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In the early 1950s, a graduate student at Yale<\/a> got a paper back from his professor. The professor stood six feet eight inches tall. He filled doorframes. He moved through the Gothic corridors of the Yale English department like a piece of the architecture that had come loose and learned to walk. On the paper he had written his verdict: the student was a Longinian critic. He meant it as a diagnosis, the way a doctor names a disease. The student was Harold Bloom<\/a> (1930-2019), and he remembered the wound for the rest of his life. Twenty years later Bloom took his revenge. He dedicated The Anxiety of Influence (1973), the book that made him famous, to the teacher who had condemned him. Bloom called it revenge on his dear teacher. The dedication reads as both tribute and taunt, a student saying to his master: everything you hated in me, I built a career on.<\/p>\n

The teacher was William K. Wimsatt Jr.<\/a> (1907-1975), and the anecdote compresses his position in American letters. He was the man who told you what kind of critic you were, and whether that kind was admissible. For three decades he sat at the center of the most powerful English department in the country and ruled on questions of critical evidence the way a judge rules on hearsay. Two phrases carry his name into every anthology of literary theory: the intentional fallacy and the affective fallacy. Both were verdicts. Both said, in effect, that a certain kind of testimony would not be heard in his court.<\/p>\n

Washington to New Haven<\/strong><\/p>\n

William Kurtz Wimsatt Jr.<\/a> was born in Washington, D.C., on November 17, 1907, the son of a lumber dealer. The detail is worth holding. He grew up around material that gets measured, cut, graded, and joined, and his criticism kept a craftsman’s respect for the made object. He was Catholic in his formation, educated at Georgetown University<\/a>, the Jesuit school in his home city, and he carried the training with him. Decades later he was still writing pieces for the Yale Daily News on questions such as whether Catholicism was anti-democratic, and The Verbal Icon would close with essays on morals and Christian thinking. He was a Catholic intellectual who spent his career at a university built by Congregationalists, and the slight outsider angle sharpened him.<\/p>\n

After Georgetown he taught. From 1930 to 1935 he taught at Portsmouth Priory School<\/a> in Rhode Island, a Benedictine boarding school on Narragansett Bay where monks ran the classrooms and the liturgy structured the day. He later gave a lecture of reminiscences about the place. He then spent time at Catholic University<\/a> before entering the doctoral program at Yale, where he took his PhD in English in 1939. That same year the Yale English department hired him. He never left. He died in New Haven on December 17, 1975, thirty-six years later, still on the faculty.<\/p>\n

The ascent was steady and complete. Assistant professor in 1943. Associate professor in 1949. Full professor in 1955. The Frederick Clifford Ford chair in 1965. In 1974, a year before his death, Yale made him Sterling Professor of English, the highest rank the university confers. He was a fellow of Silliman College<\/a> from 1941 until he died, and he contributed a chess anecdote to the Silliman College newsletter in 1974, a Sterling Professor writing small pieces for a residential college bulletin. He won a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1947 and Ford Foundation support in 1953-54, chaired the English Institute in 1954, sat on the executive council of the Modern Language Association<\/a> from 1955 to 1958, and served as president of the Connecticut Academy of Arts and Sciences<\/a>.<\/p>\n

In September 1944 he married Margaret Elizabeth Hecht. They had two sons, William Alexander and James Christopher. His hobbies were painting, chess, and collecting Native American artifacts. Each hobby rewards the same temperament: patience, attention to structure, and pleasure in objects whose value lies in how their parts relate. Chess especially fits the man. A chess position contains everything a player needs to judge it. The board does not care what the player intended three moves ago. It does not care how the spectators feel. The position is public, inspectable, and answerable to analysis. Wimsatt wanted poems treated the same way.<\/p>\n

The Johnson Scholar<\/strong><\/p>\n

Before Wimsatt was a theorist he was a scholar of the English eighteenth century, and the theory never makes sense without the scholarship. His dissertation became The Prose Style of Samuel Johnson<\/a> (1941), a study of how Johnson’s sentences work: the parallelism, the abstraction, the philosophic vocabulary, the weight. He followed it with Philosophic Words (1948), which traced Johnson’s scientific and philosophical diction through the Rambler essays and the Dictionary. This is criticism done with a magnifying glass and a card file. It asks how a style is built, word by word, and it assumes that style is thought made audible.<\/p>\n

