Responses to Susan Gubar's What Ails Feminist Criticism?
from Critical Inquiry, Autumn 1997
Excerpt from from Critical Response I: "What Ails Feminist Criticism? A Second Opinion" by Robyn Wiegman:
In "Murder without a Text," Amanda Cross (better known to academics as Carolyn Heilbrun) offers a tale of feminist generational fury and murder that might be of interest to readers of Susan Gubar's "What Ails [formerly "Who Killed"] Feminist Criticism?"1 Cross's murder mystery features a seasoned feminist scholar accused of bludgeoning a student to death. The murder takes place during a highly contentious women's studies senior thesis seminar, in which Professor Beatrice Sterling, an early Christian history specialist, has difficulty convincing students of the importance of academic research and canonical texts. To these students, as Sterling explains, "All history, all previously published research, was lies. They would talk to real sex-workers, real homeless women, real victims of botched abortions. . . . When I suggested some academic research, they positively snorted."2 The students' refusal of the kind of scholarly apparatus most familiar to Sterling constitutes, within the narrative, a generational betrayal: "They spoke about early feminists, like me, as though we were a bunch of co-opted creeps . . . they never talked to me or asked me anything. . . . It was the kind of rudeness that is close to rape. Or murder" ("M," p. 130).
Rudeness as rape? Rudeness as murder? Cross's feminist betrayal scene foregrounds a tension emerging within academic feminism between one generation's critique of patriarchal masculinism and another's interest in a self-reflexive articulation of differences among women.3 In "Murder without a Text," these differences are simultaneously generational, methodological, and disciplinary, which is to say, they predict some of the most powerful anxieties that motivate "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" In both texts, divisions among women are cast in relation to issues of disciplinary rigor and authority: Sterling assumes the priority of archival over ethnographic methods, while Gubar stages her reading of academic feminism through the lens of feminist literary criticism. These disciplinary points of view not only define the questions asked of feminism but condition from the outset the way each piece conceives of feminist knowledge, its academic intervention, and all future relations between the "originating" generation and its unruly successors.
In Cross's short story, the mystery of this generational dysfunction can be addressed, if not cured, by returning to the sanctity of the textual, where traditional humanistic methodologies center the students' inquiries on what the professor has been trained to know. This solution absolves Sterling of her own murderous desire toward the unruly coed (and of the responsibility of learning oral history methodologies) while shifting the problem of generational tension to the middle-class domain of appropriate manners. "The young are rude today," Professor Sterling says. "The odd part of this is that the most radical students, those who talk of little but the poor and the racially oppressed, are, if anything, ruder than the others, courtesy being beneath them" ("M," p. 130). In defining the affective register of feminist institutional relationships as rudeness and implicitly positing race and class analysis as unrigorous and nonacademic, Cross's short story disturbingly deflects what are clearly important questions about the generational nexus of feminism, discipline, and method. What does it mean for feminism that the disciplinary structure of knowledge serves as the primary institutional form for producing feminist intellectual subjects? How does the political imperative of feminism work in tension, if not contradiction, with the critical and methodological demands of disciplines? And, perhaps most important, how can feminism productively negotiate the generational shift attendant upon its own institutional reproduction in the context of broader transformations in academic knowledge?
"What Ails Feminist Criticism?" offers a critical approach to these questions, even as its narrative of feminist literary criticism's fall from mirthful unity to spirit-murdering factionalism tends to repeat not only Cross's fictional reduction of these issues to bad manners but also her story's dismissal of the agents of race-based critical analysis. In Gubar's view, feminists of color have used "a curiously condemnatory vocabulary," directing a "barrage of diatribes . . . against white feminists" (pp. 888, 886). They have been "censorious about white thinkers engaged in purportedly antiracist and feminist meditations" (p. 888). They have "disparage[d] any feminist theory founded on equality" (p. 889). They have falsely and negatively essentialized white women, contaminating "feminist prose with self-righteousness," and using the language of antiracism, in Janet Todd's words, "'to denigrate the feminist enterprise'" (p. 891). At the same time, of course, Gubar's "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" takes aim at poststructuralists for creating a "language crisis" that not only obstructs affiliations with women outside the academy but performs a disservice to "libertarian politics and pedagogies" (pp. 881, 900). "Churlish or cultish, its politically or theoretically correct jargon stifles rather than nurtures thoughtful interchange" (p. 901). Taken together, feminists of color and poststructuralists have made "women an invalid word" (p. 886).
