The Department of English in
any university is predicated on the idea that writing is a skill that can be
studied, learned, taught, and to some degree, mastered (at the undergraduate
level, at least). We have innumerable
theories on how to teach writing, and each teacher does his or her variation on
some of these approaches, funneling their ideas into at least two core classes,
Freshman Composition 1 and 2. The goal
of these courses is that students leave with a knowledge of writing critical
essays using sources, and are able to understand how to write for various
audiences by employing different rhetorical strategies to make his or her
argument coherent and, perhaps, persuasive.
Sounds simple enough, but it’s a pretty tall order considering students have
a very tenuous relationship with writing. Sure, most have a passing acquaintance with
the basics of writing an essay, and if pressed, some will admit that they have
at least heard of MLA documentation.
A few even know the difference between primary and secondary sources
(but only a few). However, the idea of
making an argument and responding to other ideas and conversations out in the
world is completely foreign to most students for one simple reason: the vast
majority of students don’t like to read.
They didn’t read as high school students, and they don’t magically read
once they come to college. Sure, they (usually)
dutifully read assigned pages in a textbook or a novel assigned for class, but reading
is seen as an artificial activity, something remote and academic. It’s not something “real” that occurs in an organic
form out in the world...and if it does, it primarily takes the form of Harry
Potter or something they would consider “fun reading.”
The disconnect between the world
of ideas that circulates through books, newspapers, magazines, and more critically
informed internet articles/sites and the writing students produce in college is
absolute. Writing is a “no outlet”
activity for them, a dead end that necessitates a U-Turn to get back to
civilization. They don’t realize that
every piece of writing is a response, in a conscious or subconscious way, to
something else that has been written. I’ve
never read an article in a magazine that didn’t allude to a book, author, poem,
or song in some explicit way. A few
weeks ago in class, we read an essay entitled “Excuse Us While We Kiss the
Sky.” None of the students caught
the reference. Now, knowing or not
knowing the Jimi Hendrix song didn’t negate the essay’s meaning, but it did
enhance it. It also proved that the
writer was responding to an idea, or even an emotion that came from another
source—it provided a launching-off point for the writer’s thesis. The less students read, and by “read” I mean
read widely in all possible forms and genres, the less capable they are of
meaningful writing. Writing always
begins as a response, not as self-invention or self-congratulation. It doesn’t spring magically from the writer’s
head, but is planted there by a series of ideas by a series of writers. Indeed, the whole point of writing in college
is to prepare students to enter into the intellectual world of ideas, which
demands knowledge of multiple conversations so you can respond critically and
intelligently (rather than simply saying “that sounds stupid,” or “I just don’t
believe that”!). We see this in the
world of literature, where most writers begin by emulating his or her favorite
writers, sometimes to the point that we dismiss someone for sounding too much
like Poe, or someone else for mimicking Joyce.
Imagine a writer who set out to write poetry with no knowledge of poetry
from Chaucer to Heaney. Imagine a poet
who had never read a single poem. What
kind of poetry would he or she write?
The poet’s knowledge would come only through half-remembered lines of
poetry heard in school, maybe a limerick, perhaps The Star Spangled Banner. Would we want to read such poetry? And more importantly, would it have any
meaning for lovers of poetry?
In the mid 1990’s, a classical
label released a series of works by a young Chinese-American composer who had
autism. He had grown up listening to the
great canonical classical composers of the 18th/19th centuries—Mozart,
Beethoven, and Brahms, but nothing since.
He had never heard or listened to Stravinsky, Schoenberg, or Cage, not
to mention jazz, blues, rock, metal, rap, etc.
He had an uncanny ability to mimic the works he had learned by heart, so
his music sounded like a crib from Mozart here, a passage from Brahms, there,
etc. Yet it also sounded like a museum
piece, as nothing, not a single phrase, sounded like it had been composed in
the 20th century, much less the near-21st.
While many composers often write in a neo-classical mode, as Prokofiev
did in his famous Classical Symphony of 1917, it remains recognizably “modern.” You can tell in every bar that this is a 20th
century mind/voice re-appropriating classical models. The Chinese composer was denied this
heritage. He knew nothing of the music
of his own time, much less the nearest generations before him; he composed in a
“dead end” of music, responding to ideas as if they were merely abstractions,
like dandelion seeds blown into the ocean.
Needless to say, he didn’t join the ranks of great composers, nor did
these CDs sell particularly well, that I can remember. They were a curiosity, and a somewhat tragic
one at that, since he was billed as a prodigy.
The difference being that a true musical prodigy, someone like Mozart,
or Mendelssohn, or even Korngold, read widely in the music of the past and the
present, and were immediately able to write in a “modern” style.
