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224 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2013

I observed that even the good artisans fell into the same error as the poets; because they were good workmen they thought that they also knew all sorts of high matters, and this defect in them overshadowed their wisdom […]One of the groups Curtis White takes on here is those who purvey what Laurie Anderson once called Big Science , i.e. science which is comfortably embedded within the corporate world, and which is uninterested in considering how that embeddedness drives its own research agenda.
What neuroscientists don’t want to consider is the possibility that the “feelings” they fret over are not produced by brain parts but are, to one degree and another, the creation of language itself . As the narrator of Marcel Proust’s Swann’s Way observes, he could never go to a place if he hadn’t read about it first. And of course the great romance of the novel is purely one of those French affairs where Swann “would never have fallen in love if he hadn’t read about it first.” Swann’s feeling of love for Odette has little to do with Odette herself; rather, she is for him his private symbolic association of her with a painting by Botticelli and a phrase of music.White is making not a theological argument here, though, but a good old-fashioned metaphysical one, and charts a rough guide to his alternate approach toward the end of the book, via a return to a vein of philosophy that some in the scientific community might think had been whisked clean away into the dustbin of history yonks ago, by those humourless twinsies, logical positivism and analytic philosophy: specifically, White asks us to take seriously once more the German Romantic tradition from Kant through Nietzsche, which (he sez) took a metaphorical approach in its varied attempts to apprehend that most incomprehensible thing, human life. A careful reconsideration of that tradition, White maintains, might help us feel our way in the dark void which is the human understanding of just what it means to be human: to love, to feel awe, to create culture and history—all of which the apologists for scient-ism would rather just disappear.
The world is something that we both find and invent. Artists, especially spiritually sensitive artists, are most concerned with this paradox. In the space between the symbol and the real is another kind of vibration that is perhaps both different from and a lot like the jiggling of atoms. For the philosopher, the poet, and the composer, it is in that “space between” that they seek what, for lack of a better word, I’ll call the divine.
[…] It may well be that all this is no more plausible than the tooth fairy. Most reasoning people these days will see excellent grounds to reject it. But critics of the richest, most enduring form of popular culture in human history have a moral obligation to confront that case at its most persuasive, rather than grabbing themselves a victory on the cheap by savaging it as so much garbage and gobbledygook.I would maintain that the same could be said for this book: reviewers here on GR should take this book on at its best, not erect a straw-man to pillory. It has a lot to offer us—yes, even in 2021. Now, where's my booster vax? (I am aware of the need to prioritize other countries first…Alas, I got a mixture of A-Z and Pfizer for my first two, and it is not entirely clear that I can visit my parents in the USA when the border finally reopens having had that cocktail)....