Friday, December 16, 2011
The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2011, part 11: Wendy Walker
by Wendy Walker
Without my having planned it, my reading this year seems to have circled around the topic of political pressure and how people respond to it. I started out by reading quite a bit about and by Joseph Conrad. Zdzislaw Najder’s excellent biography Joseph Conrad, A Chronicle shows how the author’s Polish background, and the political dilemmas it involved him in, inflected his life from day one. From the moment his parents were sent into exile for their underground political activities, he accompanying them though only a small child, he was launched into a world of experience which he drew on for his tales, of tyranny, imperialist exploitation, anarchism and espionage. Edward Said’s Joseph Conrad and the Fiction of Autobiography delves deeply into narrative secrets and must be read by any lover of this author.
As to Conrad’s fiction, I was surprised by the power of his first and second (linked) novels. Almayer’s Folly and The Outcast of the Islands are not very widely read and have often been disparaged in comparison to the later work. Each deals with the perils of passion conceived across a cultural divide. The romantic subject matter and lush exotic setting are vehicles for a language utterly fitting, and new in English. One of the most fascinating results of Conrad’s colonial struggle is the impact of his native language upon his English prose style: Polish syntax underlies the structure of his so-distinctive sentences. Besides enriching his adopted literary tradition, Conrad’s writing went some way towards assuaging his deep sense of national loss and political estrangement.
I also read a number of books by and about brilliant American literary women. In Lyndall Gordon’s Lives Like Loaded Guns: Emily Dickinson and Her Family’s Feuds, Mabel Loomis Todd, Emily’s brother’s lover, is the beautiful vampire who steals the show. Mabel Todd was responsible for getting Dickinson’s poems published after her death, but her possessiveness of the poet’s legacy was later matched by Arthur Houghton, a ruthless collector of manuscripts, who destroyed the integrity of the original fascicles in a campaign so underhanded one wishes Harvard hadn’t been capable of it. This book is a real page-turner, about hatred in a family possessed of a literary treasure, and how personal passions for dominance infect the struggle over literary legacies, to the endangerment of the manuscripts themselves.
Margaret Anderson, a leading light of the literary vanguard in Paris in the 1920s and 30s, wrote a four-volume autobiographical memoir, of which I read the last volume, The Strange Necessity. It covers the period during which Anderson’s journal, The Little Review, was put on trial under the obscenity laws for publishing excerpts from Joyce’s ms.-in-progress, Ulysses. Anderson’s book contains memorable passages on poetry, music, and publishing, as contextualized by her relationships with her friends, among them Jane Heap and Janet Flanner.
Silence and Power: A Re-evaluation of Djuna Barnes, ed. Mary Lynn Broe, deals with one of my favorite writers, another member of Anderson’s circle. It contains a variety of illuminating essays about Barnes’s works, not least her famously difficult play The Antiphon. In an essay by Lynda Curry entitled “‘Tom, Take Mercy’: Djuna Barnes’ Drafts of The Antiphon,” the play is revealed to have been so radically reduced in length during the editing process by T. S. Eliot (!) as to render the plot incomprehensible in the published version. Curry goes over the excisions (which deal with rape and incest) and restores them, in the hope that the play as Barnes wrote it will be made available before long.
When a friend of mine died, I inherited part of his library, among which I found Friedrich Rech-Malleczewen’s Diary of a Man in Despair. This is an extraordinary document of WWII, recording the changes in a Bavarian village. The author, a member of the old aristocracy deeply opposed to the Nazis, closely observes Hitler’s changing behavior as the war wears on. Hitler is shown insecure and inept in social gatherings, a bully festering with resentments.
Susan Buck-Moss’s Hegel, Haiti and Universal History performs an invaluable service by daring to place so-called “fringe political developments,” in this case the Haitian Revolution, at the center of Western cultural history. She makes a persuasive case that Hegel’s concept of the master-slave dialectic was inspired by his daily reading of newspaper accounts of the slave insurrection in Saint Domingue, and the subsequent defeat of Napoleon’s army. She speculates on the importation of elements from Voodoo ceremony into the rituals of the Freemasons, and makes other startling, and convincingly visual, connections.
Also in the revisionist vein, Ed Kritcher’s Jewish Pirates of the Caribbean (a publisher’s title if there ever was one!), argues a surprising thesis, that the colonization of the New World was largely shaped and driven by the Jews expelled from Spain by Isabella in 1492. As “New Christians” (forced converts from Judaism), they secretly used the explorations to search for new places where the Jewish community could live safely. The book is fully documented with footnotes to sources in the Jamaican and Brazilian archives. I look forward to seeing further research on this topic, a curious chapter in the history of the Atlantic, and the new vision of the part played by the sailors who rejected servitude in the European navies in favor of a rough experiment in democracy, piracy.
Easily the best exhibition I saw this year was “Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was truly astonishing, and I can only compare it in its complexity and theatricality to two previous exhibitions at the Costume Institute, the Yves Saint Laurent show of 1983 and the Diaghilev Ballets Russes of 1978. I encourage anyone who is interested in these clothes to watch the runway videos here, rather than just looking at photos. They convey the spatial excitement and drama of the clothes. These are clothes for the imagination, rather than clothes to wear. The collections that will stay with me are those that express McQueen’s preoccupation with the Highland Clearances, a veiled genocide perpetrated by the English upon Scotland, the designer’s ancestral home. Two collections, “Highland Rape” (which introduced the “bumster” pant) and “The Widows of Culloden” show the power of fashion to mount a politico-sexual critique. But lovers of fantasy and science fiction may well be more entranced with the collections “The Girl Who Lived in a Tree,” “Plato’s Atlantis,” and “It’s Only a Game.” The Met’s installation was superb, in terms of pacing, lighting and music, and fittingly theatrical, as the clothing demands.
In film, I discovered a wonderful director, new to me, Rachid Bouchareb. The two films I saw, “Outside the Law” (Hors la Loi) and “Days of Glory” (Indigénes) deal, respectively, with the impact of the Algerian Revolution in France and the experience of Algerian soldiers fighting for France in World War II. If you choose to watch them (and you should!) select the subtitled, rather than the dubbed, version, as the soundtrack is in both French and Arabic, and the interplay between those languages is crucial to the meaning of the film.
Three more very special films: Andrea Arnold’s Fish Tank, about a 15-year old girl from the British underclass; The Beaches of Agnes Varda, the director’s memoir as seen through the filmic use of seaside world of her childhood, and Marwencol, a documentary about a man who recoups his health after a vicious bias attack by building a war-torn city inhabited by Barbie dolls.
