LOVE POEMS OF ANCIENT EGYPT - TRANS. EZRA POUND & NOEL STOCK

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My reading has been slowed due to recent events. It’s hard to really get into a book when there’s all this stressful marching and occupying and all that going on. So I wanted to digest something smaller and easy so I decided to take on this short book of poems. It’s almost a chapbook, at only 33 pages, tho it’s very well bound and includes all of these photos of Egyptian sculpture. Those handsome photos are basically all of the background we get from this book. There’s a short intro, literally a paragraph, explaining that these poems are from various (unrelated) strips of papyrus and pottery that Boris de Rachewiltz translated into Italian in the 50’s. Despite being fragments, and originating from different sources ranging from 35000-3000+ years ago they’re presented as complete poems. Celebrity fascist Ezra Pound and Noel Stock (who I don’t know anything about) translated them from the Italian. The Ezra Pound thing is also somewhat misleading since he only translates the first poem in the book. I assume they wanted to use Pound’s name as a way to sell the book but his poem is the worst translation in the book. That maniac Pound translated part of it into Latin, which would be showing off if he actually could read hieroglyphics. The poems themselves are amazing. It’s hard to imagine 3,000+ years ago. It’s hard to imagine what people were like back then. It’s hard to imagine their lives and interests and ideas, especially the non-Pharaohs. We get lots of that here. It’s funny to imagine young Egyptians in love. Lots of the narrators of the poems seem to be young people in love. We hear about how hard love can be, the anguish. We hear about obsession and longing. I do wonder somewhat about the translation. For instance, the word “heart” is used as a symbol for love the way it is used in Western Culture broadly. I wonder if the original actually reads that way or if they were looking for a translation that made more poetic sense. Likewise, a character refers to a house covered in ivy, which I don’t believe grows in Egypt. There’s great stuff about being sad because your girlfriend parties too much and you’re jealous. Things from parents about their horny kids. It’s all wonderful and short and betrays a much different sexual ethic than we have here in modernity. Nice little break from reality. It needs more context but it was a good afternoon read. 60 strips of papyrus. 

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TRACTATUS LOGICO-PHILOSOPHICUS - LUDWIG WITTGENSTEIN

Certainly something that would have been better to read in a college setting with an expert. However, I knew the book’s reputation going in and had steeled myself to face its (intellectual) wrath. Fortunately, it wasn’t nearly as tricky and confusing as I was led to believe. Additionally, it’s only about 80 pages long and I found it helpful to just read the whole thing in one long sitting. It is formatted unlike any book I’ve read before. It is built around 7 propositions which then is each broken out into dozens of numbered statements. You end up with something like this:

4.002 Language disguises thought.

4.003 And it is not surprising at all that the deepest problems are in fact not problems at                                                                            all.

Honestly, it’s a cool format. As Wittgenstein himself says later in the book, philosophy is supposed to aim, “at the logical clarification of thoughts. Philosophy is not a body of doctrine but an activity...Without philosophy thoughts are, as it were, cloudy and indistinct: its task is to make them clear and to give them sharp boundaries.” This book is the anti-Deluze. Wittgenstein is obsessed with intelligibility and utility. As he says in 4.116, “Everything that can be thought at all can be thought clearly.” He also rails against using words imprecisely, like say the way “rhizome” is used in continental philosophy. I will certainly not claim to understand large sections of the middle of the book. Wittgenstein goes deep on some questions of formal logic and it gets a little in the weeds for me. He comes up with a formula for the essential form of all sentences that is so full of Greek letters and esoteric notations that I can’t even reproduce it on the computer. I had to bring up the Wikipedia for “List of Logic Symbols” to make it through some parts. Though I think I still see the forest despite the fuzziness of certain trees. Wittgenstien’s program is to shrink philosophy down dramatically. For instance, the subject is out. 5.632: “The subject does not belong to the world: rather, it is a limit of the world.” Likewise with aesthetics and ethics, 6.421: “It is clear that ethics cannot be put into words. Ethics are transcendental. (Ethics and aesthetics are one in the same.)” which leaves little left since he commands us in the final proposition to be silent about matters we cannot speak about. It’s a very austere, I would venture masculine,view of philosophy. That the only things to concern ourselves with are those things which we can articulate clearly and can reduce into a logical chain of symbols and whatever falls outside of this (and I would say all of the interesting questions fall outside of this) is not to be spoken of. I will agree that when you’re talking about more esoteric philosophical matters, it is annoying and childish when someone treats it like a math problem so I applaud Wittgenstien for showing how stupid that is. I have some very logically-minded friends who would enjoy this. Gotta love any book that claims it will “solve” anything, let alone something as large as philosophy. 526 logical postulates. 

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LIFE OF THE PARTY - TEA HACIC-VLAHOVIC 

150 This is the first book I’ve ever read written by someone I went to high school with. As a result, this was one of the strangest and most singular reading experiences I’ve had in the last few years. I spent the book balancing what I was reading with what I know about the person who wrote it. And, to be clear, Tea and we’re never super close. Certainly a friend-of-friends situation in High School. Since then I’ve seen her maybe twice, tho I believe some good friends of mine see her more often. I saw her on a few Christmas breaks when we were both in college and she was back from Milan. She had great stories about the Milan Fashion world. I’m obviously not nearly as plugged into that world as her but I’ve explored some of the edges (specifically through a male model/photographer I met in Mexico City) and I’ve always loved how self-parodic it is. Beautiful young people from around the world, surrounded by the most ghoulish rich people imaginable. Tea once told me about a party she attended that featured an indoor igloo. Sadly, that story isn’t in this book. What is in this book is very genre-confused, but in a way I found distracting rather than boundary-pushing. Technically, it is a novel. The main character’s name is Mia, not Tea, though otherwise it reads very much like a memoir. To the point where she used the real name of her high school boyfriend (an older punk dude) and the cop that worked at our high school. As a brief aside, there are some “cops are sexy” moments in the book (I counted 3) including praise of our High School cop who I, and the rest of the school, saw assault a kid, that doesn’t jive super well with the current mood. Besides the occasional talk with a pigeon and an extended fantasy sequence (my favorite part) it seems like a straight retelling of her time in Milan. Perhaps this is something of an answer to a question I’ve had about people like David Sedaris, ie memorists, who get called out for factual snafus, why don’t they just label their books “fiction.” It turns out the answer is because it really changes what I want from the book. For instance, this book has basically no characters. There are 3 characters, besides Mia, that we get to know somewhat. A gay best friend (tho all we learn is that Mia thinks he’s funny), a Devil-wears-Prada style boss (who’s main quality is that Mia admires her for being successful at throwing parties while being a woman) and a very abusive boyfriend (who also seems to have no qualities besides sadism and the fact that he’s married). If this were a novel, I’d expect it to follow and develop one of these themes. The most compelling story-line seems to be the boyfriend. What attracted her to him and vice versa? Why is he so abusive? Why does Mia stay with him? The closest the book comes to exploring this is the following, “Being nice isn’t nice at all. Being nice is the reason people have been so mean to me. Being nice makes people uncomfortable because it makes them feel pressured to be nice in return. But they don’t know how or aren’t willing to do that . So you being nice makes them feel bad. And when they feel bad they treat you badly.” and, “The thing about rape is it isn’t always the worst thing that happens to a woman. Sometimes, it’s not even the worst thing that happens to us that day.” The first quote doesn’t make sense in the context of the book. Mia is not nice and certainly not “too nice,” though it is interesting that she thinks that’s her problem. The second statement I find provocative and I wish she’d explore the issue of Mia’s sexuality and pathology but the book keeps being derailed by it’s memoir qualities, essentially a “this happened, then this happened” format, sprinkled with literal lists of party advice and playlists which is classic memoir filler material. There is also a strange 2 page rhapsody to Lady Gaga generally and “Marry the Night” in particular. I’ve never heard anyone nearly my age feel the way Tea feels about Gaga about anyone except Beyonce.  But basically, I would have liked this book to pick a lane. Either be a satirical novel about the Fashion World and Milan or a memoir about a woman growing up who feels out of place everywhere or a comic memoir of silly fashion world stuff or an exploration of the darkness and violence at the heart of heterosexuality.  Again, my favorite stuff was the most fantastical and untethered to reality, I wish the book had been more of a novel. Who will be the next Wildcat to write a book? 2006 lines of blow.