This is how I see many of our
students writing essays, through no fault of their own: they know a few old
ideas (often not old enough), and are continually writing and re-writing in
this antique style without any awareness of what has happened in the previous
century. This sounds strange, since our
students are so plugged into the virtual world, and are about the “now,” and
not the “then.” And yet, so little of
their virtual time is spent reading in any meaningful way; it’s spent skimming
or dancing over images and sounds rather than the “deep reading” that a true
conversation demands. The internet in
many ways is the worst teacher imaginable, since it relies on sound bites and
tweets which are all about surface glitter.
The hard, gray matter beneath any story has to be sought, and seeking
takes time—it can’t be absorbed in a news feed.
So this compounds the difficulty of teaching writing to students, since
we also have to teach them to read. This
might sound condescending, but it’s not meant to: rather, we have to train
students to read against the grain of their culture, to find time and space to
find the ideas that matter to our world.
These ideas can only be found in the words of those who spend their
lives pursuing them—the writers, artists, musicians, etc. who add to the living
conversation of humanity. Their works
have to be read, not skimmed, not seen in a 3- minute clip, but thoroughly and
patiently understood. To me, that is the
essence of writing: to learn to be a reader of culture. Otherwise, what would you write? What would you say? What would you think? Sure, everyone has an opinion, but an opinion
isn’t a reflex—it’s a response. It needs
to be informed.
So to return to my original
question, can writing be taught in college?
In a certain sense, no, I don’t think it can. That is, you can’t teach writing
mechanically, abstractly, without connecting it to the world of ideas. Otherwise, it’s just information and it just
dies on the page. I know a lot of writing professors believe that
the class should produce the “reading” of class and that a writing class should
be about writing, not books. I would
support that if students were better read, or if were teaching a class of
professors. However, given the reality
of most college students, who through no fault of their own are conditioned by
their culture, this would be like teaching a film class without watching a
single film (and more importantly, films made before the students were
born). A writing class has to be a
cultural conversation, and the core of that class has to be a response to
writing that is ongoing in our world, from the past and the present. We can’t assume that technology has made
these students any more savvy than we were at their age (I wasn’t, by the
way). We have to assume they need to be
initiated in the great ideas of our civilization, the ones people are still
writing about in The Odyssey and Rolling Stone. Otherwise, writing is just keystrokes for a
grade. And that kind of writing doesn’t
need to be taught—they’ve already learned all about that in high school, along
with all the tricks necessary to get the grade. They think you can write it the night before (or the hour before!) and simply throw in quotes and requirements--since it's not a conversation, or a response, but just an "assignment." But you can’t bluff your way through a response to living ideas: you
either know them (and can respond to them) or you can’t. I don’t want to teach
students tricks or tips or engage them in endless workshops; I want to teach
them where ideas come from and how to respond to them. In short, I want to teach them why writing
matters, and erase the useless distinction between writing and literature,
words and ideas, or school and life.
In closing, I took an
eye-opening creative writing course in my undergraduate studies where we read
an entire anthology of short stories.
Many of my fellow students were pissed, since they thought this was
going to be a creative writing workshop, not another literature class! The professor, a widely published author of
acclaimed novels and stories, brusquely swept this aside: if you don’t know the
tradition of writing you won’t write anything new. And she couldn’t stand writing that existed
in a vacuum. If you wanted to write
short stories you had to read Chekhov, Maupassant, Tolstoy, James, Wharton,
Carver (among others). She particularly
(and I think, unfairly) hated genre fiction since she thought it allowed the
students an easy “out” to reading in a tradition (and it often did—students would
say “I’m writing about an imaginary world so no one has written about it before”). But all writing has precedents, and all
writing responds to another writer or series of ideas. I know many Creative Writing teachers are
uneasy making their classes seminars in literature, and prefer the workshop
approach, with the students’ writing being the ‘reading’ in question. Yet what I learned in this class is how
little my fellow students had read, as well as how much more I had yet to
read. There were students writing short
stories in this class who had never read a single short story. They had read a few novels, so guess what,
they wrote condensed novels in short-story form (of what they imagined that
looked like). Few even knew how to position
dialogue on the page, and even fewer knew how to write it (that’s the most
elusive skill of all). I think writers
need to learn from one another, and to read each other’s writing; but more
importantly they need to read, and I worry about the metaphor of the blind
leading the blind. To write you first
need to see, so why not start with those who helped us see the clearest, and
whose works continue to point the way forward for other writers, thinkers, and
simple human beings?
As a confession, this post is a
response to grading 50+ papers over Spring Break. There’s a lot of work yet to be done...
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