Excerpts from a column by Gregory Currie in The New York Times, June 1
You agree with me, I expect, that exposure to challenging works of literary fiction is good for us. That’s one reason we deplore the dumbing-down of the school curriculum and the rise of the Internet and its hyperlink culture. Perhaps we don’t all read very much that we would count as great literature, but we’re apt to feel guilty about not doing so, seeing it as one of the ways we fall short of excellence. Wouldn’t reading about Anna Karenina, the good folk of Middlemarch and Marcel and his friends expand our imaginations and refine our moral and social sensibilities?
If someone now asks you for evidence for this view, I expect you will have one or both of the following reactions. First, why would anyone need evidence for something so obviously right? Second, what kind of evidence would he want? Answering the first question is easy: if there’s no evidence – even indirect evidence – for the civilizing value of literary fiction, we ought not to assume that it does civilize….
What sort of evidence could we present? Well, we can point to specific examples of our fellows who have become more caring, wiser people through encounters with literature. Indeed, we are such people ourselves, aren’t we?…
We are poor at knowing why we make the choices we do, and we fail to recognize the tiny changes in circumstances that can shift us from one choice to another. When it comes to other people, can you be confident that your intelligent, socially attuned and generous friend who reads Proust got that way partly because of the reading? Might it not be the other way around: that bright, socially competent and empathic people are more likely than others to find pleasure in the complex representations of human interaction we find in literature?…
There is a puzzling mismatch between the strength of opinion on this topic and the state of the evidence. In fact I suspect it is worse than that; advocates of the view that literature educates and civilizes don’t overrate the evidence – they don’t even think that evidence comes into it. While the value of literature ought not to be a matter of faith, it looks as if, for many of us, that is exactly what it is.
Now, philosophers are careful folk, trained in the ways of argument and, you would hope, above these failings. It’s odd, then, that some of them write so confidently and passionately about the kinds of learning we get from literature, and about the features of literature that make it a particularly apt teacher of moral psychology. In her influential book Love’s Knowledge, Martha Nussbaum argues that the narrative form gives literary fiction a peculiar power to generate moral insight; in the hands of a literary master like Henry James, fiction is able to give us scenarios that make vivid the details of a moral issue, while allowing us to think them through without the distortions wrought by personal interest.
I’m not inclined to write off such speculations; it is always good to have in mind a stock of ideas about ways literature might enhance our thought and action. But it would be refreshing to have some acknowledgment that suggestions about how literature might aid our learning….
Everything depends in the end on whether we can find direct, causal evidence: we need to show that exposure to literature itself makes some sort of positive difference to the people we end up being. That will take a lot of careful and insightful psychological research (try designing an experiment to test the effects of reading War and Peace, for example). Meanwhile, most of us will probably soldier on with a positive view of the improving effects of literature, supported by nothing more than an airy bed of sentiment.

Literature may improve us, but it doesn’t necessarily do so. Dr Goebbels’s doctorate was in Literature; he was a specialist in German plays of the Romantic period. And while Hitler may not have been a great reader of Literature, he was most certainly a passionate devotee of the opera, who, in his youth, regularly swooned at Wagner performances. Does being moved by Wagner make you a better person? Works of art definitely have the power to change us, but not always for the better. Dr Johnson counselled against indiscriminate novel-reading because he thought that, while morally good ones might make us better, morally bad ones might make us worse. That is also Flaubert’s point in Madame Bovary.
Looking for causality here is futile if not counter-productive. Reflective thought via ‘art’ is bound to leave an ‘un-positivist’ trace in one’s psyche that is often only subliminally ‘internalized’, ‘un-dated’ and ‘un-authored’. It all adds up to a non-confessionally plagiarized ‘kaleidoscopic composite’ that we happen to call our ‘self’, struggling to overcome acting in an ex-post facto mode of learning.
I know when I read the greats, that I think like the GREATS. ‘ nuff say, your non-reading wankers!
Do I have to get better? Would it be just enough to enjoy great literature?