{"id":65460,"date":"2014-05-02T09:00:31","date_gmt":"2014-05-02T09:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/?p=65460"},"modified":"2014-04-29T17:39:29","modified_gmt":"2014-04-29T17:39:29","slug":"another-day-another-dollar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/another-day-another-dollar\/","title":{"rendered":"Another day, another dollar"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Marc Farrant.<\/p>\n<p><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-65462\" title=\"rsz_pieter_bruegel_de_oude_-_de_val_van_icarus\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/rsz_pieter_bruegel_de_oude_-_de_val_van_icarus.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"590\" height=\"377\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/rsz_pieter_bruegel_de_oude_-_de_val_van_icarus.jpg 590w, https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/rsz_pieter_bruegel_de_oude_-_de_val_van_icarus-300x191.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 590px) 100vw, 590px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ukcatalogue.oup.com\/product\/9780199681259.do\"><strong><em>Against the Event<\/em><\/strong><em>: <strong>The Everyday and the Evolution of Modernist Narrative<\/strong><\/em><\/a><strong>, Michael Sayeau, Oxford University Press<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u201cEvery mere <em>ism<\/em> is a misunderstanding and the death of history&#8221; \u2013 Martin Heidegger, <em>What is a Thing?<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>A good rule for good literature might be this: that the best writing is that which renders the inconsequential with the greatest consequence\u2014since what else would be more worthy of merit? This logic appears to find its apotheosis in Gustave Flaubert&#8217;s striving to create an aesthetics of \u201cnothing&#8221; (after all, \u201cthe finest books are those which have the least subject matter.&#8221;) That this impulse is not only perceivable through an investigation of the question of time, but that time itself (as both an experience and concept) structures this very impulse from the beginning, is precisely what Michael Sayeau sets out to prove in <em>Against the Event<\/em>. As such, Sayeau&#8217;s work can itself be considered timely, or representative of a contemporary \u2018return to time&#8217; in both philosophical and literary discourses (from Zizek&#8217;s and Badiou&#8217;s recent thinking of the \u2018event&#8217; to literary models of \u201ceveryday studies&#8221;).<\/p>\n<p>This logic has often been associated with the various dynamics of modernism; that is, an acute and self-conscious sensation of cataclysmic change combined with an increased awareness of new forms and regimes of life dictated by repetition, instrumentalized progress, and subjective stasis. Modernism takes the form of a concatenating fervour of upheaval, laced with a bracing and ubiquitous numbness of affect and thought. The event, in Sayeau&#8217;s formulation, takes place on the plane of the everyday (it is marked as an event by being precisely not of the everyday) and, as such, the heightened events of modernism thus register an ever intensified engagement with the everyday (and, logically, vice versa).<\/p>\n<p>Something of this modernist logic informs Nietzsche&#8217;s vehement attack on 19th century historicism, but takes on an aporetic quality as a reversal of the above. To disentangle ourselves from an endless articulation of the past-as-origin, Nietzsche promotes a sense of embodied animal life, defined through a capacity to forget. Yet this admonition to forget for the sake of a more radical modernity is paradoxically entangled within a sense of historical causality; one has to remember to forget what one wants to forget. This double-bind of \u2018the event&#8217; and \u2018the everyday&#8217; pervades Sayeau&#8217;s chosen authors as both a crisis and an opportunity, and is presented in a narrative that runs from Flaubert to H. G. Wells to Joseph Conrad and, finally, James Joyce. Throughout, Sayeau seeks to transform our canonical (and misguided) linkage between formal modernist innovation and <em>actual<\/em> (empirical, social, political)<strong> <\/strong>change. Modernity is defined just as much by what failed to happen as by what actually did occur. Indeed, the eagle-eyed reader will spot the central thesis appositely adorned on the book&#8217;s cover (which features an image of Pieter Brueghel the Elder&#8217;s <em>Landscape with the Fall of Icarus<\/em>).<em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p>The work opens with a masterful and expansive theoretical introduction which, <em>\u00c3\u00a0 la <\/em>Nietzsche, grapples with the sheer \u201cineffability&#8221; of the concept of the everyday. That the everyday evades the philosophical question \u2018what is?&#8217; (since \u201cit is a concept that is coherent only when rendered in relation to what is not everyday&#8221;) helps to elucidate the originality behind Sayeau&#8217;s assertion that it is at base \u201ca literary phenomenon, a type of temporal experience entangled from the start in the application of narrative models to lived time.