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  • Notes on Contributors

    Ashwin Bajaj is completing a PhD in comparative literature at UC Irvine on the tricontinental historical novel and is, more broadly, invested in postcolonial and global literature, dialectical thought, environmental humanities, and novel theory. His work has previously appeared in NOVEL and Studies in the Novel.

    Adriana Michele Campos Johnson is Associate Professor of Comparative Literature at UC-Irvine. She is completing a project on visual infrastructures in Latin America and recently co-edited, with Dan Nemser, an issue of Social Text entitled Reading for Infrastructure: Worlds Made and Broken. Recent publications include “Excess of Visibility/Scarcity of Water” (Discourse), “An Expanse of Water” (Liquid Ecologies in the Arts), “In-São-Paulo-Visible” (Revista Hispanica Moderna), “Visuality as Infrastructure” (Social Text).

    Muhsina K K is a PhD student at the School of Humanities and Social Sciences,Indian Institute of Technology Indore, India. Her PhD research focuses on the visualculture of public mourning and its negotiations with the public sphere of Kerala. Her research interests encompass death and mourning, mourning public(s), mourning and media. She has published an article on mourning and contemporary Malayalam cinema in Jump Cut.

    Akshaya Kumar is Associate Professor of Sociology at the School of Humanities and Social Sciences, Indian Institute of Technology Indore. He received his doctorate in Film and Television Studies from the University of Glasgow on Screen studentship in 2015 and went on to publish his first monograph, Provincializing Bollywood: Bhojpuri Cinema in the Comparative Media Crucible, in 2021 (Oxford University Press). His ongoing research traverses platform capitalism, comparative media studies, and logistical media. He has published many articles in peer-reviewed journals including Social TextPostmodern CultureSoundings: An Interdisciplinary JournalMedia Industries, and Media, Culture & Society.

    Vinay Lal is a cultural critic, writer, blogger, and Professor of History at the University of California, Los Angeles. He is the author or editor of 21 books including nine volumes from Oxford UP. He has an academic YouTube channel at https://www.youtube.com/user/dillichalo. Lal was a Fellow for 2024 at the Stellenbosch Institute of Advanced Study, South Africa, and is presently holder (in India) of the Fulbright-Nehru Fellowship for Professional and Academic Excellence.

    Gayatri Mehra is completing her dissertation titled Looking Beyond the Wound: Contemporary Feminist Imaginaries of the Global South in the department of Comparative Literature at UC Irvine. Her research interests include Global South Novel Studies, Postcolonial studies, and Marxist-Feminist Theory. Her research is forthcoming in Research in African Literatures.

    Clare Ostroski is a PhD Candidate in Screen Cultures at Northwestern University. She is a multidisciplinary writer in media studies and the environmental humanities. 

    Richard Pithouse is Extraordinary Professor in the Department of Language Education at the University of the Western Cape, Distinguished Research Fellow at the Global Centre for Advanced Studies in Dublin and New York, and International Research Scholar at the University of Connecticut. He is the founder of The Commune, a radical book store, and The Forge, a cultural centre, both in Johannesburg. As the founding editor of Inkani Books, he commissioned an isiZulu translation of The Wretched of the Earth. The translation, by Makhosazana Xaba, was published last year. He is also the former editor of New Frame, described by Achille Mbembe as “one of the most exciting political, intellectual and cultural projects to emerge in Africa” and “arguably the top intellectual media platform on our Continent.”

    Louis-Georges Schwartz has taught Film Studies at Ohio University, The University of Iowa, and San Francisco State University. He is the author of Mechanical Witness, Moving Testimony: A History of Motion Picture Evidence in United States Courts (Oxford University Press, 2009).

    Erin Trapp lives in Minneapolis and is a therapist in private practice. She has published essays on poetry, psychoanalysis, and the environment in journals such as Social TextPostmodern CultureROOM: A Sketchbook for Analytic Action, and Psychoanalysis, Culture & Society

    Susan Vanderborg is Associate Professor of English at the University of South Carolina. Her research fields are contemporary experimental poetry, book art, bio art, comics, and speculative fiction, with articles in Journal of the Fantastic in the Arts, Inks, Postmodern Culture, Contemporary Literature, and Science Fiction Studies.

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  • Mediatization via Mourning and Vice Versa: Television, Mass Grief, and Liveness in Kerala

    Muhsina K K and Akshaya Kumar

    Abstract

    This article engages with the corporeal and mediated intensities of mourning publics at celebrity funerals in Kerala, attended both in person and via TV and other live-streaming platforms. Live coverage transforms discrete emotional valences of these events into monumental media spectacles, consolidating an affective economy of grief based on the expression of “liveness” in all its urgency. This urgent expression results from the historical transition from traditional to new media in digital environments over the last two decades. Spectacles of “liveness” are key to understanding the cultural dynamics of mass participation in Kerala, which often abjures the general South Indian public’s enthusiasm for celebrities. Emotional eruptions at mass funeral processions form a melodramatic counterbalance to the “rational,” realist Malayali public sphere, which is proved, by such displays, to be an inadequate lens for viewing cultural self-definitions within popular discourses in Kerala.

    In 2004, Kairali TV, a Malayalam-language[1] general-entertainment television channel owned by Kairali TV Network and the mouthpiece of the Communist Party of India Marxist (CPIM) in Kerala, live telecast the six-hundred kilometre long funeral procession of E. K. Nayanar, a popular leader of CPIM.[2] The channel covered his funeral procession from Thiruvananthapuram to Kannur to reach the designated resting place, with the dead body kept in a glass coffin covered by a communist party flag in a Kerala state transport bus, and accompanied by thousands of people. The time of Nayanar’s demise coincided with a significant shift, marked by the rise of satellite channels and the Indian government’s new permission to directly uplink programs from within the country. The channel team and officials of Kairali TV who accompanied Nayanar’s funeral procession documented and aired the emotional responses of thousands of Communist Party leaders, workers, followers, and ordinary citizens across the route.[3] In addition to the general Malayali audience and the political public, the main audience for the live broadcast was the Malayali diaspora, particularly in the Gulf.[4] The live streaming afforded them a sense of ceremonial participation in the occasion. Kairali’s extensive live broadcasting of Nayanar’s funeral procession inaugurated a popular media practice in the state; it turned certain public figures’ funerals into grand televisual spectacles.[5]

    The death and funeral of a public figure, whether a monarch or a statesperson and the emotional responses exhibited by their subjects, constitutes a site of public interest due to the spread of recording devices. This essay focuses on the monumentality of the mourning public at the funerals of public figures in Kerala and their emotional valences, which have turned into media extravaganzas post-2000s. By critically engaging with the funerals, covered on live television, of Kalabhavan Mani, an actor; Panakkad Sayed Hyder Ali Shihab Thangal, a spiritual leader; and Oomen Chandy, a political leader, the essay offers a line of argumentation for the importance of the corporeal and mediated intensities of public emotion for the state.[6]

    Over a decade after Nayanar’s death, the 2016 funeral of Kalabhavan Mani (hereafter Mani), a popular Malayalam actor and singer, saw a congregation of tens of thousands of mourners and garnered extensive media attention. The extensive media coverage of Mani’s funeral was shaped by a highly competitive and dynamic television landscape that developed in Kerala as the first decade of the century drew to a close, marking a stark contrast to the media environment surrounding the deaths of Nayanar. The emergence of a vibrant news television industry, the expansion of satellite television, and their convergence with internet-driven media and platforms like YouTube were central to the state’s media landscape during this period. Mani’s funeral was broadcast live on nearly all major Malayalam TV channels, including Manorama News, Mathrubhumi News, Media One, and Jai Hind TV, and was also streamed live on their respective YouTube channels. The coverage began at the Thrissur Medical College, where Mani had passed away, and continued with live streaming of the emotional reactions of the public, tributes from various public figures at different locations, and the family’s private moments during the cremation at his residence.

    Similarly, the spectacular turnout in the 2022 mourning procession of Panakkad Hyder Ali Shihab Thangal (hereafter Thangal), a reputable politician who served as the state president of the Indian Union Muslim League (IUML), Kerala’s third-largest political party, and a highly revered Muslim spiritual leader, garnered a massive display of public affect that spammed the television screens and social media for days. Although most prominent Malayalam channels telecast the funeral of Thangal, Media One TV—owned and run by the Kerala unit of Jamaat-e-Islami Hind and one of the few Indian news channels owned by an Islamic organization—telecast the events live for two consecutive days. In a breaking news bulletin around 2:00 p.m. on March 6, 2022, the channel announced the death of Thangal. It started the live coverage from the hospital where Thangal died, where many party leaders and followers gathered soon after the news was released. The channel live-telecast the emotional responses of a colossal mourning public until his mortal remains were laid to rest, while on split screens, the police struggled to maintain order as people crowded the streets. Many party workers of the Indian Union Muslim League from the Gulf countries publicly commended Media One channel on Facebook, tagging the reporters behind the extensive live coverage of Thangal’s final journey, and expressed that the live stream provided them with a sense of ceremonial participation in the event, despite their physical absence.

    Exceeding these broadcast events, the media coverage of Oommen Chandy’s funeral, a former chief minister and one of the most popular political leaders of the state in 2023, was unprecedented, with nearly all major television channels providing continuous live broadcasts for seventy-two hours, capturing the immense public outpouring of grief as his funeral procession made its way across south Kerala. Almost all prominent Malayalam TV channels, including DD Malayalam, live-telecast his funeral for three consecutive days. An even bigger audience watched the procession live on television, and the event was also trending on news websites. The live telecast commenced with the announcement of Chandy’s passing through his son’s Facebook post, revealing that he had succumbed to cancer, and continued telecasting the emotional responses to his death for three days, marking a grand spectacle both in the cultural and media memory of the state. As the procession following his hearse from Thiruvananthapuram to Kottayam, where he was laid to rest, which spanned 150 kilometres, took twenty-eight hours to complete, most news channels suspended their regular programming to televise it and the final tributes paid by thousands of people, including elderly women and children, who waited along the roadside as the vehicle carrying Chandy’s remains inched forward.

    This essay asks how the cultural dynamics of live-streaming celebrity funerals unravel the engagements of the state’s public sphere with public affects. The monumentality of this mourning public contradicts the crosscutting discourse of Kerala’s progressive public sphere built on the plank of a “reasonable” public, deviating significantly from the character of the South Indian public sphere at large.[7] Even if one disregards the discursive intensity of such a projection, it is important to ask why the monumental mourning public is triggered by death so much more than by the landmark life events of celebrities. To grapple with these colossal mourning publics, it is essential to examine their interplay with the cultural politics of mass participation in the VIP funerals of South India and their lineage in the culture of star worship within the context of cine-politics.[8] The cine-political formations in the South Indian states of Tamil Nadu, Karnataka, and Andhra Pradesh, characterized by the conversion of star power into political power, primarily manifest through fan devotion to legendary matinee idols (Prasad). Such formations not only transform celebrity deaths and subsequent mourning into events of monumental public attendance and frenzied public behaviour but also display the power to convert citizens into fans (or devotees), through all the landmark events of cine-political significance. The public outpouring of emotions at celebrity funerals is then shaped by the mourners’ imaginary identifications with the star charisma of the deceased and their political aspirations for a virtual political order, which is reinforced by the quasi-religious meanings accorded to stars’ cinematic roles. This process, in turn, is retained in and reifies the public legitimacy of star personas and reflects the visceral intensity of public emotions upon stars’ deaths.

    What sets apart the corporeality of the mourning public in the funerals of public figures in Kerala is that neither their personal lives nor their civic engagements commanded substantial public validation or massive media attention during their lifetimes, except for Kalabhavan Mani’s cinematic roles. The massive display of public emotion and monumental scale of media attention at these figures’ funerals signify a marked disjuncture from the relatively subdued public lives of the icons.  A newly emergent media ecology has fostered the growth of attention economy over the urgent expressions of liveness facilitated by internet-driven media. The rapid multiplication of devices with screen network connectivity in the last four decades is crucial to this new media habitus. This thriving televisual economy has also been amplified by YouTube, which became a significant cultural infrastructure in India and a decisive digital intermediary for legacy television by 2010 (Lotz). The parallel live streaming of these funerals on YouTube channels, owned by respective TV channels, hence augmented the creative possibilities of legacy television in consolidating the economy of grief and expanding their audience demography.

    The mourning public gathers not only in person to join the funeral processions but also in front of TV sets and, more recently, via live streaming to participate in the moment of spectacular grieving. The phenomenon of mass grieving stands at a curious historical-theoretical cross-section. On the one hand, there is a monumental crowd in physical attendance, paying last tributes. This crowd, ephemeral in its lifespan, forms the fulcrum of the media extravaganza. On the other hand, the moving and still images of this monumental live attendance, available via electronic media, precipitates the wider arena of the mourning public that joins the crowd via their private screens. As they watch the mourning event live, they mark their “attendance” at the funeral procession in (physical) absentia. As we further illustrate attributes of funereal mediatization and the mourning public, we will encounter the core contradiction of a monumental live attendance facilitated by the spread of media. In making sense of this public that really “need not be there,” we grapple with communication systems designed to harvest attention at the cost of corporeal attendance; in this brief moment of monumental live attendance, though, the live attendees set aside the explicitly mediated experience of the funeral procession.

    The intensely affective and networked publics formed around these visual spectacles in Kerala disrupt the state’s claim to a rational mediation of public affect, the very underpinning of its further claim to a progressive public sphere. While Kerala appears relatively immune to star power and maintains a more rational stance vis-à-vis monumental expressions of public emotion during VIP funerals, it remains deeply embedded in star politics, albeit through the distribution of star value beyond the institutions of cinema. The melodramatic outpouring of emotion in mass grieving destabilizes Kerala’s claim to “rational” exceptionalism, particularly in terms of its progressive citizenry.

    Kerala vs. South India: A (Melodramatic) Rain Shadow Region?

    The personas of certain legendary South Indian icons who managed to convert their star power into political significance engendered vital imbrications in popular culture, celebrity politics, and broader socio-political mobilizations. Unsurprisingly, their deaths—M. G. Ramachandran (hereafter MGR, 1987), Jayalalitha (2016), M. Karunanidhi in Tamil Nadu (2018), N. T. Rama Rao (hereafter NTR, 1996) in Andhra Pradesh, and Rajkumar in Karnataka (2006)—triggered frenzied collectives of mourners. Following MGR’s demise, many Tamil people even resorted to acts of self-harm, such as self-immolation, wrist-cutting, and ingestion of poison, which resulted in thirty-one deaths in two days (Venkatramani). Many young men tonsured their heads, a customary Hindu practice typically observed following the death of a family member.[9] The more shocking incidents established associations between public grief over the deaths of political icons, particularly matinee idols in these South Indian states, and suicide and violence.[10] The hysterical mourning of the public was identified as a feature of fan bhakti [devotion] (Prasad). In informal public discourse, the adulation of these celebrity politicians made them individuals with quasi-divine personas. Prasad argues that fan bhakti as a cultural practice derives from the historical phenomenon of cine-politics, manifesting in virtual political sovereignty, whereby the marginalized population achieves a surrogate political existence in the shadows of the new nation. As Prasad shows, this history took shape in the wake of regionalist assertions of linguistic nationalism by South Indian states. The public enthusiasm surrounding star bodies thus signifies a sense of political community forged between a star and his fans. It becomes a locus of imaginary identification for individual fans amid conflicts over national identity at a specific moment in Indian history. This is the political enthusiasm that later extends to dead bodies in public view.

    The adulation of celebrities and enthusiasm for their funerals in Kerala nevertheless shies away from “irrational” bursts of public emotion. The disproportionately large farewells given to public figures such as literary and cultural practitioners, spiritual leaders, and small-time film actors need to be understood as part of the cleavages between the political and cultural spheres in Kerala, as opposed to the relatively smooth translation of star power into the political domain in South India (Radhakrishnan, “What is Left?”). The cleavages are built upon the state’s relatively subdued and stoic star-fan relationship. The influence of social and political movements—particularly the stronghold of communism in public life—as well as the role of religious communities in contestation with the distribution of development metrics across Kerala’s linguistic community, have made it less cohesive around a small number of cultural-political icons but more accepting of a wide array of social leadership. What makes the Kerala case particularly curious is how this cultural media economy of grief permeates into the rational, progressive premises upon which the popular discourses of the state’s public sphere are mounted. The corporeal intensity of the mourning public disrupts the historical tension between realism and melodrama which is vital to the fashioning of the state’s rational, progressive self-disposition. This Malayali self-image is built upon the spatial reconfiguration of the inside and outside as distinct realms of melodrama and realism, which posits melodrama as an irrational remnant of realism and its cultural authenticity. As we have argued elsewhere, this split mandate undergirds the privileging of secular rationality around which the public sphere has been imagined and manifests in the repression of public mourning from Kerala’s visual culture (KK and Kumar).

    The claims of the Malayali public as an enlightened reading public, a by-product of rational modernity’s formation of the state’s public sphere, significantly shape the cultural authenticity of realism in the state (Radhakrishnan, “‘Worlds’”; Varughese). The progressive credentials attributed to this reading public have nonetheless engendered cultural disdain towards Kerala’s neighbouring states, manifested predominantly in perceiving its public within the affective economy of melodrama and the populist idioms of mass cinema. Condescension toward the “irrationality” of the mass audience of neighbouring states, particularly Tamil people, has emerged from the hyper-visible fandom around South Indian male stars (Srinivas), and popular cinema being adopted as a medium for linguistic mobilization (Pandian). Such irrationality is, in turn, positioned against the predominance of social realism in Malayalam cinema that endorses a “developmental aesthetics” (Prasad 189) and a claim to the rational credentials of the state’s cultural industries and its audience.

    The interventions of culturally progressive movements, such as the library movement and literacy movement,[11] along with rational, progressive movements, such as the Kerala Sastra Sahitya Parishad (People’s Science Movement) and the rationalist group Kerala Yukthivadi Sangham, which sought to transform popular spheres into rational political space, consolidated the discourses of secular rationality by building a progressive and scientific temperament around the public sphere. These movements, strongly supported by the Communist Party, served as the primary vehicle for Malayali engagements with scientific discourses from the 1960s to the 1980s, promoting a secular understanding of science through mass education and numerous campaigns for civil action and community development (Bijukumar). These initiatives are an extension of the broader communist project aimed at constructing a public sphere through engagement with popular domains such as cinema, folk songs, and theatre, which enabled it to bridge the gap between the nationalist elites represented by the Indian National Congress and the common masses (Mannathukaran 2013). While it allowed the Left to consolidate and mobilize a public sphere, expanding its base among marginalized and working-class populations, their appropriation of key public spaces—such as libraries, reading rooms, tea shops, and village squares—were projected as emblematic of the rational, progressive credentials of these spheres, emphasizing the importance of reading in the regional public culture. Ratheesh Radhakrishnan argues that the narratives of Kerala’s exceptionalism are claimed through the credentials of an enlightened reading public, a distinctive history of communist mobilizations, and a model of social development that obscures its reliance on remittances from the Persian Gulf (“‘Worlds’”).

    Even as they contributed to the formation of the state’s public sphere, these interventions have been instrumental in fashioning the narratives of its genealogy through literary and cultural modernity and its translations into the Malayali rational self-definition. It is within the valences of a rationally modern public sphere in the cultural politics of the state that the inquiry into what drives an affective economy on the monumental scale of public emotion during these funerals emerges. Key to this conflict is the way Kerala, while being facilitated by the state and other democratic edifices, situates itself within the broader context of star worshipping and its populist dynamics in South India. For instance, unlike the frenzied collective of mourners discussed earlier, the funerals in Kerala drew a relatively disciplined and self-restrained public in grief. Attending these events in person held great importance in recognizing and installing people’s respective leaders in public memory as mass heroes. The heroes’ cultural sovereignty is translated into political sovereignty, however ephemeral. While Kerala may be different in handling the tensions, it firmly inhabits South India in terms of the conflicts and anxieties that divide cultural and political domains. Celebrity funerals are occasions when we witness a public reclaiming of the political by the quasi-monarchic splendour accorded to cultural icons of smaller constituencies.

    The state retreats and allows this public reclaiming of the political by way of the dead body of the cultural sovereign, partly because it poses no threat, but also to acknowledge the abrupt and incomplete transition from monarchic rule to constitutional democracy that characterizes much of South Asian politics. While the abruptness of this unstable transition is owed to the period of colonial rule, the post-independence cultural realm of South India has had to bear the burden of “serving as a shadow structure of political representation” (Prasad 19). The monarchic monumentality of celebrity funerals—even if ephemeral, since it is triggered only by mass public attention to events surrounding death—is, therefore, ironically facilitated by the state functionaries and procedures that represent the democratic artifice. It is important to note, however, that the growing public interest in these televisual spectacles has not replaced the newspapers’ coverage of VIP funerals in the state. Yet both television and newspapers have prospered and proliferated due to the endorsement and public validation offered in reciprocation. Hence, the genealogy of the state’s visual media, particularly its transition from traditional to new media through the convergence of legacy television with internet-driven platforms, is key to understanding the emergence of media practices that facilitate the spectacles of mass grieving. This shift has been pivotal in the proliferation of news television in the state. To explore this further, let us examine how satellite television laid the foundation for this phenomenon, particularly through the proliferation of live-streaming.

    Satellite Television and the Proliferation of News Channels

    The surge of private satellite television channels during the early 2000s broke the long-standing dominance of DD Malayalam (the regional arm of the national public broadcaster, Doordarshan) as well as Asianet and Surya TV, which had been the only private channels in Malayalam until 2000. Apart from the newly acquired functional freedom of the private sector following the economic liberalization, which resulted in a deregulated broadcasting market (Mehta 2008), the widespread popularity of private cable TV networks by the late ‘90s also precipitated the expansion of satellite channels.

    The first Malayalam satellite channel, Asianet—also one of the first private satellite television channels in India—was introduced in 1993 as a current affairs and entertainment channel using a Russian satellite.  It appealed to the Malayali audience through entertainment shows, news, and serials. It was well received in the wake of mounting anti-establishment political energies and the “neoliberal global market’s promises of the avenues to gratify one’s desires that were hitherto forbidden within the moral economy of the welfare state” (Joseph, “Contemporary Television” 4). Asianet’s popularity grew quickly and was followed by the 1998 launch of Surya TV, owned by the Sun Network, one of the largest media conglomerates in the country. The subsequent rise of multiple satellite television channels like Kairali TV, Jeevan, Amrita, Kiran TV, Jai Hind, Kairali We, Mazhavil Manorama, and Flowers led to a significant change in the state’s mediascape in the 2000s. Most of these channels, including Asianet, Surya, and Kairali, have also launched more channels exclusively for movies, musicals, and phone-in programs.

    The idea of liveness, mobilized on the claim of providing direct access to the distant “now”—the mainstay of live television broadcasting—has been crucial in expanding the audience demography of these channels. They built substantial popular interest in the live telecasting of various major events, including VIP funerals, election results, and so on, by providing immediate access to the distant. These channels broadcast live the football World Cup, cricket tournaments of the Indian national team, highlights of state annual budget sessions, beauty pageants, award shows, and some of the festivals and game shows that are popular in the region, and gained these channels substantial domestic and diaspora audiences.[12] The last two decades also witnessed the emergence of niche Malayalam channels. For instance, most of the prominent political parties in Kerala launched their TV channels—either party-run or owned by individuals or firms affiliated with political parties. These channels, including Kairali TV, Jai Hind TV, India Vision, and Janam TV, helped their parent body to consolidate their base and reach a wide audience by spreading their ideologies or fashioning the public image of many regional political leaders.[13] The media establishments run or owned by political parties have not only thrived but dominated the media ecosystem of Kerala, which was shaped as much by neoliberal economic policy as by Delhi media. Regional politics has, therefore, superseded what was effectively a political move toward the “free” flow of information.

    This assertive cultural multipolarity has expanded the media industries manifold. The key breakthrough for the purpose of this essay was the introduction of around-the-clock news channels such as India Vision, Asianet News, Reporter TV, Manorama News, Kairali People, Mathrubhumi News, Media One, and 24 News TV. They significantly augmented the Malayali television audience’s exposure to news, particularly primetime news. Since most of these news channels are extensions of popular newspapers in Malayalam, the televisual economy operates as an overlay upon the newspaper-reading public. This newspaper-reading public has been at the heart of Kerala’s literary and political public sphere.

     

    In the competitive media ecosystem of official media partners and broadcasters, news channels recognize the potential of the live coverage of VIP funeral processions. Around 2015, with the launch of Reliance Jio with predatory pricing (Athique and Kumar), the eruption of a strong digital video ecosystem resulted in most news channels starting an official YouTube channel. Proliferating mobile screens began to overwhelm television viewing behaviour. Nevertheless, it is important to understand that digital disruption has not replaced television; it provides another interface for legacy media, particularly to channel public attention towards VIP funerals animated by urgent expressions of “liveness.”  Despite Derrida’s critique of “televisual artificiality,” which highlights the live broadcast as an inherently constructed event that mediates, interprets, and often distorts reality, the live coverage of grand funerals holds the potential to evoke powerful spectacles of public emotion, marking the collective cultural memories of the state.

    The Affective Public(s)

    In The Cinematic Mode of Production: Attention Economy and the Society of the Spectacle, Jonathan Beller explains how capitalism transformed the act of looking into value-productive labor with the emergence of cinema and its succeeding formations, particularly television, computers, and the Internet. He argues that capitalism began monetizing attention, which resulted in many media platforms operating within the computational logic of capital. Indeed, the most well-known case in which the media spectacles around an individual’s personal and public life found its logical extension in their death was the live coverage of the death and funeral of Princess Diana (1997), one of the most-watched live broadcasts to date (Rigney). The extensive live coverage of her funeral that turned into a global event of seemingly epic proportions is founded upon the scandalous value of her life as an object of global fascination and obsessional documentation, both in the tabloid industry and across the spectrum of mass media. The heavily dramatized televisual spectacle of mass hysteria around Diana’s death was the cloyingly sentimental effect of media manipulation and populist reaction, anchored by the royal figure rich in cultural themes and fantasies (Kear and Steinberg; Hay). Analyzing the role of photographs in constructing the image simulacrum of Princess Diana, Jill R. Chancey posits that the global reaction to her death is propelled by photographs fostering a perceived intimacy with the public, thereby contributing to the worldwide outpouring of grief upon her death. Diana lived under great media scrutiny fuelled by an insatiable hunger for sensationalism. It quite literally chased her to a violent death. The funerals under discussion here, by contrast—those of Kalabhavan Mani, the Dalit Malayalam actor, in 2016; of Panakkad Hyder Ali Shihab Thangal, in 2022; and of the former chief minister of Kerala, Oommen Chandy, in 2023—which are detailed earlier in the essay, were preceded by relatively sedate public lives. The massive emotional outpouring registered at these figures’ funerals did not merely follow from a life lived in the fast lane of media attention.

                How do these spectacles manifest affective publics? How can their emotional valences be engaged in relation to the affective qualities of the public sphere, and counterposed to rational modernity’s claims of public reason? The dominant imaginaries regarding Kerala’s public sphere are predicated upon a rational modernity paradigm, materialized in the discursive terrain of rational debates in the public domain (Bijukumar 2019; Harikrishnan 2022; Joseph, “Contemplative Spectator”).[14] This paradigm has excluded and delegitimized a wide range of emotional expressions and “irrational” outpourings, prompting the rise of multiplicities of public spheres, particularly of counter-publics (Warner) that disrupt this rational cleansing. As Michael Warner suggests, these counter-publics have emerged as distinct subgroups that challenge or diverge from dominant publics, giving voice to marginalized groups often excluded from mainstream discourses. Communication technologies play a crucial role in facilitating interactions between these publics and counter-publics. Televisual networks have maneuvered the potential of live broadcasting to mediate and amplify spectators’ affective sensibilities and visceral responses to loss. Analyzing live broadcasting as the semantic specificity of television, Jerome Bourdon argues that live broadcasting, which is valorized as a means to transcend temporal and spatial constraints, facilitates the convergence of vast groups of people in a distinct collective experience. Mapping out the implications of “liveness” both as material and as affect in the convergence of news narratives in Indian television, Akshaya Kumar writes:

    liveness is audio-visually composed as much of live handheld footage as it is of dramatic soundtracks, of animated movement across images or screens, of animated texts and scrolls, of still images dramatically zoomed into, and of old live footage referring to new subjects. When news subjects walk away from a sea of journalists and cameras, the new media screens split between them and the newsroom, combining live action and sensational text with the high-pitched enunciation of urgency. Liveness within news media collapses the wall that separates us—the audience—from the substance rendered in live coverage, seemingly dismantling media’s critical role in connecting news content and the audience. The problems of liveness then are twofold: (1) the analytical gap between content and audiences collapses, and (2) the news media works out a convenient exceptionalism by which spaces away from the newsroom are further removed. (539)

    Similarly, the live coverage of celebrity funerals blurs the distinction between content and audience since it unfolds in real time, directly from actual locations. This distance from newsrooms and media studios generates an illusion for the audience of active participation in the unfolding events. Moreover, the news anchor’s presence is limited to a voiceover, guiding the spectators through the series of events displayed on the live television screen. Live telecasting intervenes in the usual formulas or genres of broadcasting that are either suspended or preempted, followed by special announcements or preludes. The live coverage of funerals thus commences with a breaking news bulletin that announces the death to the viewers and thereby removes them from the routines of the daily news by locking them into liveness for hours or days. Contrary to the television programs intended for an undifferentiated audience assumed to be passive and with a short attention span, the live streaming of celebrity funerals runs for hours and is envisioned primarily for a specific audience. This visual and live evocation triggers a sense of ceremonial participation among the viewers.

    For instance, in the animated voice-over that accompanies the images of Chandy’s funeral, he is constantly addressed as Kunjoonj or Puthuppalli’s Kunjoonj, a constituency he represented for more than five decades. The telecast is filled with emotionally charged testimonies from people who reiterate his phenomenal presence among them. The channels present the crowd thronging the roadsides, people running behind the funeral cortege, and the public waiting patiently for hours to meet the leader one last time, much like they did during his Janasambarka paripadi, a mass contact program[15] lauded as a unique democratic experiment under which the chief minister would go to the public to hear their grievances and ensure relief, short-circuiting the bureaucratic procedures. By comparison, channels extol Mani’s working-class origins while celebrating how he remained an integral part of public life in Chalakkudi, his native place. The channels continuously state that the mass grief around his death resulted from the warmth he exuded as a performer and a human being, which endeared him to thousands. Similarly, Media One’s narrative highlights Thangal’s ability to maintain cordial personal relations despite political differences.  One of the key recurring motifs in the live coverage remains that of historicity—in the sense that the events on the screen are unique and that participants and commentators are privileged to be a part of this history. The telecast also features live coverage of eulogies and speeches delivered at the funeral, allowing the audience to witness heartfelt tributes from close associates, loved ones, and the public. Numerous camera angles capture poignant moments of grief, including close-ups of reactions from attendees. High-pitched background scores, insertion of images, and live videos from multiple locations within the same arena uphold this intensity.

    These spectacles thus contribute to the “affective economies” of grief (Ahmed) by recruiting televisual and social networks to shape the process of mourning, even as these networks retain an economic force that significantly affects social relationships. Echoing Sara Ahmed’s views on the role of emotion in forming subject alignments within collective bodies, a robust economy of grief has consolidated around public mourning, revealing how public affect intersects with social and political structures while being shaped by broader economic and cultural forces (“Affective Economies”). Live media events spread across various platforms, leading to the revival of live television that reimagines and reinvents liveness itself; however, it confers a distinct competitive advantage upon TV networks over streamed content services (Sørensen).[16] Boyd understands networked publics as both the space constructed through networked technologies and the imagined collective that emerges as a result of the intersection of people, technology, and practice. The swift dissemination of short video clips from live-streamed funerals, which may span several days, leverages the immediacy and extensive reach of these platforms to cater to users seeking brief updates.[17] This contrasts with television and YouTube, which serve audiences accustomed to more prolonged and detailed content. Additionally, the broad reach of social media facilitates the content’s accessibility across various languages, though this expansive reach frequently emphasizes the spectacle and visual grandeur of the event over deeper engagement with the content.

    The massive popularity of digital and social media—and by extension the vast profits to be made by harnessing this popularity— also led to the rise of algorithmic biases of personalized content filtering, including filter bubbles (Pariser) and echo chambers (Quattrociocchi et al.), which tend to isolate users from a range of viewpoints. Nevertheless, the mourning public mobilizes and connects through displays of heightened expressions of emotions and sentiment. By situating monumental spectacles of public affect within the broader context of the public enthusiasm for celebrity figures and star politics in South India, we show how these displays constitute a cultural counterpoint to the state’s otherwise rational self-positioning.

    The Enchantments of Public Grieving

    The public spheres of South India have contested the preeminent, post-independence center of political life in India by negotiating supra-national structures through cultural and political idioms of linguistic sub-nationalism. These negotiations, which intensified in the mid-1950s via acts of self-immolation and widespread public unrest for the linguistic reorganization of states, led to the recentring of popular consciousness on new linguistic-national identities marked by cultural distinctions. The subsequent emergence of multiple and fragmented sovereignties has further amplified social clusters’ public confrontations with the Indian social body (Hansen). The phenomenal star power of celebrities across South India also emerges from this context of political formations cursed with a congenital identity crisis (Prasad). We are, therefore, confronted by virtual sovereignty formations around star figures that supplement the lack of political representation, utilizing linguistic nationality as the basis for popular sovereignty.

