mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
mordicai

  • Mood:
  • Music:

Commonweal & Commonwoe. (2)

Novel with Cocaine by M. Ageyev, translated by Michael Henry Heim.

Polite is sexless,
& gallant is erotic.
Thus, cocaine romance.

You know what I don't really care about? Junkie novels. Beats, gonzo, punk, whatever you call that sort of love of the grotesque. I'm not really interested in it, in the grimy underbelly of the species. I assumed that this novel would be like Trainspotting-- or like my imaginary version of Trainspotting, based on seeing the movie but never reading it-- & I think I was probably right. At the outside I hoped it might be a charming picaresque of misanthrope, like Pär Lagerkvist's The Dwarf, but alas, no. There is just a certain stripe of fiction that dwells on the worst, on the weak, on the pathetic. An audience for it certainly exists. I think it must be a subject of secret shames-- seeing their fears played out in excess on the page, readers think, "gasp! How could he know? It is like a window into my black heart!" For me, it reads like embarrassment. It makes me think that the things I thought were ordinary when I was younger were in fact horrible, & the things I thought were horrible were in fact ordinary. The petty outrages of the ape, nothing more or less. No nadir, no exaltation; just meat. Mostly you could call this a "Novel without Cocaine," since cocaine only enters the stage during the last act-- but it is about addiction & delusion all throughout, from "School" to "Sonya" & past "Cocaine" on into "Reflections."

I read this for Eleven-Books Club, at fordmadoxfraud's request. I shouldn't mean to sound like I'm denigrating his taste! But I suspected this might be lazy & loathsome, & I found it to be so. He hasn't read it! Heck, maybe everyone else will like it; Jenny like the Russians! I thought it was tawdry in that way that forced prurience usually is. There were bits I liked; the flirtation with Sonya had wit that prefigures Lolita. I mean, you can see the same sort of Russian soup. There are elements of Russia that seem so alien-- the various manipulations of names, for instance. I can't quite get the significance, though I know it is there! Suffixes of cardinal importance. The tension between being "European" & Russian, between decadence & corruption are all very turn of the century. There is the coda in "Reflections" where our narrator Vadim goes on & on about the use of the beastly & the noble in art-- self-commentary on this novel is the way I can't help but read it. Oh, there is lots of dreadful musing on gender-- but I can sort of roll my eyes & just put it in historical context. If I must. I like the term "the commonweal," but I don't know if I should thank Ageyev or Heim for that. Of course, Burkewitz is the only character I liked, & I will say-- "Burkewitz refuses" has a good pay-off, a great pay-off.
Tags: 11books, 11booksclub, ageyev, books, haiku
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 5 comments