A halo of warmth in the darkness of the year: what are you reading spring 2023?

New Criticism has always had some appeal for me insofar as the "intrinsic" fallacy insists on the primacy of the art object, of artist's personality, sensibilty, voice, generating and generated by what we perceive in the audience experience, as a reader, listener, viewer---although, while reading, listening, viewing we can't unsee etc. associations from what else we know of the artist's life, of life itself (that's why intrinsic is a fallacy, or just not true to life, and so your authors go on to amateur psychology, as you describe).
But the appeal is in the counter-tendency to letting the art get buried in biographical elements, as so often happens: judging the artist only or primarily in terms of problematic/plain shitty behavior for instance, and dismissing them or playing up the most shocking bits.

That's pretty much what I said last week re frustrations in music journalism, sorry for rehash.

Thanks Aimless - appreciated.

I am coming to think that W&W, despite being so sternly sober, are vulnerable to a quite simple counter-argument, which would be something like: 'Content is not extrinsic to literature'.

Their project of stripping away everything non-essential leads them to wanting to list only purely literary devices - metre, for instance - as the heart of literary study. There is something convincing about this or about all such projects of radical reduction and definition. But we know that literature is suggestive because it uses language, which is referential. Isn't it the case that Middlemarch isn't just 'an 800-page novel divided into 40 [or whatever] chapters', but 'a novel of the English C19, set in the 1820s and published in the 1870s?'. We can't experience Middlemarch *without* its social content - it's 'intrinsic' to what the text is. I sense that W&W don't want to see this.

On the other hand, they are quite good at disposing of 'Zeitgeist' ideas, hulking old German books that argue that every work of art in a given age must express the same spirit. W&W are soberly able to take down such fantasies - and as such, they are not so conceptually far from the Althusser, in LIRE LE CAPITAL (1965), who was arguing for a more differentiated view of social process rather than one where everything at every moment expressed the same thing.

At the start of their section on INTRINSIC STUDY, W&W start on some really wacky ideas. They say: 'We need to work out what a poem actually is. Where is it?', and they say 'You might think a poem is on paper, but actually, if you think about it, you could destroy every paper copy but if someone still remembered it in their head, the poem would still exist!'. It could be a hippy meditation.

It also occurs to me that a creative writer - maybe a poet or an SF author - could turn the tables by writing a literary work somehow containing and reusing all this stuff. I can imagine a Donald Barthelme story, certainly a John Barth one, THEORY OF LITERATURE. I think of the quite striking Lethem story 'The Dytopianist [...]', which takes literary discourse from outside to inside the story.

I read *Time Will Darken It* by William Maxwell. Maxwell was the fiction editor at the New Yorker for the best part of 40 years in the middle of the last century and edited Sylvia Townsend Warner, John Cheever, John Updike and Elizabeth Taylor amongst others. This is to say, he has an extraordinary facility with structure and restraint, holding back, holding back. The book isn't about very much: a nondescript Illinois town in 1912; a central character tortured by manners and reticence with a thin marriage, which is disrupted by a visit from a rambunctious southern family. Maxwell uses multiple viewpoints to tell the story and seems to know each character intimately - almost to the point of voyeurism in places. What unfolds is born of these simple ingredients and feels utterly inevitable.

In a way, the plot Maxwell has chosen, and the particular traits of the characters he draws, are like an analogue for the novel form itself. What is not said lays like sediment, an unconscious layer, thickening like the night waiting to enclose the reader. The final few chapters are pretty shattering.

The Folded Leaf is one of my favorite American novels

I've only read this and *So Long, See You Tomorrow*. I clearly need to read everything. Have you read any of the letters? Am tempted by his correspondence with Elizabeth Taylor.

Also reading *Stepping Stones*, a series of interviews with Seamus Heaney by Dennis O'Driscoll. The interviews were mostly conducted by email, and are organised chronologically. It functions like an autobiography, with Heaney clearly treating it like an excavation, dredging memories from deep in his unconscious. Of what I've read so far, the book is full of beautiful details of his early life in Mossbawn and the Wood, the farm they moved to when Heaney was in his early teens.

