{"id":71162,"date":"2022-04-01T03:03:52","date_gmt":"2022-04-01T07:03:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/?p=71162"},"modified":"2022-04-05T13:13:04","modified_gmt":"2022-04-05T17:13:04","slug":"i-arrogantly-recommend-by-tom-bowden-26","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/2022\/04\/01\/i-arrogantly-recommend-by-tom-bowden-26\/","title":{"rendered":"i arrogantly recommend&#8230; by Tom Bowden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/01_Jim-Sullivan.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71165\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/01_Jim-Sullivan-93x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"93\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/01_Jim-Sullivan-93x150.jpg 93w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/01_Jim-Sullivan.jpg 311w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 93px) 100vw, 93px\" \/><\/a><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/1028\/9781628973716\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Disappearance of Jim Sullivan<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nTanguy Viel (Clayton McKee, trans.)<br \/>\nDalkey Archive<\/p>\n<p>Finally: An international novel that takes place in Detroit! Sort of. The Disappearance of Jim Sullivan is a novel by a French author about a French author who is tired of writing French novels and instead wants to write the kind of novel he sees everywhere, in airports and bookstores around the world: an \u201cinternational novel,\u201d written by the same set of authors, all of whom are American.<\/p>\n<p>Thus, the international novel is necessarily an American novel. More so, the narrator thinks, an American novel must be set in a mid-western town, which in this case is Detroit. Furthermore, since the narrator is following what he sees as a successful formula, he decides that his protagonist, Dwayne Koster, should be middle aged, recently divorced, and possessed of a drinking problem. The novel\u2019s \u201cDetroit\u201d is also reductionist, sounding like factoids about the city and its suburbs cobbled together from the first 20 results of a cursory Google search\u2014which is to say that, while the individual facts deployed may be true, in the aggregate they form a portrait no Michigander, let alone Detroiter, would recognize, or at least would see as anything other than a shallow caricature. This is part of the novel\u2019s charm: it\u2019s clunky deployment of authenticity signaling.<\/p>\n<p>For instance, when the narrator is introducing the backstory to a character named Susan Fraser, Dwayne Koster\u2019s future, then ex-, wife, he writes: \u201cShe was the kind of girl that you could imagine in a Renaissance Center office, managing the sales department of an automobile firm, as easily as you could picture her at a punk concert at the Masonic Temple, especially a punk concert at the Masonic Temple.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">I was born too late to be a part of the punk movement but one of the first things I thought to myself was that it would be good for a character to have been a punk while growing up in Detroit, maybe even to have fallen in love at an Iggy Pop concert. Then a little later, having matured over the years, the character would honeymoon at Niagara Falls. That\u2019s exactly what happened to Susan Fraser. The first time she kissed Dwane Koster was the day of the legendary Iggy Pop concert at the Masonic Temple on March 23, 1977, without knowing that she was going to become his wife, let alone the mother of his children, or that they\u2019d spend their honeymoon in the mist of the Falls, or that twenty years later she\u2019d regret it.<\/p>\n<p>At any rate, the narrator describes to us the contents of his \u201cAmerican\u201d novel as well as the reasons for his various editorial decisions in having his characters behave as they do. I won\u2019t repeat the plot here, which indeed does have a so-called action novel structure to it with illegal international shenanigans, but in Tanguy Viel\u2019s hands, the plot is secondary to Dwayne\u2019s foibles, which, true to classical tragedic form, lead inevitably to his final act.<\/p>\n<p>Rather than a parody of genre writing\u2014which it is, in part\u2014Viel\u2019s <strong>The Disappearance of Jim Sullivan<\/strong> demonstrates by inverse example that the conventions of genre\u2014its plotlines and character types\u2014are not the elements that make a story bad or good but that how a story is told determines whether it is liked or disliked, found comic or tragic, etc. Who\u2019s Jim Sullivan? That you can Google, and maybe stream his songs.<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Jim Sullivan: What Happened in the Middle of the New Mexico Desert?\" width=\"635\" height=\"357\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/O-BecTTubEQ?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/02_Potsdamer-Platz.