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15/01/17: VicLeka

Vic Godard & A.M.Leka
Exhibition: VicLeka
27 – 31 January 2017
GALLERY 46
46 Ashfield Street, London E1 2AJ

Related: 2014 review / 2002 interview at 3:AM

11/01/17: “Brutalism in Ruins?”

Prof. Christoph Lindner (University of Oregon) and Owen Hatherley
Fri 27 January 2017, 18:30 – 21:00
Science Museum, 165 Queens Gate, London SW7 5HD
Free entry

(registration link)

Adopting a transnational and comparative approach, Prof. Lindner will examine the connections between brutalist architecture, ruin aesthetics, hipsterfication, and the violence of globalization in locations as diverse as Beirut, Detroit, London, and São Paulo.

The talk will be followed by some thoughts from Owen Hatherley, an author and architectural critic. He has penned a number of books on urban politics, architecture and brutalism, including Militant Modernism, A Guide to the New Ruins of Great Britain and most recently The Ministry of Nostalgia.

It is preceded by a related panel discussion on the politics of brutalism (from 4pm – 6pm), details of which can be found here.

10/01/17: The Face of Stuckism

By E A Everall: 12 January – 5 February 2017
The Stone Space, Leytonstone Church Lane, London E11 1HG (@thestonespace)

E A Everall is a founder-member of Stuckism, the infamous international ‘outsider’ art movement. Founded in 1999, Stuckism originated as a riposte to the then dominance of ‘conceptualism’ and non-painting in general and is committed to the act of fine-art representational painting. The Stuckists are probably more familiar to the general public as the colourful crowd who regularly demonstrate outside the Tate in response to the meanderings of the Turner Prize. Behind this light-hearted façade, however, there lies a group of people with serious intent; witness the scores of exhibitions they have undertaken, often at prestigious locations (The Walker, Liverpool, Mayfair and Kent University).

‘The Face of Stuckism’ is an ongoing project by E A Everall intended to create an archive of portraits of fellow Stuckists. For this exhibition, E A Everall is showing the portraits he has completed to date, which are painted in a mildly heroic manner and are often accompanied by biographical notes and poems. The paintings represent the first few years of, what the artist envisages to be, a long-term project.

Related: Billy Childish (pictured) on Brexit for 3:AM (link)

04/01/17: Derek Parfit RIP 1942-2017

A philosopher’s philosopher, very influential and impressive.

His argument regarding the unimportance of personal identity led to these reflections:

‘When I believed [that personal identity is what matters], I seemed imprisoned in myself. My life seemed like a glass tunnel, through which I was moving faster every year, and at the end of which there was darkness. When I changed my view, the walls of my glass tunnel disappeared. I now live in the open air. There is still a difference between my life and the lives of other people. But the difference is less. Other people are closer. I am less concerned about the rest of my own life, and more concerned about the lives of others.

When I believed [that personal identity is what matters], I also cared more about my inevitable death. After my death, there will be no one living who will be me. I can now redescribe this fact. Though there will later be many experiences, none of these experiences will be connected to my present experiences by chains of such direct connections as those involved in experience-memory, or in the carrying out of an earlier intention. Some of these future experiences may be related to my present experiences in less direct ways. There will later be some memories about my life. And there may later be thoughts that are influenced by mine, or things done as the result of my advice. My death will break the more direct relations between my present experiences and future experiences, but it will not break various other relations. This is all there is to the fact that there will be no one living who will be me. Now that I have seen this, my death seems to me less bad.’

27/12/16: Top Reads of 2016: Hestia Peppe

The task of describing one’s or indeed any one experience of reading in 2016 is daunting. It’s daunting because, in a lifetime of heavy reading I don’t think there’s been a year when I read more. When I say reading I am aware now that to speak only of reading literature or even words is to place arbitrary limitations on a phenomena much more expansive than that. To read is to recognise patterns and relationships and to spin from them narratives that become the contextual framework we use to navigate reality. There’s a lot to read.

