I felt that Baxter’s Procrustes poses an interesting question on the value of literature. The story asks whether literature has value intrinsic to itself and its writing, or do we create value in literature based on our appreciation of certain works? I thought this question was particularly relevant to our class, since several of the books we read were not popular at the time of publication, but have since been labeled “classics” by academia. Baxter reminds me a little bit of the stereotype of the tortured poet, and it’s interesting that his work was so highly regarded before it had even been read.
For example, one of the characters says that “The author’s view of life… as expressed in these beautiful lines, will help us fit our shoulders for the heavy burden of life” (106). Yet the committee decided that they trusted Baxter so much they wouldn’t even need to read his manuscript before publishing it, so how could they know it “will help us fit our shoulders for the heavy burden of life”? The language used here is vague, and could apply to nearly every piece of writing. I think the author is trying to call out the hypocrisy of literary criticism that uses fancy language and grand statements instead of focusing on the specifics.
I think the author is also trying to point out that, even if literature is a form of art, the book-making business is still a business. The committee, seeing the success of sealed books, decides to make Baxter’s Procrustes a sealed edition as well. And even though they have been duped, they are still willing to make money off the book, and “a sealed copy of Baxter’s Procrustes was knocked down, after spirited bidding, for two hundred and fifty dollars” (108). While literature is often shown in an idealized light, as a pure form of art that reveals truths about the human conditions, the story of Baxter’s Procrustes shows how the literary industry is as filled with flaws and hypocrisy as any other industry.