"Back to
the Woods Ye Muse of Canada": Conservative Response to the Beginnings of Modernism
by Don Precosky
Large changes in literature are usually
evolutionary rather than revolutionary. Periods overlap and melt into each other. The
post-World War I era was an exception. Lines were drawn. New and old stood clearly
delineated. In the 1920's in Canada younger writers, for the first time in the nation's
history questioned the assumptions of their elders and vigorously rebelled against
accepted literary standards. There was a generation gap. One sign of this gap was the way
in which old liners and young Turks differed in their response to two key questions:
"Is there a Canadian literature?" and "Is modernism a good thing?"
This essay focuses principally upon what conservative critics had to say about these two
questions. Their answers constitute the attempts of a dying tradition to preserve itself
in the face if inevitable change.
Those who claimed there
was a Canadian literature based their claim upon the achievements of poets such as
Roberts, Carman, Lampman, and D.C. Scott and fiction writers like Leacock, Connor and
Parker. These same critics also abhorred modern fiction and poetry for abandoning the
styles and subjects of those they acknowledged as Canadian greats. Those who supported
modernism (they were usually young poets who also wrote criticism) and who judged
literature by its standards, found the Canadian tradition wanting. By their lights no
Canadian had written anything worthy of being called literature. Moderation was a rare
commodity, although some can be found. John Murray Gibbon in The Canadian Bookman (1919)1 gave a fair and objective analysis of modernism that
showed him to be a well read in the new poetry of London and Chicago. Raymond Knister,
influenced by the Georgians and the imagists, sought a union of modernism and nationalism.
For example, in "Canadian Letter" he called for a little magazine "devoted
to creative work . . . which should give a voice to what is actually being lived among
us".2 They were the exceptions. In the
main, the intransigence and extremism of the two sides is surprising, even more than five
decades later.
Although Lorne Pierce
claimed that "we have happily left behind the days when . . . the proper attitude
toward our new school of native letters was one of sheer rhapsody, as noisy as it was
uncritical,"3 there is ample evidence of
excessive praise and of doublethink among critics who claimed that there was a reputable
Canadian literature. W.E. MacLellan, writing in The Dalhousie Review, assessed
Maria Chapdelaine and Wild Geese as superior to any American novel.4 A.M. Stephen in "The Major Note in Canadian
Poetry" (1929) ranked Roberts' turgid "In the Wide Awe and Wisdom of the
Night" with "Ozymandias," "On First Looking into Chapman's
Homer," and "Upon Westminster Bridge" and said that "The White
Gull" by Carman was the equal of "Lycidas" and "In Memoriam".5
On the other side there
was the extremism of Leo Kennedy who claimed that "practically all Canadian writing
in English is negligible as literature".6
Kennedy complained that writers of his generation had "as yet no worthwhile
tradition of their own" and that "they do not talk of Lampman, Campbell, Robert
W. Service or Charles G.D. Roberts" for "they are distrustful of the dignified
cultural stupidities of their elders" (100).
For a decade after the
War there was a run on nationalistic articles with titles like "Where is Canadian
Literature?", "Manifesto for a National Literature", and "Attributes
of a National Literature".7 All agreed
that the depiction of nature was the central feature of writing by Canadians. Georges
Bugnet was giving voice to a widely held belief when he wrote that
in Canada, more than anywhere else on earth . . .
the land is more than man, nature is greater than man. Man can fight against her,
transform the southern fringe into a human, civilized dominion, but the great northern
forests and barren lands will always stand, masterful, smile or frown on him, push him
back and we know it, we feel it.8
According to one anonymous critic, nature gave
not only a subject to Canadian writers: it also set the nation's moral tone, "the
spirit peculiar to Canadianism," giving it an "integrity" and "pioneer
freshness" which were lacking in the older European nations.9
Lawrence Burpee went so
far in the Canadian Bookman as to compile a list of books and writers "that
seem to me to teach . . . national selfrespect". The list was as follows:
1. The Clockmaker
2. De Mille's BOWC series
3. poems by Roberts and Carman "particularly those memorable ballads by Carman that
have in them the very sound and atmosphere of the sea"