    Kerala has remained largely detached from this trajectory of cine-political cultural formations and fan bhakti as a source of popular enthusiasm. The development of cinema and the star system in the region has not fostered fan devotion as a pivotal resource for forging community. The lack of star power’s translation into political power has led to a more stoic relationship between film stars and fans in Kerala and is claimed as a manifestation of the rational, progressive sensibility of the Malayalis. On the contrary, we contend that a primarily televisual economy, which capitalizes on the emotional valences of a monumental mourning public, incorporates Kerala within South India’s star politics. Concurrently, we situate the tableau of monarchic splendour manifested in the public’s emotional outpouring at the funerals of prominent figures in Kerala as indicative of the broader cultural intensities of South India. It also elevates public figures with relatively sedate lives to the status of stars endowed with charismatic authority through the iconization of their deaths. During the fleeting moments of their beloved leaders’ final journeys, the monumental public and their emotional outpourings embody the cultural manifestation of popular sovereignty, which is, remarkably, choreographed in part by democratic functionaries of the state. To illustrate this, the live broadcast of these funerals showcases how the public is granted access to the ceremony in which they stand witness, mourn, pay homage, and actively contribute to the grandeur of the funeral. Also, the state accommodates mourners with a specially modified bus with wide windows for public tributes along the streets. The primary focus of the live media broadcast is thus on the bus navigating through the grieving crowds, along with the close-up shots depicting the scenes inside the bus and the state honors given by the Kerala police. The scenes on these contrasting ends are often displayed side by side via a split-screen.

    The state and its parties also make elaborate arrangements to invite the general public to offer their final farewells at the official residence of party leaders, party offices, community halls, public stadiums, and huge pavilions, all known for their capacity to accommodate large gatherings. The TV channels focus on emotionally volatile audience members in these civic arenas, which become a key site for focusing and galvanizing public attention and sentiment. While the rational self-fashioning of the public sphere in Kerala may be repressive for mourning practices in general, the overwhelming eruption of emotion among the monumental attendees is nevertheless rationalized by a “civic sense.” Not letting the emotions get the better of them, the relatively “orderly” attendees remain aware of and sensitive towards a sense of civic duty to reciprocate the gestures made by the state. Therefore, the visceral outpouring of emotion against the rational stranglehold over the public sphere does not translate into general protestations against the state and its symbolic, order-maintaining power. The civic responsibilities of both state and mourners are wedded in events that enjoin the media and the citizens at large to stand witness, if not participate directly.

    Nonetheless, these spectacles reveal a form of popular sovereignty that publicly deviates from, if not challenges, the electoral basis of sovereign power. Recognizing the heightened media attention and emotional resonance surrounding such occasions, political parties often appropriate funeral processions by embedding their ideology in communications with the grieving public. After all, funerals of public figures provide an opportunity to consolidate cultural, political, or religious ground by plugging into the legacy of the departed figure. Therefore, the attention economy built around mass grieving lies at the crossroads of popular culture and the socio-political context, duly amplified by the affordances of live coverage. Kerala’s contemporary spectacles of mass grieving disrupt the self-definition of the Malayali public sphere by hitting back at the historical repression of melodramatic outpourings in public.[18] The economy built around the affective valences of a monumental crowd not only amplifies and summons populist sentiments but also provides a visual archive of the emotional outpourings that militate against a public sphere historically alienated from the events of public grieving. The mediatization of the mourning public in Kerala restores, to some extent, the reciprocal order at the heart of democratic governance by allowing a breach of the disenchantment central to the emergence of rational modernity; indeed, this long-withheld breach further amplifies the enchantments of public grieving. In effect, public grieving and its mediatization in Kerala has become increasingly overdetermined by the historical- cultural embankments against overwhelming and possibly multiplicative emotional turbulence.

    Conclusion

    We have elucidated the dynamics of a media ecosystem of mass grief in Kerala, exploring how it has consolidated an attention economy around the corporeal intensity of the attendees’ visceral responses at the funeral sites of public figures. This media economy has emerged in the state over the last two decades and leverages urgent expressions of “liveness” to galvanize the crowd around TV sets and other personal screens. The resultant affective economy of grief has birthed a set of cultural practices that reside at the intersections of politics, religion, and popular culture. However, expressions of quasi-monarchic cultural sovereignty at these funerals are not mere effects of media-centric spectacle. The digital monumentality of the live-streamed crowd in mourning supplements the real-time congregation of the mourning public. While televisual networks certainly contribute to a procession’s spectacular effects, the actual event and its material manifestations—that is, the mass culture of mourning crowds—hold more significance for understanding the dynamics of this cultural practice.

    The temporality of the mourning public is in a peculiar self-identification here, because what calls it into existence is death—an absent presence whose quiet durability guides the life of every organism. The ephemeral monumentality of crowds thus punctuates the durable communication between life and death for the chosen few whose deeds managed to affect people deeply. The mourning public, therefore, stands witness to the materiality of death rituals while rendering “heavy” corporeality to the media event. In their workday lives, public figures might not assert the quasi-monarchic popular sovereignty bestowed upon their deaths, but this contrast is broadly indicative of the repression that characterizes the rational self-fashioning of the Malayali public sphere.

                The insistent presence of grand media spectacles—live coverage of events that suspend routine television programming for several days—uncovers the ruptures intrinsic to the public sphere. William Mazzarella investigates the “totalitarian pathology” of the North Korean crowd in an essay on Western media’s disdainful responses to the widely circulated images of people crying at the death of North Korean leader Kim Jong-Il in 2011. He argues that the disdain is derived from deep-rooted liberal anxiety in Western political discourses. The impossibility for Western observers to believe the sincerity of the crowd’s tears, he avers, manifests an itch in the liberal imagination informed by a purported logic of irrationality. The underlying tension between reason and affect, a fundamental conflict in mainstream political discourse, has also been a significant axis of the rational discourses around Kerala’s public sphere. However, a rampant media economy built around the visceral apparatus of a monumental mourning public challenges, if not entirely disavows, the prevailing discourse around the rational, scientific temperament of Kerala’s public sphere. The pervasiveness of mass, melodramatic mourning undermines Kerala’s rational modernity as a cultural singularity by simultaneously situating this modernity within the cultural dynamics of mass politics and star worshipping in South India.


    Notes

    [1] Malayalam is the official language of Kerala, the southernmost state in India.

    [2] Nayanar, also the state’s longest-serving chief minister, died in 2004, at age 85, at the All-India Institute of Medical Sciences in New Delhi following heart failure.

    [3] The channel projected how Nayanar earned the respect and affection of many ordinary people as a stalwart of the communist movement and how his popularity was fashioned largely around his reputation as a charming speaker and witty political entertainer.

    [4] By the late 1990s, Gulf Malayali had become a significant driving force for the satellite TV industry.

    [5] B. R. P. Bhaskar, a noted journalist, also points out that, since Nayanar’s funeral procession, the families of many distinguished Keralites who have lived and died outside Kerala have come under official and public pressure to allow the bodies to be brought home for a funeral with state adulations.

    [6] Even though many other celebrity funerals have witnessed substantial public attention and media coverage, these three could have attracted the most overwhelming emotional outpouring and unprecedented media attention.

    [7] South India, also referred to as Peninsular India, comprises the states of Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka, Kerala, Tamil Nadu, and Telangana.

    [8] We use the terms VIP funerals and celebrity funerals interchangeably in this article.

    [9] The grieving masses also resorted to acts of vandalism: hurling stones, incinerating buses, dislodging road dividers, plundering shops, conflagrating statues of opposition leaders, and so on. Whereas, in the aftermath of NTR’s death, a follower committed suicide and many temples sprouted in rural Andhra Pradesh, where he was worshipped as a Hindu deity.

    [10] The funeral procession of Rajkumar in Karnataka, attended by nearly two million people, was also marked by violence, as mourners attacked public property, leading to police intervention involving lathi-charge and tear gas.

    [11] The library movement in Kerala is a grassroots initiative that emerged in the early twentieth century, focused on establishing public libraries to promote literacy, education, and access to knowledge for all, significantly contributing to the state’s cultural and intellectual development.

    The literacy movement is a significant social initiative that began in the 1980s aimed at eradicating illiteracy and promoting education across all demographics, resulting in the state achieving one of the highest literacy rates in India.

    [12] It includes the live coverage of Ranji Trophy tournaments, a domestic first-class cricket championship played between multiple teams representing regional and state cricket associations, and Thrissur Pooram, the largest annual temple festival held in Thrissur, Kerala.

    [13] In addition, many channels were introduced to target specific communities, including Amrita TV by the Mata Amritanandamayi Math; Shalom TV, an Indian catholic Christian TV channel; Darshana TV, the first satellite channel from the Malabar region owned by Muslim community management; and Harvest TV, a Christian devotional channel. These channels are borne out of the newly acquired economic and cultural mobility of their respective communities.

    [14] These imaginaries include an active reading public nurturing the public sphere (Bijukumar), everyday social spaces such as tea shops, public libraries, village squares, and so on forming as discursive arenas of public deliberations (Harikrishnan) and an enduring legacy of secular rationality vindicated by the left political tradition (Joseph, “Contemplative Spectator”). For more on the formatting of the public sphere, see also Calhoun and Habermas.

    [15] Mass contact program was a remarkable innovation, under which he stood on his feet for fourteen to eighteen hours a day in each of the state’s fourteen districts, meeting lakhs of voters in order to address the grievances of the people directly.

    [16] Sørensen examines how the live TV coverage of major events is key to the multiplatform strategy of British public service channels.

    [17] However, newly emergent short video platforms like MX TakaTak and Twitch, which spread content quickly due to their brief format, have little impact here. This is partly because the subjects of televisual and digital streaming are not heavily affected by time constraints; rather, the prolonged and slow-moving temporality of funerals is a fundamental aspect of the visuality of the final journeys of public figures.

    [18] The rational discourses around the state’s public sphere have been built by endorsing realism as the dominant mode of address over melodramatic articulations.

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  • Zoopraxiscope to Nope: A Case for Nonhuman Cinema Historiography

    Clare Ostroski

    Abstract

    This article examines the ontologies of blackness, animality, and technology in Jordan Peele’s Nope (2022). It argues that Nope’s CGI alien both engages and resists canonized film histories of material and discursive humanness, demonstrating the medium’s complex relationships between humanness and not. By tracing interlocking logics of racism, spectacular technology, and animal exploitation, the article seeks to undo notions of cinema as inherently “human,” arguing that Nope’s aesthetic and epistemological collapses of body, machine, alien, animal, and human can open more possibilities for cinematic ontology and historiography.

    Early in Jordan Peele’s Nope (2022), Eadweard Muybridge’s “The Horse in Motion” (1878) is described as “the very first assembly of photographs to create a motion picture.” Simplifying Muybridge’s contribution—one of many prototypic films from the nineteenth century—to the history of American cinema, the line becomes just one of Nope’s many historical citations. The film follows the Haywood family, Hollywood horse ranchers literally descended from the black jockey in Muybridge’s zoopraxiscope. As their animal actors are increasingly supplanted by digitally rendered horses, a UFO starts terrorizing the ranch, evading the family’s attempts to film it.[1] A hybrid between ship and crew, technology and living body, the extraterrestrial named “Jean Jacket” continually disrupts the family’s attempts to cinematically document it by conjuring storms, killing things, or short-circuiting electricity. Not unlike the horses, however, Jean Jacket is only violent when someone looks into its eyes. With Hollywood’s demand for horses in decline, the Haywoods, their animals, and the alien are each objectified and mystified, as the horses are rendered disposable by Hollywood’s use of computer-generated imagery (CGI), and literally disposed of by the digitally composed Jean Jacket. Relentlessly reconfiguring overdetermined histories of capture, evasion, animality, and otherworldliness, Nope approaches canonized ideas of cinematic technologies from perspectives that are anything but canonized.

    Just as history has overlooked the blackness of what it often claims to be “the very first” motion picture, black people become downright invisible when animals, spectacle, and CGI are involved. While it is a blockbuster explicitly citing some of the most naturalized ideas about its medium’s history, Nope defies those processes aesthetically, diegetically, and extratextually. In its engagement with and subversion of aesthetic and economic histories, it serves as a clarifying entry point to radically reimagining how cinematic spectacle and technology necessarily involve and can be co-opted by the people and bodies they have most often discarded. Unpacking these ideas in Nope and beyond, I argue that cinema ontologically complicates human and animal categories, but in so doing also crystallizes their material formations.

    Fig. 1. Horse “Sallie Gardner” ridden by an uncredited jockey. Screenshot from Muybridge, “The Horse in Motion.”

    Muybridge seems to flatten horse and rider, with both playing second fiddle to the main attraction of reproduced motion. Yet this blending of human and animal is further complicated by the rider’s seemingly black flesh, which materializes an otherwise uncredited human star. A simple collapse between human and nonhuman is further problematized by Muybridge’s realization of the film via celluloid, made of gelatin, a product of boiled tendons from real animal bodies. To locate animals and less-than-people in the history of cinema’s spectacular representation of humans is therefore to capaciously understand how nonhumanness has been shaped throughout modern and postmodern histories. In so doing, a historiographic practice materializes that centers animal, laboring, and non-white human subjects in the mechanical representation of images and in the logics by which those images are animated. Cinema also provides a model for understanding how violent histories are formed on a cultural register, as the use of animal death to render the meaning of humanness has changed with the medium’s technological and stylistic developments. People die, too, to reproduce images that denote which bodies have access to the humanness of cinema’s technological and spectacular apparatuses. It is a question of which people die to produce the mediated life of others, however, which fundamentally disrupts the medium’s sense of humanistic technological achievement.

    Richard Dyer has shown that cinema has been “fixed and naturalized” around privileging white subjects, from the inability of cameras to reproduce black flesh to the stylistic and cultural norms those cameras established and reified (103). Nope not only excavates those histories but denaturalizes them by showing how cinema, labor exploitation, and racist objectification are all discursively and materially forged through their interactions. While the medium is constantly in flux between light impressions on filmstock and digital imagery, it always sustains an aura of technological human progress. Those technologies and spectacles also reliably stick to the juncture between animal and machine. While their aesthetic representations might be blurred, in other words, animals and people historically rendered less-than-human are still objectified as threatening or industrially futile, while their differentiations are constantly materialized by specific historic conditions.

    In direct relation to “The Horse in Motion,” Nope emerges from these material-discursive histories to engage explicitly with the representational ontologies of human and animal. On the Haywoods’ uncannily and quintessentially American ranch, “the other” is not one symbol or body, just as the alien is not clearly a technological device or a creature. Instead, the film’s nucleus is itself a kinship forged between black Hollywood laborers, their horses, and Jean Jacket, all sharing in their “alienation” from society or themselves, yet reproducing the medium’s exploitations along species lines. The only way to synthesize the historiographic complexities in Nope is therefore to follow its lead; Nope’s interjections in the medium’s ongoing history and ontology prove a methodologically salient approach to reorienting our study of cinema toward the bodies and subjects it has historically disregarded. This essay unpacks how discursive and material nonhumanness can be understood in the context of spectacular technology, and how a politically productive definition of nonhumanness is forged from cinema’s racist distinctions between animality and humanness. Inspired by Nope’s explicit engagement with the thrust of cinematic history, this approach is marked by the establishments and ruptures of aesthetic and industrial conventions through proto- and post-cinematic eras. By tracking entanglements of differently nonhuman bodies and categories through the development of moving pictures in Euro-America and globalized re-assemblage of exploitative industries and aesthetics during the rise of digital imagery, I argue the flesh and performativities of non- and less-than-humans are foundational to film’s technological and cultural ontologies.

    I use Nope’s contrasts between alienness, blackness, and animality both as research objects and methodological models. Beginning with a citation of the “first” horse and black body in motion, the film is winkingly literal in its complications of technologies and industries of “looking.” Next to the Haywood ranch, for example, an amusement park called Jupiter’s Claim markets Jean Jacket as an all-American attraction, testifying to the exoticism of animality and the greatness of humanity’s domination over primitive violence. This cites a historical link between amusement parks, animal exploitation, and cinematic attraction by comparing the alien and early spectacle of, say, a horse in motion. But the attraction quickly devolves when its spectators gaze too intently at Jean Jacket, who swallows them whole with a mouth resembling a camera’s aperture. Produced and distributed by Universal Pictures, a replica of Jupiter’s Claim was constructed as a permanent attraction in the studio’s eponymous, real-life Hollywood theme park (White). At this attraction, the film’s historical citations conjure spatial tensions between nature and control in the modern otherness of proto-cinematic cities, this time in the overly determined postmodern attraction of real-life movie fantasy.

    Fig. 2. The final encounter between O. J. Haywood, his horse, and Jean Jacket. Screenshot from Peele, Nope

    These collapses between the ontologies of blackness, animality, and technology are not flattening but dynamic; as storm clouds brew and clear, blowing dust and blood over the Haywood Ranch, animals and blackness are put in active, discursive negotiation with the natural and economic environments the ranch materially occupies. It is Nope’s depiction of Hollywood that compares black workers to its animal performers, but the Haywoods exploit Jean Jacket like their horses, whom Jean Jacket spectacularly murders. The film exploits its audience, too, with a promotional facsimile of Jupiter’s Claim. By considering these complexities, I engage a canonized history of cinematic spectacle and technology to reinterpret the medium from a nonhuman perspective, applying that model back onto Nope. Specifically using rubrics of blackness and animality to explore the material-discursivity of spectacular technology, I seek to undo historical notions of cinema as fundamentally, ontologically human, reorienting those canonized histories toward bodies and performances of beings that have not been granted equal power to look and labor.

    While simultaneously analyzing a text and breaking apart its historicity seems unconventional, this essay attempts to animate a sort of epistemological dereliction offered by Nope’s citational and narrative structures. Both perpetuating and rupturing historical patterns of exploitation in film, Nope visualizes both the conditions that led to its existence and the ways cinema can radically break from its exploitative logics. The medium’s consistent refusal to reproduce the flesh of black and laboring people, whose bodies have been otherwise central to its technological and industrial developments, reifies both the social nonhumanness of certain people and the perceived, essential humanness of film technology. Nope’s extra-human creature, on the other hand, demonstrates a divergent potential embedded in cinema’s aesthetic and economic histories, newly imagining the medium’s social future in an age of digital nonhumanness. This essay follows Nope’s rebellious and constant syntheses of body and medium, cinema and not-human, which parallel the epistemological obstacles to using and historicizing cinema—a medium built for and by colonial-capitalist visions of humanness—for radical aesthetic means. After surveying key ontological categories at play, I maneuver between using Nope and the canon it engages to thread an alternatively nonhuman needle through some particularly well-trodden areas of cinematic history.

    Volatile Ontologies of Animality, Race, and Cinema

    John Berger succinctly describes the paradigm articulating animals and media: “The first subject matter for painting was animal. Probably the first paint was animal blood. Prior to that, it is not unreasonable to suppose that the first metaphor was the animal” (7). For Berger, the most salient lens through which to understand these processes is “the look” dominant man gives the marginal animal, thereby performing a human/nonhuman hierarchy (24). Animals are, in other words, culturally and physically marginalized by their mimetic representation and aestheticization as never-human, a discursive necessity for defining, in fact, what a human is. As animal fleshes are used on cinema’s most basically material register, it is important to consider how that “look” intersects with the political and cultural history of its making. Authorized by Nope’s jumps between historical movements and ruptures, I oscillate between the material and discursive, performance and flesh, gazing and reproducing in order to approach cinematic nonhumanness as an ongoing historical condition. Animal bodies, I argue, are used to render their cultural and philosophical selves visible or invisible via their mediation; their visibility or invisibility is an ontological foundation for the way the gazes of cameras and spectators exploit nonhumans.

    Cinema’s aesthetic, industrial, and semiotic extraction of what it deems not-quite-human bodies, that is, racialized flesh and raw animal materials, is crucial to understanding any of its other practices. From uncovering animals in the mechanical representation of images to the logics by which those images are animated, cinema also becomes an entry point for disrupting the white humanism embedded in broader materialist histories of embodied race. An ontology of “humanness” as it relates to flesh, race, and animality is baked into both cinematic technology and its cultural history. Dyer explains that the photographic apparatus and the chemistry of camera stocks were developed with only white skin in mind, “so much so that photographing non-white people is typically construed as a problem” (89). Gazing at those reproduced images, in bell hooks’s words, is thus inherently a “site of resistance” where these overdetermined marginalizations must be renegotiated by black spectators (116).  The exploitation and death of animals has also remained central to the medium’s mimetic attraction, with its ontological and industrial establishments around black subjects developing dialectically with a similar use of or disregard for the labor and bodies of animals.

    My approach to synthesizing these histories specifically takes after Karen Barad’s ontological approach to posthuman performativity, positing that neither physical materiality nor social discursivity be privileged when theorizing how bodies are externally categorized or autonomously performative (823). Applying this model, however, must also look toward the biopolitics of blackness, as its material-discursivity has precluded some bodies from ever being rendered human at all. Zakiyyah Iman Jackson, for example, defines antiblackness as precedential to animality, while also complicating the materiality of both. Because racial categorization and the colonial distinction between beasts and civilized humans were mutually and simultaneously constructed, she argues, the “matter” of blackness, that is, both its corporeal materiality and historical discursivity, has been underdetermined. Bénédicte Boisseron, on the other hand, suggests that blackness is not incomparable to animality, but materially and discursively entwined with it (xvii).[2] 

    If blackness has indeed emerged from industrial colonialism underdetermined, its historiographic rematerialization demands a human ontology that addresses the range of nonhuman interactions from which it arises.[3] In other words, a radical reimagination (or eradication) of humanism demands an explicit and ongoing theory of human and nonhuman bodies and subjects. Jackson’s and Boisseron’s differently calibrated approaches to “the animal question” in material-discursive histories of race suggest a fundamental and dialectical complexity between nonhuman animals and less-than-human people. In this materialist history, otherness, race, and animality are all mutually realized, which produces a sense of violent symmetry and simultaneity in the relation between animals and othered humans.

    Bringing this methodology to the hinge point of flesh, Hortense Spillers’s approach to the “symbolic paradigms” of humanness is imperative, braiding together the discursive ephemera of race and gender with the seen and felt materialities of enslavement (66). Of the relationship between humanness and blackness, Spillers accounts for a historical differentiation between “body” and “flesh,” which also affords the differentiation between “captive” and “liberated” subjects. Black flesh thus invariably materializes the discursive illusions of race, snagging the body in its iconographic interpellations (Spillers 67). Jackson cites this idea in her account of animalized blackness, defining the black woman as an icon around which humanness itself is materialized. The human category, discursively formed in contrast to nonhuman counterparts, does not exist without the performativity of blackness embedded in the racist, and seemingly indexical, animality of dark skin (92).[4] Materialism thereby gives a tactile sense of flesh and bone to the subjective formations of race, gender, and animality that, in Spillers’s words, otherwise “adhere to no symbolic integrity” (66).

    As Laura McMahon and Michael Lawrence argue, “[T]he ontologies and histories of animal life and the moving image are deeply interlocked” (9). When cameras were invented to be technologically blind to black flesh, that flesh of non-white subjects also became indispensable to the cinematic medium’s economic and aesthetic developments. Likewise, as the titular horse in motion went uncredited by name but became iconographic in canonized film history, the fleshes of all kinds of animals were baked into the medium; at the level of filmstock, bodies become gelatin, and in the cultural reproduction of their images, movies of animals running and dying became crucial to the way proto-cinema was understood. These dynamics are not isolated to the proto-cinematic; instead, they highlight how notions of humanness play into the semiotic and visual representations of animals throughout the medium’s life.

    Flesh complexly sutures bodies—human or not—with ideas of “performing” humanness, or not. In cinema, the performativities of flesh are uniquely visualized by its historical intersections of human and nonhuman, death and animation. Its spectacle and reproducibility materialize and dematerialize bodies; just as the dead animals in gelatin are used to represent a horse and jockey, computer animation materializes Nope’s animalistic UFO. Despite its attraction of technological innovation and industrial authority, the medium is thereby always mutually constitutive with the colonial-capitalist hierarchy of humanness. In the post-cinematic context from which Nope emerges, flesh is dangerously abstracted. When the materials of images become ephemeral digital code, we must look toward the political ecology of computer-generated images which involve human death from different industries and historical lineages. Kristen Whissel also argues that CGI figures ontologically and fundamentally involve flesh more literally, composing real-life animals with binary code through the visualization of skin, blood, and bones in a “digital body-building project” (92). As I will discuss in detail, these figures appeal to the medium’s sense of humanness through their perceived ability to kill or die (Whissel). Narratively and aesthetically, Nope tangles all these historical threads in its diegetic and extratextual reliance on nonhuman cinema, and its representation of a deadly, CGI alien.

    Slaughterhouses and Celluloid

    However influential, “The Horse in Motion” came from an already storied tradition of animals in motion pictures. Over two hundred years prior, Athanasius Kircher’s seventeenth-century magic lanterns helped to establish the parameters of cinematic spectacle by using flies as living puppets. A little later, chicken egg whites were used to adhere photos to projection glass. When filmstock began to appear, its celluloid base was made from the viscous byproduct of discarded meat. At the time of the zoopraxiscope, famed animal arbiter P.T. Barnum was using spectacular experiments to help form the disparate mimetic techniques used in phantasmagorias. Meanwhile, scientific demonstrations placed miniature aquariums of living fish or insects inside lanterns, which would screen the animals as larger-than-life shadows.[5]

    Nicole Shukin has flagged these kinds of fetishes across all “modern logics,” using “rendering” to navigate between the way animals are disassembled into resources—“the industrial boiling down and recycling of animal remains”—and reproduced in culture, “interpreting an object in linguistic, painterly, musical, filmic, or other media” (20).[6] Rather than “The Horse in Motion,” this history of movies begins with popular slaughterhouse tours at the turn of the twentieth century, where the moving line of violent sights, sounds, and smells of animal disassembly forged affective and perceptual logics for cinematic spectacle (100).[7] In the momentum of this genealogy, Shukin problematizes theoretical abstraction of the animal outright, contending it risks a collapse of historic, political, and physical differences between animals, humans, and objects.[8] Instead, she argues for a deconstruction of nonhuman fetishization, thereby reinfusing animals with “historical specificity and substance” (38).[9] 

    These marriages between material and sign, presence and representation, illustrate the centrality of animals across industrial developments, emphasizing the value of more broadly materializing nonhumanness. Shukin names celluloid, film, and electricity itself as technologies for the cultural sanitation of animal death, demonstrating a modern dependence on animal sacrifice (158). Deploying Marx’s “mere jelly of undifferentiated or human labor,” she reads analog cinema as an unavoidably visceral medium for the suture between material and symbolic animal violences (Keenan 168).[10] A nonhuman historiography thereby asserts that celluloid did not naturally develop into CGI, but coexists alongside it in an ongoing condition produced by the material relations of history, technology, and spectacle.

    Nope can be used as a contemporary hinge point for these trajectories as it straddles analog and digital technologies and histories. Whenever the Haywoods attempt to document Jean Jacket, electricity on the ranch mysteriously short circuits. When O. J. Haywood’s (Daniel Kaluuya) sister Emerald (Keke Palmer) installs a battery-operated security camera to circumvent the outages, its view is always blocked by a bug on the roof. Seemingly in cahoots with the alien pest, the insect drives the Haywoods to seek out cinematographer Antlers Holst (Michael Wincott) who is skilled at filming wildlife with a hand-crank camera. In the film’s final set piece, O. J. lures Jean Jacket to Holst’s non-electric capture, ending in the demise of the cinematographer and his analog device. To ensure the alien does not get away, Emerald leads it to Jupiter’s Claim’s Old West themed photo-op. As the alien soars overhead, she cranks the still-image camera, whose bright flash seals Jean Jacket’s reproduction in what Emerald calls the “Oprah shot.” Seconds later, the alien chokes on an oversized helium balloon released from the park, disaggregating its body and killing the creature.

    Fig. 3. Emerald Haywood’s non-electric “Oprah shot.” Screenshot from Peele, Nope.

    These composites of digital cinema in Jean Jacket’s aesthetic rendering and the filmic photography necessary for their capture and commodification are also couched by the film’s compositions of animality and nonhumanness; Jean Jacket liminally and literally floats between animal and human, material and discursive worlds. The theme park where Emerald photographically mummifies the alien has, of course, been secretly capitalizing its existence. When its business and patrons eventually succumb to Jean Jacket, terrified horses and tourists slide through the alien’s insides in a series of shots from inside the alien’s prosthetic organs. An aesthetic, historical, and discursive mishmash of corporeality and technology, the practical, digital, animal, human, and alien bodies in this sequence clearly mark the conditions from and in which Nope emerges and intervenes: viscous modernist cinema and more materially abstracted digital production.

    Fig. 4. A tourist being ingested by Jean Jacket. Screenshot from Peele, Nope.

    Calling into question the reliance of attraction industries on animal exploitation, the view from inside an alien also illustrates the violent dialectics between animals and their human counterparts. Jean Jacket acts like a horse at times and a monster at others, but Jean Jacket’s effect on electricity, batteries, and industrialized performance also suggests its categorization as technology. This recalls Shukin’s understanding of cameras and electricity as tools for the naturalization of slaughter, solidifying the perceived reproducibility of animal death as crucial for film. Despite an apparent domination of digital aesthetics, the corporeal violence of proto-cinema is also still prevalent in the era of Nope’s production, as Jean Jacket’s insides are rendered practically with rubber tubes that give its body a sense of material fleshiness.[11] Blended with its entirely computer-generated silhouette, Jean Jacket’s multi-materiality brings into relief how cinema’s reliance on death extends far beyond gelatin; electronics manufacturing necessitates inhumane labor conditions at all levels of resource acquisition and assembly, and CGI rendering requires immense physical spaces and underpaid labor to store and manage data, which then expresses some of the highest volumes of fossil fuel use in the world.[12] Just as Jean Jacket swallows people and horses in its spectacle and money-making exploitation, cinema always relies on the performance, exploitation, and/or death of bodies that are not quite classifiable as human.

    Industrial Nonhumanness in the Digital Era

    As analog photography is joined by digital imagery, the relationship between cinema and the raw materials of nonhuman bodies shifts: celluloid is no longer necessary, and creatures can be brought to life and death from immaterial code. Of course, it is an illusion that immateriality has overtaken the material violences of film, as digitality’s dehumanizing logics and various mechanical exploitations merely continue the historical precedent imperialist humanism. Jean Jacket’s computer-generated slaughter at times likens all people to horses, and at others racialized less-than-humans to all nonhuman animals. When Jean Jacket’s digital body unravels to reveal its proto-cinematic center, Nope serves as a new cornerstone for clarifying these threads of cinematic nonhumanness, especially when considering its context as a blockbuster.

    As Sarah Keller has written, theories of digital film have long hinged on historical anxieties about its colder, less-human quality (5). But digitally rendered images can also be analyzed in terms of their life- and death-giving properties. Kristen Whissel has complicated digital sublimity and its immateriality, necessarily locating the representation of material bodies at the center of digital aesthetics. Among her objects are nonhumans, which complicate any discursive categorization: computer-generated creatures she calls “vital figures.” These images ontologically synthesize animals with code in a “digital body-building project” based on maquettes that are scanned into computers, animated, and “made credibly ‘organic’” (91). It is plausible that gelatin is an important component of those maquettes and their animation, as we should also consider the fleshy death involved in the production of computers, outright. But the “dead” components of digital code more abstractly demand what Nicole Shukin describes as the “reinfusion” of material-discursive nonhumanness with historical substance.[13]

    Evocative of the use Soviet cinema made of film to perfect the radical potential of organic seeing, vital figures embody both the “optimal functioning of technology” at play in the representation of organic beings, and the lifelike aesthetic realism of those beings (Whissel 93).[14] Part of the double-marginalization of animals suggested by Berger, the believability of these creatures also relies on their potential to die and kill. Exemplified in the sickly dinosaurs of Jurassic Park (Steven Spielberg, 1993) and in the tragic demise of one of cinema’s most famous monsters in Peter Jackson’s King Kong (2005), for Whissel biological phenomena like aging, decay, and injury work to visualize their imagined corporealities. However, vital figures also always possess some sort of deadliness to their live-action human counterparts; Jurassic Park’s T. Rex and the titular Kong can easily rip real-life characters to shreds. The separation between life and death in films where vital creatures populate synthetic or fantastical environments is narrow, and their perceived ability to rupture that boundary in order to disrupt the realm of real people is what gives these organisms an “embodied presence” (Whissel 99).

    Despite their sense of hybridity, in other words, vital figures still rely on the medium’s nonhuman exploitation. The aesthetic of “vitality” of images already in ontological limbo can be further scrutinized as creatures like Kong continue to straddle monster, human, and animal identities. Seemingly demanding affection through pet-like behavior and its own death through monstrous frenzy, Jean Jacket can certainly be considered one of these beings. It is not unreasonable, then, to connect the composite aesthetics of vital creatures to the inherent racism of cinematic rendering. Hailing from a mystical and violent “tribe,” for example, it is King Kong’s fetishization of a white woman that leads to his terrorization of all industrialized America. Unlike Shukin or Peele, Fatimah Tobing Rony begins film history with Félix-Louis Regnault’s use of cinema as an anthropological tool. Documenting and comparing the motion of West Africans and Malagasy people with that of French soldiers, Regnault’s proto-cinematic projects—often conflated with the animal-centric series by Muybridge and Étienne-Jules Marey—“sought out the perfect index to measure and classify race” (30), solidifying cinema as a means for colonial industry to fuse science and fantasy in its exploitation of bodies (43). Recalling the suggestion that animals are doubly marginalized by spectacle, Rony reads the double consciousness of race in the “veil” of the movie screen, where racialized people only find images of themselves “reflected in the eyes of others” (4).[15] Regnault’s films, for instance, often render West African participants as shadows, or obfuscated bodies denied the possibility for resistive return gazes toward the camera or spectators (54). Rony reads this practice as a form of taxidermy embedded in the medium, citing the definition of a taxidermic specimen as that which transgresses reality through compositing monstrousness, death, and life (Bann).[16]

    While this connection between a colonizer’s gun and camera is obvious in the case of late-nineteenth-century anthropological filmmaking, the taxidermy effect is just as potent in the original version of King Kong (Merian C. Cooper and Ernest B. Schoedsack, 1933).[17] Rony describes this practical iteration of Kong as a monster embodying the collapse of the “‘primitive’ into the technological, the Ethnographic into the Historical,” encouraging anxieties about an end to imperialism amidst the acceleration of technological achievement (188). In so doing, the spectacle of a beast standing in for the horrors of non-white flesh exemplifies cinema’s entanglements with the complexities of humanness, animality, and violence. Jackson’s Kong was released seventy-two years after Cooper and Schoedsack’s. As Kristen Whissel has shown, however, it sustains the medium’s long-held fusion of monstrousness and death, albeit in a new aesthetic mode and with a new relation to labor.