Where Gubar's first version of this paper, delivered as a talk, featured these advocates as the culprits of feminist criticism's murder, the milder version of the story, published here in Critical Inquiry, casts postcolonial, U.S. ethnic, and poststructuralist criticisms as life-draining carnivores intent on consuming academic feminism's historically robust flesh.4 By shifting from murder to illness as the reigning metaphor for characterizing relationships among academic feminists, Gubar attempts to soften her tale, seeking "more mirthful scholarly lexicons" (p. 902) in order to heal a feminism that, in her version of the story, has failed to effectively reproduce itself. This issue of reproduction is absolutely central to the tensions and anxieties that now accompany academic feminism, provoking further questions that carry deep generational weight: which feminism will be reproduced? by whom? and with what (indeed, whose) historical memory?5 In "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" Gubar implicitly answers these questions by producing a narrative of feminism's institutional history that functions as the essay's primary argument. The narrative places feminism in an originary Edenic world where the triumphant transit from the street to the university signaled a powerful intellectual and political movement. But in its sojourn in the academy feminism lost its way, traveling through theoretical "darkness" as women of color and poststructuralists took women hostage. To counter this trajectory, Gubar calls for a return to those modes of inquiry, critical lexicons, and political affinities from which academic feminism began in her tale.
Gubar is not alone in lamenting the course of contemporary feminism, and readers, even the most critical among us, will no doubt appreciate her hope not to lend fuel to the popular fire that feeds on the rhetorical battles among feminists.6 And, yet, her essay's demand for a unified, originary, and uncontentious academic feminism yields to a popularly sanctioned narrative, one that sacrifices the complexities and discontinuities of feminism's institutional history for a plot formula that denigrates academic feminism's internal conflict while simultaneously refusing to cast its dynamically mobile and historically transforming intellectual and political formation in positive terms. In doing so, "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" forfeits attention to the most important questions it might otherwise raise.7 For instance, what historical and political conditions have motivated the recent proliferation of identity forms and identifications, and why has theory been such a crucial site for feminist intellectual interventions? How has the imperative of intersectional analysis sought to link U.S. ethnic, postcolonial, and queer studies into a collaborative, if discontinuous, intellectual and political configuration, and what kinds of new and importantly interdisciplinary knowledges are currently being produced?8 If First World white feminist intellectuals have experienced these changes as a challenge to their self-representations and institutional relations, what ways of thinking about the formation of white subjectivity will better construct feminism as an inevitable site of struggle and engender a future no longer contingent on white women's subjective or epistemological centrality?
1
See Susan Gubar, "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" Critical Inquiry 24 (Summer 1998): 878Ð902.
2
Amanda Cross, "Murder without a Text," in A Woman's Eye, ed. Sara Paretsky (New York, 1991), p. 131; hereafter abbreviated "M."
3
While space will prevent me from exploring in this response the full range of differences that coalesce around the self-reflective turn in feminist thought, I want to comment at least briefly on one aspect of the shift that accompanies the transition from the critique of patriarchal masculinism to internal struggle within feminism. In the former, feminism is embroiled, indeed embattled, in a heterosexual paradigm in which women's relationships to men are centrally interrogated. The latter mode of critique, however, is fundamentally a homosocial circuit in which feminism signifies from the conflicted terrain of relations among women. The fall that Gubar laments in "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" might be read, then, as a consequence of the disappearance of men and patriarchy in the key role of villains -- a lament, in other words, that the predictable failure of heterosexuality can no longer guarantee feminist solidarity. In this context, we might understand the inconsistent role given to the lesbian, whose wavering presence (now you see her, now you don't) threatens to undermine from within the Edenic state of originary unity and sameness.
4
Attentive readers of Gubar's footnotes will note that I was an early reader of "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" before I was drafted by the editors of Critical Inquiry to formalize my response here. This is, then, not an impersonal second opinion. I have known Susan Gubar since the late 1970s, when I was an undergraduate major in English at Indiana University. About fifteen years later, I became one of her junior colleagues in that department. I am intellectually aligned with all of the perpetrators she cites in feminism's demise -- African American feminist studies, postcolonial theory, poststructuralism, lesbian studies -- and I encouraged her to rethink nearly all of this essay's central opinions. I enter my disagreement into the public record not with the impulse to murder, but rather from the desire to demonstrate that it is the narrative Gubar constructs, not these modes of inquiry -- or academic feminism itself -- that is disabling.
5
For important contributions to the conversation about generation and feminism, see Generations: Academic Feminists in Dialogue ed. Devoney Looser and E. Ann Kaplan (Minneapolis, 1997), and Barbara Christian et al., "Conference Call," Differences 2 (Fall 1990): 52Ð108.