It's also full of rich insight into his creative process, which, unsurprisingly, given the nature of his work, he frames with lots of digging and dredging metaphors. He also talks a lot about 'self-forgetting' and hints at the dissolution of the ego. I was surprised to note no mention of Freud in the index. It would be good to ask someone who knows more about Heaney whether this is a deliberate omission, or whether O'Driscoll simply didn't frame any questions that way (perhaps neither are interested!).

I hesitate to use the word (small c) conservative because, given my relative ignorance of Irish history, it feels clumsy and ugly but the picture of Heaney that emerges is kind of *that*. I think a good deal of it is his self-deprecation but, his facility with deep time aside, he seems to me a master of the local - social, cultural, emotional. He is, by his own admittance, completely unmusical, and despite growing up around Dylan and Leonard Cohen etc, felt nothing for them and, for all those riverine and fishing metaphors, has been 'on about a dozen riverbanks' in his whole life. It seems he found what he was good at, and did it like Hercules. Which, thank goodness.

Anyway, it's wholly fascinating.

I love Time Will Darken It! also recommend So Long, See You Tomorrow on a shattering, William Maxwell tip.

reading The Last Samurai btw; it rules

I like STEPPING STONES, indeed. It must be one of the single most useful resources for understanding any particular writer.

I agree with the description except that it never seemed Freudian to me. I suppose that like Heaney and O'Driscoll I don't particularly think that way.

I (inexactly) remember his description of Beatles and Dylan as 'like music from the fairground', pleasant but trivial.

Reading a lot of Heaney at particular times, I did realise how relatively uninterested he was (at least as an artist) in modern things - though they crop up occasionally in the poems: airfields, aeroplanes, telephones, the Underground (train) in the poem of (I think) that name, even fibre-optic wires in the late 'Tollund Man in Springtime'. But these things stand out as noticeable because the background of earth, grass, etc, not to mention the obsession with Classical myth, is so much more pervasive.

Well yeah, he did grow up on a farm in the middle of the countryside. He (like me) grew up in a part of the country where the bog and its strange past-present atmosphere pervades and his writing always feels very present in these poems. You should also consider that he grew up Catholic in (Co.) Derry, which was subject to neglect in terms of investment in infrastructure from Belfast due to sectarian reasons - cf the second university campus being located at Coleraine rather than in Derry - and actually the rail service was part of this. Like, they closed a rail line that served the west side of NI in the 60s -predominantly Catholic - and that remains the case to this day!

There we were in the vaulted tunnel running,
You in your going-away coat speeding ahead
And me, me then like a fleet god gaining
Upon you before you turned to a reed

Or some new white flower japped with crimson
As the coat flapped wide and button after button
Sprang off and fell in a trail
Between the Underground and the Albert Hall.

Honeymooning, moonlighting, late from the Proms,
Our echoes die in that corridor and now
I come as Hansel came on the moonlit stones
Retracing the path back, lifting the buttons

To end up in a draughty lamplit station
After the trains have gone, the wet track
Bared and tensed as I am, all attention
For your step following and damned if I look back.

Immanuel Velikovsky Earth In Collision
Book from 1955 tracing the geological history of the planet commenting on various finds from the time. Think its been debunked since and not sure up to here what the author's own input is. Think I came across it being talked about in The Morning of the Magicians or something way way back. I got it on an interlibrary loan a few weeks ago and think it was from a storage space so surprised to see it's got a further request on it so having to read though it rapidly. He's been somebody I wanted to read for a few decades so thought I'd at least get some of it read. Got through first few chapters anyway.
So yeah he's talking about finds in geological history as applied to how long the planet has been around. He's talking about exotic animal fossils being found in th Northern hemisphere and what that has been seen to mean. Including hippopotami holidaying from Africa in Northern France and the UK or at least the geographical area.
THink I thought it was going to be weirder. Well may develop further once he gets through the understood history.

