THEORY AFTER THEORY now available for pre-order

It may not be my 'magnum opus' (as one of my colleagues graciously referred to it) but it has been three years in the making, and it does set out my views on a number of subjects, most notably the challenging and poorly understood realm of recent literary theory.

Theory After Theory, with a beautiful  cover, is now available for pre-order from the splendid Broadview Press; the actual book should be physically available in a month.

It can also be ordered from Amazon.

I take particular pleasure in this book as it is a subject I have taught so much, and it exemplifies a real relation between my teaching and my research.

Sorry to only be blogging about my own books recently, but I am a minimal blogger; that is just the way it is :)

Polish tragedy

Though it seems somewhat mechanical to blog after every catastrophic event--the victims of the West Virginia mine disaster and the Haitian and Chilean earthquakes solicit, in their pain and loss,  blog entries just as much--the plane crash in which President Kaczynski of Poland and many others were killed is particularly awful because they were about to participate in an act of reconciliation with respect to the slaughter perpetrated by the Soviets at Katyn. As I dealt with the consequences of the Katyn massacre in my Anthony Powell book (t=due to Powell's references to the event in his fiction), and learned about the continuing trauma felt by Poles in its aftermath, this plane crash is devastatingly sad as it occurred just as some painful memories from the past were about to be at least partially healed.

This article (in German) puts the complicated skein of history and tragedy in context.

Vargas Llosa and Latin American Politics

The anthology of essays on mario Vargas Llosa I co-edited with my Lang colleague Juan E. De Castro is now available for pre-order on Amazon. While the price os pretty much prohibitive except for libraries, if you are interested not just in Vargas Llosa's work since 1980 but in a case study in how a single career interacts with ideas of neoliberalism, anti-Communism, and postmodernism--and in how we see literature and politics differently in an age dominated by the Right--the book might well be for you. The contributors are all first-rate and interesting, from a great variety of contexts and viewpoints--Juan and I really enjoyed assembling the essays and framing them with our own commentary and we also contributed one essay each ourselves!

Poetry and Jazz done well, finally

As someone who has watched sundry attempts to combine music at the spoken word at poetry readings, and even gamely attempted himself to do it a couple of times (with fine personnel, but yet without in my judgment totally coalescing) I was staggered and stunned by the brilliance of the event I saw at the New School of Robert Pinsky reading his poetry with Vijay Iyer (on piano), Andrew Cyrille (on drums and Ben Allison (on bass); the musicians are all New School faculty members. Pinsky said at the beginning that the four should just be regarded as a quartet--with the spoken word as another instrument, like the singer in a band--and, astonishingly, this worked. Pinsky read his verse with an offbeat, syncopated, slightly ironic quality, very different from the straightforward, public, 'everyman' quality his regular readings are known for. I had not had such fun at a poetry event in ages, and several in the audience--including a distinguished elderly poet and some other veterans of literary readings--agreed. Pinsky's readings of "The want Bone"  and of "Street Music" from his "City Elegies" sequence--which made such an impression when I read it in the New Yorker some years ago--were particularly impressive, and that the latter--with its complicated web of references to Memphis (the Egyptian, not the Elvis one) , Nineveh, Ashurbanipal, and Babylon--became a dynamic, engaged thread in a jazz tune was revealing--it indicated the coexistence of erudition and joy, learning and spontaneity, that I had otherwise only seem in a really good academic lecture--which can have its own music. Pinsky's "happiness" (a word he once used in a book title) was evident, he seemed to have the Orphic qualities in him released, which does not have the danger of being too cathartic when one has been trained by Yvor Winters. I am less of a music critic than a poetry critic, but the piano struck me as essential, as a complementary melody anchored by the backbeat of bass and drum, Kudos to all involved; I dragged myself to it as I was still tired from Berlin, and got a last-minute seat in the bacl, but I am immeasurably glad I was privileged to see this extraordinary performance.