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CRACKLING MOUNTAIN - OSAMU DAZAI

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 I’m slowed down on my reading given current world events. The main focus of the protests (so far) here in Seattle has been the East Precinct, located about 4 blocks from my house. I’ve been down there every day so far, not always for a long time, so it’s somewhat cut into my reading time. Seems like a reasonable sacrifice. Anyway, this book was given to me for my birthday by a coworker. S/o to Heaven. I’ve seen her reading some Junji Ito so our taste in Japanese literature at least somewhat overlaps. I’d never heard of Dazai but, if the internet is to be believed, he’s quite popular in Japan. In fact, there is a Ito version of one of his novels. CRACKLING MOUNTAIN is a collection of short stories. Each story is prefaced by a translator’s note that explains the circumstance around the tale. Many are based on Japanese or European myths/poems so in some ways the explanation ruins some of the surprises. The stories themselves are strange and sad. There’s a stretch towards the back, where the book hits a stride and each story is untouchable. The Sound of Hammering is an almost Ligotti-like yarn of modern life and absurdity. The Monkey’s Mound leads to a bizarre and cruel climax. The last story in the book includes the line, “In every woman dwells this cruel rabbit, while in every man a good badger always struggles against drowning.” which is certainly a lot to think about. The opening story is a series of autobiographical sketches that are so light and airy and melancholy while at the same time holding an abysmal dread since the backdrop is Japan’s lead-up to WWII. I did like the detail that grade school homework in Imperial Japan was, “to paint five watercolors and collect 10 rare insects.” Dazai himself seems to have lead a sad, bohemian life in Imperial Japan and then in the wreckage afterwards. Or at least until he killed himself. Something about it reminds me of a Japanese Daniil Kharms. The fairy-tales feature commentary within the tales themselves that highlight the impossibility of morals while the Samurai stories skewer sanctimony. More fun than I expected, I typically don’t like short story collections but this one held me. I’d like to get my hands on NO LONGER HUMAN to see what the fuss is about. Thank you Heaven. 48 washed-up Samurai

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SUTTREE - CORMAC MCCARTHY

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  Finally finished it. Perhaps the book with the greatest disparity between the difficulty in reading it and my ultimate enjoyment. It was difficult in the traditional way, that is hard to follow and/or understand, like, say, CHAOSMOSIS, or even super long (tho, it is around 500 pages), I found its difficulty more subtle and hard to pin down. I made a serious attempt at the book a few years ago (maybe a decade?) and thought I had only made it about half way, but upon this reading, I realized I must have gotten much further than that since a passage that really stuck out to me, wherein a rag-picker details what he would say to god, was in the final 3rd of the book. I stopped that last time for the same reason it was tricky this time. The book is both very sad and written in florid, Biblical (King James) style. The style is familiar to anyone who’s read his other stuff, esp BLOOD MERIDIAN. SUTTREE also shares a violent, bloody milieu in the same vein as BLOOD MERIDIAN. The first image of the book is the police using a hook to pull a suicide out of the river. But while BLOOD MERIDIAN is relentlessly bleak and drenched in terror, SUTTREE mines this same material for a more humorous and melancholy vibe. So people get violent beaten by police or die in a mudslide but they also fuck watermelons and shoot the shit. Perhaps I’ve over-identified with Suttree, I think it would be fair to say we have similar interests and dispositions. We share an affinity for low-lives. He’s detached and sad in a way I found very relatable, almost to the point of making the book unreadable. But I did finish it this time and it does stand up with BLOOD MERIDIAN as total classics, it’s amazing he wrote the two back to back. This is also the only book I’ve ever read so focused on Knoxville and the surrounding areas, which is an area I know from college and certainly has its own weird flavor. There’s lots of talk and trips to Asheville, including to the Grove Park Inn. Like life, the book is very episodic. Sutturee fishes and runs into people, drinks and talks with them until he gets bored or passes out then runs into them again whenever. People are constantly getting killed or going to jail. The racial politics of the milieu that Suttree lives in are also interesting, with these low-class YTs interacting, befriending but also resenting their Black neighbors. Actually, Suttree’s class is somewhat at issue in the novel. We are led to believe he’s from a prominent Southern family who, before the start of the novel, has knocked up someone at college (lots of great shots at college in the book) before abandoning them to slum it with these Knoxville subalterns who the book memorably describes as, “thieves, derelicts, miscreants, pariahs, poltroons, spalpeens, curmudgeons, clotpolls, murderers, gamblers, bawds, whores, trulls, brigands, topers, tosspots, sots…and other assorted and felonious debauchees“. There is a part where he goes to, solo, bury his child in the rain, which is the only part of the book I didn’t really like since it shaded into melodrama. Also, the book frequently describes several women Suttree has sex with as “child-like.” The rest of it is expertly controlled. McCarthy apparently wrote this over 20 years and it shows, it’s perfectly calibrated. McCarthy so totally took the meat of the bone that he moved from Knoxville and never set a book there again. He really nails the ending too. Or rather, the post-script. The more formal ending cribs THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV ending where a character lies sick in bed, hallucinating and having vision (INFINITE JEST pulls this trick too), which is a good way to tie everything back together at the end. However, the short section right after really brings to mind BLOOD MERIDIAN, where the last thing image is of a man laying down fences and thus destroying the material conditions for the action of the book, SUTTREE ends with Suttree leaving town, just as highways are being built right through the slum, McAnally, where most of the action takes place, destroying the world Suttree inhabited. Modern life is again displacing a violent world. I’ll be thinking about this book for the rest of my life. 51 French Broads.

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THINGS PRINTED OFF AT WORK VOL. II

RADIOCARBON TESTING FOR DEMOGRAPHIC EVENTS IN WRITTEN AND ORAL HISTORY - EDINBOROUGH, ET AL -THE DEAD - JAMES JOYCE -LOST IN THE FUNHOUSE - JOHN BARTH -FRAGMENTS OF AN ANARCHIST ANTHROPOLOGY - DAVID GRAEBER -THE KEKULÉ PROBLEM - CORMAC MCCARTHY  -SETTLER SEXUALITY - K'É INFOSHOP  

RTFDEIWAOH- Short, fascinating paper nominally about testing a Tsimshian assertion of history. The Tsimshian adawx, the record of the oral traditions, recalls a major series of battles and raids carried out by the Tlingit around 1k years ago that decimated their population. The scientists took radiocarbon data from over 500 sites around the Prince Rupert sound and compared the carbon levels during the time the adawx says the war/raids were happening vs other times. And, sure enough, the story checks out. There is indeed a drop in carbon levels right when the adawx says there should be. Just to double check the technique, they ran the same test on Western Europe during the 1300s which likewise showed a drop in carbon during the Plague years. It’s a cool, clever way to check out some of the history found in oral traditions. The devaluing of oral traditions is part of a larger “Western” campaign to maintain a monopoly on “truth” and paint the parts of the world without a written tradition as lesser and untrustworthy. But doing this is both chauvinistic and stupidly limiting. I remember reading that book A FISTFUL OF SHELLS and thinking how wonderful and interesting it was that the author used griot accounts as primary, historical sources. A reevaluation of these traditions across the globe is sorely needed. A few years ago, I was talking with a Duwamish elder at an event in Seattle when he went on a rant to me about how only recently had scientist adjusted the timeline to have peoples in the Puget Sound at the end of the Ice Age when the Duwamish and Puget Sound tribes had many stories about the receding glaciers and how their ancestors received the Wedgwood rock as a reminder of this earlier age. And he was right, that rock is a glacial erratic, left by a glacier. 