David Olusoga The Kaiser's Holocaust.
where the war between the local Herero tribe and the German colonial army has just reached a really negative point cos a military leader from a different tribe from the Nama has been killed. This is showing how deeply racist the German authorities were, Kaiser giving direct permission to wipe out the local tribe. Not sure if that is a great deal more so than other colonial powers of the time. They've just set up some of the first concentration camps to make Herero work and see feeding them to be a secondary concern. Revolting.
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I really enjoyed Olusoga's The World's War about native men being brought into the army to fight pro European powers which also showed a massive amount of racism. But seems to be part of teh epistemology of the time disgustingly.

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got displaced from in front of the David Olusoga title. Computer acting odd.

I left Wellek & Warren here:

At the start of their section on INTRINSIC STUDY, W&W start on some really wacky ideas. They say: 'We need to work out what a poem actually is. Where is it?', and they say 'You might think a poem is on paper, but actually, if you think about it, you could destroy every paper copy but if someone still remembered it in their head, the poem would still exist!'.

They quickly went on to list some other possible modes of existence for the literary work - which they have ominously shortened to 'the poem' for convenience (as if 'poem' is really a suitable shorthand for 'work of literature': the shorthand is clearly liable to introduce distortions). Thus: maybe the poem is the sound it makes when it's read out; or the reader's experience when reading it; or the writer's when writing it. They understandably say that these are inadequate. The implication is that they are working towards something like a Platonic version of the text, ie: a notional entity that can be manifested in various instances like books. You can imagine the same thing for a song. I don't know whether this approach is so helpful, but the oddity is that having pushed the argument in this direction they suddenly tend to refuse it, saying a literary text isn't actually like an ideal like 'triangle'.

So what is it? Surely some simple formula could be offered like: 'the literary work is a determinate set of words which can be manifested in an infinite number of instances including in different media'. W&W instead get bizarrely into the word 'norms' (p.150), arguing that the text is a set of norms - which is just a big deflection from the issue they've raised, especially as this word 'norms' has come almost out of nowhere and they say it's not to be confused with eg: ethical norms.

This whole chapter can be considered a philosophical rabbit-hole, a case of stopping and thinking (too?) hard about the object you were on the way to say things about, to the point where you almost dissolve the existence of said object. You could say it's philosophically valid, and interesting in itself. But then the really odd thing is: what does it have to do with literature? Is it only a literary text that raises these problems of 'modality of existence'?

Actually, not at all. Just consider eg: a speech by JFK - handwritten by JFK, typed up by an aide, delivered by JFK, published in the NYT, later included in a book called The Speeches of JFK (which goes through different editions, and gets translated), later appearing on the JFL official website. This text has just as many ambiguities of modality as a poem by Robert Frost, doesn't it? So maybe what W&W are really talking about is just the ambiguous status of any text, which may have a particular instance but, insofar as it can be copied out, seems also to have a transferrable identity that endures.

But is this even really limited to text? It's probably equally true of pictorial diagrams, for instance. In which case, W&W are very far from telling us anything specific to literature - which is generally their whole thrust and intent.

W&W go on to a relatively long chapter on 'Euphony, Rhythm, and Metre'. This is the driest so far by far. As often, their main approach seems to be to tell us about various other theories or descriptions that have been advanced, then sigh and rather dismiss them as inadequate. The learning involved is huge - greater than most critics ever obtain - but it is not being put to especially productive use. If this is a THEORY OF LITERATURE then what is the theoretical yield, the positive outlook, from this survey? Not very clear. They do seem quite keen on the Russian Formalists, which makes me wonder whether in Cold War times the Formalists were a) dangerously foreign or b) sympathetic and feted as anti-Stalinists.

The Making Of The English Working Class, E.P. Thompson - Finally finished this. Started due to thinking about how little of the left canon I've read, and since I live in England this seemed like a good place to start correcting that. Also the fact that it's history and not theory made it less intimidating.

Having finished it I feel like the title is misleading? The material conditions that lead to the creation of a modern proletariat are pretty much taken for granted, and what's focused on instead is a history of radical resistance, taking in the radical press, popular uprisings, trade unions. It feels more about the making of a class consciousness than of a class, though perhaps the argument is that the latter can only exist if the former does as well?