    Continually churning imperial anxieties through technological spectacle, Jackson’s version is a logical extension of cinema’s racist gazes, fit with an indigenous tribe played by actors in blackface. For each frame of the 2005 monster’s motion, two gigabytes of data were reportedly required to render its fur atop a skeleton, muscles, and skin.[18] Nearly twenty years later, the third installment of a different Kong franchise, Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (Adam Wingard, 2024), has undoubtedly used even more data, space, labor, and animal motion to render a war fought by two of colonial-capitalism’s most spectacular and canonized monsters. The contrast of Kong’s earthly gorilla with the alien Godzilla perhaps implies a more complicated aesthetic of nonhumanness in the digital era.

    Jean Jacket, in its material-discursive threats to blackness, humanness, and industrial attraction, both subverts and self-referentially perpetuates these patterns of animality. Its complexity demonstrates that deadly, aesthetically and discursively hybrid creatures are where notions of nonhuman spectacle erupt in digital cinema. Digital cinema recalls the sanitation of animal violence cast through the lens of industrial achievement, as defined by Shukin. For, as CG lifelikeness necessitates human innovation, the subjects of its deadliness and of cinema’s power to mediate life and death remain liminally between human and not. CGI is unique with regard to the matter that creates its image, which is seemingly void of boiled mammal tendons. However, in addition to the colonial-capitalist exploitation of non-Western electronic producers, its monstrous depictions of nonhuman life are just as successful in their alienation of non-white and nonhuman fleshes through spectacularizing death.

    Since Muybridge’s horse, spectacular and radical cinema developed dialectically throughout the twentieth century, in part through their continued indulgence of animals and monsters. Post-cinematic bodies are shaped, in large part, by aesthetic and technological practices of 1970s and 80s Hollywood, when black actors like Bolaji Badejo and Kevin Peter Hall literally became Alien (Ridley Scott, 1979) and Predator (John McTiernan, 1987) through practical special effects. Focusing on a later moment in cinema history with CGI affords a clearer trajectory of the medium’s material-discursive formations of nonhumanness through its changing use and aestheticization of bodies; a computer’s ability to materialize and disaggregate creatures raises again the question of how an industrially formed medium can radically intervene in our material world. Digital figures, in other words, flag a distinct rupture in the way film as an industry and practice can and does imagine what people are.

    Synthesizing Proto- and Post-Cinematic Nonhumanness

    These overlaps between proto- and post-cinematic styles and industries accord with Sarah Keller’s “volatile” cinema history and ontology, which describes the medium’s assumed “humanness” as always up for grabs. There is an inherent slipperiness to movies, whose affective and material malleability engender diverse modes of encounter. The cinematic experience began before images could move, and extends beyond their conventional exhibition, with the only ontological commonality among film objects being their “sensuous” appeals (133). This appeal recalls an agential and often resistive relationship between discourse and material, as differently directed agencies and gazes are bound in cinema’s sensorial experience.

    Cinematic devices, experiences, and the medium’s resistive and hegemonic participations therefore all interact to produce the medium’s ontology, suggesting ways in which bodily things and processes shape technology and spectacle. Citing André Bazin’s metaphor for photography as a mummification of “flesh and bone,” Keller postulates “the human element” as a nexus for cinema’s tendencies to produce uncanny or astonishing affects (4). The very premise of moving images relies on a binary between a subject’s living, animated body, and cinema’s mimetic reminder of death’s inanimate destiny. Its unseen black skin and forgotten electronic laborers substantiate this, uncovering a complicated differentiation between human (living bodies) and not (dead objects). Despite its attraction as a human technological feat, the moving image is, in Keller’s words, an “ungraspable nonobject that nevertheless derives from real things and generates real experiences” (133).

    As celluloid shows, those “real things” can be animal materials, and as Mary Ann Doane has argued, “real experiences” are often produced by spectacular catastrophe, or the represented potential for confrontation with death (276). This necessitates differentiation between deaths and lives that are spectacular or disturbing, flagging notions of animal/human categories. The very idea of “confrontation” is also complicated, considering that when audiences encounter the spectacle of dying they are also confronting the mammal tendons and inhumane labor used to capture it. Identifying bodily peril as a central technology for early film, Jennifer Bean clarifies that, like “the capricious antics of animals,” cameras and projectors were also unpredictable; as “vital figures” would be nearly one hundred years later, early movie stars were rendered realistic through their potential to die, and cinematic realism was produced vis-à-vis the “destructive force emanating from within technology’s steely body” (30). This kinesthetic deadliness extends beyond cinema’s appeal to realism. Early movie stars and vital figures differ in the way their perceived humanness serves as a ballast for cinema’s “steely body” when conceptualizing its produced encounters between people and machines. The material conditions that historically form cinematic objects are perhaps most visible at the film/digital horizon, which Keller explains entirely in human terms: “[T]o describe celluloid as kindly, warm, and human but digital cinema elements as cold and inhuman . . . shapes the way media are received and perceived. . . . Celluloid connects to the shape of the world it films, whereas the digital translates the world into numbers” (5). Despite its invocation of humanness, celluloid’s reproduction of nonhuman marginalization through the material composition of animal bodies might make it more “animal.”

    Keller’s attention to humanness in and around cinema points toward the nonhuman hierarchy in technologies of mobile catastrophe. Expanding the idea of bodily violence as crucial to early spectacle, she says the Edison Manufacturing Company’s Electrocuting an Elephant (1903) revealed both the “ontological uncertainty” of cinema and the salience of the depiction of life-and-death throughout its history (45-46). The film shows Topsy the circus elephant succumbing to electric execution, another example of what Shukin sees as the naturalization of animal slaughter and fetishization of technological marvel (161). Its concentrically symbolic and material animal death, where cow tendons are used to reproduce elephant slaughter, means neither the celluloid nor elephant corpse ever completely vanish into spectacular ephemera. For Keller, because the film can be rewound, it also makes Topsy’s death both inevitable and undoable, despite the permanence of her material demise. Like an early film camera, the digitally rendered Jean Jacket is prone to unpredictable “sputters” in its outbursts of violence, cinematic glitches, and unraveling, becoming an animalistic attraction at Jupiter’s Claim through its perceived ability to kill. In its similarity to horses, however, the alien’s defeat can also be compared to Topsy’s, as Jean Jacket’s image is “mummified” by analog photography, and its meaning by the ongoing animation of images and history in Nope.

    A key element to the way these historically sensual relationships play out in this film is found in the theme park, which Lauren Rabinovitz defines as historically intertwined with cinema: both are “‘inventions’” of modernism’s “dichotomy of commercialized labor and leisure” (12), where logics of “looking” are dialectically exchanged (37). In the postmodern world from which Nope emerges, she argues, the ontological connection between movies and amusement parks has shifted to the latter, producing a “fantasy of ‘living inside the movies’” (173). In other words, the contemporary theme park on which Jupiter’s Claim is modeled, in its synthetic and larger-than-life environments, is fundamentally about “Control and Nature” (Rabinovitz 173). Jupiter’s Claim takes this literally, not only in harnessing an animalistic alien for spectacular consumption, but in doing so by stealing the Haywoods’ horses as bait, rendering their bodies and the ranchers’ labor as uncompensated elements of the performance. Like its engagement with Muybridge and the literalism of Jean Jacket’s aperture-like mouth, the Haywood Ranch and Jupiter’s Claim become grounds for more reinterpretations of canonized film history in their untangling of minoritarian and animal bodies, cinematic gazing, and industries of attraction.

    Jean Jacket’s violent outbursts are also borne from more complicated natures and controls, as tensions between the alien and Haywoods literally change the weather. Just as the alien begins performing “unpredictably” at Jupiter’s Claim, its erratic, aerial movements block out sun and kick up sand in swirling clouds. When O. J. angers it with a look, the alien seems to conjure a rainstorm, floating in the deluge while regurgitating blood and guts onto the Haywoods’ home. While O. J. thinks Jean Jacket does this as part of their pet-like territorial feud, the sudden and visceral expulsion of prosthetic and computer-generated flesh appears to distort the straightforwardness of Nope’s canonized historiography. Jean Jacket does not just disrupt business-as-usual for Jupiter’s Claim and the Haywoods’ strained place in the film industry. By aesthetically synthesizing different historical threads, spitting them back out in narrative re-engagement with the Haywoods’ participation in cinema, the alien challenges a posterity of technological and economic racisms put forth by “The Horse in Motion.” Nope itself extratextually parallels the engagements of and resistances to Hollywood and film history made in Jupiter’s Claim and on the Haywoods’ ranch. While consistent with Rabinovitz’s definition of theme parks’ desire to immerse tourists in “the movies,” when real-life tourists explore the “fantasy” of Jupiter’s Claim in Universal Studios, they are also inadvertently engaging with Nope’s destruction of that fantasy in its constant and simultaneous reverence for and rejection of the most canonized versions of cinematic history. Jean Jacket is not reproduced with any visual tricks or animatronics in Universal Studios, but with glitching TVs, the sudden absence of ambient wind machines, and disembodied gurgling sounds.

    Fig. 5. A storm of rain, blood, and flesh on the Haywood Ranch. Screenshot from Peele, Nope.

    In the film, Jean Jacket’s aperture terrorizes black life, but its CG tendrils connect the Haywoods to a nonhuman, environmental otherworld, consistently symbolized by clear skies and storm clouds. The alien’s seemingly inevitable death also breaks that link, ironically reinstating the capitalist hierarchy of humanness which otherwise excludes the Haywoods from cinematic participation. When a non-electric camera nearly shatters the alien’s digital composition, history is rendered an impenetrable loop of colonial discursivity and capitalist production. Nope’s tensions between disruption and continuation demonstrate a broader potential for cinema to rupture its own nonhuman history, citing capitalist and radical aesthetics in a fundamentally black movie produced and promoted by a legacy studio. Relentlessly citing Muybridge, the invisibility of Hollywood’s black Westerns, and a historiographic slippage between organic and technological seeing, the film takes an American canon of film history seriously as often as it rips it apart.

                If cinema is an ontological non-object, then, perhaps, so is its history. Jean Jacket’s consumption and regurgitation of teleological technology and industry seem to assert just that, while also defining nonhumanness as its own ontological category: in the context of cinema, slippery and potentially radical. Yet, the specifics of the alien’s aesthetic and material negotiations, like the violence at Jupiter’s Claim, are also narratively and affectively introduced by more conditional murkiness. Its animalistic, machine-like, and marginalized body is like a camera—a monster of looking with the potential to kill or economically advance the Haywoods—and also a less explicable historical force.

    In the spirit of tensions between nature and control, Jean Jacket’s storm of blood also recalls Christina Sharpe’s definition of American black death as a kind of weather; produced from the tension between colonial-capitalist racism and the insistence of black survival, racism is a historical, affective, and ongoing condition. Borne from friction between racist industries and technologies, oppositional gazes and aesthetics, Nope uses canonized ideas about cinema to ontologically and historically stretch the medium between and across ideas of humanness. The conditionality of these “storms” becomes even more complex considering the specific tensions between Jean Jacket’s rubbery insides, practical vomit, real-life theme park spin-off, and computer-generated silhouette. Not unlike Shukin’s slippery definition of the “rendering” of flesh and images, there is also a tautological connection between the “capture” of images and of animals, and the “storminess” of condition and industry.

    Conclusion

    Nope is primarily organized around the Haywoods, narratively unfolding chronologically with Jean Jacket’s intrusion. But it is also interrupted by flashbacks to what we learn is the backstory of Jupiter’s Claim’s owner. The film’s very first shot is of a bloodied chimpanzee on a live TV set, what we later learn to be a diegetically infamous event. Like Jackson’s Kong breaking from chains in violent reaction to a camera flash, during taping of a sitcom in 1998, the show’s chimpanzee actor reacted to the sound of popping balloons by murdering his human co-stars. Future theme park arbiter, Jupe (Steven Yeun), was a child actor on Gordy’s Home who was left unharmed by the titular Gordy even after they lock eyes in Nope’s opening sequence. The scene that later interjects the Haywoods’ story is grotesquely violent: Gordy extends a paw dripping in blood to Jupe after his animalistic rage has settled. Seemingly concerned for Jupe’s safety, the entirely computer-generated ape is narratively anthropomorphized in a matter of moments, transforming from monster to person. As the camera embodies Jupe’s gaze at Gordy attempting to make physical contact, Gordy is shot by law enforcement, blood and guts spreading toward the camera.

    M. Shadee Malaklou has identified similar relations in Jordan Peele’s Get Out (2017) and Us (2019), where she sees an animal gaze as a black gaze in the rhythmic looking toward, away, and between cameras, creatures, and black bodies. By contrasting and intersecting rabbits, deer, slaves, and other structurally erased people, Malaklou argues, these films challenge the onto-episteme described by Spillers, suggesting a kinship between all bodies and subjects objectified as nonhuman. As Joshua Bennett has argued, both black persons and animals are “readily available as fetish, floating signifier, scapegoat, ghost, corpse,” rendered such in part, according to Malaklou, through an objectifying look (Bennett 28).[19] Produced and shaped by a cultural and political moment obsessed with a “decaying Anthropocene”—in Nope’s case, perhaps, also signified by random storms of blood—Malaklou suggests Peele’s filmography theorizes a future blackness specifically in the material-discursive conditions of the 2010s and 2020s (87). Get Out and Us are radical, in other words, not necessarily because of their material resistance to white film labor and representation, but because of how they imagine blackness and animality to emerge from the same history, teaching “even the most human among us how to live in common-unity with nonhuman sentient life, and thus, how to survive the ends of Man” (72).

    It might still be true that, in Rony’s terms, film taxidermizes black bodies. Malaklou suggests, however, that it does not have to be a bad thing. Albeit in an opposite political mode, this context of the “decaying Anthropocene” is strangely reminiscent of the historical context of King Kong (1933) as Rony defines it, with its cultural anxieties about the end of white empire. Although complex, Peele’s prior films rather explicitly intersect the deaths and gazes of roadkill and a black character being pulled over by police (Get Out), or rabbits in cages buried alongside black characters who comment, “we’re human too, you know” (Us). Nope reinstates many of its director’s previous looks at and between nonhumans, comparing and muddying distinctions between horses and a black family. Gordy aesthetically and narratively falls in line with these animal kinships, too, but his humanoid movements and narrative anthropomorphism fit more neatly in an ontological genealogy of apes, race, and cinematic aesthetics; he moves and acts like King Kong. In those scenes on the set of Gordy’s Home, rote emotional beats and aesthetics are interpolated within a different ideology, one seemingly at odds with the cinematic medium. While this demonstrates an ideological animation of cinematically taxidermied blackness, as Malaklou says about Peele’s earlier work, Nope fundamentally differs from Us and Get Out in adding the extra-human Jean Jacket. Gordy is exploited on a film set, becomes enraged, and is shot by police, only for his story to be misinterpreted in Jupe’s continuation of exploitation at his theme park. While this thread narratively clarifies some of Nope’s commentary on blackness in American entertainment, paralleling O. J.’s horses’ and Jean Jacket’s own reactions to camera flashes and gazing, Jean Jacket is what elevates the film’s interventions to be both aesthetic and historiographic. In rendering this otherworldly being, Nope stakes a nonhuman history of cinema by suggesting that co-opting the death of black bodies, by gaze or alien consumption, is not unlike co-opting an industrial medium of colonial-capitalist spectacle for radical means.

    The alien materially-discursively synthesizes the many ways black people are dehumanized, made other, in film, and suggests how they can use cameras and eyes to undo those things. Its movements are not merely humanistic or animalistic, blending technology and corporeality to concentrically redress relationships between monstrousness, labor, race, and cinema. By bringing together cultural icons of alienness and real-life animals, Jean Jacket is also materialized from another synthesis between abstracted code and material political ecologies. Despite its aesthetic and ontological fantasies, the alien’s death is still easily marketed by the Haywoods in their rightful reclamation of Hollywood’s spectacular looking. Much as many people have refused, resisted, and renegotiated cinematic gaze, Jean Jacket also refuses to become an attraction of motion. It is inevitable, however, that it becomes a spectacle of slaughter; just as “The Horse in Motion” privileges spectacle over its black and animal stars, Nope elegantly privileges the Haywoods over all else, including the awesome imagery of Jean Jacket. When the alien’s digital image and symbol of synthetic nonhumanness is ironically destroyed by the interruption of film history, Emerald and O. J. still disrupt cinematic conventions by capitalizing on their own exclusion and terror.

    What remains underdetermined in Nope’s complex and pointed reorientation of film history is the materiality and subjectivity of its horses, whose bodies are seemingly disaggregated by the computerized presence of an extraterrestrial beast. Nope’s materialization of blackness, in other words, still relies on animal exploitation. The material-discursive entanglements of nonhumanness that lead those horses to Jean Jacket are partially and purposefully undone in the alien’s fantastical mummification and death by a resistive cinematic eye. As Peele’s camera, the Haywoods, Jean Jacket, and Nope’s audience intersect gazes and the material conditions that formed them, eyes also turn to the future of cinema, whose intersecting lenses might begin to incinerate the nonhuman exploitations on which the medium has historically depended.


    Notes

    [1] While apparently black, the jockey in “The Horse in Motion” is uncredited and was only later identified as “jockey Domm” in an 1878 article in The Photographic News and by a student lecture delivered sometime between 1876 and 1882. No other specifics are known about the athlete (“Automatic Electro-Photography” 352; Armitage 176).

    [2] Boisseron argues that “The black condition is without analog except for the animal” (xvii), citing Wilderson, “Gramsci’s Black Marx” (238).

    [3] For more on the necessary interactions between critical animal and race studies, see Malaklou.

    [4] This is also in dialogue with Donna Haraway’s investments in “making kin” by the meeting of animal and human fleshes; she argues that the formation of “species” itself is inherently racist and sexist (When Species Meet, 105).

    [5] Charles Musser outlines these intersections in the first chapter of nonteleological proto-cinema history, “Toward a History of Screen Practice,” pp. 15-54.

    [6] This idea is also, in large part, a response to Akira Mizuta Lippit’s theory that animals are discursively salvaged by technological media after “vanishing” from historical modernity (Shukin 40).

    [7] Salomé Aguilera Skvirsky has triangulated histories of labor, animal slaughter, and cinema by defining the cinematic “process genre” as “the sequentially ordered representation of someone making or doing something” (2). These sequences, according to Skvirsky, involve waged and unwaged labor which restore practical activity to an aesthetic dimension and impart a haptic sense of material consciousness to the labor depicted (40).

    [8] For Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, human and animal categories have been altogether eradicated, as each “deterritorializes” the other amidst postmodernism’s annihilation of form (22). Animals and art, they argue, function to free the human from identity and destroy taxonomies that distinguish between human and not (187). Shukin is also directly engaging with Jacques Derrida’s use of “looking” to philosophize how animal specters relate to humans from their realm of discursive suspension.

    [9] Shukin takes up Michel Foucault’s biopolitical critique of the Marxist superstructure to analyze “an economic reality underlying the ideological smokescreen of animal signs,” rather than taking up a strictly essentialist materialism or post-structuralist “economy of signifiers” (26). Combining economic and discursive meanings in this way forges an ontological biopolitics of animals without also eradicating connections between ideology and structure.

    [10] Cited by Shukin (75).

    [11] In a behind the scenes feature, Jordan Peele shows how the sequence inside Jean Jacket was filmed with a prosthetic “tube” through which real actors were “intimately” filmed (“How Nope’s Scariest Scene Was Made”).

    [12] For surveys on the labor and environmental exploitations of the computing industry, see Ceruzzi; Cubitt; and Kara.

    [13] For example, microchips and batteries needed to build computers and data centers used to produce CGI require cobalt, mined by child laborers and other modern-day slaves primarily in the Democratic Republic of Congo (Kara). The computing industry produces toxic waste dumped across the world, primarily in indigenous communities, where rates of civilian illness and death are high (Cubitt).

    [14] Films like Strike (Sergei Eisenstein, 1925) aesthetically contrast and discursively blur human exploitation and animal slaughter, comparing, in Mikhail Larionov’s words, the “imperfect apparatus” of human and animal gazes to the more effectively defamiliarizing “eye” of a camera (qtd. in Nesbet 26; 28).

    [15] This is a citation of W. E. B. Dubois’s idea of double consciousness, wherein black people are always forced to look at themselves “through the eyes of others” (3).

    [16] Originally cited by Rony (101).

    [17] Donna Haraway notes that this comparison between cameras and guns occurs throughout “natural history” more explicitly in Primate Visions (42).

    [18] In a widely cited, now-defunct online article, Studio Daily apparently reported the digital size of Kong’s fur in 2005. Ian Failes speculates about the probability of the large data usage again in 2020, explaining the cost of network bandwidth to build the fur by frame was likely the cheapest option.

    [19] Originally cited by Malaklou (81).

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  • Political Remediations in Interactive Fiction: Emily Short and Liza Daly’s First Draft of the Revolution

    Susan Vanderborg

    Abstract

    This essay reads Emily Short and Liza Daly’s First Draft of the Revolution (2012) as a leading example of recent digital interactive fiction that uses remediations for political critique. The clashes and contradictions in First Draft’s remediations of paper texts are where the piece discloses the propaganda of a suppressive regime as well as challenges the idea of a new medium’s immanent revolutionary potential. The essay briefly traces interactive fiction’s development as a genre grounded in remediation and concludes by placing First Draft in context of related interactive “complicity” texts and other political directions for the genre’s future remediations.

    In their classic monograph Remediation (1999), Jay David Bolter and Richard Grusin discuss the many methods programmers use to rework previous media: archiving pre-digital texts, simulating their authority, contesting them, or pledging extravagantly to “revolutionize” earlier information structures, as well as civic involvement, for greater “democracy” (45-46, 15, 59-60). But few digital remediations combine a would-be revolutionary world with a sensuous tribute to older means of writing as dramatically as author Emily Short and programmer-designer Liza Daly do in their 2012 interactive fiction First Draft of the Revolution. Amid plans for a new edition of the piece, this article reexamines the brilliant remedial play that made its own first release so impactful. First Draft has been hailed as “advancing the form of interactive fiction” (Boluk et al.); arguably it does so by probing the most chaotic aspects of remediations—the inconsistencies and historical distortions under their surface appeal to the past—to critique both ruling-class propaganda and claims of revolutionary media.  

    At the plot level, First Draft’s story remediates one of the most iconic political revolutions, writing “an alternate version” of the onset “of the French Revolution” (Short and Daly, “Statement”).[1] It opens in July, 1788, twelve months prior to our world’s Bastille assault, with one character predicting “a great and cataclysmic change” in the country, “now very near” (FDR 20). Marked an “epistolary novel” (Short and Daly, “Statement”), it is praised for depictions meshing “the personal and the political” in class-inflected marital disputes (Joyce). Juliette, the slightly lesser-ranked wife of an elite aristocrat, Henri, gets “banished” to the outskirts of Grenoble in his home province (FDR 2) for her faux pas toward the top Parisian nobility.[2] Her letters plead to be invited back to that world even as she criticizes its immorality. Henri’s missives deploy Juliette to verify whether a certain poor village boy is the result of his prior liaison with a peasant woman. Meanwhile, a rebel friar, whose words register only in secondhand accounts, tries to exploit Juliette and the boy in order to stage assassinations of the nobility.

    The biggest difference in this “alternate” history, and what announces remediation as a crucial diegetic praxis, is that socioeconomic status in its France depends on being actual wizards at media translations. Only the most preeminent aristocrats here have the biological capability to do a magic of “correspondence[]”-derived “links,” where “models” and imitations relay information, seemingly with no data lost (FDR 8, 26, 3). Connected “mirrors,” for instance, can display “rooms in another province” for a viewer (3). In the story’s letter correspondence, a pun that indicates how essential epistolary media are to the world’s class structure, the user writes on one piece of noble-magicked stationery and those sentences materialize on a “linked” piece in the recipient’s home (2-3). A lynchpin of the friar’s “revolutionary” scheme is the desire to make “highborn” correspondence magic available to commoners (9, 20). The rebels, in other words, already combine disparate senses of revolution, the supplanting of a regime and its social framework with the medial “‘revolution’” Elizabeth Eisenstein defines: an “abrupt and decisive change” in their “communications technology” that would have “long-range irreversible” outcomes for information acquisition, labor, and communal relations (Printing Revolution 333, 314, 334) if the rebels could use it.[3]

    In the smaller scope of textual form, First Draft’s own structure could be considered a revolutionary turn in interactive composition. Every lexia shows the remediated image of a character’s letter on stationery; the reader finishes the page by emending several sentences. For each indicated line, we click on the mental writing prompt that we want out of the ones proffered, as when we can make a character ponder etiquette (“‘I should hint more delicately’”), defend candor (“‘Perhaps he will tell me why I am here’”), or despair of a response (“‘It’s no use asking again’”) (FDR 4). Each of the prompt-links takes us to a separate phrase in place of the old line or excises it. This process, Short notes, was game-changing at the time, “credited with influencing the text-replacement mechanic of many subsequent games in Twine” (“Games”). The piece took “Best Use of Innovation” in the 2012 XYZZY Awards for interactive fiction. There have been extended discussions, too, of how its line rewriting creatively remediates epistolary literature or challenges filmic depictions of letters (Gold; Ng).

    But there is less discussion of an equally inventive remedial device: the deliberate aporias within First Draft’s remediations as the letters ambiguously evoke two distinct eighteenth-century media at once: manuscript and print. First Draft’s remedial inconsistencies, examples of what Bolter and Grusin describe as “hypermediacy” (5), are not a sidebar, but the key vehicle for interpreting the political revolution plot.[4] They convey the power of the aristocratic regime even while divulging its machinations and lies, suggesting how beguilingly persistent its public fictions can be. The inconsistencies focus attention on the work and workers excised from noble stories, but also raise questions about the revolution’s outcome and whether, or how, a formally revolutionary communications medium might impact political struggles. In The Gutenberg Revolution, John Man argues that a groundbreaking technology can render sovereign power more efficient, but can also give suppressed populations “a lever with which to organise revolts” (14). In First Draft’s mix of accurate, expunged, and speculative historical references, the effect of that lever is unclear; the rebels have trouble reappropriating the nobles’ correspondence medium for their own purposes, and the shifting verbal and visual remediations force readers to reconsider their own support for one side or the other in the political conflict.

    Interactive Fiction Definitions and Remediation Scholarship

    Narratives embedded in remediation aporias are a growing part of a genre that has always pioneered new forms alongside previous media. Even if considering electronic formats only, “interactive fiction” is a generatively flexible grouping, tied to its remediations of many other genres. Nick Montfort, in the preface to Twisty Little Passages (2003), the initial monograph on digital interactive fiction, cites descriptions by Short, among others, for his definition: “computer programs that display text, accept textual responses, and then display additional text in reaction to what has been typed,” with a “parser” for user language and the invention of “a simulated world” as the most crucial constituents, going back to games like Adventure and Zork (vii-viii, 1).[5] He also traces traits linked to chatbots such as ELIZA (82-83) and to riddle poetry, whose language is still “‘mysterious’” and enticing to readers after the riddle is unraveled (61-62). That poetic complicacy, however, makes him acknowledge “more expansive” definitions of the field as well, including hypertext or crossover works splicing parser and hypertext features; as he points out, Bolter in Writing Space (1991) describes hypertext compositions as “‘Interactive Fiction’” (Montfort, 8, 12-13). In a 2007 essay, N. Katherine Hayles cites Montfort’s beginning definition of interactive fiction, while also discussing “variant” compositions like the phantasmagoric pictures springing from selected scenery in Donna Leishman’s Deviant (sec. 2). Hayles notes the continuity between games and interactive fiction, but argues that the latter fosters deeper “interpret[ation]” with “clever modifications of traditional literary devices” (sec. 2). Short’s own 2014 entry for interactive fiction in The Johns Hopkins Guide to Digital Media addresses the genre ambiguity by starting with two “common usages” of the phrase: one, “any story that allows reader participation to alter the presentation or outcome of the narrative,” prioritizing that “narrative development over gameplay”; and the second, which she dates from the 1980s, is the “parse[r]” and “world model” Montfort cited (Short, “Interactive” 289). First Draft itself fits best with her flexible first definition. It is listed in her “Games” portfolio under “Literary Interactive Fiction” and relies exclusively on writing prompts for its world progression, but is composed in hypertext.  

    First Draft also appears in the Interactive Fiction Database, whose offerings from multiple countries include games, prose, and poetry in parser programs, hypertext, crossovers, and other formats, some entries mainly verbal but others extensively multimedia, each remediating different sources.[6] While all-verbal text programs may take on the paragraph layout of print stories, the IFDB offerings for 2021-22 alone also include a piece with Wiki pages for an apocryphal telecast program (Guest et al.), an imitation of a phone “texting adventure” (Willson), a chess game tale (Schultz), a cacotopia’s psychological support bot (Riemer), a space disaster game with NASA photographs (Sarikhani), and a source-cataloguing game with emails, newsgroup posts, diaries, a Wikipedia overview of a food program, and early computer monitor images, alongside a premise of translating reports enciphered in DNA (Chen). The pieces’ politics are equally varied, from less overtly political puzzle games to the omnipresent politics in Autumn Chen’s The Archivist and the Revolution, a title invoking both remediation and rebellion; the game opens in a tyrannical city marked by “transphobia” and poverty, the site of prior and possibly new “[u]prisings” and “[c]oup announcements.”

    The gamut of intertexts in these field-opening interactive fictions—indeed, the fact that their innovation follows from their conflicting references to several previous media—fits well with recent remediation scholarship that cautions against studying a “revolutionary” medium only on its own, and reexamines what that adjective means in form or politics. Rather than focusing on “the revolution[ary]” nature of one technical breakthrough, as in Eisenstein’s targeted focus on “the printing press as an agent of change” in social and conceptual spheres, medievalist Jessica Brantley supports analyzing a “multiplicity of . . . media and their complex intermedial interactions” within a specific time (Brantley 201-03). In later contexts, Brian Reed in Nobody’s Business (2013) discusses “avant-garde” poetic “remediation” texts that question the myths and forms of a “digital revolution,” preferring instead “obsolescen[t]” media styles, many in print, to counter commercial electronic patterns and explore “aporias” in “existing institutions” (74, 26, 2-3, 48). Jessica Pressman in Digital Modernism (2014) similarly redefines “revolutionary” texts as ones that decline digital models of superficial “interactivity” in favor of an electronic reworking of modernist media to attack, from the inside, “technologies of global capitalism” (8, 7, 105, 9). While not discussing First Draft, she does mention “intentional dissonance” through “remediation” breaks, as when a Flash text frustrates audience surmises by imaging presswork sheets with weblink markers (107-08). Her approach utilizes Marshall McLuhan’s base work for remediation theory, media archeology, Hayles’s theory of “‘intermediation’” with “cyclical and recursive interactions,” and historical studies by Lisa Gitelman and Bonnie Mak of “overlapping and often mutually dependent usage of old and new technologies” (Pressman 28-55, 58-60, 158-62). Reed and Pressman both suggest political effects for remedial forms, but in terms of “bringing about revolutionary social transformation,” as Reed notes, a text’s political “critique of language and literary form in the context of class struggle” is different from fostering “a violent revolution” (xiii, 48). 

    A reluctance to theorize “newer media” solely as “revolutionary” shapes James O’Sullivan’s own arguments about “aporetic” digital literature, with its denotative “inconsistencies,” in his 2019 Towards a Digital Poetics (3-4, xvii, 99). Looking at how media as well as discrete e-texts “are consciously evolving and remediating,” he asserts, could reframe debates about the politics of medial forms, since “[t]echnology is inherently political, and thus simultaneously heralded as being as oppressive as it is liberating” (121, 16, 97). O’Sullivan lauds electronic literature for setting up more markers of “semantic intent” than print paratexts do, he agrees with Pressman that some digital styles might “perverse[ly]” remediate mass-sold programming, and he discusses two political pieces, one documenting public rallies (100-03, 53, 107). But he remains dubious about broader revolutionary claims for digital literature in either form or politics, reiterating that the “liberation” and “upheaval” in “the established order” advertised for “seductive” electronic texts are still circumscribed by the companies selling the ostensibly “revolutionary tools,” which are “embedded within systems designed to reinforce the status quo,” coaxing artists and their audience to accept those conditions (14, 12).

    The Path to Revolution? First Draft’s Remediation Plots

    First Draft’s own remediations skillfully play out the tension between the dream of a revolutionary medium and the pull of older forms at every level of structure and plot. The player’s independence in First Draft’s innovatory digital line-rewriting strategy is curtailed, as reviewers note,in ways that echo less flexible aspects of conventional stories on paper.[7] While the text may prompt us to “[r]ewrite” specific letter sentences (FDR 4) with preset substitutions, it is only to better “expose[]” the letter writers’ psychological traits, as Short says in her often-cited author notes, stating that we won’t derail those traits or the letters’ purposes, and that several of the verbal amendments “are required” in every lexia to get to the following page (“First Draft” sec. 4, 5). Nor does our input shift the story’s closing, in which First Draft differs from Short’s earlier interactive fiction Galatea (2000), which one dedicated researcher logs at 70 variant resolutions (Palop), some recasting not only the title character’s fate but her basic identity.[8]First Draft’s one endgame remediates the single closing of conventional paper narratives, and the end is “lightened,” as Short says, in its lack “of consequences for” the Ancien Régime (“First Draft” sec. 3). In this respect it is less provocative than the paper epistolary novel it resembles, Pierre Choderlos de Laclos’s Les Liaisons dangereuses (1782). Instead of Laclos’s exposé of French nobles’ turpitude leading to duels, deaths, and public ignominy, all the noble characters survive and thrive in First Draft, with the convent-educated ingénue just becoming more agile at out-maneuvering her new relations.[9] The aristocracy also seems to thwart the friar’s revolutionary menace—or this instance of it—easily by the end.

