Nothing Doting Living Loving: What Are You Reading In The Winter of 2023-24?

Happy New Winter, everyone!

William Gardner Smith - The Stone Face
Yuval Taylor - Zora and Langston: A Story of Friendship and Betrayal

I am actually reading Nothing!

Courtesy link to the previous WAYR thread:

I'm in Love With Books and I Feel Fine! What Are You Reading in Autumn 2023?

I am 21 'Books' (530 pages) into the Iliad with three more books to go. Spoilers: Patroclus is dead, Achilles finally stopped sulking and is massacring Trojans, but he has yet to kill Hector. I've been reading one or two of the books a night, then setting the Iliad aside and reading in something less demanding, so I am also now most of the way through an easy-peasy sports memoir Coach Wooden and Me, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. It is pleasant reading. It's not the sort of thing most ILBers would find engaging, but I'm an admirer of Kareem from way back in 1965 when he began playing for UCLA, back when freshmen weren't allowed on the varsity team.

Edith Wharton's *Age of Innocence* which feels perfect for the time of year and Eliot Weinberger's *Karmic Traces*, a series of essays the unifying field of which is currently beyond me (but colour me intrigued anyway).

I am still making my way through Winner-Take-All Politics. It's been a struggle. Not that the book is badly written; it isn't. Not that the subject isn't interesting; it very much is, despite having been written pre-Trump and thus being a little outdated. It's just so fucking depressing: a post-mortem on what has gone wrong in American politics since the 70s, and why we are where we are now, particularly in the disparity between the very rich and everyone else.

which iliad?

(I've read three or four retellings of it but not the actual thing, the choice of translations is a bit overwhelming though. penguin alone have 4 versions available)

(actually 6 versions)

The recent Iliad translation from Emily Wilson. It's quite good in terms of clarity and force of language while retaining metrical interest and variety. It uses iambic pentameter.

yeah, i hear good things about that, but it's like £20 for the ebook version currently (which probably reflects the work that's gone into it, but probably not what i'll get out of it)

I checked out a library copy of it.

Wilson lives a few blocks from me— apparently her indoor/outdoor cat has a very large and charming bell.

that's a marvelous detail

Misak, Frank Ramsey

There was a lot of sex being had, but sadly, it did not involve Frank. Perhaps it had something to do with that simplicity of character. Perhaps it had to do with his massive size.

Ramsey in Vienna, writing about Roger Penrose's father-to-be:

"I live with Lionel, whose brains, if he ever had any, have been analysed away pretty completely, so that serious conversation is almost impossible."

Ramsey didn't like his wife's having an affair with Liam O'Flaherty.

He lashed out with some nasty words about the Irish: "their politics are mere assassination, their ethics superstition, and their literature fairytale."

Ramsey wrote an influential paper in economics about optimal saving. One if his assumptions was:

that we can't go on forever being more and more in debt to foreign nations

We know that this assumption is not true of the US, because the US is uniquely favored by history. Or something. C'mon, man!

Misak remarks that Virginia Woolf could have obtained the two main characters in To The Lighthouse by copying Frank Ramsey's parents into the book and changing one letter. Misak omits to add that in the novel, one of their sons was a mathematics prodigy. In the novel, the son was killed in the trenches and his mother died at home. Frank Ramsey's mother died in a car accident a few months after the novel was published, and he died three years later at age 26.

Also reading nothing, which is just after finishing The Sound and The Fury

finished Hardy's Noble Dames which was every combination of eloping and extra marital affairs and illegitimate children

started on the assorted uncollected short stories, the first two of which have featured horse theft

xp You meanNothing or nothing?
Just starting We Have Always Lived In The Castle (with afterword by Jonathem Lethem and gothic cartoon cover, in New Adult section, prob soon to be decimated by new Library Board, so I finally got to it while I could). Incredible tension of concentration as way of life for teen girl narrator---

Finished The Dark is Rising - as noted here

"The Dark Is Rising" - Classic or monumentally boring DUD

…the first few chapters are marvellously evocative and spooky, almost as good as Garner and Le Guin, and the rest is a bunch of pompous stodgy lore that only an 11-year-old could love (NB this is a book for 11-year-olds).