Some vague readings have suggested the book is taking a stand against economical determinism and, under the influence of Gramsci, showing how social history also molds class. I've probably butchered this argument, sorry. Anyway I can grasp Gramsci's hegemony easily enough but don't really understand how a history of radical resistance fits into this.

It was often tough going but I'm glad I preserved - I think my favourite part was about the underground jacobin resistance at the height of legislative repression. Thompson explains how the state's reliance on spies meant we got mostly overblown and fanciful accounts of this period, as obv spies had a personal interest in making things seem alarming, but also how this was overcorrected against by historians who ended up suggesting that this underground was entirely fictional. Feels like you could make a cracking BBC drama about it, with lots of room to let imagination run free as the historical sources are so scant and compromised.

I reach W&W's chapter 'Image, Symbol, Metaphor, Myth'. I think I understand the grouping, but the emphasis on 'myth' is not to my taste. The idea that people need myths to live is, I find, overrated, and the idea that myth is or must be central to literature does seem accurate. I think this is a historically dated, period attitude.

When they get to metonymy and synecdoche (p.194), I become confused. It's not that I don't understand the standard examples of these phenomena which are always given. But I don't seem to understand W&W's distinction between the two things. I also wonder if metonymy has basically been overstated within literary criticism for a long time. David Lodge's promotion of it as the key to realist writing has never really made sense to me. W&W give a couple of confusing examples. They think that 'the village green' is metonymy. If so then 'the city centre' is also metonymy. Unsure how helpful that is. Strange that this particular term always ends up puzzling me.

I suppose that the book has gradually become more dense and technical.

Should read: "the idea that myth is or must be central to literature does NOT seem accurate."

thompson directly addresses the issue issue of how he's defining class in the preface (his first sentence notes that the book's title is perhaps clumsy, but… ). the once-much-quoted sentence is this one: "… class happens when some men, as a result of common experiences inherited or shared), feel and articulate the identity of the interests as between themselves, and as against other men whose interests are different from (and usually opposed to) theirs"

(full preface here, rich in typos)

so yes, he is arguing (as i think woukld any english marxist in the early 60s) that class is a highly dynamic term rather than a passive or merely descriptive sociological banding, closer to a verb than an adjective, almost. class is a thing that happens, he says -- but what he also means is that people make it happen. and it absolutely entails consciousness of identity and purpose-in-identity.

the book (and certainly this ever so slightly tentative preface) was part of a (very 50s) project, i think, of translation alongside the historical archeology: taking concept from marxist thought that had perhaps become jargon (he was subsequently very hostile to the "theory turn") to present them to the many new readers that the post-war expansion of HE and FE was going to deliver. this was activism much more as it was in any sense academic

the gramsci issue is interesting: my understanding is that gramsci didn't really enter the uk left bloodstream until the end of the 60s (via tom nairn and perry anderson's version of the new left review rather than thompson's earlier version), at least as a body of work to reckon with (nairn spoke italian and indeed taught in italy, which is where he encountered it and brought it back). but there's an argument that the anderson-nairn version of gramsci is somewhat contorted towards the study of the effects of established instititions in reproducing the ruling ideology, where (and this is generally a more recent reading, i guess) gramsci's line and his activism were actually much more about "hegemonic struggle" (verb again) than "hegemony" (passive noun you can point to).

in particular -- writing just after WW1 -- he described "hegemonic struggle" as being like trench warfare: which i take to mean that (instead of hoping to seize the commanding heights of academia and shape things from there) the true communist is establishing perspective fighting school-by-school, library-by-library, even (since this is italy) church-by-church… in which case a history of radical resistance is precisely a history of (the emergence of a counter-)hegemony

except as i say, i think thompson wasn't yet responding to this framework with this book, bcz nairn wasn't back from italy yet (subs check this) and perry had only very recently effected his NLR boardroom coup

Naturally I approve that everything comes back to Perry.

Finished some Prynne for reading group as well as a small poetry book in translation from the Spanish that was ultimately disappointing in English— reading the original, while not mindblowing, was certainly more beautiful than the translation. I was surprised at this, given the translator’s other work. (Book in question is Adjacent Islands/Islas adyacentes, by Nicole Cecilia Delgado, trans Urayoán Noel).

