The Philosopher
Jacques Barzun
The face
The background
- Nationality:
- French-American
- Schools:
- Abbaye de Créteil
- Branchs:
- history of ideas, Cultural history, Philosophy of education, Literary criticism, Musicology
- Period:
- 20th century
The synopsis
Jacques Martin Barzun (November 30, 1907 – October 25, 2012) was a French-born American historian, cultural critic, and philosopher of education. He is known for his extensive work on the history of ideas and cultural history, spanning subjects from baseball and mystery novels to classical music and education. Barzun was a professor of history at Columbia University for many years, where he also played a significant role in administration, serving as Dean of the Graduate School, Dean of Faculties, and Provost. He authored over forty books, including "Teacher in America" (1945), which influenced teacher training, and his magnum opus, "From Dawn to Decadence: 500 Years of Western Cultural Life, 1500 to the Present" (2000). His intellectual contributions earned him prestigious awards such as the Presidential Medal of Freedom and the French Legion of Honor. Barzun's work often emphasized the importance of storytelling in history and critiqued the "gangrene of specialism," advocating for a broad liberal arts education.
The works
Samplings and Chronicles: Being the Continuation of the Philolexian Society History, with Literary Selections from 1912 to 1927
The French Race: Theories of Its Origins and Their Social and Political Implications
Race: A Study in Modern Superstition
Of Human Freedom
Darwin, Marx, Wagner: Critique of a Heritage
Romanticism and the Modern Ego
Teacher in America
Berlioz and the Romantic Century
Pleasures of Music: A Reader's Choice of Great Writing About Music and Musicians From Cellini to Bernard Shaw
God's Country and Mine: A Declaration of Love, Spiced with a Few Harsh Words
Music in American Life
The Energies of Art: Studies of Authors, Classic and Modern
The House of Intellect
Lincoln: The Literary Genius
The Delights of Detection
Classic, Romantic, and Modern
Science: The Glorious Entertainment
What Man Has Built
The American University: How It Runs, Where It Is Going
Berlioz and the Romantic Century (3d ed.)
On Writing, Editing, and Publishing
A Catalogue of Crime: Being a Reader's Guide to the Literature of Mystery, Detection, and Related Genres
Clio and the Doctors
The Use and Abuse of Art
Simple and Direct: A Rhetoric for Writers
The Bibliophile of the Future: His Complaints about the Twentieth Century
Three Talks at Northern Kentucky University
Lincoln's Philosophic Vision
Critical Questions: On Music and Letters, Culture and Biography, 1940–1980
Berlioz and His Century: An Introduction to the Age of Romanticism
A Stroll with William James
A Word or Two Before You Go: Brief Essays on Language
The Culture We Deserve: A Critique of Disenlightenment
An Essay on French Verse: For Readers of English Poetry
Begin Here: The Forgotten Conditions of Teaching and Learning
From Dawn to Decadence: 500 Years of Western Cultural Life, 1500 to the Present
Sidelights on Opera at Glimmerglass
A Jacques Barzun Reader
What Is a School? and Trim the College!
The Modern Researcher
Four More Sidelights on Opera at Glimmerglass: 2001–2004
The quotes
Music is intended and designed for sentient beings that have hopes and purposes and emotions.
Political correctness does not legislate tolerance; it only organizes hatred.
The danger that may really threaten (crime fiction) is that soon there will be more writers than readers.
A man who has both feet planted firmly in the air can be safely called a liberal as opposed to the conservative, who has both feet firmly planted in his mouth.
By the time I was 9, I had the conviction that everybody in the world was an artist except plumbers or people who delivered groceries.
The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works.
The test and the use of man's education is that he finds pleasure in the exercise of his mind.
It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence.
Varese, Apollinaire, Ezra Pound, Leger, Gleizes, Severini, Villon, Duchamp, Duchamp-Villon, Marie Laurencin, Cocteau and many others were to me household names in the literal sense - names of familiar figures around the house.
Idealism springs from deep feelings, but feelings are nothing without the formulated idea that keeps them whole.
Great cultural changes begin in affectation and end in routine.
Schools are not intended to moralize a wicked world, but to impart knowledge and develop intelligence, with only two social aims in mind: prepare to take on one's share in the world's work, and perhaps in addition, lend a hand in improving society, after schooling is done.
After being boxed in by man and his constructions in Europe and the East, the release into space is exhilarating. The horizon is a huge remote circle, and no hills intervene.
It is only in the shadows, when some fresh wave, truly original, truly creative, breaks upon the shore, that there will be a rediscovery of the West.
I have always been - I think any student of history almost inevitably is - a cheerful pessimist.
Art distills sensation and embodies it with enhanced meaning in a memorable form - or else it is not art.
Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball, the rules and realities of the game - and do it by watching first some high school or small-town teams.
Of course, clothing fashions have always been impractical, except in Tahiti.
In any assembly the simplest way to stop transacting business and split the ranks is to appeal to a principle.
Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball.
In teaching you cannot see the fruit of a day's work. It is invisible and remains so, maybe for twenty years.
Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy.
Except among those whose education has been in the minimalist style, it is understood that hasty moral judgments about the past are a form of injustice.
If civilization has risen from the Stone Age, it can rise again from the Wastepaper Age.
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a lost tradition.
An artist has every right - one may even say a duty - to exhibit his productions as prominently as he can.
I'll read, and then I'll take naps. When I feel sleep coming on, I give in and don't fight it.
If it were possible to talk to the unborn, one could never explain to them how it feels to be alive, for life is washed in the speechless real.
Since it is seldom clear whether intellectual activity denotes a superior mode of being or a vital deficiency, opinion swings between considering intellect a privilege and seeing it as a handicap.