Rewatching the intro to Box of Delights on YouTube is a
briefer and cheaper way of getting to where this ends up.

I finished the Iliad. The bardic function of the poem, which was to steadfastly glorify the ruling class by commemorating (and inflating) their deeds of courage and wisdom, and praising their family wealth and pedigrees, is front and center at all times. The pace can get pretty slow and draggy when it condenses that function into making long lists of such stuff. The real fascination for me is how capably the poem rises up to function as great literature, in spite of that heavy burden of flattery. When it hits its marks, it's incredibly powerful.

Now I'm reading The World My Wilderness, Rose Macaulay. It's set during the immediate aftermath of the second world war.

closing out 2023 with the worst book i've read this year: the last one by will dean

woman goes on a cruise with her boyfriend, wakes up the next morning as the only person left on the ship, which is still steaming somewhere at full speed

this is the sort of premise that cannot possibly end well, but perhaps the journey might be interesting? no. plus completely half-assed characterization and an ending that is honestly insulting. fuck you will dean

Sounds like one that might be better abandoned.

This month's book club selection is How High We Go in the Dark, by Sequoia Nagamatsu. Thus far, the premise is that climate change has caused some virus or viruses long dormant in Arctic ice to spread, causing a pandemic that affects children first and foremost. There seems to be some sort of redemption building, which is good, because otherwise it feels like an exercise in literary sadism.

Also, it features a talking pig.

Tolstoy - Hadji Murad (second time)

William Goldman - Adventures in the Screen Trade
Cormac McCarthy - The Border Trilogy (a combined edition of all three books)
Louis Menand - The Free World
Various Authors - Great Detectives
Guy Dubord - The Society of the Spectacle

re: McCarthy, I never made it past All the Pretty Horses. I should give the rest of the trilogy another go, if for no other reason than that my brother loves it so much.

mary shelley - frankenstein
was surprised at how different it was to the film versions i've seen. was dismayed at how long it was for a shortish book. could quite happily be half the length. although perhaps one wouldn't get the full effect of what a whiny prick frankenstein is. would never have finished this if it were a recent novel.

As it happens, I finished The World My Wilderness before the witching hour of NYEve, but after posting my 'WDYR in 2023' list. Oh well, pobody's nerfect. It was fine. Macaulay did indulge her penchant for burbling over ruins on a few occasions and the cast of characters, while cunningly sketched, stayed only fitfully vibrant or alive. As a novel of Europe adrift in chaos after the wreckage of WWII it quite succeeded, but from a peculiarly British ruling class perspective.

the memory monster by yishai sarid - short and quite powerful novel about the way in which the holocaust is remembered in israel.

HHhH by laurent binet - more nazi stuff. the conceptually ambitious metatextual stuff doesn't work, which is a shame because it dominates.

stone blind by natalie haynes - the perseus and medusa story. great fun.

the iron king by maurice druon - the first part of the the series that supposedly inspired game of thrones. france ca. 1400. i haven't read GoT, but i've seen the show, and this certainly reminded me of early seasons before all the wizard bollocks. quite trashy, nowhere near the political or literary sophistication of e.g. wolf hall. but pretty good fun. will probably read the rest.

first love by gwendoline riley - very good, very sad novella.

finishing the year with the https://www.nytimes.com/2023/05/10/books/review/paved-paradise-henry-grabar.html, which is great. i'm sympathetic, but the book is very persuasive and surprisingly well written and funny.

the ebook of the new Natalie Haynes, Divine Might, which is Pandora's Jar but featuring goddesses, is 99p on Amazon.co.uk today

just finished paul murray's "the bee sting". next up "the leopard"

Finished How High We Go in the Dark. I can't say I would strongly recommend it. It reads like a collection of loosely connected short stories, which it was originally, and the final chapter relies on a deus ex machina that rings a little hollow. In the interview at the end, the author seems super nice and earnest, and he obviously put a lot of thought and work into the book, but in the end it just wasn't as great as it might have been.

