Larry at OF Blog reproduces–from Darnton’s classic The Great Cat Massacre–the synopsis of a French fairy tale, then adds ruefully: “There’s something about these tales that just seems to be missing from a lot of literature, both mimetic and speculative alike, being published these days…”
Perhaps it’s the startling images, concerns human & social, sly, sinewy humour, structures quotidian but supple ? The directness of engagement with the reader ? That everyone in the contract knows exactly where they stand, & no one makes any serious attempt to convince anyone else that the events presented are true ? (We are here to enjoy this story together, not to pretend it’s happening.) Is it the lack of rationale & semiotic overload which makes them beautiful, the frank, unsophisticated combination of the weird & the matter-of-fact ?
Reviewing: Night Work, Glavinic; Lewis Carroll in Numberland, Wilson; The Garden of Last Days, Dubus. Choking with: laughter at Lara’s struggles to find her clitoris.