A tough one to rate on the star system, unfortunately, since it's very uneven. The early chapters, up to his precis of Wordsworth and especially Coleridge are excellent- he explains how and why Romantic criticism came to be what it is, by putting it into the context of earlier critics. The second half, though, isn't nearly as impressive. It's good intellectual history, I guess, in the 'x thought y' mode. But there's much less convincing analysis of the 'x thought y because of z' mode, and really, that's much more important.
I was also hoping for something a bit less dense when I started, which might have biased me a bit, and there's nothing more fatuous than the psychology of art, from the earliest writers through to the neuro-aestheticians of our time. So that didn't help the middle two chapters. On the other hand, better this than the books that were being written twenty years later, since Abrams was still under the impression that you have to know about something before writing theory about that thing, so this book will help you learn about the Romantics and not about, say, a deconstructivist post-feminist anti-Marxist stance with some vague connection to Shelley. Thumbs up for that. ( )

I've read snatches from this book before for undergraduate essays, but never the whole text. And, I must say, I now feel very foolish for not having read the whole thing cover-to-cover previously. M.H. Abrams, the well-known critic and editor of various Norton Anthologies and Literary Glossaries, attempts in this book to convey the tenets of Romantic theory and how these were shaped by the critical western tradition from Plato up to the nineteenth century. His prose is always succinct and calculated, with little extraneous emotionalism or attempts at bravura criticism. Although I do not really have a problem with more 'subjective' criticism (and I use that term advisedly, as Abrams has a whole section in which he delineates the ascendancy of the terms 'subjective' and 'objective' in the critical lexicon) I did find Abrams's restraint refreshing.

Most of the book is not, in fact, Abrams's own criticism, but rather an exposition of the various streams of literary criticism during the Romantic period, and how these evolved from ancient times. Abrams obviously did extensive (and by extensive, I mean panoptic) research during the writing of this book. He often quotes the usual proponents of Romantic critical theory, such as Coleridge, Hazlitt, De Quincey, etc., but he also digs up critics that have fallen through the cracks of history. If there is anything bravura about Abrams's approach, it is this bringing to light of unknown and forgotten literary theorists and commentators.

I did feel that Abrams held back on his own opinions a little too much in the book, which makes it a bit bloodless. I'm not, however, saying that he should have made it a personal document, or a panegyric to any one critic or school of criticism. God knows we have enough of those. I'm just saying that it would not have hurt to add some more personal appraisals, perhaps as a coda or so. Obviously, Abrams does find some joy in Romanticism and the critical tradition, or he would not have written the book.

I'll end with one of my favourite quotations from the book. It is from the last subsection of the book, The Use of Romantic Poetry, in the chapter, Science and Poetry in Romantic Criticism. Here is Percy Bysshe Shelley giving what Abrams calls a 'classic indictment of our technological, material, and acquisitive society.' It is from Shelley's 'Defence of Poetry':

The cultivation of those sciences which have enlarged the limits of the empire of man over the external world, has, for want of the poetical faculty, proportionally circumscribed those of the internal world; and man, having enslaved the elements, remains himself a slave... The cultivation of poetry is never more to be desired than at periods when, from an excess of the selfish and calculating principle, the accumulation of the materials of external life exceed the quantity of the power of assimilating them to the internal laws of human nature.

Whether one agrees with Shelley's sad indictment of modern material man, one can surely not deny that it is cogently, even beautifully, expressed. For me, it is a motto that I have transcribed deep in my own heart.

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