irony. Millhauser is the most ironic of writers. He writes, that is to say, in a style at once extravagant and self- conscious, confident and guilty. What looks to be the smile of imagination eager to take everything for its province is also the self-mocking smile of one who knows too well that imagshy; ination can be neither innocent nor robust, effectual nor free. Irony in Millhauser is the sign of imagination disabused, slyly giving itself over to procedures by which it will exercise its powers only to conshy; front the ultimate failure of those very powers. In the expression of this irony there is joy, but it is the harsh, pyrrhic joy of consciousness triumphant over its own creative powers and illusions. Millhauser creates in the Barnum Museum what he calls 'a realm of wonder,' but as he leads us through its 'gaudy halls' and 'brash abundance' he cannot but note 'a certain coarseness,' and worse, a capacity even in the most stirring exhibits to inspire 'boredom and nausea,' stushy; pefaction, desolation. This is in itself only modestly disturbing, reshy; flecting as it may what are merely changing moods. More insidious by far is the suggestion that the oppositions presented in such a work are themselves not to be seriously entertained, that the very language of wonder is itself so tainted by excess and cliché that it ought not to convey what it ostensibly intends. Even the disillusion so steadily interposed between the poet and his reverie is compromised, literary, inauthentic — not always farcical or ridiculous, but at least slightly exaggerated so as to seem a parody of an earlier mode of austere disillusion.
In fact, parody is so bound up with irony in Millhauser as almost to seem an integral component of his stance. This is not parody as we find it in other postmodern writers, in Barth or in Barthelme, to take two illustrious examples. In novels like
But Millhauser parodies in the more radical spirit of the Thomas Mann who in 1944 noted in his diary that 'I myself know only one style: parody.' This was not in Mann a boastful statement, and of course there is nothing boastful even in the most riotous of Millhauser's fictions. If, like Mann, Millhauser knows only parody, this must be understood as reflecting a disciplined refusal to escape from self-consciousness, from a sense of the potential or actual hollowness, conventionality, ludicrousness of his own best language and ideas. Erich Heller, in his 1958 book
Though other writers have adopted some such dark view of art and of the condition of language, few have expressed it with such seriousness and grave amusement. However obvious the differences between Millhauser and modernist masters like Mann and Kafka, he reminds us of their severe gaiety, their powers of detachment and melancholy serenity. The avant-garde element in Millhauser is clear not in his power to enrage or to shock but in his sense — expressed in a prose vigorous and precise — that to explore the boundaries of conshy; sciousness and invention is to discover not inexhaustibility but limit. The greatest of avant-garde writers have understood that an oppresshy; sive sense of limitation was inherent in the energetic, sometimes fushy; rious attempt to overcome expressive constraints. If the selfproclaimed avant-garde in the United States has often seemed unduly, not to say preposterously, overconfident, that has usually reflected a lack of seriousness associated with the view that limits exist only to be ignored or wished away. The German writer Hans Magnus Enshy; zensberger writes of 'the historic avant-garde' that 'never did it try to play it safe with the excuse that what it was doing was nothing more than an 'experiment.'' The contemporary avant-garde, lacking the seriousness of its predecessors, too often adopts the guise of breakthrough and irresponsibility as 'trademark and as camouflage.' The fiction of Millhauser, in its exigence, reminds us of all that the imagination wishes it were free to accomplish, and impresses upon us the infinite longing for culminations we are increasingly without the resources to believe in. In so doing, Millhauser helps restore to the avant-garde project a scruple and seriousness largely abandoned by ambitious American writers in the late years of this century.
-751-
Biographies of American Authors
Though Abbey was born in Pennsylvania, a preoccupation with the desert landscape of the Southwest — predominantly Arizona and New Mexico — and issues of the environment inform all of his fiction, as well as his life. His experience as a Park Ranger and firefighter finds resonance in his famous work
Born in Vienna, Abish fled Austria with his family and arrived in Shanghai in 1940. In 1960 Abish came to the United States, where he worked as an urban planner. In his challenging, experimental fiction, Abish deconstructs the continuity of ordinary events.
Raised in New York, Acker has lived in San Francisco, Seattle, and San Diego, where she has avowedly pursued a lifestyle corresponding to the stark merge of sexuality, feminism, and 'punk' aesthetics in-753- habiting her fiction. Her novels include
Alcott, daughter of Amos Bronson Alcott, was born in Germantown, Pennsylvania, and grew up in the transcendentalist circle of Emerson and Thoreau. At sixteen she published her first book,