Back from Berlin

I need not have had any reluctance--the trip was wonderful, both for the academic aspect--the symposium on Wednesday was invigorating and I felt on the same page which much of what the other people, both the two other principal speakers and the colleagues and graduate students in attendance had to say--and for the city itself. Berlin is not exactly the hip, edgy boomtown the media often present it as--the city is effectively broke, not so much from the aftermath of reunification or the current economic crisis but from earlier  bad real-estate speculation--but it is very congenial and highly affordable--half the cost of living of NYC, I would imagine. I went to sundry museums, including the Pergamon (a deeply moving experience, especially for the Near Eastern material), the Bode, the Altes Museum, several having to do with the relatively recent history of Berlin (the Wall, the German Democratic Republic, the Holocaust), as well as my personal favorite, the Dom or Cathedral--the Lutheran cathedral, naturally, where I ascended to the top of the cupola, a kind of ecclesiastical Empire State Building. And not only did I encounter wonderful collegiality at the Freie Universitat and have dinner with an old literary friend but I ran into a former graduate school colleague at the Alexanderplatz U-bahn station!

Here is a picture of me with the remnants of the Wall on Bernauerstrasse.

Reluctantly Transnational

I don't really like traveling that much--I like being in the new place, but not the hassle of getting there, or of having os much work to do whenI get back. Equally, I am somewhat of a skeptic as to the euphoria surrounding globalization or transnationalism, a lot of which amounts to what Graham Huggan (following, I think, James Petras) called 'globaloney'. But here I am, about to go to Berlin to lecture on transnational dimensions of Australian literature. It will be a short trip, as it is the middle of the semester. and as it is I have had to ask colleagues to generously give of their time to guest-lecture and show movies to my Lang classes. But, of course, I'll enjoy it when I get there, the collegiality will be great and intellectually stimulating, the prospects for Australian studies in Europe it augurs are importantly polyvalent,  and they have put me up in a wonderful apartment in a hip' part of town, and, needless to say, it is a great opportunity, I have never been to Berlin before....

I am seeing Avatar today, I must be the last person in the world to have seen it, and I doubt any insights I might have will be particularly provocative! Nor did I have any such on the Super Bowl, as exciting a game as it was, except the Colts jinxed their season by resting their starters vs. the Jets...

Methodism!

I am on the NY diocesan Episcopal-Methodist dialogue committee, and as such I thought it my duty to actually attend a Methodist church service to see what goes on there. I thought I had done this in late 2008 when I attended a weekday lunch service at the John Street church in lower Manhattan, but it turned out that this service is officiated by a Baptist preacher who more or less rents the space out. So, prompted by Sunday school at my own church being cancelled today, I went to Christ Church on Park and 60th, which had been recommended to me by my Methodist colleagues on the committee. As I greeted him at the end of the service, the pastor said it was "just like Episcopal" which in some ways was not much of an exaggeration--it surely was a rather 'high' Methodist service, with taking communion at the altar and the clergy being robed--though there were many differences (neither the Nicene nor the Apostles' Creed, which would never occur in the Episcopal Church, also, confession and post-communion prayer much less punitive and/or humble in tone, hymn after offertory instead of a doxology). Nonetheless, with the Byzantine/Romanesque interior and the familiarity of much of what went on, one can see a 'catholicity' in the service--the United Methodist Church may not at this point be apostolic or liturgical, but it certainly is catholic with a very small c. The peace was much earlier in the service, which made it more a greeting, less a perfunctory occasion. And, of course, the Methodists do not have a prayer book; everything but the hymns is in the leaflet. I do wish they would not use the modern Lord's Prayer, not so much as I have stuffy objections to more contemporary languages but that I always forget to say it in the modern way, just as I always forget to leave out the last line in a Catholic church...still a fun visit and a good way to start out 2010, as the minister said, jettisoning all the baggage of the previous year...

To Australia for most of month, suspect I won't post again until Feb. and Super Bowl time.