The Augustan world suited him. Johnson<\/a>, Alexander Pope<\/a>, James Boswell<\/a>: writers who believed literature was a craft with standards, that judgment could be trained, that a couplet could be right or wrong. Yale in those decades was the world capital of this scholarship. Frederick Pottle<\/a> presided over the Boswell papers at the Beinecke<\/a>, and volume after volume of the great edition came out of New Haven. Wimsatt worked the same territory. His late book The Portraits of Alexander Pope (1965), published by Yale University Press<\/a>, catalogued the paintings, busts, and engravings of Pope<\/a> with the exhaustiveness of an art historian. He spent years assembling files of photographs and slides for it. The man who told critics to ignore the author’s private intention spent a decade of his life tracking every image ever made of one author’s face.<\/p>\n

There is no contradiction. The portraits of Pope are public objects. They belong to the history of how a literary reputation takes material form. What Wimsatt ruled out was something else: the use of an author’s private mental state as the standard for judging what the words on the page achieve. Biography, history, iconography, all of it interested him. He wanted it kept in its evidentiary place.<\/p>\n

The Fallacies<\/strong><\/p>\n

The decisive intervention came in 1946, when The Sewanee Review<\/a> published “The Intentional Fallacy,” written with the philosopher Monroe C. Beardsley<\/a> (1915-1985). The essay argues that the design or intention of the author is neither available nor desirable as a standard for judging a work of literary art. Not available, because we can rarely recover what happened in a dead writer’s mind. Not desirable, because even when a writer tells us what he meant, the telling settles nothing. If the poem achieves the meaning, the poem shows it. If the poem fails, the author’s explanation cannot rescue it. A poet’s letter saying what he intended has the same standing as a chess player’s claim that he intended a winning combination. The board answers.<\/p>\n

The essay’s engine is a distinction between kinds of evidence. Internal evidence is the poem’s language: its words, syntax, images, and forms, read through the shared resources of the language and the culture. This evidence is public. Anyone competent can inspect it, argue about it, and be corrected. External evidence is the diary, the letter, the reported conversation, the biographer’s reconstruction of the writer’s mood. This evidence is private in origin, and criticism built on it becomes a form of gossip about mental states rather than an examination of an object.<\/p>\n

Three years later, in 1949, Wimsatt and Beardsley<\/a> published the companion piece, “The Affective Fallacy.” Where the first essay disqualified the author’s testimony, the second disqualified the reader’s. The affective fallacy confuses the poem with its results, what the poem is with what it does to a given reader. One reader weeps, another shrugs, a third remembers his mother. These reports vary too much to ground judgment, and each is finally a report about the reader, not the poem. The critic who says “this poem moved me” has told us something about his afternoon.<\/p>\n

The two essays fenced the poem off from its two most natural claimants, the person who wrote it and the person reading it, and the caricature followed at once: Wimsatt the cold formalist, treating poems as sealed containers, banishing life from literature. The caricature misses what the essays defend. Wimsatt was not protecting poems from people. He was protecting criticism as a discipline. If the author’s private intention settles meaning, criticism ends whenever a biographer produces a letter. If the reader’s feeling settles meaning, criticism ends whenever someone says “well, that’s how it made me feel.” Both moves stop the argument. Wimsatt wanted the argument to continue, in public, on evidence anyone could examine. His fallacies are rules of admissibility, and rules of admissibility exist so that a court can function.<\/p>\n

The Verbal Icon<\/strong><\/p>\n

In 1954 the University of Kentucky Press<\/a> published The Verbal Icon: Studies in the Meaning of Poetry, which gathered the two fallacy essays with a dozen others written over the previous decade. The title states the theory. An icon, Wimsatt explains, is a sign that resembles what it signifies, and also a religious image, a made object through which meaning becomes present. A poem is both. It does not merely point at its meaning the way a road sign points at a town. It embodies the meaning in its verbal body, and the Catholic resonance of the word is not an accident. Wimsatt’s poem is an incarnation. The word becomes flesh, or at least becomes sound, rhythm, and structure.<\/p>\n