Just got started on another Ross Macdonald 'Lew Archer' novel, The Underground Man (published 1971). The early set-up of the story is economical, effortlessly engaging, and damn near perfectly paced. The man could write a story.

I'm going to try reading The Tale of Genji, the Tyler translation.

So far I'm finding that it's a book that must be taken slowly, 5 minutes a page if not more. So probably over 100 hours in total.

Lucas Hilderbrand - The Bars Are Ours: Histories and Cultures of Gay Bars in America, 1960 and After
Harry Crews - The Gospel Singer

as I said re 2023 reading:

Truman Capote:
The Early Stories of Truman Capote (half good, promising)
Other Voices, Other Rooms (maybe half good, disappointing)

sense of personal concerns as generator of characters' situations

Read Atlantic Island by Tony Duvert. A friend had told me this book was actually quite an astonishing indictment of bourgeois adult values and attitudes toward children, and in fact, she was correct, tho sometimes the means by which Duvert got there— depicting sex between teenage boys— was obviously icky. Like a more French and less hallucinatory Burroughs in this way, the book held some sentences that bowled me over, such as: “When you fall into the grip of those who have the right to be virtuous at your expense, you can never get out.”

Now I am reading Anne F. Garréta’s Sphinx, a pretty engaging short novel about a love affair between two characters who remain genderless and utterly ambiguous throughout the book. Digging it so far!

im seong-sun - the consultant
korean thriller about the restructuring consultant of an all pervasive company referred throughout as simply 'the company' whose job is to plan the deaths of anyone in need of 'restructuring'. v good flow and world creation but somehow slight in the end.

I just finished Mike Davis' City of Quartz. Amazing, amazing book, I didn't want it to end.

I thought the chapter on the Catholic church was going to be boring, but it was incredible. I would be curious about the church's legacy/impact/power since 1990. I would presume it has declined due to the fallout from the church molestation scandals and as most church attendance has declined.

The Urantia Book. Curious if there are other readers lurking around ilx

I finished the Ross Macdonald book, The Underground Man. In order to create an increasingly dense series of plot twists in the last twenty pages of the book he incrementally revealed that an improbably large number of the characters had converged at the scene of a murder that took place 15 years earlier, while at the same time most of them were unaware of each others proximity.

Surprisingly, this scarcely believable level of improbability didn't detract from the story at all for me, because the real interest wasn't generated by the mystery of whodunnit, but by the complexities of the characters as humans.

It's my turn to host book club, and I have picked a book recommended by my brother: Chain-Gang All-Stars, by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah. It looks to be a near-future dystopia in which inmates of the private prison system fight to the death for a chance at release. Very solid reviews.

boy, Harry Crews thinks he's Flannery O'Connor, eh

I have to confess to enjoying A Feast of Snakes. It definitely sits in the guilty pleasures bin.

I don't like to dismiss Major Novelists out of hand, so I'm picking that one up on Sunday.

It's my turn to host book club, and I have picked a book recommended by my brother: _Chain-Gang All-Stars_, by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah. It looks to be a near-future dystopia in which inmates of the private prison system fight to the death for a chance at release. Very solid reviews.

I barely get time to read but just finished Babel by RF Kuang - anyone read it? Think I was expecting more from it and it began to seriously annoy me. But, guess it kept me reading.

I barely get time to read but just finished Babel by RF Kuang - anyone read it? Think I was expecting more from it and it began to seriously annoy me. But, guess it kept me reading.

I was really disappointed by it (it had been highly recommended to me), for roughly the reasons here: https://ttdlabyrinth.wordpress.com/2023/07/02/the-fall-of-the-tower/

A View of the Harbor was my first Elizabeth Taylor novel, Aimless, and I hope the taste is agreeable enough for you to keep going. She's become one of my favorite 20th century novelists.