4. De Gaspe's Canadians of Old
5. Rivard's Our Old Quebec Home
6. Frechette's Christmas in French Canada
7. Drummond's verse
8. Mrs. Traill, Mrs. Moodie, Major Richardson, Crawford's poetry
9. Leacock's Sunshine Sketches
10. Westerners: Charles Mair, Gilbert Parker, Ralph Connor, Marjorie Pickthall Stead, Mrs.
Reeve, Mrs. Salverson, Douglas Durkin10
Burpee's national pantheon is top-heavy with
writers whose major subject is nature or the pioneer life in which nature plays an
important role. The majority are nineteenth-century figures, some of who lived into the
twentieth. None can be described as experimenters.
Most of these same
critics were passionately opposed to modernism. It was described as "intellectual
Bolshevism", "lunacy", and "the foetid breath of decadence''.11 Ramsay Traquair, observing in the Canadian
Bookman that "Ezra Pound does not care for the beat of the metronome"
added, with ill-concealed hope, "let him listen to the beating of his own heart and
he will find that he is a human metronome. A very slight variation in his own rhythm and
he would write poetry no more''.12 H.
Glynn-Ward in "A Plea for Purity" railed against "the German monomaniac
Freud" whose works "besmirched the minds of school-girls and boys" and
against D.H. Lawrence who devotes whole pages to minute descriptions of the most bestial
vices''.13 Her words smack more of
Puritanism than of purity.
Free verse was the most
angrily attacked facet of the new writing. The crusade against it gave rise to most of the
all too few examples of wit in the criticism of the decade (aside from Deacon's hilarious The
Four Jameses). Crawford Irving produced the following parody of a free verse
manifesto:
Our thoughts are too magnificent, too dynamic to
be confined in rhyme and meter any longer. For over three thousand years the poets have
slavishly followed the poetic laws. Dante, Shakespeare, Milton, Tennyson, laws that Homer
followed. We, my brothers, must have freedom.14
E.K. Broadus in the Canadian Forum related
how
I knew a man once who went mad. He had been
meticulously careful in manners and dress. The first symptom of his mental disintegration
was a progressive slouchiness. His dress grew unseemly. Then it became disgusting. Then he
was incarcerated, and I lost track of him; but I am persuaded that if he is still alive he
is a writer and publisher of free verse. (242)
These same boisterous attacks also led to some
howlers which exposed the critics' obvious lack of knowledge of their targets. John
Hurley, for example, railed against "T.G. Elliott's 'Wasteland' "15 while J.A. Roy provided as an example of the
"rubbish of Mr. Ezra Pound" six lines of "The Love-song of J. Alfred
Prufrock''.16
When their tempers were
in check a few critics were able to register some reasoned objections to free verse. The
general feeling was that free verse poetry was not art because it did not make strict
enough demands upon the poet. They argued that it was in fact a kind of verbal anarchy
that "tempts the poet to slouchiness, to the idea that he can blurt out anything, and
if he but disarrange it sufficiently, make it pass for free verse" (Broadus, 242).
Mark McElhinney contended that "rhythm is the very essence of poetry" and that
an abandonment of regular rhythm is "the evidence of mental fatigue''.17 E.K. Broadus complained that the new poetry, like
"the mechanical eye of the camera sees, [but] it has no
vision" (245). He also feared that "with all these old sanctions thrown
overboard, with all these traditional restraints removed, nine out of ten would-be poets,
who might have been discouraged into silence by the old regimen come skipping and
somersaulting blithely into print" (245). These fears were largely ill-founded. The
poet who will "blurt out anything" in free verse is simply a bad poet and will
not fare any better with the sonnet or heroic couplet. The fact that free verse requires
just as much art as more traditional forms is evident in poems like Pratt's
"Newfoundland" and "The Shark" or Smith's "The Lonely Land".