The book’s positive essays show what the theory delivers. “The Concrete Universal” takes up an old paradox: literature is stubbornly particular, this character, this image, this line, and yet it carries general meaning. Wimsatt argues that the universal arrives through the particular, not around it. A work earns its general significance by the internal organization of its details, the pressure each part puts on the others. “One Relation of Rhyme to Reason” makes the case at the level of sound. Rhyme, in the standard view, is ornament, a jingle at the line’s end. Wimsatt shows it doing intellectual work. Rhyme yokes two words that sound alike and mean differently, and the charge of a good rhyme, Pope rhyming a duchess with her fate, comes from that tension between likeness of sound and difference of sense. The form thinks.<\/p>\n

This is the Wimsatt his students met in seminar: a huge, reserved man bending over a couplet, showing how a pun carries an argument, how meter cuts against syntax, how the small machinery of verse produces meaning that no paraphrase can replace. The Yale English department’s own history describes him as ungainly and socially reserved, and as the most philosophically minded spokesman the New Criticism produced, the reigning intellect of the department alongside his ally Ren\u00e9 Wellek<\/a> (1903-1995). Cleanth Brooks<\/a> (1906-1994) was the movement’s great practitioner, the man who could make a well-wrought urn out of any poem you handed him. Wimsatt was its lawgiver. Brooks showed you the paradoxes. Wimsatt told you what counted as proof.<\/p>\n

The Short History<\/strong><\/p>\n

The alliance with Brooks<\/a> produced Literary Criticism: A Short History (1957), a two-volume account of critical thought from the Greeks forward. The word “short” is a Yale joke; the book runs to enormous length. Its ambition was genealogical. Criticism, the book argues, is not a heap of opinions about books. It is a long, continuous argument about imitation, expression, form, judgment, and truth, and a critic who does not know the history of the argument does not know what he is saying when he joins it.<\/p>\n

The book also draws a map with a moral. It positions the New Criticism as the heir of an Aristotelian line, centered on form, coherence, and the made object, against a Platonic and Longinian line centered on inspiration, expression, and the sublime. Every genealogy is also a border. On one side, Aristotle, the neoclassical critics, Johnson, and finally New Haven. On the other, Longinus, the Romantics, and the critics of ecstasy and overflow. When Wimsatt wrote “Longinian critic” on Bloom’s paper, he was not tossing off an insult. He was locating the young man on the map and noting that he stood on the wrong side of the border. Bloom understood the map perfectly, which is why he spent his career defending the Romantics, attacking the neo-Christian formalists, and turning criticism back into a drama of inspiration, influence, and struggle. The teacher drew the line. The student chose the far side of it and colonized it.<\/p>\n

The Leopards<\/strong><\/p>\n

Wimsatt’s last two decades were a long rearguard action. Hateful Contraries: Studies in Literature and Criticism (1965) already sounds embattled in its title. By the late 1960s the ground was moving under him. Structuralism arrived from Paris, then post-structuralism. Reader-response critics rebuilt the affective fallacy into a method. Political criticism treated the autonomous poem as an ideological mystification. At Yale itself, the department he had ruled became home to Paul de Man<\/a>, Geoffrey Hartman<\/a>, J. Hillis Miller<\/a>, and Bloom, the so-called Yale School, which made its fame dismantling the assumptions Wimsatt had spent his life defending. He watched the succession happen down the hall.<\/p>\n

He answered in essays that grew hotter as he aged, and the answers were collected in a book he saw through its final stages just before his death: Day of the Leopards: Essays in Defense of Poems (1976). The title comes from a parable of Kafka<\/a>. Leopards break into the temple and drink the sacrificial chalices dry. It happens again and again. At last it can be predicted, and the leopards’ raid becomes part of the ceremony. The choice of epigraph startled reviewers, Kafka’s vertigo seeming so far from Wimsatt’s neoclassical order, but the parable is exact. Wimsatt believed the temple of literature had been broken into by the irrational, the violent, and the political, and that the profession, rather than resisting, had written the leopards into the liturgy. His last book was an old man’s attempt to bar the door.<\/p>\n