    Rochelle K. Gold, who discusses First Draft in an excellent dissertation chapter on electronic correspondence literature by women, does see qualified rebellions within the plot, despite the forced or demarked line amendments, set ending, and need to replay to recover or modify a page draft after it’s rewritten (99, 90, 92-93). Noting “literacy” qua “magic” in this France as the basis of “political and social power” (94), she argues that the rewritings redefine literacy, undermining premises of a letter’s “truth-telling” or the “fixity of print” codex pages versus the “variations” of e-books (85, 88-89), while the eighteenth-century remediations subvert “progress” truisms that communication machinery is “always improving and that newer is usually better” or “equali[zing]” (86, 130, 215).[10] Yet her chief focus is less on the details of First Draft’s paper images per se than their digital allegory. The note seen by sender and recipient at nearly the same moment, she points out, is a metaphor for digital mail, and the characters’ anxieties about “magical literacy” suggest alarm about the modern “digital [literacy] divide” (94-96). If this world’s wizardry symbolizes programming aptitude, it also has “limits,” she argues, “joints and gaps,” shown in the emendations, “that characterize the entangled subjectivities and materialities of networked reading and writing,” as when spellcaster Henri feels “control . . . slipping away” in his frantic “‘translation’” of the friar’s phrases (98, 86-87, 96). Juliette, with no software-spells, still shows “agency,” Gold contends, though in a “highly constrained” form as she “strategically navigate[s]” the chauvinist media culture’s “censorship” and its drive to make subjects police themselves; so too the player can do “a reparative reworking of the text and of history” that valorizes “surprise” and “multiplicity” (92-93, 99, 95, 100, 98, 86). While Gold acknowledges that Juliette’s growth comes at the cost of any allyship with the poor, a plot point that she notes splits the audience’s allegiance, too, Gold sees the political “revolution,” like “the so-called digital revolution” to which it is linked here, being on its way nevertheless (97-100).[11] Even if First Draft’s magic pages anticipate future media, however, we need to explore more deeply the details of its conflicted remediations of paper texts. They remain the crux of the piece’s political satire, grounding its critique of the aristocracy but also creating doubt as to whether the Revolution is truly coming. If, as Nigel Hall contends in an essay on historical pens and stationery, “the materiality of writing,” its tools and effects, “is at its most visible when the technology doesn’t work” rather than when it goes seamlessly (84-85), then we might extend that scrutiny to the fissures in their remediated forms.

    Handwritten

    Noble Stationery

    First Draft’s politicized remediation of the written letter starts with the social aesthetics of its represented paper. The noble stationery fits Johanna Drucker’s description of “auratic” texts that “generate a mystique, a sense of charged presence,” sometimes with “an effect of age—of magical and arcane references” or of the “precious” and “costly” (93-94). Possibly the paper’s linked aspect is always superadded by noble spellcasters, as when the friar makes his pupil “perform some magic on a page of writing” (FDR 14), and any paper could be so transmuted, but Daly’s images celebrate the stationery’s sumptuous veneer, in tints from cream to yellow-green and peach, with detailed, often floral patterns, each page style the cherished property of a single correspondent.[12] These images create the fiction of opulent goods whose “textured, deluxe presentation” only a “privileged” few can savor, as Short describes (“First Draft” sec. 2), with the floral designs symbolically naturalizing the owners’ wealth, leisure, and prestige. Refinement flaunts itself by contrast: Juliette “plans her letters on ordinary pages,” a reminder of her own “ordinary,” or lesser-ranking origins, “but when they are ready, she copies them on” the “enchanted” products (FDR 2). Shadows and position shifts suggest a three-dimensional heft; when we send a letter, it tucks into the holder’s slots like a treasured keepsake or a valuable document framed in a patron’s archive.

    The word “enchanted” tries to elide the effort and workers behind such products. Magic obviates the labor of postal systems, although the sentence “No time is wasted on couriers” (FDR 2) still reminds us of the mail gatherers, assorters, letter tax handlers, and coach drivers overseen by the historical postal tax farms (Vaillé 75-78, 87). “Enchanted” elides, too, the arduous twelve- to fourteen-hour shifts in eighteenth-century “paper mills,” with employees from linen processors to sheet shapers, treaters, and checkers (Rosenband 214, 219) getting out the actual pages pre-magic. The past participial adjective also deflects the identity, time, and effort of the spellcaster, since Short has stated in the source text for another Lavori game that “[l]inking” objects takes “labor” (“Book 3”). Juliette says that “[Henri] chides me about the waste of linking paper” (FDR 10), but cost and “waste” are cloaked to outsiders by noble discourse; “like magic,” after all, denotes something done “with great ease” and “incredible rapidity” (“Magic,” def. 1.e). Even the less physically taxing chore of handwriting is covered up as the letter recipient watches dissociated language effects emerge on a page, the narrator granting instrumentality only to the texts: “The words form themselves on the matching sheaf in her husband’s study” or “Another letter writes itself,” Henri’s impression when he receives a correspondence from his sister (FDR 2, 5).[13]

    But just as the friar denounces the nobles as “tricksters” (FDR 16), so too readers know that the spectacle of sumptuous material goods delivered effortlessly, that lie on which noble authority rests in this world, is magic as more prosaic “illusion” or “trickery” in these remediations (“Magic,” def. 3; 1.d). We aren’t able to finger the screen pages, test their thickness, or hold the designs up to the light.[14] Images and narrative also create conflicting accounts of the paper’s magical form that puncture its noble aura. Within an individual lexia, we edit and “[s]end” the same stationery recto, rather than see images of the two sets of paper the narrator mentions: the “ordinary” stock for brainstorming versus the magicked stationery for a finished letter (FDR 4, 2).[15] The commands to “Rewrite this,” “Erase,” “or write” (FDR 8), centered above a character’s interior monologue lines, do show up on images of smaller, plain note papers with a pin struck through them, but are still attached to the same stationery page. Secondly, the Mother Superior’s non-magicked stationery, dispatched “by a much slower conveyance” (FDR 19), looks visibly similar to the type of stationery the sorcerous nobles use, blurring the distinction between “legitimate noble” versus illegitimate users and media (FDR 8). Finally, while Lavori paper seemingly thwarts mail theft or interception, that familiar plot device in epistolary novels, the names for media magic already suggest covert anxiety over its superior dependability. “Link” and “correspondence” challenge the exactness of message transference; a correspondence is a “[r]elation of agreement, similarity, or analogy” (“Correspondence,” def. 2.a) rather than an identical copy, just as digital lexias and imaged papers remain imperfect analogues of one another in the text’s remediations.

    Lines and Hands

    Like the paper images, the text’s descriptions of written lines and writing tools create an aristocratic façade of social power, but with similar contradictions that subvert the nobles’ claims for their exclusive, occult status. Short explains: “the act and experience of writing is tied to aristocratic identity. These characters belong to a world in which literacy rates are not high, and their ability to write and communicate quickly is part of the magic-based luxury they enjoy in their lives” (“First Draft” sec. 2). First Draft’s narrative links the letters’ lines to the noble families’ bloodlines in combined images of writerly and sexual reproduction, again suggesting the extent to which the aristocrats spread fictions that naturalize and supernaturalize their purported superiority. For writing as inheritance, “Henri gets out a pen that belonged to his grandfather, and begins to write” (FDR 7), his magic inked lines and magic family line both reinforced by this handheld phallic heirloom, on a page with an equally suggestive phallic floral design.[16] God is the ultimate paternal line drafter, Juliette learns at the nunnery: “the Lavori magic was given,” in politicized terms, “to the leaders of men, by God” (FDR 9). Except, the smooth transference of neither written lines nor bloodlines is assured here. There is something wrong or inauthentic about the remediated letter lines from the beginning. The cover’s “A PARIS” (FDR 1) and other place or character names are the only French words (plus the Italian “Lavori d’Aracne” for the noble magic [23]) in the story; the rest is in English. The shift from one lingua franca to a new one is a reminder that words and social beliefs that seem shared, respected knowledge do not always stay that way. A mock-historical tract accompanying an earlier Short interactive fiction piece on Lavori magic, Savoir-Faire (2002), adds subtle political satire to the language shift, since we learn that the English, unlike the French or Italians, are unimpressed by noble sorcerers: “Of the Lavori in England, there is less Noise made. The English, being too stable of Sense and staid of Disposition . . . disdain to laud their Nobility of magickal means with the same Reverence” (4).

    Apart from being in the wrong language, the First Draft letter lines seem easy to disrupt. After Henri’s angry, shifting construals of an enciphered letter sent by the friar, whom he thinks has seduced Juliette and therefore interrupted his bloodline, “‘fears’” of adultery also “‘corrupt’” his written lines’ hegemonic syntax and punctuation (FDR 16). The first draft of a letter line to Juliette, “I have to ask you what is the truth of your relationship to this friar, is it possible that he has already—” is a run-on and cut short at the same time (17). The second trial, “do you take him in place of me” (17), a distorted wedding vow, lacks any capitalization and punctuation, blurring the inception or confirmation of the family. And though Juliette is “‘faithful,’” Henri’s unrevised letter lines about bringing his own illegitimate son into the aristocracy disclose how much their bloodlines’ supposedly inherent powers are faltering: “Few legitimate noble sons now demonstrate so strong a manifestation of the gift” (12, 8). His sister adds chattily in another letter: “I believe I have discovered who is the father of the P— heir,” citing and undercutting that familial inheritance in the same breath, and she warns Henri that legitimate children can just as easily be “disown[ed]” and “disinherit[ed]” by aunts who dislike their marriage alliances (6), further narrowing the gap between lines of authorized and unauthorized magic media users. As the phrase “Lavori d’Aracne” suggests, moreover, the nobles’ mythical lineage, a title the letter lines use to impress inferiors (FDR 23, 8), is just as conflicted. “Lavori” itself means “labor[s]” or “work[s]” in Italian, which can signify acts from physical work to performances (“Lavoro,” def. 1-2, 8, 10). While monastics in a “mystic order of the Weaver” do approach Lavori magic lines worshipfully (FDR 20), the classical Arachne’s lineage and works are far from mystical. Here is Ovid’s portrait of Arachne the artisan, seen through the perspective of a goddess jealous of her ability:  

                                                 . . . The girl was no one
    In birth, nor where she came from; her father, Idmon,
    Was a dyer, steeping thirsty wool with crimson.
    Her mother was dead, a common sort of person,
    With the same sort of husband, but the daughter
    Was famous for her skill . . . (129)

    This is a curious choice of legend for the French nobles to adopt, undercutting the uniqueness of their gifted lines even as Minerva shares their contempt for “common” ancestry. Arachne’s trade gestures toward real workers prior to the Revolution, the “spinners, flax-combers,” and “weavers,” who, as Kathryn Norberg notes, were among “the most impoverished segments of Grenoble society” (179), and back to paper workers as well, since paper was made from old cloth like woven linen. Arachne’s weaving lines are also openly rebellious against the mighty, debasing the gods by limning scenes of their sexual misbehavior (Ovid 132-33). She should be a revolutionary inspiration, or at worst a counsel against social insubordination, given her spider sentence. How was she remediated as the aristocrats’ patron saint so thoroughly that Juliette is infuriated by a child fixing a peasant enclosure with Weaver sorcery (FDR 9)?

    The cooptation of Arachne’s story reveals a larger tension between revolutionary critique and conservative motifs in the remediated lines. First Draft’s letter lines explore the contradictions between the nobles’ exquisite writing forms and regressive ideologies and the grievances of those whose work supports their lifestyle. The Mother Superior herself, presumably noble but not of Lavori status, can, in a revision prompt, describe an individual Lavori representative like Henri as less than “‘trustworthy’” (20), an adjective, interestingly, often applied to textual definitude.[17] She goes further with another line amendment, equal parts daring and qualified, that replaces a remark on the friar’s motivation as “jealousy of his betters” with “[i]n times of trouble we cannot always trust entirely to our leaders and authorities, which may be misguided” (20). Does she consider the mistrust itself “misguided” or rather the “leaders and authorities”? This advice ostensibly warns Juliette about the friar, but he is a lowly advisor; could she be questioning the Lavori nobles, the “betters,” as well? Yet at the same time they register dissent, First Draft’s remediated lines also suggest how readily possible revolutionaries or allies might “trust” in, and be coopted by, the premier aristocrats’ practices. Juliette may “self-silenc[e]” critique in her lines (Short and Daly, “Statement”), but she still relishes penning Henri a magic letter “daily” (FDR 2).[18] Her most independent, consequential act is one of remediation—impersonating the linguistic style and handwriting of Henri’s lines in a letter enticing his son to Paris near the story’s end, after which she speaks of the high aristocrats’ resources as “our strength” (22-24).

    Even from the outset, Juliette’s care for her hands, the primary letter-writing tools, suggests her assimilation to the Lavori cause. Far from Paris, she displays her enhanced position by overbuying fancy Grenoble “gloves” (2) to protect them. Tellingly, the “Rewrite” preference and “Send” pointer for the noble letter lines is a perfectly white, unsullied hand emerging from a ruffled sleeve, the paleness denoting both the writer’s leisure and racialized markers of class status, in contrast to hints at the low-class friar’s swarthier features, “eyes that are almost black” and “black eyebrows” (4, 18). The gloves themselves have historical revolutionary significance. While Grenoble was noted for crafting upscale gloves, glove stitchers saw little of the vendors’ profits; they were “the single largest group of individuals exempted [from taxes] because of poverty in 1789” (Norberg 167, 187, 190). Henri’s grumbling about Juliette “enrich[ing] the merchants of Grenoble” (FDR 8) similarly ignores the workforce. In the run-up to the real Revolution, about a month before Juliette’s first letter, Grenoble saw a skirmish between laborers and royalist servicemen during the “Day of the Tiles” (Popkin, New World 95-96; Sgard), but Juliette’s lines don’t mention this, its absence further questioning a revolution’s likelihood here.

    Printed

    The medial conflict in First Draft’s letters that most openly raises questions about revolutionary history breaks out of one remediation into another one entirely. The narrative gives details about characters’ handwriting—“Mother Superior had learned letters in Alsace and her penmanship bore Germanic quirks” (19)—but the visual letter lines on the stationery pages don’t imitate that handwriting. Instead, they mainly simulate print typefaces. The remedial shift comes right past the frame words. The command “Send the Letter” is in Zapfino calligraphic font, and the narrator’s first few words and concluding “The End” are in Youngblood by Insigne, whose “swirly serifs suggested writers who were committed to beauty” (Daly, E-mail). However, instead of continuing these fonts or copying a cursive letter, as the end of Short’s Savoir-Faire feelie does, Daly picked Hoefler Text for the letter lines, a typeface-modeling font, which in Windows reverts to Times New Roman (E-mail), another type-based font. Even the signatures are typed. The uncertainty about the letters’ media status heightens the narrative clash between discretion and exhibition, opening up a supposed domestic correspondence.[19] But introducing print specifically in a fought-over correspondence medium that rebels wish to access makes it difficult not to interrogate possible links between revolutionary form and politics.

    If print, as Brantley notes, was often seen as the ante-digital epitome of a medial “revolution” (202), Short chooses a historical context where that medium also seemed to aid in advancing a political revolution. Robert Darnton champions the unifying and transmutative work of print texts in the French Revolution: “Without the press, [the rebels] can conquer the Bastille, but they cannot overthrow the Old Regime. To seize power they must seize the word and spread it—by journals, almanacs, pamphlets, posters, pictures, song sheets, stationery, board games, ration cards, money, anything that will carry an impression and embed it in the minds of twenty-six million French people” (xiii). “The printing press,” Darnton concludes, “served as the main instrument in the creation of a new political culture” (xiv). Newspapers especially, a formula molded by letters (Earle 4; Bazerman 23), delineated and “g[a]ve legitimacy to the new lawmaking of the Revolution,” Jeremy Popkin contends in Revolutionary News (3-5), though he acknowledges that “[i]lliteracy and poverty” narrowed their client base (82).

    Yet in First Draft’s alt-history, the use of print for and by the revolutionaries is another historical facet that’s elided. Granted, the story opens in 1788 when French newspapers were more monitored by the regime, but, as Popkin notes, “[i]n practice . . . the government had never succeeded in imposing complete control over the flow of news” (“Gazette de Leyde” 77).[20] First Draft’s characters might expect regime critique, if not in the monarchist press, then in newspapers composed in French from companies abroad (Popkin, Revolutionary News 20-21); “political pamphlet[s]”; or “the first truly revolutionary journal,” the Sentinelle du peuple (25-26). But these resources are never mentioned by the friar, and the hope for timely news in print seems wholly usurped in First Draft by the correspondence pages under the nobles’ proprietary use, the handwriting references in print format suggesting their hand in sending their own account of relevant news within their social circle.

    The promise of swift news itself may be undercut here. After all, the framing print remediation that moves us from the diegetic stationery pages to our own reading act is not a newspaper but a book. Daly describes Hoefler as “a bookish font,” and she was interested in how “the affordances in the EPUB ebook standard” reshaped book metaphors, though the text is currently played on the Internet (E-mail). Short, too, depicts it as “more book-like than game-like” in her portfolio (“Games”), and while the inkle team post notes the fiction of “handwritten letters,” they reinforce print codex allusions with their choice of a framing book image with type on the cover page (see fig. 1). It is prefaced, in the Electronic Literature Collection, by an opening lexia where Daly expands the book frame with replicas of the cover edges (see fig. 2), suggesting a shelf of such volumes.

    Fig. 1. Cover page of First Draft of the Revolution, © Emily Short and Liza Daly with visual design and production by inkle. Used by permission.

    Fig. 2. Cover design of First Draft of the Revolution as a shelf of volumes as shown in the Electronic Literature Collection, © Emily Short and Liza Daly with visual design and production by inkle. Used by permission.

    The showy, collectible book frames for prosperous buyers pull us far away from revolution. Blunting the exigency of the letters, First Draft’s print book icons assert a regally closed, finished text, with all the delay after portrayed scenes that a publication process implies, the blood of the Terror, if it occurs in this world, muted to the tasteful dull red of the inscribed leather. The inkle post foregrounds that remove, its shifting media references invoking “a book of letters that you might find open under glass in a museum” to “bring to mind the voices of the long-dead authors, their characters, personalities and concerns . . . that ghostly feeling.” Or perhaps First Draft’s simulated print lines create another kind of detachment, suggesting the text’s actual status as historical novel, buttressed by the note monologue lines that are both quoted and italicized, like a fusion of a novel’s typographic conventions for speech and thought, the print genre markers again diminishing the need for intervention. Daly’s book cover illustration of printing further heightens the tension between the conservative and the revolutionary. While not probing its origin directly, she selected the picture “because the individual elements conveyed craftspeople at work producing documents” (E-mail). The engraving shop illustration does crucially restore the work of text production that First Draft’s nobles downplay. But the image is taken from the “adresse de l’imprimeur Claude Lercullier,” engraver for the Cabinet des Estampes in the royal library, and the triple coats of arms featured are the king’s, with the fleurs-de-lys at the top, the ship signifying the city of Paris, and the cross design of the Abbé Bignon, the royal librarian (Courboin 160-62), evoking both the power of the ruler and religious sanction for that rule. Here is another tantalizing ambiguity. Is this monarchist imagery remediated seditiously in First Draft to introduce the earliest stages of the Revolution, or are revolutionary impulses coopted by the people the rebels want to depose?

    Minimizing or questioning printing’s part in the French Revolution in these clashing, polysemic remediations anticipates O’Sullivan’s argument that it is not a medium itself that is “revolution[ary],” but rather that its divergent uses and impacts are better evaluated as they augment or contend with other formats (5, 16). The friar’s media takeover revolution fails, in part, because it lacks such dialogue. He wants to “kill every Magician,” but takes the same writing technology the “oppressors” do without détourning their usages or intermixing populist forms, and he often reproduces noble logic despite his cruder language (FDR 16). The letter he sends on magicked paper, like First Draft’s cover image, has a façade of royal and religious authorization, the lines cryptographically tied to “a psalm” by “King David,” and a contempt for those who “do not know their place” (15-16), simply flipping classism’s targets. His audience is equally unexpected. Though “he does not seem the kind to conspire with lords and counts” (14), his correspondent, Juliette speculates, is probably an aristocratic woman he has successfully enticed—“seductive and dangerous” are the Byronesque traits Juliette attributes to him (14, 24)—even as the story suggests he is the one seduced by noble forms. Juliette conjectures that the friar is another illegitimate son of an aristocrat, hinting that he “is angry” less at their regime than at being denied a “place” in its exchanges (9, 16). The upshot is disastrous; Juliette memorizes his letter from a “copy” (14), the word suggesting his social and medial mimicry, to send her husband. As patrician Henri, we can “‘[d]ecrypt’” the friar’s letter (16), but have no opportunity to amend it as the friar, underscoring the latter’s entrapment within noble communications. Never dignified with a name, the friar speaks only from reported dialogue and this letter, both remediated with unknown accuracy in Juliette’s writing.

    The friar’s media prodigy tutee is assimilated even more quickly into aristocratic exchanges. Despite his revolutionary training, Juliette notes, “at other times he is an ordinary young man, pleased to be served his breakfast chocolate, and to be winked at by serving girls, and to have coin for gambling with. In the end I think these motives will pacify him” (26). Here, “ordinary” shifts from its earlier sense of media resources for those of lesser rank; the “ordinary” condition now is to take delight in “our” top aristocratic comforts, which others “serv[e]” up obligingly (26). First Draft’s remediations betray a pessimism about how much our media messages or politics truly evolve. “In the end,” Juliette writes (26), and First Draft’s own end page (27) gives another meaning to revolution, since in clicking beyond it we pivot back to the opening title page’s Ancien Régime coats of arms, our final remediating glance inviting us to play the same game route again.[21] First Draft’s gesture of return may itself be sardonic political commentary, a closer analogue to real history than it seems, evoking the French Revolution’s aftermath with the repressive Terror, and then Napoleons, new monarchs, and new revolutions before France’s final republic.[22]

    First Draft makes us ask why we create specific politicized fictions of previous media. Is this pre-Terror letter remediation, genteel in tone despite its subject matter, or else enciphered, a respite from our own millennial traumas—economic inequities, a planet in crisis, the brutality of a war ostensibly waged on terror itself? Does First Draft, as Gold suggests (130), deconstruct the Enlightenment metanarrative, expressed in texts like Condorcet’s Progress of the Human Mind, of humans moving toward fresh discoveries and political disenthrallment?[23] Or does it address that metanarrative’s afterlife? What makes the discourse of revolution and magical technology so wrenching in this 2012 piece is perhaps less an e-mail analogue than the reminder of the social media forums and cell phone texts used in 2011 movements like the Arab Spring revolutions or the Occupy Wall Street protests in the United States. Even given subsequent questions over how transformative or curtailed the technology was for the movements, and our awareness, as O’Sullivan notes, of the companies behind the machinery and programs (14),[24] it is still frightening to see Short and Daly’s alt-history with its possible revolutionary forms so tightly locked down to service only noble ideology. That’s the catch. Any of the above interpretive possibilities might be part of First Draft’s remediations, but the one constant is that we always play as nobles. Short describes our own captivation by, and naturalization of, the “deluxe” writing tools she remediates: “It encourages [the reader] to identify and feel complicit with the aristocratic characters, and their natural desire to protect the advantages they have” (“First Draft” sec. 2). The text’s “aesthetic pleasure” (Short, “First Draft” sec. 2) echoes Montfort’s idea of interactive fiction’s “pleasure” (3), but is also hijacked as a warning. If First Draft’s narrative does not confirm an approaching revolution, it nevertheless insists that readers examine their roles in maintaining real-world political and economic exploitation, whether by demonizing would-be rebels as “villain[s]” (Short, “First Draft” sec. 3), trying to placate or coopt those injured by our choices (FDR 26), ignoring the conditions of workers and other disempowered communities, or simply consuming enjoyable products each day without examining their hidden costs.

    Remediations for Interactive Fiction’s Future

    First Draft’s political remediation strategies place it within a type of interactive fiction that Short describes as turning the genre’s participatory structure into a measure of conscience, “confronting the player with a situation in which a morally dubious action is necessary to make narrative progress” to see if they would “be complicit” in the supposed “progress” (“Interactive” 291). Aaron Reed’s 2011 text maybe make some change, which Short cites as an exemplary “complicity” fiction (“Interactive” 291), has some nightmarish analogues to First Draft’s subtler language games and remediations. Here, too, are unexpected definitions of “ordinary people”—but the context is grimmer; they are U.S. troops in court for the “killings of Afghan civilians,” referencing army crimes in Maywand in 2010 (Reed, “Statement”). While the project remediates news features, combat videogames, and soldiers’ declarations, the main text’s font in the browser edition chiefly mimics handwriting, here as a signifier of “confess[ion]” and “accus[ation]” (Reed, “Notes”; “Statement”), revising its pronoun from “you” to “any one of you,” “he,” and “we,” before a final typed “i,” to implicate the shooters as well as a national culture that inculcates violence (maybe). The remediations visually reinforce the game’s charge that we do not easily escape past training: “you will only do what you know how to do and you only know how to shoot” (Reed, maybe), as our keyboarding hands double with the shooting hands.[25] Attempting to write other commands—“calm,” “hug,” “warn”—when they appear later often spurs a team member’s objections or the rejoinder that this choice is falsifying history: “that’s not what these reports say” (Reed, maybe). The hesitant, lowercase, less-than-revolutionary title, further ironized when we find out that the words express a sentenced soldier’s original desire to help in Afghanistan (Reed, maybe), recalls First Draft’s ambivalence about whether individuals and communities can reverse course.

    Mark Marino’s 2012 Living Will is equally trenchant, using remediations and verbal/family lines to depict “the long shadow of colonialism” that its players “profited from” (“Author Statement”; Clause III). Advertised as a modern entrepreneur’s “telematic testament,” it also represents itself as a “paper” composed with Thackeray-style mockery, the remediations pulling us into a history of Congolese oppression from “King Leo[’s]” Force Publique to recent pacts with warlords for mining cellular phone materials, a reminder that “[y]ou hold in your hands” oppression’s payoffs in machines more tangible than the ersatz paper (Clause I, “Preramble,” Clause III, opening page).[26] We enter as the mine’s corporate “heir” (opening page) with little hope of revamping its practices, simply settling if the proprietor survives or someone else—often us—takes over. The patriarch’s garbled remediations—“I lift pen to lips, pen to tongue, pen to parchment”—suggest his justification that profiteering and human rights crimes span media history, even as his initials, “E R,” condemn that erring attempt at exculpation (“Preramble,” opening page).

    micha cárdenas redirects player politics in Redshift and Portalmetal (2014), arguing that remediations can be a “Spell for Decolonial Time Travel” (“Intra-Retinal Texting”), opposing imperialist and cisgender biases in canonical historiography. The “portalmetal” assisting “travels” to planets despite policed barriers in her speculative cosmos is remediated cultural ornaments: “We have found the power in these / necklaces, bangles, hoops, nose rings, / that connects us to our ancestors, / our communities” (“Finding: Portalmetal”). The video images of “these” decorations in curves and iridescent wreaths like calligraphy swirls, shown off proudly by the character Roja, signify another type of communicative “power,” reinscribing histories of emigrants, Indigenous populations, and trans collectives after “diaspora” (“Redshift and Portalmetal,” “Living on the Ice Planet”). cárdenas’s eco-fable about fleeing a polluted Earth gives a wry turn to the idea of drafting revolution, implying that we will devise a “new home” world (“Back Home”) less from revolutionary striving than because we have made our first one unlivable. Remediating current site videos for the fantasized planets, natural spaces described as fouled with toxins (“Desert: Damaged Environment”) or long corridors of industrial smoke, scaffolding, and street lights by the terrorizing “border checkpoint[s]” (“Stopped by the Border Patrol,” “Dreaming of Running”), emphasizes the exigency of using other bequeathed narratives and protocols than the ones devastating the world now (“Statement”).[27] 

    The next wave of remediation-focused interactive fiction may continue to challenge official media or celebrate marginalized ones. They may give readers more rewriting options for remediated genres as interactive fiction adapts AI, emulating a game like AI Dungeon, where the player can not only type instructions but also rewrite the program’s responses to pivot the plotline, or “Custom” develop a new narrative universe (Walton).[28] Other interactive fiction may follow First Draft’s friar in inciting players “to break the bonds of magic” (24), taking apart the linked media in a composition to examine the politics of aporias within each remediation. Kentucky Route Zero (2013-2020) lines up that analysis, its narrative well-noted for remediations of antiquated equipment, symbolically “starved for power” or parts to represent the characters’ entrapment in dying jobs and losing battles against monopolies, becoming “ghosts in the static” of a message of national growth (Act I).[29] At the same time, more players, too, “learn the art of the magicians” (FDR 23), writing their own interactive fictions of rebuilding or preserving through remediations. While expanding the dungeons of interactive formats may not lead to the liberation of a real Bastille, these remediation texts can make us better readers of our media histories and their political backgrounds, help explore the rhetoric of protest movements, or test out new audiences for old subversion strategies. First Draft’s own remedial surfaces, I have argued, succeed in undermining noble messaging where the friar failed; the incongruously linked forms project a different account, and accounting, of media “heritage” (FDR 20), yoking together the struggles of disparate historical workers, the demands and misconceptions of users, and the cost of production techniques and the ideologies that supported them. New artists investigating “[h]ow to create” their own aporetic remediation narratives “and the value of doing so” (FDR 24) will be indebted to Short and Daly’s production.


    Acknowledgments: Thanks to my stellar research assistant, Mary Elizabeth Smith, for tracking the Youngblood font and Lercullier’s adresse.  

    Footnotes

    [1] Quotations and image reproductions, used with permission from Emily Short, Liza Daly, and inkle, are taken from the online edition of First Draft of the Revolution in the Electronic Literature Collection’s third volume, Windows format, cited as FDR. Punctuation and italics are reproduced from that format.

    [2] Juliette’s convent instruction suggests noble lineage, but she is below Henri’s Lavori tier. Deirdra Kiai, too, notes that the nuns have not furnished Juliette with the “social graces” demanded by Henri’s “privileged” peers.

    [3] Eisenstein herself, in “On Revolution and the Printed Word,” apposes the medial and civic denotations of revolution, examining “possible connections between the advent of printing and those political upheavals” in the English, American, and French Revolutions (190). 

    [4] Bolter and Grusin define “hypermediacy” as “[a] style of visual representation whose goal is to remind the viewer of the medium,” stressing “‘fragmentation, indeterminacy, and heterogeneity’” as they quote William J. Mitchell, in contrast to “immediacy,” where audiences are “immersed” in a text, with its “information made visible and almost tangible,” while “the interface” seems “transparent” (272, 29-31).

    [5] Andrew Plotkin adapts Montfort’s parameters, especially the “immersion” in the constructed “world,” from “‘text adventures’” to “‘graphical adventures’” like Myst as well, correlating the assorted effects of mouse taps with keyboarded “verbs” (62-65).  

    [6] Many IFDB works are in English, from various countries, but some are in Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, Korean, French, Portuguese, Italian, German, and other languages. The Electronic Literature Collection similarly includes a growing number of works by international authors in multiple languages across its volumes. In terms of the multimedia nature of certain interactive fiction, see Short (“Interactive” 291); Hayles (sec. 2); and the annual XYZZY award, since 2014, for “Best Use of Multimedia” in the genre.

    [7] Aaron Reed praises First Draft’s possible adaptations of the letters’ “tone,” demonstrativity, “phrasing,” and degree of news, while echoing Short’s description of how the plot and tempo are not amendable, or, he adds, letters after the initial rewriting (“What I’m Playing”); see, too, similar assessments by Porpentine and by Nick Keirle, who ties the textual “limitations” to Juliette’s suppression by Henri’s family. Jenna Ng also concedes an “illusion of choice” within the “offered options,” compulsory or not, the incommutable sent letters, the preset plot, and the inability to play as the friar to rework his phrases (178-80, 184-85). More broadly, as she and others note, the “‘[i]nteractivity’” of interactive literature has long been debated (Ng 179). O’Sullivan contends that “no medium can transcend fixity,” since the creator still “dictate[s] the architectural path” (81), and an electronic milieu is a delimited “technical, cultural, and literary space” (120). He praises Mark Marino’s a show of hands for circumscribing player options so as to guarantee “narrative coherence” (O’Sullivan 108-09). Bolter imagines presswork advocates contending that when hyperfiction “authors prescribe links, they deny the reader the choice of making her own associations, so that a printed novel or essay actually gives the reader greater freedom to interact with the ideas presented” (43). Hayles cites Espen Aarseth’s assessment, too, that hyperfiction confines selection more than paper volumes do (Hayles sec. 3). Lynda Clark, after redefining interactive fiction as “any story in which the reader alters the course of, or is left with the impression of having altered the course of, the story through their interaction,” uses the familiar trope from the Lavori world of a “magic trick” or an “illusion” with studied “‘showing and concealing’” to talk about interactive fiction’s semblance “of agency,” which is debunked in First Draft, she notes, through repeat play that betrays the one finale and compulsory emendations (55-59). Short explains that certain interactive texts “sharply constrain player agency . . . to make that constraint an important part of the message” (“Interactive” 290).