&#8221; The everyday is, however, primarily explored in the subsequent literary chapters \u201cthrough an analysis of that which opposes or negates it: the event&#8221;. The event is initially presented through a host of theoretical figures, from Heidegger&#8217;s <em>Augenblick, <\/em>to Benjamin&#8217;s <em>Jetztzeit, <\/em>and through the post-structural thinking of difference identified in the work of Deleuze, Derrida and Badiou. This is cleverly sketched out within a framework of <em>modern <\/em>thought itself, whereby, despite categorical differences between philosophies, this prolific engagement with the thinking of the event allows Sayeau to return to the very question of literature as that which embodies (rather than simply emblematizes) the difficulty of the central notions:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>the philosophical struggle to instantiate a gap into the \u2018plane of immanence&#8217; or the quid-pro-quoing of the everyday, is not only symptomatic of a period in which grave doubts emerge about human agency and subjective intentionality, but further stands as a symptomatic outbreak of the very <em>literariness <\/em>that literature itself would turn against with modernism.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Sayeau&#8217;s examination of the \u201canti-evental turn of narrative&#8221; begins with a captivating diagnosis of the condition of <em>bovarisme<\/em>. Flaubert&#8217;s <em>Madame Bovary <\/em>exhibits precisely the formalistic subversion of entrenched realist mandates (notably the link between \u201ctellability&#8221; and \u201ceventfulness&#8221;) that characterises Sayeau&#8217;s \u201canti-evental&#8221; modernism. Yet it is precisely Flaubert&#8217;s rendering of <em>too much<\/em> \u2018real&#8217; (and the concomitant failure of the romantic occurrence) that provides the work with its anti-evental energy. Thus, Emma&#8217;s <em>bovarisme <\/em>reflects the double-bind of the central thesis: \u201cJust as Flaubert is driven to terror by the call to conform to pre-existing models of literary genius <em>and <\/em>simultaneously to create works that are entirely new&#8230;his greatest character is likewise caught up in the abyssal teleology of an imperfectly\u2014or all too perfectly\u2014plagiarized life.&#8221; <em>Bovarisme<\/em> represents the affective parallel of ecstasy and numbness characteristic of Sayeau&#8217;s opposition between the event and the everyday. Emma&#8217;s malady is above all a reading disorder, yet as Sayeau argues, the <em>way<\/em> she reads has often evaded critical attention. This is to \u201c<em>erleben <\/em>the <em>Erfahrung<\/em>&#8220;, to do the impossible, to grasp time itself (\u201cthe occurence becomes tangible only with and through repetition, by its transmediation from ineffable experience to masturbatory auto-narration&#8221;).<\/p>\n<p>Nevertheless, Sayeau rightly articulates the manner by which Emma&#8217;s capacity to <em>feel<\/em> her predicament (a predicament dependent on a certain paradox of self-consciousness, defined by Sayeau as a central tenet of modernism proper: \u201cthe more subjective a discourse becomes&#8230;the more subjectivity, the self, is called into question&#8221;), reflects not only her victimhood but Flaubert&#8217;s artistic endeavour: \u201cfor there is something revolutionary in tying the strings of subjectivity and human temporality this tight\u2014all the while still <em>going on <\/em>with the writing and reading of it.&#8221; Emma is both trapped within and \u201c<em>struggling against <\/em>the currents of banality&#8221;, an aspect that marks Flaubert&#8217;s novel not as uneventful but <em>anti-evental<\/em>, and in so doing inaugurates literary modernism not only as a \u201cdeformation of the romantic impulse still remaining at the heart of realism&#8221;, but also as a testament to the \u201cforce of this logic&#8217;s mandates&#8221;. The anti-event of <em>Against the Event <\/em>is thus first and foremost the anti-event of the invention of modernism itself.<\/p>\n<p>It is with Conrad that Sayeau&#8217;s argument begins to gather the traction and inflection of what was previously hinted to in the introduction, that of an oblique \u201cpolitics of the everyday.&#8221; <em>Heart of Darkness<\/em> is seen as \u201ca profound and timely meditation on the changing nature of <em>work <\/em>at the turn of the century&#8221;, which is centrally portrayed through the notion of unemployment: \u201cunemployment\u2026is not simply the absence of work\u2026Rather, it is\u2026a structural feature of modern economic life.&#8221; This sense of issuelessness, as with Flaubert, is methodologically examined alongside Conrad&#8217;s own career as a seaman (whereby <em>writing<\/em>-as-work emerges, for Conrad, when a position at sea becomes ever more unattainable), and is augmented not only via the novella&#8217;s \u2018images&#8217; but through the very formal constitution of the text: \u201c<em>Heart of Darkness <\/em>forecasts a world in which consciousness itself\u2014as well as its privileged home, the novel\u2014have been served notice, have been deemed too inefficient to survive the irrational rationalisation that characterises capitalist modernity.