Wendy Walker is the author of a modern masterpiece, The Secret Service, and the formally innovative Blue Fire, A Poetic Nonfiction, and several collections of short fiction, including Knots, which Aqueduct Press publishes in its Conversation Pieces series. Her most recent book is My Man & other Critical Fictions. She is currently at work on "Sexual Stealing," an inquiry into the origins of British Gothic fiction in 18th-century Jamaica and Haiti.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Aqueductista News
--Temporary Culture has announced the forthcoming publication of Wendy Walker's My Man & Other Critical Fictions, in October 2011.
--The Irish Times has an article by Danny O'Brien on Liz Henry's internet detective work, which revealed that two supposed lesbian bloggers (one of them, as everyone by now already knows, posing as a Syrian named Amina) as sock-puppets. According to O'Brien, neither of the hoaxsters knew the other was also a fraud, and actually flirted with each other online. O'Brien notes that Liz's knack for detecting internet frauds is, rather than being cynical, "to pay more attention to what these fictional constructs were saying, not less." In short, "If “Amina” had been listened to more carefully, as a human rather than just an exciting story; if her readers were listening to others in the region, and able to compare those experiences, the gaps in her story would have become more readily apparent far more quickly." (Link thanks to Josh Lukin)
--The Blue and White has published a speech Chan Davis made at Kansas State University on 28 April 2011. (This link is also thanks to Josh Lukin.) His speech discusses Malthusian issues:
I am not conceding that the authorities are sometimes wrong, I am insisting and reemphasizing that the authorities are sometimes wrong. This is not a reservation to my message; it is a part of my message. Where you think a specific detail in a forecast is doubtful, pick away at it and see what you can learn. The forecast consists of the details.
But please, please, do not use the uncertainties as an excuse for looking away from the future. This is the world we’re talking about, the real world. The denialists would have you pretend we can not wrestle with the world’s dilemma, but they do not have any other world than this. Do not kid yourselves.
The forecast is that the world will not produce enough food for seven billion people, and that the world population will be nine billion by 2050. So billions of people will live without food? I do not believe it. Or everyone will go on a very local diet? That will not work so well either. Seems the predictions do not jibe!
We hear these incompatible predictions every day, from the wise heads and politicians. How come most of them do not point out the incompatibility? Why are they shy about drawing conclusions from the contradiction? I sympathize with them. If politicians were frank about it, it would sound as if they thought that people need to be got rid of, and that is not going to be welcome to their constituents.
Some prophets of doom like Garrett Hardin do indeed say that shortages are inevitable. Garrett Hardin calls on the haves to harden their hearts (a pun on his name, maybe?) and refuse to share with the have-nots. He would let those who are without food go ever hungrier until they are no longer able to disturb us with their wails. I am asking you to face reality, but not to harden your hearts. I am more on the side of the Passover invocation, “Let all those who are hungry come and eat.” Maybe the doom-criers will class me with the soft-hearted. All right, let them. Soft-hearted? I can live with that.
But I refuse to close my eyes to our plight. You remember forty years ago a study of the world economy by Dennis Meadows and his team argued that the limits to growth would be reached in about forty years. The standard joke is that if you tell a politician to act because the end is coming in forty years, he will put you off and tell you to come back in thirty-nine years. I’m saying that in 2011– the time is up. We can not survive without food, and there is not enough food, there is not going to be enough food.
The population will decrease.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2009, Pt. 14: Wendy Walker

What I Read in 2009
by Wendy Walker
During 2009 I read in a rather scattershot manner, between editing jobs for Proteotypes (new website just launched, take a look!: www.proteotypes.org) but discovered some great things:
Fiction:
Stacey Levine’s The Girl With Brown Fur (this book is being held up by MacAdam
Cage, the publisher, for reasons unknown, but is available in a bootleg edition).Robert Walser’s The Assistant, translated by the wonderful Susan Bernofsky, New Directions.
Jimmy Crater (a pseudonym), Mars Needs Lunch, Spineless Books.
Per Olov Enquist, Downfall, Quartet Books.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment, dazzlingly translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volkhonsky, Vintage.
Douglas G. Martin, Branwell, Soft Skull Press.
Nancy Mitford, The Blessing, Carroll and Graf.
Art and Art History:
Juan Antonio Ramirez, The Bee-Hive Metaphor from Gaudi to Le Corbusier, Reaktion Books.
James Walsh, Foundations, Left Hand Books.
Balthus and Vircondelet, Vanished Splendors, Ecco Press.
Biography and Letters:

Lyndall Gordon, Charlotte Bronte, A Passionate Life, Norton.
Edmund White, Genet, Vintage.
Michael Swanwick, Hope-In-the-Mist, Temporary Culture.
History and Politics:

Carolyn Fick, The Making of Haiti: The Saint-Domingue Revolution from Below, University of Tennessee Press.
E. Benjamin Skinner, A Crime So Monstrous: Face to Face with Modern-Day Slavery, Free Press.
Film:

My major discovery this year was the director Marco Bellocchio, and everything I recommend everything he has done. Fists In the Pocket, The Wedding Director, The Prince of Homburg and Good Morning, Night display an astonishing range. Films to see and immediately view again.
Other film favorites: Wall-E, and a selection of samurai movies by less well-known contemporaries of Kurosawa-- Sword of the Beast, Sword of Doom, Samurai Rebellion.
Exhibitions:
“The Art of the Samurai” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
“The Coney Island Psychoanalytical Society” at the Coney Island Museum.
Wendy Walker is the author of a poetic nonfiction, Blue Fire (Proteotypes), and four volumes of fiction: The Secret Service, The Sea-Rabbit, or The Artist of Life, Stories Out of Omarie (Sun and Moon Press), and Knots (Aqueduct Press). She is a core collaborator at Proteus Gowanus, an interdisciplinary gallery/reading room in Brooklyn, and the editor of its publishing arm, Proteotypes.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listenin in 2008, Part Four: Jeffrey Ford and Wendy Walker

Jeffrey Ford:
A pox on ’08. I had a bummer of a year, personally, although it was not devoid of reading, viewing and listening pleasure. Some of the items listed below were islands of solace amid an ocean of relentless bullshit. Oh well, onward to 09, which, sans the Bush administration, is already shaping up to be a winner. Hope you all have a great holiday season and a choice New Year.

