Final Blog Post

Well we made it. In the beginning of this course I said that I wanted to expand my horizons and that has most definitely happened. I was planning on only doing 11 books but I was a little trigger happy with the X’s and ended up contracting for 12. So I read quite a bit this semester. I don’t know about you guys but there was definitely some late monday nights finishing books and writing blog posts. But for all that I really did enjoy a lot of these books. I was definitely confident going in that I would “get” the books and was faced with some serious culture shock in the form of Aragon and Moravia. But after the first few weeks it definitely got easier. I’d say overall my favourite part of the class was definitely the freedom in both the reading and writing. Being able to both choose the books I though most interesting and then having the freedom to just write was really enjoyable. As for a favourite moment, meeting Norman Manae was fascinating and just a really cool opportunity. His extra commentary and context when discussing the meaning of the trenchcoat really helped me understand the text more.

Overall I really enjoyed this course and I think I definitely read outside my comfort zone. There was a wide variety of novels, authors, and topics that I otherwise wouldn’t have  been exposed to. My only real comment/ suggestion is that maybe there could have been some variety in the weekly work, although I liked the blog posts some other form of work would have been a bonus. My question to your guys is then did you get tired of the blog format? If so are there other forms you think would work well interspersed with the blog posts?

 

Agualusa, The Society of Reluctant Dreamers

Well this was definitely an interesting novel to end on. The Society of Reluctant Dreamers of all the novels really had a unique style/flow/feel and I felt like I never really knew where the novel was headed. Often just as I thought I understood the gist of a certain scene or passage a final line or action flipped my understanding on its head. And honestly that was a really enjoyable experience as a reader. I will say for all the looseness with time and topic I still felt like not only was the story but the point or meaning was building and changing as well, yet always going somewhere. Possibly it’s all down to this being a more modern book with a modern flow but either way the overall reading experience definitely felt more familiar compared to the older books. Furthermore there are a lot of short impactful sentences at the end of chapters or sections that i’m not quite sure I know what they mean, but have an impact anyway. Whether it be conversation between Hossi and Daniel or any of their own personal thoughts these short sentences carry a lot of weight. The other thing that I think really adds to the overall atmosphere/quality of the book is the frank yet real approach towards the portrayal of violence, it’s neither gratuitous or unnecessary which is always good. This frankness with the traumas of these lives combined with the fantastical element of the dreams, that connects the main characters, gives a real yet at the same time ethereal character to the work. There is a large cast of characters that add a lot of flair to the entire novel. The interviews and conversations that Daniel has throughout are really interesting but often leave me more confused than at the beginning of them. These characters are full of contradiction, both within themselves and with their actions, such as Hussi or Paulo/Jean. Hussi is a seemingly nice man who has forgotten his past, due to fantastical lighting strikes, yet can switch to violence and brutality in an instant. He is a torturer and has a violent past yet through Daniel’s friendship we are given the likeable human side of this man. Like Hussi says himself it is difficult to deal with the multiple facets of a man so at ease with violent pragmatism. It is hard to see one side and accept the other. As for my question, Which of the books you read was your favourite and why?

Cercas, Soilders of Salamis

Javier Cercas’ novel Soldiers of Salamis to me raised some of the most interesting questions of all the novel that we have read so far. Specifically I think through this work of part investigative journalism part prose fiction Cercas ask us to consider the truth of writing, history and legacy through an anecdote about right-wing author and politician Rafael Sanchez Mazas and his near death and escape in the Spanish civil war. More than just a retelling of an interesting footnote in the history of Spain Cercas brings us on a fictional-ish tale of the exploration of the history of Mazas, his writing, and just what really happened in that forest. I’m frankly not the hugest fan of this interview style narrative that Cercas uses mostly because some of it felt unnecessary and bland. Yet at other times the anecdotes are very interesting and endearing, such as the death tempting car rides in his girlfriends Volkswagen or the discussions of the true nitty-gritty chaos and particulars that come around with large scale war and disorder. Although the anecdote is important for context it really has little to do with the overall point in my opinion. Yes this event does contain a startlingly real and intense tableau of Mazas drenched, covered in mud, and filled with terror and shame facing down a man who holds his life in his hands. That startling moment of eye contact that in which the decision to let him go was a powerful example of a shared human compassion. But i digress, in essence our character attaches to this anecdote and figure in Mazas, and we are given the tale of a truly romantic writer meeting intellectuals in European bars and following the story. And I think the reason Soldiers of Salamis is about the writing of itself is exactly because we should ask if these things should be written. Cercas throughout the novel continually mentions that he believes that Mazas is both and excellent writer and poet. Yet this same man was also a fascist, who in my opinion held abhorrent views on women, nationality, etc., as we as was directly involved in supporting a coup against a legitimately elected government. Furthermore he was active in the Franco government and therefore in my eyes partially responsible for the crimes that were commited. So I guess the main question that come to me when reading this is, is there a proper way to discuss good writers who did horrible things? And if so how do we approach discussing their work in the context of the creators life?