He lost, in the short run. Within a decade of his death, “the intentional fallacy” was something graduate students learned about in a week on the quaint New Critics, between a week on Arnold<\/a> and a semester on theory. The irony of his career is structural. He dethroned the author, and the dethroning worked too well. Once the author’s intention no longer governed meaning, later critics asked why the text should govern it either, and the sovereignty passed to the reader, the interpretive community, the discourse, the political unconscious. Wimsatt opened a door and then stood in it, six feet eight inches of him, trying to keep anyone else from coming through.<\/p>\n

The Question That Remains<\/strong><\/p>\n

The crude Wimsatt, the man who said ignore the author and worship the text, was never the real one. He read biography, edited eighteenth-century texts, catalogued portraits, and wrote about poetry and morals and Christian thinking. He allowed history, religion, and ethics their full relation to literature. His demand was narrower and harder: keep the identities distinct, and when you make a claim about what a poem means or how well it succeeds, say what your evidence is, and make it evidence others can check.<\/p>\n

That demand outlived the movement that carried it. Analytic philosophers still argue about intentionalism, with Wimsatt and Beardsley as the position to beat. Legal interpretation replays the fight every time a judge weighs a statute’s text against its drafters’ intent. Biblical hermeneutics, constitutional originalism, the reading of contracts and treaties and tweets: wherever people fight about what a text means and whose testimony settles it, they are inside Wimsatt’s question. He asked what we are allowed to use as proof when we say what words mean. The answers have multiplied since 1946. The question is still his.<\/p>\n

He died in New Haven in December 1975, a month past his sixty-eighth birthday, with the leopards book in proofs. The papers went to the Beinecke and to Georgetown, gifts of Mrs. Wimsatt: the offprints, the correspondence with the major scholars of his era, the graduate school essays he had saved for forty years, the files of Pope portraits, the chess anecdote from the Silliman News. A lumber dealer’s son who spent his life measuring how verbal objects are joined, and who left behind, in place of a school, a standard: interpretation without evidence is assertion. The standard has no fixed address anymore. It moves from discipline to discipline, wherever someone insists that a reading be answerable to the words. That is Wimsatt’s estate, and it has not gone through probate yet.<\/p>\n

Notes<\/p>\n

Wimsatt<\/a>‘s height, reserve, and standing in the department come from the Yale English department history<\/a>: “an ungainly and socially reserved man six feet eight in height,” “the most philosophically-oriented spokesperson” for New Criticism<\/a>, and a reigning intellectual with Ren\u00e9 Wellek<\/a>. This page also supports the Aristotelian versus Platonic-Longinian framing of Literary Criticism: A Short History<\/i> and the Pottle\/Boswell context.<\/p>\n

The Bloom<\/a> anecdote and the dedication-as-revenge come from Adam Fitzgerald<\/a>‘s interview with Bloom in Boston Review<\/i>: “The Anatomy of Influence”<\/a>. Bloom opens a chapter of The Anatomy of Influence: Literature as a Way of Life<\/i><\/a> with Wimsatt returning the paper marked Longinian. Bloom says, “I always remember my revenge on my dear teacher when I dedicated The Anxiety of Influence<\/i><\/a> to him.” Bloom’s Wikipedia page<\/a> also confirms the dedication.<\/p>\n

Career ladder, chairs, fellowships, marriage, sons’ names, hobbies, including painting, chess, and Indian artifacts, MLA council, English Institute, and Connecticut Academy come from the Georgetown finding aid<\/a> and the Yale finding aid<\/a>. The Yale aid also has the chess anecdote for the Silliman News<\/i> in 1974, the “Is Catholicism Anti-Democratic?” Yale Daily News<\/i> piece from 1950, and the “Reminiscences of Portsmouth Priory” lecture from 1966.<\/p>\n