 

THE DEAD- A classic novella/short story that I haven’t ever read. The only Joyce I’ve read is ULYSSES, which the first 80% of this story really reminded me of. It follows a man as he moves through Ireland, preparing for a Christmas feast at a party. It is amazingly well written, able to toggle between the literal scene and the larger implications of what’s going on seamlessly. Ireland is like Russia or the American South in that the writers from these places are typically obsessed with history and the sense of doom and dread that drench these places. Joyce has that line about, “history is a nightmare from which I’m trying to awake,” which sums it up quite nicely. The way questions of Irish identity and how the main character is called out from being on the side of the English and the subtle ways he processes the accusation are well-drawn and don’t hit you over the head with it. But it’s really the ending that takes it beyond. And by ending I really mean the last page and a half where Gabriel, the main character, hears a story from his wife about a boy she knew who died. From there Gabriel considers the role of the dead in the lives of the living, the inevitably of death, the unknowability of our loved ones and how that mystery feeds desire, the nature of Ireland and human life generally. It’s amazing how quickly it expands out how it manages not to seem corny or forced. 

 

LOST IN THE FUNHOUSE- Another classic story I hadn’t read until now. I read the wikipedia about the story afterwards, and I suppose it is fair to mention that, apparently, this story is the 3rd in a trilogy of short stories in a collection of the same name. It seems I’ve missed out on the larger context of the story since all three are apparently about the same thing, just told in a different style. I’m not the biggest fan of stories about writing, it’s somewhat interesting but, for all of us who aren’t writers for a living, it’s a bit of a dead end to me. This story is reflexive and will comment on itself and talk about story structure and point out artificiality and cliches involved. However, while groundbreaking in the 60’s I’m sure, I fully grew up in the world that this story birthed, it is less than shocking to me that a story would have metatextual elements or primarily be concerned with these features. The story is a victim of its own success. 

 

 FRAGMENTS OF AN ANARCHIST ANTHROPOLOGY- This is technically a short book, perhaps it merits its own entry in EVERY BOOK REVIEWED but I printed it off at work and read it in one long sitting so I suppose I’ve regulated it to whatever the non-fiction equivalent of a novella is (a manifesto? A screed? A proposition or position paper?). Recently, I read an interview with Graeber where the subject of Mark Fisher came up. Apparently, Graeber and Fisher did overlap with one another, teaching at some English college though Graeber says they didn’t talk in any meaningful way. I bring up Fisher since this book, though published before it, seems to answer, or at least hint at answers, for the questions that CAPITALIST REALISM highlights. Specifically, modern life (postmodern capitalism, neoliberalism, late capitalism, choose your term) posits itself as the only possible way to live, our choices are the status quo (and here they distort history into a teleology that dead ends where we are now)  or a sort of noble savage back to nature life. Anyone who’s ever had a discussion with someone who dismisses any other possible way of living (say, one where we aren’t openly calling for grandparents to die to raise the DOW) as impossible, pie-in-the-sky stuff or listened to a presidential debate is familiar with this dead end. Graeber points out that Anthropology is uniquely positioned to refute that. There are, in fact, an infinite number of ways to live and organize our lives and one another. Hundreds of these have been described and researched in the Anthro literature, it is our heritage as humans. Short little manifesto-y book but real good. Plus, there’s a short rant against “policy” that resonated deeply given my work. 

 

THE KEKULÉ PROBLEM - Some science writing from the great Cormac McCarthy. McCarthy has spent the past several decades working at the Sante Fe institute, which as I understand it is basically a clubhouse for smarty pants. A sort of desert version of the Institute for Advanced Research. I’m not sure if they have other humanities/arts people besides McCarthy, all the other Santa Fe stuff I’ve seen is more on the hard science end of the spectrum. Irregardless, if these nerds choose McCarthy to be their arts ambassador, they picked well. This short essay is, of course, super-humanely well-written and very engaging. It basically seeks to understand why dreams use symbols to convey meaning instead of words. You sort of need to take for granted that dreams and your subconscious are “trying to tell you something” which I’m not sure I do, but McCarthy does have a good explanation. He posits that the unconscious is so much older than language, it simply doesn’t know how to use it. The Unconscious is something that McCarthy ascribes to some animals and early man, while language itself is much more recent. Intriguing theory, good to know that McCarthy is getting to spend his last years with geniuses discussing the nature of dreams. May we all spend our twilight years such. 

 

SETTLER SEXUALITY - I have been hearing about the devastation faced by the Navajo/Dine (recently, I have seen it suggested that Diné is the preferred term but I do not know enough about this issue, tho of course peoples should be choosing their own autonym). I wanted to donate some masks but also wanted to find the local organization most in line with my political beliefs to focus the efforts. I found this anarchist/feminist info shop which seems like it will do the trick. They also publish their own zines so I downloaded this one about sexuality and colonialism. I would recommend it. It’s short, only a pamphlet, so I wouldn’t say it was long enough to really get into some of the issues that are most fascinating about this subject. It isn’t a book so it isn’t super in-depth, I would recommend SUN MOON AND WITCHES for a more complicated look at these issues. I would quibble with the dichotomy that the pamphlet sets up between Western and non-Western lifeways. It makes it seem like the choices are merely “The West” or “Indigenous ways” which are always better. I would say that both lifeways are one of literally thousands of possibilities when it comes to understanding gender, some of which were better (I’d agree that most is fair), some of which were worse. The issue is that The West is saying that anything else simply isn’t possible. I worry slightly about idealizing (noble savaging) pre-Columbian Amerika. Think of environmental issues, obviously most indigenous communities had a much more sophisticated view of this than Europe at the time and America now. However, some (say, the classical Maya) did not. The issue is not that everything indigenous is better, it’s that the West has stolen our ability to even have a choice. But these are slight quibbles I would recommend it for a teen. 

MOON, SUN AND WITCHES: GENDER IDEOLOGIES AND CLASS IN INCA AND COLONIAL PERU - IRENE MARSHA SILVERBLATT

 

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The trilogy is complete. As far back as my review of FISTFUL OF SHELLS I had anticipated a sort of gyno-historical retelling of the forces that shaped the world from the early 16th century on. FISTFUL OF SHELLS is about African society and how these changes shaped the ways that people experienced and understood the world. CALIBAN AND THE WITCH took roughly the same time period but focused on Europeans and YT new-world residents. MOON SUN AND WITCHES completes the trilogy by focusing on the group left out of the other 2 books, the indigenous people of the new world. Specifically, the peoples of the Andes. In fact, I was at first worried that the book was going to be too deep in the Andean scholarship world. I’m not as familiar with that grouping of peoples and civilizations as I am with others, even others in the Americas. However, this is more than made up for with the final few chapters that really dial in on European notions of evil/the devil and now that colored the way Europeans viewed the people they subjugated. It was interesting to read about how this notion of a demonic pact developed (since it’s basically absent from the bible and European culture before the late middle ages) and how this idea was grafted onto the Native customs, when they didn’t have an equivalent notion. We can see how the ideas developed in CALIBAN AND THE WITCH are put to use in the New World (as a quick aside, it’s true that CATW is mostly about England/Protestants while the History of the Andes is more Iberian/Catholic, but I think it’s not unreasonable to put them together. I’d love a version of this book about the effect of English colonialism on Chesapeake Bay Native life, for instance, but we get what we get) for the same purpose. Namely, to both disempower women and to lay the social groundwork for the emergence of Capitalism. MSAW is incredibly ambitious and interesting in that it doesn’t just treat Andean life as static until the Spanish show up. It begins with the Inca conquest, where we get a preview of the ways that conquest distorts society. Typically, Andean life was sorted onto male and female paths but the responsibilities rights and access to resources were equal. The Inca impose a “conquest hierarchy” that privileges men, as the war-makers, but does not strip women of power women to the extent that the Spanish would shortly afterwards. European notions of women, again, masterfully outlined in CATW, do not have any substantial role in society. Christendom regulated them to minors, they never grew into full adults. The push-back by women (called Witchcraft) as well as the betrayal of these women by the men of the Andes is heartbreaking and predictable. It’s the same story, a new economic world-view comes in, fucks everything up, and gives us the world we have today. FISTFUL OF SHELLS, CALIBAN AND THE WITCH, and MOON SUN AND WITCHES tell the same story 3 ways and should be read together, probably in High School. 1531 Quipa