This year I read books in order to counteract the negative effects of constantly disrupted timelines and notifications and screen glare and codependency. I tend to read things as I come to them and seek out the connections between them as I go. These are the ones that were there when I needed them. I’ve pulled a tarot card for each because in this time of context collapse we need more complex points of collective reference than just ever cascading superlatives.

 

 

Elena Ferrante, The Neapolitan Novels (Translated by Ann Goldstein)

(The Tower: awakening, revelation, purification, breaking free)

 

I began the year late-to-the-party-obsessed with these books. Their narrative begins, as almost everyone now knows, in Naples in 1944 and follows two working class girls growing up under fascism and undertaking to educate themselves. For Lila and Lenu reading is as much a means of physical and material escape as well as it is a theoretical endeavour. The conversations I had with others reading these books at the same time that I was were some of the most hopeful and energetic I have ever had about a shared cultural experience. It felt so good for once not to be reading alone.

 

 

Simone De Beauvoir, All Men Are Mortal (Translated by Leonard M. Friedman)

(Six of Swords: moving on, transition, letting go)

 

A Christmas gift from my mother, that I read alongside Ferrante, De Beauvoir’s history of Europe as outgrowth of toxic colonial masculinity is a cautionary tale told by its vampiric avatar to an actress terrified by her own mortality. Coming on something like a post-war Orlando without the gender optimism, De Beauvoir’s misandry-in-hindsight has plenty of room in it to build a powerful though tragic narrative full of sympathy and tenderness and beauty despite a total absence of hope for anything but death.

 

 

Rosamund Lehmann, Dusty Answer

(The Hermit: introspection, wisdom emerging from isolation)

 

In April a friend recommended that I read Dusty Answer. It’s a sort of late Bloomsbury young/lonely-girl story – an account of a wealthy and over-educated only child’s coming of age and struggle with the out-of-reach-ness of others. In 1927 the book raised a scandal with its frank discussion of teenage sex but perhaps the bigger questions it raises can be read more clearly now. Is coming to terms with awareness and consciousness and self and their ruptures always to become entangled with others, and is there violence inherent in this sense making?

 

 

Anguish Language

(Five of Swords: hollow victory, honourable defeat)

 

Anguish Language, an anthology that “approaches language as a core aspect of the present crisis” was published in 2015, but I kept coming back to it this year. It’s concerned with the material conditions in which we find ourselves writing (and collapsing). The collection opens with such a dedication as to set this tired heart afire; “Too many friends have informed this project to list them here, yet this book is for all nameless friends who have been and shall be”. Its “Table of Discontents” lists essays, fictions, manifestos and poetry by, among others, Jacob Bard-Rosenberg, Anne Boyer, John Cunningham, Anthony Iles, Mira Mattar and Marina Vishmidt. This is a book which refuses to fall into the false confidence of at-least-things-can’t-get-worse and which, if there can be any such thing as an ‘us’ anymore, is an index of these times that we desperately need.

 

 

Go Tell It On The Mountain by James Baldwin

(Nine of Swords: inner struggle, responsibility)

 

Fluently intersecting accounts of a few tightly knit lives and how they came to be so converge on a cold winter day in Harlem in the nineteen-thirties. Though it’s the young boy John, coming of age, whose story frames the novel, every one of  Baldwin’s characters is, despite many limitations and misfortunes, vivid with agency. Perhaps the most intense description of masculinity, fatherhood, inheritance and legitimacy I’ve read, Go Tell It On The Mountain also demonstrates a commitment to women’s experience right through to the centre of the story. It’s about family, and church, and prayer, and the trials and struggles of mid-century Black American lives. Baldwin’s novel is a rapturous acknowledgement of grace that passionately and critically defies both secular and religious certainties.

