On the other hand…

this guy at the Weekly Standard discussing Dylan's Nobel just doesn't have much idea of what he's talking about. I feel a little embarrassed for him. 

On yet another hand, though, all is not darkness at The Weekly Standard: Andrew Ferguson has a sensible assessment, which happens to be pretty similar to my own. Some people over-rate Dylan to the point of insanity. "Desolation Row" is Dylan's "King Lear"? It's difficult not to react to such hyperbole by going in the other direction. The official reason given by the Swedish Academy is that Dylan was given the Nobel ""for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition". Setting aside the question of whether such an achievement ought to get one an award for literature, that's fair enough.


2 responses to “On the other hand…”

  1. Marianne

    In a piece in The Atlantic (“The Swedish Academy hasn’t redefined ‘literature.’ It’s simply praised the written byproduct of a musical career.”), here’s something Michiko Kakutani of the NY Times wrote 31 years ago that gives a bit of detail to support Andrew Ferguson’s case that Dylan’s work is not literature:

    Simply reading a song, we miss the ways in which the words interact with the music—how, say, the sardonic lyrics to many of the songs on ”Highway 61 Revisited” counterpoint the upbeat, even exuberant tracks—and we are deprived, as well, of the point of view supplied by Mr. Dylan’s raw, insistent inflections and distinctive phrasings. Numbers like ”Lay, Lady, Lay,” ”Blowin’ in the Wind” and even ”Like a Rolling Stone” feel considerably more trite as prose poems than as songs, and many of Mr. Dylan’s weaker efforts —”New Pony,” say, or ”Emotionally Yours”—simply collapse into pretentious posturing when separated from their propulsive tracks, which at least helped to endow them with a modicum of conviction on the records.

  2. Right on target. I may have said this in the comments on the other post, so pardon if I have: it’s almost impossible for anyone who knows the recordings to read the words without hearing the music, and not just the tune but Dylan’s very distinctive and expressive “reading” of them. However, if you make the effort, and come close to doing it, you can’t help seeing that they’re fairly flat. Or at least I can’t. There are a lot of striking images, especially in the early rock recordings that are the foundation of his reputation, but they don’t have a lot of music (in the poetic sense).

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