Closets of Knowledge 
Frank Kermode
- Privacy: Concealing the 18th-Century Self by Patricia Meyer Spacks
Among other books by the author of this study is one called Boredom, hailed by the paradoxophile Adam Phillips as ‘spry’, a description that would just about serve for the style of Privacy, which, though redolent of the privacies of the seminar, is public in the sense that it is reasonably free of jargon and won’t mind much if non-professors choose to read it.
Before she gets on to the 18th century, her favourite period, Patricia Meyer Spacks makes some initial remarks about ‘privacy’ and related words, intending to show that privacy is in our time regarded as wholly desirable, indeed as a human right, whereas in the past it could mean something more like ‘privation’ and refer to a condition no sane person would claim or seek; or anyway that its social disadvantages outweighed its individual attraction. She further remarks that in our day, when the right to privacy is written into constitutions and defended in the courts, we seem to be keener than ever to breach the privacy of celebrities (who actually need to have their privacy breached in order to stay celebrated) and to gloat on the couch while other individuals, seeking their own brief moment of celebrity, retail for television interviewers – without compulsion, without shame – the contents of the sad rag-and-bone shops of their hearts.
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Frank Kermode’s books include The Sense of an Ending and The Uses of Error.
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‘Disgusting’ · Frank Kermode remembers William Empson
Retripotent · B. S. Johnson
Here she is · Zadie Smith
Nutmegged · The War against Cliché: Essays and Reviews 1971-2000 by Martin Amis.
First Pitch · Marianne Moore
Our Muddy Vesture · Frank Kermode watches Pacino’s Merchant of Venice
Complicated Detours · Darwin’s Worms by Adam Phillips
At Tate Britain · William Blake