NEXT LEVEL BASIC: THE DEFINITIVE BASIC BITCH HANDBOOK - STASSI SHROEDER

Last time I was in NC I became interested in the reality TV show VANDERPUMP RULES. I’m not sure entirely why, partly on the recommendation of the writer Molly Lambert, partly because I’m drawn to pop-reality TV when I’m back in North Carolina, dealing with the family. Either way, I got hooked and started watching the show here in Seattle, where it fits very nicely with the current Pandemic. I’m an essential worker with a stressful job, I don’t live the life of the people on this show but I do find watching them engaging. Almost hypnotic. The show itself is about the pathologies embedded within heterosexuality. It follows this group of aspiring famous people who happen to work at RHoBH star Lisa Vanderpump’s many WeHo restaurants (she is constantly saying she’s opened 33 restaurants in her life).  They all profess to want to be famous models/actors/musicians/dj’s but it’s clear that, like most people involved in the periphery of Hollywood, they don’t really care what form their fame takes. The show follows them as they fight with each other and sleep with one another’s partners. Typical reality TV fare though the location, in West Hollywood, lends the proceedings some interesting depth. WeHo is an affluent city (Hollywood is a neighborhood in the City of Los Angeles, West Hollywood is a separate city with its own mayor and everything, located to the west of LA proper) famous for its gay nightlife. Because of this the men on the show are trading on their looks and youth and hotness in a way that is stereotypically female. So the show is about women, Stassi first among them, trying to marry and have babies with these aging bartender hunks who are slowly realizing they won’t be able to trade on their looks for too much longer. They want their men to be hot and desired and work in this super sexualized field (bar tending at these Hollywood hot spots) but never to desire anyone but them. They want to move to the suburbs and have babies despite the economics of this being impossible. Or so it seems at first, but slowly the cast starts making real money from the show itself, allowing them to finance the types of lives that could only be aspiration as bartenders, a weird sort of extra-textual feedback that’s endemic to reality TV. The men are forever getting sad and/or full of despair, angst and alcohol then sleep with a rando to feel potent. The women are forever accusing one another of being sluts or (this comes up alot) sleeping with married men. Especially since this show is set in a very gay milieu (Pride gets its own episode each season), heterosexuality ends up looking insane. And despite the constant “Love is Love” “We’re so inclusive at Pump” etc. the only major LGBT (tho, we eventually find out a main character is bi) cast member (a trans woman) is treated badly and basically bullied off the show. All fascinating stuff. Stassi is billed as the main character early on (she does the intro voice over at the beginning of S1E1 that introduces everyone in relation to her) tho, this centrality fades over time. She’s the most maniacal about having a boyfriend and being in charge of her friend group. 

Her book, sadly, is a letdown. I did not expect too much from it. It was gifted to me by my partner, who also follows the show (but loves it less than I) and I would say my suspicions about a Stassi book were confirmed. She doesn’t understand what’s interesting about her. She thinks I want advice on being a basic bitch, which I don’t. She defines “basic” as opposed to pretentious and quality I did not find a lot of in LA but she’s obsessed with. 90% of the book is about why she shouldn’t be shamed for liking ranch dressing. What I want is autobiography stuff and stuff about the show. For instance, we do find out that when she first moved to LA, her and Jax, as 2 young hot models, got recruited by Scientology. Classic LA tale. But we get so little of this. Stassi’s dad is like a character from a Faulkner novel. He’s from New Orleans, like Stassi he sneaks liquor into restaurants in LA. He, however, smuggles his booze in a flask with a picture of his YT daughter held onto the flask with a rubber band. The Flask itself has a relief of a pistol on the side. He rails, without prompting against liberals and democrats. Her mom comes off as a real supportive attention-hungry asshole on TV but they’re hardly featured in the book. Which is a shame because it is very clear after seeing her parents on TV for about 3 minutes, why Stassi is fucked up the way she is. All of the Vanderpump cast members have nightmare parents (unsurprising) but Stassi’s come off the worst. Since I don’t keep track of the extended Vanderpump universe (twitter, interviews, Summer House, etc) I didn’t realize that Stassi’s podcast had been boycotted when she posted an Instagram with #nazichic because she owns lots of “SS” monogrammed clothing. She literally puts this in the last 3 pages of the book and just said she should be more careful and people should be nicer. A missed opportunity. 88 ranch fountains.

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FIERCE FEMININE DIVINITIES OF EURASIA AND LATIN AMERICA: BABA YAGA, KALI, POMBAGIRA AND SANTA MUERTE - MAŁGORZATA OLESZKIEWICZ-PERALBA 

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The tradition continues. Two traditions really, first, this one was again printed off surreptitiously at work, both because the library was closed and because this text is reasonably obscure. Secondly, I seem to be on a religious-studies kick, that this book continues. Tho it would be hard to think of a religious book more narrowly focused on my interests. I’ve made a Baba Yaga article of clothing, I have been to the main shrines to Kali and Santa Muerte (in Kolkata and Tepito, respectively) and frequently wear necklaces depicting them. Pombagira is somewhat new to me, though the book seems to think that she is basically a female Exu (a spelling I prefer to Eshu). I appreciate that most of the book seemed to be based on the authors in-person research into these deities. Novel deities, esp a figure like Santa Muerte does not have much up to date scholarship about her (esp. In English) and she’s so new that the way in which she is understood and venerated changes constantly. On the other end, the other suggests that Baba Yaga herself was once a powerful female divinity, perhaps associated with children and/or the forest, but has morphed and transformed over time into merely a monster. I do wonder if something similar will happen to S.M. The Kali section was the shortest and most disappointing. I believe this is because while the other figures are independent from a mainstream religion, either being quite new and officially denounced (Santa Muerte), or being from a marginal syncretic faith practiced by subalterns (Pombagira), or simply being so old the faith they were once a part of no longer exists (Baba Yaga), Kali is still fully within mainstream Hinduism and not marginal at all. I would wager that she is among the 5 most recognizable Hindu figures and there’s literally thousands of years of scholarship on her. It would be too much for the author to tackle that corpus in this single book, I’d only want to read such a thing from a real expert (Wendy Doniger maybe), so Oleszkiewicz-Peralba wisely gets in, highlights what she’s interested in, and gets out. The Latin American stuff, Santa Muerte and Pombagira,is the best part for sure. I’ve written a few things about S. M. and I think about her often and Oleszkiewicz-Peralba gets the closest I think to explaining her appeal and the “why now” aspect of her popularity. Mexico has undergone such a profound change since NAFTA in the 90s and then really kicked into overdrive with the 21st century drug war. And these changes have been insanely violent and rendered life very unstable. You can’t trust the law (corrupt), or the church (ditto), or politicians or even trust the idea that if you work hard and play by the rules, things will work out for you. But you can trust Santa Muerte. She doesn’t require you be a good Catholic or do they right thing, all she asks is your devotion. She’s ad hoc and ready to make a deal. This is why attempts to create “official” Santa Muerte churches have largely floundered while a shrine a poor woman put outside of her house in a bad neighborhood is the physical center of the cult. I’ve got a lot to say about this and how it dovetails with the way both Mexico and the world at large have changed in the last 20-30 years but I’ll leave that for another time. Oleszkiewicz-Peralba’s chapter about Pombagira was likewise very interesting, Pombagira is the deity I knew the least about going in. We do learn a lot about her connection with Exu but not as much as I would have liked about Brazilian syncretism and they ways African spirituality is refracted in that part of the New World. But, that is it’s own book. As for this one, I came away impressed with the breath of Oleszkiewicz-Peralba’s curiosity and knowledge. Certainly changed the way I think about some of these goddesses. 101 Death Goddesses