 

 

Sarah Schulman Conflict is Not Abuse

(Six of Wands: possibility, recognition, communication)

 

This is a book about the parallels between traumatised behaviour and supremacist behaviours. Sarah Schulman traces harmful relational dynamics such as shunning, bullying and overstatement of harm through a cross section of scenarios starting with intimate relationships and working up to state level conflicts and abuses such as those inflicted in 2014 on the people of Gaza by the state of Israel. Drawing on theories and practices developed by social workers and the Schulman’s own experiences, the book has a rough and ready quality. It’s not so much a theoretical work as a manual for anyone seeking to nurture relationship and group dynamics, provide support to reconcile conflicts before they turn into cycles of abuse and encourage accountability in themselves and others. The book’s weakness is perhaps an oversimplification of the role of mediating technology in the dynamics described — there’s a naivete in underestimating the mental stress that makes shunning and blocking out others a viable coping strategy — but Schulman is absolutely right to emphasise what’s at stake and the harm that is possible. Schulman has courageously laid the groundwork for a conversation that is much needed and I read this book with immense gratitude.

 

24/12/16: Top Reads of 2016: Eley Williams

Books for which I was thankful this year.

 

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‘Monuments are interesting mostly in how they diminish all other aspects of the landscape. Each highly perceptible thing makes something else almost imperceptible. This is so matter of fact, but I’ve been told I’m incomprehensible: Anne, what do you mean that noticing one thing can make the other thing disappear?

—from ‘The Innocent Question’

Through sketches, fables and prose-poetry Anne Boyer’s taut Garments Against Women (Mute Books, 2016) rethreads the genre of conventional memoir and critical essay writing. Boyer addresses ‘the conditions that make literature almost impossible’ and submits history’s materials and strictures to extraordinary scrutiny. Memorise parts of this book, buy it twice, read it often.

 

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I do not think I was alone in finding the act of reading particularly fraught in 2016. Some nights I read gluttonously and some days I didn’t have the patience for anything longer than a paragraph. I resented reading and I resented not-reading. I read because I needed explanations, escape, comfort, rallying cries, distractions, apologies; I wished I could read everything all at once and I wished that I would never have to read again. For me, Common Rest (Test Centre, 2016) offered a voice for this sense of unease and confronted head-on the impulse to seek relief. A new book of poems by Holly Pester, Common Rest considers the confidences, wishfulness and vulnerabilities of dreaming through modern cradlesongs. I mistyped that word as careledsongs in an early draft of this description.

‘someone put me to sleep
backwards in the wrong
house you can look up
and still see a form of it
you can see it if you look
up.

(are you guys still together?
mouth to mouth)’

—from ‘Still’

The poems are published with a vinyl album ‘created from recording sessions of improvised vocals and various-noise making’. In these tracks the notion of a lullaby is realised through Pester’s collaborations with Emma Bennett, Nat Raha, Jenny Moore, Claire Tolan, Vahni Capildeo, Verity Spott and Vera Rodriguez. Delivering an unnerving, skittering complement to the written text, the poems and tracks of Common Rest mark a mesmeric, clarifying, welcome project.

 

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‘The first man took out the gun from his back pocket. No one was looking. He hated that.’

—from ‘Trypophobia’

Any contents page that includes titles like ‘A Short History of Creation’, ‘The Time You Cut Off My Hand And Then Prepared it, Pretending It Was Ham’, and ‘Tablescapes!’ has my attention. Published in 2015 and the winner of that year’s Saltire Society’s Scottish First Book of the Year Award, On the Edges of Vision (Queen’s Ferry Press) contains forty stories by Helen McClory. Every piece of flash fiction here reveals something fine-toothed and skirmishing, and this is a collection that retells and twists familiar myths and folktales with verve and dark humour.

 

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‘Home is a collection of contagious objects.

She licks the lid of the project.’

(—from ‘Correspondence as a Writing System’)

Correspondences (Oystercatcher Press, 2016) by Nisha Ramayya considers our age of connectivity and seeks to parse its networks: ‘Tantra may be understood as the knowledge that spreads.’ Much of the power in Ramayya’s second poetry chapbook lies its scouring and teasing of etymologies and the writer’s skilful pursuit of the routes and roots and routs of words. What is it to profess or pursue ownership over words and their exchange? An exciting pamphlet from this new writer.