Pope portraits research files come from the Beinecke finding aid<\/a>, which confirms the subject files, photographs, and slides on Pope<\/a> and art, and the 1944 marriage to Margaret Elizabeth Hecht.<\/p>\n

The Kafka<\/a> leopards epigraph and the book seen through final stages before death come from the eNotes analysis of Day of the Leopards<\/i><\/a>. Day of the Leopards<\/i> was published by Yale University Press in 1976, according to AbeBooks and Internet Archive listings.<\/p>\n

Extrapolations I made without a link: the physical description of him moving through the department, built from the documented height and reserve; the character of Portsmouth Priory as a Benedictine boarding school with monks teaching, which is public knowledge about the school, now Portsmouth Abbey; the chess-position analogy and the lumber-craft reading of his temperament, which are interpretive and mine; “watched the succession happen down the hall,” since Paul de Man<\/a> arrived at Yale in 1970, and Geoffrey Hartman<\/a>, J. Hillis Miller<\/a>, and Bloom<\/a> were colleagues, so the overlap is real, though “Yale School” as a label solidified just after his death; and the closing probate figure, which is mine.<\/p>\n

The Law of Small Numbers on York Street: William K. Wimsatt through Randall Collins<\/strong><\/p>\n

Randall Collins (b. 1941) spent a quarter century building The Sociology of Philosophies: A Global Theory of Intellectual Change (1998), a 1,100-page argument that ideas do not float. They live in networks. Intellectual life is a struggle over a scarce resource Collins calls the attention space, the limited amount of notice a field can pay at any moment, and the attention space obeys what he calls the law of small numbers: it holds between three and six positions, no more. A thinker succeeds by seizing one of those slots, and he seizes it through chains of face-to-face rituals that pass down two currencies, cultural capital, the stock of ideas and techniques a network accumulates, and emotional energy, the confidence and drive a man absorbs from encounters where the ritual goes his way. Masters make pupils. Pupils make reputations, sometimes by loyalty, more often by inversion. Rivals make each other, since a position takes its shape from what it opposes. And under every school sits an organizational base, the jobs, presses, journals, and classrooms that pay for the talk.<\/p>\n

Collins wrote about philosophers, from the Greek schools through Wittgenstein. His theory fits no case in American literary study better than William K. Wimsatt, whose entire career ran inside a single organizational base, one department in New Haven, and whose rise and eclipse played out the law of small numbers within a corridor of colleagues who ate at the same tables.<\/p>\n

Begin where Collins begins, with the ritual. In 1946 The Sewanee Review, a quarterly run out of a small Episcopal college in Tennessee, published “The Intentional Fallacy” by Wimsatt and Monroe Beardsley. In Collins’s terms the essay is less a proposition than an emblem, a sacred object around which a coalition gathers. Its argument, that the author’s design or intention is neither available nor desirable as a standard of judgment, drew a line through the field’s stock of cultural capital and declared half of it counterfeit. The philologists’ source hunting, the biographers’ letters and diaries, the appreciators’ reports of fine feeling, all of it became inadmissible. Collins observes that intellectuals create by negation, and that the fastest route into the attention space runs through an attack on the reigning positions that leaves their capital devalued and one’s own scarce. The two fallacy essays did that in twenty pages each. They also gave the coalition its liturgy. For thirty years, wherever two or three New Critics gathered, someone invoked the intentional fallacy, and the phrase worked the way Collins says ritual emblems work: members recognized one another by it, outsiders revealed themselves by fumbling it, and each invocation recharged the group.<\/p>\n

