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28.3.17

BTBA fiction longlist 2017

The longlists for the Best Translated Book Award (fiction and poetry) were announced this morning (cf précis), and it's a mixed bag, something for everyone but not everything for anyone, not so much eclectic as all over the map, leaving me relieved not to have hazarded any guesses about its content this time round: I've read only a fifth of the list (half last year's tally), with another quarter being anticipated by the buzz preceding, and will consider in that order, followed by what should have made it onto the list; reformatted for concision as
author, title (translator: language [country if not home]) [publisher].

First, what I've read (and what I had to say about them):
Rafael Chirbes, On the Edge (Margaret Jull Costa: Spanish) [New Directions]
didn't live up to expectations--not that it isn't good, just that it isn't that good; novel as craft not art (and awareness of this does not elevate) 29.5.16
Antonio di Benedetto, Zama (Esther Allen: Spanish [Argentina]) [nyrb]
internal exile for executor of the will; a tad disappointing, but second half stronger 27.10.16
Maja Haderlap, Angel of Oblivion (Tess Lewis: German) [Archipelago]
bildungsroman amid the ruins, didn't grab me to start but tightened its grip inexorably throughout (2011 Ingeborg Bachmann Prize [among others]; trans 2015 Austrian Cultural Foundation Translation Prize [I attended AFCNY presentation whereat Haderlap read from the Slovenian translation ...]) 4.10.16 also won the PEN translation prize since
László Krasznahorkai, Last Wolf and Herman (George Szirtes and John Batki: Hungarian) [New Directions]
the first refracts Bernhardian technique into Krasznahorkain territory; the second really just a pendant not up to usual standard but not a lot of room to operate 24.9.16
Sergi Lebedev, Oblivion (Antonina W. Bouis: Russian) [New Vessel]
trying to kick off the traces of Arctic-circular inhumanity 24.11.16
So, of these, I would choose Haderlap (what's a shortlist without Archipelago?) and Lebedev to go through.

Next, the books whose reputations preceded them:
Basma Abdel Aziz, The Queue (Elisabeth Jaquette: Arabic [Egypt]) [Melville House]
Laia Jufresa, Umami (Sophie Hughes: Spanish [Mexico]) [Oneworld]
Javier Marías, Thus Bad Begins (Margaret Jull Costa: Spanish) [Knopf]
Patrick Modiano, In the Café of Lost Youth (Chris Clarke: French) [nyrb]
Marie NDiaye, Ladivine (Jordan Stump: French) [Knopf]
Sjón, Moonstone (Victoria Cribb: Icelandic) [FSG]
Yoko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear (Susan Bernofsky: German [Japan(?)]) [New Directions]
Not a lot to say, but I've been suffering some Marías and Modiano fatigue ... I'd given all the others consideration at some point, and now will again.

And then, those new to me:
Alessandro Baricco, The Young Bride (Ann Goldstein: Italian) [Europa]
Pedro Cabiya, Wicked Weeds (Jessica Powell: Spanish [Dominican Republic]) [Mandel Vilar]
Lúcio Cardoso, Chronicle of the Murdered House (Margaret Jull Costa and Robin Patterson: Portuguese [Brazil]) [Open Letter]
Ananda Devi, Eve Out of Her Ruins (Jeffrey Zuckerman: French [Mauritius]) [Deep Vellum]
Lidija Dimkovska, A Spare Life (Christina Kramer: Macedonian) [Two Lines]
Boubacar Boris Diop, Doomi Golo (Vera Wülfing-Leckie and El Hadji Moustapha Diop: Wolof [Senegal]) [Michigan State]
Santiago Gamboa, Night Prayers (Howard Curtis: Spanish [Colombia]) [Europa]
Stefan Hertmans, War and Turpentine (David McKay: Dutch [Belgium]) [Pantheon]
Daniel Saldaña Paris, Among Strange Victims (Christina MacSweeney: Spanish [Mexico]) [Coffee House]
Enrique Vila-Matas, Vampire in Love (Margaret Jull Costa: Spanish) [New Directions]
Jakob Wassermann, My Marriage (Michael Hofmann: German) [nyrb]
Banana Yoshimoto, Moshi Moshi (Asa Yoneda: Japanese) [Counterpoint]
Yoss, Super Extra Grande (David Frye: Spanish [Cuba]) [Restless]
Over the coming days, up to the shortlist announcement April 18, the 3% blog will run a series of posts on why each book should win, or in other words why it should be on my radar.