 

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‘I try to move a large spider but am too clumsy and tear its body apart.’

—from ‘Regret’

The zine Encounters With Nature (2016) by psychotherapist and para-academic Charlotte Cooper fuses autobiography and nature writing, and provides an index for the world and for one’s place within it. Earthworms and hummingbirds and the intimacy of sudden portraits—a work of sharp, sure shocks.

 

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An Incomplete History of the Art of the Funerary Violin
(Duckworth Press, 2006) by Rohan Kriwaczek is a thorough, illuminating and completely absurd exercise in fabrication. In it Kriwaczek attempts to trace the evolution of a little-known chapter in the history of music which purportedly has its origins in the Elizabethan protestant reformation and is a ‘combination of pomp, ritual and spiritual expression’. Written with a mixture of deadpan alacrity and dogged harrumphing (‘Though I am both unable and, in part, unwilling to discuss the years 1841-59…’), the Incomplete History includes everything from a biography of Prince Rupert of the Rhine and musical scores to archival photographs and confectioner’s advertisements. A meticulous, madcap scuffle between non-fiction and creative hoaxes.

 

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At one point in Ha-Ha Crystal (Copy Press, 2016), Chris Fite-Wassilak provides this account of the speech bubble:

‘The ways into language are slow and sideways, regurgitating and tethering half-swollen noises, latching them onto passing shapes and floating notions. Sounds get tied to words, a set of letters in which the sound is held latently, to be woken upon reading. These tethers for sound are impressed onto paper, folded into newspapers, bound into books, lassoed into balloons. Language spreads: I grew up surrounded by animated, jabbering cats, mice, sponges and paperclips, never really questioning how they were speaking in the first place.’

It is with such an eye for detail that Fite-Wassilak explores both the deftness and daftness in language via architecture, film and anecdote. This short book contains a complex and engaged study of humour and the ways in which thought can form and unspool—ready your glyphs and your grawlixes and get stuck in.

 

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The miniature postcard-book edition of Nancy Campbell’s How to Say ‘I Love You’ in Greenlandic: An Arctic Alphabet (MIEL editions, 2014; repr. 2016) features a selection of Greenlandic terms and their definitions, each one accompanied by beautiful pochoir illustrations. The postcards include the words sialliluppaa, ‘to be surprised by the rain’, and unnuaarpoq, ‘there is no night any longer’. As the cards are shuffled and reorganized, one discovers a piece of writing that is part gloss, part game and part romantic narrative. There is tenderness in the simplicity of How to Say ‘I Love You’  but also something wrenching in its attempts to provide explanations for the unfamiliar and endangered. In her introduction to the edition, Campbell recalls leafing through a 1927 Greenlandic-English dictionary: ‘On seeing akaitsanga—officially defined as “take hold (of it) together with me”—amended to “carry me, please”, I wondered what circumstances had led an amateur lexicographer to discover such an error.’ Discovery, comfort and teetering escape: these cards gesture towards a sense of the momentous that lies within a considered moment.

 

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‘Rather than a transparent network of gossamer threads, the golden cape looked heavy and thick, like a priest’s robe. And yet it was made of a material that feels literally, of nothing. When I met with Peers he placed a few threads of Nephila silk on my hand. It was golden bright, but if I closed my eyes I could not feel it.’

Gossamer Days: Spiders, Humans and Their Threads (Strange Attractor Press, 2016) by artist Eleanor Morgan is a fascinating book that explores a cultural history of spiders and their silks. As a work of non-fiction I found it struck a perfect balance between personal narrative and far-ranging, rigorous and ricocheting investigation. Also a spider is serenaded. Filled with illustrations, pictures and academic research, Morgan spins a wonderful tale.