Now the network. The New Criticism did not begin at Yale. It began in the South, in the master-pupil chains around John Crowe Ransom (1888-1974) at Vanderbilt, whose pupils included Allen Tate (1899-1979), Robert Penn Warren (1905-1989), and, through Vanderbilt and Oxford, Cleanth Brooks. Collins insists that creativity clusters in such chains, a few teachers and students in personal contact, and the Southern chain holds to form. What Yale added was the organizational base. Brooks arrived in 1947 carrying Understanding Poetry (1938), the textbook he had written with Warren, and the textbook is the part of the story a historian of ideas skips and a Collins reading cannot. The postwar GI Bill flooded American colleges with students who needed to be taught literature by instructors who lacked archives, rare books, and philological training. Close reading required a text and an hour. Understanding Poetry packaged the technique for any classroom in the country, and the classrooms were the material base on which the school’s capture of the attention space rested. Ransom had the Kenyon Review, Tate and the Sewanee circle had theirs, Brooks and Warren had the textbook franchise, and Yale, the richest department in the discipline, had the jobs. By the early 1950s the school held the center slot, and holding the center of the attention space in an expanding market made its practitioners’ capital compound like stock in a boom.<\/p>\n

Within the coalition, Wimsatt took a role Collins would recognize from the philosophical schools: the systematizer who converts a movement’s practice into law. Brooks read poems. Wellek, Wimsatt’s ally and the department’s \u00e9migr\u00e9 comparatist, commanded the European theoretical literature. Wimsatt wrote the rules of evidence. The two fallacies, The Verbal Icon in 1954, and then, with Brooks, Literary Criticism: A Short History in 1957, which performed the move Collins finds at every school’s peak, the rewriting of the entire past as a road leading to the present position. The Short History sorted twenty-five centuries of criticism into an Aristotelian line, centered on form and the made object, and a Platonic-Longinian line, centered on inspiration and expression, and placed the New Criticism at the head of the first. A school that can impose its own genealogy on the field has stopped competing for the attention space and started administering it.<\/p>\n

Wimsatt also embodied the ritual advantages Collins calls interactional. He stood six feet eight. The Yale department’s own history describes him as ungainly and reserved and as the movement’s most philosophical spokesman, its reigning intellect alongside Wellek. Collins argues that emotional energy transfers in bodily encounters, that some men enter a room and reorganize its attention around themselves, and that intellectual dominance is in part a career of such rooms. Wimsatt’s rooms were the graduate seminar, where a generation learned what counted as an argument by watching him rule on theirs, the English Institute, which he chaired in 1954, and the Modern Language Association council, where he sat from 1955 to 1958. Each was an interaction ritual in Collins’s strict sense: assembled bodies, a shared focus, a common mood, and a distribution of energy at the end, more for those the ritual favored, less for those it judged. The judged remembered.<\/p>\n

Which brings the story to the paper. Sometime in the early 1950s Wimsatt returned an essay to a graduate student named Harold Bloom with a written verdict: the student was a Longinian critic. The map from the Short History supplied the meaning. Wimsatt had located the boy on the wrong side of the field’s border, among the enthusiasts and the inspired, the line the school had defined itself against. Collins would read the scene as a full ritual encounter, and an expensive one for the master. A verdict transfers cultural capital whether the master intends it or not. Bloom walked out of the encounter carrying the school’s entire map of the field, its terms, its history, its account of what a strong critic is, and carrying an emotional charge with a negative sign. Collins finds this pattern across his networks: the most creative pupils are those who take the master’s capital and invert its value, and the inversion works because master and pupil share everything except the sign. Bloom spent the next twenty years defending the Romantics the school had demoted, and in 1973 he published The Anxiety of Influence, which turned the master-pupil chain into the theory of poetry, the strong poet as a son wrestling his precursor, and dedicated the book to Wimsatt. Bloom later called the dedication his revenge on his dear teacher. Collins could ask for no cleaner specimen. The pupil’s rebellion was itself a link in the chain, and the dedication marked the debt in public while the book collected it.<\/p>\n

Bloom alone might have remained a heretic in a stable church. The law of small numbers explains why he became a founder instead. Collins holds that when a dominant position ages, the attention space does not sit quiet around it. Slots open, rival networks probe, and the decisive events are often imports, a new stock of cultural capital carried in from another network that lets challengers restructure the space at a stroke. The import arrived in New Haven in person. Paul de Man (1919-1983) joined the Yale faculty in 1970, carrying Heidegger, Husserl, and the Continental philosophical tradition, and behind him stood the network of Jacques Derrida (1930-2004), who had announced the new position at the Johns Hopkins conference of 1966 and began teaching regular seminars at Yale in 1975. Geoffrey Hartman (1929-2016), trained in comparative literature and long restless inside formalist protocols, was already there. J. Hillis Miller (1928-2021) came from Hopkins in 1972, having converted from the Geneva school to deconstruction under de Man’s influence. With Bloom, the native insurgent, they formed the cluster the field soon called the Yale School, four men in the same buildings where Wimsatt still taught.<\/p>\n

