I'm going through the introduction of this book "The moral obligation to be intelligent" by Lionel Trilling. The introduction is by Leon Wieseltier. The title of the book, which is a collection of literary critic essays by Lionel, is taken from an essay by John Erskine. First, I read the essay by Erskine, which I think he wrote in 1914, and I'm underwhelmed. He makes no real argument, it's a lot of posturing about English literary writers who didn't champion intelligence, and he accuses the Anglo-Saxons for considering intelligence a peril. The essay left much to be desired as I often find early 20th century academic writing to be (like John Dewey *spits*). They are not clear, they draw too much on classic works, they try to be overly theoretical and whenever they mention science I doubt they understand what it is.
Then I move on to reading the introduction. I haven't searched who Leon or Lionel are yet. I read Leon's introduction and I'm put off by his style. Let me show you what I mean by copying down a couple of example sentences at random:
"He was one of the most formidable critics of totalism that his dogmatic and pitiless century produced." (Totalism is never explained, and it turns out to be another way of saying totalitarianism. I've read 1300 books and I've never come across this word before: totalism)
"He was mentally indefatigable; there was order in his writing, but there was no repose." (Of course there was no repose, he was indefatigable, as you said. What does it even mean to have writing that is orderly but not reposed? Gibberish.)
"But lucidity—the mixture of clarity and courage that Camus in particular promoted into a new stoical ideal—was not all that Trilling meant by "mind." (I went down a small rabbit-hole on Camus and his slight alteration of the word lucidity. Just stick with the definition, man. "Philosophers" and their redefining things, so annoying.)
Ok, one more.
"The mordancy of his reminiscence is evident. The "ideation" of which Trilling speaks in this passage is a little comic, almost a deformation." (Mordancy would mean biting, from the French 'to bite', but in relation to criticism, and deformation here refers to a word that is slightly altered, like 'dang' for 'damn'. But really? Why write it like this unless....)
Wieseltier has to be a midwit. Around 115-125 IQ. He has to show us how smart he is and all the words he knows so he can show off to his literati friends. I'll bet that's what it's all about. I say this because nothing from his introduction was clear. After reading it slowly I can't recall what it was about. This never happens when I read people who I know for a fact are highly highly intelligent. Those people want to be clear and know how to do it with the written word. It's always these "look at how intellectual I am" guys who seem to write like this. The academics. I'll bet that's why Mencken, among others, hated them so much.
Would it surprise you to learn Wieseltier is jewish? That Trilling is also jewish? Both of these guys are (well, one was, since he's dead) English major literary critics. I poked around Youtube and watched Wieseltier give a few talks. He doesn't sound smart at all, his points are your typical JQ stuff we are all familiar with here. Then I see he has this long interview "Intellectual Odyssey with Leon Wieseltier" from Harry Kreisler. I look into Kreisler, who has this Conversations with History thing and he's been at Berkeley for a long time. He's suspiciously jewish, when you look up the family name. In this interview, Wieseltier talks about being a self-described intellectual, which he defines as someone who is comfortable dealing with theoretical information. Sure, Leon, sure thing buddy, basically you're comfortable making stuff up that no one can call you on.
I'm sure it's not just a JQ thing, but rather this midwit smart-boy thing where you get points for being difficult to understand. Is it the sin of pride this all falls under? It's an arrogant superiority that they try to hide behind their intellectualism. I can't stand reading anything by such characters, especially because I never end up learning anything. I suppose I am simply venting my frustration with reading something I have high hopes for and then it all evaporates like a poison gas out of an oven.