    [8] Montfort states that Galatea’s identity switches “reveal different, even contradictory assumptions that the IF world was founded upon” (219).

    [9] Anthony Hope, referencing a movie adaptation of Laclos’s novel, likens the Marquise de Merteuil to Henri’s sister. I would add, in keeping with First Draft’s more lenient tenor, that Alise does not get to devastate other characters as Merteuil does. See, too, in Joanita Baú de Oliveira’s dissertation on “interactivity” and characterization in presswork and digital letter fiction (7), comparisons between First Draft and Liaisons, Juliette and Cécile (113, 210-12, 230, 223-24).  

    [10] Ng, too, states that the idea of “fixed or stable messages” is undercut by First Draft’s amendment stages (183), and see Agnieszka Przybyszewska on its pre-amended lines (69).

    [11] Gold agrees with Bolter and Grusin, whose ideas of “‘immediacy’” and “‘hypermediation’” she mentions in the context of parser interactive fiction, in regarding with some skepticism the thesis that forums such as “social media can revolutionize or democratize hyperindustrial society” (Gold 105, 5).

    [12] For the “distinctive stationery,” Daly writes, “I loosely tried to match the paper textures and watermark designs with how the characters made me feel” (E-mail).

    [13] Downplayed work may refer to First Draft’s composition as well. Martin Paul Eve sees the tendency to elide the price of work put into digital texts as an outgrowth of “commodity fetishism” (386-87). Eve states that although there is no fee for running First Draft and “the source code . . . is openly licensed,” the story’s paratexts recall the effort of Short’s composing and Daly’s and inkle’s programming and visual layout (387). Darren Wershler(-Henry) discusses strategies for compensating writers’ work when a press posts digital formats of its paper texts, and the needed work of advocacy and publicizing (100-02). Rieke Jordan analyzes the user’s “curatorial labor” as “she selects text options and sifts through databases” in an electronic game (xiii-xiv), and Gold examines how a piece such as Digital plays up “the mechanical labor of correspondence” (106), though she does not analyze ignored authorial or diegetic work in First Draft. Ng argues, too, that First Draft’s stress on the “laboriousness” of composition or text “decryption” complicates the story’s “‘magic’ of instantaneous transmission,” which she sees as a reference to the apparent ease of tapping through “hyperlink[ed] . . . webpages” (182-83, 185-87). She observes that it “take[s] time to refresh the webpage for the next letter draft” in First Draft, mentions the length of regular 1780s postal transport “by foot, horseback, or stagecoach,” and notes the methods and sparsity of enspelled sheets in-story and the “anachronism” with “elaborately embellished pages” of stationery in a digital text, though more to suggest the persistence of “time and distance” within “the ghost[ly]” epistolary style (184-86). In contrast, see Daniel Punday on the piece’s “aesthetics” of “waiting” troped as “idleness,” deepened by the letter story’s generic “urgency” dilemma of telling addressees about “suspenseful events . . . in the past” (87-88). 

    [14] See Daly’s comments on early criticism about “what you can’t do” using e-texts, a result, she states, of misinterpreting them as “mere simulacra of” paper forms (“What We Can Do with ‘Books’” 35-36). First Draft remediates that misinterpretation with its disjunctive paper simulations. Przybyszewska discusses the loss of palpability in a different “digital remediation,” but also finds gradations of that loss in some paper epistolary remediations, while others foreground “sensualnej” [sensual] characteristics and affective “‘wysilku’” [effort] (60, 64-68).

    [15] Timothy Wilcox also notes the discrepancy between the antique “medium simulated” of “drafts” before “a finalized version” and the rewrites “on one fixed page,” which he describes as operating more like “a word processor” screen, an instrument Punday cites too (88).

    [16] Carolyn Steedman, analyzing “sexuality and textuality” in letter writing, sometimes with “an erotics of class,” remarks that “Gilbert and Gubar famously asked whether the pen was a penis” (122-26). See, too, their research on the conceit of the litterateur who “‘fathers’ his text just as God fathered the world,” the “‘gift’” touted despite “paternity[’s]” unpredictability (Gilbert and Gubar 3-5).

    [17] “[I]nformation believed to be accurate,” Adrian Johns states, is part of the fashioned premise that contemporary books are “trustworthy” (1, 34).

    [18] Barbara Maria Zaczek describes a progression in eighteenth-century epistolary literature from kinspersons overseeing women’s letters to characters learning to compose “with caution” on their own (16-17). Juliette’s circumspect monogamy, too, may offer a different spin on her English letter lines. If, as Nicola Watson argues, English authors after 1789 correlated epistolary fiction’s “seduction” storylines of “marital infidelity” with “French liberty,” an “excessive,” “revolutionary sensibility” that was “gendered female” (8-9), does Juliette’s constancy indicate the Revolution’s prevention in this world?

    [19] Ng observes “conflicts between the private and the public” in the early letter lines versus the “self-censorship” of the last stage, “polished and smoothed over as if—indeed—for public display,” noting briefly Henri’s issued note about the friar as an exception that remains “draft-like” (175, 177, 181, 183); Oliveira also observes his fractured or choppy lines there, as well as Juliette’s adoption of Henri’s previous public mode (211). Joe Bray’s monograph on epistolary fiction, some with revolutionary staging, ties letters to Habermas’s “‘public’ and ‘private’ spheres,” citing Elizabeth Heckendorn Cook on novels’ depicted “‘personal letters’” being “‘brought into the public sphere’” by “‘the printing press, the post office, the periodical’” (Bray 41-43). Cook’s book adds that this overlap “of private and public,” enacted via alternating references to “script and print,” is “[t]he indispensable fiction of the letter-narrative . . . that behind the volume you are reading, almost visible through the bars of print on the page, are the original, personal documents from which the printed text has been impersonally, typographically transcribed: handwritten letters, bearing traces of the body that produced them” (12, 2). Oliveira mentions this ruse as well in discussing epistolary fiction “remidiação” [remediation] (25, 27, 37).

    [20] Keirle compares First Draft with another 2012 revolt game, The Republia Times, that remediates print newspapers; we play “a newspaper editor serving an autocratic and potentially violent, unstable political power.” But in line with Popkin’s history, there are chances to “Place negative articles!” (Pope) about the dictatorship’s flaws.

    [21] Pressman finds a comparable play on “‘revolution’” in Only Revolutions by Mark Z. Danielewski, a “returning” that “simultaneously suggests circularity and wholeness” as much as “rebellion and change,” where “we read” the book “by rereading” (159, 161). See, too, Eisenstein (Printing Revolution 333).

    [22] Short looked at Delphine for “period research” while creating First Draft; Germaine de Staël’s letter novel, though describing revolutionary France, as Short notes (“First Draft” sec. 3), also speaks to her contemporary society under Napoleon’s dictates.

    [23] Condorcet heralds “[t]he progress of the sciences” and “the multiplication of printing presses” as furthering “liberty” and “equality” within and beyond states (360, 308, 323, 317).

    [24] Philip N. Howard et al. argue that “social media played a central role in shaping political debates in the Arab Spring,” disseminating “democratic ideas across international borders” (2-3). In contrast, Evgeny Morozov describes social media as “playing an important mobilization role” in Tunisia or Egypt largely since other “favorable political, social, and cultural factors” were in place previously, and points out that “Western firms” stock “the most heinous regimes” with “surveillance and censorship technology” (324-25).

    [25] “There’s something about typing out each of the commands that cements complicity,” Short writes in a review (“‘maybe make some change’”). Sam Kabo Ashwell comments on the text’s strictures: “Most actions are invalid, either denied by the narrators or self-censored by the protagonist,” remarking that one participant in a prior form of the game “stop[ped] playing, refusing to enter the commands,” to which Reed replied: “‘That’s a totally legitimate response.’”

    [26] Stuart Moulthrop, who discusses the game’s “aesthetic opposition,” describes coltan as “a notorious signature of rapacious globalism in which the digital world is deeply implicated” (448). See, too, Short, on the audience’s “real-world” product “complicity” and one character’s inability to thwart the founder or reject “benefit[s],” despite “crises of conscience” (“Living Will”).

    [27] For Roopika Risam, the text has readers “envision new sets of practices that resist settler colonialism”; it also fits the prioritizing of “local context” and “digital cultural heritage” via “practices of Indigenous communities” (81-83). Finley Coyl, too, notes the game’s “future” vistas retrieving “memories” of communal emigration to “‘hack[]’” imperialist barriers or plotlines that might “repeat or relive injustices of history” (23). cárdenas details the piece’s “acts of shifting”—including donning ornaments in the e-text and performed renditions—as “trans of color” and “culture of family” preservation measures (Poetic Operations 121-22, 113-15). Thea Pitman underlines the ornaments’ “‘stitching’ together distributed communities of care” across lifespans and persecuted populations in the game’s calls to “allyship” against “the route of colonizations past” (14-15).   

    [28] That does not mean complete freedom in playing/authoring. As Tom Simonite observes, the program’s responses draw from a set lexicon of network subject matter.

    [29] Jae Sharpe reads game descriptions of “‘broken’” and “‘discarded electronics’” as “stand-ins for the problems of structural decay in Appalachian communities” and a rebuke to uncritical “beliefs in technology as redemptive and democratizing” (146, 141, 155). Aubrey Anable follows the piece’s “remediat[ions]” of cybernetics, games, and appliances, where “broken” equipment and “humor” show “the limitations of computational systems” and game research’s sexism (31, 16, 27, 29). For Jordan, the game’s “broken computers and slow machines” invoke not only the despondent subjects but also “societal and medial instability” (127, 131, 135), causing programs, economies, and toiling “bodies” to be more “visible” (138, 148) in a critique “of technological progress,” while “remediation processes” generate “something new” from mechanical wreckage (140, 135, 141).

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  • Resisting Antiblackness Without Imperial or Progressive Institutions

    Louis-Georges Schwartz

    A review of James, Joy. New Bones Abolition: Captive Maternal Agency and the Afterlife of Erica Garner. Common Notions, 2023.

    In New Bones Abolition, Joy James presents a collection of ten essays on the politics of abolition organized around Erica Garner’s political life. Erica Garner was the daughter of Eric Garner, who was lynched by New York City police using a prohibited choke hold on Staten on July 17, 2014. Eric Garner’s murder was one of a series of police lynchings across the US that led to months of nationwide popular resistance against the war waged on Black communities by the state and capital. In addition to demanding the elimination of racist police, or carceral society, or even racial capitalism, James’s abolition seeks the end of Antiblackness, full stop. Erica Garner’s work around her father’s death went from seeking justice for the family via the justice system to organizing the streets and voters against police lynchings of Black people. James understands Garner as a “Captive Maternal,” and articulates a network of supplementary analytic concepts such as “maroonage,” the “doula” function, “agape,” and “war resistance.” She uses these concepts to reveal Garner’s passage from caregiver to a rebel seeking full-spectrum social transformation over the course of her short career as a public figure. In James’s account, Garner does not give up care giving as she develops, she turns care into a praxis on a national scale. New Bones begins with three chapters on various kinds of contemporary abolition in the academic context, which James knows well: she is the Ebenezer Fitch Professor of the Humanities at Williams College. The middle three chapters focus on Erica Garner’s political activity and death. The final three chapters deal with federal and international legal action against the police lynching of Black people in the US in the context of a broader movement to abolish Antiblackness and its world.

    Throughout New Bones, James locates meaningful politics, collective activity capable of bringing about the social transformation necessary to end Antiblackness, outside of the state, outside of the institutions of racial capitalism, and the beyond the walled garden of the statist university. Bourgeois institutions structurally reproduce Antiblackness, and hold Captive Maternals in bondage. ‘Captive Maternals’ is James’s term for caregivers in proletarian communities suffering the acute contradictions of racial capitalism. Captive Maternals transform ethical and often familial projects of ministering, protecting, educating, and providing into political projects aimed at changing the conditions that put communities in harm’s way and overturning the system that dispossesses them. James emphasizes the complex metamorphoses in the careers of captive maternals through a set of examples which includes Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and Mamie Till-Mobley. She shows the ways that love for family and immediate community can be turned into agape, which she defines as “political love,” radicalizing, and to a certain extent secularizing Dr. King’s development of the term’s classical Greek and Christian-theological meaning, transmuting it into a radical form of racial solidarity that transcends the sympathy of radicalized individuals for their group, and becomes the very bond through which the beloved community elaborates itself. Although it is not a major theme in the book, the paradigm of agape might be used to explain Till-Mobley’s decision to have an open casket funeral for her fourteen-year-old son, Emmett Till, and allow Jet magazine photographers to take and publish photographs. In so doing she created an image event out of love and grief for her son that garnered global solidarity for resistance against the war on Black people in the United Sates (209-10).

    The phrase “captive maternal” suggests the ethical difficulties of enslaved mothers played out in Toni Morrison’s Beloved and developed by Afropessimist scholars such as Hortense Spillers, and Saidiya Hartman, among others: enslaved people were forced to reproduce, with their children forced into bondage. Their work of maternity was structurally linked to the reproduction of chattel slavery. Against the excruciating contradiction connecting the generational reproduction of a people to the reproduction of their enslavement, James proposes “maroonage,” the construction of a community premised on self-liberation, which enables Captive Maternals to both provide care in a way that does not reproduce Antiblackness, and to resist colonial capitalism. Maroonage distances Captive Maternals from the world of Antiblackness which confines them, and enables them to transform the maintenance of communities harmed by exploitation and racism into militancy. 

    The reproduction of capitalist societies operates through a contradiction: the labor power of the proletariat is necessary to the continuation of the everyday life of class domination, but capital supports neither the daily reproduction of the worker’s capacity to work nor the reproduction of new generations of laborers. It abandons the proletariat to care for itself. That contradiction is even more intense for Black and otherwise racialized layers of the proletariat. Some are condemned to social death by being permanently excluded from the pool of labor necessary to the valorization of capital. The assault on Black communities James’s “war resisters” defend against can be understood as a capitalist project: the ruling class sees the populations it has dispossessed as absolutely unnecessary to their own economic needs and therefore as disposable, and seeks to liquidate them—an eliminationist drive expressed in, for example, police lynching in the United States, and genocide in Palestine.  One can see the ways capital fragments the proletariat through differential abandonment in James’s account of Erica Garner’s death.

    New Bones Abolition proceeds through a series of analytic narratives instead of a set of classical arguments. Captive Maternals and the rest of James’s theoretical figures name the political actions and formations that oppose the brutal war the bourgeoisie wages on Black people through violence, social fragmentation, and abandonment. Concepts such as Captive Maternals and war resisters name types of agents or characters in James’s social stories, while others, such as maroonage name collective organizations of care. All of these figures arise as responses to social divisions between Black communities and white supremacist bourgeois society, and to social divisions within Black communities themselves, whence their tremendous force within analytic narratives wherein the possibility of politics arises from fragmentation.

    After three years of activism following her father’s murder in 2014, Garner died of a heart attack in December of 2017. James points out that that was Garner’s second known heart attack, the first came during or just after the birth of her son, Eric, earlier in 2017 (161). Because the general medical crisis in the United States is unevenly distributed, Black women are almost twenty-five percent more likely to have a pregnancy related heart attack during childbirth (“Black Women”) and more than twice as likely to die of complications around childbirth (Johnson). 

    Garner’s activism began with petitioning the court for more information on her father’s death, calling for state legislation banning choke holds, and demanding the formation of investigative committees in the house of representatives, along with attempts to ensure that Daniel Pantaleo, the officer who murdered her father, was fired and prosecuted. From the beginning, Garner sought to keep the focus on ways to prevent police violence. She moved from mainstream abolitionist tactics that operate within the apparatus of liberal democracy to forming collectives that operated at the system’s margins, organizing die-ins on Staten Island, and participating in actions for Black victims of police lynchings in other cities. James understands Garner’s campaign work for Bernie Sanders in the 2016 democratic primaries as an attempt to take a radical abolitionist point of view onto the empire’s biggest political platform: presidential elections. Garner refused to acquiesce to bourgeois society’s demand that all politics be electoral, and refused to adhere to certain norms of decorum. At the end of the summer of 2016, Garner would leave a nationally televised town hall on police lynchings when she found out that she would not be able to address then President Barack Obama directly. On her way out, she confronted Obama offstage. He responded by criticizing her unwillingness to hew to the rules of respectability and deference the liberal mainstream demands. Garner insisted she had been “railroaded” (129-32).   

    When she promoted Sanders, she ensured that no one would interfere with her style of expression or with the content of what she had to say. Garner platformed the needs of the movement she was helping to build in New York City and those with which she worked in Ferguson, MO and Baltimore. Garner’s function in the Bernie Sanders campaign was to draw attention to an emerging, national, Black proletarian political community born in the streets despite the fact that the state and the media-owning class sought to erase that community by masking it with the liberalism of the petty bourgeois Black Lives Matter organization. Garner helped to birth a new political body outside of state institutions, and forced those institutions to recognize it. In this sense James calls her a doula (140-48).

    James clarifies the separation between dispossessed communities and bourgeois institutions when she reflects on an academic conference on abolition at Princeton, where professors and graduate students mainly practiced state feminism and liberal abolition while New Jersey State Troopers gathered at the door of the auditorium as James gave a presentation on Assata Shakur. Shakur is a former member of the Black Liberation Army who escaped from prison and fled the US in 1979 after being accused of killing a New Jersey State Trooper in 1973. The State Troopers Fraternal Association has aggressively opposed any attempts to seek a pardon for Shakur, and actively lobbied to have her extradited from Cuba. Their appearance was clearly meant as an intimidating and silencing show of force, yet James’s colleagues showed her no sign of solidarity, despite the fact that the very integrity of the institution to which they were beholden was being challenged by the violence of empire. Although the topic of the conference was abolition (from a conventional academic perspective), those in attendance refused to resist or even acknowledge a clear example of the war against Black politics that radical abolition seeks to end. 

    Politics did briefly emerge at the conference when, during a Q and A, a professor from a vocational college pointed out that all the papers at the conference were presented by scholars from elite institutions who were shielded from the “vulnerabilities and violence stalking her own students” (44). Other than a prominent professor who chastised the speaker for not being appreciative, James was the only one to answer the woman, affirming her critique, and pointing out abolitionist conferences at ruling-class schools had been normalized. Both James and the professor from the vocational college acted as doulas. The risk James ran by giving a paper that got the menacing attention and attendance of police, birthed a living political moment in the space of the conference, in part by making palpable the other attendees’ unwillingness to respond to anything outside the context of the statist university (the presence of troopers palpable, and the concerns of working-class students). Although academics often style themselves as political, and some from underrepresented groups call their presence in the institution inherently political, university spaces themselves are structured to prevent open confrontation, intellectual or otherwise, deadening any gestures toward social transformation. The conversion of the academic conference into a live political space was completed by the vocational college professor who made the event’s class structure explicit. James begins the narrative of her colleague’s intervention by pointing out that “[d]issonance for the gathering appeared not to stem from police, but from a young Black woman who questioned the function and purpose, the very relevance, of the conference” (44). James goes on to say that she intervened when the woman was chastised by “a prominent Black professor” (44). James pointed out that abolitionist conferences had at elite universities had become the national norm. James concludes the episode by saying that “Captive Maternals … confront homelessness poverty, police violence, and incarceration … within the material realm of struggle and scarcity … realms distanced from or present as abstractions to the elite universities and colleges” (44). It is hard for James’s reader not to read the opening of political space in the solidarity between two Captive Maternals: James and the other woman professor against the conference that failed to show solidarity with James against the police. Although a theory of politics as choosing sides in social rifts remains implicit in James’s analytic narratives, she makes the power of such a theory deeply felt by those versed in contemporary thinking about social transformation.

    As is well-known, US academics tend to mistake solidarity for an affect, and moments when people facing concrete material problems open rifts within groups striving for abstractly defined justice are frowned upon because they give rise to indecorous feelings; yet it is only by working in such rifts that real politics can be born. It is only by insisting on attending to those willing to speak in situations where speech involves bodily risk that theory can become praxis (42-45). 

    New Bones begins by analyzing various styles of Black feminism in terms of their relationship to the social institutions that subjugate Black life: centrist Black feminism seeks equity between Black people, Black women in particular, and bourgeois whites, without necessarily opposing the imperial state and capitalist economy. The feminism of Captive Maternals refuses to let the care work required by feminist politics, or any struggle for liberation, reproduce the very forces that create inequity. James points out certain radicalized Black feminists’ agape in attempts to channel the energy of feminist organizing against the world of oppression instead of seeking accommodation within that world. James notes that there is not necessarily an antagonism between Captive Maternals and other forms of Black feminism. They have different projects. Centrist Black feminism seeks what might be called reform, while Captive Maternals engage in forms of revolutionary struggle. Black feminisms also operate in different sites: more liberal actors operate in places James calls “epicenters,” such as universities, the halls government, and courtrooms, for instance, while Captive Maternals operate in “hypocenters,” such as communal gatherings, and the streets where the state wages war against Black people (39).  Elsewhere, James insists that

    Captive Maternals are a function, not an identity. . . . Captive Maternals are flawed. They/we salvage, but they/we are not saviors. They/we are practitioners. Some practice the art of political alchemy to transpose exhaustion, exploitation, and resentments into protests and rebellions. Some live long lives (rest in peace, Harry Belafonte). Some die rapidly at the hands of others (rest in power, Breonna Taylor). What would and could we do over centuries of frustrations, savage trauma, and outrage through endurance against lynching, state violence, rape, and police murder? Create a womb to push out a mutation that would confront our antagonists and force said antagonists to stop feeding on our lives and deaths. (“Captive Maternal”)

    New Bones makes it clear that part of the captive maternal function is to politicize the central institutions of colonial capitalism by manifesting within them the agency of collective bodies born outside, in hypocenters, on the US street. Although she does not say so in New Bones,James’s insistence on bringing in collectives excluded by both imperial and ‘progressive’ institutions in order to create political situations must be read as a constant attention to the question of what conditions would make social transformation possible. 

    I strongly recommend New Bones Abolition to general readers interested in abolition, to social organizers, and especially to academics and teachers for classroom adoption. We live in a time when radical works are being excluded from high schools and universities, and I cannot think of a book more useful to students of political theory, social science, Black studies, or American Studies. In terms of James’s oeuvre, New Bones seems to be the second in a trilogy beginning with In Pursuit of Revolutionary Love: Precarity, Power, Communities (Divided Publishing, 2022) and ending (?) with the forthcoming The Captive Maternal: Antifascist Renegades, Runaways and Rebels (Pluto Press, 2026), and as such is a crucial step in the articulation of her concepts. The book would be invaluable for the study of contemporary abolition, the movement for black lives, the study of US policing, and contemporary history.

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  • Reading as a Way of Dreaming, Dreaming as a Way of Reading

    Erin Trapp

    A review of Sousa Monteiro, João. Bion’s Theory of Dreams: A Visionary Model of the Mind. Routledge, 2023.

    My experience of reading João Sousa Monteiro’s book, Bion’s Theory of Dreams: A Visionary Model of the Mind, was quite ambivalent. This played out in a few ways. One pertained to the very literal process of reading: in one sitting the text might feel frustrating and difficult to move through on the level of language and editing, and in the next, the language might appear less inhibitory and the ideas more immediately transmitted and captivating. The book is at once vivid and blurry, concrete and profound. In this sense, my experience felt something like an idea of Wilfred Bion’s on which Michael Eigen elaborates in Contact with the Depths, describing the “on-off” nature of psychical reality. Eigen writes that “Bion uses the term constant conjunction for images or actions that appear together with some reliability. Like ringing the doorbell-looking away; speaking-fading out; a sense of tension, pain rising, then dissipating and blanking out” (78). This “constant conjunction” represents a “conjoining of tendencies” that perhaps lose the cast of ambivalence as they seem to become a single functioning unit, or as Eigen states, “something like second nature, a chronic state of affairs, a ‘habit’ sequence that runs off by itself” (78). This constant conjunction is above all an experience of contact—contact with the creation of the mind. Others—including Annie Reiner, who notes in her recent book W.R. Bion’s Theories of Mind that Bion’s curiosity began and ended with the “unknowable mystery of the mind”—recognize the centrality of the mind in his theories. The value of Monteiro’s book comes from its immersion of the reader in this ambivalent experience of reading as a way of dreaming, of creating the mind.

    Monteiro says his book reflects on “Bion’s most illuminating and far-reaching intuition: that the most fundamental quality of the human mind is that it pulsates with unreadably complex and yet overwhelming awestruck life beyond the edge of the unknown, the unknowable and the unthinkable” (13). Where others focus on the clinical setting and parameters implied in Bion’s extensive work, Monteiro’s attention is always turned toward this inner dimension, oriented around the experience of “continuously dreaming the human mind into its awestruck structure” (14). The idea that the human mind is continuously “created” rather than merely “existing” is the underlying premise of this argument, which Monteiro expresses in the idea that it is not “consciousness and unconsciousness” that is created, but “the conscious mind and the unconscious mind” (27). This process—which is, however it might be construed or emphasized, the legacy of Bion—is both the work of therapy and the way the mind works.

    Monteiro is not alone in recognizing the “visionary” nature of British psychoanalyst Wilfred Bion (1897-1979). In her appendix to Four Discussions with W.R. Bion, titled “An Introduction to Bion’s Model of the Mind,” Meg Harris Williams lists some of the ways Bion imagines “vision,” including the use he makes of the metaphor of Alpheus, “the sacred river that runs underground (unseen) and then re-emerges in expected places: it is suddenly ‘seen’, but it always existed” (78). This metaphor describes “how an idea tracks or travels, whether or not it is visible,” and it corresponds as well to those parts of Bion’s theory that we might call “post-Kleinian,” an idea that “the mind’s origins extend (beyond Klein) into prenatal life and even further into the evolution of the species” (Harris Williams 67). Following in the tradition of Donald Meltzer, who emphasizes areas of Bion’s work that can be characterized as aesthetic, Monteiro recognizes this origin as “creative.” Monteiro, a psychoanalyst in private practice in Lisbon, worked under the supervision of Donald Meltzer for thirteen years before Meltzer’s death in 2004, and while the first part of the book can be read as Monteiro’s development of Bion’s ideas, of the mind’s being drawn, through language, into being, the second part elaborates Meltzer’s ideas of the “passion” and “intimacy” of analysis, of the mind in the analytic session.

    Monteiro’s figure is of “ripening”: an analysis, he writes, “[S]hould gradually ripen into an awestruck and very mysterious dialogue between internal characters” (194). In the final chapter, he writes, “We all owe Bion the discovery of uncertainty in psychoanalysis, and to Meltzer to have ripened this discovery into a key guiding light through both research and all along virtually every single clinic hour” (243). Others who extend and unfold the complexity of Bion’s thinking and the vastness of the conceptual world that he created—most predominantly James Grotstein, Antonino Ferro, and Michael Eigen, whose rich theoretical writings on Bion feel like troves of therapeutic action—do so, to my mind, via a process somewhat more like construction than “ripening.” While Bion did discover “uncertainty,” he also solidified the language of psychoanalytic processes that encounter and seek to transform uncertainty—the “alpha-function” comes to mind as central here, a name that he gives to the processes of “dreaming” and “thinking,” which transform pre-processed sensory material into bits that can be represented—and these conceptual aspects of his thinking are so evocative and complex that even he, it seems, often gets tied up there. In light of this, Monteiro’s somewhat singular focus on this “awestruck” quality of the mind, its dreaming, and its being heard, is remarkable, as it carries out the process he seeks to describe in the book of the mind “continuously creat[ing] itself into existence” (5). The quality of this “continuous” creation, this ripening, is one of the offerings that Monteiro’s book makes and what makes it worth reading. In the text, we encounter this aesthetic dimension in its language and in the experience of reading itself, and this feels like a somewhat humble reminder that writing, like dreaming and thinking, carries with it an alpha function; it is also a process through which the mind continuously creates itself. Against the background of this profound dimension to Monteiro’s work, its shortcomings are also evident, as readers may experience it—like many perhaps do Bion’s work—as obscure, hermetic, abstract. It may also speak more to clinicians familiar with Bionian terms and concepts than to those interested in thinking about some of the cultural, social, or political dimensions of dreaming or of Bion’s theories more broadly. However, I propose that the book’s structure—its repetitious progression from the unknowable mind adjacent to Freud’s dream-thoughts, through Bion, into a series of (again, repeated, or iterative) questions about what a dream is, and back out into reflections on the human mind—invites us into and performs the erring, wandering, and confusing process of dreaming. The book is not for readers who want to grasp Bion’s theory of dreams and put it to use; it is a philosophical text, one that develops its own theory about the psyche and about psychical reality. In the context of the present realities of AI and the impoverished landscape of managed care and mental health, an argument about the existence and uniqueness of psychical reality takes on new significance and meaning. For readers willing to overcome an initial resistance related to the potential unfamiliarity of Monteiro’s language and terms, as well as Bion’s, the book may transmit this experience of psychical reality, not as something to understand but as something to experience.

    At the start of the book, Monteiro proclaims the somewhat controversial undertaking—one that James Grotstein also claims in his tribute to Bion, A Beam of Intense Darkness (2007)—of repeating quotations and phrases when they come to the writer’s mind in writing the text. One effect of this is the uneven, perhaps spoken rather than written quality of the text. The repetition calls to mind “kenning,” a compound word in which two figurative words are used in place of a more concrete noun. This is a feature of medieval literature identified as a “circumlocution” or a form of “roundabout speech,” and, like kennings, these quotations or phrases, purportedly offered for clarity and perhaps for concreteness, also work on the text in other ways. While Monteiro comments on Bion’s use of small particles of language—for example, there is a discussion of the “little protruding ‘so,’ caressingly dropped into the line” (89)—his own language particles make for an ambiguous experience of reading as well. This language signals both the literal, material, concrete aspect—perhaps its bordering on meaninglessness—and its profound, multilayered meaningfulness. We are, then, in the world of Monteiro’s text, dreaming as a way of reading.

    Circumlocution is present in phrases to which Monteiro returns in order to define certain aspects of Bion’s theory and in the effort to develop concepts. “Dreaming” is identified as a “cluster of dreaming functions operating the contact-barrier” (30). This phrase—“a cluster of dreaming functions operating the contact-barrier”—repeats throughout the text. However, Monteiro does not define the terms he uses. The closest we get are the equation and substitution of terms. There are moments in the text where the tone becomes monologic, as in the phrase, “the unknown, the unknowable, and the unthinkable,” whose frequent repetition can feel like roteness or tautology, as if it were used concretely. I take these moments to be expressions of the substrate of the mind—the human mind pulsating “beyond the edge” (13)—that is the particular focus of the book. While there is something somewhat awkward or redundant about these phrases, this “failing” of language is a sign that we are “in it” in some way, in this experience of the mind as if from inside.

    The reading experience is marked by the impression that conceptual language and argumentation are failing. The idea of the “contact-barrier,” that permeable border between consciousness and unconsciousness, is introduced as an equivalent to Bion’s “odd term ‘dream’” (15). What Monteiro presents as “Bion’s theory of dreams” is, then, also a theory of the contact-barrier, insofar as he reads the term “dream,” repeated “ten times in pages 15-17 [of Learning from Experience],” as being “converted into what Bion called contact-barrier” (15). In the first chapter on dreaming and the contact-barrier, Monteiro seems to move around the term in this way, through substitution and equation, without defining or conceptually “grasping” it. Reading this is a frustrating experience. In the following chapter, Monteiro begins by quoting Bion, as he describes a shift from “dream” to “contact-barrier.” He quotes from Bion’s Learning from Experience:

    My statement that a man has to ‘dream’ a current emotional experience whether it occurs in sleep or in waking life is reformulated thus: the man’s alpha-function whether in sleeping or waking transforms sense impressions related to an emotional experience into alpha-elements, which cohere as they proliferate to form a contact-barrier. This contact-barrier, thus in continuous process of formation, marks the point of contact between the conscious and the unconscious elements and originates the distinction between them. (qtd. in Monteiro 28)

    Monteiro focuses on Bion’s “misleading and unclear,” “unfortunate” use of words, but one of the things to which he does not attend is the fact that Bion’s term “contact-barrier” is taken from Freud, who uses the term Kontaktschranke in his 1895 Project for a Scientific Psychology. The German term “Schranke” translates the figure of “crossing” or “folding” and is used by Freud in the sense of describing not only “barriers” but also gates that are perhaps specifically concerned with passage or permeability, as in “toll gates,” “lattice gates,” or grating. (We are not far here from Bion’s grid.) Monteiro is less concerned with whatthe contact-barrier isand more concerned with its effects or workings, both textually and in the world. While there is something lost in not explicating the terms of the contact-barrier—something that makes me think that the repetition of phrases is not driven by a desire for clarity but by some other force—we can also say that the text, as it is written, works on a different level. It brings the reader into the process of dreaming, which at times threatens logic and readability and moves via repetition.

    The value of reading Monteiro’s book lies in its emphasis on the generative and creative aspects of this process, and it is hard not to be buoyed by the passion of this approach to thinking about clinical work, especially given the impoverished, pathologizing frameworks of contemporary mental health. Monteiro’s book invites thinking about the difference between the work of psychoanalytic therapy and the way the mind works. And yet Monteiro does not say enough about what is afforded by this difference, itself a product of the constant conjunction of dream and dreaming. I would like to take up two of the main themes of Monteiro’s book in order to extend his thinking about this difference between the work of therapy and the way the mind works. The first pertains to a distinction that Monteiro makes between the work of the mother and that of the therapist, a distinction that seems to underlie more explicit statements about the congruence of these roles or their analogous nature. The second pertains to experiences of failure in therapy: failed dreaming, failed containing, interrupted processes, failures of passion on the side of the therapist—failures that point to the analytic process as a site of falling short, of not hearing, not dreaming, not tending to dreaming.

