Friday, October 23, 2009

Untameable, grotesque, generative bodyhood

Here's a good piece of writing about Sandy Florian's "The Tree of No":

"Florian’s novel (is that what to call it?) is the speech and psalms of a female speaker who sings like David, births nations like Eve, and self-determines, like Milton’s Satan, in sin: in the titular rejection and falling away. The novel’s revolutionary heave, sexualized energy, and sense of deep- (rather than forward-)time recall Julieta Campos’s Fear of Losing Eurydice or Alice Notley’s The Descent of Alette. Its moral quandaries— its arc from “Beastly, I fall at Adam under the shade” to “But the sin in me says I”— remind Robert Oventile of Simone Weil. However, more than these, it’s the tactile environment of Florian’s novel that was perfect to read this morning: episodic, blood-kitschy, spiritual, and charged (I could sympathize) with an untameable, grotesque, generative bodyhood."

3 Comments:

Blogger phaneronoemikon said...

hmm. Nice.

9:20 AM  
Blogger Ross Brighton said...

Damn, I've been beaten that is good.

1:53 AM  
Blogger Jay said...

I appreciate the link, Johannes! "Tree"'s a hell of a damn book. I've given a few Miltonian friends sugar-headaches of pleasure by recommending it; I'll have a little more on it-- maybe alongside S.A. Stepanek's "Three, Breathing"-- in a week or two. Can't wait to get my hands on "Gaga."

11:36 AM  

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