The annual
CBC Massey Lectures are captured by the
publication of a book. In an earlier
article I confessed a preference for a
greater emphasis on current substantive
research and scholarship in these
lectures. This year's book, Winter,
goes in another direction. As I got
into Winter by Adam Gopnik
(Anansi 2011) I couldn’t help sense again
some loss of substantive learning of the
kind I had enjoyed in The
Ring of Democracy. Let me hasten to
add that there is learning to be had
between the covers of Winter.
Let me also note that this is a well
written well-crafted book. It’s just I
want to feel more than that I have passed
some time agreeably with well-read
company. Writers like Gopnik know how to
write and will no doubt be readby
many with admiration.
The material is cleverly shaped and
organized into chapters examining
different aspects of the winter theme. The
opening chapter on romantic winter draws
on the romantic era and its sublime winter
by pictures like the French soldier in a
forest, and by poetry. The chapter on the
radical winter reminds readers of the 19th
century fascination with things polar.
There is the polar sled race of
Frankenstein and the monster from the 19th
century novel. There are accounts of the
series of heroic, stoic and fateful 19th
century polar expeditions. A chapter on
recuperative winter tells of the
development of the festival of Christmas,
which was supposed to have returned to
medieval origins of Christmas, influenced
by the writings of Dickens in the late
19th century. There is a chapter on
recreational winter with accounts and
pictures like the minister on the loch of
skating in the mini ice age, culminating
in a spirited promotional on the wonders
of a hockey game. The final chapter on
“remembering winter” is reflective. It
includes a description of the development
of the underground city such as that in
Montreal, but returns to humanism and the
need for metaphor in the otherwise empty
universe.
Along the way
through the book there are pensive
intimate moments with allusions to the
human condition and our quest to pour
meaning into a universe of millions of
uncaring stars. This is the notion that,
as I recall Northrup Frye putting it,
humans create cocoons of metaphors to
comfortably live in. Gopnik’s final
chapter sumarised his themes differently:
“things have names because acts have
authors.”
At the end I
wondered what exactly I had read so
pleasantly. I wasn’t stimulated to
criticism as by Ignatieff and The
Rights Revolution or Somerville in The
Ethical Imagination. I didn’t sense
gaining special insights I hadn’t been
aware I needed as with Franklin in The
Real World of Technology. Yes, I
can resonate with Gopnik’s romances of
winter. I have fond memories of sledding
and skiing and watching snow fall and
watching fire flames flicker after short
days. I have heard the stories of the
gruelling polar expeditions before. I have
read Frye on metaphor and the great codes.
This Winter
book seemed clever but unsatisfying.
Somehow more substance and stimulation
should be expected from Massey Lectures.
And my concern goes beyond a preference
for research and science versus fiction.
In contrast, last year’s Player
One,
which turned the Massey Lectures into
installments of a novel, was thought
provoking on several levels. Although
fiction, the context was relevant – rising
oil prices, potential implications for
breakdown in social cohesion, how various
archetypical humans treat each other in a
shared crisis.
Perhaps this
year’s Massey Lectures on Winter
did not satisfy because I spent my
first full January and early February in
Mexico with a climate where the winter was
like a southern Ontario summer. Snow and
rain are not part of the daily routine.
Walking for exercise is possible without
fear of slipping and breaking arms or
legs. There are birds to watch. Native
tropical birds are intriguing in
themselves but there are also birds
familiar to this visitor from southern
Ontario - migratory birds preparing to
return North as the seasons turn towards
spring. Winter is defined by where you
choose to spend it – if you have the
luxury of choice. Gopnik doesn’t do
justice to this new winter experience as
the getaway holiday season for seniors.