    Mother’s Reverie, Therapist’s Reverie

    Bion’s concept of reverie, which begins as an expression of the mother’s love for the infant, has certainly contributed to the predominant association of the work of the mother and the work of the therapist in psychoanalysis. The mother’s love, Bion writes, “is expressed by reverie” (Learning from Experience 36). “Even the foetus’ and the infant’s earliest experiences of joy and excitement have to be lovingly dreamed by the mother back into them,” writes Monteiro in a chapter titled, “Mother’s Reverie” (52). While Monteiro does not reject—and in many ways extends—this model, he also opens up spaces for thinking about how this analogy functions and for considering its limits.

    To dream “the human mind into existence”—who if not the mother, to take on such a task? And reverie seems to imply as much. Yet, for Monteiro, reverie consists both of “dreaming her babies [sic] projections back into them” (56) and of the fetus’s and infant’s capacity to “introject mother’s own dreams into new qualities of their own personalities as well as new qualities of their thinking” (57). While one may assume that this work of dreaming falls within the purview of the mother, Monteiro places the larger share of this process of introjection and on the “creative strength of the unreadably complex dynamic of psychic reality” (136). This emphasis on introjection begins with Monteiro’s ideas about projection:

    So nothing seems to support the widely spread assumption that projection is a straightforward psychical move naturally travelling from foetus and the infant to the mother—from the couch to the chair. Without projection, mother’s reverie would hardly become as busy as it normally would be, and I believe the human mind might have been deprived of one of the most mysterious and most extraordinary process [sic] that it has been possible to identify and tentatively examine so far. (56)

    In setting projection out as an “unnatural” process—or one, we might say, that is threatened by the very real demands of reality—Monteiro suggests that reverie and introjection might become increasingly complex, nuanced, or indeed, “busy,” in response to the activity of projection. If projection does not “move naturally,” it can be seen as a process that is influenced by—as well as influences—the reality of the world. We can imagine the turns this process might take in a world that is “too much with us,” especially as we move in the ever harsher realities of climate change, environmental destruction, racism, genocide, rising right-wing nationalism, and fascism. In this sense, the “busy” world—a public sphere full of violent rhetoric, stories of destruction, and atrocity—overloads the mother’s capacity for reverie, for sensitivity, while the projecting baby also responds to, say, increasingly more hostile environmental conditions, with either increasingly complex or increasingly empty projections. These harsh realities imply physical violence, destruction, and deprivation, which threaten to overload the projective processes in a direct way because the projective processes are also tasked with managing an individual’s destructive urges and experiences of deprivation.

    The term that Monteiro associates with projection is “sensitivity”: “the sensitivity of projecting.” He writes, “[P]rojection is believed in this book to both be a vital and yet highly demanding task that may dramatically fail in several different ways and is indeed to actually very often miss its crucial psychical function” (53). In his discussion of projection and projective identification in A Beam of Intense Darkness, Grotstein explicates the necessarily “internal” aspect of the process. He writes, “Bion, while formulating the realistic communicative aspects, never considered projective identification as actually taking place in the object—only that the object was affected” (178). I read the “sensitivity” proposed by Monteiro in a similar vein. There is not solid ground for receiving these projections of unconscious phantasy. In part, a need or desire for this ground, and the certainty of knowing that “something” is there, seems to inform the appeal of trauma models. For the “affected object,” which Grotstein implies is the mother, pertains to the child as an object of projections as well. In Monteiro’s phrasing, we might wonder on whose shoulders projection falls as a “demanding task”—the mother who receives it or the child who produces it? As he sets it up, it seems constructed as a two-part process, in which the projections of the child are received and dreamt by the mother, and then the child dreams those qualities “into themselves.” If introjection is in turn identified with sensitivity, it reflects the tenuousness of a process that can feel like dreaming: the construction and dissolution of worlds in the dream equates to the experience of receiving and transmitting projectively.

    This emphasis on the power, autonomy, and the significance of the introjective moment contributes to a dis-aggregation of the roles of mother and therapist. Monteiro writes:

    The classical analyst is certainly not inclined to offer the analysand the concrete experience of a thinking mind in the room, nor the inspiring experience of uncertainty, nor the truth of his own feeling the need to convert his experiences into new dreams, nor his being uncertain about the meaning of being human strongly advising him to hold up conclusions, but the unhearing mother always being sure about the sea of enigmas and unknowns defeating her foetus’ and infant’s minds. (135)

    It is the “hearing” and “thinking” of the analyst that allows a therapeutic experience for the analysand. This dimension carries within it a recognition of a failed dreaming experience by “the unhearing mother.” There is a key difference between the mother’s and the therapist’s work: the therapist has to listen for this failed dreaming at the same time that they have to dream. They must have a concept (a thinking, a caring, an attending) that informs their dreaming, a concept that is sensitive to the projections and the capacity for introjection of the patient.

    In a chapter titled “What is Hearing?” Monteiro describes this particular capacity, citing Bion’s Cogitations: “Drugs are substitutes employed by those who cannot wait. The substitute is that which cannot satisfy without destroying the capacity for discrimination [of] the real from the false. Whatever is falsely employed as a substitute for real[,] is transformed thereby in[to] a poison for the mind” (qtd. in Monteiro 153; brackets are in the original text quoted from Bion, Cogitations 299). What is healing may therefore be considered as that which satisfies without destroying the capacity for discriminating real and false. It is not the distinction that the therapist tends to but a “capacity” for discrimination. Monteiro traces out this distinction in Meltzer’s work. Meltzer, who is the main interlocutor of the text and to whom the text pays tribute, theorized this “hearing” in terms of “internal characters,” which seem like an extension of the importance and sensitivity around projection. Monteiro writes:

    This shift from listeningto hearing in virtually every session, this shift from the person of the analyst to his own internal characters, and from the person of the analysand also to his internal characters so that the analyst would perhaps be at last prepared to meet the analysand’s meaning, may perhaps take quite a long time or even never happen. This crucial shift may also be formulated as the shift from psychotherapy to psychoanalysis. The former runs between persons—the patient and the analyst. The latter between internal characters. (157)

    We might understand this dimension as a further disarticulation of the analogous actions of mother and therapist. For mothers, I would guess, are at their very best only capable of “listening.” They are structurally prohibited—and I would imagine for good reason—from being able to “hear.” In this sense, the work of the therapist tends to something that “feels like” or is affectively experienced as the mother’s failure. Monteiro makes a much-needed contribution, with this emphasis, to a vision of the roles of mother and therapist as constantly differentiated rather than as analogous or as one and the same.

    Failures in Dreaming

    The second part of the book considers the work of the analytic session, situating the “mind” in the session. In this discussion, there is a vacillation between a more “positive” model of the work of analysis and an awareness of its potential failures, specifically the danger that the therapist might lose their “passion” by becoming caught up in the idea of “understanding.” Monteiro writes, “The measure of our illusion of understanding is given by the measure of our lack of passion” (203). The analyst must be able to “hear” the “music” of the failure of the mother, both “mother’s reverie, as well as of foetus’ and the infant’s failures in introjecting her qualities” (65). What the therapist does with this “hearing” and this “failure” leads Monteiro to discuss the limits of “understanding” and the concept of “knowledge.” For to understand the mind, “we must warp the awe-inspiring mystery of the human mind down into a mere object of knowledge, understanding and reason” (202). What compels the therapist toward understanding? One implication that can be drawn from Monteiro’s writing is that we do not knowthe difference between understandingand knowing, and that we gravitate toward understanding because we do not know we can wait for knowing. Understanding, in this sense, can be seen as a drug. It administers a dose of what Bion calls -K (anti-knowledge)—also known as a beta-blocker—which Bion claims, “could be more fruitfully, though more vaguely, described as column 2 categories, that is to say, psycho-analytical objects feared as liable to trigger off developments of a catastrophic nature, to initiate ‘catastrophic change’” (Bion, Two Papers 16). We might imagine that understanding functions to destroy a capacity “to discriminate between real and false,” which, for Monteiro, might amount to a failure of passion.

    This difference stands out to me in thinking about an idea of failure articulated succinctly and yet profoundly by Susan Sands in her review of Philip Bromberg’s Awakening the Dreamer, “Dissociation, the Analyst’s Vulnerability, and the Body.” She describes how in cases of a patient’s severe trauma, the therapist may subjectively experience an “actual, temporary, traumatization” that is also “intensely personal”; this may result in the “failure of the containing function of the analytic pair” (743). This failure of containing is to be differentiated from a failure to understand or a failure to empathize. The failure of containing comes from the presence or emergence of “knowledge” (K) into the analytic pair, knowledge that arrives in the therapist’s own mind. Monteiro discusses Bion’s statement about seeing Monet’s painting of a field of poppies: “If you walk into the Jeux de Paumes (sic) in Paris and see the painting itself, you think ‘I never saw a field of poppies until now; now I know what it looks like’—it is an emotional experience, not a report on one” (qtd. in Monteiro 209-10). Picking up the phrase, “now I know,” Monteiro writes,

    What exactly is it that he claims to know although he has no means to know what exactly he believes he knows? Can we ever put it into words? Hardly, I would believe. For we now seem to hurt ourselves against a few barriers which we can neither ignore nor dodge. The transformations that seem to have occurred in Bion’s psychical world while watching Monet’s painting prompting him to claim now I know is believed to essentially run beyond the edge of the unknown, the unknowable and the unthinkable. (211)

    As Monteiro notes, “we seem to hurt ourselves on these barriers.” Sands would add to this: we hurt ourselves on this“contact-barrier.” The therapist will feel it as her own, and she must have retained the capacity herself to discriminate real from false: her suffering from her failure. This moment of failure contains an experience of the therapist’s knowing, as if Sands were uttering here, “now I know.”

    It is this knowing that, like dreaming, is an unending process, interrupted by understanding as well as “nightmaring.” Monteiro stresses that “this is an unending process, except if this most extraordinary and mysterious creative process is severely hindered by pathology, that is, by any nightmaring processes” (213). “Psychoanalysis,” he elaborates, “is about passion and its failure, not about symptoms. The epitome of pathology is seen in this book to be what in us severely damages our sweeping drive to keep making life and the world glittering with ever new insight and meaning and destroy the capacity for endowing things with the shining experience of awe and mystery” (218). Pathology is not seen in the presence of symptoms but emerges in the termination of this K process, which is what Monteiro calls “nightmaring.” What comes into the scene to constrain, limit, and degrade this relation is a relation to knowledge (K) that puts an end to this unending process. Monteiro takes up O’Shaughnessy’s line, “each patient has a point beyond which he does not extend his K” to query whether and to what extent analysis works on “ending the analysand’s K-link” (qtd. in Monteiro 216; 218). We could consider this “ending” the failure that is threatened by the therapist’s own experience of traumatization, as Sands indicates. Monteiro in turn wonders: “When, in his own analysis, even in his own life has the analyst himself ended his own K-link?” (219).

    One of the contributions of Monteiro’s argument is this consistent turn to the work that the analyst needs to do in order to continue to dream, given that at every moment, its ending is present. We might consider these moments in which dreaming is interrupted as structural failures, or limits, or perhaps fault-lines, as failures of the contact-barrier. One of the places where this formulation turns up is in Monteiro’s discussion of dreaming. In the chapter “What Is a Dream?” he suggests that “what we are all used to call a dream is, to begin with, not a dream . . . a dream, in Freud’s sense, is, in Bion’s, an undreamed emotional experience, that is, an interrupted dream . . . in the eyes of Bion’s contact-barrier, dreams, in Freud’s sense, are of a failed dream” (72). In the later chapter, “What, Then, Is a Dream,” he again queries dreaming:

    In the light of Bion’s theory of dreams, therefore, a dream, in Freud’s sense, is, in Bion’s, a failure of the workings of some dreaming functions. In other, hopefully clearer terms, a dream, in Freud’s sense, is an interruption of the workings of the dreaming functions in converting some elements, whatever their nature, into new, hopefully more creative psychical elements. What exactly is the nature of this failure? Is this failure coming from the couch, the chair, or from both? If the failure comes primarily from the chair, it may stir, and even deepen, the one primarily coming from the couch. (134-35)

    In this passage, dreams are regarded as premature or substitutive processes. Perhaps like the process of substitution described above as the use of drugs, these “dreams” represent something that is still false (-K), something that is not “waited for,” something that is like a “poison for the mind.” Monteiro uses the term “nightmaring” to describe this “use” of dreams for something other than dreaming: the interruption of dreaming. He writes, “[T]he analysand’s dreams may be usefully seen as evidence that the analysand has nightmared some of his own dreaming processes” (137). This idea of nightmaring as a negative version of dreaming compels us to think about the nightmare in its etymological sense as well, as “oppressed sleep” (literally, “an evil female spirit afflicting men (or horses) in their sleep with a feeling of suffocation”), indicating this aspect of violence or destructiveness attributed to the external world, seeming to exist “outside” of a person’s head, or requiring this figure of “visitation” or “affliction” (“Nightmare”). Here we are at the contact-barrier, encountering it as a substantial or material entity rather than as a passage or continuous space of transition, and it is contact with this in a substantial way that makes this experience not just awe-inspiring but painful as well. In this way, the introjective processes that Monteiro describes are also seen to be interrupted. From a point of view that holds regard for the patient above all, this pain must be tended to as the edge of the unknowable, unknown, unthinkable—there it may yield the “shining experience of awe and mystery.” But contact with pain must also be made, and remade.

    While he suggests this dimension of pain or failure, Monteiro remains situated in an abstract and perhaps ideal conceptual world, in these final chapters more critical of the analyst’s “dull, discolored mind” (218) and absence of passion than curious about this dullness and how it might be understood. This seems to be a potential impasse in Monteiro’s otherwise capacious argument. We could compare his terms with those of Marion Milner, who draws attention to the ongoing nature of the creation of the mind in her detailed account of nearly two decades of working with a schizophrenic woman. In The Hands of the Living God, she writes,

    We could see how all the nailing-up, in those early pictures, could have partly expressed her dread of the fantasy of tearing out my eyes with her finger-nails, which would be like robbing me of my power to see, to understand her, robbing me of insight; a secret fantasy act which was liable to occur, as I saw it, in response to a special failure on my part; in fact, whenever I failed to manage our relationship well enough to enable her to feel that whatever understanding we achieved really came from her; or rather, from a kind of unity between us that made it not matter whether she said it or I said it. (455)

    Milner’s description of this “special failure” feels like one of the highest expressions of therapeutic work, expressing something that must actively work against the pathologizing process that amounts to nightmaring or suffering. Monteiro might see Milner’s “special failure” as one of “neglect and indifference.” Whether or not this type of nightmaring or failure is workable seems increasingly important in our present world, in which destructive social forces are poised to impinge upon the capacity to dream and the capacity for reverie.

    And while this kind of neglect or indifference might exist as a characterization of an analyst, as Monteiro seems to think, its more insidious forms are subtle and within us all, a part of nightmaring that arises in an instance where the creativity of one’s mind is missed. While Monteiro is not ignorant of this psychical dimension, he does not address some of the more difficult and debilitating aspects of this encounter between the patient’s nightmare and the analyst’s ability to dream. Reflecting on Bion’s phrasing of the “the felt need to convert the conscious rational experience into dream” (qtd. in Monteiro 143), Monteiro imagines the experience of an “unfelt need” (144):

    Perhaps the worst form that the unfelt need to dream conscious or rational experiences into psychical life may take is the frightening form of neglect and indifference. Who would ever be prepared to guess the damages inflicted upon one’s own internal life as well as upon so many others’ by responding with neglect and indifference to the wonder of creative thought, to the discovery of the inspiring experience of uncertainty, to the merits of living beyond the edge of the unknown, the unknowable and the unthinkable? How often such response to the world has emerged in the course of an analysis evading the analyst’s eye who may himself never have been touched by the experience of passion? How often has this unfelt need to dream conscious and rational material slipped away unnoticed throughout the many years of an analysis? How often have such clinically critical phenomenon [sic] travelled, unseen, throughout the many years of an analysis? (144) While this scenario may very well play itself out continuously in the therapeutic session, the kind of “attending” that I am imagining should have the therapist stopping at their own dreams, at their own interrupted moments, in which the contact-barrier, which seems otherwise perhaps barely perceptible, can be felt. That this can happen in ways that are personal, bodily, and might otherwise be dismissed by the therapist indicates for Monteiro a point of inflection where the therapist encounters their own pathology. Here the therapist has a challenging task, one that Monteiro regards critically in other therapists, denouncing their dullness and absence of passion. “One would expect analysts to attempt to closely read the evidence of the nightmaring processes at work in themselves,” he writes, since doing so would “lead them into the drama of neglect and indifference about the unending enigmas and marvels the human mind is teaming with” (220). How one is led into this “drama of neglect and indifference” matters, for the language of such nightmaring is at once off-putting, illogical, missing significant parts and repeating others, barely intelligible and also indelible, vivid, concrete. Monteiro notes that “Bion keeps warping language down into many pages that constantly defeat readability. He again and again walks us all along an odd, uncertain edge between intuition, evocation, perplexity and incomprehension. Words are often seen running out of his own grip, this seeming at times the realm he may feel closer to, even deeper into” (238). The same could be said of Monteiro’s writing. While I don’t experience Bion’s writing as a nightmare, my experience with Monteiro’s writing made it possible to grasp language as a nightmaring process. I write this not as a judgment of value but rather as a statement of fact. Perhaps every process of dreaming that is worth the name must also include not just the possibility of interruption—“look, a dream!”—but the more oppressive impossibility, or failure, of a nightmare. Do we stop dreaming when we encounter another person’s nightmare? Monteiro does not theorize this but allows the reader to experience it firsthand, and that is the feat of this book.

    While this scenario may very well play itself out continuously in the therapeutic session, the kind of “attending” that I am imagining should have the therapist stopping at their own dreams, at their own interrupted moments, in which the contact-barrier, which seems otherwise perhaps barely perceptible, can be felt. That this can happen in ways that are personal, bodily, and might otherwise be dismissed by the therapist indicates for Monteiro a point of inflection where the therapist encounters their own pathology. Here the therapist has a challenging task, one that Monteiro regards critically in other therapists, denouncing their dullness and absence of passion. “One would expect analysts to attempt to closely read the evidence of the nightmaring processes at work in themselves,” he writes, since doing so would “lead them into the drama of neglect and indifference about the unending enigmas and marvels the human mind is teaming with” (220). How one is led into this “drama of neglect and indifference” matters, for the language of such nightmaring is at once off-putting, illogical, missing significant parts and repeating others, barely intelligible and also indelible, vivid, concrete. Monteiro notes that “Bion keeps warping language down into many pages that constantly defeat readability. He again and again walks us all along an odd, uncertain edge between intuition, evocation, perplexity and incomprehension. Words are often seen running out of his own grip, this seeming at times the realm he may feel closer to, even deeper into” (238). The same could be said of Monteiro’s writing. While I don’t experience Bion’s writing as a nightmare, my experience with Monteiro’s writing made it possible to grasp language as a nightmaring process. I write this not as a judgment of value but rather as a statement of fact. Perhaps every process of dreaming that is worth the name must also include not just the possibility of interruption—“look, a dream!”—but the more oppressive impossibility, or failure, of a nightmare. Do we stop dreaming when we encounter another person’s nightmare? Monteiro does not theorize this but allows the reader to experience it firsthand, and that is the feat of this book.

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  • The Deep Futures of Subaltern Studies

    Introduction by Ashwin Bajaj and Gayatri Mehra
    Reviews by Vinay Lal, Adriana Michele Campos Johnson, and Richard Pithouse

    Three reviews of Milinda, and Jelle J. P. Wouters. Subaltern Studies 2.0: Being Against the Capitalocene Banerjee. Prickly Paradigm Press, 2022.

    Introduction
    Gayatri Mehra and Ashwin Bajaj
    University of California, Irvine

    The following contributions comprising an extended review of Milinda Banerjee and Jelle Wouters’s Subaltern Studies 2.0 emerge out of a symposium on “Globalization or Global Apartheid” held at University of California, Irvine, which culminated in a roundtable discussion of the book by contributors Adriana Johnson, Vinay Lal, and Richard Pithouse. The symposium sought to raise problems of methodology, engage questions pertaining to disciplinary specificity, and debate the necessity and limitations of conceptual and theoretical translation across regions. In addition to advancing those discussions, Banerjee and Wouters’s anti-disciplinary text—drawing on Marxism, Western and non-Western philosophy, Subaltern School, poststructural theory, historicism, ecology, and anthropology, among others—also prompted the symposium to consider the proverbial question, “What is to be done?” Different approaches to the book—showcasing its broad disciplinary and theoretical range—are reproduced in the three reviews, which are grounded (though by no means exclusively) in questions of history and historical vision (Lal), problems of translatability, negativity, and legibility (Johnson), and the question of political relevance (Pithouse).

    As the title suggests, Banerjee and Wouters invoke the original Subaltern School as a starting point of their own endeavor. Yet, the project inaugurated by Ranajit Guha—who passed away only days before the symposium was held—in the early 1980s is implicitly deemed to not have been radical enough. According to the book, the “fall” of Subaltern Studies must be plotted onto the triumph of neoliberalism which definitively proved that the “subaltern” hailed by the earlier project could not resist the onslaught of state and capital (33). The shrinking faith in the transformative potential of the subaltern led to the gradual subsumption of Subaltern Studies into cultural studies (33). Inevitably, as signaled in the work of Dipesh Chakrabarty, Andrew Sartori, Vivek Chibber, and the later writings of Partha Chatterjee, the political merit of the figure of the subaltern is revised and it ceases to be held up as a potentially radical “Other” (33-34). In their broader critique of contemporary knowledge production, Banerjee and Wouters go so far as to suggest that the felicitous collaboration between historians and anthropologists that had impelled the project of Subaltern Studies has now given way to “anthropological knowledge [that] has become darkened by despondency, dystopian, and extinction theories,” whereas history has relegated “decolonization as a phenomenon of the past, [and] not as an ongoing struggle” (35). In the face of such defeatism, in which scholars from the “neoliberal academia” have been reduced to merely “describ[ing] the world” or “lament[ing]” it cannot be transformed, the authors want to revitalize knowledge and politics via “the dethroning of Anthropos as earth-monarch, solitary species-sovereign” (37). The authors aver: “Nonhuman beings shall inspire us to transhuman ourselves. We must stream into other beings, share intelligence, be-in-common” (37). Hence, their concerns lie not in solely addressing whether the subaltern can speak or considering the ramifications of the historical erasure of subaltern struggles, but in accentuating the ontological category they propose should supplant the earlier varieties of the subaltern. If one is to follow the logic deployed by Banerjee and Wouters to its end, one may infer that even in producing alternative trajectories of historical change and consciousness, the original project of Subaltern Studies too unwittingly glosses over political possibilities engendered by other subject positions. Focalizing standpoints such as the peasantry, “lower castes,” and tribal communities ends up ignoring the potency of non-human ontological complexes, such as the version of “multispecies” being or “multibeing communities” that Banerjee and Wouters celebrate. In spite of its radical and inclusive intent, by confining itself to the realm of “human communities,” the earlier project inadvertently elides “the interdependence between human and nonhuman” (5)—which Banerjee and Wouters attempt to correct. Thus, while the authors think the original project’s emphasis on “community” offers the “best chance to resist state and capital” (4), their own project departs from Subaltern Studies 1.0—including in how they conceptualize community—in significant ways.

    That we are now in a vastly different political moment from the former project’s is clear. This may be gauged by the scant attention devoted to the “nation,” especially given its place in the imaginary of the decolonizing world and the influential critiques offered by the Subaltern School of this collective category. While Banerjee and Wouters reiterate the prerogative to negate “capital” and “state” in any number of pages of their provocative pamphlet, the third leg of the trifecta of capital-state-nation is conspicuously missing. In this respect, the authors fuse nation with state (“nation-state”) as if to suggest that any distinct consideration is otiose in light of global politics today. However, the communitarian dimension of the “nation”—in either of its progressive or regressive avatars—cannot simply be understood as conjoined to the power mechanisms of the “state apparatus.” The omission is especially puzzling because any fruition of the kinds of macrocosmic alliances and communities (“communities in solidarity”) that the authors advance would need to contend for the very space that the nation currently occupies in the collective imaginary.

    We end by returning to the theme of the symposium: “Globalization or Global Apartheid.” In our view, contrasting the homogenizing impulse of globalization with global apartheid cottons to a newer problem than those underlined by discourses either of difference or of uneven development. The emphasis placed on global apartheid suggests that classic formulations about the “identity of identity and difference” need to be reconsidered once the homogenizing imperative of capitalist globalization has itself begun to produce large enclaves, akin to fully marginalised spaces of absolute difference. The authors appear to repurpose considerations of communitarian, regional, and national difference—staples of Subaltern and Postcolonial Studies—for the terrain of ontological difference between the human and the non-human. To that end, one can read their assertion of a continuum of being (“the Being that pervades us all”) as bolstering the increasingly common interest in philosophical monism, which rejects older dualisms that had drawn an ontological distinction—however tentative—between nature and the freak of nature capable of modifying its surroundings to meet its own ends, i.e., the (hu)man. The contemporary political climate marked by a vacuum on the Left, right-wing ascendency in parliamentary institutions across the world, and growing immiseration and ecological catastrophe, demands brave intellectual experiments and newer political imaginaries. Whether the book’s turn to extra-human agency intimates such endeavors or capitulates to a newer form of political quietude is the point of torsion: readers must draw their own conclusions.

    Capitalocene, Anthropocene, or Just Obscene: A Few Stray Thoughts on Subaltern Studies 2.0
    Vinay Lal

    It is now more than a decade since the twelfth and final volume of Subaltern Studies was published. Who is to say whether the collective, having thought that its work had been accomplished, or perhaps suffering from the inertia that over time afflicts most intellectual enterprises, disbanded or went into a hibernation from which it never emerged? A few short observations on the collective might be in order—all by means of furnishing something of a background to the present initiative, Subaltern Studies 2.0, and attempting to understand how its authors locate themselves vis-à-vis their predecessors. When volume one of Subaltern Studies appeared in 1982 from Oxford University Press, it came not merely as a whiff of fresh air, but as a jolt. It came as a jolt not only because of its intellectual promise but also because it dared to dethrone nationalist discourse as fundamentally aligned to colonial discourse, characterizing both as complicit in the writing of a history which did not deign to recognize the autonomy of the subaltern and only conceded the absolute sovereignty of the principle of the nation-state. Today, that far-reaching critique of nationalist discourse may not seem altogether novel, and some might question why it had been so long in the coming. The dream of independence had long soured: thirty years after that “tryst with destiny,” to invoke the phrase made memorable by Jawaharlal Nehru at the stroke of the midnight hour when India became free, a significant portion of the population remained mired in deep poverty, unemployment was rife, the project of secularism was beginning to show wide cracks, and India was barely present on the international stage. To cap it all, an internal emergency was imposed between mid-1975 and early 1977, and India had finally joined the ranks of the countries in the global South that had decolonized and gone the way of authoritarianism, military dictatorship, or intense civil strife. Mohandas Gandhi’s assassin and his many supporters among the elite had already declared the Mahatma obsolete just months into independence, but the specter of Gandhi lingered on—not least because, once in a while, Nehru was there to remind everyone that India’s struggle for freedom, for all the critique of it, had been inspired at least in part by a different moral vision. Now, in the mid-1970s, the traces that remained of Gandhi and Nehru were slowly disappearing when they were not being eviscerated, and the clarion call for intellectual autonomy to which Gandhi and Nehru remained committed, each in their own fashion, was similarly destined for cold storage.

    Thus, when Subaltern Studies did arrive, it was least expected. A mere three to four years into the project, a leading American scholar of Indian studies could declare, apropos of the work of the collective and the programmatic statement by Ranajit Guha with which volume one commenced (Guha), that “Indians are, perhaps for the first time since colonization, showing sustained signs of reappropriating the capacity to represent themselves” (Inden, “Orientalist” 445). The sheer audacity and apparent condescension—and that from a scholar whose own work on decolonizing the colonial framework of knowledge has been of signal importance (Inden, Imagining)—of the author are breathtaking, not least because of the long span of time—“since colonization”—that is invoked, but the remark is instructive if only because it suggests just how important Subaltern Studies would become, though ironically more in the Western academy than in Indian universities, in suggesting that Indians were now likely to become at least minor players in the global political economy of knowledge production.

                Subaltern Studies 2.0—for the present, it exists as a volume, even if the idea of a long-term project is perhaps incipient in itsuggests that the subaltern studies project has been reincarnated. (It is, I suppose, unavoidable that in writing or thinking of India, the idea of reincarnation is going to rear its head.) The Subaltern Studies Collective, in its inception and through the early years, until at least into the early 1990s, carried the impress of Ranajit Guha’s style of thought. One must, nevertheless, not fall into the error of thinking that the collective always spoke in one voice: though Guha served as mentor to the group, its members would soon establish themselves as eminent scholars in their own right. Some, such as Sumit Sarkar and Partha Chatterjee, were already scholars of repute. Sarkar’s The Swadeshi Movement in Bengal, 1903-1908 was a landmark book in Indian history and had been published in 1973, while Partha Chatterjee had signaled his arrival on the Indian academic scene with works both in political theory and on the agrarian structure in Bengal. It is unnecessary to recount at this time the history of the collective, and more particularly the declared and undeclared fissures with which it would be afflicted. But suffice to say that the “authors” of Subaltern Studies 2.0, Milinda Banerjee and Jelle J. P. Wouters, are not entirely unmindful of the legacy bequeathed by Guha and company. There is deference towards Guha and perhaps Chatterjee, less so towards others. They write with approbation of Chatterjee whose work from the outset correctly “counterposed subaltern community against elite capital,” and they describe the subtext of his work, The Nation and Its Fragments (1993), as clear: “community was not just the anterior of capital and the state but the future beyond them” (29-30). It is in this fundamental respect that they find the (especially later) work of Dipesh Chakrabarty wanting: though in Provincializing Europe (2000) he holds on to the view that the universal history of capital (which Chakrabarty designates as History 1) could not subsume the community life of workers (including those who, through their tools and the relations of production they had entered into, were themselves caught in the swirl of capital), what Chakrabarty designates as History 2 (Provincializing 47-71), in The Climate of History (2021) he appears to have become incapable of envisioning “community life” as such. For Banerjee and Wouters, we are not merely still eminently living in an age of Capital: the labor of all, humans and nonhumans alike, is a commodity and “we are the bondsmen of King Capital” (26); but, still, History 2 prevails in its own way and has shown that it cannot be subsumed by History 1. From Chakrabarty’s standpoint, his own distinction between History 1 and History 2 does not reflect the fact, which had escaped him when he wrote Provincializing Europe, that humans are now, for the first time in history, geological and not just biological beings. Perhaps the distinction between History 1 and History 2 still serves a purpose, since in the here and now we must still wrestle with the oppressiveness of Capital, but the geological scales of time have put into question the usefulness of the scales of historical time that are the bread and butter of the historian’s work. Banerjee and Wouters will have none of this hierarchy of the Anthropocene over the Capitalocene: global warming and the scorching heat of capitalism feed into each other, militate against Being, and oppress humans and nonhumans equally.

                In what respects does Subaltern Studies 2.0 merely provide an answer to the query that was always lingering in the air, “what next after subaltern studies?,” and to what extent does it both partake in its predecessor and forge new paths of inquiry?  Both are questions to which I will only advert in passing rather than addressing them frontally. But let me state at the outset that nothing I will have to say by way of a critique of Subaltern Studies 2.0 mitigates my appreciation of the moral daring and the intellectual risk-taking that Banerjee and Wouters bring to their task. We should perhaps use the word “author” advisedly, taking our cues from those to whom the book is credited: as they note, “in the history of humanity, the author is a recent invention,” a process akin to the “usurpation of community by private ownership” (1). One of the book’s many virtues is its mellifluous blend of prose, poetry, and polemics: as they take inspiration from philosophers and singing minstrels across centuries and equally across expanses of land transgressing nation-state boundaries, the authors proclaim themselves “less as author-owners of words / And more as bards singing about a war” (3). Still, I wonder if the gesture on their part to eschew the author’s authority, to celebrate the principle of collective authorship, is not somewhat rhetorical: every human has a name, albeit a name that perforce is not of their own choosing, but animals exist as species-being and are not individuated through names, except of course when they are our pets, or have in some other fashion been domesticated, as when the zookeeper gives a lion, a panda, an elephant, or a chimpanzee a name. 

                That Banerjee and Wouters think of themselves as “singing about a war” tells us that they would readily differentiate themselves from scholars placed in war studies departments, the retired generals with comfortable sinecures at universities, the mandarins who stalk the corridors of military department offices, and the myriad others involved in the gargantuan military-industrial complex. When I think of the mostly dreary work that generally passes for “research,” or of yet another book reeking of some procrustean conception of “identity,” this book jumps at me as something out of the ordinary. The authors know very well that they will likely be mocked for speaking of fungi and fungal democracy, yak studies and “multispecies demos.” It is not only the likes of politicians such as the present governors of Texas and Florida who, merely at the mention of “fungal democracy” (122) or a “yak polity” (152) where “yaks shall vanguard the overthrow of state borders” (153), will throw a fit and announce the authors as specimens of a “woke culture” gone mad, but even readers of a liberal or left disposition who, one can readily imagine, will sigh and pronounce the authors to be hopelessly enmeshed in a worldview that romanticizes the pre-modern past and is either naïve or indifferent to the complicated histories of the human-animal nexus. It is all well and good to suggest the continuum between humans and animals, to critique the anthropocentric telos that has allowed for the unquestioning dominion of humans over the lesser species—indeed, to construe them, in the first instance, as “lesser” species since their speech is incomprehensible to us and they lack the vast range of human emotions and expressions—and even to celebrate those pasts that permit a more capacious reading of a time when animal democracy was not unknown and the notion of a multispecies Being could be more easily countenanced. But what of those histories, if anything more pervasive, which enabled the brute animalization of black, colored, indigenous, and colonized people? Have Banerjee and Wouters faced up to the corrosive rather heinous implications of the innumerable instances of dehumanization of people placed at the lower end of racial, ethnic, and sexual hierarchies?

