Stanley Fish is one of America's most stimulating literary theorists. In this book, he undertakes a profound reexamination of some of criticism's most basic assumptions. He penetrates to the core of the modern debate about interpretation, explodes numerous misleading formulations, and offers a stunning proposal for a new way of thinking about the way we read.Fish begins by examining the relation between a reader and a text, arguing against the formalist belief that the text alone is the basic, knowable, neutral, and unchanging component of literary experience. But in arguing for the right of the reader to interpret and in effect create the literary work, he skillfully avoids the old trap of subjectivity. To claim that each reader essentially participates in the making of a poem or novel is not, he shows, an invitation to unchecked subjectivity and to the endless proliferation of competing interpretations. For each reader approaches a literary work not as an isolated individual but as part of a community of readers. 'Indeed," he writes, "it is interpretive communities, rather than either the text or reader, that produce meanings."The book is developmental, not static. Fish at all times reveals the evolutionary aspect of his work--the manner in which he has assumed new positions, altered them, and then moved on. Previously published essays are introduced by headnotes which relate them to the central notion of interpretive communities as it emerges in the final chapters. In the course of refining his theory, Fish includes rather than excludes the thinking of other critics and shows how often they agree with him, even when he and they may appear to be most dramatically at odds. Engaging, lucid, provocative, this book will immediately find its place among the seminal works of modern literary criticism.
The subtitle of this book ought to be "Stanley Fish Deconstructs Himself".
This is a collection of essays on literary theory by literary critic Stanley Fish. The book is interesting throughout, but of particular interest is how it is organized. Fish states, right from the introduction, that the perspective from which the bulk of the essays was written is wrong.
Fish began his journey into literary theory as a reader-response theorist. That is, he believed that there is no objective text, but the text is created through the experience of reading. He then made several moves to sidestep the radical implications of this theory; drawing on psychology and Chomsky's universal grammar to try and thread the needle between saying there is one strictly correct reading, and there are no correct readings.
In the introduction to the book, Fish says that this move implicitly reintroduced the text as the objective factor; in creating a stable, if flexible, reading experience, he was all but recreating the notion of a stable text. So any time he advanced arguments which effectively undermined the partisans of stable texts, he also undermined his own position.
The introduction fleshes out not only his mistakes, but how they led him to the conclusion ultimately embraced in the last quarter to a third of the book. As the actual subtitle implies, he centers his theory on interpretative communities. In a way readers create texts, but it is more accurate to say that communities create the conditions for creating texts---and yet more accurate to say that communities create both readers and texts. I will not here delve into the subtleties of this argument, which is well worth the price of admission, but Fish advances it masterfully.
In creating a book that centers so much on reader experience, Fish also cultivated a unique experience for his reader. The deconstruction of his journey in the introduction is followed by opening statements at the beginning of each essay, talking about the circumstances, strengths, and fatal flaws of what you are about to read. This created a useful tension for me---I could see problems straightaway, but I wasn't sure if I was seeing them because they were obvious or because Fish had given them away from the start.
Progressing through the book feels much like watching someone work out a problem by sketching solutions again and again. The reader-response section shifts subtly as you go along, in response to criticisms he received at the time. He also includes an interesting discussion of Speech Act Theory, which is an excellent essay in its own right. In general I felt the pleasure of seeing a clearly intellectually curious person attending to their own growth, and owning the mistakes made along the way.
It does not hurt that Fish is an excellent stylist, bringing wit and bravado into the dry subject of literary theory. And once you have done the work of following through his reader-response phase, you can more plainly see how interpretive communities sweep away a lot of conceptual problems. Of course, they also create problems of their own---but the structure of the book leads me to believe that that is exactly what he wanted you to see.
If you wanted to dip your toes into literary theory, or have ever wondered about the nature of meaning, you could do worse than starting here.
When I mentioned in a conversation the other day that I had just finished reading this book, a friend who has studied this said: “Stanley Fish is very seductive.” That captures well how I feel at the moment — I am engaged, even entranced at times by Fish’s command of language and his ability to respond to and expand an idea, but when I step outside of his precisely ordered lines of thought, I find myself echoing elements, perhaps, but not much (not yet, at least) of the whole.
On the structure of the text: This is a collection of essays organized on the topic of the reader’s relationship to the text and how this is worked out in literary criticism, many prefaced by Fish’s analysis of his own work past the essays’ original publication. Fish concludes with several chapters building out the notion of “interpretive communities,” a concept presented as a resolution of some of the inconsistencies he self-identifies in previous essays. The collection, taken as a whole, charts his progress in developing his contributions to literary criticism — this, I think, is well done, even as it softens the blow of the more stinging critiques he levels against other writers. I doubt it could have been structured more sensibly, but I will say that I would have liked to get to the last set of chapters more quickly. They most clearly articulate his theories, where prior essays are mostly a demonstration of these in handling literature or else his responses to contemporary disagreement.
