(By Scott Beauchamp, BookRiot.com, 13 July 2012)
You could
say that he’s as American as apple pie. Or the electric chair. But to some critics, that’s the problem. Or,
to be more precise, many literary critics equate cultural ubiquity with lower
standards. And in a general sense, they’re right. The whole point of creating
literary standards is to separate the elite authors from the mediocre. Ignoring
for the moment that every critic has their own standards, which always include
their own biases, it’s easy to accept the concept that there are books that are
literary and books that are entertainment. At their best, books are both of
these things. But what seems to be left out of this overly simple demarcation
are the demands of the reader. And in King’s world, the reader is, well…king.
Dwight Allen, originally
writing in the L.A. Review of Books, takes King to task for not being up to
snuff. Or, what he really does, is take his literary-minded friends to task for
giving King more credit than Allen thinks he deserves. This all comes up in a
conversation he has with his wife (not a critic, she works in the medical
field), and they begin discussing why readers read the kind of fiction that
they do. Allen generously (I’m not being sarcastic here) allows that what he’s
looking for in a book might not be what everyone else is. He admits to being a
“high-maintenance” reader and that he wants every sentence to be true and
beautiful. He then goes on to recount his horrible experiences of trying to
read King. So much cliché and trudging, he claims, and so boring.
Fair enough. Dwight Allen doesn’t enjoy reading Stephen
King. But it was the end of the piece that struck me as a little cynical. When
talking about the publishing business being just like any other business,
biased towards market-driven value, fueled by politics, etc, Allen is basically
making the impossible case that an infrastructure he feels lacks credibility is
granting said credibility to an author that he doesn’t like. As the English
used to say, it’s a bit of a bad show.Things weren’t improved by Erik Nelson’s response on Salon. Nelson accuses Allen of a variety of thought crimes, including but not limited to: professional jealousy, snobbery, elitism, and ignorance. His tone is shrill and his metaphors are quite literally laughable (“…Allen should have read, before trying to set this straw man on fire with his woefully wet matches.” “…work worthy of more than a drive-by shooting by a lazy marksman.”). Most of Nelson’s criticisms were off-mark themselves. He never defends King’s work on any basis other than: 1) He enjoys reading it 2) Other people enjoy reading it 3) He is a JFK documentarian and can attest to the accuracy of King’s last novel, 11-22-63. I know I sound mean when I say this, but the kind of defense King should get from accusations of being a bad, stupid writer, probably shouldn’t come from one of the same. Because he’s not, and he deserves more than that.
In other words, I think both Allen and Nelson are wrong. Allen is wrong because he’s too vague in his criticism about the criteria he uses to judge the literary merit of King. Sentence by sentence, King may not be a David Foster Wallace. But as a storyteller, isn’t he one of the best? Don’t his trenchant social criticisms have literary value? And Nelson is wrong because he defends King using the same material that Allen uses to criticism him with. No, being popular does not make you good. Or at least that’s what a banner hanging in my sixth-grade classroom told me. It seems like these semi-annual “should I feel bad about reading Stephen King?” battles are getting a bit out of hand. Snobs: your standards are not objective. King Defenders: don’t be so insecure. These arguments always seem to bring out the worst in people, because it really becomes a war about your identity as a reader. But who cares who considered which author to be what? Sit down and read and enjoy.
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