One of my favorite books of all time. Do you find it to be strangely Deleuzian? So many disturbing and wonderful anthropomorphic descriptions that I can really only process as "becomings-animal." The social world is rarely rendered so uncannily alien as in that book. As much as I like her newer work and its project of creating a kaleidoscopic continuous present, I secretly wish she'd continued writing in the mode of CHEMI and That They Were At The Beach...
That's what makes it so wonderful. What the hell is she doing?! It's possible that I can make sense of it in Deleuzian terms (also the rhizomatic shuffling of phrases), but really I am going to insist on remaining clueless. I haven't had time to write recently and I'm going to wait to reread it until I have time to really engage with it, which for me includes writing and reading from various angles.
I tried to write an essay on it once, but it was crap. Joyelle read it, grimacing the entire time I'm sure. I still want to write about it, and have to do this 3,000-word essay for Brouwer's class, so there's my excuse. The closest analogue I can come up with for the early Scalapino is Diane Williams and her microfictions. Have you read her?
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One of my favorite books of all time. Do you find it to be strangely Deleuzian? So many disturbing and wonderful anthropomorphic descriptions that I can really only process as "becomings-animal." The social world is rarely rendered so uncannily alien as in that book. As much as I like her newer work and its project of creating a kaleidoscopic continuous present, I secretly wish she'd continued writing in the mode of CHEMI and That They Were At The Beach...
That's what makes it so wonderful. What the hell is she doing?! It's possible that I can make sense of it in Deleuzian terms (also the rhizomatic shuffling of phrases), but really I am going to insist on remaining clueless. I haven't had time to write recently and I'm going to wait to reread it until I have time to really engage with it, which for me includes writing and reading from various angles.
I tried to write an essay on it once, but it was crap. Joyelle read it, grimacing the entire time I'm sure. I still want to write about it, and have to do this 3,000-word essay for Brouwer's class, so there's my excuse. The closest analogue I can come up with for the early Scalapino is Diane Williams and her microfictions. Have you read her?
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