I never thought I’d find another duet album that could rival the one I’ve worn out three CD’s of in the last ten years – Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald, but this one, A Musical Romance (from Sony ), Billie Holiday and Lester Young, gets about as close as possible. Every song a winner. My favorites are “This Year’s Kisses, “ “Back In Your Own Backyard,” and “Mean To Me.”
Secret Knowledge is a fascinating study by the artist, David Hockney, about the use of optics and optical devices and their influence on the history of painting. Very well written. Lavishly illustrated in both black and white and full color.Here’s a fiction discovery for me this year – the work of Italian writer, Anna Maria Ortese (1914-1998). Most well-known for her novel The Iguana, she was also the author of many other novels and short stories. I sent for her
two volume collection of stories, A Music Behind the Wall, from McPherson & Company, translated by Henry Martin. Her work could best be described as “fabulist,” “magical realist” perhaps, but she has her own unique style and voice. I’m looking forward to getting a hold of a copy of The Iguana in the coming year.Gaetan Soucy was another discovery for me this year – a fiction writer from Canada. I read The Little Girl Who Was Too Fond of Matches and Vaudeville. Both of these books were very original in plot, style and voice and quite unique from each
I didn’t get to the movies much this year, and when I did it was usually with my son, Jack, and we saw whatever shoot em up, super hero deal was going down. All of which we thoroughly enjoyed for what it was – eye candy and a chance to crack together, but for a real movie, I was enthralled by Stray Dog (1949) directed by Akira Kurosawa. Here’s the plot lifted from wikipedia: Rookie homicide detective
Murakami (Toshirō Mifune) frantically seeks his stolen Colt pistol which, to his shame, has been pickpocketed on a bus. A manhunt begins when the stolen gun is used in a murder. The older and wiser detective, Sato (Takashi Shimura), takes Murakami under his wing. The evolving relationship between the two men gives the film depth. The action throughout takes place during a heatwave in a bombed-out post-war Tokyo. Quote: "A stray dog sees only what it chases." --Detective SatoThere are these long scenes of Murakami traipsing through post-war Tokyo, trying to track down his lost gun, beautifully filmed in black and white, that are worth the price of admission.
Best museum exhibit I saw all year was the Kim Deitch retrospective at the Museum of Comics and Cartoon Art in New York City. They had the goods, from Deitch’s early “underground” days at The East Village Other to his most recent graphic novel, Alias The Cat. Deitch and his brothers, Simon and Seth, had a new book out in '08 from Fantagraphics – Pictorama.Jeff is the author of The Shadow Year, The Physiognomy, and other fine novels and stories. He has won numerous awards, including the Nebula and the World Fantasy Award. He blogs at 14th Eldritch.
Wendy Walker:Because of the election, and my new job as editor at Proteotypes, I’ve done less reading “for pleasure” this year than usual. The books I’ve been preparing for publication constitute a special subcategory of my favorite books of 2008, since I’ve read and re-read them so many times! Here are the titles:
The Social Vision of Alfred T. White (essays by various authors)
The Museum of Matches by Sasha Chavchavadze
13 Writhing Machines by Tom La Farge
Titles Without Paintings by Ernst Benkert
All will be available this spring. If you want to read more about them go here and look under Proteotypes.
As for the rest, the best novel I read this year was Karel Capek’s War With the Newts, a masterpiece of dystopian satire that pivots on our underestimation of animals. Guy Endore’s Babouk, about the Santo Domingo revolution, is the runner-up. Other novels I recommend: Allen Kurzweil’s A Case of Curiosities and Martin Nakell’s Settlement. The latter is a very striking depiction of the academic milieu as a Siberian camp for dissidents.
In non-fiction, Margaret Murray’s The God of the Witches put me back in touch with ideas that I was once completely obsessed by. Her thesis, long dismissed by historians, was revived not long back by Carlo Ginzburg in his Ecstasies: Deciphering the Witches’ Sabbath, and is now widely accepted as generally valid. I found Murray’s discussion of Joan of Arc particularly fascinating, and read further in work by Marina Warner on that subject.
Interesting for its subject and format, although not for its writing, is The Lives They Left Behind: Suitcases from a State Hospital Attic by Darby Penney and Peter Stastny. Non-fiction Gothic, a much-needed genre category.
Films:
Documentaries:
Plagues and Pleasures on the Salton Sea
Born Into Brothels
The Corporation
Los Ultimos Zapatistas
Drama:
Jonathan Demme’s The Manchurian Candidate
Iwo Jima
Amistad
Kitchen Stories
Central Station
Zaman, the Man from the Reeds
Berlin Alexanderplatz
Bolivia

The Aviator
Wendy is the author of The Secret Service and numerous short fiction and essays. She was nominated for the National Book Award in 1995. Aqueduct published her collection KNOTS in 2006.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Mary Wollstonecraft: A Conversation with Wendy Walker

When Aqueduct author Wendy Walker (KNOTS) told me she'd been reading Lyndall Gordon's Vindication: A Life of Mary Wollstonecraft and some of Wollstonecraft's work as well, I asked her if she'd be willing to undertake an email conversation with me about her reading. She said she would. And so questions and answers flew between us for about the next week.
Timmi: Wendy, Mary Wollstonecraft is known both as a writer and a passionate, early feminist. Her Vindication of the Rights of Women was important to the first-wave feminists who took up the cause of feminism decades after her death. She was also an educator and traveler and a woman whose fierce independence made her scandalous.
A lot of different stories could (and have been) told about Mary Wollstonecraft. What story or stories does Lyndall Gordon tell in her new biography of her?
Wendy: There are many revelations in Lyndall Gordon's Vindication: A Life of Mary Wollstonecraft. Perhaps the most momentous one consists of the reasons for Wollstonecraft's trip to Sweden, an unlikely tourist spot in the 1790's, especially for a woman travelling alone with a small child. The child was Fanny Imlay, Wollstonecraft's daughter by Gilbert Imlay, a shadowy figure who protected Mary during her residence in Paris at the height of the Terror. Imlay was an American, and had international business dealings. One of them involved buying up the silver that had been looted from the houses of aristocrats who had gone to the guillotine, and shipping it out of the country to sell so that the Revolutionary government could buy arms. Mary went to Sweden on the trail of the "silver ship" as Imlay's business representative. How much she knew about the scope of the deal is unclear, but it seems likely she did not know how dirty it was. Her motives in acting as Imlay's agent make absorbing reading. She despised commerce, and was madly in love. He was usually absent, always going to arrive, and evasive with explanations. Gordon makes a persuasive case that his evasiveness may have been part of the mode of conduct required from one of the first of the young United States intelligence operatives. Gordon's scholarship rests on letters by Mary in the Swedish national archive that have been unknown and unread till now. The book Mary wrote about her trip, A Short Residence in Sweden, Norway and Denmark, does not discuss her secret mission, but it is written in a fictionalized form of letters to her lover.
