JLNobody wrote:As I see it, while beauty does not necessarily promote survival it contributes substantially to its value.
Sure--I'd be the last person to deny the importance of beauty in the aesthetic experience. I just don't see a whole lot to be gained, and quite a lot to be lost, in pretending that aesthetic quality is a form of truth. Primarily what is lost is, ironically, the thing that Coberst is always hawking: critical thinking. As proof of this, one need only ask the committed aesthetician for an example of the kind of truth that Hamlet illustrates. Invariably, the response is that the truth of Hamlet, whatever it is, can't be put into words; either that, or explaining the "truths" of Hamlet would consist of simply quoting the text and "letting it speak for itself." (I'm reminded of a possibly apocryphal anecdote I once heard concerning T.S. Eliot, in which he has just read aloud the text of "Sweeney Among the Nightengales" at a poetry reading and, upon being asked what the poem "means," responds by reading it aloud again.) In other words, "aesthetic truth" is a kind of truth that is explicitly designed to refute interrogation... which is the opposite of critical thinking.
Among the other things that are lost when one conflates aesthetic quality and truth, I would argue, is the reality that high art--the kind that is always used when an intellectual wants to distinguish between "aesthetic quality" and mere "entertainment"--has always been a luxury item of the affluent. To describe art's pleasures as crucial elements of "survival" seems to me to be wildly naive and not a little offensive.
I'm not suggesting that we start devaluing artworks or start feeling guilty about liking them, of course. I just think we should call a spade a spade. Why not call the enjoyment of Hamlet a leisure activity, since that is what it is? What do we gain by pretending that it is crucial to our survival?