I really enjoyed this quite a bit, even though I am not especially practiced at reading theory and had to take the essays in measured doses. Other Goodreads reviewers have characterized Fish as arrogant, and I agree — he writes with the assumption that one is held captive by his reasoning. This is not wrong, because he is a brilliant writer, and as I read, I wanted to be convinced. I found his style of storytelling and rhetorical sleights of hand amusing, if dry. I liked the essays that were samples of his own literary readings of Milton’s poetry or speech-act theory in Shakespeare, even when his analysis was beyond me (it would probably help to actually read L’Allegro or Coriolanus).
However, I also have several hesitations. Although some broadly concern what I consider the weaknesses of reader-response theory, I am not wholly convinced by the particular solutions Fish proposes, seductive though they might be. I am most interested in: first, the relativism problem and whether interpretive communities answer here, and second, the relationship of authorial intent and determinate meaning to the stability of a text.
First, Fish writes explicitly to counter formalist concerns about reader-response criticism as inevitably leading to a descent into relativism, which is, for good reason, the main argument against reader-response theory. If the reader, in interpreting a text, is responsible for constructing its meaning, then there is no accountability and a reader can go off and develop all manner of meaning from all manner of readings. To safeguard against problems of solipsism, Fish proposes the notion of “interpretive communities,” which are characterized by shared sets of interpretive strategies. Interpretation is always happening, he says — there is no way not to play the game, and there is no way not to play it in the absence of an interpretive community. At a more basic level, no interpretation happens independently, because no instance of communication happens independently. Every instance of language occurs within systems that are governed by assorted norms and values, these mostly tacitly known. They are specific to and shaped by particular contexts, but also beyond the control of the individual. No individual reader, then, can isolate oneself so thoroughly from communication norms such as to have a totally individual reading of any text — there is no ambiguous, undefined space that is either pure language in the absence of interpretation or where any possible reading can be legitimate.
I think Fish is absolutely right in that language is informed by structures well below the surface, and instances of it never take place absent of context and many levels of meaning. In his model, no one can ever get to a purely relativistic reading of a text, because it will always take place within an interpretive community. However, I am not convinced that interpretive communities sufficiently safeguard against a less extreme form of relativism. I also don’t think that Abrams, Hirsch, et. al are concerned about the possibility of some pure relativistic reading — the concern is much more quotidian, about ordinary interpretive exercises and their failures. An example of this could be the story with which Fish opens Chapter 14, “How to Recognize a Poem When You See One.” Fish describes a classroom exercise in which he writes a list of the names of several linguistic theorists on the blackboard and tells his students that it’s a poem. They then construct interpretations of it, coming up with what it could be doing as a poem. By asking his students to read a list of names as not a list of names but as a poem charged with religious undertones, Fish invites the students into a particular interpretive community. He offers the story as a demonstration of his theory that interpretive structures and strategies shape the meaning of a given text more than the text itself does.
Again, I think there’s some truth to this, but also, this isn’t being fair to the best version of interpretation, and this is what people worry about when they worry about reader-response criticism! This example shows what an interpretive community might look like in action, certainly, but it doesn’t endear the concept to me. For one thing, this makes interpretive communities seem restrictive, not liberating. Fish controls the community and the context in which his students operate and interpret. Even if a student were to recognize a couple of the names and realize what’s going on, what is that student supposed to do — refuse to participate in the assignment? Challenge Fish as the instructor? This suggests to me that interpretation in Fish’s model relies on selecting a source of authority and deriving interpretive strategies from that source, but that source, for some reason, can’t be the text itself.
This leads into my second objection, which is that I have a hard time assessing precisely what Fish wants us to think about determinate meaning in a text. He seems to walk back over the course of this book the hardline stance at the outset that there is no determinate meaning in a text. Possibly he does not want us to toss out all authorial intent, just to grant the reader more authority in constructing meaning. Initially, I thought Fish’s theory went hand-in-hand with Roland Barthes’s work on the “death of the author.” I think now I would revise that position — Fish proposes something less radical. Barthes would have us discard the author’s context in favor of constructing meaning from the reader’s conversation with the text. Fish would have us treat the text as not itself determinate in creating meaning, but he would not necessarily have us put the author to death, just the finality of the text as determined by the author.
