Volume One, Plagiarism
The Iron Man and The Iron Woman by Ted Hughes:
Poets write the best prose. Even not particularly great poets like Ted Hughes. The Iron Giant is one of my favourite films, and the books are fun, too, but much more explicit in their message (which is totally different to The Iron Giant’s commentary on the Cold War). I wish I could find the original illustrious for The Iron Man. They look incredible (see above and below).
Heart of Darkness by Joseph Konrad:
Some absolutely horrific imagery that puts Apocalypse Now to shame. The gruesome boredom of the wait for the boat—then the actual boat trip which is even more gruesome! Anything for that sweet, sweet rubber!
Dante's Trilogy by Dante:
Almost as great as Lucas’s Trilogy by Lucas. Almost as petty as Star Wars zealots.
I read Dorothy L. Seyers translation of Inferno a few years ago, but it's only now I got around to reading the whole journey. Unfortunately by a different translator (Longfellow), so I had to start all over again. Purgatory was my favourite part (very Empire Strikes Back), but Paradise was the most beautiful. This year I’ll probably read through all of Dorothy’s translations. (Technically, I think someone else had to complete Paradise for her.)
Idylls of the King by Alfred, Lord Tennyson:
Pure Pre-Raphaelite porn. Terrifically erotic in its austerity.
Birds, Beasts and Flowers by D.H. Lawrence:
I'm not sure if old boy was fucking the fig, or the fig was fucking him, but there was definitely some fig fuckery going on at some point. I love the tortoise poems. Bleak, terrifying, disgusting, erotic, and life affirming all at once. Pure joy. Just like the bible.
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman:
Mr. Regular of Regular Car Reviews on YouTube described Walt Whitman as being so horny he wanted to fuck the earth itself. Or something to that effect. I’m inclined to agree with his assessment. And Walt’s, too, as he makes a highly convincing argument for such an attitude in his wonderful poetry.
The one about him growing up and losing some of the joys of childhood without any regret is tremendous. Or is that by Wordsworth? I can never remember which!
P.S. The civil war stuff is brutal.
Slaughter-House Five by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.:
Amusingly Kurt Jr. cites David Irving’s figures from the now infamous The Bombing of Desden. But I digress. The book is monumental, but perhaps a bit too monumental for Kurt Jr. (perhaps if he was Kurt Sr. he would have approached it more maturely?). Certainly too monumental for a post-modern structure—yet I think that is part of its charm: confronted with such monumental power, what recourse does one have but to prayer, jokes and disassociation?
The Vegetarian by Han King:
Female authors love men with paunches.
I really like the realisation of the true orientation of trees by the titular vegetarian, and there are other moments of beauty, but the first part is a bit of a drag, and for reasons I’ve forgotten it doesn’t feel like the potentially shocking metaphor at the centre of the story is fearlessly realised.
The dinner date with daddy and all its diversions, as well as the consummation—or should I say pollination—of the artist and the flower’s lust, are all pretty intense, though.
In A German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
Yes, even lesbians love male paunches!
This is some great juvenilia, but it’s mostly sketches or stories that undermine the themes they’re exploring for dramatic effect.
Of the sketches, many of the ones actually related to the pension feature some solid conversations.
Of the stories, the doctor and barmaid ones stand out as being mostly successful: the former an amusing commentary on class and sex, the latter one the same, but frisky as well as fun.
I think there’s an attempted rape somewhere in there that is pretty amusing, too.
Tales of Power by Carlos Castaneda:
Just to make it an even 10 for the sake of internet list fans everywhere. Also for people on the internet, this book is your guide to distinguishing religions from cults. If you can’t tell the difference between this and the bible or what-have-you, then you’re at risk of falling victim to a cult. Not to imply discrimination between the two isn’t difficult: there are moments of wisdom and beauty, as well as bits of grooming. Carlos is welcome to seduce me, too—I assume his inhuman nagual sperm doesn’t carry human STDs.
Slaughter-House Five by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.:
Amusingly Kurt Jr. cites David Irving’s figures from the now infamous The Bombing of Desden. But I digress. The book is monumental, but perhaps a bit too monumental for Kurt Jr. (perhaps if he was Kurt Sr. he would have approached it more maturely?). Certainly too monumental for a post-modern structure—yet I think that is part of its charm: confronted with such monumental power, what recourse does one have but to prayer, jokes and disassociation?
The Vegetarian by Han King:
Female authors love men with paunches.
I really like the realisation of the true orientation of trees by the titular vegetarian, and there are other moments of beauty, but the first part is a bit of a drag, and for reasons I’ve forgotten it doesn’t feel like the potentially shocking metaphor at the centre of the story is fearlessly realised.
The dinner date with daddy and all its diversions, as well as the consummation—or should I say pollination—of the artist and the flower’s lust, are all pretty intense, though.
In A German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
Yes, even lesbians love male paunches!
This is some great juvenilia, but it’s mostly sketches or stories that undermine the themes they’re exploring for dramatic effect.
Of the sketches, many of the ones actually related to the pension feature some solid conversations.
Of the stories, the doctor and barmaid ones stand out as being mostly successful: the former an amusing commentary on class and sex, the latter one the same, but frisky as well as fun.
I think there’s an attempted rape somewhere in there that is pretty amusing, too.
Tales of Power by Carlos Castaneda:
Just to make it an even 10 for the sake of internet list fans everywhere. Also for people on the internet, this book is your guide to distinguishing religions from cults. If you can’t tell the difference between this and the bible or what-have-you, then you’re at risk of falling victim to a cult. Not to imply discrimination between the two isn’t difficult: there are moments of wisdom and beauty, as well as bits of grooming. Carlos is welcome to seduce me, too—I assume his inhuman nagual sperm doesn’t carry human STDs.