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71164\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/02_Potsdamer-Platz-98x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"98\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/02_Potsdamer-Platz-98x150.jpg 98w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/02_Potsdamer-Platz.jpg 325w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 98px) 100vw, 98px\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/wakefieldpress.com\/corrinth_potsdam.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>Potsdamer Platz; or, The Nights of the New Messiah\u2014Ecstatic Visions<\/strong><\/a><br \/>\nCurt Corrinth (W. C. Bamberger, trans.)<br \/>\nWakefield Press<\/p>\n<p>Categorized as an expressionist novel\u2014a short-lived sub-genre of the early 20th century\u2014<strong>Potsdamer Platz\u2019s<\/strong> so-called \u201cnew messiah,\u201d mild-mannered Hans Termaden, could be seen as a country rube, who, upon arriving in Berlin, becomes overstimulated by the city\u2019s hubbub and bright lights, and thus (?!) desperately horny. He meets a young woman whose willingness to strike up a conversation with him he mistakes for sexual charisma, an assumption she disabuses him of by demanding money before sex. Despite telling him that \u201cpeople need to get by,\u201d he doesn\u2019t understand why somebody would charge him for sex. Nonetheless, the act\u2019s results upon Hans\u2019s emotional state transforms her into, in his eyes, the Red Queen.<\/p>\n<p>So addled by sex with the Red Queen, Hans decides, first, that his mission in life is to find women who would enjoy idolizing and having sex with him. Then, second, he decides that other men might benefit from a good orgasm, too, and so he wanders Berlin\u2019s streets, pulling aside lonely men, promising to pay them to have sex with the Red Queen. He becomes, essentially, a philanthropic pimp, hiring women he pays to have sex with whoever shows up. Women who wish to volunteer their services are, of course, welcome, as the entire purpose of the enterprise is to have as many people as possible fuck as much as possible. Hans\u2019s unstated assumption seems to be that, after initially underwriting the enterprise of sex, the vast majority of\u2014if not all\u2014people will insist on compulsive sex as a matter of principle: Exchange of bodily fluids, yes; cash, not so much.<\/p>\n<p>As world capitols are depopulated by citizens fleeing to engage in orgies in Berlin, male homosexuals, of all people, are angered by this hetero behavior (even though the Messiah\u2019s sexual revolution says nothing against homosexuality) and band together as the (unfortunately named) \u201cblack Uranians,\u201d attacking heterosexual orgyists in a fit of jealousy (!). Outnumbered, the gays retreat but promise revenge, briefly uniting forces with the Prussian Army (also !). But upon encountering a platoon of horny women, the Prussian army drop their guns and pants. Foes defeated, nonstop world orgasm achieved, the Messiah ascends to Heaven. (Spoiler alert.)<\/p>\n<p>An exercise in ardent, flamboyant kitsch that is quickly paced and imaginatively thorough. (The sex scenes not so much. In that way, the book is perversely modest. The reader is assured, however, that the mated couples have each achieved, in private, magnificent levels of orgasm.)<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/03_Cold-Enough.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71163\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/03_Cold-Enough-97x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"97\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/03_Cold-Enough-97x150.jpg 97w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/03_Cold-Enough.jpg 324w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 97px) 100vw, 97px\" \/><\/a><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/1028\/9780811231558\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Cold Enough for Snow<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nJessica Au<br \/>\nNew Directions<\/p>\n<p><strong>Cold Enough for Snow <\/strong>is told by a middle-aged woman who coaxes her mother to vacation with her in Tokyo for a few weeks. The narrative purpose of the trip is to provide moments of reverie and association for the narrator regarding her relationship with her mother, with her sister, and boyfriend, and what she wants from life, while the mother and daughter visit museums and eat in restaurants. The cultural expectations (Southeast Asian) seem to be low for women to actually find enjoyment and meaning in their marriages, let alone seek it out: The point is to be in a relationship, or be an outsider.<\/p>\n<p>The narrator comes to see that her mother, like herself, is isolated from others, but for different reasons. (The mother, from Cantonese-speaking Hong Kong, settled as an adult in Australia, where the daughter was born, fluent only in English.) Recollecting conversations with her boyfriend\u2019s father, a sculptor, she realizes that she is happiest when in the presence of beauty, but the personal path to living a life in that state as a goal requires the strength to refuse compromise. Her mother\u2019s life and temperament may help her determine her next life choices.