                With all that said, I like very much the energy, exuberance, and ecumenism that “the authors” of this manifesto bring to their task. The commentators who share in the collective enterprise register their own appreciation and sometimes dissent from the views of the authors. Gayatri Spivak, while applauding the efforts of the two principal writers, expresses her unease, to take stock of one of her minor criticisms, at the South Asia-centric focus of the book and of the texts from that cultural milieu that make their way into the book; she is in some respects right, but nevertheless there is an ecumenical spirit that informs this book. This brings me back to the question that has been lurking in the interstices of my remarks: What is the book trying to do? Banerjee and Wouters construe as the heart of their enterprise one of Marx’s better-known aphorisms, in The Eighteenth Brumaire: “The philosophers have hitherto only interpreted the world in various ways; the point, however, is to change it.” They take to task the two disciplines with which they are most closely associated, history and anthropology, and their practitioners are indicted for at some point being the “high priests of imperialism” and abdicating their public responsibility (36-38). But this is much too easy. If they were working only within the realm of the human, then we might say that they deploy the metaphor of the future—imagined utopias, conceptions of cultural possibilities, social critiques of things to come—to redefine the present. But the Anthropocene is upon us: is it enough to affirm a social ethics and envision a more humane society in a world dominated by narrow and often reprehensible ideologies, and seek different grounds than those furnished by the experience of the last 250 years that had the calculated effect of flattening the world and diminishing the possibility of diverse and more ecumenical futures? The authors feel emboldened to enter into a critique of the course of human history, from around the time of the banishment of nonhumans from Being to the time when they began to divide from each other, and from there to the silencing of women and to the subjugation of all community speech—and to this extent they go much further than those who have been riveted on the Enlightenment and the limited ideas of “reason,” “progress,” and “development” that were first given shape in Europe before they were adopted in the rest of the world (48-50). The task at hand then becomes easier: How shall we reimagine Being in the era of the Necrocene, in an age when species are dying out and planetary life is at stake?

                While I applaud the authors for their learning, exuberance, and broad-mindedness, I also have some reservations and criticisms of specific points. My reservations generally are not those that I anticipate will be held by others, since I think it is all too lazy to dismiss this book as an explosion of half-baked ideas or as a naïve if not silly invocation of the alleged multispecies enactments of democratic practice. As I have already suggested, it is, in part, the book’s playfulness that I find rather endearing—a playfulness that allows the writers to roam around, taking in whatever they find useful or inspiring from across cultures, and transgressing the often-tiresome and frequently pretentious protocols of scholarship. But playfulness and risk-taking also have some relationship to the democratic sensibility, and the reader who is familiar with The Climate of History in a Planetary Age, one of the more influential works of humanistic inquiry about climate change, will at once perceive the sharp contrast between the two books. Chakrabarty is unequivocally clear that he is willing to accept the authority of the scientists, among whom there is, as he rightly submits, a near consensus that global warming is now upon us and that we are living in an age where humans are for the first time in history geological rather than just biological agents. He notes that some scholars in the social sciences, who are by no means climate deniers, are uneasy about the power and authority that scientists are able to claim for themselves “in defining the Anthropocene.” These social scientists, who “oppose handing full powers to the experts and losing the specific resources that every community has,” have raised the specter of “a geo-government by scientists”; and though Chakrabarty describes such a concern as “legitimate,” his response effectively is to sweep it under the rug (175). Banerjee and Wouters, in contrast, seem deeply committed not only to democratic outcomes but to the true sense of the demos as a polity that allows for a radical devolution of power. There is little recognition in Chakrabarty of the myriad ways in which experts, while purporting to act in the name of science and rationality, have undermined democracy.

                What, then, are some of my own reservations? First, the authors seem incapable at times of moving beyond rights-talk. In discussing recent developments that have led to personhood being conferred on nonhumans, they advert to an act of parliament in New Zealand, and a decision by the Supreme Court of Colombia, conferring the “rights” of personhood on the Whanganui River and the Colombian Amazon (107).  The High Court of Uttarakhand, a state in northern India, passed a similar decision some years ago, declaring that the Ganga and Yamuna rivers each has “the status of a legal person with all corresponding rights, duties and liabilities of a living person”; however, as supposed “minors,” the rivers were, the court affirmed, in need of guardians who would stand in loco parentis (High Court). It is another matter, one which I will not take up here, that the modern rights discourse has been framed with nearly supreme indifference to the conception of duties with which it was indelibly linked until comparatively recent times: it will not do to submit that the court decision places duties in apposition to rights, because this gesture appears to be dictated by legal protocol rather than by any appreciation of what is signified by a discourse of duties. The more germane consideration is that we live in an ever-expanding world of rights: to the liberal conception of the rights of freedom of speech, expression, religious worship, and mobility have been added our purported rights to housing, clothing, clean air, water and soil, minimum income, banking, ad infinitum. The greater the number of rights, the greater the role of the state: though the authors are vigorous critics of the state and its violent behavior, and advocate for the dissolution of the nation-state, there is little thought given to the fact that rights are generally conferred by the state. That has always been the dilemma for human rights activists, one that they have been slow to face up to: though rights are demanded of the state, the state is almost always the most egregious violator of rights. As Gayatri Spivak puts it cryptically in her exhortation, which she calls “The Next Steps,” “[t]he state is both medicine and poison” (165). I’m only gesturing here at a longer history that the writers would have to contend with: the very document that inaugurates the modern regime of rights, sounding a clarion call to overthrow the old order, “Of the Rights of Man and Citizen,” is itself a charter document for the suppression of nonhuman species. And I leave aside another related consideration: the activists in India who have called for legal status to be conferred on rivers, mountains, or trees conflate the juridical notion of personhood and the rights that are attendant upon persons with the sovereign nature of deities as understood in Hinduism.

                Secondly, the authors do not always understand or follow the implications of their own findings. Their discussion of the Nagas is a case in point. In the interest of brevity, I will discard the criticism that their invocation of the Nagas overlooks the violence committed by the Nagas and the patriarchy endemic to the community. Banerjee and Wouters admit that women were excluded from the Naga assembly, and their own discussion of headhunting among the Nagas should disabuse anyone of the notion that violence was foreign to the Nagas. Nevertheless, they suggest that something is to be learned from an intensive study of Naga headhunting: “Unlike state warfare, Naga headhunting remained local in scale. . . . Headhunting quite literally kept the Nagas politically acephalous” (19-20). This is a crucial point: there is no romanticism here, only the awareness that the Nagas engaged in headhunting for a purpose, not for sport, and placed limits to the exercise of their power. The colonial state in British India abolished headhunting, all in the name of “civilizing” the “savages,” but they “consolidated their rule through the violent sacrifice of many more Naga lives than had been required by the nonstate economy of soul force” (20). As an aside, I might add that, under the British dispensation, the abolition of sati, the immolation of widows, was to the plains what the abolition of headhunting was to the hills: varieties of the colonial discourse on cannibalism, one might say.

                So far so good. Banerjee and Wouters have established that one cannot speak of a Naga state, and thus one cannot speak of linguistic unity or comparatively centralized forms of communication: as they elaborate, in the Naga world, “language varied from village to village, and often across khels (wards) within the same village. There was no uniform grammar, script, epic, or song that would transcend village frontiers and connect multiple localities” (18). In this observation lie the seeds of a more radical argument that they, and everyone else, might wish to disavow but which, from my standpoint, must be pursued vigorously if one is to seek the grounds for a more just world. Just how did these villages communicate with each other? Or did they communicate at all? They seem to have done well enough without a common or uniform grammar, epic, and so on: here is the very antithesis of the modern nation-state, which cannot be wrought except through force and bloodshed, except through forcible homogenization typified by the flag, the national anthem, the school system, and much else. Even more pointedly, pluralism thrives when there is less of the so-called dialogue or exchange that has characterized the modern world: in the present conditions of gross inequality, massive disequilibrium of power, and a wholly skewed political economy of knowledge production that has rendered the universities in the United States and the West the paragons of knowledge, we should strive for less rather than more dialogue and exchange. This pervasive idea of more dialogue across cultures and nations is one of the supreme and nearly unquestioned liberal shibboleths. All such dialogue is an invitation to smaller communities to surrender the little autonomy that they have.

                Thirdly, speaking as a historian, some of Banerjee and Wouters’s judgments on the Indian past are questionable. For example: “Agrarian Indian militancy, embodied in fierce and continuous rebellions from the late eighteenth to the mid-twentieth century,” they write, “has been the single biggest factor responsible for the collapse of the Raj” (28). There is but one word for such a claim: preposterous. This is what comes of reading Ranajit Guha’s Elementary Aspects of Peasant Insurgency in Colonial India uncritically, though the initiator of the Subaltern Studies Collective was himself a little too giddy in thinking of the revolts of subaltern classes. Guha’s book is doubtless a magisterial work of history, but one might be forgiven for thinking that all subalterns do is revolt, when in fact the preponderant portion of their lives was spent in toiling on the soil, sleeping, eating, and carrying out those mundane chores that take up much of our lives. There is, of course, a history of mass movements that we need to be aware of, but what surprises is just how little agrarian militancy there was in colonial India. As one savant put it, the question is not why men revolt, but rather why they do not revolt.

                Banerjee and Wouters take such liberties often. We are assured, and they offer this remark as a parenthetical aside, perhaps in the hope that it will elicit little attention, that there “would be no Gandhi or Tagore without the forgotten Dalit-Bahujan-Adivasi villagers of India, whose consciousness—about nonviolence towards beings, about the commonness of the divine—they publicized” (119). I will largely ignore, though it is not without grave problems, the ease with which they, much like many modern commentators, think of the Dalit-Bahujan-Adivasi as a complex: there are acute internal differences, and of course subalternity is a relational concept, particularly in India where, no matter how far down one is on the ladder, one is adept at finding someone who is still lower. Moreover, in colonial India, the Dalits and Bahujans (neither term was very much in use then) were treated as part of the “caste” complex, whereas the Adivasis were dealt with differently, and I should say more brutally, as part of the “tribal” complex towards which the British had a purely extractive relationship. My objection here is to their claims about just exactly what it is that both Tagore and Gandhi imbibed with regard to the notion of ahimsa from their respectively long associations with Indian villagers. It is true, and I have often written on this, that Tagore entertained capacious ideas about the Indian villagers’ adherence to the idea of dharma, an idea that, in his thinking, made it possible for villagers to be uncommonly hospitable to the other.[1] We may also concur with the notion that Gandhi harbored, to use an expression once shared with me by the late Sunderlal Bahuguna, that “Bharat ki atma gaon mein hain’” (“The soul of India resides in its villages”). But both Tagore and Gandhi had a far more complex relationship with Indian villagers than is suggested by our authors. Indeed, contrary to the common dismissal of Gandhi as someone who rather foolishly sought to “take back” India to the villages, he unhesitatingly described the Indian village, which he knew better than any of his contemporaries on the national stage, as a “dung heap.” The nonviolence of the weak, moreover, is no nonviolence—this is a cardinal concept of Gandhi’s worldview.

                Further, Banerjee and Wouters’s discussion of being rooted and rootlessness is unsatisfactory in the extreme (120-21). The critique is carried out in a section that tellingly bears the title, “Enough of ‘Postmodern’ Suspicion of Being” (54-56), though their articulation of what it means to be either “rooted” or “rootless” is inked everywhere in the book. One sees here the common Marxist suspicion of postmodernism as corrosively anti-foundational: among Indian Marxist scholars, Sumit Sarkar, who signaled his departure from the Subaltern Studies Collective with a polemic against the Saidian framework, and Achin Vanaik readily come to mind as critics who had had “enough” of postmodernism and a culture of “rejection.” Many others, including Lyotard and Derrida, are but cannon fodder for our authors, but they reserve their greatest ire for Deleuze and Guattari for their “glib championing of the rhizomatic society against the rooted one” (56). One could say that this leads them to an excess—well, another idea deriving from the diseased postmodern condition—for how else is one to understand the claim that “settler colonialism of the American frontier” is being “celebrated” as a “model of the rhizomatic society” against the rootedness of Native Americans, Maori peoples, Indigenous Hawaiians, Adivasi and Dalit communities, Kashmiris, Palestinians, Kurds, Uyghurs, Nagas, and Tibetans” (56). What follows is altogether predictable: “The celebration of the rhizome is an apologia for the rootlessness of capital.” The purported rootlessness of capital is the very condition of its rootedness in every ideology that opposes capital: the poor are but those who either do not have the capacity, or have not yet learnt, to be good consumers. But that is perhaps too wicked an argument—besides being one that celebrates the onward march of capital against Being. There is merit in their argument that the experience of European history too often serves as the template for the work that has emanated from European theorists, but the authors would need a more sustained critique than is on offer of the politics of knowledge systems to carry the day. But I am animated by another thought: what the authors describe as the opposition of the rooted to the rootless, which they mistakenly attribute only to the experience of “post-Holocaust, postwar Europe,” can be more fruitfully thought of as the opposition of the moved to the unmoved. More people are displaced today than at any point in the past; the condition of being on the move is preeminently the modern condition. By a curious twist of fate, or perhaps not, the moved remain unmoved by the sufferings of others; and it is the moved who are called to bear the sufferings of the unmoved upon their shoulders.

                Lastly, it is surely a matter of some concern how some of the ideas voiced by Banerjee and Wouters effortlessly feed into and conform to militant Hindu nationalist ideology. It seems wholly unreasonable, given the tenor of their work, to suppose that they have any brief on behalf of Hindu ideologues. Nevertheless, their oft-repeated pronouncement about the pre-colonial indigenous roots of democracy must be, if the cliché may be excused, music to the ears of Hindu nationalists. Prime Minister Narendra Modi has on more than one occasion pronounced with great pomposity that Bharat “is the mother of all democracies” and thus Vishwaguru, “Guru to the World,” and the Indian middle class and the country’s gargantuan army of trolls who have embraced Modi as a modern-day Vishwaguru leviathan are wholly convinced that India has nothing to learn from any other country. Not, perhaps, coincidentally, al-Biruni had quite the same impression a thousand years ago when he wrote of the Hindus that “according to their belief, there is no other country on earth but theirs, no other race of man but theirs, and no created beings besides them have any knowledge or science whatsoever” (Sachau 6). One would have hoped for some self-reflexivity on the part of Banerjee and Wouters, or, to deploy a key idea of Indian philosophical reasoning, some demonstration of their intent to adhere to the purvapaksa. The fact that their assessment is not partial to India may give them some reprieve: the “acephalous polities in Aboriginal Australia and the Indigenous Americas,” alongside “ancient Indian gana polities and Greek city-states,” not to mention scores of Dalit-Bahujan and Adivasis communities, are all equally summoned as instances of “participatory democracy” (60-61). This flattening is characteristic of some of Banerjee and Wouters’s scholarship: what relationship the development of democracy in the Greek world had to the presence of a large number of helots aside, there is ample evidence to suggest that pre-modern democratic polities, if one wants to call them such, could at the same time be deeply hierarchical. That should not surprise us in the least, not if the modern democracies on witness offer any insight into this matter.

                In closing, let me first return briefly to their discussion of the Naga worldview. As I have pointed out, I do not agree with the criticism that has been voiced of their understanding of Naga society, and it is possible to share the sentiment they have expressed in speaking of the “Naga grammar of assembly and agreement making that can provide us a pathway to overcome state and capital” (68). And it is also true they sometimes moderate their enthusiasm, as in their acknowledgment that the Naga world “contains a majestic grammar of democracy that can transform our world, if the flaws can be overcome” (73). That they have the temerity to invoke the examples of Naga, Bhutanese, or Mizoram societies as praxis-generating entities is what makes their intervention so laudable and an advance, not merely an incremental one, on the project known as Subaltern Studies. The global South is not merely a field to be mined by the mind of the West. The South can generate theory, it can generate transformative practices that long preceded what in the academy is fetishized as theory– practices of community, practices that allowed for animal democracy and fungal democracy, for the coexistence of human and non-human species, and so on. Some, in thinking of this present juncture, would like to speak of the Capitalocene; others are struck by the Necrocene; and still others are now gravitating towards the Anthropocene. Meanwhile, the world is hurtling forward, in all domains of life, towards the Obscene. We are all increasingly engulfed by the obscenities that mark the modern: the dehumanization of countless lives, and that too after several hundred years in the aftermath of what is called the Enlightenment; the ravenous, famine-inducing appetite for riches; the immeasurable and still growing gap between the haves and the have-nots; the loss of tens of thousands of nonhuman species; the merciless assault on the notion of the commons; the utter debasement of language; and what not. The “Age of Enlightenment” as the now old-fashioned historians put it had a love for the encyclopedia. Our present-day scholars and savants should now put together an encyclopedia of the Obscene. It is to of the credit of the authors that they are, to borrow a thought from Marx and expropriate the expropriators, perhaps the unwitting agents in making us think of the Age of the Obscene.

    Reflections on Subaltern Studies 2.0
    Adriana Michele Campos Johnson

    The first words of Subaltern Studies 2.0: Being Against the Capitalocene (2022) are “Who Speaks?” Speech speaks in community and in assembly, is the answer. Subaltern Studies 2.0 is such assembly, a gathering of words that will include Naga elders, Bhutanese herders and yaks, Greek and Roman seers, Indian poets, cranes, and fungi (1-2). Milinda Banerjee and Jelle Wouters offer in this way a rejoinder to Spivak’s famed “Can the Subaltern Speak?” and a clue to their very different starting point. In the place of the vernacular insurgencies of communities in India that figured as the starting point for the theoretical reflection of the original subaltern studies project, this volume calls for heterogeneous social coalitions between the human and nonhuman in order to “overcome state and capital and revitalize being” (3). This project is said to be a new anticolonial struggle, an effort to complete what has only been a partial decolonization thus far, and it proceeds from the assumption that alternatives already exist, have always existed, in revolutionary communities as well as in other species. It is a matter of recognizing and hearing that which might otherwise register as noise. The book moves first through an inventory of what needs to be undone­—to understand the failures of certain knowledge formations such as history, anthropology, and Marxism, to dismantle the modern sovereign state form, to overthrow capital, to reverse the exile that has relegated nonhuman beings to unbeing, to counter abstraction, hierarchy and inequality—and then shifts into alternate ways of imagining being, community, connection and politics that already exist in subaltern actors (like the Naga), animals, plant and fungal life.

    The difference in genre, the 2.0 that signals a reboot, the different relation to language and to words, might be said to change everything. Subaltern Studies 2.0 calls itself a pamphlet. It lays claim to a minor genre, one that circulates in a public sphere and intends to mobilize political affects. Indeed, the text is as clear-sighted as the original Subaltern Studies historians on the provincialism of genre, the way reality has been cramped into certain formal rules of recognition and plausibility. Under capitalism, it says, “The Jakata is regarded as fable, Virgil reduced to a work of literature. Species reality becomes myth” (106). To some extent the book strives to reverse this: to transform what seems fable, literature, myth into realism, into what may be possible. The deliberate torsion of words, the creative re-use of language in what is both a poetic and political project is one the more generative aspects of the text and produces some startling connections: “Human woman clean bovine women with water, anoint their horns with oil” (141); “Plantation agriculture is multispecies slavery” (142); “Animism is rooted nomadism” (147); “A supermarket is a morgue” (106). As evident here, the fundamental speech act in the book is a declarative mode. It affirms, commands, acclaims, conjures. Like a manifesto, like “bards singing about war” (3). Thus: “Nomadism is the original nomos” (136); “The yak polity must be decolonized” (152); “Avianize territory” (134); “Humans shall vegetalize” (148); “Reanimalize the map” (134).

    The effort of conjuring into being new realities is tied to a project to excavate and resurface buried and silenced knowledges, to gather them back into the chorus. One of the most interesting of these is the recounting of older intellectual traditions that recognized different social organizations and politics among animals (the behavior of wolf packs, bee colonies, or friendships among birds). In Indian languages, write Banerjee and Wouters, “There is no linguistic sense that animals have a different social form than humans” (104); words like “collectivity” and “leader” are used both for humans and for animals. In English, in contrast, if a word like “herd” is used for humans it is only done so disparagingly. Subaltern Studies 2.0 considers traditions (such as manuals of statecraft in India) where the behavior of animals was observed in great detail and used to elaborate political conclusions, for both democratic as well as more hierarchical forms: “understanding the political functioning of elephant collectives . . . [both the leaders and those that are expelled] . . . lay at the heart of human monarchic military state building” (96). The book proposes in this sense not just a new way of doing politics that would integrate animal kin, but a recognition that the observation of animal behavior and practices is infrastructural to political theory, baked into early conjectures around collective behavior and forms of power, such that humans and animals can be understood as essentially co-creating politics. Not only is this genealogy or relationship largely forgotten in Western political theory, but to the extent that this study of animal socialities by humans was often intended to better manage them (think beekeepers, herders, fisherman), the colonization of animal politics could be considered the first imperialism. Capitalism then “transforms animals from political actors to commodities. . . . Only in this landscape can the political be thought of as a human monopoly, a transition from animal nature to human polity” (106).

    In her own response to the volume, “The Next Steps: A Preface,” Gayatri Spivak characterizes the book as a rewriting of the work of the Southeast Asian Subaltern Studies Working Group. That is, there is a fundamental break, and not just an updating at stake. Banerjee and Wouters state that: “We draw from the Subaltern Studies tradition the central insight that community offers our best chance to resist state and capital” (4). But this is hardly an insight exclusive to Subaltern Studies, much less their central insight. The lesson I learned from Subaltern Studies was not just that alternate and rebellious forms of sociality manifest in peasant insurgencies under the British colonial state and after—not just a triumphant claim that the subaltern can resist state and capital—but the thorny questions of intelligibility and how such rebellions were being translated into other terms. The starting point, after all, is a critique of the way Marxist historians were reading such rebellions, according to an unquestioned matrix (including certain notions of agency and political consciousness), and how this produces fundamental misreadings of what was happening even as it excludes peasant rebels as subjects conscious of their own history, incorporating them as contingent elements in another history with another transcendental ideal subject (Worker and Peasant). Spivak’s point is not that the subaltern cannot speak, but that there is no structure of reception in place for such speech acts.

    Subalternity is a category marked by negativity: it is the negation of an imposed identity, marked by falsification and distortion, in Ranajit Guha’s words. As it was developed by the Subaltern Studies historians, subalternity manifests as a semiotic break (a rebellion), but one in which peasants speak in a “borrowed language”: violating the semiotic code of power (Elementary Aspects 36). As Guha points out, one only has access to subalternity through a prose of counterinsurgency, hence the need to read it as a “writing in reverse” (Elementary Aspects 333). One has to read it, in other words, with an ear attuned to the places where intelligibility and sense strained under challenge or pressure and to understand that there was something beyond or outside, that doesn’t fit the categories, optics, or languages being used to grasp the phenomena.

    In reading the book, I couldn’t help thinking of Spivak’s critique of the interview with Foucault and Deleuze in which they seem to unproblematically express what workers, delinquents, and prisoners want and say. In saying that “the masses know perfectly well, clearly,” Foucault and Deleuze are making a claim about what the speaking subaltern is: they are speaking for them; hence Spivak’s remark that “[t]he ventriloquism of the speaking subaltern is the left intellectual’s stock-in-trade” (Critique 265). Banerjee and Wouters write, for example: “Some yaks emit a special grunt to communicate with other yaks and disseminate insubordination. Often, yaks organize into a collective hard gaze, directed toward cruel herders” (150). Spivak’s point is that such comments erase the question of representation. To enchain words as a gathering or chorus, as emitted simultaneously, forgets the temporality of the relay race, the question of how transmission occurs, and the disjunction lodged within.

    The erasure of time and what some want to call historicity is there too in the reaching towards a reversing which is also an unforgetting: “Truth is unforgetting, reversing the great oblivion that has made us forget what our ancestors knew” (5). The emphasis on unforgetting and reversing, a turning back of the clock, is also an erasure of everything that came in between, like a return to an original text as if there had never been a translation. And too: “We shall remember and globalize the animist social contract” (144). But what kind of remembering is this and what might be lost in it? I keenly felt the absence of the negativity—the probing of limits to intelligibility—that was so central to the Subaltern Studies project.

    For this reason, I appreciate Marisol de la Cadena’s response to the volume, “The Gift of the Anthropo-Not-Seen,” because she brings together what is valuable in the intellectual and speculative challenges posed by the volume precisely with the question of negativity, limits, excess, and language. In earlier work, “Indigenous Cosmopolitics in the Andes: Conceptual Reflections Beyond ‘Politics,’” de la Cadena posits the idea of an “indigenous-mestizo aggregate” that is, borrowing words from Marilyn Strathern, “neither singular nor plural, neither one nor many, a circuit of connections rather than joint parts” (348, 347). De la Cadena characterizes the very notion of “indigeneity” as emerging through collaborative friction with practices and institutions other than itself. Indigeneity is a result of colonization. There is no “pure indigenous person,” therefore, as it is a category created by European expansion and one that remains partially connected to nation-state formations. Still, although indigeneity appears on the public stage through discourses such as class/ethnicity/confrontation with neoliberalism, it also exceeds such discourses to the extent that it includes “other than humans.” De la Cadena wants to think a pluriverse, but one that is constituted by a fractured, fragmented, or fractal set of relations. It is something other than a simple commons, because partial connections create no single entity; or “the entity that results,” de la Cadena writes, “is more than one, yet less than two” (347).

    One of the sites of partial connections between the more than one and less than two is the notion of “equivocation” that de la Cadena takes from Brazilian anthropologist Eduardo Viveiros de Castro. In equivocation, homonymic terms refer to things that are not the same. “Water” or “agua” are seemingly equivalent to Quechua or Yanomami words, and as such they allow for conversation, for partial connections to happen. But ultimately the terms (yaku, water, agua) do not refer to the same thing. There is no singular thing in the world that simply has two names in different languages. Why? Because in one of those languages it is something other than H2O. De la Cadena cites Viveiros de Castro, writing that equivocation “is not a simple failure to understand, but ‘a failure to understand that understandings are necessarily not the same, and that they are not related to imaginary ways of “seeing the world” but to the real worlds that are being seen. . . . [R]ather than different views of a single world . . . a view of different worlds becomes apparent’” (350-51; de la Cadena’s emphasis). Verisimilitude or resemblance functions as a juncture, but also partly conceals the gap.

    This fissure can be seen in the words of Yanomami shaman Davi Kopenawa, cited both by de la Cadena as well as Banerjee and Wouters. In the “written/spoken textual duet” Kopenawa produces with anthropologist Bruce Albert (The Falling Sky 446), he notes that he does not like the word “environment” and that, for the Yanomami, “what the white people refer to in this way is what remains of the forest and land that were hurt by their machines. It is what remains of everything they have destroyed so far” (397). Environment may approximate what the Yanomami call “forest,” but it is a fundamentally different phenomenon, a broken or severed thing. Kopenawa also says: “What the white people call ‘minerals’ are the fragments of the sky, moon, sun, and stars, which fell down in the beginning of time” (283). Although the word “mineral” may function as a connector and allow a Yanomami and white Brazilian to point to the same gold nuggets in a riverbed, there is more than one thing being indicated by that partial designation. One may say that in Guha’s analysis of peasant rebellions, the terms “peasant” and “rebellion” are also equivocations.

    But relation coexists with the gaps between worlds. Upon seeing the Eiffel Tower, in a passage that Latinamericanists might want to call a reverse transculturation, Kopenawa finds it similar to the image of a spirit house:

    [T]he people of the place must tell themselves: “Ha! How rich and clever we must be to have built such a beautiful thing!” That’s all. No one thinks beyond that. Yet though no one knows it, this construction is in every way similar to the image of our xapiri’s houses, surrounded by a multitude of paths of light. It is true! This sparkling brightness is that of the spirits’ metal. The white people of this land must have captured the light of the Yãpirari lightning beings to enclose it in this antenna. As I looked at it, I told myself: “Hou! These outsiders do not know the spirits’ words, but they imitated their houses without even realizing it!” It baffled me. Yet despite the resemblance, the light from this house of iron light seemed lifeless. It was without resonance. If it were alive like a real spirit house, the vibrant songs of its occupants would unceasingly burst out of it. (344)

    This passage is a lesson in more than one and less than two: “spirit” is not really “xapiri” just as “light” and “lightning” are not really light, and lightning and the Eiffel Tower is not really a spirit house: what Kopenawa considers the lack of resonance and resemblance marks the distance between heterogeneous worlds. Yet those very words are also partial connectors, a place for touching, just as “the outsiders . . . imitated their houses without even realizing it.”

    Like Banerjee and Wouters, Kopenawa denounces the avalanche of violence and destruction wrought upon the world by white modernity. But Banerjee and Wouters lay out a reversed world–which is also a non-world–in which the elimination of capitalism and the state would eliminate antagonism, conflict, negativity and inequality. Their manifesto is also a prayer, calling into imagination and being the possibility of a plurality of human and nonhuman beings “rooted in unity in Being” (117) governed by duty, care, and joyful hospitality to other beings, like roots and fungi that “cling to each other, cooperating and nourishing together” (115). To say that “Humans will co-create vegetal politics with plant, with plant well-being co-determining public policy” (122) so that “each being shall find their roots in another” (122) is to redefine what politics and public policy can mean, and to achieve in some measure the cognitive estrangement of fable or science fiction. But their words have the quality of declarations, where things mean what they say, and where there is no room for excess or non-coincidence, for impossible or encrypted meanings, for mistranslations or equivocations. A world as flat as paper.

    Kopenawa’s words, on the other hand, reach us like a fragile junction between partially connected worlds, traversed by difference, opacity, and an elsewhere behind it. Epidemic beings, like the xawarari, he tells us,

    [C]ook their dismembered prey’s bodies in big metal basins, like a pile of spider monkeys, sprinkling them with boiling oil. This is what makes us burn with fever! Finally, they store this cooked human flesh in big metal cases to eat them later. In this way they prepare a great number of human meat cans, like the white people do with their fish and their beef. Later, when they start to lack victuals, they send their employees to hunt new victims among us: “Go get me nice and fat human children! I am so hungry! I would happily eat a leg!” (292)

    A Failed Manifesto
    Richard Pithouse

    Frantz Fanon observes that colonialism “dehumanizes the colonized. Strictly speaking, it animalizes him” (Les Damnés [2002] 45, my trans.). As this review is being written, people in Gaza are being referred to as “human animals” while being subjected to murderous assault by the Israeli military, backed in various ways by the major Western powers.

                The line between the human and the animal is not only deliberately blurred or undone by colonial ideology. This ideological maneuver has an ancient, enduring, and promiscuous history and was as available to the Interahamwe as to the Nazis. Nonetheless, excluding racialized people from the full count of the human via animalizing discourses has always been central to colonial ideology. In the Cape, the organized mass murder of the people now known by two unsatisfactory terms, “Bushmen” and “San,” largely perpetrated in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries was, in part, legitimated by referring to people as “schepsels” (“creatures” in Dutch).   

    The last permit to hunt “Bushmen” was issued in Pretoria in 1936, but by the 1950s the white South African writer Laurens van der Post was winning great acclaim, including within mainstream white South Africa, for his significantly fabricated writings presenting the “Bushmen” in the now standard tropes of Hollywood films, New Age cults, and self-optimization and health podcasts in which people determined to be indigenous are revered while remaining oppressed. A central element of these tropes is that people determined to be indigenous are remnants of the few humans deemed to have escaped the fall from a primordial relation to nature and understood as simultaneously innocent and wise, as chronologically in this time but ontologically out of it while carrying important and often ultimately redemptive lessons for those deemed fully of this time. For Van der Post, and many more to come, we—modern people living after the fall—have much to learn from this wisdom. This can range from having one’s first meal later in the day to trying in some ultimately ineffable way to spiritualize the natural world and reanimate our being. Fanon would not have been surprised by Van der Post, or by his reception among many white people as a guru. After all, Fanon writes, noting the attitude of “metropolitan anthropologists and experts,” it is the colonialists who “rush to the rescue of indigenous traditions” (Wretched [2004] 175).

                In 1980, The Gods Must Be Crazy, an entirely racist film about “Bushmen” in the Kalahari intended to be comic for white audiences, was a massive success in white South Africa. It repeated some of the standard themes important to the way “Bushmen” had come to be understood in the white world in South Africa and elsewhere, including the understanding that they were part of the natural world in a way that other humans were not. They were depicted as wholly non-threatening to white supremacy, while guerrillas understood to be of Bantu descent were demonized. A year or two later the oil company Shell ran a promotion in South Africa that gave motorists a book for children in which cards, with photographs of African animals collected at Shell garages, were to be pasted in the appropriate places. The cards were referred to as “animal cards.” The photograph on one those cards was not that of an animal; it was of a person, a “Bushman.”

                White attitudes had shifted from genocidal desires to, after an effective genocide, desires to “preserve” and learn from what was thought to be an “ancient” way of life. Although the meaning ascribed to the idea that “Bushmen” are part of the natural world in a way that other people are not had changed, the idea itself endured. These kinds of continuities require very careful thought, something that is absent in Milinda Banerjee and Jelle Wouters’s manifesto, in which indigeneity and the idea of a set of falls from primordial being are central but never fully defined or examined concepts. There is no attempt to make sense of the points at which their conception of the indigenous intersects with that of a figure like Van der Post, and a set of views common among white people around the world. Of course, they are not obligated to accept Fanon’s modernism, but simply ignoring what to some readers may seem like echoes of key colonial tropes in their own work seems rash.