I also started a new book as my bedtime reading: The Notebooks and Papers of Gerard Manley Hopkins. It is quite riveting so far, tbh, as I love Hopkins’ poetry and witnessing his poetic sensibilities and sense of language develop is thrilling and also, as one might expect, very strange! He is a strange writer! This edition is long out of print but I found a cheap copy online, highly recommended to those who are interested in GMH’s work.

nice, I was fishing for a mark s post

did I read the preface? I must have.

so yes, he is arguing (as i think woukld any english marxist in the early 60s) that class is a highly dynamic term rather than a passive or merely descriptive sociological banding, closer to a verb than an adjective, almost.

This is how a lot of academics approach the word queer now!

Love Hopkins. His prose (his diaries and the Sermons) is so good!

Love Hopkins. His prose (his diaries and the Sermons) is so good!

I have taht Making of the English Working Class somewhere near my bed I think. Looked like something I would be very interested in having a grounding in. But I think it got backburnered by a pile of things I was picking up at the time.
Still sounds like something I want to get to.
Think I wound up with a load of history of the idea of race getting read instead if I'm thinking about timing right. Thinkk I needed that and other decolonisation as much though this would presumably just add another facet to that.

xpost hegemony as struggle makes me think of an interview I heard this morning with Julia Lee, author of the new Biting the Hand: Growing Up Asian in Black and White America. She talks about Asians being invisible, inscrutable, vague, at best, when not responded to with outright hostility or violence---but also "weaponizing invisibility"---she relates this to Ralph Ellison---in a possibly positive way:

Asian Americans might reside in a position of existential invisibility and yet that also makes us incredibly powerful and subversive, because nobody is looking at us, and we are looking at everything.

I love reading poets' prose.

Just finished “And Then There Were None”, which I’ve seen multiple adaptations of, but never read. It’s the best Christie I’ve read, alongside “Cards on the Table”. The writing is unusual and original by Christie standards – all breathless short paragraphs, like James Ellroy but less annoying. The result is extremely paranoid and tense, even if you know the ending.

Now onto “Mixed Up Files of Basil Frankweiler”, based on some previous ILB recommendations…

Wellek & Warren on poetics was pretty abstruse to me. More fresh air arrives in Chapter 16, on 'Narrative Fiction'. These are the kind of critics who think that even talking about that new-fangled form the Novel is a bit dicey. Indeed they start by saying that the novel has not amassed the critical tradition that poetry has. They immediately get in to some quite agreeable statements, eg on p.213:

Realism and naturalism, whether in the drama or the novel, are literary or literary-philosophical movements, conventions, styles, like romanticism or surrealism. The distinction is not between reality and illusion, but between differing conceptions of reality, between differing modes of illusion.

Actually that one's such a chestnut, even a canard, that I think it would be worth revisiting and querying. But it gets better a page later when they talk of the novelist's 'world' as a key concept. This is so broad that no-one in academic writing ever talks about it, yet I agree with them that it's a useful way to talk.

The great novelists all have such a world - recognizable as overlapping the empirical world but different in its self-coherent intelligibility.

The 'overlap' there is interesting. Does fiction really overlap with the real world? I think rather it makes a double of it, which it then varies.

They quote Desmond McCarthy who is brisker than they are, who explains well how a novelist's characters belong in that novelist's world, so it is strange to imagine one novelist's character in another's world: 'If Pecksniff were transplanted into The Golden Bowl he would become extinct' (p.214). Here is, in a way, the (pre-PoMo) basis of a whole aspect of PoMo fiction. You can imagine a PoMo narrative literally about a character from one novel who risks becoming extinct in another - indeed such texts probably exist. It's the sort of thing Coover would do; in a way, it had already been adumbrated in AT SWIM-TWO-BIRDS, ten years before W&W's book.

