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I'm sitting giggling sporadically, having come to the end of Gilbert Adair's The Death Of The Author and, knowing there was a twist at the end, I'm glad all the forward thinking I put in to work out what it may be didn't pay off. I've never really followed literary and critical movements, but those that do may notice that the book's title echoes, as I've found out, an essay by Barthes and the book's actual storyline subverts, as I've also found out, the biography of Paul de Man.
Wordplay, erudition, literary theory, satire, and more - and all in just over a hundred pages. I've always liked Adair's work and this one, from 1992, has to be his best. |
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Elizabeth Costello by J. M. Coetzee. Started a thread elsewhere, however I would some it up by saying 'interesting', both in device and content. Sorry to be a fence sitter.
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Johnno by David Malouf... a beautifully crafted, yet disappointing, exploration of friendship, love and loss.
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A bit of a reading jag took place the last couple of weeks and I finished Javier Marias' ALL SOULS (liked very much), Gabriel Josipovici's GOLDBERG:VARIATIONS (uneven at times but mostly quite interesting), Christopher Isherwood's MR. NORRIS CHANGES TRAINS and GOODBYE TO BERLIN (both very good books set in pre-war Berlin, the first an excellent political parable, the second a very effective semi-autobiographical ficional documentary), Peter Ackroyd's THE LAMBS OF LONDON (where the plagiarism plot seems to run away with Ackroyd to the extent that the titular characters vanish for much of the last third, but a satisfying read in any case) and Georges Simenon's MAIGRET AND THE GHOST (an about average installment in the series).
Now, I'm dipping cautiously into ST LUCY'S HOME FOR GIRLS RAISED BY WOLVES by Karen Russell, and it's a slog. The stories often wind up being quite memorable and even moving, but the writing style is a bit of a pain. I suppose it's just too jumpy, modern and perhaps too American for my more sedate Old World tastes and pedantic ways. I suspect that I might have embraced this book quite enthusiastically about a decade back, but one's arteries do begin to harden with time. Far more in keeping with my emerging taste for sedateness, pedantry and a touch of well-applied pomposity is Thomas Mann's DR FAUSTUS, which I am already halfway through. |
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Finished today Micheline Aharonian Marcom's new novel, The Mirror In The Well, which was pretty much a prose poem dedicated to the vagina. Of course, there was more to it than that, such as power struggles, immigration, and an undercurrent of Biblical allusion, but I'm surprised at how much I liked it, moreso on the second reading. Oh, and its very explicit sexually, consistently so, that I was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep it up. {{Groan.}} The style was very reminiscent of Clarice Lispector, and I'll certainly try and chase up her previous novels, being a trilogy of the consequences of the Armenian Genocide.
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Juan Goytisolo, Makbara (trans Helen Lane): recently reissued by Dalkey Archive. One of the rare instances where Complete-Review doesn't get it (no sense of humor on evolving issues), but does get that it's a bit much. It's a lot much. Such much! Over the top at times, including in the meta category, but there's rewards to the risks it takes. In some respects an answer to Edward Said's Orientalism; but that's minor compared to the send-up of academic and other modern follies -- more anti-ideological than anything, except sex, which [it] is also all about.
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Walter Abish, Alphabetical Africa: Running the gamut (or is it gauntlet?) from A to Z and back again; the constraint (of which one is always aware, or one of them anyway, as others seem to be in force at times, provisionally, checking as one progresses) interacts with the story in curious ways, surprisingly richly; even so, the conceit gets in the way, however ingenious the ways around it (but then something Dictionary Johnson said about dogs comes to mind): All in,
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Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami. I enjoyed it but would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't read it too quickly.
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