March 4, 2023

Three Sentence Reviews: Readings 3.4.2023

 

The Sentences on In the Shadow of the Poorhouse by Michael B. Katz

 

I really enjoyed this book as a history of American welfare.

One thing that you can really trace is this ebb and flow of who is responsible for people and how they should be aided.

My main wish is that this were more up to date since it ends right as Clinton ended “Welfare As We Know It”.

 

Three Sentences on State of Exception by Giorgio Agamben

 

I was not even aware of Agamben until the pandemic, where both his views on the pandemic and the concept behind this book came into renewed importance in debates on the response to the pandemic.

The book is short and easy to read, but the chapters get bogged down in references. So to read this, you need to go back to Schmitt and Benjamin and maybe to Hobbes and more and more.

 

Three Sentences on They Call It Love by Alva Gotby

I have some mixed emotions about this book. It’s a short book that builds to some interesting ideas about the abolition of the family and the abolition of gender.

However, there is something about how it is written that makes it a slog to get through despite its brevity.

 

Three Sentences on Slouching Towards Utopia by Brad Delong

 

I generally like Delong’s stuff, but he is often very prolix so I was interested to seeing what he would do working as a sole author but with an editor. Delong tries to do a lot here and you can tell he wanted to do more; one paragraph has the entire Anschluss, and you could feel his restraint on the page.

One big quibble for me is I don’t agree with him is with the periodicity and choosing 2010 as some endpoint when it really felt more like a convenient place to stop.

 

Three Sentences on Spa by Erik Svetoft

I picked this up because the blurb on the back name-checked David Lynch but it could just as easily mentioned Cronenberg as a point of comparison.

The story acts in some sort of nightmare logic where there are several threads that weave through the text but they never really resolve. The art goes very well with that nightmare theme in a complementary manner.

 

Three Sentences on Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands by Kate Beaton

 

In Ducks, the author Kate Beaton writes her memoir of spending two years working in the extractive industry to pay off her student loans when she would rather be working towards her artistic dreams.

The story and the art work well together, a straightforward telling of her time in this place that was extractive and exploitative on several levels.

The worst part is in her having to deal with this heavily masculinized space and the story is in part about the sexual violence she (and her female peers) faced not just on the jobsite but in life in general.

 

Three Sentences on Schmitt’s Political Theology

 

This book is one of the only books that is basically an explication of its first sentence.

I came to this text from reading Giorgio Agamben, and now it has made me want to go read Hobbes.

Thinking about the Schmittian world makes me long for the embrace of a Kantian world with a defined and defended constitution.

 

Three Sentences on Bors et al’s Justice Warriors

 

I bought this because I am a huge Matt Bors fan, and I was not disappointed in seeing how Bors and his teammates create a world and a narrative within it.

One of the fun things about this text is in the crowd scenes and seeing the detail and care that went into these throwaway background jokes.

Just because the main characters are police, doesn’t make them the good guys.

 

Three Sentences on Harvey’s Spaces of Global Capitalism

 

This text feels more like an introduction to Harvey’s thinking on geographic spaces and development that a fully fleshed-out theory.

When Harvey isn’t talking directly about Marx part of me is like a fan of a band’s particular album: “It was good, but they didn’t play the hits”.

In spite of this being a newer book, the collection is a couple of essays that may feel dated but remain eternally relevant.

 

Three Sentences on Lazarov’s ACAB Yearning

 

There is a harnessed yet incandescent rage in these poems.

Lazarov admirably melds poetry with his activism.

The best and most memorable lines would trigger a website’s auto-moderation so that the text would not post (see June 7 2020).

 

Three Sentences on Debord’s Society of the Spectacle

 

I read about the Situationists, and they sounded interesting, so I went to Debord’s text.

Unfortunately, I don’t think I got much out of it.

The version I have has no introduction so I lack context and the individual sections read more like linked koans than a building argument.

 

Three Sentences on Rankine’s Citizen

 

Citizen is a powerful poetic document of racism in America.

It stands as true now as it was written and as true now as it was in 1863.

The struggle for the powerless against the powerless is an ongoing battle but one that must be fought with all arrows in our quiver.

February 2, 2023

Cycles : For CJM

A week turns
into a month turns
Into memories coming back
When the commercials remind you

And yet
The cycles of the seasons
Make the calendar a talisman —
The most hopeful day
Is December twenty-second.
The second shortest day
But the first in months

Longer than the last
That reminder
That things get better
If only a little every day.

June 21, 2022

Let Me Down Softly: Pynchon's "Bleeding Edge"

 


I had this thing pre-ordered. I was excited for a new Pynchon. And then I got a few pages in and gave up for whatever reason. That was a decade ago now.

 

I did pick it back up and went back at it. There’s not a lot of payoff.

 

It’s weird. If you like Pynchon, it has all the things you like.

 



There’s plenty of paranoia.

 

You got your bad puns.

 

You got your songs (someone needs to make an album of his songs if no one has done it yet).

 

There’s people with weird names.

 

 

But I didn’t care about any of the characters, except maybe the protagonist and then only a little.

 

I spent the book waiting on some plot action, knowing that this was his “9/11” book.

 

And 9/11 happens, on page 316 of a 477-page book and for the most part it could have not happened. The characters are in New York, and they are affected by the event, but it stays in the background.

 

Maybe that is the whole point, that 9/11 stays in the background? It was kind of disappointing.

 

Oh, and the last thing is that a lot of the characters and plot revolves around the dot com bubble and bust from a New York vantage. It rang false. It kept reminding me of Wolfe’s “I Am Charlotte Simmons” which is not the comparisons you want your text to fish out from the reader.