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In my laggardliness, 2016 was the first year that I did myself a favour and subscribed to various tinyletters—free stories, essays and observations delivered straight to your inbox. My pick of this crop includes activist and educator Sophie Mayer’s archive at http://tinyletter.com/sophiemayer/archive. Fans of Mayer’s work will recognise her blistering, intricate poetics and in each of these new pieces she combines theological, philosophical and philological sallies with precision and artfulness. I would also recommend David Hayden’s fiction archived as tinyletters and available here. His work has been widely anthologised, including in gorse journal and Winter Pages—sign up to be notified of new work at https://tinyletter.com/seventydys and receive glimpses of his uncanny, wheeling stories. Fall into their clutches, regularly.

 

 

23/12/16: Top Reads of 2016: Richard Marshall

12 of what I’ve read this year:

The Genesis of Neo-Kantianism, 1796-1880. Frederick Beiser. Beiser is an essential read and this is a great and readable book about an important sub-field of continental philosophy. It includes, for the Beckett fans amongst us, a chapter on Windelband, one of whose books Beckett read and from which he made copious notes.

After Hegel : German Philosophy, 1840-1900 Frederick Beiser. This is a tight little philosophy book about what went on after Hegel in Germany – sometimes the way people talk you’d think there was little of interest between Hegel and the twentieth century – well, this is a great little read and has some surprising women in the mix too that I’d never heard of. As always, a quick-witted and enormously erudite book by one of the best philosophers of this sub-field. Read anything you can get hold of by him. Incredibly good.

Chernobyl Prayer : A Chronicle of the Future. Svetlana Alexievich. Perhaps the most moving read I’ve had since Nadezhda Mandelstam’s Hope Against Hope many years ago. If there was just one book that I’d urge others to read it would be this. It’s a necessary book. There aren’t many of those.

Second-Hand Time. Svetlana Alexievich. A detonating insight into what former citizens of the Soviets are thinking. Unsettles glib judgments about reading itself, among other things, and gives a deeper backcloth for assessing Putin’s Russia.

One : Being an Investigation into the Unity of Reality and of its Parts, Including the Singular Object Which is Nothingness. Grahame Priest. I read this early on in the year. Priest is our leading paraconsistent logician and dialetheist(he thinks contradictions exist) and this is a fascinating book about where this view leaves us.

Constructing the World . David Chalmers. Only just making my way through this. This is an incredible book really, an attempt to do philosophy in the grand style, constructing a huge system of everything via Carnap’s initial attempt at analytical empiricism.

Nietzsche on Morality. Brian Leiter. A classic of Nietzsche studies and updated this year, it’s a model of how continental philosophy should be done. Leiter reads Nietzsche carefully and argues with clarity, precision and a nimble enjoyment of Nietzsche’s wickedness.

The Combinations. Louis Armand. A gargantuan book, set in Prague, one of those plenum giants that continue to intrigue well after the reading has stopped.

I hate the Internet. Jarett Kobak. Kobak’s dirty little bomb of a book, detonating a herd of sacred cows.

Blindspots. Roy Sorensen. Sorensen is one of my favourite philosophers, effortlessly turning thoughts to paradox and epistemological limits through imaginative philosophy of language. I reread this recently and it seemed as fresh and productive as it was when I first came across it. Philosophical twists at the highest level.

Blue Octavo Notebooks. Franz Kafka. I read these near the end of the year and it was like reading the complete works in miniature. Terrifying and alarmingly affecting.

Dostoevsky : The Years of Ordeal, 1850-1859. Joseph Frank. I heard Frank on the radio in about 1975 talking about Dostoevsky and his attempt to write the good man into literature. His Dostoevsky biography is a towering achievement, as the cliche has it. I read this volume this year and as always was amazed. Read with the Alexievich it remains immensely important and prescient as Putin’s brand of old-style Russian Nationalism begins to erupt.

The Collected Poems of Samuel Beckett. edited by Sean Lawloe and John Pilling. Beckett’s poems get a mixed reaction from readers but his translations of Eluard are wonderful. This is a great volume with superb footnotes to help navigation through the turmoils.