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The paradoxical formulation of the novella&#8217;s anti-evental structure is thus instantiated in the form of Marlow&#8217;s infamous \u2018idea&#8217; (\u201can idea that is never defined\u2026but rather has only the empty availability of the fetish&#8221;), and the structure of what the historian M.E. Chamberlain called, \u2018new imperialism&#8217;; the changing nature of work (unemployment as a category only emerged in economic and social discourses in the decade of the novella&#8217;s composition) thus mirrors an imperial period where Marlow&#8217;s \u201cblank spaces&#8221; on the map of the world have all been filled in by the great powers of Europe. The novella thus follows the unfolding of a complex relationship between discourse and labour. This disregard for Eliot&#8217;s sense of the \u201cobjective correlative&#8221; is central to the uncanny dichotomy of distance and proximity that characterises Marlow&#8217;s predilection for an inexpressible expression of his voyage up the Congo.<\/p>\n<p>Against classical readings, such as Chinua Achebe&#8217;s, that highlight the racism of Conrad&#8217;s text, Sayeau convincingly explores \u2018work&#8217; as a point of common experience between the African labourers and the novella&#8217;s white characters: \u201cthe Africans stand in <em>Heart of Darkness <\/em>not so much as avatars of a prehistorical past as of a posthistorical future&#8221;. As posthuman avatars of a \u201cbleak future for all, one marked by a harrowing oscillation between unemployment and over-employment, and the temporalities that grow in the gap.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>However, if Flaubert and Conrad (and Wells also) are seen as instigators of a new novelistic art, representative of \u201cthe work of the modern writer straddling the line between plot-driven genre fiction and the psychologically penetrating novel associated with modernism&#8221;, it is the role of Joyce in <em>Against the Event <\/em>to flesh out modernism proper. Consequently, the everyday is put to work differently in the case of Joyce, and is primarily conceived through the tracing of the notion of epiphany: \u201cthe early development and later trajectory of this concept is grounded in a fundamental resistance to narrative event, and is perhaps the most vivid and significant instance of anti-evental technique to be found in modern literature.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The epiphanic is explored through Joyce&#8217;s earlier work, including the manuscript epiphanies, and their re-iteration, mutation and supplementation in the texts that followed, such as <em>Dubliners, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man <\/em>and <em>Ulysses<\/em>. Against the canonical consensus and reading of the epiphanic in Joyce along Freudian lines of surface and depth, Sayeau argues: \u201cif the everyday is a form of time defined by collapsed potentiality&#8230;the epiphanies represent a raw distillation of that temporality. One after another they enact a stalling of narrative logic, a static dialectic.&#8221; If Joyce stands as apogee of the everyday, this is because his work marks the terminal crisis of the romantic occurrence through the corrosive influence of quotidian reality.<\/p>\n<p>Sayeau concludes by following Eric Auerbach in <em>Mimesis <\/em>by observing that, from this impasse, modernism presents a \u201cvery simple solution.&#8221; This solution is in part announced in the introduction through the adaptation of Adorno&#8217;s conception of \u2018moderate modernism&#8217;, which, for Sayeau, stands metonymically for the very structure of literature itself in the wake of modernism, caught between realist imperative and avant-gardist necessity.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The literature and social thought that has come in the wake of modernism has failed so far to listen carefully enough to the subtler messages of the period and its forms, focusing as they did, and continue to do, on complexity rather than simplicity&#8230;perhaps we are now in a position to come to terms with the challenging simplicities of the everyday, the open secrets made available by the secular epiphanies of modernism, and the unification and levelling they prophesize.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Nevertheless, significant questions remain, and come to light by tracing Sayeau&#8217;s allusion to Auerbach&#8217;s <em>Mimesis <\/em>to another critical text that bears more than a passing audible relation: Jacques Ranciere&#8217;s recent <em>Aisthesis<\/em>. Ranciere appears at the end of Sayeau&#8217;s chapter on Flaubert as the theorist of a materiality in excess of an event-driven model of narrative meaning. The everyday in Ranciere&#8217;s wider work, however, represents not only a defining feature of the modern heteroglossic novel form, but of <em>literature<\/em> itself. Although the significance of this change in emphasis is not central to the overall validity of Sayeau&#8217;s argument, it is a complete reversal of Sayeau&#8217;s conception, at the beginning of <em>Against the Event<\/em>, that the \u201ceveryday\u2026stands as a symptomatic outbreak of the very <em>literariness <\/em>that literature itself would turn against with modernism.