Timmi: I can just imagine how excited Gordon must have been to unearth those letters in the first place and then discover what she had found. (I certainly wouldn't be surprised to see novels and even films come out of this new part of her story.) Emma Goldman, who was a great admirer of Mary and obviously didn't have as much information as Gordon now does, wrote this about Mary's relationship with Imlay:
While in Paris, Mary met in the house of Thomas Paine where she had been welcomed as a friend, the vivacious, handsome, and elemental American, Imlay. If not for Mary's love for him the World might never have known of this Gentleman. Not that he was ordinary, Mary could not have loved him with that mad passion which nearly wrecked her life. He had distinguished himself in the American War and had written a thing or two, but on the whole he would never have set the World on fire. But he set Mary on fire and held her in a trance for a considerable time.
The very force of her infatuation for him excluded harmony, but is it a matter of blame as far as Imlay was concerned? He gave her all he could, but her insatiable hunger for love could never been content with little, hence the tragedy. Then too, he was a roamer, an adventurer, an explorer into the territory of female hearts. He was possessed by the Wanderlust, could not yet rest at peace long anywhere. Mary needed peace, she also needed what she had never had in her family, the quiet and warmth of a home. But more than anything else she needed love, unreserved, passionate love. Imlay could give her nothing and the struggle began shortly after the mad dream had passed. Imlay was much away from Mary at first under the pretext of business. He would not be an American to neglect his love for business. His travels brought him, as the Germans say, to other cities and other loves....
Reading the above passage, I can only think how astonished Goldman would have been to have this new angle.There are a couple of things I'd like to ask you about, but first, the biographical. I'd been vaguely aware that Mary was among the few English intellectuals who supported the idea of the French Revolution, but I'd had no idea that she actually
supported it in the material sense that you mention here-- acting as Imlay's agent. Though I agree that it does seem unlikely that she knew how dirty a business it was, I'm wondering if she knew Imlay was working toward the Revolutionary government's purchase of arms. I think I'd always assumed that most English and Continental intellectuals moved by the French revolution were eventually disillusioned in the actual outcome if not by the time the Directory was established, then shortly thereafter, when Napoleon began crushing dissidents both right and left (rather in the way that many Western supporters of the Soviet Revolution became disillusioned when the horrors of Stalin's repression came out). Did Mary become disillusioned with the Revolution before her death in 1797? (My guess is that if she wasn't disillusioned by living in Paris during the Terror, that the answer is no, but I've got nothing to base my guess on.)
Wendy: It was actually not Lyndall Gordon who discovered the heretofore unread Wollstonecraft correspondence regarding her mission to Sweden. That was done by a Norwegian historian named Gunnar Molden, who has published on the subject. Lyndall Gordon was using and interpreting his research....
Emma Goldman's view of the the love affair is pretty romantic, but not entirely wrong, just oversimplified, and of course dated by seeming to accept a double standard for sexual need and fidelity. Mary did get something out of their relationship which Goldman doesn't mention, that is, that Imlay probably saved her life by convincing the American ambassador in Paris to accept Mary as his wife, and issuing her a certificate that made her an American citizen. In a city where the English as "enemy aliens" were being rounded up and imprisoned, she was quite unsafe without his protection. Even Paine, who was a naturalized citizen of France and resident many years in America, did not escape imprisonment, and only just missed being guillotined because the mark that indicated he should be taken away by the guards was put on the wrong side of his cell door. It seems that Mary and Imlay entered into some sort of contract, though its legality later proved dubious. At any rate, during the height of the Terror, Mary was probably the only English person who was able to go everywhere. This in itself suggests that Imlay had secret dealings with the French government.... and he did. Even before the silver ship, he was engaged, at the behest of both Washington and Paris to wrest Louisiana away from Spain, whose possession it then was. This was to be done was through very underhanded land speculation, settling Americans on Spanish soil and then effecting a coup with French troops. The plan eventually fell apart, but Mary knew nothing of it. It was typical of their relationship, although later she did learn more, when she consented to act as his agent. Why did she do it? She had gone to France to write about the Revolution for her publisher Joseph Johnson (the publisher of Blake, Paine and Godwin). She went to see for herself what the new republic, which had passed many laws favorable to women, was like. But after the Terror began, she lost faith in the ideal revolution she had hoped for. She repeatedly writes of her horror and disappointment, so it seems out of character for her to support a deal which would promote the government she condemned. Nevertheless, she saw the silver with the Bourbon crests in a secret warehouse and knew the cargo of the silver ship for what it was. (I was wrong about trading for arms-- it was actually grain, gunpowder and alum --used to light gunpowder--for the French troops. Not a big difference, perhaps, but.....)
Imlay was a buccaneer capitalist, with many shady deals behind him of which Mary knew nothing, but he wasn't that different from many other "respectable" Americans (then and now) who were sympathetic to Republican government on both sides of the Atlantic, but didn't mind making a great deal of money with their sympathies. Mary was not at home with the war profiteering side of Imlay's business, but he had made their life together-- the future plan-- dependent upon the success of this business venture. He needed more luxury than she did, which she found a bit odd in the frontiersman he pretended to be. He had spent a great deal of time exploring America's lesser known regions, but he was the son of a rich New Jersey family who were dedicated merchants and owned plantations and slaves. Mary would have been very surprised-- not to say appalled-- had she been told about the slaves.
So it seems that she went to Sweden as Imlay's agent in the hope that that would secure their future together, even though she loathed the transactions she engaged in. Imlay for his part took up with an actress while she was away, and when she found out, she was distraught. One can't help feeling he used her and had no intention of keeping his promise. He never did provide child support for his daughter Fanny although he promised to do so repeatedly.
Timmi: Imlay must have been quite a piece of work. Certainly Goldman's romanticization of him is, in retrospect, deeply, deeply ironic.