Finally, some of the books that would have at least made my longlist:
Pere Gimferrer, Fortuny (Adrian Nathan West: Catalan [Spain]) [Godine/Verba Mundi]
in a word, sumptuous; unlikely focal point for diffraction, ornament of the essence 14.5.16
Ilja Leonard Pfeiffer, La Superba (Michele Hutchison: Dutch) [Deep Vellum]
fantastic Genoa, expatriated, poet's pomo-novel; narrator overly bro in least successful of the subplotting, otherwise thumbs-up 19.6.16
Jung Young Moon, Vaseline Buddha (Yewon Jung: Korean) [Deep Vellum]
about writing an antinovel antinarratively 13.8.16
Álvaro Enrigue, Sudden Death (Natasha Wimmer: Spanish [Mexico]) [Riverhead]
widespread acclaim justified but not without flaws (f'rinstance, authorial intrusion too explicit even if/as knowingly so) ... I feel a bit hobbled in that Francisco de Quevedo is mostly unenglished 27.3.17
and the elephant on the shelf:
Arno Schmidt, Bottom's Dream (James E. Wood: German) [Dalkey]
I'll tackle it later this year (really; it's in hand, had to get Finnegans Wake out of the way first); a signal, monumental accomplishment, but too much a niche interest, and much too long and dense to impose on the judges, who already have their hands full. (It's remarkable that Dalkey was shut out again this year, even moreso than that New Directions again placed four on the longlist, or that Margaret Jull Costa matched that number.)

29.1.17

waning philosophical

a who's who of philosophers
knowing what's what ontologically
going beyond to reflect on wise whys
but the back-peddling of their wares wears thin

11.12.16

the year in reading 2016

Like last year, I'm unimpressed by the year-end best-of lists. And like last year, I've read a dozen books a month (closing in on 100 novels, and 24 books of poetry so far ...) from all over the map, over half in translation, with new incursions into Catalan and Korean (though oddly none yet from Dalkey Archive), and over half by authors I hadn't previously encountered. (And like last year, a gentle reminder that non-profit literary presses deserve your tax-deductible year-end support; I'm partial to Archipelago Books myself, but then I'm on the board.) Unlike last year, I've read more books by women (about a quarter of the total), and won't be opining on the Best Translated Book Awards until the longlist comes out at the end of March. Also unlike last year, I'll select the best reads of each month, and include an honorable mention as well, even as this does not by any means exhaust what was worthwhile*:

Jan: José Eduardo Agualusa, A General Theory of Oblivion (Daniel Hahn) [archipelago]: tight weave within the chaos of Angolan independence [MAO]
Richard Weiner, The Game for Real (Benjamin Paloff) [Two Lines]
Feb: Jack Cox, Dodge Rose [Dalkey] [3AM and (*spoilert*) a two part consideration]
Christos Ikonomou, Something Will Happen, You'll See (Karen Emmerich) [archipelago]
Mar: Sarah Howe, Loop of Jade [Chatto & Windus]: wow, some think overly precious but no allusion gratuitous or wasted, 1st debut Eliot Prize
Llorenç Villalonga, The Dolls' Room (Deborah Bonner) [Dalkey]
Apr: Ralph Cusack, Cadenza [Dalkey]: clinic on Irish yarn-spinning tangled in time and space (Sorrentino afterwords: "a stew of bewildering and impenetrable events, an inexpiicable 'cosmic joke.'" But that's life ...)
Raduan Nassar, A Cup of Rage (Stefan Tobler) [Penguin]
May: António Lobo Antunes, Fado Alexandrino (Gregory Rabassa) [Grove]: PTSD but P for Portuguese nothing Post- about it (and stress on disorder), thick interweave
Han Kang, Human Acts (Deborah Smith) [Portobello]
Jun: Ilja Leonard Pfeiffer, La Superba (Michele Hutchison) [Deep Vellum]: fantastic Genoa, expatriated, poet's pomo-novel; narrator overly bro in least successful of the subplotting, otherwise thumbs-up [MAO]
Robert Coover, The Origin of the Brunists [Grove]
Jul: Christine Brooke-Rose, Thru [Carcanet]: thru the Omnibus, which is to say thru with it, which is to say thru Thru, which I enjoyed the most of the bunch (whereas Between, least): the language semiotics of love and vice versa chiasmusically, and academonically, whodunnit recast as whoseddit, subriffing ... yes some flash and trash too but enough of it works ... Out was nouveau roman but with a difference, a difference that became clearer with Such; she knows how to work a conceit, and how to make you work for it. Between: tourism of simultaneous interpretation, traveling in style more than in substance
{goin' meta, M.A.Orthofer, The Complete Review Guide to Contemporary World Fiction [Columbia] [my review]; so extra honorable mention next month ...}
Aug: Vladimir Sharov, Before and During (Oliver Ready) [Dedalus]: a bit of history with which I was unfamiliar til now and seemingly forgotten (til Sharov resurrects it) but still operative in the Russian psyche: Fyodorov and Cosmism [MAO]
Elias Khoury, Broken Mirrors: Sinalcol (Humphrey Davies) [archipelago]
Jung Young Moon, Vaseline Buddha (Yewon Jung) [Deep Vellum]
Sep: Pierre Reverdy, The Thief of Talant (Ian Seed) [Wakefield]: hybrid prose poetry, this is a keeper, if only surrealism had taken this track and knit itself as tightly I don't encounter much that demands a reread like this
Pascal Quignard, A Terrace in Rome (Douglas Penick and Charles Ré) [Wakefield]
Oct: Tomasz Różycki, Twelve Stations (Bill Johnston) [Zephyr]: convoluted comedic elegiac verse spanning 20c Poland from east to west and in retrograde [TQC oeuvreview]
Maja Haderlap, Angel of Oblivion (Tess Davis) [archipelago]
Nov: Iván Sándor, Legacy (Tim Wilkinson) [Peter Owen]: retracing the persisting end of 1944 Budapest, plumbing the murky depths of the past, memory, the unconscious ... and how the story comes together, or apart
Sergei Lebedev, Oblivion (Antonina W. Bouis) [New Vessel]
Dec: TBD Eliot Weinberger, 19 Ways of Looking at Wang Wei: with more ways [NDP]: a must-read on poetry in translation (and each in isolation) [MAO]
Mina Loy, The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems (Roger L. Conover, ed) [FSG]: wow! modernism that Modernism wasn't ready for
(and special mention for John Kerrigan, Shakespeare's Binding Language [Oxford]: oaths & vows, Empsonically)

* (a full rendering of my reading in the usual unusual place)

11.11.16

lighght

particular or wavey
the answers don't matter when
the question's not even wrong
ontology recapitulates
in all probability
it's all the way down
all the way down
shut up and copenhagen

6.9.16

contortions

think on your feet and stand on your head
dig in your heels to furrow your brow
sit on your hands but stay on your toes
lead with your chin when armed to the teeth
lending an ear while holding your tongue
trust in your gut it's right on the nose

30.7.16

poetry in commotion

the momentum of mass transit
carries you to the wrong platform
to make an impossible connection
in the busy abandoned station
everybody someplace else
in packed forsaken corridors
or on crowded vacant stairs

avoid eye contact it's irritating
even the blind vagrant feels your gaze
and rattles his anthora cup in reply
slip in the swipe card with one last ride


31.7 EDIT: anthora replaces greek-keyed thx Sharon!

9.7.16

Throwaway lines (slow return)

Every couple of years I collect, or recollect, some of the rubbish I've uttered, mainly at The Fictional Woods lit-chat, and fashion a blog post out of it. Yes, we recycle!