This is my second Elizabeth Taylor. I read Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont in 2019 and enjoyed it, but only now am I getting back to her. Too many good books yet unread and I read 'em at a much slower pace than you do!

Also unexpectedly good at English surburban horror, re: "The Flypaper"

probably my favourite keyes so far.

Btw that part near the beginning where Helen returns to her parents empty nest and finds them having cake and tea for dinner cos they can’t be bothered is something I have quoted to my own parents - grazers! - more than once.

I recently finished Nadja by André Breton. A strange, slight, but also dense, book, not sure it’s really a novel. The central narrative part is sketched very quickly. Characters are barely described. There are recurring digressions about apparently random coincidences or juxtapositions of everyday objects or events that the author takes much care in describing precisely, presumably these are the parts that relate to Surrealism as a unifying aesthetic and way of life. And yet there is a real emotional resonance to the story, the character of Nadja and her relationship to the narrator. Odd but memorable.

Thanks to a fabulous college professor who became one of my mentors Nadja was my first experience with flâneur lit.

it warms my heart that you guys read elizabeth taylor. i love her so. i feel like i raved about her on here more than once over the years.

i went to a retired english professor's house to buy records and he had a huge shelf of books and i couldn't help myself i said "Where are the women?". he kinda stammered and said there are women there and i said not many oh there is one barbara pym...it was like a sad where's waldo. and then he said oh when i was teaching of course it was all dead white males....and i wanted to say yeah they didn't have women back then...
he was 70 so he would have been teaching in the 80s and beyond...

I treasure those midcentury Anglo-Irish miniaturists: Pym, Taylor, Bowen maybe, Penelope Fitzgerald, even those two Philip Larkin novels.

i'm currently reading city of quartz by mike davis and having a rough go at it. i feel guilty because in terms of subject matter, style and orientation it ought to be up my alley (and it's beloved by many writers i like), but i'm finding it pretty charmless and feel like i'm not learning much from it

for a work of marxist political economy davis strikes me as oddly incurious about the actual nuts-and-bolts workings of urban political economy. he's extremely well-read, but reading it often feels like the recital of an endless list of poorly-contextualized proper nouns in a prose style that's at times way too purple and at others painfully dry and academic. for example, the second chapter, which documents the shifting elite power structures that shaped the city over the course of its history, is little more than a who's-who, going through the sequences of industries that boomed and busted and listing the names of the capitalists whose power waxed and waned. davis subsumes most of the (imo more interesting) story of how these elites ruled and wrested power over one another in the many violent metaphors and adverbs that glue his narrative together. for example, a central player in davis' account is harrison gray otis, publisher of the la times and real estate investor who sat on most of the city's business organizations. davis imbues otis with a near-dictatorial power, turning LA into "the most centralized ... militarized municipal power-structures in the united states", but never gives me anything on how he came to amass such power, how he used the various tools at his disposal to exert it. and when otis' political dynasty (then lead by his son-in-law harry chandler) finally loses its monopoly of power, davis' story is basically that new industries (automobiles and aerospace in particular) emerged and along with them new capitalists. did the otis-chandler empire put up a fight? if so, why did they lose when they'd previously held uncontested power for half a century? despite a conspiratorial tone, nothing is ever spelled out in enough detail to get a feel for how the conflicts and transitions played out at anything approaching a "micro" level. i wasn't expecting caro, but there's something really satisfying about the way a book like the power broker follows the money and traces the operation of power through the web of byzantine local regulations, and there's just nothing like that here

the first chapter--on the various waves of artist and intellectuals who shaped the country--had a similar problem, where it just felt like a long annotated bibliography. i added some cool books to my reading list, but other than that, not easy to say what i got out of reading it :/

gonna keep on with it for a while but i'm really hoping the first two chapters are the worst

I kind of felt the way you did… it’s impressive but there’s an assumed familiarity with decades’ worth of California politicians and developers.