The other aspect of Mary's affair with him that particularly struck me was the contradiction it represented, one that evoked opposite reactions in first- and second-wave feminists respectively. William Godwin's memoirs of Mary, written
and published shortly after her death, publicized her affair with Imlay, the child she had by him, and her subsequent suicide attempts. As Miriam Brody writes, "In fighting for limited reforms, the vote, admission to university, reform of marriage laws, [nineteenth-century] feminists abandoned Wollstonecraft so as not to bring down upon their own heads the opprobrium of being thought sexually wanton." But "there are two Mary Wollstonecrafts," Brody writes. "One who loved and one who was contemptuous of love. The first is the woman Virginia Woolf called a 'dolphin,' a creature who 'rushed Gilbert Imlay through the waters until he was dizzy and only wanted to escape,' the same woman who would attempt suicide to end the despair of her unrequited love for him. The second is the woman who wrote the feminist argument of the Vindication, recommending passionless friendship between husband and wife, hoping that the fires of sexual love will cool by the time the marriage is well established so the couple can get on with the rest of their life."
Mary wrote the Vindication before she fell in love with Imlay, of course. But it seems to me that her awareness of what passion can do to one's life might not be a contradiction at all-- that she might have believed in theory that one must try to suppress one's "appetites" (as she calls sexual desire) precisely because she saw the havoc it often wreaked in the world around her. (And so, we might characterize her Vindication as a sort of Do as I say, not as I do!) Many second-wave feminists, though, have blamed her for having founded a "puritanical" strain of feminism, one that eventually expressed itself as aiming for safety rather than liberation (which as you might recall, became a major issue in the late 1970s in the Women's Liberation Movement in the US). Does Gordon's biography address this issue?
Wendy: Gordon doesn't distinguish between first- and second-wave feminists in her discussion of the puzzling example Mary left for women who came after her, but she does make some original and fascinating points. Early in the book, introducing her topic, she suggests that Mary's greatest advance was in the conceptualization, which she at least partially realized in her relationship with Godwin, of a new kind of partnership between a man and a woman, one that contained romance, sexual love, a shared intellectual pursuit, independence and dependence, and fidelity. Imlay was a trial run that failed. It seems that she was in love as much with what he represented-- the experiment of a new nation, one that had shaken off Old World tyranny in favor of something better-- as she was with the charming, disingenuous man he actually was. Mary was always adamantly opposed to a woman's entering a relationship injudiciously (she had seen where that would lead with both her mother and her sister, both of whom entered upon disastrously abusive marriages at a time when there was no legal escape) so it seems unlikely that she threw herself at Imlay in the way that the story has been told. Gordon goes into detail about the way in which Godwin was largely responsible for the character of Mary that has come down to us, a character which has alienated so many. Godwin felt, as did Mary, that the truth must be told-- but he chose his informants about his wife's earlier life rather oddly. He refused to talk to her three sisters, and relied strongly upon the "memories" of Henry Fuseli, a painter for whom Mary had great regard. Fuseli made out to Godwin that Mary was obsessed with him, and had in fact wished to move into his house in menage a trois with him and his wife. Mary did propose living with the Fuselis, but she had lived in the house of her publisher Joseph Johnson (who had taken her in when she left her position as governess, in order to support her writing) and no one suggested there was anything sexual there. Fuseli was a charismatic, ambiguous character who wrote erotic letters to both men and women. (He painted one great picture, "The Nightmare," of a woman asleep with a demon crouching upon her chest.) He produced a great deal of pornography, and did not believe that women could contribute anything of lasting value to intellectual discourse. There is every reason to doubt his version of Mary-- but after she died, everyone wanted a place in her biography, and Fuseli carved out a such a place for himself, as an object of Mary's immoderate affections. It seems that the myth of Mary as a sexual wanton started there. She was a virgin at thirty-four when she embarked on her relationship with Imlay-- how sexually wanton is that?
As for the conflict among feminists about the contradiction between what Mary prescribed in the Vindication, and the life she subsequently lived, it seems to me to make little sense to try to separate her thinking from the historical moment and her own personal experience. In the late eighteenth century women lost not only their property and the right to their future children when they married, but the right of habeas corpus. There was no legal appeal against physical abuse, forced confinement or sequestering. The closest thing to a law that protected a married woman was a law about the size of the stick a man was allowed to beat his wife with-- no thicker than his thumb. (But the larger the man, the thicker the thumb.... no?) One of Mary's key experiences in regard to marriage as then constituted happened when her sister Bess fell into an extreme case of postpartum depression after giving birth to her first child. She begged Mary to help her escape her husband, and when Mary saw her
descending into madness, she and her other sister organized what can only be described as a kidnapping with consent. Helping her sister get away, even though they left the baby behind, was a criminal act. In such a context what do the words "puritanical" and "liberated" with respect to marriage mean?
Timmi: The tendency for women to be characterized after their deaths in misleading (and often clumsily simplistic) ways seems to be something women writers have been particularly susceptible to (when, that is, they are remembered at all!). It does seem
that how the work left behind by women writers is read posthumously is often determined by the filters that are put in place more or less soon after their deaths. Not necessarily maliciously, but always-- inevitably, even-- with respect to various gendered issues. The idea that Godwin would not talk to her sisters is a little shocking-- though I suppose it accorded with how little importance educated men placed on the perceptions and memories of women (presumably not themselves writers or intellectuals). (And Mary, being a weaver's daughter, educated herself: which makes me suspect her sisters had little if any education.) And so another irony occurs to me-- our whole conversation seems to be drenched in ironies-- namely, that a predominantly male-shaped image of Mary is the one that most feminists know.

Of course I agree with you absolutely that it is a mistake to separate Mary's (or anyone's) ideas from their historical moment. And what a moment! I suspect it's difficult for us in the early 21st century to make intuitive sense of the full force of Enlightenment ideas playing out so violently in the last quarter of the eighteenth century-- what it meant, for instance, that the French Revolution adopted the language of Virtue-- a Virtue fiercely dissociated from religion-- and a kind of Rousseauian logic that permeated its public discourse. Could you talk a bit about how Mary came to write the Vindication? I seem to recall back when I read it (a quite a long time ago, I'm afraid) that it struck me, even as it angrily confronted the situation of women, as gesturing powerfully toward an almost utopian impulse: the sense that the world doesn't have to work like this, that all that is wrong needn't be that way and that therefore we must fight for it until our last breath.
