person's being confined to the body and mind he or she is born with. This is one of our most commonassumptions. When we are in pain, we feel we are alone. Of course, social interaction–family, work, friendship, community, love–can militate against this self-absorbed view of life, but in moments of great pain, whether physical or emotional, our islanded state can seem ever more true.

We tend to close in, rather than open out, when there is pain, hurt. Yes, there are people who attend the scream and hurt of others. And we are, each of us, equipped with empathy and sympathy. But goodwill and compassion are only what they are, and they are rarely enough to cross the existential and creatural divide that separates me from you. We feel alone in our pain. We alone know our pain.

This book takes the premise that the opposite is true: human feeling connects us. Works of literature and art can be the bridge. A scream goes through the house. Pain, hurt, feeling, can be shared.

We all know what a scream is: the primordial human expression of feeling, usually the feeling of pain or anguish. Screams constitute the most primitive form of language, utterance at a level common to all living creatures, language that is unamenable to grammar, syntax, or control. Infants scream, children scream. Adults, we know, scream rather less, because they have learned to convert such raw sentience into distancing language, but it does not seem far-fetched to say that adults may be screaming inwardly a great deal, even though we do not hear them.

We can hurt from fear as well as from lesions, and such hurt can range from garden-variety stress to massive, incapacitating anxiety about our work, our relationships, and our engagement with the deaths that must come: those of loved ones and our own. Some may find my description of normal, everyday life exaggerated and melodramatic. You look outside and you do not see shrieking citizens. You meet people and you smile. Pleasure is not unreal. But hurt is more real than we often acknowledge; it has a frequency that no one has ever measured but that every sentient being knows.

This book recognizes the existential dilemma of aloneness and incommunicable pain, but then goes on to show that literature and art constitute a precious human resource for just this reason: they offer us a stunning map of human feeling, a map that displays a world of linkage and connection, in which solitude is overcome, and pain finds utterance.

Illness is one of the quintessential human experiences of such matters, illness understood, at least initially, as the body in pain. Put this way, illness and pain appear as the fate of flesh, the inevitable itinerary of life-in-bodies, beginning with the crying of the newborn, continuing with all the bouts of sickness that punctuate life (even the healthiest life), and extending to the final chapter of death and dying. Illness is also the mind in pain, and this distress seems, if anything, even more locked up within us, more incommunicable, more at odds with the data recorded on our résumés, more unrevealed and unshared and unshareable than physical hurt is. These seem to be stubborn facts of life, with us from cradle to grave.

I have written this book to challenge those facts of life.

THROUGH THE HOUSE: ART AS COMMUNITY

The belief at the heart of this book is that art–literature, painting, and film, as argued, but surely music and other forms of aesthetic experience as well–offers us a shocking new picture of human arrangements, a picture that is insistently collective, relational, and extended. In art we can find and tap into a reservoir of feeling, and this encounter not only breaks open our solitude but also makes audible and visible to us the emotional lines of force that bathe individual life, separate us, yet connect us to one another. Art and literature are the ears we do not have, to hear the sounds of sentience, the emotions of others, and even our own; they are the eyes we do not always have, that can look beneath the surface to see revealed the currents of feeling that lie beneath our words, our actions, and our separate states, and also to delineate the larger community in which emotions inscribe us.

That is why I have called this book A Scream Goes Through the House. The scream originates inside as a sign of pain, but it does not stay inside, stop there: it moves out of us, it goes through the house. Our scream, our seemingly private, seemingly incommunicable expression of anguish or pain has a trajectory, even a career, out in the world and over time, and its “journey” constitutes a story, a capacious human narrative that has largely gone unseen and unheard. That story creates an inhabitable universe, a world of feeling, a world whose citizens we all are, when we hurt, yet it is also a world we can explore, when we hurt. It is my claim that human pain, human feeling more generally, is a pathway; it remakes reality, redraws the boundaries, reconceives the self: where self starts and stops. Unlike the Internet with its informational highway, I have in mind an altogether different network, a kind of emotional highway, a place we can visit via imagination, so that all our assumptions about self-enclosure and incommunicable feeling are utterly exploded: feeling is an umbilical cord that links us to others, is ultimately a mode of travel and transformation.

