It would be easy for this blog to become a whirlpool, rotating obsessively around a small handful of writers that, to my mind at least, carve out a highly individual niche; perhaps a series of whirlpools that interconnect only at the periphery, and in doing so twirl off creating other eddies and vortexes. That sounds like a description of my reading mind. Two writers I keep returning to over the last few weeks, at night particularly, trying to understand why these two have captured so much of my waking and dreaming attention.
What is it that draws close the writing of Mircea Cărtărescu and Maria Gabriela Llansol? They are both European writers in the broad sense that they call upon a common pool of themes, myths and visions. Their writing appears, from what is translated heroically into English, to be marked by a transgression of genre, seeking instead to dance in the spaces between realism, magical realism, poetry, essay and analysis. Both writers summon strange figures to an oneiric imaginary geography, slipping in and out of the dramatis personae that is above all a way of constructing a form of hermitic autobiography. One could argue that their novels’ narrative fabric exists primarily as a device for reflection. There is also the space in which their stories function, bound not by a common conception of time but spatially, an amazing world where time sags and slows, dissolving into seemingly bottomless holes.
Both write in dialogue with ancient sources (the Bible and Ovid came quickest to mind) and also a strange world of literature that explores metafiction and intertextuality, inevitably hearkening back to old touchstones like Borges, Kafka, the Woolf of Orlando, even Nietzsche, and to writers I tasted and disregarded like Pynchon and García Márquez.
[The title of this post is from Roberto Bazlen’s Notes Without a Text.]
Happy to follow you into whatever whirlpool you choose, Anthony – your posts and quotes are always so interesting! 😀
Thank you, Karen!
This is quite an interesting post. I own Llansol’s trilogy so I must pick it up. What book (or books) of Cărtărescu’s are you circling back to?
In the same vein, you might want to check out After Adam: The Books of Moses. I purchased it before Christmas, but I have not read it yet.
Nostalgia. I read it in December and will reread again very soon. I’ve got the first volume of Blinding, but am saving it for now.
Thanks for the heads-up about After Adam. It looks very intriguing and fits this years theme, so far, very well.