Immanuel Velikovsky Earth iN Upheaval
This does get weirder as we go into his own theories rather than interpretation of historic geologists ideas, or maybe more noticeably when I'm not speed reading as much. He didn't like the existing thought of things developing gradually over millions of years, preferring the idea of several cataclysmic events. Talks a lot about deposits of bones in unlikely places consequentially meaning things prescribed by him. & I need to have another look at where the idea of the holidaying hippopotami swimming up from North Africa to Northern Europe came from, if it was his own or not.
But the later part of teh book looks into things like teh disappearance of Atlantis, several; versions of Troy etc in a way that is a bit adrift.
This book apparently did get a lot of following between its 1955 release and a couple of decades later. I see there are a number of books looking into its popularity and it as pseudoscience. I think I may have come across it in Morning of the Magicians when I read that in my teens or Colin Wilson's work or something along those lines. NOt sure what but have wanted to read it or at least one of his for decades. NOw wound up having to read it faster than I'd expected because there is a request out on it and it's now a couple of days overdue. Finding it weird that I got it from a storage place and somebody is after it directly after me when it would appear it was otherwise retired. Oh well, occult esoterica and the like.
It does seem to argue coherently which may be why it was popular. Think I may have been expecting something a lot more sensationalist or something. Does Von Daniken seem apparently rational in a similar way? I mean despite the racism and whether or not you believe in alien life and all.
Read the last 100 pages last night when I couldn't sleep

David Olusoga & Casper Erichsen The Kaiser's Holocaust
The history of the German colony in South West Africa leading to war and then genocide of the Nama peoples.
I enjoy Olusoga so want to read more. THis was pretty good.
I've just read the main par of the book which is about that era of colonisation. About to start the section on the links with the rise of teh National Socialist Party over the decade after the First World War. There were direct links in as much as Herman Goering's dad was the first Governor of the colony. But some of the other people setting up the party were also involved.

'If Pecksniff were transplanted into The Golden Bowl he would become extinct' (p.214). Here is, in a way, the (pre-PoMo) basis of a whole aspect of PoMo fiction.

Also on a more populist level, the basis of franchise crossover films like Alien Vs. Predator or Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman.

Yes. Good point - though in those instances the crossover doesn't seem to create much ontological disruption? The characters seem to exist OK in the same plane?

W&W's chapter on narrative fiction continues in a vein that makes me realise: this book is something like an *encyclopedia*. It doesn't so much make a developing argument as amass 'things we know so far about literature'.

Thus sentences like:

The simplest form of characterization is naming. (219)

Modes of characterisation are many. (219)

A story can be told through letters and journals. Or it can develop from anecdotes. (221)

Interesting is the question of how the story purports to exist. (222)

(Imagine publishing that last sentence now!)

They undermine the legibility of their theory by introducing confusing terms from other languages: thus: 'What we call the "composition"of the novel is, by the Germans and Russians, called its "motivation"' (217) - and then they take off with this new word. Wait, what do we mean by 'composition' in the first place? Why not establish that before replacing the word with another one which is counter-intuitive? In cases like this, the rationality, certainly the clarity, of W&W goes astray.

A deeper issue, I find, is their attachment to an idea of The Novel that belongs to an earlier time - not in that it's 'realist', quite contrary, in that it involves simplification and caricature. They seem intuitively to think that a novel has a 'rounded' hero surrounded by a lot of 'flat' characters who are 'types' - perhaps servants, clowns, etc. My sense is that this model would work OK for the 18th century; it works less well for Virginia Woolf, or for lots of other novels that you could imagine writing or reading.

The model leads them to say:

There are character-typologies, partly literary tradition, partly folk-anthropology, which are used by novelists. In nineteenth-century English and American fictin, one finds brunettes [...] and blondes [...] The blonde is the home-maker, unexciting but steady and sweet. The brunette - passionate, violent, mysterious, alluring, and untrustworthy - gathers up the characteristics of the Oriental, the Jewish, the Spanish, and the Italian as seen from the point of view of the 'Anglo-Saxon' (219-20).