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1-900-HANG-UPS - ROBERT REID DRAKE

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It was recently my birthday my buddy Spike sent me some books (including a gorgeous and enormous copy of Chris Ware’s BUILDING STORIES) including this slim chapbook. I don’t know the author, tho apparently they briefly lived in Asheville, but perhaps not when I was there. Or, perhaps we did meet and I’ve forgotten, I can never remember meeting anyone. It’s a very specific curse. Anyway, I don’t read as much modern poetry as I wish I did. I’ve been slowly reading through complete works of Keats and Rimbaud, mostly because it’s the quarantine and they’re all the non-Carson poetry in my house. Plus, I like the idea of someone’s complete life work in poetry fitting into a single volume. All that’s to say that I don’t have the deepest background in which to place 1-900-HOOKUPS. I will say I very much enjoyed it. It’s a dozen or so pages of prose-y poetry that, to my ear, mostly centers around hook-ups and casual sexual encounters. The vibe you get from the cover, an advertisement for a gay call in line, fulfilled in the verse, with the theme of technology and sex being updated from mid-90’s(?) chat lines to instagram posts and text messages and online art projects. At one point Drake describes reading a text message as, “the black skull whispers.” When he gets an elliptical response from a man he’s messaging he asks,“do all poets talk this way to strangers?” despite the fact that they’re texting, not talking. It not all modern technology and love and sex and strangers and excitement. Drake includes a wonderful short verse about a particularly saucy El Greco portrait, ending with the line, “Staunch Faggot standing tall, the kind of man only a brush can touch.” Plus, there’s a mention of Guilford County, shout out to NC, take your shirt off, etc. Overall, excellent. I should be reading more current chapbooks. 900 beautiful strangers.

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HOW TO DO NOTHING: RESISTING THE ATTENTION ECONOMY - JENNY ODELL

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  Another one printed off a pdf at work. Even before our libraries closed indefinitely the backlog for this title was in the hundreds. I think I was number 211 or something. For whatever reason this book really took off a few months ago, she got on NPR a few times, the ultimate kingmaker in the SPL ecosystem, and now since I’m trapped inside I decided to print it off and read it. I can see why it’s so popular. It’s anti-social media but written from inside the tech world (Odell has always written about and worked in the tech field), it’s environmentally conscious, it’s breezy chapters fly by. It touches on a lot of themes that I’ve been interested in for years and years. In highschool I was obsessed (to an extent I still am) with a book called “DOING NOTHING: A HISTORY OF LOAFER, LOUNGERS, SLACKERS AND BUMS which covers the same ground but is less polemic and more historical. They both cover the classics like Bartleby, Diogenes, etc. DOING NOTHING does a better job talking about the nuance of “doing nothing” and how people have used “doing nothing” to resist the darker aspects of progress.  It’s also, notably, pre-internet/attention economy, which Odell is focused on. Odell is from Cupertino (more on that later) and has worked at Facebook and spent her whole life, professional and otherwise, in the tech field. Or more specifically, the social/information tech world, which has blown up in the course of her lifetime. I’m less interested in the mechanics of how these apps are designed for maximum addictiveness, and frankly, less concerned with the sorts of rich-tech people who feel like they’re spending too much time online or on social media and want a way to reconnect with themselves. Odell does do a good job pointing out how much of the industry that has sprung up around helping people disconnect or to do a “tech-fast” is a capitalist trick to get more productivity when you, of course, return to work. The worst example of this is the trend to microdose LSD to be more creative at your job. Nothing is sadder to me than taking LSD to work more. And Odell is correct that the people who tell you how busy they are all the time inevitably have a bullshit job and are insanely tedious. BULLSHIT JOBS by Graeber actually gets at this dynamic better and is another book that HTDN is adjacent to but worse than. The most clarifying thing about the book to me was something Odell elided and overlooked. Since I was younger, but especially since moving to Seattle, I’ve been interested in bioregionalism. Seattle is located in Cascadia, the Amerikan biogregion with the biggest fanbase (and perhaps the only one with its own name), and I’m generally for any effort to break-up Amerika, but there was always something about the idea that bothered me and Odell helped me put her finger on it. She writes about how she lives in Oakland but is from Cupertino and allows the concept of bioregionalism to speak of herself as a “local” of the area. She makes a similar point when discussing the importance of knowing what tribal land you stand on (another Seattle specialty) since Cupertino and Oakland are again part of the same tribal lands. This sort of emphasis is interesting to consider but erases so much it comes off as YT nonsense. Oakland is truly West Coast Boston in terms of who they allow to be “from Oakland”. These issues are interesting and thorny and we’re going to have to solve them if we’re going to deal with the larger environmental issues that Odell wants to tackle, we can’t elide issues of class and race when we’re talking about them. It makes all of this seem more and more like a rich person problem which I don’t think is Odell intention. I just wish the book focused more on people more broadly, rather than just educated Bay-area YTs in the technology field. Also, it’s very strange that both Odell and Jon Franzen have both written about bird-watching as an emblematic activity for an engaged life. Nothing.

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MOCKERIES AND METAMORPHOSES OF AN AZTEC GOD: TEZCATLIPOCA, “LORD OF THE SMOKING MIRROR” - GUILHEM OLIVER trans. MICHEAL BESSON

Very technical. I suppose I did buy an out-of-print book, translated from Spanish, about a less popular Mesoamerican God but long portions of this were boarding on too dry to read. Oliver gets deep in it, spending pages and pages evaluating different pieces of archaeological evidence, reviewing all of the 500 years of commentary, and passing judgement over whether or not the persona depicted is Tezcatlipoca. As he puts it, “due to the “elasticity” of pre-Colombian deities, their ability to change shape and become astral, human, animal, vegetal, mineral, entities and step easily over these boundaries we assign these categories; and their capacity to fuse with other gods, dividing into 2, sometimes 3 or 4 different entities.” aka this work can be tricky. Tezcatlipoca is also worshiped not just by the people who are historically called the Aztecs (but who are actually more accurately called the “Mexica”) but also by groups across what is now Mexico and central America for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. In the most provocative section of the book, Oliver highlights a connection that other scholars have apparently noticed, “Tezcatlipoca is supposed to have inherited his warlike character and his invisible and unfathomable nature from the Great Spirit of the North American Plains Indians.” I find such a connection very interesting and exciting but it speaks to how all over the place and how many holes there are in pre-Colombian religious studies. I like to imagine that the Mediterranean world was whipped out in a manner similar to the ancient Mexicans and then think about how one would piece together the aspects of Jupiter or even how you tell that Zeus and Jupiter are the same deity. But difficulty aside, this book is full of interesting insights and speculation about Aztec spirituality. I was especially interested in Toxcatl, the month of celebration for Tezcatlipoca, which culminates in the sacrifice of Tezcatlipoca’s ixiptla (a human who has been living as Tezcatlipoca for a year). The idea of a god being the sacrifice to itself reminds me of Chhinnamasta. Likewise, many of Tezcatlipoca’s aspects seem, to me, to be preserved in Santa Muerte. But that’s probably a theory for another time. I’m very sympathetic to the idea that the universe/fate is cruel and this should be reflected in the gods themselves. Tezcatlipoca both revels fates as well as mocks man for their misfortune. I find this much more in keeping with lived reality than the ideas in mainstream Christianity (tho, Gnosticism has some demiurge/Tezcatlipoca crossover it seems). Tezcatlipoca is also a sort of Shiva/Kali energy given his association with the ends of eras and cycles and ages. He was apparently behind the many prophetic dreams and events that overtook the Mexica before Cortez’s arrival. I think I would have preferred more of the high-minded theory and speculation and less on the nitty gritty of who this god is on such-and-such page of this-or-that codex but I’m glad to take it. Excellent god. 2 Death.