And now to ruin the top 10 list for denizens of the internet (is netizen a combination of internet and citizen, or internet and denizen?):
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne:
I wonder what one would have to write about today to produce such novelty based on a believable exploration of the earth. Probably it would still be about the sea. But that that might interfere with the idea the world has been perfectly mapped already, so we’ll probably still just pretend that one day we’ll be exploring space again. That is one awesome thing that came out of the Cold War. Pity it ended with it.
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson:
Much better than the short story for which she’s famous, but still not exactly great or anything. The psychological musing is a bore and most of the characters except the protagonist are terrible caricatures, but the house itself has its charms when it’s being mischievous, and there is something compelling in the relationship between the protagonist and her new BFF. Something compelling in the ending, too. I’m just not entirely sure what.
The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker:
And now to ruin the top 10 list for denizens of the internet (is netizen a combination of internet and citizen, or internet and denizen?):
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne:
I wonder what one would have to write about today to produce such novelty based on a believable exploration of the earth. Probably it would still be about the sea. But that that might interfere with the idea the world has been perfectly mapped already, so we’ll probably still just pretend that one day we’ll be exploring space again. That is one awesome thing that came out of the Cold War. Pity it ended with it.
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson:
Much better than the short story for which she’s famous, but still not exactly great or anything. The psychological musing is a bore and most of the characters except the protagonist are terrible caricatures, but the house itself has its charms when it’s being mischievous, and there is something compelling in the relationship between the protagonist and her new BFF. Something compelling in the ending, too. I’m just not entirely sure what.
The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker:
Apparently there was a scene in the film version (Hellraiser) of Frank whipping Julia. For some reason this wasn’t used in the film, but it would certainly have made the book. However it isn’t in the book, either! Just what the hell was Clive thinking? In spite of this terrible oversight, both the film and the book are pretty fun and sensuous assemblages of lust, violence, love and jealousy. They’re not very scary, though. Evens so, to use the terminology of the “PC” “SJW”s of the time, they’re real video nasties. Even the book is, because Clive’s imagery is pretty powerful.
Things I learnt from books this year:
Charles M. Schultz’s Peanuts is brilliant.
Apparently the Australian pearling industry was still using indentured labour in the 70s!
No matter how hard I try, I can’t find anyone who comes close to Herge in comics. Not surprising, as there are few draughtsman in real art and few writers in real writing who do.
Philip Larkin took some decent enough photographs, and although his nerdy womanising was eclipsed by Kingsley Amis’s, it was nevertheless enough to make the latter insanely jealous of him. When listening to sex rev revisionists, it’s always useful to recall the actual “sex lives” of people before it. Also, his parody of Hughes (of whom he was jealous) is hilarious. Something about God the Thunderer shatting himself with lightning.
Persian medieval manuscript illumination was much more technically advanced than the illuminators of the uncivilised, barbarous hoards in Europe—much more pornographic, too, but I’m inclined to say less sensuous than the Chi-Rho monogram of the Lindisfarne Gospels. Not to imply that Islamic calligraphy isn’t brilliant in its own right, but I’ve never seen such sensuous letters as those glittering so seductively in the Lindisfarne Gospels anywhere else.
Yes, it’s true. Unfortunately you can’t learn much from books. Oh well.
Here are the books worthy of talking about in some way or other in the upcoming Game Under series:
Flowers of Evil (both the Charles Baudelaire book and the Shuzo Oshimi manga)
Louis Bourgeois: The Spider and the Tapestry edited by Hauser and Wirth and also Louis Bourgeois: An unfolding Portrait by Deborah Wye.
Meret Oppenheim: Retrospective by Elisabeth Bronfen, Heike Eipeldauer and Christiane Meyer-Thoss
Surrealism by Mary Ann Caws
Poet in Spain by Garcia Lorca, edited and translated by Sarah Arvo
Wessex and Other Verses by Thomas Hardy
Rumi, Day By Day by Rumi, edited and translated by Mafi Maryam
The Romantic Poets by—you guessed it—the romantic poets, published by Canterbury Classics (I couldn’t find who edited it)
Paradise Lost by John Milton, edited by Dennis Danielson whose parallel prose translation I did not read
Japanese Death Poems: Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death by Yoel Hoffman
The Upanishads edited and translated by Juan Mascaro
Dr. Seuss Goes to War 1 and 2 by Andre Schiffrin and Richard H. Minear respectively
The Lorax and The Cat in the Hat 2 by Dr. Seuss
The World of Edena by Moebius
Nikopol trilogy and Century’s End by Enki Bilal (the latter with Pierre Christin)
Land of Love and Ruins by Oddny Eir
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
The Plot Against America by Philip Roth
Roadside Picnic by the Strugatsky brothers
Solaris by Stanislaw Lem
The Trial and Metamorphoses by Franz Kafka
The Authoritarians by Bob Altemeyer
How Democracies Die by Steven Livitsky and Daniel Ziblatt
The Dictator’s Handbook by Bruce Bueno de Mesquita and Alastair Smith
Nietszche and the Nazis by Stephen Hicks
Like a Thief in Broad Daylight by Slavoj Zizek
Survival of the Beautiful by David Rothenberg
Reaching the Animal Mind and Don’t Shoot the Dog by Karen Pryor
The Art of Beatrix Potter by Emily Zach
The Tale of Peter Rabbit, The Tale of Two Bad Mice, The Tale of Tom Kitten, The Story of Miss Moppet, The Tailor of Gloucester, The Tale of Benjamin Bunny by Beatrix Potter
The Moomin comic books and Finn Family Moomintroll by Tove and Lars Jansson
Whinnie-the-Pooh by A.A. Milne
Lyrical Ballads by William Wordsworth
Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems as well as The Eve of St. Agnes by John Keats