It is truly hard to know where to begin with this. Well:

1: It looks like simple racism. It's extraordinary that at this point in history they can write so casually of these 'racial types' in this, at best, uncritical way. You could say that they are framing it as a convention, the 'Anglo-Saxon' also a type. But they don't seem to stand far enough back from the frame. How about, at least, considering whether Italian or Spanish literature also 'others' 'Anglo-Saxons' in a parallel way (or if not, why not?), rather than staying with the idea that the white Anglo is the norm? It's a mess.

2: It's also counter-intuitive from the POV even of norms / stereotypes that had developed by the time they were writing (not long before Marilyn Monroe takes off) - when 'Gentlemen prefer blondes', and blondes are the more attractive, brunettes more steady and homely. A reversal of the stereotype? Wouldn't that say something about the artificial nature of the stereotypes?

3: OK, maybe novelists used to write this way. But do they still, by 1949? If not, why not? Why isn't this recourse to stereotype historicised and treated as limited?

4: Apart from the ethical objections you might have to such stereotypes, aren't they also aesthetically limiting?

My general point is: I am baffled re: why W&W are stuck with a view of prose fiction that relies on caricature and simplification. They're in the mid-20th century, they ought to be able to see that prose fiction can do other things.

Depends. Sometimes there's metatextual jokes to highlight the inconsistencies; more self-seriously, often you get the explanation of a multiverse to justify their crossover.

xpost

What's a good example of that, good to read?

I guess this kind of crossover fiction is more legally feasible in the comic book world where most of the intellectual property is owned by a few mega-corporations. Copyright law would make it difficult to do for most recent fiction. I guess this why these mash-ups tend to be done for stuff in the public domain, like Jane Austen. Or else they circulate as unauthorized fan-fiction.

Got the Heaney book, all. Thanks.

I've been inching through Books of Jacob by Olga Tocarczuk. At 1/3 through I'm thinking about abandoning it, it's just too long to keep at something that's... not bad just boring but, y'know, sunk cost fallacy.

Has anyone here finished it and have compelling reasons to keep going (or not)?

I talked about it on the olga tocarczuk thread, I think it does build into something remarkable but if you're a full third in and bored I'm not sure that would change.

currently reading 'the road to en-dor', an autobiographical account of a real life escape from a first world war turkish prison camp, achieved by tricking the captors with ouija boards and conjuring and mentalism. a proper boys own adventure tale, though the action is psychological not physical, and there's the expected casual racism - "johnny turk is a queer mixture of brutality and chivalry" being the worst example so far, morally and aesthetically. I wonder if 'the confidence men' by margalit fox, a more recent telling of the story, would be a better read.

prisoner of war camp, that is.

Joanna Russ How To Suppress Women's Writing
somewhat satirical overview of the various ways in which the patriarchal establishment undermines female authors.
Writer was a sci fi author whose The Female Man which I picked up from a charity shop a while back and have yet to get to. Think I'd only realised this was the same author a couple of days back. Not sure exactly where I saw this recommended but does seem interesting so far. I think I got it from a storage area in the library system, though it seems like something that should be better known or is that just in the Irish library system? Since the Velikovsky I read last week came from a storage space, The Galway Warehouse, and was requested before I wanted to renew it, would be good if the same thing happened here.
Oh well seems quite good so far.

picked up a couple of other library requests this week which I have yet to start
On savage shores : how Indigenous Americans discovered Europe Caroline Dodds Pennock
book about the cultural interchange the other way than is normally reported. Since the first European contact with the Americas there had been some Native American (or whatever term is better used) presence in Europe. Columbus brought people from the Americas back with him including a number of free nobility etc who interacted with European society. I've yet to read this so not fully onboard on what this meant, I did listen to a podcast on the book. Possibly Gone Medieval, though I think the author did do several guest slot appearances.
Sounded really good from that so looking forward to reading it . But am sticking myself with a large pile of books to read immediately.

also
An immense world : how animal senses reveal the hidden realms around us Ed Yong
book on the expanded world that animal senses percieve compared to human. Recently published which may be why I was seeing it turning up as a recommendation. looks good and the couple of podcasts I caught on it made it seem interesting. So again looking forwrd to reading it .
Got a bit more time right now i think but am picking up more books tahn I can read all of right now. Hope I get to them all. But if i pick up an infinite amount of books and only have a finite amount o ftime to read them all may need to prioritise better.
This i will hopefully get through over next few weeks.

picked up copies of a few of the Time Life published World Of Art series on individual artists too which look good. Got Durer, Breugel and Leonardo da Vinci
hoping there may still be a couple of these left where I got these from.

