Philip Roth and Pleasure Patrick Hayes (bio) William Wordsworth's Preface to the Lyrical Ballads is in no sense an aesthete's charter, nor do we tend to think of Wordsworth himself as a hedonist. But this writer, who did perhaps more than anyone to establish modern literature as an object of serious attention and human importance, nonetheless insisted that its primary function is to give "immediate pleasure," and that pleasure itself is no less than the "grand elementary principle" of our lives. Any form of writing that forgets this fact, Wordsworth insisted, will quickly become irrelevant.1 The question of irrelevance was on everyone's mind in a seminar I attended in Boston a few years ago, the aim of which was to reflect upon the crisis in literary studies in America. Falling enrollments, cuts in funding, and a sense of becoming ever more peripheral: these were our concerns. It was led by two scholars who had both published well-received academic books on postwar literature: one was about the institutional and economic environment of contemporary writing; the other dealt with the relationship between literature and human rights discourse. Neither of these thoughtful and intelligent books was animated by the idea that pleasure is the "grand elementary principle" that should inform our attention to literature at its deepest level. And as the seminar developed, there was an absence of the word "pleasure," or any of its cognates. Instead, the discussion was very much in keeping with the broadly sociological emphasis of the "Post-45" group of scholars, who are currently setting the direction of contemporary American literary studies.2 By contrast, pleasure is very emphatically something that Philip Roth did not forget about. It might even be said that his fiction rubs our noses in it. From Alexander Portnoy's frantic pursuit of sexual gratification, to Mickey Sabbath's delirious mockery of all moral values, Roth was intent on showing us that pleasure matters. He refused, to quote another of his characters, to "deodorize life and make it palatable" (Communist 179), insisting we confront the most embarrassing aspects of our humanity. And while Roth remains a very popular writer, he has often been marginalized and treated with suspicion by academic literary studies in America—that profession which now [End Page 62] finds itself in crisis, with falling enrollments and a sense of becoming ever more peripheral. Of course Wordsworth himself would hardly have recognized Roth's conception of pleasure, let alone hailed him as the savior of literary value. In the Preface to the Lyrical Ballads the experience of pleasure is understood via David Hartley's pantheistic psychology as a route to our best selves, and in some ways The Prelude affirms this view: its main narrative suggests that nature teaches us through pleasurable encounters with the beautiful and the sublime, and that poetry recaptures and intensifies those experiences, deepening that process of education.3 As I have argued elsewhere, Roth's significance lies not least in the way his writing challenges this redemptive view of life—or more precisely, the assumption that our life is in need of any sort of redemption. Instead there is a distinctively Nietzschean orientation in his work, a tendency to conceive pleasure in a more explicitly vitalistic and embodied way as a love of intensities, of those qualitatively rich forms of becoming that Nietzsche called the "will to power" (his own name for that "grand elementary principle"). But while there is much to separate Roth and Wordsworth, they are united in the view that pleasure is in the deepest sense not a form of hedonistic dissipation but a special type of intelligence, and that one of the most primary things literature can do is educate us about it. Education was one of Roth's most enduring concerns, and among the many educators portrayed in his fiction one of the most memorable is Murray Ringold, the high school English teacher featured in I Married a Communist. Zuckerman remembers feeling "in the sexual sense, the power of a male high school teacher like Murray Ringold—masculine authority uncorrected by piety" (Communist 2). Yet Mr. Ringold's interest in power resides not in crude forms of...
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