Published originally in and , these novels have had a recent resurgence of popularity and sales around the world. In his unforgettable debut novel, The Favourite Game, Cohen boldly etches the youth and early manhood of Lawrence Breavman, only son of an old Jewish family in Montreal. Funny, harrowing, and deeply moving, it is his most defiant and uninhibited work. The exhibition also features a wide selection of Ephemera and Limited Editions created by the artists in Beautiful Losers, as well as other artists and designers in their milieu.
This section includes album covers, shoes, prints, skateboards, toys, and zines. Her analysis is further extended to discuss the implications of such a development for both the theory of the novel and reading theory. For the paperback edition of this important book a preface has been added which examines developments since first publication. Narcissistic Narrative was selected by Choice as one of the outstanding academic books for — As a comparative study which includes the analysis of both English-Canadian and Quebec novels, this book provides an overview of the novel as it has developed in this country since the Second World War.
Focusing on narratological rather than thematic elements, the book represents a systematic application of the insights and analytical tools of reader-reception theory, in particular the models proposed by Wolfgang Iser and Hans Robert Jauss.
Placing the emphasis on the text and its effects rather than on the historical or psycho-sociological genesis of the text, the author invokes the models and paradigms of other literatures to establish a broader cultural context permitting the significance of a literature to emerge as a carrier of meaning in and beyond the culture that produces it. Tracing a critical path from Hugh MacLennan's hierarchic romance structures and Gabrielle Roy's social realism to the metafictions of Hubert Aquin and Timothy Findley, the author reveals that the novel's narratological features themselves are often closely linked with ideological positions.
Klein and Anne Michaels, reveal how these authors framed their early novels according to formal precedents established in their poetry. The authors discussed combine disparate genres and media to alter notions of narrative coherence in the novel and engage the diverse but fragmented cultural histories of Canadian society.
Punctuate his title as you like but T. Rigelhof considers This is Our Writing a declaration, an enquiry and an exclamation. As a writer of half a dozen, a reviewer of dozens upon dozens, and as a reader of a multitude more books, Terry Rigelhof knows much about writing in Canada.
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Loved each and every part of this book. I will definitely recommend this book to cultural, canada lovers. But modernity is a sticky quagmire of an ideology; the dialectic of critique and progress are implicit in its language and assumptions.
It's very hard to criticize modernity without coming off as just another modern liberal improver or, in the extreme instance, a modern revolutionary. And here I'll just remark on the paradoxicality of the co-option and commodification of the avant garde. When so-called modern art--which is a critique of an earlier version of modernity--itself commands the highest prices, has its own museum in New York, where can a true alternative art form flourish?
This is the sense, I think, of Vladimir Nabokov's remark that the purpose of the novel must be to prove that the novel itself does not exist.
But how is it done? Paradoxicality runs all through this argument. And one can only begin to speak honestly by saying, yes, we are aware that, in this context, we are trying to talk about ourselves as if we were not ourselves, that we are aware of the paradoxicality, and cannot avoid it. The first paradox is that there is in fact a tradition of "new" untraditional novels, that there is a conventional anti-novel that has pretty much existed alongside the conventional conventional novel all along.
The traditional anti- novel tends to take the technical expressions of commonsense bourgeois sensibility--verisimilitude, plot, character, setting and theme--and systematically ignore, subvert, parody and invert them. John Hawkes, the American experimental novelist, for example, will say that "plot, character, setting and theme" are the real enemies of the novel.
Related or corresponding event, recurring image and recurring action, these constitute the essential substance or meaningful density of writing. Bakhtin traces this playful and parodic novel form back to antiquity then up through the satires of Juvenal, Lucian and Menippus, through the curious social upturnings of medieval carnival, to Rabelais and Cervantes and on forward. It is comic, parodic, and in dialogue with some conventional authoritative form discourse or language --this dialogue taking the form of humorous subversion.