Wendy: A Vindication of the Rights of Woman is a sequel to Mary’s first full-scale political publication, A Vindication of the Rights of Men Before that she had written other books, but they were easier to classify under traditional women’s preserves of education and fiction, and she had signed them in the customary modest way (“by a lady”), as Jane Austen did her works some years later. A Vindication of the Rights of Men was Mary’s first venture into what was then the exclusively male preserve of political philosophy; she signed it with her own name. It seems to me that the immediately compelling circumstances of both works were the onset of the French Revolution and, more personally, the unwavering, multifaceted support and friendship of Joseph Johnson, Mary’s publisher. I have been reading A Vindication of the Rights of Men for the first time. It is now much less read than the more famous feminist sequel, but is astonishingly relevant to our time, a denunciation of the political “spin.” It was written as a response to Reflections on the Revolution in France by Edmund Burke, Britain’s most eloquent parliamentarian, who came down squarely on the side of the ruling classes, and against “mob rule” when the evolution broke. Mary’s critique of Burke’s “flowers of rhetoric” could be applied to many disingenuous and inflammatory contemporary voices. She berates him for saving all his tears for “the downfall of queens,” to which Paine famously added that “in mourning the plumage he forgot the bird.” Lyndall Gordon does not speculate as to why Mary followed up the first Vindication with the second, more explicitly feminist document, but two events are suggestive. In 1791 the French published a new constitution, which ended aristocratic rule but failed to give women equal political standing. In the same year, France’s great feminist Olympe de Gouges published her Declaration of the Rights of Woman. Mary could have been taking her cue from either of these events, or she could have decided to balance her Rights of Men with a Rights of Woman for conceptual and aesthetic symmetry.
Incidentally, Mary’s father was not a weaver, that was her grandfather, but even so the term is misleading. Her grandfather was sufficiently wealthy from his weaving business at the time of his death to allow his son, Mary’s father, to set himself up as a gentleman. This climb up the social ladder did not work out. He tried his hand as a gentleman farmer, but drinking to excess does not foster successful farming, and the venture failed. They moved from one place to another, none working out, until he was borrowing his children’s money and removing the girls’ chances of marrying by doing so. Nevertheless, Mary and her sisters were fairly well educated by the standards of the time. When Mary went out to work, as a companion, governess, and teacher, it began a long cycle of her supporting her sisters, and she saw to their education above all. She really moved into a maternal position with respect to her sisters, and this led to complicated feelings relating to their dependency and Mary’s success. Godwin may not have wanted to communicate with them because he feared their financial impositions and other resentments…..still, his behavior is a little odd, given the book he was trying to write.
Certainly it is hard to imagine oneself back into the eighteenth century mindset of a person first experiencing the ideas of the Enlightenment, but I somehow think it is less hard to imagine now than it was eight years ago. We have entered another such watershed moment…. Although Mary’s vision was utopian by the standards of the day, it has proved to be workable, at least in part. I always feel uneasy about using the word utopian, as it literally translates as both “good place” and “nowhere,” a deliberate irony, no doubt, on Sir Thomas More’s part.
Timmi: Could you talk a bit about Mary's fiction? I know you've been reading at least some of it. How would you characterize it in terms of the fiction of her day, and is any of it still readable today, when fiction is built upon such different conventions?
Wendy: I do think Mary's fiction is still readable.... very readable. I don't find the difference in conventions an obstacle at all, in fact, I find it refreshing. Conventions, no matter from what period, grow tiresome very quickly. A really fine writer, in my opinion, works to alter conventions by manipulating them-- shifting the weight that the reader expects. Part of the reason I read so much fiction from other countries and other times is that I find the current American mainstream literary conventions in most genres pretty stale.
That being said, fiction was not Mary’s strongest suit. The Wrongs of Woman, or, Maria, her last book, unfinished at her death, has both narrative suspense and tragic eloquence for the first sixty pages, which show what the book might have been had she finished it. The rest is a draft, and, I think it’s safe to say, would have been much revised if she had survived childbirth. What I find most interesting in this book is the way it embodies what we now call the horror genre. If one began a novel today with a protagonist speaking from the private madhouse cell where she has been taken by force under her husband’s orders, deprived of her newborn child, and sequestered forever, we would scarcely imagine we were reading in the genre of realism. It sounds a bit more like Stephen King. To my ear this book falls squarely into the nascent genre of Gothic. It’s no coincidence that the text of The Wrongs of Woman resonates with images that spring from the abolition movement, with which Mary strongly sympathized, and with which early feminism had strong ties. None of the resonances are programmatic or heavy-handed, but seem to grow very naturally out of the story she has to tell. Her other novel, Mary, is a veiled and sometimes wishful autobiography, and therefore, to me, less interesting as fiction, but still great to read because the writer is such a fine stylist. By that I mean, her use of the English language is so unobtrusively elegant, so taut and musical, that the sentences are a joy to read. Her mastery of English as a medium for creating meaning is finally what I go to Mary for, and the issue of the genre is secondary. This is my attitude about writing in general. One loves to hear stories, and one associates stories with fiction, but the ever-present story lies in the way a sentence unwinds. Mary’s great strength lies in the fact that her ideas are simply not separable from the language that expresses them. What one misses in most discussions of her is a consideration of the total infusion of her thought with a simultaneous apprehension of beauty and justice (to use Elaine Scarry’s phrase). A moral aesthetics.
Timmi: Could you quote a passage, please, that exemplifies this infusion of her thought with a simultaneous apprehension of beauty and justice?
Wendy: Here is one. It comes from A Vindication of the Rights of Men: A Letter to the Right Honourable Edmund Burke.
I glow with indignation when I attempt, methodically, to unravel your slavish paradoxes, in which I can find no fixed principle to refute; I shall not, therefore, condescend to shew where you affirm in one page what you deny in another; and how frequently you draw conclusions without any previous premises-- it would be something like cowardice to fight with a man who had never exercised the weapons with which his opponent chose to combat, and irksome to refute sentence after sentence in which the latent spirit of tyranny appeared. I perceive, from the whole tenor of your Reflections, that you have a mortal antipathy to reason; but, if there is any thing like argument, or first principles, in your wild declamation, behold the result:-- that we are to reverence the rust of antiquity, and term the unnatural customs, which ignorance and mistaken self-interest have consolidated, the sage fruit of experience: nay, that, if we do discover some errors, our FEELINGS should lead us to excuse, with blind love, or unprincipled filial affection, the venerable vestiges of ancient days. These are gothic notions of beauty-- the ivy is beautiful, but, when it insidiously destroys the trunk from which it receives support, who would not grub it up?