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04_Among-Sphinxes.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71166\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04_Among-Sphinxes-150x150.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04_Among-Sphinxes-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04_Among-Sphinxes.png 695w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/a><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/penteractpress.com\/store\/time-among-the-sphinxes\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Time among the Sphinxes<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nChristian B\u00f6k<br \/>\nPenteract Press \/ Eneract Editions<\/p>\n<p>A short and beautiful new work by Christian B\u00f6k, whose <strong>Euonia<\/strong> I first encountered 25 years ago, and which still makes me laugh every time I read passages from it. B\u00f6k works within constraints, much in the Oulipo mode, and in recent years has blended visual representation among the constraints, so that art and text merge. In the first half of book, \u201cTranslating Translating Apollinaire (Gallifreyan),\u201d B\u00f6k translates bpNichols\u2019s English translation and transformation of lines from Apollinaire\u2019s French poem \u201cZone\u201d into Gallifreyan, a language from \u201cDr Who,\u201d the alphabet for which was originally devised by Loren Sherman. (Nichols\u2019s Translating Translating Apollinaire may be downloaded here: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bpnichol.ca\/sites\/default\/files\/archives\/document\/Translating%20Translating.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">http:\/\/www.bpnichol.ca\/sites\/default\/files\/archives\/document\/Translating%20Translating.pdf<\/a>; Gallifreyan letters and instructions on writing may be downloaded here: <a href=\"https:\/\/shermansplanet.com\/gallifreyan\/guide.pdf\"><em>https:\/\/shermansplanet.com\/gallifreyan\/guide.pdf<\/em><\/a>.)<\/p>\n<p>What\u2019s the point? For me, a few things: (a) I\u2019ve always been attracted to alphabet symbols that are beautiful to look at in their own right, whatever they\u2019re saying\u2014the various languages of South East Asia are good examples; (b) good writing usually reads well aloud\u2014might a well-written sentence\u2019s or paragraph\u2019s words be as visually appealing as they are to hear?; (c) now that I see an alternative alphabet and have instructions on how to decode it, who says sentences must be written only straight down or across, and what is gained or lost by doing so?<\/p>\n<p>The second half, \u201cTime among the Sphinxes,\u201d is B\u00f6k\u2019s manifesto about avant-garde artists and the role they have in shaping and telling us about the future, often by wrestling with the past.<\/p>\n<p>Highly recommended.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04a_AS-scaled.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-71167\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04a_AS-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"635\" height=\"476\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04a_AS-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04a_AS-150x113.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04a_AS-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04a_AS-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04a_AS-2048x1536.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04a_AS-1320x990.jpg 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 635px) 100vw, 635px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04b_AS.gif\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-71168\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04b_AS.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"581\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04c_AS.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-71169\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04c_AS-1024x362.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"635\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04c_AS-1024x362.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04c_AS-150x53.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04c_AS-768x271.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/04c_AS.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 635px) 100vw, 635px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/amphetaminesulphate.bigcartel.com\/product\/stupidbaby\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Stupid Baby<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nNew Juche<br \/>\nAmphetamine Sulphate<\/p>\n<p>The thirty-something narrator of Stupid Baby, a Scottish ex-pat, lives in a Thai slum with a prostitute named Goong, his girlfriend. The conditions are squalid, the setting tropical, the heat sweltering, the breeze nil, the stench profound. Surprisingly, supplies of water and electricity are reliable.<\/p>\n<p>The story divides along two lines that slowly merge as it unfolds: A series of twinned text messages from two women begins each chapter, one gentle and coaxing, the other abusive and hostile. The rest of each chapter consists of the narrator\u2019s recollections of Goong, whom he abandoned, and their lives together on the narrator\u2019s tab, paid, presumably via earnings from his writing (about what or for whom is never mentioned).