Where, you may well ask, is this other world I am describing? The answer, of course, is art. Art not only gifts us a picture of this broader sentient universe, a universe that extends across the usually accepted boundaries of time and space, but it offers us a ticket to travel there as well; art and literature enable us to see ourselves anew, to discern our own fit within these larger realms. The experience of art bestows on us something akin to new citizenship papers. Seen collectively, literature and art, including the works discussed in the pages of this book, constitute no less than a mirror and echo chamber, a universe in which our personal stories might be seen and aligned with or against those others on show. Art transports us, we know that; it ushers us into a larger relational scheme largely because feeling is a prime motor in the artistic energy system, a driving force with directionality, scope, and coherence.

Feeling makes art; art makes feeling. These matters are deeply personal, because the feelings in question are not only the artist's, but also the reader's, the spectator's, yours. This reciprocal “making” of art and experience through feeling is, in its own right, territorializing, geographical, constitutive of an actual space for living–with others, through others, as others–well beyond the cramped quarters we have thought to be “self” and “home.” It may sound metaphoric, but the encounter with art is a colonizing experience. We explore the imaginative and emotional terrain of the work, and the work stamps us with its depiction of human life and feeling–and so it makes sense to view this form of mind travel as genuine outreach, a true extension of self. I state this despite the more common view that art is not only subjective but a doubly private matter, an affair of “appreciation” that mainly goes nowhere but “in.”

It is worth pondering these matters, however, because art offers us a prodigious resource here–here in the realm of feeling, whether it be pain or pleasure–and it is a resource utterly unimagined and untapped by the scientific paradigm that governs Western thinking along these lines. Art that matters is rarely sermonizing or didactic (it does not tell us “what to do”), but the project of this book is to show that it is deeply instructive nonetheless, gifting us with tools of immeasurable value and vistas of what it means to be human. I am arguing the utility of art, not in the sense that a visit to the museum or library could be invigorating or could replace a visit to the doctor, but in the broader and more jarring sense that art rewrites our location on the map, reconceives what we take to be our actual contours, where you or I begin and end.

Copyright© 2003 by Arnold Weinstein
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2008

    Brilliantly readable

    This is a wonderful piece of literary criticism with a friendly, accessible tone. Weinstein juggles literature, media, and art and forwards the idea that art, rather than being a personal, isolated experience links us all together through time, space and culture. Unlike many literary critics who try to separate themselves from the common reader by arcane terms and pretentiousness, Weinstein is as good as his view of art, and invites all levels to participate in his critique. He has both interesting timely insights, how our obsession with perfecting our bodies in America doesn't acknowledge our animal beings and the inevitability of decay, and great close readings, as in his simple explication of Blake's 'London'. I love this book, it's almost like taking a class.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2003

    Beyond Visions: Intellect to Consciousness (Thought & Feeling)

    Simply (well, hardly that), Brown Professor of Comparative Literature, Arnold Weinstein, has topped his four decades of distinguished critical studies and deep yet worldly lectures for the Teaching Company on so-wide a scope of literature that he deserves his place atop the icons of the academy, our current Barzun, Bloom, Edmund Wilson. Probing the relation between illness and literature in 'A Scream Goes Through the House,' Professor Weinstein has knocked open an entire wall with his new vision of our arts, our institutions, and our own houses. 'Scream' reapproaches a vast corpus from the point of not only intellect but also feeling. The hurts felt by a patient or by a reader, often created by the artist (though, we hope, not by the physician), pervade consciousness so that we cannot read, view, listen, or breathe without feeling. Weinstein has finally stepped forth to label and explain how we really experience ourselves and our arts.

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