Timmi: This is really magnificent prose. It's bold and direct-- hardly the style used by women of the day-- and goes straight to the heart of arguments supporting the insupportable status quo: that they're based on "ignorance and mistaken self-interest" (you're right that her rhetoric here could well be applied to many "disingenuous and inflammatory contemporary voices"!), a reverence for "the rust of antiquity," and sentimentality. I'm really impressed that she did sign her name to this work.
To return to Gordon's biography: what did you find most interesting and insightful in it?
Wendy: Oddly enough, I think that the things I found most interesting in the book were somewhat peripheral to the story of Mary’s life. One was the story of Fuseli’s betrayal of Mary after her death, and his motives for it. Gordon speculates, on the basis of Mary’s amused silence in reaction to insinuations Fuseli made during her lifetime, that Mary knew the relationship between Fuseli and Johnson to be something more than collegiality. Since "sodomy" was at that time a capital offense, Mary would have said nothing, rather than endanger Johnson, or even Fuseli. Gordon’s speculation sheds some light, to my mind, on what could have driven Johnson to publish so many works defending the rights of slaves, Jews, prisoners, Dissenters and women. If he himself were an outsider, it makes his activism more comprehensible.
The other discussion that will stay with me from this book is that of the effect Mary had on the younger women whose lives she touched. Of these, the stories of her pupil Margaret King, later Lady Mount Cashell, is perhaps the most dramatic. Margaret King was a teenager when Mary went to her parents’ estate in Ireland to work as a governess. Margaret married young, to a wealthy neighbor, who gave her nine children in nine years. During this time she declared herself a United Irishwoman and a republican. When she and her family visited Italy, Margaret fell in love with another man. Defying the social code, she left her husband, even though this meant giving up her children. She continued to live with her lover, who went along with her decision to study medicine, even though this required her to disguise herself as a man for the years she pursued her degree. After she completed her studies, they moved to another part of Italy and she set up a medical practice, and later wrote and published the period’s authoritative text on the treatment of childhood diseases.
Timmi: Oh yes, I recently read about Lady Mountcashell-- Mary Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft's daughter, wrote a story for her daughters (by her lover), titled Maurice, that was only recently discovered.
One last question, to bring our discussion to a close. Do you think Mary Wollstonecraft's work, thought, and life are interesting now chiefly as historical artifacts and an important piece of feminist history, or do you think they still have
meaningful things to say to women today?
Wendy: I definitely think Mary's life and work still have meaning. One of the things I've learned from this book is how crucial it is that such lives be revisited and reinterpreted by each generation. The Mary Wollstonecraft Lyndall Gordon has elicited in her research and thinking is a completely different person from the woman we all thought we knew. Part of the scholar's work is to eliminate, or at least expose, those filters you spoke of, that are put in place after a person's death, to reveal a more balanced image. And each generation is able to see things that the generation before was blind to.... So biography is a work that is never done, and I think it is really for ourselves that we engage in it, not out of some kind of piety towards the dead and the great, although those emotions can figure too.
I have found through my own historical research (on Constance Kent) that you just can't accept what people have written before you without extremely close examination. Part of the problem is that history and fiction are so easy to confuse, because both involve telling stories. In fiction the criterion of truth has to do with aesthetic meaning-- arrangement and rhythmic placement of elements. In history the criterion of truth is what Willard Van Orme Quine, the philosopher, called "a good fit." The scholar's job, and the reader's too, is to discover where the evidence and the narrative don't fit well to each other. Where that is true, a new biography is needed.
Timmi: Thanks so much, Wendy, for your thoughtful discussion. I've enjoyed our conversation immensely.
Wendy: Thanks for the great questions, Timmi. It was a real pleasure doing this!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Readings at WisCon 32
WisCon offers a wide variety of programming across eighteen (gasp!) tracks. Although there are two single-author readers by the year's Guests of Honor, all the rest of the readings are group presentations by four or five authors (or, in the case of the unique Broad Universe Rapid-Fire Reading, by numerous authors offering brief tantalizing bursts of their work). Most of these readings take place in a conference room equipped with several armchairs rather than straight chairs and a table with microphones facing the audience, which gives the room a slightly more comfortable and informal feel. This year, though, a few of the readings were held in other venues-- viz., Madison coffee shops. I wish I'd been able to get out to those, 'cause I love cafe readings. (Maybe next year?) I typically attend several readings in the course of the con, but this year I was able to attend only one, the second of the two groups of Aqueduct authors reading.
Kath and Tom attended the first one (which was held at the same time as one of my panels), though, and got some photos of Aqueduct's authors.
Here is Carolyn Ives Gilman, reading from Aliens of the Heart.
Nisi Shawl read from Filter House.
Anne Sheldon read from Adventures of the Faithful Counselor.
Wendy Walker also read.
And Sue Lange read, too.
I was able to attend the second group of Aqueduct authors reading, though. Eleanor Arnason has a few things to say about it in her posts on WisCon, which you can find on her blog. As she notes, she read a very short piece-- and she also announced that she was working on a rewrite of her sequel to A Woman of the Iron People, "Hearth World," for Aqueduct, which evoked a great, roaring cheer from the audience.
Vandana Singh read the opening of her novella, Of Love and Other Monsters (which resulted in Aqueduct's selling out all the copies of it that we brought to the con by late Sunday afternoon). I know that text well; it was a pleasure hearing the author's own voice speaking it.
Nancy Jane Moore read the dramatic conclusion, rather than the opening, of one of her stories in her new collection from PS Publishing, Conscientious Inconsistencies.
Eileen Gunn read a tantalizing fragment of a story set on Christmas Day, involving elves, that was bizarre, frightening, and heartbreaking and literally had me sitting forward on the edge of my seat, waiting to see what would happen next. And later, after everyone had finished reading, she read her short, stunning poem "To the Moon Alice," which can be found in LCRW #22.
And finally, Andrea Hairston, who is hands-down the best reader I've ever had the pleasure to hear read, offered us the vivid, harrowing first chapter of her new, as yet unpublished novel, which opens in the late-19th-century American South.
I could fairly feel the audience around me shivering (and not just from the room's freezing air, which necessitated Andrea's wearing the jacket that an audience member kindly loaned her).
I loved the reading, I loved the thought that these authors and their fine work are what Aqueduct is all about. What a joy to be in such company!