I don't think Davis cares about the minutia of the history of the powers that be and their struggles (beyond the shift from Downtown to the Westside that gets brought up many times). He's way more interested in their effect on the city itself. Also, it's more a polemic than a biography of a person/city.

I was hooked by the book right away, but I will say one similarity to The Power Broker is that City of Quartz builds momentum as later chapters benefit from those that came before.

Funny, I think Davis is great, but then again I grew up reading dry leftist rags so my standards for a lot of that kind of writing are pretty low.

My February reading:

My February 2024 reading:

Denis Johnson – Resuscitation of a Hanged Man
Jun’ichirō Tanizaki – In Praise of Shadows
Lisa Tuttle – My Death
* William Shakespeare – Measure for Measure
John McGahern – Amongst Women
Peter William Evans – BFI: Written on the Wind
Teju Cole – Black paper: Writing in a Dark Time
Stephen Davis – Please Please Tell Me Now: The Duran Duran Story
Joshua Green – The Rebels: Elizabeth Warren, Bernie Sanders, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, and The Struggle for a New American Politics
Edward J. Larson – American Inheritance: Liberty and Slavery in the Birth of a Nation, 1765-1795
William Maxwell – They Came Like Swallows
Harry Crews – A Feast of Snakes
David Yazzi – Late Romance: Anthony Hecht, A Poet’s Life
Olúfẹ́mi O. Táíwò – Elite Capture: How the Powerful Took Over Identity Politics (And Everything Else)

Thanks, table, for the Táíwò recommendation -- a genuine education.

Paul Lynch - Prophet Song.

For once I am reading a booker winner. In this novel, Ireland has become a police state. What I am liking so far is the description of various stresses, griefs, despairs being passed "through the body" of one of the characters.

About halfway through If We Burn, Bevins’ new book on the missing revolution, and while I was a bit skeptical at first, I can see him pull threads together— the cooptation of leftist protest by libertarian/right forces; recuperation and manglingof leftist ideas to fit neoliberal ideologies; the detrimental effects of social media preventing coherent movements to take shape; state and corporate actors seizing on unrest to shoehorn in their own fascist plans; etc. I am reading about a chapter per day with my coffee, so should be finished soon.

Currently reading "Good Morning, Midnight" by Jean Rhys, always an inimitable bracing voice.

Euphoria, by Lily King. A more or less fictionalized account of the love triangle among Margaret Mead, Reo Fortune and Gregory Bateson. It's well-written, and while it of course can't be taken as biography, it's already sent me down numerous Mead-related rabbit holes, as this is someone I knew of mostly by reputation.

I've started another Ross MacDonald 'Lew Archer' novel, The Chill. As with the others of his I've read, he keeps the action moving along at a breakneck pace. When Lew Archer meets an incidental character who supplies Archer with a single piece of useful information, MacDonald tends to dispose of the conversation in as few words as possible and speed Archer on to the next plot development. He's not like Chandler, who had a delightful habit of inserting brief conversations between Philip Marlowe and incidental characters that barely moved the plot forward, but were rich with humor and always gratifying. I kind of miss those moments idling on the side tracks.

Would love to mention something about The Chill (when you've finished it).

You're right that the Archer books are missing a little humour, and perhaps even boring at times, but I also kind of enjoy their seriousness: at the very least, they're never pompous or unintentionally camp. Plus - he's an optimist about people and empathetic about life's compromises, it's not just easy noir fatalism. I always find myself quite invested in solving the mystery - not the case with Chandler. I suppose you could say - Macdonald wrote many better books than The Big Sleep, but I couldn't imagine him ever writing a better book than The Long Goodbye.

Would love to mention something about The Chill (when you've finished it).

I finished it last night.

The many twists and turns of the plot eventually arriveded at a denouement that was pretty far toward the furthest reaches of believability. Yes, each of the many constituent elements were only somewhat 'out there', but within belief if considered in isolation. It was the concurrence of all of them in a single tight constellation of characters that pushed the odds too far for me. But ofc that's what happens when your audience demands plots so intricate they're left guessing the outcome wrongly until the final page or two. MacDonald was just doing what his fans expected and doing it remarkably well considering.

