It was the same ethos I’d observed driving those academics to historicize or “complicate” the image of Shakespeare as the ultimate modern genius. Indeed, the academy’s general rejection of Bloom himself seemed little different from its need to limit the preeminence of the Bard, or even the idea of a Western canon itself. Certainly, that nebulous web that made up the aftermath of modernism—from poststructuralism to deconstruction, feminist and postcolonial theory and the New Historicism—had plenty of reasonable claims to updating what had been a mostly white, Christian, male field. And yet they all seemed too late, left exhuming a corpse the modern era had already carved up and killed. These disciplines weren’t producing anything new. They’d developed many refined and philosophically dense ways of dissecting their subjects—often to the point of undermining their own initial reasons for studying them. But the proliferation of all these exhaustive interpretative methods appeared like nothing so much as the deeply anxious work of professionals who could never quite admit to their own essential belatedness.
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Of course, at first, it seems beyond foolish to believe that a person can transcend anxiety at all. Yet at some point in my own struggle with the idea, I perceived that foolishness was the only way out. That whatever method I might find that could get me to that place of belief would be something I would have to adopt without questioning, or else suffer forever. So my method had to become literary in and of itself. I must allegorize, I thought. I must make the anxiety and my attempts to defeat it into a part of the work itself. I asked questions of Anxiety; I demanded answers from Anxiety—and slowly, over years, I began to find some. Even if Bloom or Freud, in all their philosophical pessimism, might have called these illusions, or evasions, or sublimations.