Joanna Ruocco
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- Providence, Rhode Island, USA
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- Birkensnake
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- Œuvres
- 10
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- 97
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- 3.7
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- 4
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- 11
I say this in part because I rarely get surrealism, and I'm not sure I get Ruocco's book; but I enjoy it *far* more than most surrealism or magical realism. The language is charmingly soporific; I learned lots of new words and about a few new people (Dorothy Canfield Fisher, for instance). I like that she makes no effort to invest these people with interiority or anything like that; they are *characters*, not people, and that's more than enough. Also, the small scenes are charming and interesting enough that I always wanted to read the next one. But I imagine some of you would find it more than a little off-putting:
"Like most paleozoologists, Agnes believes that the human chrysalis exists. It has taken on the commodity form."
This is very witty, blending together Marx and Weber and then attributing the thought in such a way that it's not really clear if Agnes really believes it, or if the narrator is having some fun at the expense of Marx and Weber and the way that science has replaced sociology and politics as the source of certainty for many educated people. But does it work for you, dear reader?
Because sometimes it doesn't work for me. Another character is trying to put together an inventory of the episteme because, you know, Foucault 'n shit. Then the book ends with some unnecessary, and unjustified, metatextuality.
"[A long sentence about a gentle knight on his charger.]
Is that a story?
'It is a lengthy sentence,' says Mrs. Borage, 'a sentence from an aberrant present, one of the many lapse futures which forked from a long ago moment. It is in that somewhat attenuated process of never coming to have passed.'
'An awkward phase,' says Ms. Kidney, not without sympathy.
'There is a tense for that,' says Agnes, thinking.
It's on the tip of our tongues."
Yes, this comments on the structure of the book itself, and highlights the constructedness of fiction etc etc (DID YOU KNOW THAT BOOKS AREN'T NATURAL OBJECTS??? WHO KNEW???) and that would be fine, but coming as it does on the last page, it feels more than a little tacked on; more than a little like the tic of the Brown writing program than something that makes sense in this particular book. I'll reread it at some point, and just skip straight from "What say the ghosts? They have just exited the Holland Tunnel, heading north" to "'Mrs Borage, are you coming?' calls Anges."… (plus d'informations)