On page 59 of The Pleasure of the Text, Barthes writes: “The important thing is to equalize the field of pleasure, to abolish the false opposition of practical life and contemplative life.” I appreciate how mundane Barthes makes the text seem in that paragraph. He relates texts to gardens, dishes, or a voice. It’s one more object among daily life’s many objects. One more thing to interact with and enjoy. Sometimes, I worry that we lend “the text” special status; that, in all our fretting about how to choose the text and justify the text we choose, about how to let the text disclose its own essential means of persuasion and its inner dynamics, we fret away what makes texts worth studying: they are fragments of a material world, and as such, we can fairly assume they impact the world.
Not that we shouldn’t spend so much time precisely defining what textual criticism does and how it works. It’s important to fret. Precision and rigor are virtues. But aren’t virtues all about balance? There is a real danger that we lose ourselves in texts and in our rigorous approaches to them, and treat them like they are special objects whose pursuit is self-justifying.
This is more a reminder to myself than anything, after a semester of textuality. Texts are awash in a wide, wide world, and while we have learned a huge array of procedures and ideas for closely studying them, they are not in some ontological category of their own. Textual critics work in a practical life. Textual criticism’s value comes not from a privileged object, but from a rigorous approach well-suited to objects that often have distinct rhetorical power.
Grounded in the practical life, we can also approach criticism differently: not as a skill useful for scholarship, not as an element of a scholarly persona, but as a way of life. To me, that sounds like more fun.