22/12/16: Top Reads of 2016: Dustin Illingworth

I spent 2016 writing (well, rewriting) a novel—a grueling, often dispiriting process. The books on this list, then, were not merely brilliant reading experiences, but rather something like lifelines, mantras, affirmations. I carried them to restaurants and bars, I read them on planes, I kept them at my desk as if mere proximity might convey something of their beauty and texture to my own work. This year I was reminded daily that, at its best, literature is talismanic. In no particular order, here are the best things I read in 2016.

 

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The Lime Twig, John Hawkes (New Directions)

“You suffer The Lime Twig like a dream,” wrote Flannery O’Connor. “It seems to be something that is happening to you, that you want to escape from but can’t.” In an oeuvre of jewels, The Lime Twig is Hawkes’ onyx, the surreal tale of a bored couple tricked into fronting a racehorse scheme. Reading it is like sinking into a pit of tar, too entranced by the iridescent bubbles to notice the approach of extinction.

 

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Outline, Rachel Cusk (Farrar, Straus and Giroux)

With admiration and then awe, I first read Outline when it was serialized in the Paris Review. Having returned to it again this year, I can happily report that it has lost none of its uncanny power—a beautifully aseptic quality, like a pane of chilled glass. Outline’s narrator is a remarkable achievement, a virtuosity of distance. That the world refracts so richly through this exquisitely opaque lens is a mark of Cusk’s genius.

 

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Dodge Rose, Jack Cox (Dalkey Archive)

The first book I read in 2016 also happened to be my favorite novel of the year. Jack Cox’s debut is a High Modernist wonder, richly allusive, funny, erudite, and sad. I wrote about it for 3:AM Magazine, which you can read here if you’re so inclined.

 

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The Journals of John Cheever (Vintage)

I kept Cheever’s journals on my bedside table the way others might keep a bible, a gun, a flask—for protection and peace of mind. Dipping into one entry, I’d find myself on the other side of thirty pages, nourished as after a fine meal. As much as I adore his stories and novels, I’m convinced that these howling, tender, gin-soaked journals are Cheever’s actual magnum opus.

 

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Dusk and Other Stories, James Salter (Modern Library)

Salter is the English prose stylist par excellence. This lethally gorgeous collection is an atmospheric master class in erotic tension and human failure. “American Express,” “The Destruction of the Goetheanum,” and “The Cinema” are among the finest stories I’ve ever read.

 

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In the Café of Lost Youth, Patrick Modiano (NYRB)

Modiano’s work occupies a particular sweet spot for me, an intersection of obsessive, Proustian memory and noirish ambience. In just over a hundred pages, four different narrators circle elliptically through a wash of recollections, struggling to make sense of a café—a point of stasis in a hazily drifting Paris—and a mysterious young woman named Louki. A richer aesthetics of memory you will not find.

 

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The Public Burning, Robert Coover (Grove)

Coover’s deep dive into the filth and fantasy of the American dream—sprawling, parodic, righteous, ribald—was a brilliant end-of-year read for me. I remain afraid that art’s response to Trump will be heavy-handed and overly didactic. The Public Burning shows how a consummate artist transmuted his own dissatisfaction with the country into a replenishing, wickedly funny, morally serious masterpiece. May it be something of a template for us all in spirit if not in form.

 

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Sleepless Nights, Elizabeth Hardwick (NYRB)

In this intensely compressed, hauntingly beautiful novel, Hardwick offers an array of gorgeous miniatures that slowly erode the line between acts of documentation and acts of fiction. The calm fatality of her depictions of womanhood and the undertow of family are unmatched. “Her sentences are burned in my brain,” Sontag once wrote. This book is a scarring one should seek out.

 

Dustin Illingworth is a contributing editor for 3:AM Magazine.

