Apr. 11th, 2010

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Got Julie an advance (instant gratification) copy of Saramago's Notebook, but it turns out it's not a novel but a translation of a year-long blog he kept a couple years ago. Her mother was going to send me some special signed edition of Carson's Nox as a birthday present, but there seems to have been a publication delay. Upcoming:

June 29: On Mysticism, On Argentina, On Writing--all by Borges
September 8: The Elephant's Journey, Saramago
September 23: Madame Bovary, tr. Lydia Davis
October 12: Nemesis, Roth & Till I End My Song, Bloom
October 26: Leopardi's Canti, tr. Galassi
November 12: Anterooms, Wilbur

The Borgeses are advertised on abebooks already, but only in $120 copies signed by Suzanne Jill Levine. Even I can resist that.
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Continuing the pre-Housman post with meandering Fryelike observations on girls and/or friends and suddenly Chinatown:

Can't remember how close the Vineland plot is to that of Eddie and the Cruisers. I'd be astonished if this is an influence case, but Pynchon is an astonishing one.

Because we're talking gnosticism here.

Twin Peaks uses the lost girl but not the attrition element--until the rather nihilistic last episode, anyway.

The lost girl or woman--Sophia. Big in V. too. Roth, usually a myth-dodger, uses it very effectively in his most lauded '90s books. And Crowley multiple times, Calvino passim. It's probably an odd fit with the attrition method, since the girl is usually the Desired Other, not an Ego Double. Mulholland Drive fascinatingly combines the two (as compared to their being both present but rigidly separated in Lost Highway)--and perhaps the petering off of the labyrinthine, vestigial pilot elements fills something like the function attrition does? The less essential characters don't die or change deathlily, they just spill away.

Aguirre's a great attrition entry. The Seven Samurai and its imitations, too, but in the non-gnostic category--the adventure version, like in Cooper and Tolkien. Which sounds demeaning but I don't mean it that way. The number of survivors in Kurosawa's is pointed, and uses the film number magic I mentioned earlier to make that point--too much was lost, but an infinity remains. Gnosticism runs the risk of being all about Me, humanism insists on an Us. Not that they're incompatible, but they're not typically being emphasized equally.

The Great Escape must be one of those imitators, mustn't it. Never occurred to me.

Opposite to attrition, but just as ubiquitous in adventure stories, is the friend-gathering. Wizard of Oz is the iconic example, and there they don't drop away later, as they do in Samurai and Tolkien. Gnostic stories tend not to include that phase, since the atmosphere of loss becomes less absolute (or too intolerable?) if it hasn't tainted every present-tense moment of the story. One of the rarest things in narrative is the presentation of happy and of sad both in present tense. Mulholland Drive miraculously has it both ways here too, doesn't it.

Hence the importance of black and white, or labeling by words, or vaseline, or sepia or whatnot to differentiate time periods in movies. You gotta keep 'em separated.

Blood Meridian does have a gathering phase, but it's not terribly friendly. And it's probably important that there's a large group already together that the Kid joins. It's not his thing, though the Judge rejects this excuse when needling him near the end. And the group is continually renewed, since its own attrition is its ultimate reason for being--it rides on its own melting, like the ice in a frying pan, or was it butter, to which Frost analogized poetry.

(The Lost Girl is present in McCarthy too--in The Road, quite literally; but she's resonant in Cities of the Plain, and, strangely, at the other end of the Border Trilogy in the aggressively offstage mother. Grady's rejecting the mother, or the mother's having rejected Grady, starts everything off in some mysterious way, till the equally mysterious feminine calming in the arch-gnostic Cities coda.)

That Nicholson suddenly has comrades, who understand completely but know there's no helping, is very strong at the end of Chinatown because it's a sudden, retroactive attrition--they were once a band, but all fell, one by one in untold stories, from thinking anything could be done. And somehow their stories being untold is more convincing than if they'd been told--we don't see them weak or tempted, we just find out that all are disillusioned who approach the center of the night. That movie does want to convince us to give up, and that element is crucial for the astonishing, abrupt, perfect finish. The associates from Back Then--are there just two, making an infinite three with him?--go from being jackasses to comrades immediately. It's him that's been wrong for still trying, still fighting. Which of course the film can't possibly mean but nevertheless means, a contradictory overlapping that the sudden shift helps make possible: we're still with him in his mode with his goals, and the shock of sudden failure and then rolling credits haven't purged us of our investment in heroism. We have to try, we feel, and we could never have not failed, we suddenly know. Had we come to know more gradually it would have been ridiculous to try; and the tone of the final words informs us that there's no way we could have known without having tried. Not letting us have the time to accept the lesson means that the movie doesn't end, in a crucial sense. Thus projecting "Chinatown" out here, though I suppose also letting us fight the contaminating half-conclusion with whatever weapons we've got out here.

(I wonder what's been written about this sort of peer pressure in fiction--how the author creates and/or alters norms using accessory characters, characters who are 'foils' more to the reader than to the protagonist. Have I discussed this with someone here?)
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Got some Proust value out of:

Ugly Kid Joe's "Everything About You"

Fred Schneider's "There's a Monster in My Pants"

The video of the latter I must have seen only once and 25 years ago. I had the strangest ghost memories of it--with everything that happened I said to myself did that happen, then oh yes, I guess that happened. I remembered mostly that I should have been remembering things, that these memories had once been there, whereas with the Ugly Kid Joe I started anticipating lines and shots as it went.

I must be reaching the point where some memories are dying, rather than just being lost in the tangles and blends of the archive.

Of course it's hard to know what one forgets and how much and when. I think one part of the interest of these things that come back partway is they give some sense of the mechanics of obliviation.
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Laughed harder at 1:50-1:55 than at anything in years. Please watch all of it though. Not work safe.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-agl0pOQfs

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