Each time I run across Heraclitus' 91st fragment it reads differently.

I don't get why some people obsess over "making a difference". Do the math: it's only subtraction.

When they say 'do the math', they always mean arithmetic, never differential topology.

Live each day as though it were your last. You'll be right some time, but then again so's a stopped clock.

In battling ambivalence, I'm not sure who should win.

I'm enjoying my anhedonia.

Confessional poetry isn't worth the price of admission.

Got dem Guattari blues / Après moi, le Deleuze

I'm an axiomatic pragmatist: first principles are the fundamental problem.

Famous last words: "Take this down. 'Kill the moralists. It's the right thing to do.'" —Siger of Brabant

Entire sociopsychologies have been built upon the foundation of man's inability to bear children; how come no parallel structure has been erected on man's inability to fake orgasms?

Just because humans have opposable thumbs, should we hold it against them?

What's the plural of hapax legomenon again?

What if I faked having Impostor Syndrome and they found out?

(previous iterations: 2010, 2012, 2014)

5.7.16

Complete Review review

M.A.Orthofer has long been an underappreciated chronicler of underappreciated fiction, foreign and otherwise, at the complete review, started in 1999 to provide reviews (his own, graded, with copious links to others'), and augmented in 2002 by the Literary Saloon, with news on publishing, prizes, and much else besides. It's been my go-to site for well over a decade, a catholic and reliable guide (my own assessments generally differ by no more than a plus or minus from his letter grades), and so I was skeptical that I might derive further benefit from his latest offering, The Complete Review Guide to Contemporary World Fiction [Columbia Univ Press]. Thankfully, I was wrong to doubt of the benefit—while aimed at those less familiar than myself with foreign fiction, its organization is both comprehensive and comprehensible, leaving little in the way of gaps. It is a reader's guide to post-WWII novels, a survey structured geographically by country, primarily dealing with 'literary fiction' but not neglecting 'genre' writing (or the blurring between them), giving each nation's headliners due attention (though rarely more than a page) and making mention and more of other noteworthies, necessarily broad-brush but more than cursory. It should be said that this is presented from a Western anglophonic perspective (though some as-yet untranslated works are mentioned) and that the segmentation somewhat overweights national culture—a boon for those who want to explore on that basis, but an impediment to elaborating upon deep cross-cultural strands (and for those wanting a more personal take there's always Ann Morgan, bordering on travelogue; cf Latterly). In some respects, the novel form, while capacious, is a western cultural imposition, and the paucity of examples in some regions is due to factors beyond authoritarian or totalitarian restraint, lack of infrastruture, or embedded oral tradition (and my interest is piqued more by incorporation of local forms than adaptation of local color). The selection of authors is generous (a cast of thousands!) and up-to-date (though of course a snap-shot of a moving target that's already moved on: e.g., Northwestern University's Writings from an Unbound Europe series is cited in appendix but was discontinued last year), and little is omitted (I was surprised that Robert van Gulik wasn't mentioned in reference to Chinese detective fiction, though that was originally before the scope of this book) (mere quibbles, but the nature of the project invites such sport). In sum, yes this scratches the surface, more than just barely, and it's a huge surface, and man is it itchy, and his sharp thumbnail sketches provide some relief: as his editorial policy at the site puts it: "These are things we try to do here at the complete review, but we only manage to scratch the surface. ¶ Scratch deeper."

8.6.16

legend

a cumulus cartography
losing resolution as we draw close
assuming depths and ambiguities
wispy fringes feathering into blue
off fulgent cotton continents

a puddle archipelago
scattered cloud-cast shadows darkly flashing
glimpses of an inverted firmament
a bathing wren disrupts its bit of sky
sprays a shower of liquid sparks

on our maps, why are the waters azure?
and what if they were black, reflecting stars?