: Top Reads of 2016: Mark de Silva

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Yuri Herrera’s novels seem to me not merely good or even very good, but something much more rare: consequential. Signs Preceding the End of the World (2015) and The Transmigration of Bodies (2016) are metaphysical noir exhibiting intense allegorical compression—both come in around 100 pages—while remaining convincingly grounded in the borderlands of this world. These books, particularly Signs, must be some of the most important recently published in English.

The Buried Giant might be another. Ishiguro is at his most transgressive here,treating evil dragons and questing knights without even a trace of whimsy. Rather, for him it is the stuff of high tragedy and metaphysical rumination. I would put this next to The Unconsoled as Ishiguro’s greatest achievement.

Jordan Zandi’s debut poetry collection Solarium is a balancing act through and through: it’s certainly not short on whimsy, but it’s also never cute. The language is simple but never the thinking or feeling. And it’s personal and lyrical yet free of forced intimacy.

Equivocus is an unparagraphed essay by the artist and writer Angie Keefer, published in pamphlet form by Moma PS1 earlier this year. It seamlessly links art history to lexicography to poetry to religion to mathematics to philosophy to. . . . It’s a short work, thirty-some unnumbered pages, with narrow margins, and it covers an enormous amount of ground. Somehow it revels through it all in extreme specificity. It is terribly impressive. With a bit of luck, the new year will bring some of her work to 3:AM.

The Restless Supermarket was published a couple of years ago. It’s served as my introduction to Ivan Vladislavic. It offers a joyously caustic portrait of Johannesburg that reminds me of Money-era Martin Amis. I’m not normally one for satire but this one is very good. And I’m told it’s not even his best book.

I’ve learned a lot about the novel form from Alain Robbe-Grillet over the years, so I thought I’d try one of his last works, A Sentimental Novel, which is very much not. In fact, it so lovingly and relentlessly describes the author’s brutal sexual fantasies, often involving very young girls, that some have questioned whether he was all there in his final years when he wrote this. It’s hard to say, though the French do have a long tradition of fiction that treads this territory (Sade, Blanchot, Bataille, and the like). So I suspect not. In any case, though the substance of the book can be difficult to stomach, the baroque elegance on display in the writing should get you through it all the same.

A tiny pocket-sized book from Princeton Architectural Press was a real pleasure: Unlearning to Draw by Peter Jenny. It’s a free-form how-to book full of off-the-cuff wisdom on art and other matters: most of all, about how courting misunderstanding is just part of what being an artist involves.

Finally, my favorite work of aesthetic theory I read this year is Giorgio Agamben’s The Man Without Content. Agamben is most well known as a social and political thinker, so it’s fascinating see how those ideas ramify on his view on art. It may not surprise you to know that museum culture and the principle of disinterested pleasure that undergirds it are not to his taste. Nietzsche before Kant.

 

Mark de Silva is a contributing editor at 3:AM Magazine.

18/12/16: Top Reads of 2016: Andrew Gallix

 

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My book of the year was Claire-Louise Bennett’s Pond, which, technically, came out in 2015, but has haunted me ever since first reading it. This is where the future of fiction in English is being written. Joanna Walsh is also pushing back boundaries in both fiction (Vertigo) and nonfiction (Hotel). With Hot Milk, Deborah Levy produced a worthy successor to her classic Swimming Home. With Feeding Time, Adam Biles has turned into a force to be reckoned with. Agustín Fernández Mallo’s Nocilla trilogy (Fitzcarraldo have brought out the first two volumes) is in a league of its own, as is Diane Williams’s Fine, Fine, Fine, Fine, Fine collection of shorts. Sam Coll’s The Abode of Fancy, written when he was a 20-year-old undergraduate at Trinity College, is a 500-page contemporary picaresque which will blow your mind. Stuart Jeffries’ Grand Hotel Abyss: The Lives of the Frankfurt School tops my nonfiction list, along with Dan Fox’s essay on Pretentiousness. Iain Sinclair’s My Favourite London Devils, a series of author portraits, was a delightful surprise.

 

Andrew Gallix is co-editor-in-chief and owner of 3:AM Magazine.