There is a stage in our young lives, said Freud, where we undertake ‘research’ to begin trying to understand our body in relation to others, and in Katharina Volckmer’s debut novel, The Appointment, with a narrator about to undergo an unspecified medical procedure, it’s as though laying — assumedly — bare she’s harking back to a state of exposure that might have been lived as that ‘researching’ child. The narrator asks what the hell is right or wrong with her body. She... [read more]
In the early 1900s, a chimpanzee named Peter toured the world as a vaudevillian performer. Peter would smoke cigars on stage, shake hands, dance, and even speak English. The only word he knew, or had learned, was ‘Ma-ma’. Advertisers soon declared him ‘a monkey [that] made himself into a man’.
Born in 1903, author G.L. Trevelyan would have been six years old when Peter’s performances became the subject of psychological study at the University of Pennsylvania. She would be 14 when,... [read more]
Among the several eccentricities for which the Canadian Professor Jordan B. Peterson has become widely known is a peculiar choice of example to illustrate the formation of dominance hierarchies outside the sway of human society and culture. Peterson might have settled on rutting stags, or chest-beating orang-utans; instead he picked a non-mammalian species, the European lobster, whose outsize claws serve a primary purpose not of predation, but of violent competition for mating opportunities.... [read more]
Paul B. Preciado’s Can The Monster Speak? is the text of a lecture delivered pre-pandemic to the L'École de la Cause freudienne in Paris in 2019. I should say partially delivered; Preciado was heckled off the stage, called ‘Hitler’ by a woman in the audience, and subjected to jeers and boos before he could finish. It was partially filmed, and circulated online in choppy parts, like an illicit porno for anti-Lacanian theory kids everywhere. The importance of Lacan here cannot be... [read more]
George Saunders, A Swim in a Pond in the Rain: In Which Four Russians Give a Master Class on Writing, Reading, and Life
reviewed by Mathis Clément
The last time George Saunders’ thoughts on writing and the writer’s life appeared on bookshelves, they came filtered through the oddball idiom of Aldo Cummings in ‘The Falls’, one of six stories that make up Pastoralia (2000). Aldo is walking along a riverbank, feeling pleased with himself. He thinks of himself, ludicrously, as a great writer; ludicrous because of the way he thinks:
To an interviewer in his head, Cummings said he felt the possible rain made the fine bright day even... [read more]
John Sutherland, Monica Jones, Philip Larkin and Me: Her Life and Long Loves
reviewed by William Poulos
Poetry studies are becoming more like Hollywood. I don’t mean that they’re becoming more accessible or more entertaining. Rather, they’re becoming more and more obsessed with poets’ lives, as if poets were as glamorous or as interesting as Cary Grant or Marilyn Monroe. As the mounds of biographies, letters, memoirs and diaries increase, the poems lie neglected, foxing in some untidy spot. Back in the dark days, critics, deprived of the light of biographical scholarship, were forced to... [read more]
‘Grab ‘em by the pussy.’ This is, we are told, how men talk when women aren’t there. Vulgarities. Sexual boasting. ‘Locker room’ chat. Ex-journalist Tabitha Lasley sets out to discover if this is really the case in her first book, Sea State. ‘I want to see what men are like when no women are around’, is how she explains it to two separate individuals, in conversations that bookend Sea State. Both point out the irony in this aim. It won’t work. She, a woman, will be there too.... [read more]
One has to worry when writers write about unhappy writers, especially when the (fictional) writer is similar to the (actual) writer. Martin Amis has confessed that the narrator of The Information (an impotent, dejected man, and failed writer) was an outgrowth of his own mid-life crisis. This is not evidence of cloudless self-esteem, and on first acquaintance with Chris Power’s writer-narrator Robert Prowe — who while almost being called Power is, like his creator, approaching middle age and... [read more]
We are often told that listening is a skill — thoughtful listeners are treasured as friends, children are disciplined for failing to listen properly, and straight men are stereotyped for always talking and never listening on first dates. Lucie Elven’s debut, The Weak Spot, takes these tropes of listening and inverts them, interrogating the power dynamics and dark intentions hidden behind the facade of a good listener. In the opening pages of the novel, the narrator, an unnamed recently... [read more]
A.K. Blakemore’s poem ‘MAY’, published in The White Review in 2018, begins:
you slid into my life as though
a witch’s smock – a sun poem.
It’s not really a poem about witches or witchiness; still, the witch’s presence intrudes by way of displacement, powerful and cunning. Her smock arrives on the sly slidings of sibilance, a suspect garment which makes a (s)mockery of the naked body and sabotages our ideas of consequence; the analogy that began with ‘you’ is startled by... [read more]