6
Tania Modleski's Feminism without Women: Culture and Criticism in a "Postfeminist" Age (New York, 1991) opened the decade with a lament about the undoing of feminism, leveling the charge against feminist poststructuralism on one hand and gender studies on the other. But where Modleski saw the poststructuralist evacuation of the category of woman as the "latest ruse of white middle-class feminism" (p. 21), Gubar sets poststructuralism in league with postcolonial and U.S. ethnic feminisms, indicting the way "racialized identity politics made the word women slim down to stand only for a very particularized kind of woman, whereas poststructuralists obliged the term to disappear altogether" (p. 901). For a counter to Modleski, from the perspective of lesbian studies, see Annamarie Jagose, "'Feminism without Women': A Lesbian Reassurance," Cross-Purposes: Lesbians, Feminists, and the Limits of Alliance, ed. Dana A. Heller (Bloomington, Ind., 1997), pp. 124Ð35.
For Susan Bordo, postmodernism has been the perpetrator and deconstruction the weapon in battering feminism into a more docile position, so disconnected from its earliest political urgencies has feminism seemingly become. See Susan Bordo, Unbearable Weight: Feminism, Western Culture, and the Body (Berkeley, 1993). For an important counter to the view that postmodernism is incompatible with feminism, see Jane Flax, "The End of Innocence," Disputed Subjects: Essays on Psychoanalysis, Politics, and Philosophy (New York, 1993), pp. 131Ð47. For a more positive view of the relationship of deconstruction to feminism, see Diane Elam, Feminism and Deconstruction: Ms. en Abyme (New York, 1994).
7
Nancy Fraser's recent essay "Multiculturalism, Antiessentialism, and Radical Democracy: A Genealogy of the Current Impasse in Feminist Theory," Justice Interruptus: Critical Reflections on the "Postsocialist" Condition (New York, 1997), pp. 173Ð88, offers an importantly broader history of feminist scholarship since the 1970s than the focus on literary criticism provided in "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" Explicating the shift in the early 1990s from a focus on differences (racial, sexual) among women to an analysis of "'multiple intersecting differences,'" Fraser argues that
what had appeared at first to be a turning inward (instead of focusing on our relation to men, we would focus on the relations among ourselves) seemed instead to invite a turning outward (instead of focusing on gender alone, we would focus on its relation to other crosscutting axes of difference and subordination). In this way, the whole range of politicized differences would become grist for the feminist mill. [P. 180]
By placing her discussion in the context of a clear articulation of the political field in which feminism for her necessarily struggles (radical democracy), Fraser is able to mount a critique of culturalist understandings of social change without simultaneously creating a narrative of feminism's fall. Such a method enables feminism to exist in a contradictory historical present, with no overarching nostalgia or reverse teleology.
For critical conversations about the broad implications of feminism's self-reflective turn in the 1990s to narratives of its own historical becoming, see Feminism beside Itself, ed. Elam and Robyn Wiegman (New York, 1995), especially the essays by Susan Stanford Friedman, "Making History: Reflections on Feminism, Narrative, and Desire," pp. 11Ð53, and Deborah McDowell "Transferences: Black Feminist Discourse: The 'Practice' of 'Theory,'" pp. 93Ð118. For a consideration of the lesbian as the figure around which feminist critical history turns, see Carolyn Dever, "Obstructive Behavior: Dykes in the Mainstream of Feminist Theory," Cross-Purposes, pp. 19Ð41.
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Kimberlé Crenshaw is often credited with the first use of "intersectional" to describe the project of studying without subordinating the intertwined constructs of gender, race, class, and sexuality. In the context of postcolonial study, the rubric of nation has become a central component of the intersectional imperative. See Kimberlé Williams Crenshaw, "Mapping the Margins: Intersectionality, Identity Politics, and Violence against Women of Color," Critical Race Theory: The Key Writings That Formed the Movement, ed. Crenshaw et al. (New York, 1995) and "Beyond Racism and Misogyny: Black Feminism and 2 Live Crew," Words That Wound: Critical Race Theory, Assaultive Speech, and the First Amendment, ed. Mari J. Matsuda et al. (Boulder, Colo., 1993), pp. 111Ð32. Building on Crenshaw's work is Lindon Barrett's analysis of intersectionality in the context of ethnic and women's studies in "Identities and Identity Studies: Reading Toni Cade Bambara's 'The Hammer Man,'" Cultural Critique 39 (Fall 1998): 5Ð29.
Robyn Wiegman is director of women's studies at the University of California, Irvine. She is the author of American Anatomies: Theorizing Race and Gender (1995), coeditor of Feminism beside Itself (1995) and Who Can Speak? Authority and Critical Identity (1995), and editor of AIDS and the National Body (1997). She is currently editing a collection, Locating Feminism: The Politics of Women's Studies, and completing a manuscript on interdisciplinary knowledge formations. Her textbook, Literature and Gender, will appear in 1999.
