{"id":298516,"date":"2014-07-02T14:11:32","date_gmt":"2014-07-02T14:11:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wdev.rochester.edu\/College\/translation\/threepercent-dev\/2014\/07\/02\/mexico-vs-australia-world-cup-of-literature-second-round\/"},"modified":"2018-04-16T15:12:37","modified_gmt":"2018-04-16T15:12:37","slug":"mexico-vs-australia-world-cup-of-literature-second-round","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rochester.edu\/College\/translation\/threepercent\/2014\/07\/02\/mexico-vs-australia-world-cup-of-literature-second-round\/","title":{"rendered":"Mexico vs. Australia [World Cup of Literature: Second Round]"},"content":{"rendered":"

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This match was judged by Chad W. Post. For more info on the World Cup of Literature, read
\nthis,<\/a> and download<\/a> the updated bracket.<\/em><\/p>\n

First off, let it be said that Barley Patch<\/em> doesn\u2019t even deserve to be playing in this match. <\/p>\n

Sure, Mauro had his reasons<\/a> for choosing Gerald Murnane\u2019s self-conscious masterpiece over Javier Marias\u2019s Your Face Tomorrow<\/em>, but no matter what YouPoint PowerTube images he tosses out, I would rather read 12,000 pages of this:<\/p>\n

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‘What Dearlove could not bear,’ obviously I didn’t call him Dearlove, but by his real name, ‘is that his life should end like that; in short, he would find the manner of his death almost unbearable than death itself. He would, of course, be terrified to see his successful existence truncated and to lose his life, as would anyone, even if that life had been a failure; what’s more, I don’t, as I said, believe him to be a brave man, he would be terribly afraid. What most horrifies Dearlove, though, as it does other show-business people (although they may not know it), is that the end of his story should be such that it overshadows and darkens the life he’s lived and accumulated up until now, eclipsing it, almost erasing and cancelling out the rest and, in the end, becoming the only fact that counts and will be recounted.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

(You know, like how Michael Hutchence of INXS<\/span><\/a> died of auto-erotic asphyxiation, which is all we really remember him for. Sorry, INXS<\/span> fan.)<\/p>\n

Than even 25 pages of this:<\/p>\n

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While I was writing the first few sentences of the previous paragraph, I was unable to recall any details of the images of persons and faces that I had had in mind while I read as a child the series of short stories referred to. At some time while I was writing the last two sentences of the previous paragraph, I found myself assigning to the female character under mention the image of a face that I first saw during the early 1990s when I looked into a book that I had recently bought on the subject of horse-racing in New Zealand.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Snoo-motherfucking-ooze. <\/p>\n

That said, Spain\u2019s tiki-taka style of play<\/a> (which, for the uninitiated, can best be summed up in this Los Campesinos! lyric, “we need more post-coital, and less post-rock, feels like the buildup takes forever and you never touch my cock”) went down in flames in the 2014 Real World Cup, so it is kind of fitting that the same happened in the World Cup of Literature. <\/p>\n

But, Australia?! A country of poisonous flying spiders, jellyfish that are 100 meters in diameter, snakes that can kill you by looking in your eyes, and shitty Fosters beer? The best thing you ever did for literature was serve as the setting for an episode of The Simpsons<\/em>.<\/a> <\/p>\n

Then again, you\u2019re playing Mexico here. A country whose players\u2014to steal Kaija Straumanis\u2019s \u201cWorld Cup Taunt\u201d\u2014hope for a green card every time the ref reaches in their pocket. Your Real World soccer team has never made it past the quarterfinals of a World Cup (failing again in 2014!), making you the least successful Spanish-speaking f\u00fatbol country ever. (Verified fact.)<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s put aside the actual teams—and random uninformed jokes—for now and look at more of the book itself. <\/p>\n

The basic argument for Barley Patch<\/em> is that it\u2019s \u201cinnovative\u201d and \u201cnew\u201d and \u201cerudite.\u201d Is Murnane a smart writer? Sure. Is Barley Patch<\/em> new and innovative? Not in my opinion. Murnane is kind of a poor man\u2019s Gilbert Sorrentino (but without Sorrentino’s sense of humor) mixed with W.G. Sebald (but without Sebald’s universality). <\/p>\n

If you haven\u2019t read about Barley Patch<\/em> before, here\u2019s a basic summary: The narrator of this book has decided to stop writing. For 257 pages he tries to explain why he stopped writing by writing about things that he\u2019s written, writing about his relationship to books that he read in his youth, writing about his family, writing about images that have evolved with him over time, writing about how he\u2019s thinking about his current writing, etc. In between all of this, he asks himself “probing” questions, trying to move his narrative along in the most self-conscious way possible. <\/p>\n

Spoiler Alert! This is all boring as shit. It\u2019s also one of the most self-fellating books I\u2019ve ever read. <\/p>\n

OK, time to blast away with a few examples, like the way-too-precious opening line, \u201cMust I write?\u201d NO. THE<\/span> ANSWER<\/span> IS ALWAYS<\/span> AND<\/span> FOREVER<\/span>, NO.<\/p>\n

This level of the book—wherein the narrator asks himself questions and answers them dishonestly—is super pretentious, and results in \u201cwriting\u201d that is more or less Australian Lorem Ipsum:<\/p>\n

