This is the desired effect! 🙏
Posts by Chris Power
The cover. Title in white shaky handwriting on black background, above a red and white illustration of letters cut up and jumbled around (Post Dogmatist Painting #934 [2017] by Cecil Touchan).
REAL ESTATE My mother married a man who divorced her for money. Phyllis, he would say, if you don't stop buying jewelry, I will have to divorce you to keep us out of the poorhouse. When he said this, she would stub out a cigarette, mutter Motherfucker under her breath. Eventually, he was forced to divorce her. Then, he died. Then she did. That man was not my father. My father was buried down the road, in a box his other son selected, the ashes of his third wife in a brass urn that he will hold in the crook of his arm forever. At the reception, after the funeral, I got mean on four cups of Lime Sherbet Punch. When the man who was not my father divorced my mother, I stopped being related to him. These things are complicated, says the Talmud. When he died, I couldn't prove it, I couldn't get a death certificate. These things are complicated, says the Health Department. Their names remain on the deed to the house. It isn't haunted, it's owned by ghosts. When I die, I will come in fast and low. I will stick the landing. There will be no confusion. The dead will make room for me.
Grateful to @chrispower.bsky.social for reviewing Richard Siken's extraordinary book of post-stroke prose poems, I Do Know Some Things, which prompted me to buy it.
This week’s review, in which John Cornwell tells Ted Hughes to “please fuck off” observer.co.uk/culture/book...
Constance Debré takes the focus off herself, with interestingly mixed results observer.co.uk/culture/book...
Constance Debré takes the focus off herself, with interestingly mixed results observer.co.uk/culture/book...
I wrote about Ben Lerner’s simultaneously dense and nimble new book for the @financialtimes.com www.ft.com/content/db58...
I wrote about Ben Lerner’s simultaneously dense and nimble new book for the @financialtimes.com www.ft.com/content/db58...
Richard Siken’s new collection - written in recovery from and response to a stroke - is extraordinary observer.co.uk/culture/book...
Ha ha well I’d consider myself to have had quite a blessed reading life if The Maniac was the worst of it. Orengo doesn’t spend much time on Spandau beyond the practicalities of his writing on sheets of toilet paper (perhaps a link there to your opinion of Labatut’s novel).
I wrote about Albert Speer & Gitta Sereny via Jean-Noël Orengo’s You Are the Führer’s Unrequited Love observer.co.uk/culture/book...
I wrote about Albert Speer & Gitta Sereny via Jean-Noël Orengo’s You Are the Führer’s Unrequited Love observer.co.uk/culture/book...
Fantastic piece
31 years before Thomas Mann began The Magic Mountain in Davos, Robert Louis Stevenson finished Treasure Island there.
‘The women in this novel are without men because they have outlived them, or been spurned by them, pushed them down the stairs, or, in the case of a sex worker, simply quit her job.’
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“What a coarse, immoral, mean and senseless work Hamlet is.” - Tolstoy
No we’re aligned. Although I don’t find the print in mine too small. But jeez it’s hideous.
Do London people know about this on Thursday? Sounds amazing @chrispower.bsky.social
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Often distressingly in my sightline, that edition
A couple of extracts from my @theobserveruk.bsky.social review of Eduardo Halfon’s excellent novel Tarantula. Modiano-heads take note. observer.co.uk/culture/book...
A couple of extracts from my @theobserveruk.bsky.social review of Eduardo Halfon’s excellent novel Tarantula. Modiano-heads take note. observer.co.uk/culture/book...
‘The novel denies us solution, catharsis and, for much of its length, comprehension. Yet this is what it must be like for Cristina Rivera Garza, to whom, I suspect, all crime novels are unjustifiably cosy.’
@chrispower.bsky.social reads ‘Death Takes Me’.
www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
‘His shoes and clothes wore thin; he was so tired that, strolling down the street smoking, he did not notice that he had set his jacket on fire with his pipe.’
‘Despite the conventional set-up, Cristina Rivera Garza isn’t interested in fulfilling the murder mystery contract. Satisfaction is antithetical to her aims. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘦 is a book designed to withhold the pleasures of the genre.’
@chrispower.bsky.social:
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‘He stirred himself to go later in August, but the painting sessions were held up initially by rain, then by a minor accident when Monet injured his leg protecting some children in the forest from a discus thrown by English tourists.’ I could do with a little more detail here.
‘The novel denies us solution, catharsis and, for much of its length, comprehension. Yet this is what it must be like for Cristina Rivera Garza, to whom, I suspect, all crime novels are unjustifiably cosy.’
@chrispower.bsky.social reads ‘Death Takes Me’.
www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
Thanks Cory! I really enjoyed thinking and writing about the book. Reading it was another matter.