A word from your sponsor, sort of
Dear Aunt Shecky,
You'll be amused to know two things, I hope: the first being that just tonight, after supper, I was discussing with my Jewish in-laws the comedian Shecky Green and the Yiddish nickname Shecky: my lady's mom had a cousin named "Sheicky" and his real name was Littwak. That's as far as we got. The second is that I am the author of the Harper's piece you quote here and clearly have read with great interest and great care. And I am most grateful to find your thoughts on it, which are solid and provocative. I would throw two remarks into the discussion that followed: one, I cannot emphasize enough, the problem is not political correctness, the problem is much larger than that and it is identical on both sides of the political correctness debate: the problem is wanting literature (and now, I'd add, even "facts") to be limited to that which confirms one's already established beliefs; two, if I had it to do over, I'd give considerably more credit to the Goonetilike edition of Heart of Darkness, which really does have a lot of fascinating stuff in it, and helped my aforementioned mother-in-law, on her second or third try, to finally feel she had a grasp on the novel.
I should also tell you that while I disagreed with him on the small point you mention, Edward Said was a teacher of mine, and later a friend, very dear to me, himself a huge fan of Conrad; and quite simply he was the greatest literary mind I've ever been in the presence of, by a good margin, and I've been in the presence of some very good ones. I have written an Afterword to the Signet edition of Heart of Darkness/The Secret Sharer. It describes, in a way that will amuse you, how I first met Said. I was reading Heart of Darkness at the moment in question.
Thank you so much, lo these many years later, for your close and high-octane reading of my essay.
Vince Passaro