"'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you' was a household adage in nineteenth-century America. It may have originated in one of Aristotle's thoughts…" (p36).
I hope it's clear to everyone that the Golden Rule did not originate in Aristotle's thought. I wanted to start by making that clear.
So apparently General Stonewall Jackson once wrote down some cliches. This is not in itself a damning or embarrassing act: Cliches are only bad if you're a poet! Cliches may help you get through life, may give you good advice in difficult times. If there was not an element of truth in them, they would not be cliches ("which is itself a cliche" –Mike Leigh). I could see why Jackson's notebook of the cliches he collected would be of interest to historians, and furthermore they often provide good advice. "Avoid triumphing over an antagonist." "Sacrifice your life rather than your word."
In this volume, though, these cliches are parodically treated as holy writ, to be examined from every side by all the apparatus of hermeneutic theory. Editor (and erstwhile Jackson biographer) James Robinson explains ways that Stonewall might have applied the various cliches to his life (I guess a reasonable thing for a biographer to do); looks for the possible origins and sources of the cliches (in a scattershot fashion, which leads to absurdities such as attributing Matthew 7:12 to Aristotle, above); and looks for parallel assertions from the great poets and essayists (which Robinson pretty much admits he just gleaned from a copy of Bartlett's). The attention paid to these bland, common-sense assertions is so out of proportion to the merits of the text that the end result is absurd.
It's possible the book really is a very dry parody. The non-sequitur quotations from Emerson and Rousseau; the full page praising Jackson's "chastity"; the inexplicable misattribution of the single most famous piece of advice in the Western Canon (above)—these are all pretty funny, and exactly what I might expect from a put-on joke book about Jackson and his maxims. Also, the hagiographic praise for Stonewall Jackson, "a role model for any age" (p91, but also passim, I assure you) is absurdly over-the-top. I'm willing to believe that Jackson was honest, brave, and competent as he struggled to ensure that humans would continue to be owned as property.
I am aware that my self-righteous Union sympathies are showing. Many people I admire from the past—Alexander the Great, Cromwell, Macaulay—disagreed with both me and the "modern world" in general on key issues. They are all bad role models as well as being good role models, and I shouldn't need someone, while eulogizing Genghis Khan's vigor and skill, to keep reminding me, "also he did a lot of bad things." It's charming that Robinson thinks so highly of this general, even if he fought for an evil cause.
But I can't help but suspect that this book is actually designed to be purchased and owned an easy way to signal a demographic, a demographic not sympathetic to my Union sympathies. "Evil cause," "did a lot of bad things," and "bad role model as well" are not phrases the book supports attributing to Jackson. The book is downright nostalgic! "Writers of every generation since [Jackson's death] have asserted that had he lived, the Confederate States of America might have triumphed" (p9) it claims, with little regard for the actual likelihood of the assertion, but with noticeably dewy eyes. Readers are supposed to interpret that as "we might have triumphed," aren't they?
I don't mean to be too hard on Jackson, whose loyalty to his state (and not his country, which is weird but a timepiece, I am aware) is what brought him into the war, or on Robinson, who produced a weird book but may have done it sincerely and with love for his biographical subject. I just can't get over how weird this book is. This book is weird. Jackson's maxims so-called would make more sense embroidered on a throw pillow than analyzed in a book. And a throw pillow is a better signal, because your couch is more obvious than your bookshelf.