15 January 2007

a conversation with jeffrey deshell : part one

Lance: In his podcast interview with Frank Giampietro, R. M. Berry defines experimental fiction, essentially, as that which knowingly poses the question: what is fiction? Would you agree?

Jeffrey: So we don’t get a chance to get warmed up or anything, then, do we? R.M. and I had the briefest of conversations about this at the Attention/Inattention Conference at Denver University a year ago last fall. I have a couple of approaches to this question.

On the one hand (and I haven’t yet listened to the podcast, as the word “podcast” frightens me), this seems like an adequate, working definition. There are a couple of words here that seem key: the word “knowingly” and the word “fiction.” In order to fit this definition, one must be (self-)conscious about the questioning, one must set out to question, as it were—the questioning is the project, the questioning is the problem. This questioning quality, I think, indicates the open(ing) and process(ing) of the fiction we’re talking about, its movement and restlessness. And it’s not just a questioning of its own status, it’s the questioning of fiction (and by extension language, reality and the self) itself (themselves). The question of What am I as writing? becomes the question of What is writing? becomes the question of What am I?

I’m curious, however, if we’re saying enough. Doesn’t all fiction, all literature, question itself on some very basic level? Isn’t even the most genre specific formulaic and trite mass-marketed trash, self-conscious? Doesn’t it demand (self)conscious (at least on some level) choice and effort to make a piece of writing fit the genre? Isn’t all writing, on some very basic level, an experiment? In the very act of writing, does anyone know, when they write the first word, what the last word’s going to be? When I wrote the word “When,” six words ago, did I know that the final word of the sentence would be “be”? No. And that’s just with a single sentence. Every word, every sentence, every page, every chapter etc.: all experiments.

Barthes wrote somewhere that writers are those for whom language is a problem. If you already have the solution before you start, it’s not a problem. This is something I’d like to ask a more traditional writer someday: do you really know how your sentence, paragraph, novel or chapter is going to end when you write the first word? One might have a general idea, a bright and shiny figure idea in one’s head, but in the translation to imperfect, dirty and stubborn language, doesn’t something get lost (gained)? Not to mention life getting in the way. The vicissitudes of writing something long, like a novel, when you have to live with the thing for years, and the kids are making noise, and you get sick, divorced, remarried, and it’s a nice day to go for a walk, and you want to watch all of Robert Mitchum’s movies, and you have to grade papers etc. etc. etc.: how can you say that you know what you are doing and what you will be doing? How can you say that you’ll know how your sentence will end? How can you say that’s not an experiment? So is it a question of degree or intensity?

On another hand, the word I’m most concerned with in the R.M.’s definition, and the one that causes the most trouble for me, is the word “is.” By saying experimental fiction is, aren’t we arresting its experimentalness, its contingency, openness and restlessness? Doesn’t the is stabilize the fiction, make it into a thing, into an object like other things? An object with use-value, with existence, with presence, with a status that is predetermined and fixed? This is why I objected so strenuously to the metaphor of fiction as architecture in a discussion a couple of months ago: can built (realized) architecture question its own existence in the world? I don’t see how (this could be my own blindness). To my mind, music, with its ephemerality, with its existence and yet non-existence, seems closer to literature. If we takes Berry’s definition seriously, the is is the first place we have to question. Does experimental fiction exist? Yes and no.

Still, on another hand, the western tradition often defines (advanced) human life as requiring self-consciousness, the ability to question one’s existence. I like that Berry’s definition connects experimental fiction with this human life, making it lively, open, animated, uncertain, indeterminate, indefinite. Experimental. Experimental fiction puts itself in play, as well as the self in play. And if we say that all literature is experimental, then let’s take that label off, and say that all Literature, indeed all Art (and I’m very invested in these terms), rigorously asks these questions: What is a text? What is a reader? What is a writer? Literature asks these questions (serves as the ax for the frozen sea within us etc.) while other, more “popular” forms of writing, do not.

Your turn. I know, from your posts and other writings, that you consider self-consciousness a key component to experimental fiction. How does your thinking differ from mine?

Lance: I very much like your troubling questions and caveats, think they’re right on the mark, believe in many ways we’re thinking along much the same lines about experimentalism—or, better, as I've mentioned here before, experimentalisms. Let me respond quickly to a few points you make, however, that may help delineate a few difference in our approaches. I don’t seem to be as convinced as you that all literature questions itself on some basic level. Or, perhaps, I want to assert that different sorts of writing ask different sorts of questions of writing. Authors of Harlequin romances, for instance, surely pose questions about genre to themselves, as you suggest, maybe questions about market forces, but for me the questions their texts pose are neither interesting nor enlightening about the nature of fiction and the culture/languages that speak through it. On the other hand, I don’t see a clear binary between experimental writing and whatever we might conceive of as the other thing. Would it be helpful, therefore, to think of experimentalisms as existing along a continuum? At one end, we would posit cookie-cutter texts like those romances; at the other, we would posit something called, say, Finnegans Wake. Other texts would then situate themselves somewhere in between.