Now I'm reading How to Live -or- A Life of Montaigne, Sarah Bakewell.

pretty far toward the furthest reaches of believability

otm

I finished How to Live, Sarah Bakewell, the full subtitle of which is A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer. It was a bit repetitive, as so many non-fic books seem to be these days, but on the whole I found it engaging. The gimmick of 'one question & twenty attempts' wasn't very helpful, but didn't actively detract either. The author succeeded in making Montaigne's life, work, and character consistently interesting. I'll chalk it up in the 'Win' column.

I had an extra hour, so I raced through a very slender book Nineteen Ways of Looking at Wang Wei, which takes a brief four line poem by the T'ang poet, showing it in Chinese characters, then as a phonetic transcription, and then a literal translation of each character's possible meanings. It then gives sixteen modern translations of the poem into English, French and Spanish, with commentary on each translation. It quickly convinces you that translating T'ang poetry into modern european languages is fiendishly difficult to do well.

I've moved on to reading Grand Hotel, Vicki Baum, first published in 1929 and an instant best seller. I can see why. She handles her large cast of characters with marvelous assurance.

I am getting toward the later sections of the Thorpe biography I started about a year ago. It's actually quite a good book, if long. There is a lot to consider in this book and the life it examines, including the history of the hegemonic culture in relation to the indigenous, the shameful legacy of the same, our relationship with sport and its idols, the nature of fame. It's also an almost embarrassingly intimate view of one man's life. I kind of squirmed through the chapter quoting at length his love letters courting his (very young) second wife while still married to, if separated from, his first.

Ann Powers - Good Booty
David Yaffe - Bob Dylan: Like a Complete Unknown
Henrik Pontoppidan - Lucky Per
Heinrich Böll - The Silent Angel

i'm experimenting with a new method of reading while at the gym. audiobook playing in my earphones, tablet placed across the screen with ebook of same book. for the latter i use an app called BookFusion that has an "autoscroll" feature which i calibrate to match the speed of the reader. i am aware it sounds insane but it actually works. i'm too adhd to listen to audiobooks, and pure reading while running doesn't work. i also zone out super hard and find i can run for much longer, do a few extra laps to finish a chapter, etc. i find exercise insanely boring but cardio helps me with stress/anxiety so i'm hoping it sticks. finished "say nothing" by patrick radden keefe (which was excellent) in a little over a week

Jones, Loaded

Getting some non fiction in - an immense world by ed yong (life is bonkers, evolution is insane) and fermat's last theorem by simon singh.

Jones, Loaded

― alimosina, Saturday, March 16, 2024 7:44 PM

I leafed through it at the bookshop yesterday.

Priestdaddy, Patricia Lockwood - Difficult to talk about because, here and elsewhere, fawning over Lockwood is a) an obvious move and b) already somewhat passé; also difficult because reviewing, even in this informal setting, is about finding a way to pinpoint exactly what a writer's deal is, and her deal to a large extent is pinpointing exactly what lots of other things in life's deals are, so my insight looks pale. Suffice to say I totally loved this and laughed out loud many times.

One I've actually read! It's great, isn't it? I was googling to remember the name of the other book, and found this about her meeting the Pope, which I will now sit down to read
https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v45/n23/patricia-lockwood/diary

Thanks, I was meaning to look that up!

Ted Gioia History of Jazz
pretty in depth history of jazz over 400 pages. Goes into the 21st century a bit.
I'm still on Modern Jazz, thought I'd be through this faster. But it is pretty good.

