There's a complicated aesthetic experience you have to go through when you're reading Maus. The subject is presented really well--the form and structuThere's a complicated aesthetic experience you have to go through when you're reading Maus. The subject is presented really well--the form and structure and style and content--it all lives up to any critical standard you could put it to. When books don't reach this level of critical standards it is often hilariously easy to read them, like watching bad TV on netflix. Good books are *sometimes* easy to read, when they sort of sing and thrill along with you (Middlemarch for example.) Other books present a constant stomach ache and worry-knot. The enjoyment a reader feels when reading them is oddly subverted by the discomfort of subject matte--hence the stomach ache and bile. And I don't mean that the Holocaust is an uncomfortable subject, the Holocaust is a terrifying nauseating subject uncomfortable doesn't begin to speak of it.
Anyway it's like eating a really awesome plum tart while looking at photos of starving people. Your brain will probably just not know what to do with itself. ...more
It's a bad habit of mine to stop in the middle of reading a book and consider, would I put this in my imaginary coml seminar? For example I would alw
It's a bad habit of mine to stop in the middle of reading a book and consider, would I put this in my imaginary coml seminar? For example I would always strongly consider Frankenstein and The World Republic of Letters but I would ultimately probably only excerpt this.
It's a good book; I'm immediately suggesting it to some coml people I know but it wanders and falls off track here and there and since I don't agree with some of Bautmans attitudes towards writing literature and life I can't endorse it as much as I wanted to.
I wish it had been more if a memoir, more like Barnards Assault on Mount Helicon, and less like an indulgent talk show monologue. But the genre literary theory cum memoir cum reflections on Russian literature is scarce and this is definitely better than a lot of journalistic like nonfiction I have read (the art I'd being lost for example)...more