More from Wilson

A small update:

Plane tickets have been booked, an apartment was found, I'm moving in just over a month. I should be in Vancouver on August 6th.

Some more comments from Axel's Castle -- they cut a bit close to my own center -- too much like criticism of what I try to do.

Each of the essays of Strachey or Mrs. Woolf, so compact yet so beautifully rounded out, is completely self-contained and does not lead to anything beyond itself; and finally, for all their brilliance, we begin to find them tiresome.

Wilson is making a case against the proliferation of insular criticism -- saying that the work of the critic is more than a simple show-and-tell of what makes one work of art beautiful. He says that criticism is no longer concerned with 'the purpose and destiny of human life in general,' but rather with examining 'literature, art, ideas and specimens of human society with a detached scientific interest or a detached aesthetic appreciation which seems in either case to lead nowhere.'

It doesn't do anything -- doesn't create anything -- it doesn't advise or instruct. It merely dwells in one place -- distinguishing, 'the kind of pleasure to be derived from one kind of book, the kind of interest to be felt in one kind of personality, from the kind to be found in any other." And this is apparently not enough.