Even if Fish cares more about authorial intent than I’m currently giving him credit for, I think I still just have a much higher view of what it means to be an artist. It seems really unfortunate not to conceive of authors as having something to communicate that might be at times beyond readers’ ability to interpret from their own knowledge. I don’t buy all the way into Romanticism or think that every piece of art must necessarily be an invitation into transcendence by virtue of its form. There is a lot of trivial, trashy art in the world. Sometimes it serves another purpose than transcendence. But, as a Christian reader and artist, following Tolkien and Fujimura and various authors and theologians, I have a very strong view of the artist as sub-creator, as one who draws on and out of the Imago Dei. It seems difficult to hold this view together with one that diminishes authorial and artistic intent. Fish says, as part of his classroom example, about poems and lists as fundamentally the same artifacts: “The conclusion, therefore, is that all objects are made and not found, and that they are made by the interpretive strategies we set in motion” (331). To that, I say: Excuse me?? Perhaps this is not precisely where Fish intends this idea to lead, but this application of reader-response theory leaves very little room for a high regard for artistic vision. An author writes to convey something that might be much larger than a given reader can construct. I would say that does not reduce the author’s vision to ashes. If no reader ever gets anywhere, that is one problem. But most of the time, readers know how to distinguish between a sonnet and a grocery list, and that is at least in part because of the artist’s creative effort — the ability to make that distinction does not lie, I think, entirely with reader ability. Authorial intent seems clearly to matter. I just can’t tell whether, or how much, it matters to Fish.
One thing I did appreciate was Fish’s conception of the act of interpretation as temporal, an event in time, and not as spatial, a fixed point. This relates to what I actually also like about Barthes — “a text’s unity lies not in its origin but in its destination.” A text ought to expand, to yield a larger conversation. I am not arguing against reader participation, and I actually quite like a lot of the ways in which Fish allows the reader more freedom in interpretation. I love to think of reading and interpreting as a temporal event, as a conversation that is not necessarily closed by what Barthes calls a “final signified” (even if I don’t think the context of the author’s writing is necessarily that). That said, I’d propose a model more like a Platonic dialogue. Socrates is always instructing, framing the whole conversation even when he is not directly lecturing. Even the questions he asks are always in service of a truth he has already examined and desires for his student to reach. The student is expanding his own knowledge, but only because the teacher gets him there. Even when there appears to be a back-and-forth, an exchange between equals, it’s always uneven in authority, always mediated by the teacher’s superior knowledge. One might, as a reader, be able to get more out of a text than the author anticipated, and that meaning could be valid and useful. But even that flows from the conversation the author began and therefore, takes place to some degree on the author’s terms. To view a text as something separate from myself seems vital for proper intellectual humility. The point of a text is for a reader to interpret it — but not, I think, in so doing, to feel free to totally depart from it!
Ultimately, I am unsure where Fish leaves us when it comes to the actual practice of interpretation. He anticipates this argument a bit at the end, saying in the final chapter that not everything has to be immediately practical to be interesting. This is true, but I think it’s a cop-out, especially for someone who claims that “interpretation is the only game in town” (355). I would like at least something to work with, and Fish does not offer much. This is a very reductive dichotomy, but it feels as though I am left with: 1) readers are informed by social, tacitly known norms, so we don’t have to be concerned about their going off the rails and should trust them to work out their own salvation with fear and trembling; and/or 2) readers are informed by interpretive strategies, so the way to play the interpretive game as an instructor is to control the interpretive environment by supplying all the strategies from one’s own interpretive standpoint, that being superior to the authority of the text.
I admire Fish’s project, because he’s doing something interesting with the practical working-out of reader-response theory and interpretation. Our responses to a text will always be mediated by our personal experience and by the communities in which we read them, and this can help us from being isolated in our interpretation. I like this, and I like how Fish has articulated it. I think he describes effectively the structure of interpretation and identifies correctly that in reading a text, one is always playing the game of interpretation; beyond that, in encountering language, one is always playing the game of interpretation. I am just not yet convinced that interpretive communities solve the problems posed by discarding the notion of a stable text — or that, if interpretation is the only game in town, Fish has done more than describe the playing field.
Stanley Fish is an arrogant ass, but he is also quite brilliant. That's really all I have to say about that for now. I may write an actual, DECENT review later, but for now, I'm just too tired.
