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December 17, 2004

WE KNEW IT HAD TO BE CONSPIRACY

Who gets published and who doesn't?  The Nation reviews Pascale Casanova's La République mondiale des lettres and offers its answers.

Casanova's work amounts to a radical remapping of global literary space--which means, first of all, the recognition that there is a global literary space. Her insights build on world systems theory, the idea, developed by Fernand Braudel and Immanuel Wallerstein, that the capitalist economy that has emerged since about 1500 must be understood as a single global system of interlinked national economies. Some of these economies belong to the ruling "core," others to the dependent "periphery," but none can coherently be studied as a discrete entity. Casanova, a scholar at the Center for Research in Arts and Language in Paris, argues, convincingly, that an analogous literary system, a "world republic of letters," has gradually taken shape since around the same time. In her analysis, a core group of nations--France, England and the founders of other "major" European literatures--having built up large reserves of "literary capital" over the past several centuries, control the means of cultural legitimation for the countries of the global literary periphery--a region that, as in the capitalist world system, has grown ever larger over the past two centuries with, first, the rise of European nationalism and, second, decolonization, as nations without previous literary standing, and writers from those nations, have sought international validation. And the capital of the world republic of letters, the place to which even other countries of the core must look for ultimate consecration and the global reputation it brings, is Paris.

Aren't the French cute when they go all exceptional on us ... ?  Speaking of French Exceptionalism, former president Valery Giscard d'Estaing has been made an "immortal" by the Academie Francaise.

Giscard d'Estaing is the author of a handful of political books and a romantic novel which was panned by Le Monde newspaper for its "total absence of originality."

We assume he'll spend his immortality contemplating that bouquet.

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