<\/p>\n<p>In exchange for the narrator paying Goong\u2019s family\u2019s bills, she has sex with him daily. She also comes to like him, for at least two reasons\u2014his taking care of her family and his remaining devoted to her, a woman 20 years his senior. That\u2019s one of his kinks. He\u2019s a man of kinks, all of which\u2014like his preference for older women\u2014are harmless (save for the potential transmission of STDs).<\/p>\n<p>He is either on a journey toward or away from salvation from a life of drink and whoring. While he prefers emotional and physical isolation from others (see also Chet Brown\u2019s <strong>Paying for It)<\/strong>, he is also saddened by harming Goong with his behavior. What remains ambiguous is whether, by leaving her, he is attempting to come to terms with himself in a way that would allow him to reunite with her or pushing himself to further pursue his encounters with ladyboys\u2014which seems to be the point of contention motivating the story\u2019s action.<\/p>\n<p>New Juche is the pseudonym of a photographer and writer who works in Southeast Asia. (\u201cJuche\u201d is the term given to Kim Il-sung&#8217;s so-called \u201cthoughts.\u201d I assume the appellation is intended as humorously ironic.) He seems to be William Vollmann\u2019s prot\u00e9g\u00e9: in general, regarding Vollmann\u2019s writings on prostitutes; in particular, Vollmann\u2019s time writing about and living with Southeast Asian prostitutes (see <strong>Butterly Stories<\/strong>, for instance). I\u2019m a fan of Vollmann\u2019s, so that\u2019s a good thing.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/06_Tiny-Man.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71171\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/06_Tiny-Man-127x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"127\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/06_Tiny-Man-127x150.jpg 127w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/06_Tiny-Man.jpg 424w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 127px) 100vw, 127px\" \/><\/a><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/1028\/9781776574094\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Tale of the Tiny Man<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nBarbro Lindgren (Julia Marshall, trans.) with illustrations by Eva Eriksson<br \/>\nGecko Press<\/p>\n<p>A charming children&#8217;s story about a friendless man who looks like Mr Magoo (high, red, round cheeks pushing up against squinting eyes and a bulbous nose). Small, none-too-bright but kindly, the tiny man lives alone, ruing his loneliness. Then, one day, he is approached by a friendly dog who initiates play, which the tiny man reciprocates with food. The tiny man has a friend!<\/p>\n<p>But after a year of this, a little girl comes by, and the dog is interested in meeting her, too. Has the tiny man&#8217;s friendship come to an end? Was &#8220;friendship&#8221; just a cruel illusion? Enquiring children will want to know.<\/p>\n<p>Eva Eriksson&#8217;s illustrations are excellent at conveying the story&#8217;s changing moods, and Julia Marshall&#8217;s translation is graceful and natural sounding in English.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Take a look inside The Tale of the Tiny Man\" width=\"635\" height=\"357\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/LlDRWjYSQco?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/07_Genesis.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71172\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/07_Genesis-103x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"103\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/07_Genesis-103x150.jpg 103w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/07_Genesis.jpg 318w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 103px) 100vw, 103px\" \/><\/a><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/amphetaminesulphate.bigcartel.com\/product\/genesis-0-isabelle-nicou\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Genesis 0<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nIsabelle Nicou (Katie Shireen Assef, trans.)<br \/>\nAmphetamine Sulphate<\/p>\n<p>Isabelle Nicou is an introspective, self-interrogating writer in the mode of her French predecessors, Marguerite Duras and Annie Ernaux. In this terse novel, the narrator Elizabeth is a 30-year-old actress whose career has stalled, such that after years of acting, she is still only landing minor roles, such as Aricia in Racine\u2019s <strong>Ph\u00e8dre<\/strong>). Also stalled is her four-year relationship to Simon, a neuroradiologist, who seems to put in 18-hour days, seven days a week\u2014when he\u2019s in town. Worse, he doesn\u2019t attend the plays Elizabeth acts in, and seems to have platitudinous attitudes towards the arts in general.