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THE LATHE OF HEAVEN - URSULA K. LEGUIN

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It’s all slappers from Yay-Area Legend Ursula LeGuin. I’ve now read 3 of her novels, which, admittedly, are probably the 3 most famous, and they all go super maney. I would say this is the least of the 3 (THE DISPOSSESSED and THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS) but, taken together, this is as strong a series of novels as exists in 20th century sci-fi. The plot concerns a man whose dreams become reality, but only he notices. Every time he wakes up, it is in a new reality, only he remember the previous worlds. Eventually a psychiatrist figures out what is going on and tries to use a machine he’s created, along with hypnotism, to manipulate the dreams to both build utopia and, of course, for personal aggrandizement. It really reminds me of STALKER, the greatest Russian Movie, in that it constantly interrogates the nature of desires and what it would really mean to get what you want. This book would also make a wonderful movie (addendum: I just looked it up and there was, apparently, a movie made 1980 as well as another version in 2002). It is perhaps the most film-able of the LeGuin (though I personally prefer to see a TLHOD). The book takes place in Portland (which becomes the Earth Capital in several of the timelines) and features a lot of Mt. Hood (the volcano erupts in several timelines). Always good to see the PNW getting some fictional shine. LeGuin is also frequently background environmental issues, which feels really ahead of its time. She also chooses to at least address issues of race and prominently feature non-YT characters. Basically none of the other YT sci-fi people do this, no one is more woke (a joke, what I actually mean is no one is more engaged in the real world that most people actually live in). There are aliens in this book towards the end that speak gnomically and seem to be sort of space-hippies. They really reminded me of the aliens in FIFTH HEAD OF CERBERUS. Like most LeGuin, there’s lots of Daoism. Lots of characters learning that they must not fight against a natural flow. Lots of talk about balance and the eternity of nature. Lots of Lao Tzu and Zhuang Zhou (the king) quotes. i’m pretty partial to “Heaven and Earth are not Humane.”. Excellent. Do I need to read WIZARD OF EARTHSEA next? 1 Lathe

ZEN AND THE BIRDS OF APPETITE - THOMAS MERTON

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The pandemic lockdown continues, the libraries remain closed, so I’ve had to dip into the stash of books I actually own. ZATBOA is actually a book of my dad’s, no surprise, that I copped the last time I was in NC. The receipt in the book makes it clear he bought it in ‘96. It’s been a while since I’ve read a book of Christian theology and it was interesting to dust off the ol’ Christian thinking muscles. It’s amazing how not for me this book is. I’m trying to put myself in the mindset of someone who would have read this book when it came out. It was published in ‘68, so basic non-Christian religious ideas (like, say, dharma, or meditation) were not commonly known by YT amerikans. Likewise, the level of Christian chauvinism was, somehow, even more extreme that it is now so Merton spends a lot of time trying to convince us that Buddhism, Zen specifically, is to be considered the equal, in terms of spiritual insight, to Christianity. This comes off as extremely strange these days, the idea of a Catholic priest being both a font of spiritual insight as well as a big-hearted world citizen, sensitive to other religions, seems like it’s from another planet. Merton is really interested in taking some of the practices and insights of Zen and using them as non-specific spiritual tools. He claims more than once that Zen (and by this I think he actually means Zazen, the practice of sitting, not Zen as a whole) can be removed from Buddhism and used as a sort of universal tool for spiritual growth. In some ways, he was ahead of his time. This has largely happened. Mindfulness and mediation and, especially, yoga are now common “spiritual” practices in the West and they’ve been basically completely removed from their place in non-Western religious structures. I’m not sure this is as easy as he thinks it is, or even if it is possible. I would like to know if he thinks a religious practice like communion or confession could be removed without too much trouble from their Catholic contexts and still be considered “communion” and “confession” still provide spiritual succor. He makes what I would consider the classic Perennial (one could say the error itself is perennial) Philosophy mistake of assuming all religions and religious practices points towards the same thing, despite the religions themselves saying the opposite. Take for example Merton insistence that the state of Nirvana or Zen enlightenment is the same as being a perfect vessel for God. Despite the fact that the Buddhist scholars frequently talk about emptiness and becoming a void and Christian writers are always speaking of being filled up with a personal, knowable god. It strikes me as quite a stretch to assume these writers are describing the same thing. All that said, I really enjoyed the back and forth with D. T. Suzuki, it was cool to see two masters of their respective traditions try to talk with one another, even if I disagree on how much they actually agreed on. I’m certainly prepared to believe this is due to anti-Christian bias on my part. The book also includes a really fascinating discussion on Paradise vs. Heaven. I had never considered a distinction but Merton points out Paradise is a state before a knowledge of good and evil, an innocence, while heaven is something different. That was a cool little thought cul-de-sac. It also includes this quote: “This is of course to be sought above all in the revelation of the Holy Spirit, the mysterious Gift in which God becomes one with the Believer in order to know and love Himself in the Believer.” I spent a lot of time inside of Christianity and I honestly have no idea what this is suppose to really mean nor have the mysteries of the Holy Spirit ever been described to me in these terms. Why would God want to know himself? Why would he need the Believer to do this? Likewise for God knowing himself. Very strange. 0 voids. 

TRICK BABY - ICEBERG SLIM

Let’s be controversial for a second: this book is better than PIMP. I know, I know, Iceberg Slim is basically synonymous with his debut novel/autobiography and it’s justifiably famous. PIMP is an amazing book. The lingo and vibe is unmatched, it’s a truly unbelievable historical document (while “fiction” most of the main characters are easily ID’d figures from the Chicago Black underground) and is the bedrock of so much art in the last 50 years. However, due to it’s status as a pseudo-autobiography, I’ve always felt the ending was lack-luster. In PIMP Iceberg Slim goes to prison as an older man (in his 40’s I believe) and decides he’s too old for the game and retires to be a writer (and to write the book we are now reading, like the end of THE HOBBIT). Obviously, this was great for Robert Beck, the actual person, but as an ending to the novel it’s a little lack-luster. TRICK BABY solves these problems. It’s very similar in set-up to PIMP. The framing device is that Iceberg Slim, the character from PIMP (in real life, Robert Beck’s street handle was “Cavanugh Slim”) , is in jail, considering suicide, when White Folks, the main character of TRICK BABY becomes his cellmate then, as in PIMP, he recounts his life story with an emphasis on the lurid details of street life. Unlike Iceberg, Folks is not a pimp, he’s a con-artist. He comes to Chicago, meets a bunch of older con men, like Blue, and lives the high-life as a criminal. White Folks gets his name from his YT father. He’s constantly teased and called “Trick Baby” tho we learn that his mother and father were in a long-term relationship before his YT dad couldn’t handle the 1920’s miscegenation shame anymore. TRICK BABY is lesser than PIMP during the middle sections where the older hustler explains the game (conning or pimping respectively). In PIMP this part is fascinating and profoundly bleak. In TRICK BABY this section is confusing since the scams they’re running, during the 30’s and 40’s (the narrator draft dodges WWII and continuously refers to FDR as a “fantastic cripple”) are hard to understand in detail. Often they seem to involve setting up a fake storefront, which seems impractical, or rely on the details of getting a check cashed, something I don’t know too much about.  But while the details are complicated the gist of the scams is that Blue approaches YT marks and convinces them to help him rob the YT White Folks or, if the mark is YT, White Folks convinces them to rob Blue out of money. The racism of the mark backfires, it leads them to trust someone they shouldn’t and their greed blinds them to the red-flags, and Blue and White Folks walk away. Unlike PIMP, this book has a more narratively satisfying final section. White Folks gets obsessed with a YT woman who doesn’t know his true identity. He eventually attends a party with the girl’s father and a chief of police (both YT, obviously) where the dad goes on a big rant about how the YT man has to control the Black population, not through brute force, like the ignorant police captain advocates but rather by cultivating and subverting a Black leadership class. Additionally, White Folks struggles with alcohol addiction in a way I found believable and engaging. All things considered, this book is easier to take that PIMP (mostly because the victims of the hustler are less sympathetic, both books are pretty violent and brutal) and while not as shocking and revelatory on first read, it’s more cohesive and put together as a book. I believe White Folks is the main character in another Iceberg Slim book, so when (if?) the libraries open again, I’ll have to grab that. I think I’ve now read 4 out of the 10 Iceberg Slim books. 92 long cons. As always, here’s a list of the street names from the book. I’m partial to Precious Jimmy and Trapeze Willie:

