june 1–15, 2022

Books

  • Nell Zink, Avalon
  • Glenn Adamson, Fewer, Better Things: The Hidden Wisdom of Objects
  • Elif Batuman, Either/Or
  • Denis Johnson, The Stars at Noon
  • John Waters, Liarmouth
  • Naoise Dolan, Exciting Times
  • Gina Apostol, Bibliolepsy
  • Dionne Brand, An Autobiography of the Autobiography of Reading

Films

  • The Great Buster, directed by Peter Bogdanovich
  • The World, the Flesh and the Devil, dir. Ranald MacDougall

elif batuman, “either/or”

Elif Batuman
Either/Or
(Penguin, 2022)


This is a complicated book for me to think about, for very straightforward reasons: I went to college with Elif Batuman, and spent my sophomore year living in the same dormitory that the protagonist of Batuman’s novel lives in, as did Batuman herself; that summer, I worked as an editor for the travel guide that her protagonist goes to Turkey to write for. While I wasn’t a close friend of Elif Batuman, I was (and still am!) friends with some of her friends. This matters because many of the details in Batuman’s novels accord with my (admittedly hazy!) recollections of the same period, where they overlapped; names have been changed, but if they had not, I would have happily accepted this if it had been published as a memoir. I read later sections of this books hoping that I wouldn’t turn up in the background doing the sort of idiotic things I was prone to doing at that point in my life.

All of which is to say that my reading of this book is going to be very different from the way most people read this book: it’s something of a roman à clef for me, as I can read it and remember the computer lab that Selin is sitting in, a computer lab that I also spent a lot of time sitting in; I understand the (rather uninteresting) historical contingencies that lead to the unexplained appearance of a bunch of random jocks; I see that someone who shared their name with a plant in real life has their fictional approximation given the name of another plant. The first Singaporean I ever met – a flamboyantly gay man who threw good parties and, in retrospect, gave me entirely the wrong idea aobut Singapore – has the name he shared with the hero of a medieval romance swapped for the name of the hero of another medieval romance. There’s a certain pleasure in this – many of these are people and places that I had not thought about in years – but it’s ultimately immaterial to what’s going on in the book. (Some bits of period detail might be more generally interesting: this book depicts the way the Internet was used in the instant before the web took over everything and wifi made it omnipresent: a degree of ignorance was still possible which seems impossibly distant when viewed from the present.)

What’s interesting here – and wasn’t so much the case in The Idiot, the book that preceded this one – is a textual interest in what makes a story fiction:

It wasn’t until high school, when I took my first creative writing class, that I began to sense trouble. I realized, with shock, that I wasn’t good at creative writing. I was good at grammar and arguing, at remembering things people said, and at making stressful situations seem funny. But it turned out these weren’t the skills you needed in order to invent quirky people and give them arcs of desire. I already had my hands full writing about the people I actually knew, and all the things they said. That was what I needed writing for. Now I had to invent extra people and think of things for them to say?

This quickly becomes self-reflexive:

The whole time everything had been happening with Ivan, I had always been writing about it in my notebook, or on the computer, and sometimes I wondered whether I would ever turn those pages into a novel. The thought made me feel ashamed. It felt shameful to be so unartistic and self-obsessed, to not want to invent richly fictional characters. It felt shameful to write a whole book about Ivan. What if he found out?

A bit later in the same passage, where the narrator is reflection on Nadja:

. . . here was André Breton, saying just the opposite: “I insist on knowing the names, on being interested only in books left ajar, like doors; I will not go looking for keys.” All the work-arounds I thought I had invented—turning two real people into one “fictional” “character,” turning one real person into two characters, changing people’s appearances and nationalities—he already knew about, and viewed as base tricks. He seemed proud of not changing anything, including himself.

and again:

I wished I could write a book like that about Nadja, where I could explain each line, and how it applied in such a specific way to things that had happened in my life. I knew that nobody would want to read such a book; people would die of boredom. Why was it that science and history could be boring, but other books couldn’t?

Characterization in this book is often through other books. This comes to a head at the end, where the narrator is reading The Portrait of a Lady:

. . . . In Isabel’s case, the death she postponed wasn’t her own, but Ralph’s, and she was living the stories, rather than narrating them. But as she lived them, they were narrated. They became the book you were reading right now.

Later in Selin’s consideration of the relationship between the characters, authors, and books – it feels a bit like Don Quixote is hovering over this:

Isabel, who had had the experiences, hadn’t written a book; Henry James, who had written the book, hadn’t had the experiences. He had had different experiences, and those, for some reason, he hadn’t written about.

And finally a quote from Portrait itself:

Now that she was in the secret, now that she knew something that so much concerned her, and the eclipse of which had made life resemble an attempt to play whist with an imperfect pack of cards, the truth of things, their mutual relations, their meaning, and for the most part their horror, rose before her with a kind of architectural vastness.