What is Modern Israel? Yakov Rabkin
History of the creation and results of setting up Israel. Looking at Zionism, its ties to the Nazi Party, the drive to secularism in Zionism. I've come across a lot of this before in Pappe, Masalha , Sand and elsewhere. So it's not as shocking as coming across the information contained absolutely freshly. But there is some dodgy behaviour looked at here. & it has confirmed the links between Zionism and the extreme right wing including the Nazi Party.
Interesting book and quite short,

Strangest genius : the stained glass of Harry Clarke Lucy Costigan
picture book on the stained glass artwork of Harry Clarke the Irish artist. I need to get into this. Still kicking myself for missing a cheap personal copy at the start of the first lockdown by not ringing a bookshop that had a few.
Great artist anyway. Seemed to have some influence from Aubrey Beardsley.

Sonic Life Thurston Moore
Sonic Youth ,mainstay's memoir. So far I'm still in the late 70s with him driving to events with his friend Harold. They're getting to a lot of gigs at CBGBs and Max's and discovering a lot of music.
Pretty great book but I'm reading a lot of other stuff at the same time so its being backburnered.

Andrew Heywood Political Theory
good primer on the subject. My current bathroom book,

fermat's last theorem by simon singh.

apparently this is called fermat's enigma, in large letters on the cover.

I started Morning and Evening, my first Jon Fosse.

"Good Morning, Midnight" was great. Haven't read a bad Rhys yet, so will definitely keep going. Currently reading a biography of Teddy Roosevelt focusing on his youth: "Mornings on Horseback" by David McCullough. Covers a similar time period and American upper class social stratum as the William James bio I read last year.

fermat's last theorem by simon singh.

apparently this is called fermat's enigma, in large letters on the cover.

no, my copy is indeed called fermat's last theorem. enigma is the american edition. is "theorem" too scary a word for americans, like "philosopher's"?

Enigma I associate with Turing, maybe that’s why?

Oh wait

Finished a re-read of Lyn Hejinian's Oxota: A Short Russian Novel, which is, of course, none of those things. It consists of 270 free sonnets that interweave elements of Hejinian's visits to the USSR during perestroika alongside the plot of Pushkin's Eugene Onegin. It's a great book, much more funny and joyous than I remember it being. That said, I first read it more than a decade ago, so my memory of it might have been a little blurry.

Hejinian is well worth reading, for anyone interested in contemporary poetry. She will be missed.

Today I need to finish my fifth or sixth re-reading of Etel Adnan's The Arab Apocalypse to prep for my poetry workshop students tomorrow, but I also am spending stray moments with a short Michael Palmer book, First Figures, which I picked up over the weekend. Palmer is an interesting poet, for while his first five or six books are quite mesmerizing in their focus on how and why we read and place signification the way the we do, his later works veer into a very French sort of abstraction that is deeply boring. This is one of his final "interesting" books.

It's officially Spring! Things have been a bit slack in the WAYR thread compared to days of yore, but maybe the pace will pick up a bit in a new thread. Either way, it's time for a new beginning.

Any takers for starting a Spring 2024 thread?

a very French sort of abstraction that is deeply boring.

My grad school experience in the early 90s in a nutshell.

lol— did you get hit with too much Lacan and Derrida?

As filtered through professors like Perry Meisel, yes.

a very French sort of abstraction that is deeply boring.

I gone done and made a new one: I have coveted everything and enjoyed nothing: what are you reading in Spring 2024?

I wonder if some of the French reputation for abstraction may have to do with translation difficulties. Just guessing it would be easier to make a long sentence with many abstract terms cohere in a language like French, with its wealth of inflections. I think many English translations try to keep the long sentences but without the inflections as hints they become rather frustrating to parse.

Thanks, Chinaski!

I mean that he utilizes a lot of abstract rather than concrete images, and this lends his poems a sort of French theoretical quality mixed with a strange messianism that I think of as rooted in “the mythic.” Part of my disinterest might be that this style is deeply dated; the other part of me believes that the poems are so hermetic that it takes a certain mindset to find a way into them. I enjoy a lot of “difficult” poetry, though— Palmer’s work simply feels like one sheer surface, whereas many of his compatriots write in multiple modes and in ways that betray surfaces of language and signification rubbing against one another. That kind of friction is ultimately absent from Palmer’s work after the mid 80s, to my mind.