The assumption held by
many conservative nationalist critics was that Canada would avoid the contagion of
modernism. Lionel Stevenson predicted that
it is improbable that any sudden shift will occur
in the proportion of natural and artificial elements in Canadian life. So one may venture
to predict that, for some time to come, Canadian literature will provide a refreshing
haven of genuine romanticism to which the reader may retreat when he seeks an antidote to
the intellectual tension imposed by the future progeny of "The Wasteland" and
"Spoon River".18
The deepest wish of this
older generation of critics was expressed by N. de Bertrand Ludgrain, who likened the
post-War world to the situation in Peter Pan. Writers, he claimed, had
lost their faith in mankind "just as children in Peter Pan had lost their
belief in fairies".19 Someone must
act the part of Peter Pan to restore this faith and
we venture to suggest that Canada should take
upon herself the responsibility of being this sort of Peter Pan. That the novelists, poets
and every sort of writer in Canada endeavour to bring back to the world faith in the old
ideals. We do believe that there is no other country in the world better fitted to a task
of inspiring this sort of literature than is Canada. And surely there could not be a task
more honourable and glorious. (117)
Ludgrain's reference to Peter Pan is
sadly appropriate because he and others of his persuasion were living in a fairyland.
A few Canadians in the
late 'teens and early 'twenties showed some modernist influence, particularly from the
imagists. Such poets include Arthur Stringer in Open Water20 (1914), the first Canadian book entirely in modern free verse,
Lawren Harris in Contrasts21 (1922),
Louise Morey in Dream Tapestries22
(1924), and F.O. Call in Acanthus and Wild Grape23
(1920). The critical response these books received in Canada was generally negative.
Reviewers based their attacks on matters of form. An anonymous reviewer in Saturday
Night advised Stringer "not to turn his back definitely on the resources of
rhyme as he does in this book".24
Florence Deacon Black in Canadian Magazine aimed this same advice at
Harris25 while Barker Fairley complained in the
Canadian Forum that "Mr. Harris has been betrayed by the appalling laxity of
the vers-libre habit now rife on this continent".26 Bowman and Call were also called to task for
writing so-called undisciplined free verse. Most Canadian critics were opposed, in
principle, to the idea of free verse.
The members of the
McGill group knew that Canadian writers could not lead the world back to the past, because
that world was no more. In "Contemporary Poetry" A.J.M. Smith wrote that
our universe is a different one from that of our
grandfathers, nor can our religious beliefs be the same. The whole movement away from the
erroneous but comfortable stability towards a more truthful and sincere but certainly less
comfortable state of flux. Ideas are changing and therefore manners and morals are
changing. It is not surprising, then, to find that the arts, which are an intensification
of life and thought, are likewise in a state of flux.27
Smith knew that there was in his generation a
small corps of poets and novelists who could not, in good conscience, follow slavishly in
the footsteps of older Canadian writers. In order to write of life as they saw it they had
to turn to foreign models such as Yeats whose "symbolism is a definite repudiation of
. . . the scientific materialism, the bleak morality, and the easy objectivity of much of
literature of the late nineteenthcentury"28
and Eliot who can "portray disintegration . . . by splintered images and broken
sequences".29 Implicit in his
statements is the conclusion that there is no Canadian tradition upon which to build.
We can see how the two
questions of modernism and a national tradition were closely related. Those who claimed
that there was a Canadian literature tended to argue for a static tradition. Those who
sought to introduce the new methods of modernism justified the changes they proposed on
the grounds that traditional Canadian writing was worthless. The conservative nationalists
won the battle in that public opinion sided with them, but they lost the war. They remind
one of Tiresias in Dante's Inferno who walks ahead with his head on backwards.
The nineteenth and early twentieth centuries had given Canada writers of some stature.