Texts begin to become engaging for me at that point where they become much more than predictable, much more than texts I’ve seen before, where they begin to impede my easy understanding of them, where they begin to challenge me to invent a modified and fairly complex way of speaking in order to converse with them. So, yes, self-consciousness is a key component of experimental fiction, as far as I’m concerned, but, equally if not more important is a certain textual density and difficulty of imagination at the strata of language, structure, character, voice, vision, and so forth. Of course, my threshold for difficulty will be different from other readers’, and perhaps that’s enlightening as well: that is, not only are there different experimentalisms (Burroughs’ project isn’t Coover’s isn’t Diane Williams’s isn’t Shelley Jackson’s isn’t Jeffrey Deshell’s), but it is also the case, I think that I think, that different texts will strike different readers as more or less experimental at different times in their lives. One’s first engagement with Ulysses will not be one’s third or thirtieth. Moreover, different texts will strike different readers as more or less experimental at different times in the conversation across time and space called literary history.

Do you sense something about what you think of when you say “contemporary experimental fiction” that separates it from the experimentalisms of, say, the 1960s? The 1760s? What, I mean to ask, makes the experimental experimental for you in 2007 that might not have made it experimental in 1907?

part two of this conversation
coming soon . . .

5 comments:

Joe Amato said...

This is an enjoyable exchange...

Jeffrey: Isn't there a qualitative difference between saying "exp. fiction is warm apple pie" and "exp. fiction is that which questions what exp. fiction is"?

I mean, since you've posed the question of the *is*, it seems to me that R.M.'s distinction *ought* at least to be made distinct from more simple such existential assertions.

Granted, to suggest that we know what exp. fiction is might be a problem. But to suggest that we know that exp. fiction poses such a problem is not quite the same kind of...problem. It's at least an iteration removed from the warm-apple-pie way of knowing.

Anyway, eagerly awaiting part two as I kick off my spring semester here in flatland...

Best,

Joe

jdeshell said...

I agree Joe, the questions are of a different order. Still, for me, the question of literature rests precariously on the "is." (how's that for a BIG statement?!) Semester starts here too. In the snow. J

Timmi Duchamp said...

I’m just finishing writing the review of a novel that is formally experimental. One of the questions troubling my review is the extent to which the author’s (apparently sincere) expressed intentions in the press materials provided by the publisher should be a criterion for judging the novel’s accomplishment. In this case, the writer consciously chose a form that arguably ends in undercutting his stated goal. A more skilled and experienced writer might have been able to pull it off, perhaps, but the formal innovations of the style, combined with the consistently ironic edge to the prose, seems almost guaranteed to undermine the author’s intentions. Jeffrey eloquently notes “the vicissitudes of writing something long”; but in this case, I’m interested in whether it’s a question not of degree or intensity, but of intention. That same novel, read without any knowledge of the author’s intentions, could in the hands of an active, create reader, be transmuted into an interesting (if verbose and sometimes frustrating) metafictional tour de force.

When Jeffrey turns the question back to Lance, Lance interestingly shifts the focus from the writer (and the writer’s degree of interiority and consciousness) to the reader’s reception: “Texts begin to become engaging for me at that point where they become much more than predictable, much more than texts I’ve seen before, where they begin to impede my easy understanding of them, where they begin to challenge me to invent a modified and fairly complex way of speaking in order to converse with them. So, yes, self-consciousness is a key component of experimental fiction, as far as I’m concerned, but, equally if not more important is a certain textual density and difficulty of imagination at the strata of language, structure, character, voice, vision, and so forth.” A question writing the review has raised for me, though, is to what extent the reader’s relationship with the experimental text has to do with the writer’s intentions and consciousness. When the writer fails to accomplish what s/he thinks their doing in a formally innovative work and the reader still manages to engage with the text by not taking it face value, when the questions the writer’s text raises are not the questions s/he probably intended it to raise, does the work still fit the definition of “experimental literature”? I would say that it does; but I’m not sure a work would fit comfortably into a continuum based on the writer’s degree of consciousness.

Lance Olsen said...

I like your observation, Charles, that interesting texts can affect us like interesting people. That strikes me as deeply the case.

Timmi: I don't know how others might respond to your really engaging question, but, for me, innovation has little, if anything, to do with a writer's intentions, stated or otherwise, and nearly everything to do with a reader's phenomenology, her or his situation in the world, education, reading habits, age, background, experience, etc. etc.

For one reader, a book like Ulysses, say, has become something like naturalized, relatively straightforward and uncomplicated, while for another the latest Dan Brown novel breaks every expectation about textuality and the world he or she has ever had.

Well, clearly I'm overstating the case. Where do others locate the experimental?

Ted Pelton said...

I like the conversation. I am reminded of the usefulness of the term "provision" for such definition discussions -- a term used by an old teacher of mine, an Olsonite poet named Jack Clarke. In Olson there's the great provision, "Art should not describe but enact," which is to point to the same kind of self-aware usage of language (or one being used by language) that is at issue, it seems to me, here. Self-aware writing, writing that has its own energy, that doesn't borrow its form from elsewhere but grows it in the composing of the work -- this is the articulation (provision, if you will) I'd add -- a thing we are all doing or trying to do in our writing.

btw/ I don't think "is" has had so much attention since Clinton testified to Kenneth Starr, 35 Presidential scandals ago.