Also got
Angela Saini's new book The Patriarchs arrived yesterday so looking forward to reading that. Do like her writing.

& there's a new edition of Ugly Things out right now. Need to catch up with bits of the last 2 too.

I finish THEORY OF LITERATURE. Summary comments:

* The book is written in a manner that would be unimaginable now. On the whole this for me adds to its charm and interest. Older ways of writing, I find, can be stimulating and can raise the question: why can't we write like this?

* The book is impressively inclusive in the areas of literature, conceptually, that it discusses. It is also immensely learned, notably over multiple languages (something else less common now among Anglosphere authors).

* However, a possible weakness about the book is the way it turns out to be rather a compendium of ideas and pieces of knowledge, assorted together, rather than a developing 'theory'. It often seems as though W&W are basically saying: 'Literary genre? OK, here are all the things we currently know about literary genre'.

* The work belongs to the era of New Criticism and it partakes in the effort to purify the attention to literature, to abstract it from history, biography and so on. As a heuristic device I don't mind this. In W&W it is at least bracing to see someone working out eg: 'What is a literary period, if it isn't determined by the political events of said period?'

* The book was once well known and widely seen, but what was its influenced? Probably greater in the US than the UK. Terry Eagleton in THE EVENT OF LITERATURE (2012) calls it immensely influential but I have seen virtually no evidence of that. I'm not sure I have ever met anyone who has really read it.

I did a pretty 'crit-heavy' English degree and Masters in the early 2000s ('mature' student, doncha know) and W&W were a foundational part of the early critical theory module. They were presented as dated then, or perhaps they were historicised, and that particular kind of criticism parked, as it were, in its time and place.

I don't feel in any way engaged with this field, but I suppose the W&W names have become a kind of invisible metonymy for a notionally clean and objective criticism that concentrates solely on the text (if such a thing were possible). An available style or approach, stored away in some dusty attic of the working critic's mind.

I'm back at work and reading desultorily when I can: continuing with the Heaney interviews (he's in Berkeley about to move to Wicklow); dipping into Edumund White's *The Flaneur: A Stroll Through the Paradoxes of Paris*, which is diverting but parts of it - particularly the way he writes about race - put my teeth on edge; and David Macey's *The Lives of Michel Foucault*, which I dug out to add to the 'to read' pile but got caught up in the introduction. I once attended a talk about Foucalt by David Macey, and ended up in the pub with him afterwards. He smoked a *spectacular* amount and it's fair to say I have never in my life seen a man so ravaged by the effects of cigarette smoking.

I have Edmund White's My Lives beside me on a pile of books to be read.Looked at it recently and wasn't sure what had directed me to pick it up but could be it being by the same guy who wrote The Flaneur which I'd also meant to read./
I did attend a talk by a couple of local artists on the act of Flaneurism as tied in with their practise a couple of years ago that ma have directed me to it that and possibly psychogeography. Think I'd read a review of the White book too.

I seem to recall that one of the earliest chapters in Macey's biography is called 'Waiting for Godot', though (as I also seem to recall) it contains disappointingly little about the play or MF's experience of it.

Ovid - The Metamorphisis* (tr. Golding)
Home - The Odysssey (tr. Chapman)

Been delving into old translations of epics. I didn't finish Golding's Metamorphisis as I've lost the book in the pub, but up till then the going could be described as good. With these things you re-wire your brain to old forms of English, as if you are thrust into a double act of having to acquire fluency twice over. Of course it isn't possible to judge what has been lost, but I focus on what has been gained in certain passages where certain things are written about which have been done so many times before by different poets in the past and present. Nature, animals, the sea, loss, love (a son's for his father, a wife's for her husband), violence, killing, and so on.

*Homer, you know what I mean