Thanks for bringing up that piece, old vulture. It is well worth reading. Your quotations do, however, give the wrong impression of its gist. In fact it is a very positive reappraisal of Leavis’s critique, both as to its substantive points and the quality of the writing. Those dismissive remarks about its hysteria, excessiveness and unfairness are brought up only to demonstrate the immediate response, one which this commenter believes to have been superseded over time by greater appreciation. As he rather unkindly says, the reputation of both Snow and Leavis declined following their deaths around 1980. However, Snow’s has never come back; Leavis’s has.
What I principally remember of both sides of this monumental exchange was the pedestrian flabbiness of Snow’s prose style, the turgid confidence with which he voiced the complacent banalities of the time - the march of science creating an ever better world - and accused all those humanists who dared not get on the bandwagon as retrograde luddites soon to disappear from history. Leavis’s response to this was some of the most crackling energetic and, yes, sarcastic prose ever written, worthy of Swift himself. To me as an aspiring student of literature it was thrilling. Consider the opening sentence: “If confidence in oneself as a master-mind, qualified by capacity, insight and knowledge to pronounce authoritatively on the frightening problems of our civilization, is genius, then there can be no doubt about Sir Charles Snow’s.”
That’s red meat in its own right, but it just gets better after that. In essence, as this piece accurately describes it, the purpose here does, however, go far beyond knocking the pomposity and mediocrity of a single man. Leavis is truly fighting to preserve the values of an older culture, one in which the measure of value is to be found in the heart and soul of individuals grappling with the problems of life and society. You could call this literary culture, but it is more than that. One last quotation from the review itself:
Snow had presented the contrast between the scientific and literary cultures as being in part about the different responses to the industrial and technological revolutions. While the natural Luddites merely rail, the scientists get on with the business of improving the material conditions of life. The existence of the individual, Snow had added, expansively, ends in death and may therefore be considered tragic, but progress represents the onward sweep of humanity collectively: as individuals, “each of us dies alone,” but “there is social hope.” Yet what, Leavis asks pressingly, “is the ‘social hope’ that transcends, cancels, or makes indifferent the inescapable tragic condition of each individual?” Where is such hope to be found except in the lives lived by particular persons?