In lieu of a review, here are a few suggested alternative titles for Mr. Fish:
"Literature in the Reader" -> "Let Me Put My Reader in You" "What Is Stylistics and Why Are They Saying Such Terrible Things about It?" -> "This Is Stylistics, Now Let Me Say A Bunch of Terrible Things about It" "Facts and Fictions: A Reply to Ralph Rader" -> "I Don't Need to Be Right, Only Interesting: Or, the Fish-Trump Theorem" "Interpreting the Variorum" -> "I'm A Dog Chasing Its Tail, But So Are You All So It's All the Same, Except It Isn't Cause I Can Chase My Tail Better" "How to Do Things with Austin and Searle" -> "I've Also Read Strawson and Wittgenstein!"
Although Fish’s work on interpretative communities and deconstruction is incredibly fascinating, much of the rest of the scholarship in this book has not aged nearly as well. The conversations Fish engages in seem like less of an ongoing conversation amongst scholars of literature anymore, although for anyone who is interested in culture’s ties to interpretation of truth and meaning making, there are some fantastic ideas waiting to be explored here.
i admittedly did skim read (or just skip) several of the chapters in this so maybe i'm cheating by marking it as 'read' on here but whatever... but the chapters i did read were fascinating and v enjoyable!! i'd been looking forward to this book bc i'd read so much about it, and it did meet the expectations i'd built up for it
Fish behaves exactly how you expect him to! He creates mazes of discourses and gives you trails of breadcrumbs to reach a point of agreement. So far, I am not complaining.
I started college as an English major in 2004, about twenty-four years after the publication of this book and about thirty years after the publication of the first essay in the book. By then, Fish's thesis had already been argued, accepted, and worked into the institution's views of literary criticism. I wasn't taught reader-response theory until I took a literary criticism class, but I didn't need to be taught it. It's just part of the way we do things in English classes now; no longer do professors teach that the reader's thoughts and opinions don't matter, that the text is 100% stable and containing meaning that must be extracted from it. That being said, I still found Fish's presentation and defense of his thesis freeing. Reading about the disputes in the literary community and feeling as if Fish won something somehow because of the way things are done now imparted a sense of "ahhhh" to what Fish wrote in the late 1970s and early 1980s. What I didn't like about the book is that Fish's arguments become repetitive after a little while. He restates his ideas and the main supports of his thesis in almost every essay. However, what I liked about the book is the organization, the way the ideas move forward as the reader turns the pages. I really enjoyed Fish's analysis of literary texts, actually seeing his theory put into practice. The first part of the book was more theoretical and less anecdotal, so it was a little more difficult to process, but it was worth it to understand how the reader response theory functions on a practical level. I also just enjoyed Fish's voice, his humor, and the way in which he clearly presents his ideas. I had to read a couple of the essays for a lit crit class, and I never forgot about them and how "easy" they were to understand compared to some of the other theorists and critics we had to read. It took me almost ten years to read the entire book, but I'm glad that I did.
Molto in breve: il significato di un testo non sta nel testo stesso ma è il frutto dell’interpretazione di esso; questa attività, però, non genera caos, relativismo ecc. perché l’interprete non è un fungo e appartiene necessariamente a una comunità che condivide in generale una serie di valori (visione del mondo?) e nello specifico un set di strategie di lettura (costruzione) dei testi. Ecco quindi che certe ipotesi di lettura, all’interno di una certa comunità di lettori, in un certo tempo, saranno giudicate ridicole mentre altre saranno prese in considerazione; ci sarà sempre un margine di intesa e uno spazio per la comunicazione – avrà quindi senso continuare a leggere, interpretare, insegnare, studiare, discutere ecc. perché non verrà mai a mancare il sentimento di un continuo avanzamento del sapere.
This book comprises Fish's journey from a reader-response theory of meaning, if one is inclined to call grammatical statements about meaning 'theories,' to the interpretive community turn. Fish offers reflections, before every essay, as to what he was hoping to achieve within the essays and whether he thought he had achieved his goal--and whether or not such a goal was worth achieving. I found this book extremely lucid and Fish's arguments convincing. Although I do not agree with him completely, I do think Fish's ideas--especially his later works--are worth looking at, especially if one is interested in the concept of meaning. Not only does he astutely deal with anticipated objections, but he also tries to comfort the reader who comes from a foundationalist background--especially about the prospect of relativism.
Twenty-three years after I read the first chunk in a graduate seminar, I've now read the whole thing. KABOOM! Graceful, witty, and arrogant writing on epistemology as manifested in the context of literary criticism. The only book of theory I can recall with plenty of laugh-out-loud moments.
To anyone having trouble with it: it gets easier, and better, as you go. If you are bogging down in the early going, just skip ahead a chapter and start fresh.
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