Terry Eagleton, literary gadfly and brigand, is lionized in the most recent issue of The Chronicle. Eagleton, prominent “Marxist critic” has at least regretted the rise of identity politics in literature and theoretical relativism (well, he’d prefer simpler class dynamics, but still). I saw him speak recently – despite stirring defenses of Theory, he spoke regretfully about how often in modern writings about literature one can forget that the items under discussion are a novel or a poem, so dense and dominant are the surrounding theoretical webs. While his writings often seem a real stretch (Wuthering Heights as an allegory for 19th Century Ireland?) they’re at least punchy.
Oh, the piece notes that Eagleton writes for the Guardian. You can imagine what he says there.