Most critics wanted younger poets and novelists to carry on in their tradition with their
rhyme schemes and their nature description. They did not want something new and disturbing
dragged into the picture. After the interruption of the War, they wanted Canadian
literature to return, as B.K. Sandwell put it, "Back to the woods, ye Muse of Canada
back to the woods!"30
Notes
John Murray Gibbon, "Rhymes With and
Without Reason," The Canadian Bookman, 1 (1919), 26-34.[back]
Raymond Knister, "Canadian Letter,"
in The First Day of Spring (Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 1976), p. 379.[back]
Lorne Pierce, "Canadian Literature and
the National Ideal," Canadian Bookman, 7 (1925), 143.[back]
W.E. MacLellan, "Real 'Canadian
Literature'," Dalhousie Review, 6 (1926/7), 23.[back]
A.M. Stephen, "The Major Note in Canadian
Poetry," Dalhousie Review, 9 (1929/30), 61.[back]
Leo Kennedy, "The Future of Canadian
Literature," Canadian Mercury, 1 (1929), 99.[back]
J.M. Gibbon, "Where is Canadian
Literature?" Canadian Magazine, 50 (1918), 333-340 Lionel Stevenson,
"Manifesto for a National Literature," Canadian Bookman, 6
(1924) 35-36, 46; Anonymous, "Attributes of a National Literature," Canadian
Bookman, 6 (1924), 61-63.[back]
Georges Bugnet, "An Answer to Lionel
Stevenson's Manifesto," Canadian Bookman, 6 (1924), 85-86.[back]
Anonymous, see note 7.[back]
Lawrence Burpee, "The National Note in
Canadian Literature," Canadian Boohman, 7 (1925), 34.[back]
Crawford Irving, "Bolshevism in Modern
Poetry," Canadian Bookman, 7 (1925), 64; E.K. Broadus, "The
Lunatic, the Lover, and the Poet," Canadian Forum, 3 (1923), 242,
H. Glynn-Ward, "A Plea for Purity," Canadian Bookman, 6
(1924), 64.[back]
Ramsay Traquair, "Free Verse and the
Parthenon," Canadian Bookman, 1 (1919), 26.[back]
Glynn-Ward, see note 11.[back]
Crawford Irving, 67. See note 11.[back]
John Hurley, "Mr. Elliott's
Wasteland," Canadian Bookman, 5 (1923), 126.[back]
J.A. Roy, "Realism in Modern
Poetry," Queen's Quarterly, 30 (1922/23), 388.[back]
Mark G. McElhinney, "Letter to Canadian
Bookman," Canadian Bookman, 7 (1925), 15.[back]
Lionel Stevenson, Appraisals of Canadian
Literature (Toronto: Macmillan, 1926), p. 62.[back]
N. deBertrand Ludgrain, "A Peter Pan of
Literature,"Canadian Bookman, 8 (1926),117.[back]
Arthur Stringer, Open Water (Toronto:
Bell and Cockburn, 1914).[back]
Lawren Harris, Contrasts, A Book
of Verse (Toronto: McClelland and Stewart, 1922).[back]
Louise Morey Bowman, Dream Tapestries (Toronto:
Macmillan, 1924).[back]
F.O. Call, Acanthus and Wild Grape (Toronto:
McClelland and Stewart, 1920).[back]
Anonymous, Review of Open Water by
Arthur Stringer, Saturday Night, February 19, 1915, p. 8.[back]
Florence Deacon Black, Review of Contrasts
by Lawren Harris, Canadian Magazine, 60 (1923), 273-274.[back]
Barker Fairley, Review of Contrasts by
Lawren Harris, Canadian Forum, 3 (1923), 120.[back]
A.J.M. Smith, "Contemporary Poetry,"
The McGill Fortnightly Review, 2 (1926), 31.[back]
Smith, "Symbolism in Poetry," The
McGill Fortnightly Review, 1 (1925/26), 11.
Smith, "Hamlet in Modern Dress," The
McGill Fortnightly Review, 2 (1926), 2.[back]
B.K. Sandwell, "The Deforestation of
Canadian Poetry," in The Privacy Agent (London: Dent, 1928), p. 101.[back]
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