There’s more to unpack here, but I think it’s worth pointing out that this is more of a self-conscious Künstlerroman than any kind of memoir. One might find an inverted version of this book in The Education of Henry Adams, a book that’s a memoir that’s written as a novel, with Adams always referring to himself as “Henry Adams” as if to make the person he was a different person from the person writing who shares that name. And Adams’s memoir is famously oblique: the things we’d like to know about (his wife, his emotional development) don’t feature at all. Adams presents an earlier version of Harvard as a finishing school for the sons of America’s patricians; the students are depicted as being docile and bovine (the southerners debilitatingly drunk). There’s little real detail about Adams’s college experience apart from his weird excitement at being chosen the class orator. The experience was something to be skated over, a failure among other educational failures in his life. Looking at the same place more than a century later, Batuman is taking an opposite approach; where she’ll end up, I’m not sure, though I am interested.

may 16–31, 2022

Books

  • Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Armageddon in Retrospect
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Look at the Birdie
  • Kurt Vonnegut, While Mortals Sleep
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Sucker’s Portfolio
  • Annie Ernaux, A Man’s Place, translated by Tanya Leslie
  • John Berger, Meanwhile
  • Renee Gladman, Calamities
  • Honoré de Balzac, My Journey from Paris to Java, trans. Barry Winkleman
  • Stephen Crane, Maggie: A Girl of the Streets
  • Arno Holz & Johannes Schlaf, Papa Hamlet, trans. James J. Conway

Films

  • パーフェクトブルー (Perfect Blue), directed by Satoshi Kon
  • Illusions perdues (Lost Illusions), dir. Xavier Giannoli

may 1–15, 2022

Books

  • Jenny Erpenbeck, Visitation, translated by Susan Bernovsky
  • Kay Dick, They
  • Annie Ernaux, A Girl’s Story, trans. Alison L. Strayer
  • Éric Vuillard, The War of the Poor, trans. Mark Polizzotti
  • Kurt Vonnegut, We Are What We Pretend to Be
  • Gianfranco Calligarich, Last Summer in the City, trans. Howard Curtis
  • Marcel Proust, The Collected Poems, edited by Harold Augenbraum
  • Lorenza Foschini, Proust’s Overcoat, trans. Eric Karpeles
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake
  • Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Dr. Kervorkian
  • Caren Beilin, Revenge of the Scapegoat

Films

  • This Much I Know to Be True, directed by Andrew Dominik

april 16-30, 2022

Books

  • Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion, translated by Tanya Leslie
  • Annie Ernaux, The Possession, trans. Anna Moschovakis
  • Shirley Hazzard, The Transit of Venus
  • Anthony Veasna So, Afterparties
  • George Seferis, Collected Poems, trans. Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard
  • Iris Owens, After Claude
  • María Gainza, Portrait of an Unknown Lady, trans. Thomas Bunstead
  • Victoria Chang, Obit

Films

  • Dimanche à Pekin, directed by Chris Marker
  • Sans soleil, dir. Chris Marker
  • RRR, dir. S. S. Rajamouli
  • Hiroshima mon amour, dir. Alain Resnais

april 1–15, 2022

Books

  • Pierre Loti, Siam (Un Pelerin d’Angkor), translated by W. P. Baines
  • Julio Cortázar, Letters from Mom, trans. Magdalena Edwards
  • Heinrich von Kleist, Anecdotes, trans. Matthew Spencer
  • Julio Cortázar & Julio Silva, What the Mugwig Has to Say & Silvalandia, trans. Chris Clarke
  • Tim Parks, The Hero’s Way: Walking with Garibaldi from Rome to Ravenna
  • John Keene, Punks: New & Selected Poems
  • Nastassja Martin, In the Eye of the Wild, trans. Sophie R. Lewis

Exhibits

  • Angkor Wat, Cambodia
  • Ta Prohm, Cambodia
  • Bayon, Cambodia
  • Preah Khan, Cambodia
  • Kbal Spean, Cambodia
  • Banteay Srei, Cambodia
  • Banteay Kdei, Cambodia
  • Neak Pean, Cambodia

march 16–31, 2022

Books

  • Claudia Durastanti, Strangers I Know, translated by Elizabeth Harris
  • Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
  • David Goodis, Shoot the Piano Player
  • Claire-Louise Bennett, Checkout 19
  • Patrizia Cavalli, My Poems Won’t Change the World: Selected Poems, ed. Gini Alhadeff
  • Annie Ernaux, I Remain in Darkness, trans. Tanya Leslie
  • Roberto Bolaño, The Return, trans. Chris Andrews
  • Ross Gay, Be Holding
  • Elena Varvello, Can You Hear Me?, trans. Alex Valente
  • Hans von Trotha, Pollak’s Arm, trans. Elisabeth Lauffer
  • Yoko Tawada, The Bridegroom Was a Dog, trans. Margaret Mitsutani

Films

  • The Velvet Underground, directed by Todd Haynes
  • H Is for House, dir. Peter Greenaway
  • Motorway 65, dir. Evi Kalogiropoulou
  • Kimi, dir. Steven Soderbergh
  • North by Northwest, dir. Alfred Hitchcock
  • Titane, dir. Julia Ducournau

march 1–15, 2022

Books

  • Dorothy L. Sayers, Unnatural Death
  • Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women, translated by Philip Gabriel & Ted Goossen
  • Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Galápagos
  • Alejandro Zambra, Not to Read, trans. Megan McDowell
  • Charles Willeford, Pick-Up

Films

  • ドライブ・マイ・カー (Drive My Car), dir. Ryusuke Hamaguchi

february 15–28, 2022

Books

  • Georges Perec, Things: A Story of the Sixties, translated by David Bellos
  • Vera Cacciatore, The Swing: Three Novellas, trans. W. J. Strachan
  • Alejandro Zambra, Bonsai, trans. Carolina De Robertis
  • Jean-Patrick Manchette, The N’Gustro Affair, trans. Donald Nicholson-Smith
  • Paolo Bacilieri, Fun, trans. Jamie Richards
  • Ana Galvañ, Press Enter to Continue, trans. Jamie Richards

Films

  • The Heartbreak Kid, directed by Elaine May
  • Madres paralelas (Parallel Mothers), dir. Pedro Almodóvar
  • Verdens verste menneske (The Worst Person in the World), dir. Joachim Trier