Typewriters, Bombs, Jellyfish
Essays
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Essays on literature, pop culture, and more from the cult novelist and critic Tom McCarthy
Fifteen brilliant essays written over as many years provide a map of the sensibility and critical intelligence of Tom McCarthy, one of the most original and challenging novelists at work today. Typewriters, Bombs, Jellyfish explores a wide range of subjects, from the weather considered as a form of media, to the paintings of Gerhard Richter and the movies of David Lynch, to Patty Hearst as revolutionary sex goddess, to the still-radical implications of established masterpieces such as Ulysses (how do you write after it?), Tristram Shandy, and the unsung junky genius Alexander Trocchi’s darkly beautiful Cain’s Book. The longer “Recessional” examines the place of time in writing—how writing makes a new time of its own, a time apart from institutional time—while the startling “Nothing Will Have Taken Place” moves from Mallarmé and Don DeLillo to the ball mastery of Zidane to look at how art, whether that of a poet, novelist, or athlete, destroys given codes of meaning and behavior, returning them to play. Certain points of reference recur with dreamlike insistence—among them the artist Ed Ruscha’s Royal Road Test, a photographic documentation of the roadside debris of a Royal typewriter hurled from the window of a traveling car; the great blooms of jellyfish that are filling the oceans and gumming up the machinery of commerce and military domination—and the question throughout is: How can art explode the restraining conventions of so-called realism, whether aesthetic or political, to engage in the active reinvention of the world?
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Reviewed by Gabe HabashThe final sentence of McCarthy's first essay collection is, "It might just be that the final measure of a writer is not so much what they achieve themselves as what they render possible for others." It's a wonderful idea, and reading Typewriters, Bombs, Jellyfish is like receiving a map of all the space that art, literature, and culture have carved out for each other.Throughout the collection, McCarthy challenges readers to scrutinize his subject matter from unusual points of view. For example, he asks whether realism is really the most "authentic" depiction of reality. "The twentieth-century avant-garde often paints a far more realistic picture of experience than nineteenth-century realists ever did," he says. This quote is from the essay titled "Get Real, or What Jellyfish Have to Tell Us About Literature," which, like most of the collection, dizzyingly hopscotches from reference to reference: it begins with J.G. Ballard's Crash and continues to Ford Maddox Ford, Gustave Flaubert, Roland Barthes, Vladimir Nabokov, and Sigmund Freud (among others) before ending on Alexander Trocchi. This is the kind of book that deepens your appreciation of the subjects you've previously encountered, and sends you to seek out the ones you haven't.A few of McCarthy's preoccupations become apparent. Readers won't be surprised to discover that McCarthy, whose own novels are fundamentally referential (see Remainder's endless reenactment loop, or the "corporate anthropologist" of Satin Island considering how to cram the whole world into his "Great Report"), has a whole essay dedicated to Kathy Acker, the experimental writer who would "rework" famous literature in her books. Acker's "systematic assault on originality," he argues, is paradoxically more original than middlebrow fiction, which "endlessly recycl tired humanist clich s under the guise of originality." McCarthy has a propensity to fixate on what's just outside of the focus, or, to put it another way, deconstructing what the focus is made of. In the essay "Why Ulysses Matters," the focus is on matter itself, the base materials, waste, and sheer stuff that comprises Joyce's novel: "It's hard to think, outside of zombie movies, of a work more omnivoric.... Rats eat corpses; savages eat missionaries; Bloom eats cheese; cheese eats itself." In another essay, "Nothing Will Have Taken Place Except the Place," the focus is on what's missing from Ed Ruscha's photographs of empty parking lots: "What animates space is the trace of what has been excluded from it." In yet another essay, "Blurring the Sublime," the focus is the artist Gerhard Richter's trademark "blur," which, in fact, corrupts visual focus: "I blur to make everything equal, everything equally important and equally unimportant," Richter says.Typewriters, Bombs, Jellyfish is bursting with ideas; it is relentlessly curious, zeroing in on topics including David Lynch, soccer virtuoso Zinedine Zidane, "the time of fiction," On Kawara, and the "displacement" that occurs when language meets weather. It encourages you to examine contradictions and to consider that art and life and literature are all part of a sticky web that retains traces of everything. Most of all, it encourages you to look more closely. As Zidane says: "Magic is sometimes very close to nothing at all. Nothing at all."Gabe Habash is PW's deputy reviews editor and the author of the novel Stephen Florida (Coffee House, June).