&#8221; Rather, for Ranciere, it is <em>literariness <\/em>itself that emerges, as a specifically historical aesthetic mode, in relation to the everyday.<\/p>\n<p>Anachronism, however, is not the issue. Instead Ranciere helps reveal the methodological affinity of Sayeau&#8217;s argument shares with a fairly orthodox model of the history of the novel (from Watt to Moretti). So, just as Sayeau&#8217;s argument attempts to collapse the centrality of the event, Ranciere&#8217;s concept of the \u2018aesthetic regime&#8217; makes the collapse of the distinction between art and non-art (life) central to the meaning and being of literature. Similarly, the Conrad of Sayeau&#8217;s \u201cissuelessness&#8221; is comparable to Ranciere&#8217;s <strong>\u201c<\/strong>insouciance<strong>&#8220;<\/strong>. The question becomes, then: does Sayeau&#8217;s everyday dissociate itself <em>enough<\/em> from the causal relation that Ranciere&#8217;s insouciant \u2018aesthetic regime&#8217; seeks to challenge? (that is art as an organic and hierarchical totality, complete so as to pre-empt its own effects). Ranciere&#8217;s rendering of modernism thus transfers the event to one of <em>reading<\/em> (to one of <em>aesthetic<\/em> experience): does this yield a more substantial politics than \u2018moderate modernism&#8217;?<\/p>\n<p>Sayeau&#8217;s conclusion that realism persists, however, is more than a reactionary attack on an outmoded theoretical sensibility (itself often associated with the spirit of \u2018high&#8217; modernism). The future of the avant-garde, or more emphatically, literature itself, does not reside in proliferating formal experimentation (or not only). As such, the future of literature resembles its modernist past, mirroring the Adornian dialectic of autonomy and tradition, or\u2014we might say\u2014event and stasis. The persistence of realism does not denote a failure of art, either. It is not in Beckett&#8217;s work (taken, typically, as the end of modernism), for instance, that what is so estranging is what is <em>un<\/em>-readable, but on the contrary, the difficulty of the works lies precisely in their <em>being<\/em> readable and, therefore, transforming our understanding of the relation between reading and knowledge. Indeed, the idea that reading equates to understanding is all too often assumed in the practice and pedagogy of literary studies. In this regard, Beckett&#8217;s aesthetic practice\u2014indeed, modernism&#8217;s\u2014stands in stark opposition to contemporary aesthetic study, both mocking and mourning from a historical distance the turn away from a theoretical criticism that would seek to advance according to this simple fact. This is a criticism Sayeau&#8217;s work goes some way to rejuvenating and accommodating in the contemporary scene. After all, and as he makes clear, the persistence of realism in modernism and after is always also a singular interrogation of what constitutes reality. To paraphrase Terry Eagleton, to declare that something is realist is to declare that it is not the real thing!<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-65465\" title=\"rsz_me\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/rsz_me.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"287\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Marc Farrant <\/strong>is a PhD candidate based in London and a Contributing Editor at the online literary review website,<strong> <em>Review 31<\/em>.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Sayeau.jpg\" width=\"420\" height=\"179\" \/><\/p>\n<p>A good rule for good literature might be this: that the best writing is that which renders the inconsequential with the greatest consequence\u2013since what else would be more worthy of merit? This logic appears to find its apotheosis in Gustave Flaubert&#8217;s striving to create an aesthetics of \u201cnothing\u201d\u009d (after all, \u201cthe finest books are those which have the least subject matter.\u201d\u009d) That this impulse is not only perceivable through an investigation of the question of time, but that time itself (as both an experience and concept) structures this very impulse from the beginning, is precisely what Michael Sayeau sets out to prove.<\/p>\n<p><b>Marc Farrant<\/b> reviews <b>Michael Sayeau<\/b>&#8216;s <i>Against the Event<\/i>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65460","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-criticism"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65460","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65460"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65460\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65460"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65460"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65460"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}