It is often earthy, bawdy, sexually explicit, if not obscene, blasphemous and revolutionary. It is the voice of the underclass, the marginal and the loser--all thumbing their noses at the toffs in their dinner jackets and fancy dress gowns. Leonard Cohen's Beautiful Losers is a novel in this latter sense, in this alternative tradition. The loser is the winner, the hero is both the villain and a victim of his own heroism. Plot is reduced to a parody of itself--it's basically a bathtub plot with no present action--with immense unexplained leaps, with bizarre and incredible turns Mary Voolnd's voluminous vagina and her doggy self- sacrifice.
Verisimilitude is explicitly shattered in the magical transformations that occur later in the novel, in F. The bounds of taste are trespassed over and over but never more so than in the Argentine vacation sequence in which Adolph Hitler makes a cameo appearance as a hotel waiter peddling human soap on the side.
The conventions of character and point of view are deliberately deformed: I and F. They end up having the same physical appearance, for example, both with burned hands and a thumb missing. But even more telling is the way Cohen uses repetition to destroy the concept of personal identity. As I begins to blend with F. The reason for these twists, parodies and inversions of conventional form is two-fold.
First, Cohen, in the anti-tradition tradition, is drawing the reader's attention to the fact that the assumptions of the conventional novel are simply that--assumptions driven by the bourgeois ideology of down- home realism and common sense.
But, second, he wishes to point the mind elsewhere. But this is where the greatness of Beautiful Losers lies, in its strange prophetic quality, its ability to excite the sensory apparatus, the nerve endings, in the direction of the thing that can't be known because it hasn't been thought or sensed or seen, the mysterious out-there or beyond that used to be called God but now isn't called much of anything because it doesn't take Visa or Mastercard.
The source of this mysterious excitation, it seems to me, resides less in these negative reactions to conventional form, than in Cohen's more positive inventions and adaptions: I am thinking here particularly of his use of the popular late modern rhetorical stance of the failed poet a la Kundera, Aquin, Christa Wolf, Kafka and Thomas Bernhard and in the United States Nathanael West among others and his rich and imaginative use of mixed form and parody--the form of the classic Roman satires of Menippus and Lucian and the proto-novels of Rabelais.
To take the question of rhetorical stance to begin with: modernity is in many senses an all encompassing system which, moving toward an ideal state, incorporates criticism as part of an ongoing dialectic. It is impossible to stand outside the system and criticize it as a whole. The conventional traditional novel narrates adventures of individuals within the labyrinth of modernity-- real people doing real things.
The standard plot ends with success or failure but most often with a kind of epiphany which is a burst of enlightenment, of learning, which advances the hero toward some version of Hegel's Mind. The stance of the failed poet is qualitatively different.
It inverts the values of modernity and reorients our gaze at the non-starters, the marginal and the incapable. Sainthood somehow gets identified with being completely incapable of managing even a toe-hold on the structure of the modern world. The modern saint, inverting every contemporary value, is muddled, unsure of who he or she is, self-defeating, contradictory, sick, and ignorant and fetishizes his ignorance.
Failure is a double sign. It is a sign of an inability to function in and manipulate the machinery of modernity, but it also intimates a different sort of knowledge. The most spectacular version of this is the narrator who cannot narrate, the paradox of a storyteller who cannot tell a story- -which some people find a little tiresome but which becomes somewhat more understandable if we conceive it as essentially a religious concept, as paradoxical as the idea of a saint or of God on the cross.
He's a limiting concept expressed at the edge of language. And so we get odd literary parities--the chant- like closing of Samuel Beckett's The Unnameable: " I don't even hate books anymore.
I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world. Borrowing money from me, F. Of course, he observes his failure with brilliant comic tone and lavish detail. Cohen plays with the paradox of his narrator's incompetence. And, of course, by the end of the novel, it is somewhat more clear that, by the inversion of values, to fail is to succeed and to succeed is to fail. The paradox of the failed poet, the incompetent storyteller, dissolves in irony, the double vision, and reveals itself as a clash of ideologies.
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