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Have I answered yet the question why had I written?<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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I would be willing to admit that I have not yet answered the impending question, but only if my hypothetical questioner would admit that a question can hardly be worth asking if its answer can be delivered in fewer than ten thousand words. <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Murnane is the anti-Zen monk of world literature. <\/p>\n

But even the straightforward parts of the book are uninspired. In a section that should be interesting since it\u2019s all about orgies and Black Masses:<\/p>\n

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The discussions at first were simple. The young man of the upstairs flat owned a copy each of several issues of the American magazine Playboy<\/em>, which had recently been allowed into Australia after having been previously a prohibited import. <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Holy Jesus it should not take that many words to say that! And “a copy each of several issues”? Like, if he had written “owned several issues of Playboy” anyone would\u2019ve assumed he had a bunch of copies of the same one? <\/p>\n

The thing is, Barley Patch<\/em> isn\u2019t even a bad book\u2014it\u2019s just an incredibly boring one. <\/p>\n

Let me kill off Australia’s last goal scoring chance with this:<\/p>\n

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Something that ought to be explained is my having begun again to write fiction only a few years after I had stopped, so I thought, for good.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Four years after I stopped writing fiction, my seventh book of fiction was published. Some of the book consisted of pieces of fiction that had been published previously in so-called literary magazines, but each of the other three pieces I had written in order to explain one or another of three matter that I could have explained by no other means than by writing a piece of fiction. One of the three pieces was intended to explain to myself and to readers of good will why I had become tired of reading book after book of supposedly memorable fiction and then being unable to remember, a year or more afterwards, any sentence of the text or any detail of my experience as a reader. Another of the three pieces was intended to explain to myself and to readers of good will why I had not been misguided whenever I had struggled from time to time during the previous forty years to devise a set of racing colours in which one or another arrangement of one or another shade of blue or of green explained about me something that could have been explained by no other means than by the appearance of a set of racing colours. The third of the pieces was intended to explain to myself and to readers of good will why I had stopped writing fiction several years before (and had presumably stopped again after having written the text that explained this) and to offer to readers of good will a hint as to what sort of project I now preferred to fiction-writing. [. . .]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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I find myself now in a strange situation. Nearly sixteen years ago, I stopped writing fiction. A few years later, I wrote a piece of fiction intended to explain why I had so stopped. Now, more than ten years later again, I am trying to compose a passage of fiction that might explain my explanatory piece.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Just stop. Now. Zero goals! You’ve been Ochoa-ed. <\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Given all of that, and the fact that I read Barley Patch<\/em> first, expecting to have my life altered forever by the brilliance of Murnane\u2019s images, only to be massively under-impressed, Faces in the Crowd<\/em> simply had to not suck to move on to the quarterfinals. <\/p>\n

And not only is it a trillion times more readable, enjoyable, less-pretentious, and interesting, it’s one of the best books I’ve read in 2014. <\/p>\n

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I go back to writing the novel whenever I\u2019m not busy with the children. I know I need to generate a structure full of holes so that I can always find a place for myself on the page, inhabit it; I have to remember never to put in more than is necessary, never overlay, never furnish or adorn. Open doors, windows. Raise walls and demolish them.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

That’s how you write a self-reflexive, intellectual passage without coming off as someone obsessed with proving how brilliant they are. <\/p>\n

Faces in the Crowd<\/em> is a short novel with three storylines: one of a young translator working at a publishing house in New York obsessed with the poet Gilberto Owen, one of a woman in Mexico City writing a book about ghosts and young translators, and one of Gilberto Owen in Philadelphia dreaming of New York. It’s made up of dozens of short bits that collage, creating a million diverse, beautiful bits, and one complex whole.<\/p>\n

Also, Valeria Luiselli gets a goal—or three—for being funnier than Murnane. This is a bit of a lame example, but the “author” in Mexico City writes a lot of suspect things about her husband, who occasionally reads her manuscript and gets annoyed. Like when she pokes fun at his obsession with zombie films.<\/p>\n

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I don\u2019t like zombie films. Why did you write that I like zombie films?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Because.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Please, cut the zombies.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Or a better example, in relation to Gilberto Owen’s way of defining people:<\/p>\n

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Owen would\u2019ve said that he spoke with spelling mistakes.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

If Barley Patch<\/em> gets some love for being “new,” for exploring the lines between reality and fiction and how one transforms into the other, Faces in the Crowd<\/em> gets another goal for this embedded explanation of its structure:<\/p>\n

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Not a fragmented novel. A horizontal novel, narrated vertically.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

But the main point: Reading Faces in the Crowd<\/em> is enjoyable and stimulating. Barley Patch<\/em> deserves nothing. Unfortunately, a lot of the review outlets that seek out “innovative” literature seem to have given Murnane way more attention than Luiselli. I’ll red card that shit and redeem the Real Mexican team (and Robben’s god awful shitheel flop) by awarding a penalty kick.<\/p>\n

Final result: 3-0 Mexico. <\/p>\n

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Chad W. Post makes people angry with his swearing, random insults, and dislike of fans of American soccer. Otherwise, he can usually be found reading or trying to buy rights to untranslated works of literature.<\/em><\/p>\n

——<\/p>\n

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