The format and setting of WisCon's GoH readings are quite different from that of the group readings, for they feature a single author in a 75-minute time slot. I wanted to attend Maureen's, but alas, it was not to be. I can, though, tell you about my own. First, I should probably mention that it was held in one of the larger rooms, where a long table with microphones is placed on a dais in front of many rows of chairs with an aisle between them. This is not a good setup for a reading. For one thing, I prefer to stand when I read. For another, I had no wish to be elevated and distant from the audience. My solution was to detach a microphone from one of its holders and stand on the floor, holding the mike in one hand an the book I was reading from in the other. This was a bit awkward, but it worked as long as I was holding a conversations pieces volume in my hand. (See the photo, which Kath took.) It couldn't work, though, for one of the books of the Marq'ssan Cycle (even the smallest of which are too heavy to hold open in one hand). So then I tried just projecting my voice, without a mike, and found that it worked.
I began by reading "Dear Alice Sheldon" from Talking Back: Epistolary Fantasies. (I have Lena de Tar to thank for having suggested that I read both nonfiction and fiction.) I then read a couple of nonspoilery scenes from Stretto, the last book of the Marq'ssan Cycle. I had prepared other things to read, but I thought, given the excellent composition of the audience attending, that a Q&A might be better. In fact, the Q&A turned into a lively, interesting conversation to which numerous audience members contributed. I'm still thinking about some of it.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2007, Pt.4: Lesley Hall, Kristin Livdahl, and Wendy Walker

To continue with the lists...
Lesley Hall:
In any year when I re-read Middlemarch for the long-lost-count-ofth time, it is going to be The Best Book I Read This Year. Unless, of course, I've also re-read Rebecca West's Black Lamb and Grey Falcon (certainly due for a re-read), in which case it would be a tough call to make. My major fiction discovery this year has probably been E. H. Young, who wrote quietly but definitely subversive 'domestic fiction' during the 1920s to 40s, much of which has been reprinted of recent years by Virago and by Persephone Books.Young's books are particularly engaging when they focus on the lives of relatively middle-aged women and the stories they continue to have, as in Miss Mole and Chatterton Square. The works of neglected early modernist writer May Sinclair are also becoming much more available - this is surely something that could not have happened without the internet, first to demonstrate the ongoing interest in this fascinating writer, and then to facilitate Print-On-Demand production and dissemination of the texts - and I managed to get hold of and read several of these.
There have been some really excellent new books out this year, both non-fiction and fiction, especially genre fiction. I've just been updating the Recent Recommended Reading page on my website after several months of letting it lapse, and my thoughts on a range of recent publications can be found there.
I've seen a whole lot fewer films than I've read books: they included an assortment of new movies, plus a number of classics - leaning heavily towards screwball comedy with a seasoning of Rogers/Astaire musicals (which perhaps count as fantasy, especially those sequences when, the protags having finally overcome the obstacles to their happy union, the whole world appears to break out in dancing). I have completely failed to keep up with any of current TV series. The media work that struck me most this year was definitely the 1996 television series Neverwhere, with a script by Neil Gaiman (it has also been turned into a novel and a graphic novel), recently out on DVD. I found this short series (only 6 action-packed episodes) quite amazing.
It takes place in a world where a phantasmagorical 'London Beneath', drawing on Hogarth, Dickens and Lewis Carroll, co-exists with the
The story - the chase, the quest, the ordeals - are exciting and suspenseful as well as full of mythic resonance in themselves, but what I particularly liked was the very clearly multi-cultural nature of this hidden
I'm not sure it's for everyone (there are undoubtedly some criticisms that can be made of the production) but I found it haunting and memorable.
I spent most of 2007 catching up on books I missed from previous years and following random fancies with my husband through Netflix such as Paul Verhoeven (not Showgirls) or South Korean movies. So, I didn’t read as many new books as I usually do nor see as many movies. The Verhoeven spree did lead us to go see his latest movie, Black Book at the beginning of the year. The movie is set in the
For TV, I really enjoyed a couple of new series this year. AMC’s drama, Mad Men, is set at a Madison Avenue advertising agency in 1960, a setting that provides a great backdrop for an exploration of gender, class, sex, and nuclear family politics, including a chilling look at the psychiatry of the era, as well as a series of interesting story lines. I’ve also really enjoyed Saving Grace, starring the wonderful Holly Hunt as
For books, I really enjoyed two books marketed as young adult novels, China Mieville’s Un Lun Dun (Del Rey, 2007) and
My reading is completely determined by what I am writing at the moment, either as contributing to it or affording escape from it. So my reading this year tended to fall along the fault line of what I intuited to be relevant to the origins of Gothic literature, and what could take me as far away from that subject as possible.
The following outstanding books contributed, directly or indirectly, to my understanding of Gothic:
Joan Dayan,
Maria Edgeworth, Belinda (novel)
Rohan Kriwaczek, An Incomplete History of the Funerary Violin (alternative history)
Roy Heath, Kwaku, or The Man Who Could Not Keep His Mouth Shut (novel)
Ingeborg Bachmann, Last Living Words (fiction and poetry)
Eliot Weinberger, What Happened Here: Bush Chronicles (essays)
Elechi Amadi, The Concubine and The Great Ponds (novels)
Yashar Kemal, Memed, My Hawk (novel)
Ignazio Silone, Bread and Wine and Fontamara (novels)
Flora Tristan, Peregrinations of a Pariah (travel and memoir)
Greg Dening, Mr. Bligh’s Bad Language (history/cultural studies)
Tete-Michel Kpomassie, An African in Greenland (travel and memoir)
For escape I found the following books completely successful choices:
Torgny Lindgren, Light (novel)
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Living to Tell the Tale (autobiography)
Sigurd Hoel, The Road to the World’s End and The Troll Circle (novels)
Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe (novel)
Margaret Wertheim, A Field Guide to Hyperbolic Spaces (art/mathematics)
Olivier Cadiot, Colonel Zoo (novel)
Yuri Rytkheu, A Dream in Polar Fog (novel)
Philip Rawson, The Art of Tantra (art history)
In film the Gothic seems to be flourishing in documentary and semi-documentary form around the world. Here are some must-sees that fall into the unacknowledged genre I call “environmental/industrial Gothic”:
The Charcoal People
The Devil’s Miner
The Boys of Baraka
Turtles Can Fly
The Falls
The Magdalene Sisters
The Lives of Others
Tidelands
Osama (not about Osama bin Laden, but about a young woman who is a brilliant carpet weaver who must disguise herself as a man so she can support her family)
Magic
and others not Gothic but also great:
The Weeping Camel
The Cave of the Yellow Dog
I’m Not There



