In yesterdayâs post, I shared a review of the first edition of Dickinsonâs poetry from a January 1891 edition of the New York Commercial Advertiser. The appraisal was a bit perplexing in that its oddly allotted backhanded compliments seemed to present both a positive and negative assessment of Dickinsonâs work. Millicent Todd Bingham shared excerpts of the review in Ancestorsâ Brocades, The Literary Debut of Emily Dickinson as an example of the type of disapproving remarks that would enflame the fury in Dickinsonâs sister Lavinia. However, Willis J. Buckingham reprinted the entire review in his book Emily Dickinsonâs Reception in the 1890s, A Documentary History, and in his introductory remarks, he said, âThe anonymity of this notice is regrettable, for it is keenly observant. The reviewer particularly notes, with a pleasure rare for the decade, Dickinsonâs ferocity, extravagance, and playfulness."
After I published my post, and I was going about my daily duties and diversions, I had a revelation, and it had to do with some of the early appraisals of Dickinsonâs poetry.
Poet, novelist, and literary critic Andrew Lang called Dickinson âa minstrel who subdues grammar to rhyme, and puts even grammar before sense,â and that her poems âare conspicuously in the worst possible words, and the thought, as far as any thought can be detected, is usually either commonplace or absurd.â
Editor Arlo Bates asserted that Dickinson had "the insight of the civilized adult with the simplicity of the savage child,â and of her poems he said, âthere is hardly one of them which is not marked by an extraordinary crudity of workmanship.â
Thomas Bailey Aldrich, editor at The Atlantic, declared, "An eccentric, dreamy, half-educated recluse in an out-of-the-way New England village (or anywhere else) cannot with impunity set at defiance the laws of gravitation and grammarâŚ.Miss Dickinsonâs versicles have a queerness and a quaintness that have stirred a momentary curiosity in emotional bosoms. Oblivion lingers in the immediate neighborhood.â
Below, left to right:Â Andrew Lang, Arlo Bates, Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Here was my epiphany:
As reviews like these and others flashed in my brain, I realized that these harsh and disapproving men advanced their opinions NOT after reading Dickinsonâs work âin the rough,â so to speak; no, they spewed these sentiments after reading heavily altered versions of the works, with modifications made to fit the dayâs literary conventions. Early editors Mabel Loomis Todd and Thomas Wentworth Higginson regularized Dickinsonâs punctuation, removed unconventional capitalization, forced slant rhymes into perfect rhymes, "corrected" unique grammar, altered lines and/or removed complete stanzas, and more. This made me wonder what these bygone and now-forgotten critics would have crowed had they seen the original, unaltered versions of these poems. Pardon me for getting a bit indelicate here, but I wonder what insults they would have belched had they rawdogged* readings of Dickinsonâs unconventional lines as written. I suspect they would have experienced sudden and severe mental collapse.
Anyway, just some literary food for thought. Time to get back to my weekendâs duties and diversions. â
*The American Dialect Associationâs âWord of the Yearâ for 2024 was â and Iâm not making this up â ârawdog,â âto undertake without usual protection, preparation, or comfort,â originating from a slang term referring to...well, I suspect you know to what it refers; info on the ADAâs choice is HERE.