AT INTERVALS through Better Living Through Criticism, a free-wheeling meditation on how we talk about art, critic AO Scott changes the pace with a series of imagined interviews. Hold on, says his alter ego every couple of chapters, you've been saying this, that and the other, but have you considered this other thing?
He may be asking his own questions, but the format forces Scott to focus. In a book that can be airy, discursive and tangential, these chapters are the most rooted. (They also have none of the coyness of the imaginary interviews in Michael Billington's 101 Greatest Plays, but that's another story.)
In the last of these dialogues, Scott effectively reviews his own book. In the voice of the questioner, he writes: "To be frank I'm still not sure I know what criticism is, unless it is whatever a critic happens to be doing. And in that case what is a critic?"
It's a pretty fundamental question to be asking after 250 pages. Should it really take this long to get to the point? The answer Scott provides is that "criticism is both paradoxical and tautological. It's whatever a critic does."
And if it's not too paradoxical and tautological to say so, herein lies the strength and weakness of his book. Reading it is like watching a kite on a blustery day. It dazzles and delights, dips and dives, loops round itself, gets tied in knots, untangles itself and returns to surprise you. Sometimes, though, it disappears from view. Frequently you lose sight of the thin cord connecting it to the ground. At such moments, to paraphrase Scott himself, I'm not sure I know what this book is.
Should I say what it isn't? Well, it's not a practical guide to being a critic, nor is it a historical overview of critical thinking, although Scott shows great breath of knowledge and understanding on that subject. Although I love the title, I'm not sure this book actually does offer better living through criticism.
Rather, it is a philosophical meander through the questions and contradictions that criticism presents. How can a review be a subjective expression that also aspires to universal truth? What's the point of an activity that comes in between the artist and the audience and yet, strictly, is not required by either? Is criticism a creative act that has artistic value in itself or is it tomorrow's chip paper?
At its most worthwhile, criticism sets itself above the shallowness and hype of the market, so why is it so often treated as a mere consumer guide? Isn't it true to say a work of art is itself a piece of criticism in that it reflects and comments on the world around it? Is the critic friend or enemy? Or both?
Scott has no shortage of opinions (he's a critic; how could he not?) but he is more interested in the questions than the answers. That's his point. The more you consider the act of criticism, the more conundrums it throws up. They are what make it infinitely interesting.
This is an activity that not only provokes self-reflection in the critic (why am I doing this?) but also a similar line of questioning from everyone else (why are you doing this – and who gave you the right?) Despite the uncertainty, despite the animosity and despite the multiplicity of answers, criticism keeps on happening – and for as long as people keep thinking, it always will.
And here I am, criticising Scott's book and here you are, reading about it and now you'll go away with an opinion of my piece of writing about his piece of writing and maybe you'll even write down your opinion . . . and the process is never ending. So should you read his book? Of course you should. Only then will I be able to ask you the questions Scott says are the "origin of criticism": "Did you feel that? Was it good for you? Tell the truth." (Mark Fisher)
Better Living Through Criticism, AO Scott (Jonathan Cape)