Bolaño, amulet

This book is really interesting to me for a multitude of reasons. As a boy from the prairies of Alberta I couldn’t be farther from the turbulent and yet vibrant dives and campuses of Mexico city. Yet through the life of Auxilio I feel connected to both the joy and spontaneity that living on the margins of society brings, yet also the realities stark realities of poverty that comes from non conformity. There is a frankness in the writing that really allows you to connect with the narrative that I haven’t seen in any of the books we’ve read so far. Whether that be frankness about her perceived promiscuity or the realities of being an unhoused and semi employed person. This is especially poignant to me in the scene with the King, Arturo, and Ernesto. Although everything works out for the characters through this interaction with the pimp king it is only because of the horrors and violence that Arturo has faced in Chile. In combination with this very realistic sense of atmosphere Bolaño also has a very fluid concept of time throughout the novel. This fluidity is centered around the September 1968 student movements across Mexico. Specifically at the UNAM campus as all the students and faculty were arrested. Auxilio in an act of resistance hides from the police and spends many days in the washroom alone. Throughout the narrative we are brought back to this scene as she experience events simultaneously. As an aside this view of time and overall ethereal quality really remind me of Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse 5. Although a work of science fiction and with very different messaging, the way both authors play with and twist are concepts of time are both intriguing and confusing at the same time. The hallucinatory vision of the dead writer Remedios Varo is of special interest as she doesnt jump back to the bathroom on the 4th floor but rather is there the whole time as she experiences this meeting. I think that the 4th floor bathroom of the philosophy and literature faculty is the height of this romantic and often sidelined character, both good and bad. It epitomizes the revolutionary and rebellious sentiment that permeates a person living on the margins. Yet we are also shown that this was a traumatic experience that has shaped the rest of her life. I’m not sure what to make of the ending honestly, the blending of reality and story reaches a height as she finally leaves the bathroom destitute but right.

Week 9, Manea The Trenchcoat

Honestly I have never really liked the novella format if i’m going to be completely honest. It’s like the 400M of reading not short enough to sprint through, and have that very concise punch that short stories do, yet not long enough to have the depth an exploration of the ideas presented. For all that I actually quite liked The Trenchcoat. To me the best part of this whole novella was the tone and the atmosphere of a cold war era Romania. I guess that it’s interesting in itself that I as a child of the 2000’s are instantly drawn not the recent and very real suffering of Soviet bloc countries in this era but rather the aesthetic of totalitarianism . These events happened in the course of lifetimes that are still being lived yet it feels as far away as castles and knights. Just some food for thought on the speed of history. But not only the paranoia and constraint of a police state but also the pure tiredness of a system that keeps people on constant watch. There is a paradoxical feel to the entirety of the narrative that stems from these contradictory pillars of society. Everyone is just so tired with their current lives that even the secret police are said to be “just going through the motions”. An entire people struck with apathy, just continuing. Yet these same people are also faced with an oppressive and authoritarian state. It just doesn’t line up yet is fascinating in its own rights. The main conflict of the novel revolves around a dinner party and a leftover trench coat. Honestly i’m still not entirely sure what was going on with the plot of this novel. The trench coat obviously has some meaning or message as it could have been left by secret police. It’s all shrouded in the deep mystery of subversive politics, there are constant omissions to the dialogue and even the trenchcoat itself is meant to possibly be a reference to some forbidden text or writer. Yet there are no real specifics, I assume we are supposed to infer throughout that there is something clandestine about this interaction. Yet at the very end of all it seems to me that she was just frankly bored with her life and wanted a change. Leading me to question what was the point of all of the text before this. Was it in essence to prove that authoritarianism can only function with our active ferver and paranoia? Perhaps it’s just a look into the strange paradox of a post authoritarian country like I mentioned earlier? Maybe I just missed something?