 

-White Folks/Trick Baby

-Old Blue

-The Memphis Kid

-St. Louis Shorty

-Dot

-Mose

-Felix the Fixer

-Nino

-The Vicksburg Kid

-Butcher Knife Brown

-Rev. Josephus

-Livin’ Swell 

-One Pocket

-Precious Jimmy 

-Old Man Mule

-Dirty Red

-Sweeny the Snake

-Slew-Foot Frank

-Princess Tanja

-Helga the Swede

-Black Kate

-Buster Bang Bang

-Trapeze Willie

-Hasting Street Harvey

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CHAOSMOSIS: AN ETHICO-AESTHETIC PARADIGM - FELIX GUATTARI

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 Another book that’s hard to get/out of print that I downloaded then printed off. This one’s a motherfucker. I knew this going in, I’ve been fascinated by the Deluze-iverse, which, like most Amerikans I discovered through the much more accessible Foucault. I’ve been through ANTI-OEDIPUS and fucked around with 1000 PLATEAUS and THE LOGIC OF SENSE but never in a proper academic setting and, obviously, in translation. I dig the vibe. It’s very heady, boarding on nonsensical. D&G will use technical scientific vocab in a metaphorical sense. They’re given to cryptic statements and paradox. You can go paragraphs and chapters having no idea what the fuck they’re talking about. Infuriating for some, but since their whole philosophical project is against totalized meanings or transcendent consistencies, the very form of the books themselves acts as an example of what they're talking about. Deluze is the more famous of the two, for reasons that aren’t 100% clear to me (because he wrote more?) but I’ve always been more interested in Guattari. Unlike the totally academic Deluze who taught college and wrote books and was that weird French thing of a person famous for being smart. As an Amerikan I cannot relate, we basically have the opposite system. Guattari interests me because he actually did something in the real world. He ran a psychiatric hospital for decades and pioneered new methods of analysis and less fascist techniques for running such institutions. It matters a lot to me that he was engaged with actual people, purely theoretical texts are occasionally interesting but frustratingly useless to those of us who work in this field. Also, this book features heavily in Erik Davis’ HIGH WEIRDNESS. Irregardless, you get what you expect from this. Large portions were really dense and inscrutable. Moments of it were brilliant and changed the way I think about some of the work I do and the people I hang out with (esp. the psychotics and schizophrenics). Additionally, Guattari is very ahead of the curve when writing, from the late 80s, about how new modes of subjectivity would be necessary to avoid an oncoming ecological crisis. He even coins the term “Ecosophy” to describe what’s needed. We might be fucked because we didn’t take the advice when given. It’s always fun to try to read something like this, it’s like maxing out weights at the gym, you’ve got to really be stretching and squeezing intellectually/emotionally to grok what’s going on. Additionally, I’m always a fan of complication and against metanarratives or reduction. Here’s a quote of him explaining schizoanalysis: “rather than moving in the direction of reductionist modifications which simplify the complex…[schizoanalysis] will work towards its complexification, its processual enrichment, towards the consistency of its virtual lines of bifurcation and differentiation, in short towards its ontological heterogeneity.” As a quick aside, does anyone besides folks in France, actually offer this type of analysis to the public? I have the same question about Lacanian analysis, They both seem like theoretical frameworks rather than real-life tools. Too bad, I feel like I could use this type of therapy. 1000 Plateaus

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THE ETHICS OF SPACE: HOMELESSNESS AND SQUATTING IN URBAN ENGLAND - STEPH GROHMANN

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I didn’t read this as a traditional “book” in the sense of bound pages I paid for. Rather, somewhat in the spirit of the sort of anarchist squatting this book reports on, I printed the book from a free pdf I found online.  All and all, a nice way to read a book, perhaps not as permanent as a traditional book but I liked the size and it wasn’t hardcover. Plus, since I work at a homeless shelter, I think it would be fair to call this professional development. Actually, it is my work that drew me to this book originally and it’s my work that colored my reading. The book is basically 2 things: first, it’s an academic, anthropological treatment of the issues surrounding homelessness (in England in particular, but this part of the book is broad and applies to the work I do here in Amerika). This part is bibliographically dense and theoretically engaged. The other part of the book relays Grohmann’s personal experiences with homelessness and squatting in Bristol. She’s a Austrian Anthropology student who slowly integrates into the squatter-scene, lives at various squats and gives us some interesting tidbits about the lifestyle, eventually lives in her car before getting a more stable job and finishing the book. I found this part of the book slightly less interesting. Besides my general complaints about ethnographies (too long to get into here) this part also seems like fantasy for someone from the USA. In England, due to centuries of property laws that Grohmann gets into, it seems pretty easy to squat. Any vacant home can be squatted and it seems somewhat bureaucratically time-consuming to evict. A true golden age. This changes during the writing of the book as right-wing English politicians change the rules in the country. I know things have been different in certain parts of the USA at certain times (look at LES in the 80’s) but in my experience, Amerikan squats, especially politically engaged ones, are broken up by the police, violently and quickly. Amerikans’ love and religious veneration of private property makes squatting abhorrent. 

The theoretical parts were deeply interesting and challenging to me. The parts about the ways in which social services and homeless shelters deploy defensible architecture and distorted engagements (defined as when the government or agency exacerbates the vulnerability of poverty or subverts the poors’ own efforts to transform and change their world) rings all too true. I see the us vs. them attitude in other care-workers as well as myself. Everything in the homeless services world (and I would argue the larger do-gooder-industrial-complex) revolves around a one-way I’m-helping-you-because-you’re-helpless mindset. It’s bad but it was helpful to see a more academic treatment of this felt phenomena.  Likewise, the scholarship around “social defeat” and the ways this defeat shades into mental illness, especially psychosis. The play between social power and individual mental health is very helpful in this neoliberal, your-problems-are-yours-alone-and-probably-just-brain-chemistry-here-take-this-pill age and way of thinking about mental health. I hope people I work with read this book. 1676 Squats

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THE DREAM LIFE OF BALSO SNELL/A COOL MILLION - NATHANAEL WEST

It’s not too often I get to finish the oeuvre of a certain author. There are maybe only half a dozen authors whose entire bodies (work-wise) I’ve absorbed. Now, by making it through this short book, I’ve finished the other 50% of West’s work. I can honestly say I loved them all. MISS LONELYHEARTS is the obvious peak but now I can say with authority that each opus slaps. Jonathan Lethem claimed that West’s unwritten works are the greatest shadow corpus in American literature and it’s hard to argue when someone goes 4 for 4 with novels before they’re forty. That being said, I think I like these two earlier, and much less famous, novels more than most people would. They are very ridiculous and not “literary” in the character-driven, emotionally realistic sense. In the case of TDLOBS it’s also quite scatological. Actually, the author it most reminded me of was Pynchon, full of silly names and style-pastiche/parody; the sort of thing that’s aiming for a smart-guy-goofing-off vibe. TDLOBS is about the titular Snell climbing into the asshole of the Trojan horse and then wondering around the insides of the horse (that are apparently like a non-wooden horse’s) meeting characters that basically just rant at him and give them their weirdo small bite, Canterbury-tales style. We get pamphlets, crime journals, poems, playlettes, letters, a story about a chain of biographies of biographers, it’s a lot. We never stay with any character, even Snell, long enough for them to grow real characteristics but it’s this whiplash that makes the book fun. It’s over before it grows tedious. A COOL MILLION is likewise in a strange style. I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone who’s read a Horatio Alger book. He’s had a very unusual artistic afterlife where the actual art he produced is basically completely unread but the ideas that he championed are thoroughly part of the mainstream. Perhaps because his brand of dumb, boot-straps capitalist propaganda was eventually repackaged to more success by Ayn Rand (who I have read and is quite bad). Irregardless, Alger was a tremendously popular author during West’s brief time alive and A COOL MILLION is a send-up of the Alger myth. You get the classic setup, where a poor but hardworking boy moves to the big bright city to seek his fortune through his hard work and gumption, but then West turns it on it’s head. Instead of a hardworking everyman moving up in the world due to his industriousness, Lemuel Pitkin, the hardworking and naive main character has a series of terrible things happen to him in his pursuit of the American Dream. He’s constantly exploited and taken advantage of, the All-American Girl he’s in love with is kidnapped and sold into YTSlavery in bizarre and somewhat racist (perhaps knowingly so? The tone during these parts, which feature a sort of Fu Manchu parody, was confusing) subplot. He is physically damaged and taken apart, losing toes and eyes and limbs, as he pursues wealth. He’s guided by a sort of demonic capitalist who was the previous President of the USA who seeks to reclaim power. Like all stories about a fascist taking over Amerika, it’s almost unreadable now because it’s so on the nose. The guy even talks about making amerika great again. It’s too much. I liked the novel, tho it’s probably my least favorite of the 4 Wests. I’d’ say they go: MISS LONELYHEARTS, LOCUST, BALSO then MILLION. Maybe I should watch the movies he wrote. 37 lives cut short.