<\/p>\n<p>Career and relationship going nowhere are enough to reinforce the negative messages from her mother she grew up listening to, and still does, a mother who finds her own daughter to be a horrible person and finds nothing of value in the work Elizabeth does. (Her father merely ignores her.) All-in-all, a bad time to get pregnant.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/08_The-Beast.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71173\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/08_The-Beast-100x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/08_The-Beast-100x150.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/08_The-Beast.jpg 333w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 100px) 100vw, 100px\" \/><\/a><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/1028\/9780810143128\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Beast and Other Tales<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nJ\u00f3us\u00e8 d\u2019Arbaud (Joyce Zonana)<br \/>\nNorthwestern University Press<\/p>\n<p>Originally published in the Proven\u00e7al language in 1926, this collection of five stories by J\u00f3us\u00e8 d\u2019Arbaud describes the lives of gardians, a type of French cowboy of the country\u2019s southern end, the land salty and marshy, good for raising bulls on. Demonstrating the unchanging duties and lives of the gardians, the time of the stories range from 1417 to the early 20th century, when cars for transportation are beginning to dominate over horses.<\/p>\n<p>Set in Proven\u00e7al, among its bogs, marshes, lagoons, and salt flats, \u201cThe Beast\u201d follows the path of an old literary convention: The person presenting the story we\u2019re about to read claims to be not its author but merely its editor, in this case, mysterious manuscript over 500 years old by one Jaume Roubard, kept secret from everyone he knew but passed along generation to generation by the eldest sons. The manuscript details Roubard\u2019s encounters with a creature half goat, half man\u2014an elderly demigod, an unwanted and feared beast, no longer worshipped as in pagan days, and slowly weakening in life force. \u201cThe Beast\u201d is an extended ode to a land and the animals on it still haunted by their pagan past.<\/p>\n<p>In \u201cThe Caraco,\u201d a loner gardian, P\u00e8ire Guilhem, comes upon a young Caraco woman lost and hungry (the Caraco are described in terms similar to those used for gypsies: nomadic, clannish, and given to petty theft). Feeling pity, he takes her to his cabin and feeds her. She is allowed to sleep in the barn loft. Beginning the next morning, the Caraco, who is 16 years old, tidies his cabin and makes their meals. Guilhem finds himself happier than he\u2019s ever been\u2014but now the subject of teasing in the village because everyone knows a girl has moved in. (Note, the villagers aren\u2019t upset by her age\u2014they\u2019re just waiting for a wedding invitation.) It\u2019s a poignant story about a man who never before knew the depths of love and unhappiness.<\/p>\n<p>We meet Guilhem again in \u201cP\u00e8ire Guilhem\u2019s Remorse,\u201d where he has a side job supplying old horses for bull fights. When an old horse he used to tend is gored by a bull, he offers to pay to take the wounded horse back home. The offer of pay is something Guilhem cannot afford, as his (new) girlfriend reminds him. It\u2019s her or the old horse. Will Guilhem\u2019s choice matter?<\/p>\n<p>Another P\u00e8ire features in the last story, \u201cThe Longline.\u201d Although the life of a gardian is lived mainly alone, and although borders among ranchers are porous, a sense of privacy and ownership still pervade among the gardians\u2019 notion of dignity. And although the gardian life is rough and nature unforgiving, a sense of morality also pervades each man\u2019s conscience. Thus, when a stranger\u2014who had been poaching P\u00e8ire Gargan\u2019s fish\u2014fails in his attempt to knife Gargan, Gargan kills the man in self-defense, and his shame haunts him as much as any conscience-torn character in Poe\u2019s stories.<\/p>\n<p>Video clip: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/watch\/live\/?ref=watch_permalink&amp;v=464900227982971\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">translator interviewed<\/a> about the book and author.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/09_Divorce.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71174\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/09_Divorce-107x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"107\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/09_Divorce-107x150.jpg 107w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/09_Divorce.jpg 357w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 107px) 100vw, 107px\" \/><\/a><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/1028\/9780811230933\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Divorce<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nC\u00e9sar Aira (Chris Andrews, trans.)