Read the corridor through Collins and the drama sharpens. Two clusters, one organizational base. The old cluster, Wimsatt, Brooks, Wellek, held the chairs, the Short History, and the pedagogical franchise. The new cluster held the imported capital, the younger pupils, and the rising journals. Collins argues that rival positions need each other, that a challenger takes his shape from the incumbent he negates, and the Yale School confirmed it in detail. Deconstruction in America was close reading turned against the closed poem, the New Critical technique retained and its central object, the self-coherent verbal icon, denied. The insurgents kept the seminar practice Wimsatt’s generation had built, line by line explication, and rewired its output from unity to undecidability. They could not have existed without him. Their position was his position with the sign reversed, which is why it captured his slot rather than opening a distant one.<\/p>\n

Wimsatt understood what was happening at the level of the field even if he lacked Collins’s vocabulary for it. His late essays, collected in Hateful Contraries in 1965 and in Day of the Leopards in 1976, read as the incumbent’s standard repertoire in Collins’s account of school decline: policing of boundaries, denunciation of the young as irrationalists, appeals to standards the field no longer agreed on. The Kafka epigraph of the last book, leopards breaking into the temple until the raid becomes part of the ceremony, describes the fate of every dominant position in Collins’s long history. The heresies get institutionalized. The temple schedules them. Wimsatt died in December 1975 with the book in proofs, a year before the insurgent cluster consolidated its label, and within a decade his position had undergone the transformation Collins reserves for the defeated: it left the attention space and entered the curriculum. Graduate students met the intentional fallacy in a survey week, an artifact to be summarized rather than a law to be obeyed, filed between Arnold and the theory that had replaced it.<\/p>\n

Two further Collins points round out the case. The first concerns what the networks pass down. The New Critical chain, Ransom to Tate to Brooks, with Wimsatt as its lawgiver, produced no continuing chain of its own at Yale. The pupils who carried energy out of Wimsatt’s seminars carried it with a negative sign, and Collins holds that a position without loyal pupils dies in two generations no matter how strong its books, since reputations are kept alive by successors with a stake in them. The Yale School, by contrast, ran the chain forward: de Man’s pupils and Miller’s pupils staffed the theory boom of the 1980s, and Bloom, the longest-lived of the four, taught at Yale until days before his death in 2019, sixty-odd years of seminars descending from the room where Wimsatt handed back the paper. The second point concerns where the fight happened. Nothing in the story required more than a few dozen people. The law of small numbers predicts that the restructuring of a national discipline will be fought out among a handful of positions, and the positions among a handful of men, and the men, in this case, along a few hundred yards of one street in Connecticut. The discipline’s tens of thousands of teachers adjusted their syllabi afterward. Collins would say that is how it always goes. The attention space is small because attention is scarce, and the scarcity is why a tall man’s marginal note on a student paper in 1951 can be read, from far enough back, as a structural event.<\/p>\n

What the frame cannot see, it is fair to record. Collins brackets the truth of positions, and a reader might still want to know whether Wimsatt was right, whether the author’s intention settles meaning or fails to, a question the sociology of the fight leaves standing. The frame also underweights the books as books. The Verbal Icon survives its school; men with no network stake in the New Criticism still find the essay on rhyme correct about rhyme. Collins would answer that survival of that kind is itself a network fact, that a book stays alive when later chains find its capital worth carrying. Perhaps. The judge of evidence would have wanted the question decided on internal grounds, from the words on the page, and the afterlife of his own words gives some support to his side: the network that made him is gone, the organizational base passed to his rivals decades ago, and the essays still get assigned, still get attacked, still hold a small, contested slot in the space where attention goes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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