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O JOSEPHINE! - JASON

One of the things I most admire about cartoonists is their ability to hone a specific style so that anything they draw looks like them. Frankly, I really wish I could do this. Jason has the obvious stylistic flourishes in that his characters tend to be BoJack style dog-men (other animals to a lesser extent) but beyond that his drawings have a cleanliness and spareness that I think of as both quietly sad and profoundly Scandinavian. I’m a huge partisan of his comic “Angst” where a character wordlessly waits for the bus.  Jason’s best stuff combines this drawing style with silly, genre-bending, sad stories. I KILLED ADOLF HITLER remains my favorite. This book, which I didn’t even know existed, was the last book I grabbed (along with a Nate West book that I’ve almost finished) before the library went into lock-down. Damn this COVID19 plague-world. No libraries. Irregardless, O Josephine is a collection of 4 short comics that are not connected. I wonder if they were published together in this manner in Norway or if this particular volume is a “collected works” so to speak. I would say I enjoyed most to least basically in the order they were presented. The title story is also the final one and my least favorite. It concerns a quasi-modern version of Napoleon and his love-life with Josephine. It was silly and funny in the way Jason can often be, but I just didn’t hit for me. The second story also takes a real person and presents a fictional autobiography, this time Leonard Cohen. I found this story much better, parts of it were almost Calvino-esq in tone. The first story involve a hike around Ireland. It’s the most realistic (I assume Jason actually went on this walk) story but I liked it much more than I thought I would, Jason is best at small moments and hiking basically only provides this sort of revelation. There’s no big reveal (except that Jason like Bruce Springsteen, a devastating blow). Finally, the second to last story is more typical Jason; it’s a genre/crime story attached to quiet, pensive characters. Jason’s style made it hard for me to tell characters apart and thus rendered the ending confusing (he’s also messing with the temporarily which doesn’t help). I had to reread the story to simply understand what had happened. It was more clear the second time but only reminded me of his better crime stuff like LEFT-BANK GANG or WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS. Not the strongest Jason but any Jason is fine right now. We’re quarantined so what can you do? 65 Blank faced animal characters.

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WORSE THAN SLAVERY - DAVID OSHINKSY

I suppose one can’t complain about a book called WORSE THAN SLAVERY  being too dark but it is bleak. The book purports to be largely about Parchman Farm, the state prison in Mississippi, which is justifiably famous for being a slave plantation, but is more generally about crime and punishment in the South, particularly Mississippi. As the quote that opens the book says, “Northerners, provincials that they are, regard the South as one large Mississippi. Southerners, with their eye for distinction, place Mississippi in a class by itself” which I think is basically true, or it certainly was when I was growing up in the upper-South. Parchman might rival Angola as the most famous, operating, American prison. And while naming a slave-plantation turned state prison “Angola,'' seems unstoppable, Oshinksy digs up some facts about Parchman that are staggering. Since the prison was supposed to be a farm, and since farms have to make money, the state made sure that the Parchman not only paid for itself but turned a profit. So, due to capitalism, the system gets squeezed on two ends. First, the “convicts”are brutally driven to pick as much as possible. Here, the scare-quotes around “convict” are important. The incarcerated during this period just seem to be any black person around. Oshinksky finds half a dozen documented incidents of planters giving police a literal list of men they’d like arrested to serve as lease-labor and they pass “pig laws” to ease the process. Remember, if the YTs in Mississippi actually thought a Black man had done something bad, the man would just be lynched. So overall they produced a system where there is no interest or concern about any crime against Black person (including murder), and serious crimes (real or imagined) against YTs is punished viciously and extrajudicial leaving the Black population of Mississippi in an outrageously violent world. Secondly, the state seeks to lower the overhead of the prison in both obvious and dastardly ways. The barracks and the food and the medical care were as bad as it could possibly be while still providing enough support to keep the convicts picking at the prescribed rate. They also employed the biggest, meanest (and, apparently, often developmentally disabled) convicts to watch over the others. As in, they gave these “trustees” guns (the normal prisoners were called “gunmen” since they toiled under the gun) and promised them that they’d get a Governor’s pardon if they killed an escapee. The state shuts this program down a few times before bringing it back when various wardens argue it was essential to the functioning of the prison. It seems like fiction. 

The book benefits from being about more than just Parchman. In fact, the prison itself isn’t built until about 100 pages into the book. The book is mostly about crime and punishment in the South from before the Civil War into the Civil Rights area (and mass incarceration. Tho, Mississippi prison are so famously violent still that Jay-Z is helping fund a class-action lawsuit of the type that closed down the “classic” Parchman era) and about Mississippi’s culture. Mississippi was always wild as fuck. You have to remember that besides being way down south, Mississippi was also the Western frontier for much of the period before the Civil War. As such, it was cut-off and attracted a sort of violent maniac bent on created a fortune in a lawless and through slavery. The beginning sections of the book detail how violent the delta was for YTs in this period. People were dueling all the time, Northerners would visit and they couldn’t believe how fast arguments would turn to stabbings.  Mississippi is also one of the areas where blacks outnumbered YTs, which, ask Haiti or the Spartans, created a brutal-even-by-slavery-standards version of chattel slavery that was unfathomably profitable. After the Civil War, the famous loophole in the 13th amendment meant that there still could be slaves, slavery just couldn’t be an inherited position, it became a condition of being a “criminal”. And, if your master didn’t “own” you, instead was merely “renting” you as a part of the convict lease program, the incentive that he had to not work you to death is now gone; he no longer needs you to last a long time. Apparently, much of western North Carolina’s railway was built by these folks. 

The most famous Southern (although lynching happened everywhere and were also widespread, tho they targeted different groups, in the West) racial control strategy was lynching which this book talks about at some length but is better explored in AT THE HANDS OF PERSONS UNKNOWN which functions as sort of a companion to this book. I’d suggest reading them together. Maybe along with THE NEW JIM CROW to build a sort of American crime/punishment trilogy. 

Finally, the book is filled with some truly insane and interesting facts. For example, Parchman, being totally uninterested in rehabilitation, invented the idea of the conjugal visit. You didn’t even need to be married or have a girlfriend, apparently they’d bus in local prostitutes. Likewise, there’s a very interesting part about YT criminals in Mississippi (who at first did not get conjugal visits), and about how they were celebrated and had songs written about them despite being cop-killers. Plus, the most famous one was named “Hogjaw” which is an amazing criminal name (his appellation was “The South’s Toughest Criminal”). Amazing and sad and interesting, wade into the darkness and read this book. 1 endless plantation.