<br \/>\nNew Directions<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve read that C\u00e9sar Aira improvises his novels, that nothing is planned. Whether true or legend, the circumstantial evidence for improvisation is there: a hundred or so novels, so far, each about a hundred pages, give or take. Long enough for an improviser to demonstrate his chops, short enough to not repeat himself or, worse, bore his audience. Even John Coltrane had to catch his breath sometimes.<\/p>\n<p>Aira\u2019s novels are based upon skimpy premises from which so many digressions hang that the so-called backstories are usually more important than the current actions the backstories are designed to explain. In the case of <strong>The Divorce<\/strong>, the novel is structured around the following events which take 98 pages to unfold:<\/p>\n<p>After the narrator and his wife agree to divorce, he decides to take a month off in Palermo, Argentina, where he has acquaintances. While in Palermo, sitting at an outdoor caf\u00e9 with a woman named Leticia, he watches the caf\u00e9\u2019s canopy be emptied of rainwater, inadvertently torrenting down upon a passing bicyclist, Enrique, the landlord of the guest house he\u2019s renting, who also happens to know Leticia. Nearby, at another table, Enrique\u2019s mother also sees her see her son get drenched.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s it.<\/p>\n<p>All else is backstory and digression. Here\u2019s a small fraction of one of those digressions, this one regarding a friend of Enrique\u2019s named Jusepe, whose childhood Sunday drives in his parents\u2019 snug compact car were also accompanied by the Hindu god Krishna:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">To be with Krishna was to become acutely aware of how many things there are in the world; after a few minutes it became overwhelming. Putting up with him for a whole afternoon could be torture. The pointing was accompanied by a ceaseless holding forth, for each thing had its name, and each name gave rise to what must have been (had anyone been able to understand them) puns, jokes, verses, and snatches of song, all of which made Krishna (and no one else) shriek with laughter. Everyone ended up with a headache.<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Divorce<\/strong> is one of Aira\u2019s best improvisations.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Ce?sar Aira Interview: Literature is the Queen of the Arts\" width=\"635\" height=\"357\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qYO_yCC_OrQ?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/10_Heart-First.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-71175\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/10_Heart-First-100x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/10_Heart-First-100x150.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/10_Heart-First.jpg 333w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 100px) 100vw, 100px\" \/><\/a><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/1028\/9781574232530\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Heart First into This Ruin: The Complete American Sonnets<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\nWanda Coleman<br \/>\nBlack Sparrow Press<\/p>\n<p>Originally published in sections across various of her poetry collections, Heart First into This Ruin finally collects into one volume the complete 100 American Sonnets, Coleman\u2019s contribution to the sonnet form and the aesthetic expression of her experiences as a Black woman in America, un-degreed and unmarried\u2014experiences simultaneously singular and familiar, unique and shared, compressed to 14 lines (the only formal element her sonnets share with traditional sonnets). The lines and stanza lengths vary from poem to poem, suggesting that Coleman tries to tailor each poem\u2019s meter to its subject, the way it is talked about, described. And this she does very well, covering family, erotic love, work, chronic poverty, racism, and the damned knowledge that she is better than what she receives from American society.<\/p>\n<p>Here\u2019s Coleman in meditative form, \u201cAmerican Sonnet #76\u201d:<\/p>\n<p>there be the fog outside and the fog inside<br \/>\nsettling over the gravesites and skin<br \/>\nclimate fit for ghosts and amnesiacs, befogged,<br \/>\nintrusive skirtings thru filters, cracks<br \/>\nand secret spots, mist forming at my lover\u2019s<br \/>\nkiss in the pretty air, the kiss hovering and diving<br \/>\nbefore it strikes me. mist oceanflow from resistance to<br \/>\npeace time, mist taking root in the brown chair at the<br \/>\npine desk, composing, there is internal fog and external<br \/>\nfog. a garden of spirits and drums, sprites<br \/>\nthrilling on the ooze, of firs, walking naked, cold and<br \/>\nhungry for smoke, the east, want borne on wickedness like<br \/>\na shot, or kiss, before diving into blankets and history<br \/>\nto embrace the fog to give it form and flesh<\/p>\n<p>An essential collection of American poetry from the late 20th century. https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=F7wzNRf6mJs<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Disappearance of Jim Sullivan Tanguy Viel (Clayton McKee, trans.) 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