Week 8, Perec W, or the Memory of Childhood

I really really really liked this book. W, or the Memory of Childhood by Georges Perec is part traditional novel, part autobiography, part whatever Perec felt like writing and damn convention. The novel revolves around two disparate narrative, one being autobiographical anecdotes from his childhood both with his parents and as a refugee. The second being a fictionalized island “utopia” that’s entire society is based around athletics, as the 4 villages of the island compete constantly in track and field events. I really enjoyed the interplay between the two narratives and think it was one of the best parts of this novel. The slow reversal of the rules and every increasing cruelty of the W’s Society and the way it was used allegorically in part 2 was quite striking and left the most impact on me. For the autobiographical sections I think the lack of convention is truly a strength. Memory is inherently a patchy and incomplete tapestry of our lives with often varying degrees of accuracy. Usually novel of this type would be carefully corroborated and edited with any records that the specific author would have. But Perec just allows the way he remembers things, errors and all, to flow onto the page. Furthermore the use of references/footnotes on his own work as a writing convention to me is really cool. Perec allowing himself to comment on his own writing within his own text, and not just to provide further information but amending and commentating on a previous point in his life is really cool. I was really intrigued with the fact that in part two he specifically remembers breaking a clavicle yet on connecting with an old classmate Perec realizes that it was actually their mutual friend and indeed not him that broke a bone. As an aside does anyone else have similar experiences in which we vividly remember something that turns out to have not happened? What is especially revealing throughout these memory sections to me is how he reflects on the brief time he had with his parents and the immediate aftermath of becoming a refugee. Other than the clear patchwork of anecdotes that we are given the in-between sections of Perec’s childhood feel clouded and hazy, there are no specifics. Losing parents and becoming a refugee is an incredibly traumatic experience and through this we see the brain’s coping mechanism kick in, making memory from a traumatic time in one’s life fuzzy and indistinct. Overall very good 8.4/10

Week 6, Black Shack Alley

This hands down is my favourite of the books we’ve read so far. Black Shack Alley is the story of a boy named Jose who lives on the French Caribbean island of Martinique. In three parts we are showing his youth on a plantation, his time in a local school and eventually his journey into the adult world and all its injustices. I think what made the first two parts of the novel especially powerful for me was that the innocence of our characters was perfectly intertwined with moments of heartbreaking injustice. In the initial section the children basically run free all day while their parents work in the field. We experience the joys of running free and exploration yet when their antics run too wild many of José’s friends are forced into the child labour group on this plantation. José doesn’t face that same fate with his grandmother not putting him to work like some of the parents yet we still feel the distance and the alienation that will be a continuing theme throughout. This continues into the second part of the novel as José is exposed to the other children of the small town they now live in. Specifically with the character of Jojo is the mixed race son of the nearby factories foreman. Although Jojo lives in the largest house his days are full of beatings and discipline at the hands of his parents and teachers. the conversations that these boys have are the highlight of this section to me with jojo’s position in society seeming so contrary to young José as this misery and position do not line up. The most poignant of these conversations to me is Jojo & Jose discuss the future and jose says he will eventually own a huge piece of land and pay all his workers a lot of money. Even when Jojo essentially tells Jose that this couldn’t be possible because they are black and low paying manual labour is all they’re for Jose doesn’t hate Jojo for his prejudice, even through this slight Jose shows great youthful compassion for Jojo. Jose innocence is finally ripped away when he gains a scholarship and moves to the big city with his mother. The third in my opinion is the real adult world finally catching up with Jose, and i don’t mean that in a negative way I think that from his situation it is impressive he has lived so joyfully for so long in both poverty and discrimination. Overall this was an excellent book with some very touching and powerful moments.

Week 4 , The Shrouded Woman

Honestly overall I don’t really know what I think about this book, there was a lot that I found really cool and interesting but also there was portions that were really disconcerting as a modern reader. Maria Luisa Bombal’s novel The Shrouded Woman has us confront the myriad of layers that encompass a person’s life and their interactions throughout that life. This is achieved primarily through the use of a narrator that has recently died and is ruminating on her life as her family and friends visit and subsequently lay her to rest. I thought that this was one of the biggest bright spots in the whole novel. It was an interesting subversion of a traditional narrator that allowed interesting perspectives and reflections from Ana Maria. She takes us through her life as a young girl growing up and then back through the relationships of her children and lovers. We are presented with a perspective that is inherently tied to the events and yet is disconnected which Bombal to explore the different layers of her journey to find fulfillment in her upper class life. The majority of the commentary revolves around the restrictions of life as a woman at this time and how this leads to an inability to find a contented and meaningful place in society. Her relationship with Antonio is probably the most clear example of this. Well first off we already see that her romantic life isn’t exactly great with her failed love with Ricardo. But after her rejection and subsequent marriage with Antonio things seem to be going better, after a rocky start and a little visit home it seems like Ana Maria can finally come to terms with her life. Yet turns out Antonio is a serial cheater and although he confesses his love to her in many scenes he cannot be contented with his current situation and is subsequently has a distant and unpleasant marriage for all involved. The issues that I have with this text are the seeming incongruity of the themes, subject matter, and commentary. First I would preface this by saying that it is definitely not my place to discuss feminist issues. Yet I felt that the combination of upper class characters with an emphasis on exploring the differing lenses and perspectives of her life really undercut the underlying feminist stance. I feel like without addressing the issues of class that are hidden under the hacienda system it feels like there is a hole in this story. I’m not saying that every piece of literature has to address its issues from an intersectional stance but rather when you include the theme of layers of meaning and experience I believe that a discussion of class was missing.