Excerpt from Critical Response II: "Notations in Medias Res" by Susan Gubar:
Robyn Wiegman's response to "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" gives me the opportunity to amplify a number of points in a way the genre of the journal article generally prohibits, and so I thank her for writing it. I am grateful, too, for her piquant decision to begin with a murder mystery by my dear friend and mentor Carolyn Heilbrun, although (I hasten to add) I had no wish to bludgeon to death the critics whose language I took to task! For just as "Murder without a Text" situates interfeminist frustration within a classroom, I composed "What Ails Feminist Criticism?" as a reaction to distressing experiences that occurred within some of my graduate seminars.
What Robyn Wiegman calls my "focus on rhetorical good manners" probably proceeds from my wish to inculcate intellectual courtesy in my students (p. 000). Certain default positions in critical discourse had, I feared, become mind-numbingly common among some of the articles I had placed on syllabi: touting one's own virtuous radicalism by labeling all other thinkers in the field reactionary; pitting theory against practice or activism against scholarship; using one category of race, gender, nation, or sexual preference to find the other terms wanting; exploiting identity politics to police who should be certified to produce various types of investigations; relying on arcane lexicons accessible only to the initiated; and tending simply not to do the research, not to footnote or acknowledge earlier thinkers in the field. This last observation does resonate with the dismay of Carolyn Heilbrun's feminist teacher--"When I suggested some academic research [to the women's studies students], they positively snorted"--and with the moral derived from her case by its detective, Kate Fansler: "They must require texts," Kate decides about the future format of senior thesis seminars.1 Whether their methodology is "archival" or "ethnographic," to use Wiegman's terms, scholars retain a responsibility to deal with what Heilbrun's fictional students discount, namely, previously published research in the field (p. 000).
Of course, feminists are not the only culprits here; however, their enterprise is my main pedagogic concern. It's not (or not only) the ruining of "feminism's good mood" (p. 000) that I dreaded in my graduate courses, but the damaging of our conversations--their integrity, elasticity, inventiveness, pertinence. Quite simply boring, such routinized default positions inhibit what one would ordinarily call thinking, making it hard for people to risk ideas that do not toe what is assumed to be a morally superior or epistemologically more sophisticated line.2 Yet despite my irritation with some current critical practices, just as Heilbrun's professor stands falsely accused of a crime she did not commit--"it all began to seem like a Kafka novel," she exclaims; "I wasn't guilty, but that didn't matter"--I am innocent of a number of the more serious charges Wiegman levels against me.3
Indeed, those charges combine to create an image of me as a prejudiced, doddering aesthete more interested in superficial manners than substantial intellectual issues, more nostalgic about conserving a mythic past than realistic about confronting an exacting future. Adopting precisely the dismissive tone I lamented in my essay, Robyn Wiegman uses Carolyn Heilbrun's story to frame me as an archaic nitwit who confuses rudeness and rape. Needless to say, it is difficult to understand how anyone who has read my work could see me this way, so I take the caricature as a kind of straw woman on whom can be pinned a retrograde history of feminism. According to Wiegman, then, this pathetic scarecrow pines for a return to that Edenic time when feminism was an exclusive white girls' club engaged in nonacademic forms of political activism. But, actually, instead of taking seriously the points I tried to make, Wiegman herself authors the racist and anti-intellectual narrative of feminist criticism's history that she attributes to me.
1
Amanda Cross, "Murder without a Text," The Collected Stories (New York, 1997), pp. 108, 112.
2
Patricia Yaeger captures my feeling that such formulaic posturing initiates a longing "for writing that is improper, unclean, illogical, politically suspect, full of raunchy anecdotes and abortive logic." In particular, she yearns for criticism that "avoids the too anxious ablutions of postmodern feminists so busy cleaning up each other's acts that they fail to see the mess and pollution lingering around the kitchen sinks of women still caught in the travails of a pre-postmodern world" (Patricia Yaeger, "Pre-Postmodernism: Academic Feminism and the Kitchen Sink," Journal of the Midwest Modern Language Association 27 [Spring 1994]: 7).
3
Cross, "Murder without a Text," p. 109.
Susan Gubar is Distinguished Professor of English and Women's Studies at Indiana University. With Sandra M. Gilbert, she is coauthor of The Madwoman in the Attic: The Woman Writer and the Nineteenth-Century Literary Imagination (1979) as well as its three-volume sequel, No Man's Land: The Place of the Woman Writer in the Twentieth Century (1988-94>, and coeditor of The Nortonm Anthology of Literature by Women. Her most recent publication is Racechanges: White Skin, Black Face in American Culture (1997).