                They also fail to offer a clear sense of who is to be counted as indigenous. This question may be clear in Australasia and the Americas where the basis for who counts as indigenous and who does not is clear. This is not the case in South Africa, where dominant conceptions place a person who claims Khoi or “Bushman” descent as “indigenous” but exclude a Zulu or Xhosa person deemed to be of Bantu descent. The migration of Bantu people to what is now South Africa, thought to have begun around 300AD, is hardly the same thing as the arrival of European settlers in Australia in 1788. Across Africa the term indigenous tends to refer to minorities such as the Basarwa in Botswana or the Batwa in the Congo while excluding most people. Some sort of conceptual clarification is required, but this is not provided by Banerjee and Wouters.

                The idea that white people and other elites in terms of class, race, caste, etc., can be ontologically enriched by learning from often materially dispossessed and politically oppressed people deemed to be indigenous does not generally include the view that those who should learn from others understood to have a more “primordial” relation to the natural world should abandon their privileged place in colonial and capitalist modernity. Health and self-optimization podcasts, with their breathless claims about the wonders of “African tribes” (“They don’t have smart phones!”) do not call for the overthrow of global capitalism or reparations from colonial states.

                Banerjee and Wouters radically divert from the views that have a degree of genealogical entanglement with the sort of ideas made famous by Van der Post in that they call for some sort of absolute revolution which, following indigenous examples, undoes the line between the animal and the human and establishes a global interspecies democracy, marked by a new and magnificent plenitude of being. This revolution is overwhelmingly understood in ontological rather than political terms, with exclamation marks (‘Being!’) that substitute for conceptual clarity. This places the manifesto in the broader turn from politics to ontology that includes new schools of thought such as Afro-pessimism and some forms of decoloniality. It generally lacks any credible sense of the political, of the actual mechanisms of building alliances and power. The few scattered and always trite lines here and there asserting the need to connect different forms of politics do not do the required work.

                The problems that arise from the sublimated religiosity that so often marks the ecstatic substitution of ontology for politics extend beyond an incoherent conception of being. In a manner that is in some respects analogous to the way that the idea of social death has been reworked by Afro-pessimism, a complete annihilation of being is summarily declared, although in this case it is announced for the rich and powerful, the people whose lives have not been devastated in material terms by the accumulated weight of colonialism, racial capitalism, and imperialism, people who are not politically oppressed. Here it is the people who are among the most oppressed who will restore the vitality of being of those from the dominant groups. The many Black critiques of white fantasies about the redemptive ontological possibilities imagined to be offered by the consumption of Black culture are not noted.

                There are many problems with all this. One is that while bullshit jobs, crap TV, mindless scrolling, stultifying education, afternoons at the mall, and much more are all dispiriting and depressing, we are hardly ontologically dead when experiencing recognition by a lover, the birth of a child, driving into the sunrise, listening to great music, hearing a snatch of an anodyne but seductive pop song on the radio, reading Mahmoud Darwish or—as Darwish often affirms in the midst of catastrophe—taking our morning coffee. No humans are entirely ontologically dead, nor is ecstatic plenitude at the level of being possible outside of certain moments in certain situations. Another is that forms of radical theory that—like that of Michael Hardt and Antonio Negri in the conclusion to Empire—promise dissidents from among the dominating classes who identify with the oppressed unimaginable ontological wealth inevitably end up producing ontologically predatory forms of politics. It never ends well when people from the dominant classes expect oppressed people to renew their being in mystical and wonderful ways. All forms of politics that offer people from the dominant classes ontological pleasures or even redemption from the dominated classes must, without exception, be opposed.

                Of course, Banerjee and Wouters are right to reject the idea that the people and polities they discuss are, in Eric Hobsbawm’s phrase, “prepolitical,” and of course there are things that can be learned from all people, polities, and cosmologies. It should be equally obvious that everyone living in the present is of the present and that we must wholly abandon the idea that some people have a greater claim to the present than others. It is also clear that people living in the territories that became settler colonies have urgent and entirely legitimate political claims to all kinds of restitution. It is a plain fact that understandings of the natural world with pre-colonial origins can, as with the idea of Pachamama in Bolivia, become powerful and productive political ideas and material forces. But where does the claim, even if implicit, that largely rural people deemed to be indigenous have a special claim on the politics of the future leave, say, African Americans, Africans not deemed indigenous, or the huge proportion of impoverished humanity living in often very cosmopolitan shanty towns? In several countries in the Global South, these shanty towns are very significant sites of political innovation and, at times, popular counter-power.

                The ideas that are brought into these kinds of politics are frequently hybrid. They can simultaneously draw on pre-colonial ideas and practices, Marxism, and liberal ideas of rights. A dogmatically Eurocentric view of the political that sees precolonial ideas and practices as “prepolitical” is wholly inadequate to making sense of this. Here we could, at a stretch, suggest that Banerjee and Wouters’s insistence that ideas with precolonial roots can be important has value, but the point has been made much better by others, including Fanon and many Latin American theorists. And when they go beyond productive metaphors, such as, arguably, talking about animal politics, and speak of things like python collectives and assemblies, the abandonment of reason takes us onto the terrain of farce and undermines this important point.

                In some parts of the world, including Haiti and South Africa, popular urban politics is often fundamentally centered on a defiant affirmation of a universal humanism. In Haiti the declaration “Tout moun se moun” (sometimes translated as “Every person is a human being”) has long been an axiom around which popular politics is organized. Very similar declarations are made in South Africa, and it is common for people to assert a claim on humanity by explicitly rejecting animalization, making statements such as “We are human beings, not dogs.” There is, of course, a long history of an affirmation of humanity in the wider Black radical tradition, and many of its leading thinkers are radical humanists. If one wishes to make an argument for abandoning humanism and breaking down the separation between the animal and human, it needs to be done with an awareness of all this, and with great care. Certainly, if people are to be presented as close to animals, or part of an animal world, we should start with people whose humanity has never been in question, and not with those for whom it has long been in question.

                It is simply irresponsible to write, in rapturous terms, about borders being opened to animal migrations without noting that in Africa “trans-frontier” parks have led to Western-funded militarized violence against people living in or adjacent to these parks. It is careless to talk about rewilding without addressing the fact that the idea of reintroducing bears and wolves to England is seen as outrageous while Africans who do not wish to live with dangerous predators are criminalized and subject to organized violence.

                Manifestos are not required to have the same standards of evidence, argument, or nuance as other kinds of texts. And although the attempt at poeticism in this manifesto fails (Banerjee and Wouters do not have the poetic gifts of, say, Aimé Césaire), some latitude can be granted on the question of style. Nonetheless, the fact that a text is written in the genre of the manifesto does not mean that everything is permitted. This manifesto does not just largely leave out the well more than a billion people (some figures are much higher) living on occupied land in the cities of the Global South. It does not just leave out workers in Chinese factories. As Gayatri Spivak notes, it uses claims about South Asia to issues global declarations. It follows so many texts produced from within the Euro-American academy in largely leaving out Africa. It does not engage seriously with Latin America, the one part of the world where political claims made in part in the name of indigeneity have accumulated enough power to mount sustained and at times effective challenges to states and capital. This parochialism is wholly unacceptable. A proper examination of Bolivia would be essential for a credible political manifesto for the future that centers indigeneity.

                A manifesto that announces a new global politics must be global. A manifesto that announces a new politics must have a clear sense of the political. A manifesto that announces an end to the separation between the animal and the human must address the long and ongoing history of the ways colonized and other oppressed people have been animalized, excluded in full or in part from the count of the human. It must also address the fact that oppressed people have built and sustained movements in the face of murderous repression in the name of the human.


    Works Cited

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    Chakrabarty, Dipesh. The Climate of History in a Planetary Age. U of Chicago P, 2021.

    ­–––. Provincializing Europe: Postcolonial Thought and Historical Difference. U of Chicago P, 2000.

    Fanon, Frantz. Les Damnés de la Terre. La Découverte, Paris, 2002.

    Guha, Ranajit. Elementary Aspects of Peasant Insurgency in Colonial India. Oxford UP, 1983.

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    Kopenawa, Davi, with Bruce Albert. The Falling Sky: Words of a Yanomami Shaman. Tenth Anniversary Edition, Harvard UP, 2023.

    Lal, Vinay. “India and the Challenge of the Global South: Some Thoughts on Pluralism, the Categories of Knowledge, and Hospitality.” India and Civilizational Futures: Backwaters Collective on Metaphysics and Politics II, edited by Vinay Lal, Oxford UP, 2019, pp. 1-32.

    Sachau, Edward C., editor. Alberuni’s India: An Account of the Religion, Philosophy, Literature, Chronology, Astronomy, Customs, Laws, and Astrology of India about A.D. 1030. Trubner & Co., 1888; reprint ed., Rupa & Co., 2002.

    Spivak, Gayatri Chakravorty. A Critique of Postcolonial Reason: Toward a History of the Vanishing Present. Harvard UP, 1999.

    Notes

    [1] See, for example, my “India and the Challenge of the Global South.”

  • CFP: Special Issue, “Speculative Imaginaries & Counter-Futures in the Middle East & North Africa” (July 1, 2025)

    Co-Editors: Maurice Ebileeni (University of Haifa), Hoda El Shakry (University of Chicago), & Oded Nir (Queens College, CUNY)

    Arabfuturism is a re-examination and interrogation of narratives that surround oceans of historical fiction. It bulldozes cultural nostalgias that prop up a dubious political paralysis and works to solidify and progress a progressive force, towards being subjects and not objects of history- (Sulaïman Majali, 2015)

    In a 2015 experimental multimedia manifesto titled “Towards Arabfuturism/s” the Jordanian artist Sulaïman Majali writes that “Arabfuturism/s, like most creative provocations, is born of counter-culture” in which “notions of belonging are constantly challenged by the strangers, the marginalised, the outsiders: workers, rebels, immigrants, artists who see from the margins—looking in—that there is no homogenous culture or identity.” For Majali, like many contemporary artists interrogating the possibilities and limits of futurity amidst territorial, existential, ecological, and ideological states of crisis, -futurism “signifies a defiant cultural break, a projection forward into what is, beyond ongoing eurocentric, hegemonic narratives” that is part of “a growing counterculture of thought and action that through time will be found and used in the construction of alternative states of becoming” (Majali, 2015).

    Arabfuturism, Gulf Futurism, and Muslim Futurism—like their sister projects of Afrofuturisms, Sinofuturism, and Indigenous Futurism—speak to how speculative cultures turn to sites of historical or present rupture in order to envision alternate, possible, or impossible worlds. These speculative projects can be understood as a critical mode of reading assemblages of colonialism, capitalism, and bio-politics that theorize other ways of being, knowing, and imagining. These counterfuturisms, to borrow theorist Jussi Parikka’s turn of phrase, disrupt the geo-spatial logics of the past, present, and assumed future to not only “write alternative histories but also articulate counterfuturisms as imaginaries of times-to-come” (55).

    Beyond the toll of US-backed “forever wars,” recent years have cast the MENA region into unprecedented turmoil—from the devastating ethnocide and genocide of Palestinians across Gaza and the West Bank, to the fall of Bashar al-Assad’s brutal regime in Syria, the genocide in Sudan, the collapse of the Lebanese state and economy, and the military coup in Egypt. We have also witnessed the promise of revolutions sweeping the region following the 2010 Jasmine Revolution in Tunisia that catapulted the Arab Spring across Egypt, Libya, Syria, Yemen, and Bahrain, and more recently, the 17 October 2019 Revolution in Lebanon. While moments of catastrophe, crisis, and collapse may seem antithetical to imaginaries of the future, the capacity to dream or speculate is essential to undoing to sites of epistemic and ontological violence, while also charting possible paths forwards. Moreover, speculative acts of world-building can realize the critical potential of impossible acts of imagination that empower us to envision entirely new archeologies of the future.

    We are seeking submissions that critically address how we can imagine—and stage—a future amidst these mounting crises in the Middle East and North Africa. How can representations of apocalypse, eschatology, dystopia, science fiction, (non)futurity, or fantasy help us grapple with the very real existential threats to communities across the MENA region? How are dystopian technologies or aesthetics being mobilized in our current geopolitical landscape? What are the existing and emergent formal, critical, or conceptual vocabularies for such times of crisis, and what do they tell us about the present-future? How do they shape questions of representation, mediation, and aesthetic value? More crucially—what is the role of cultural production in the face of global destruction? Is there a politics (and poetics) of the impossible or incomplete? Finally, what are the political and ethical stakes of futurity as an existential, epistemic, and aesthetic project?

    We invite proposals that explore these questions across the diverse range of speculative literature, film, art, and philosophy in the Middle East and North Africa as well as their diasporic communities. In addition to conventional scholarly articles (between 5,000 to 10,000 words), we encourage other kinds of submissions (interviews, creative fiction or non-fiction, multimedia) that similarly respond to the urgency of our moment.

    Suggested topics include:

    • How do MENA counter-futures imagine “being subjects and not objects of history” (Majali)?
    • How do MENA counter-futures build upon and dialogue with Afrofuturisms and Indigenous Futurism?
    • What unique cultural histories or spatio-temporal logics are displaced, invoked, or projected through MENA speculative cultures?
    • How do MENA counter-futures upend (neo)colonial narratives about the importance of scientific and techno-modernity to the capacity to imagine futures?
    • How do MENA counter-futures challenge the secular investments of Euro-American speculative imaginaries?
    • How do certain genre labels, such as science fiction, flatten cosmological and spiritual lifeworlds to be legible within world literary systems?
    • How do MENA counter-futures disrupt the periodization and taxonomical stability of speculative genres?
    • Eschatology and theological futurism (prophecy, mysticism, cosmogony)
    • MENA horror, abjection, and the gothic
    • MENA fantasy and science fiction
    • MENA speculative philosophy and aesthetic theory

    Submissions:

    Please send brief abstracts (~500 words) to pomoculture@gmail.com with a tentative title and overview of your proposed contribution that includes the submission type (academic article, essay, interview, creative fiction or non-fiction, multimedia) and estimated word-length.

    Abstracts Due: July 1st, 2025.
    Submissions Due: January 31st, 2026.

  • Notes on Contributors

    Omid Bagherli is a graduate student in English and 2024–25 Dissertation Fellow at the Center for the Humanities at Tufts University. His work focuses on representations of thwarted historical recovery and redress in contemporary literature and film.

    Bobby Benedicto is Assistant Professor in the Department of Art History and Communication Studies and the Institute for Gender, Sexuality, and Feminist Studies at McGill University.

    Tim Dean is the James M. Benson Professor in English at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. He is the author of Unlimited Intimacy: Reflections on the Subculture of Barebacking and, most recently, Hatred of Sex (coauthored with Oliver Davis). He is completing a book titled After Pandemics: COVID-19, AIDS, and the Literature of PrEP.

    Sandip K. Luis is Assistant Professor in the Department of Art History & Art Appreciation at Jamia Millia Islamia, New Delhi. He teaches critical theory and historiography, focusing on modernism and global contemporary art. Luis received a Ph.D. in Visual Studies from the School of Arts and Aesthetics at Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, and has taught at Dr. B.R. Ambedkar University, Delhi, and the University of Kerala. His areas of research and publication include the theories of the avant-garde, biennials, and historiography of contemporary art.

    Josephine Taylor is Postdoctoral Fellow in Energy Narratives and Coastal Communities at University College Dublin. Her research is in environmental humanities and she is currently working on her first monograph on Nonhuman Narratives of Energy, contracted with Palgrave Animal and Literature Series. She has published in the areas of science fiction, petroculture, gender and affect theory. She is also a member of the research collective Beyond Gender, which carries out joint projects focused on queer and feminist science fiction.

    Federico Pous is Associate Professor of Spanish in the Department of World Languages and Cultures at Elon University, and works on the politics of memory, human rights, and contemporary social movements in Latin America and Spain. He published Eventos carcelarios (UNC Press 2022), about the experience of political prisoners during the 1970s in Argentina, Paraguay, and Brazil; and co-edited the volume, Authoritarianism, Cultural History, and Political Resistance in Latin America: Exposing Paraguay (Palgrave Macmillan 2017), about Paraguayan cultural history and the status of democracy in this country.

    Tom Roach is Professor of Literary and Cultural Studies and Coordinator of Women, Gender, and Sexuality Studies in the Department of History, Literature, and the Arts at Bryant University. He is the author of Friendship as a Way of Life: Foucault, AIDS, and the Politics of Shared Estrangement (SUNY Press, 2012) and Screen Love: Queer Intimacies in the Grindr Era (SUNY Press, 2021). Recent publications include an essay in differences on Leo Bersani’s concept of fascination and a chapter in Political Philosophies of Aging, Dying, and Death (Taylor and Francis, 2021) on the political function of death in the work of Michel Foucault.

    John Paul Ricco is Professor of Comparative Literature, Visual Studies, and Art History at the University of Toronto, where he is Lead Curator of the Sexual Representation Collection at the Bonham Centre for Sexual Diversity Studies. He is a theorist working at the juncture of contemporary art, queer theory, and philosophy, noted for his work on aesthetics and ethics; sexuality and intimacy; and eco-deconstruction. Ricco has coedited special issues of Parallax and Journal of Visual Culture on Jean-Luc Nancy, and most recently, a special issue of differences on Leo Bersani. He is the author of The Logic of the Lure, and The Decision Between Us: Art and Ethics in the Time of Scenes (both University of Chicago Press) and has just completed the third volume in his trilogy on “the intimacy of the outside,” titled Queer Finitude.

    Austin Svedjan is a doctoral student and Hamilton-Law Graduate Fellow in the Department of English at the University of Pennsylvania. Their dissertation project traces the concept of “bad sex” across popular literary objects like the sex manual, the prizewinning novel, and the feminist manifesto in the long twentieth-century as it intersects with adjacent discourses of eugenics, aesthetic education, and sexual liberation. Austin’s writing appears or is forthcoming in GLQ: A Journal of Lesbian and Gay Studies, TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly, ASAP/J, among others.

    Mikko Tuhkanen is Professor of English at Texas A&M University, where he teaches African American and African-diasporic literatures, LGBTQ+ literatures, and literary theory. He is the author of, among other books, The American Optic: Psychoanalysis, Critical Race Theory, and Richard Wright (2008) and The Essentialist Villain: On Leo Bersani (2018). He is the editor of Leo Bersani: Queer Theory and Beyond (2014) and Fascination and Cinema, a special issue of Postmodern Culture (2020); as well as the coeditor, with E. L. McCallum, of The Cambridge History of Gay and Lesbian Literature (2014) and Queer Times, Queer Becomings (2011). His other publications include essays in PMLA, diacritics, differences, American Literary History, Modern Fiction Studies, American Literature, James Baldwin Review, and elsewhere. He is currently finishing two book-length studies: “Time’s Witness: On James Baldwin” and “Some Speculation: Thinking with Pet Shop Boys.”

    Robyn Wiegman is Professor of Literature and Gender, Sexuality and Feminist Studies at Duke University and author of Object Lessons (2012), American Anatomies: Theorizing Race and Gender (1995), and numerous anthologies that focus on the institutional and political formation of identity knowledges. Her editorial work includes special issues on “Autotheory,” “Queer Theory Without Antinormativity” and “Sexual Politics, Sexual Panics,” which won the best special issue award from the Council of Editors of Learned Journals in 2019. She is the former director of Women’s Studies at both Duke and UC Irvine.

  • Why Can’t Homosexuals be Extraordinary? Queer Thinking After Leo Bersani

    Robyn Wiegman (bio)

    Abstract

    Is “queer now to be taken as delineating political rather than erotic tendencies?” Leo Bersani laments in Homos, his 1985 text that helped launch his reputation as the god father of queer theory’s now famed anti-social thesis. For Mikko Tuhkanen, Bersani’s critique of queer theory and its reverberations engender a crucial distinction: Bersani is forever “a queer thinker,” not a “queer theorist.” Reading with Tuhkanen’s distinction, this essay explores Bersani’s investment in queer thinking as a mode of anti-institutional critical practice in order to track the centrality of the conflict between the political and erotic in the past and present work of queer scholarship.

    Who among us doesn’t know that Leo Bersani was a master of the opening line, a provocateur when it came to puncturing whatever had settled too comfortably in arguments about sex, culture, or art? His now famous 1987 salvo from “Is the Rectum a Grave?” is easiest to remember, in part because it eviscerated the prospect of sex as a domain of intimate connection and redemption: “There is a big secret about sex: most people don’t like it” (197). Other rhetorical initiations are equally arresting. Take the first words of “The Gay Outlaw”—”Betrayal is an ethical necessity”—initially published (people often forget) in a 1994 special issue of Diacritics edited by Judith Butler and Biddy Martin (5).1 Or the revision that essay would undergo before appearing as the final chapter of Homos (1995), the book that would solidify Bersani’s status as the godfather of the antisocial thesis: “Should a homosexual be a good citizen?” (113).2 In the first case, Bersani is taking on the deeply homophobic culture of sex that enveloped the first deadly decade of HIV-AIDS and its genocidal equation of disease with homosexuality while arguing for sex as the ecstatic scene of the self’s psychic decomposition.3 In the second, he is leading his reader into a meditation on Jean Genet’s vexed reputation as an outlaw and toward the ethical necessity, for critical practice as much as social life, of “breaking with all familiar connections,” as he would retrospectively put it in a now famous interview with Mikko Tuhkanen in 2014 (“Rigorously” 280). In the third, Bersani establishes what will be his lifelong rejection of gay liberation’s populist equation of freedom with citizenship and the “responsibilities” it demands in intimacy (marriage and monogamy), money (property and taxes), and armed national service (military).

    On the face of it, these critical itineraries are a near perfect match for the antinormative instincts that nurtured the emergence of queer theory as a named field for academic activism.4 And yet, by the time he wrote the introduction to Homos, Bersani felt the need to issue a warning about queer theory’s self-declared triumph over what it perceived—and perceives still—as the narrow and exclusive identitarian politics that attends homosexuality. To be sure, both Diacritics and the London Review of Books published reviews of Homos in 1996 that sketched, with differing mixtures of affirmation and disagreement, the distance Bersani put between himself and the work being promoted as queer theory in the early 1990s, which tended to emphasize performativity and with it resignification as the holy grail for wrestling sexuality and desire from the psychic and social strongholds of compulsory heterosexuality and its heteronormative supports.5 Bersani’s challenge to the emerging consensus begins, unsurprisingly, in the introduction’s opening line. “No one,” he writes, “wants to be called a homosexual”—not “straights,” not “closeted gay men and lesbians who fear, rightly or wrongly, personal and professional catastrophe,” not even “self-identified homosexual activists and theorists” (Homos 1). Bersani generates a few names as evidence—Monique Wittig, Judith Butler, and Michael Warner—in order to specify Homos‘s most polemical point: that queer theory’s embrace of a deconstructive, anti-essentialist commitment to social construction erased gayness in favor of a de-sexualized political affiliation. Is “queer now to be taken as delineating political rather than erotic tendencies?” he asks in a rhetorical flourish that marks the book’s intervention into queer theory’s formidable mode of critique (2). In rejecting queer‘s emergent utopic ascription as a counter to normalization, Bersani argued in favor of an “anticommunal mode of connectedness” that was both intrinsic to gay desire and a potent force for enhancing, in his words, “‘the homo’ in all of us” (10).6

    For Mikko Tuhkanen, Bersani’s critique and its reverberations engender a crucial distinction: we may be able to call Bersani “a queer thinker,” Tuhkanen says, but he “may not be a queer theorist” (8). Nevertheless, plenty of us, myself included, have given Bersani pride of place in narratives about queer theory’s origin, with his 1987 provocation “Is the Rectum a Grave?” serving as the inaugural formulation of what is now one of queer theory’s most cited and always contentious canonical traditions: the antisocial thesis. Why did we do this? Or more to the point what does it mean that Bersani’s critique of queer theory was never sufficiently resistant to his incorporation into the post-identitarian politics at stake in queer theory’s ongoing discourse about itself? These questions open a conundrum about the sociality of antisocial theorizing: for if the repudiation of sociality is to be so highly prized, why have critics so seldom attended to Bersani’s hesitation to be cast as an early progenitor, if not founding member, of queer theory’s theoretical intervention?7 Tuhkanen broached the matter with Bersani directly. “Are you a queer theorist?” Tuhkanen asked. “Not that I know of,” Bersani dryly responded (“Rigorously” 279).

    To be sure, one can be many things without knowing or avowing it, just as a field can be built without its practitioners enthusiastically participating in the practices of competition, name-claiming, and academic kinship that accompanies its emergence. Still, what matters for my purposes arises not from the conundrum of Bersani’s “proper” place in the genealogies of queer theory or from the contradictions that reside in the unassimilable gap between theory-asmanifesto and the institutionalizing forces that structure queer academic worlds.8 Rather, I’m interested in tracing the resonances between Tuhkanen’s distinction between queer theory and queer thinking and critical conversations today, especially given the increasingly fallen state of theory—queer or not—in the reputational itineraries of contemporary academic and popular thought. After all, to say that Homos expressed Bersani’s disappointment with the way queer theory would emerge in academic writing to manage the impasse between politics and sexuality doesn’t say nearly enough about the generative force of the book’s early resistance to the queer theoretical enterprise or—and this is my central concern—how such resistance might be described as a definitive characteristic of queer academic work ever since. To be Bersanian about it, you could say that in today’s queer critical universe no one really wants to be a queer theorist but plenty scholars are keenly invested in the prospect of claiming allegiance to queer thinking.

    In what follows, I use the distinction Tuhkanen offers between queer thinking and queer theory to generate a through line that demonstrates how, contrary to all appearances, Homos‘s rejection of queer theory in the name of homosexuality as an antisocial force is in sync with contemporary critical practices that have come to abandon the idea that homosexuality is capable of a political perversity worth fighting for. This through line lies elsewhere than in the realm of argument, as the queer theoretic is too deeply riven by political and analytic contentions arising not only from broader turns in the critical humanities and the geopolitics that shape them but also from the multiple and divergent allegiances that bind scholars to the political horizons, archival practices, and analytic critical traditions of their inter/disciplines.9 I locate this elsewhere in what I am calling “utopic ambivalence,” which is not an agenda or analytic but the affective disposition that animates queer thinking and its characteristic investment in countering consolidations and incorporations of various kinds, including those very gestures and institutional formations that designate queer theory as a distinct critical tradition, armed with founders, founding texts, prestige journals, signature presses, and unevenly distributed academic clout. Conceptually, utopic ambivalence draws on familiar psychoanalytic ground to designate the tension, impasse, or powerful stasis in which contradictory ideas or affects are held or experienced at the same time—in vernacular terms “mixed feelings”—and raises questions about the anxiety and discontent that arises when there is little expectation or hope for any kind of resolution, dialectical or otherwise. For queer thinking, utopic ambivalence registers its political desire for the not-yet and the yet-to-come while foregrounding its conviction that every queer agenda, destination, or sought after transformation is open to capture—and always at risk of being premature.

    You can see the utopic ambivalence of queer thinking in the ongoing revisions of queer theory’s analytic and political origins, which promise to generate a past capable of inaugurating a better future even as the repetition of revision confirms the suspicion that such repair will be inadequate and incomplete, if not over time a regrettable error. You can see it in critiques of the homonationalism of activist agendas, which seek to counter popular political imaginaries that funnel queer world-building aspirations into the smaller enclaves of gay marriage, military service, and other inclusivist gestures but hesitate when it comes to defining an alternate vision of what might replace the hollowed-out institutions of an increasingly diminished popular sovereignty. And you can see it in various modes of analysis that position themselves outside or against the disciplinary protocols of the university (as in calls for feral methodology or undisciplined knowledge or queer posthumanist pedagogies), even as these rhetorical moves are forged from powerful commitments to transform the very conditions and outcomes of institutions and their disciplinary-bound worlds.10 Across these interventions, utopic ambivalence drives the insurgent potential of queer thinking to unravel and resist the practices and norms that corrupt the queer theoretic’s creative agency, propelling the field away from complicities while promising to transcend the epistemic constraints of our own historically embedded knowing. In this dynamic of desire and risk (should we call it affirmation and negation?), queer thinking offers both the promise and pleasure of wishing for while anticipating losses to come. In this, it serves as a vital source of renewal for engaging and extending queer theory’s axiomatic commitment to antinormativity.11

    To make my case, I want to turn first to Bersani’s Homos to explore its investment in queer thinking as a mode of anti-institutional critical practice and to highlight some of its most belligerent points about the conundrum that anti-identitarianism presents. On what grounds did Homos reject queer theory’s seeming interest, as Bersani understood it, in making queer a resonant referent for politics rather than for sexuality and the erotic? And how did this rejection produce a complicated—if not wholly contradictory—political commitment to antisociality that has become, in the interim, far more aligned within the queer theoretic with politics than with the sexual? Such a discussion acts as prelude to considering the rhetorical practices of contemporary queer commentary where queer thinking flourishes as the counter-determination and rhetorical salve for challenges not only to sexuality as the field’s much critiqued object of study but also to the wrenching conditions of the political present and the difficulties raised by attending to it.

    By way of conclusion, I meditate on my contribution’s title, “Why Can’t Homosexuals Be Extraordinary?” by returning to another early critique of the queer theoretic penned by Biddy Martin, whose 1994 “Extraordinary Homosexuals and the Fear of Being Ordinary” challenges what she calls the “radical anti-normativity” of much early queer theory by elaborating her concern for the gender politics of its celebrated turn away from identity (123). While Bersani is not formally cited, Martin refers in the essay’s final passages to “the romantic celebration of a queerness or homo-ness as the very demise of current forms of societalization,” thereby merging what I take Homos to differentiate in order to mount her critique of the plot lines of the antisocial thesis as nothing more than a utopic dead end (123). Still, Martin’s call for homosexuality to be de-exceptionalized has become an ordinary queer theoretical gesture, even as her critique courses along different critical lines and carries no inkling (how could it?) of how quickly and often queer thinkers would come to find the extraordinary investment in queer both critically and politically suspect, as the ongoing elaboration of taxonomies of queer complicity and failures demonstrates (i.e. queer liberalism, neoliberal queer).12 In reading utopic ambivalence as the generative force of queer thinking, my essay sets out to track the performative pleasures the field offers in a recursivity that would otherwise offend its critical sensibilities.

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    Homos, it is important to remember, was born in a cultural environment of public dissent quite different from the one we struggle to know. The multicultural liberalism of our recent past, in which activist successes on liberalism’s traditional terrain of civil rights have been vigorously assailed as the reproductive grounds of a species of unqueer personhood that embraces, indeed celebrates, homonormative entitlements, was still to come. To be sure, Bersani prepared us to be suspicious if not wholly resistant to liberal assimilation, as his work from “Is the Rectum a Grave?” to Homos carried an unmistakable warning that the accumulation of death could engender a flight into familiar and indeed familial modes of social security as the early work of the gay marriage movement in the 1990s certainly demonstrated. But Bersani’s proto-critique of homonormativity grew from different directions, being bound to the loss of a definitional specificity in gayness that queer world-building from the outset was intent to leave behind—hence the turn from gay and lesbian to queer, and from a minoritizing mode of sexual definition, as Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick famously called it, to a tacitly universalizing one.13 While queer theorists were mining the intersections between AIDS activism and poststructuralist understandings of language, subjectivity, and culture, Homos was warning of a loss that would come with translating sexuality too seamlessly into the discourse and domain of politics as the primary value of critical thought. Hence his interest in posing the question, which reads then as much as it does now as a lament, about the emergent deployment of queer as a designation for “political rather than erotic tendencies” (2).

    Bersani well understood the gauntlet he was throwing down, as demonstrated in the book’s arresting first line that is well worth repeating: “No one wants to be called a homosexual” (1). In offering this provocation, he concedes that under the tutelage of religious fundamentalism or a closeted gay life we can understand the designation’s rejection. Even liberal straight people, he notes, who are often “most openly sympathetic with gay causes” might not want to be “mistaken for one of those whose rights they commendably defend” (1). His concern is with “homosexual activists and theorists” whose refusal to “be” homosexual is no mere “lexical” matter but an insistence, he says, “that their chosen self-designations no longer designate the reality we might assume to be indissolubly connected to whatever term is used” (1–2). Bersani, to be clear, is not dismissive of the lessons offered by the emerging dissensus, which include the knowledge that the “stabilizing of identity is inherently a disciplinary project”; that gay identity risks being “exclusionary, delineating what is easily recognizable as a white, middle-class, liberal gay identity”; and that the very conceit of sexual preference as a homo-hetero dyad “imprisons the eroticized body within a rigidly gendered sexuality” (3, 3, 4). His point—and the framework under which the essays collected in Homos proceed—is about what must be given up in order to accede to queer theory’s axiomatic anti-identitarianism. As he puts it a paragraph later: “if these suspicions of identity are necessary, they are not necessarily liberating. Gay men and lesbians have nearly disappeared into their sophisticated awareness of how they have been constructed as gay men and lesbians. … We have erased ourselves in the process of denaturalizing the epistemic and political regimes that have constructed us” (4).

    The consequences of this erasure, for Bersani, are far-reaching. On the level of identity, they have to do much less with epistemological ideals of self-knowing than with the social world of heteronormative entitlement. “If many gays now reject a homosexual identity,” Bersani writes, “… the dominant heterosexual society doesn’t need our belief in its own naturalness in order to continue exercising and enjoying the privileges of dominance” (5). In fact, he says, efforts to “resignify” and denaturalize the authority of homosexual identity “can have assimilative rather than subversive consequences” by “eliminating the indispensable grounds for resistance to, precisely, hegemonic regimes of the normal” (5, 5, 4). He writes:

    The power of those systems is only minimally contested by demonstrations of their “merely” historical character. They don’t need to be natural in order to rule; to demystify them doesn’t render them inoperative. … De-gaying gayness can only fortify homophobic oppression; it accomplishes in its own way the principal aim of homophobia: the elimination of gays. The consequence of self-erasure is … self-erasure.

    (4-5; second ellipsis in source)

    By rendering the queer critique of homosexual identity as a form of “de-gaying gayness,” Bersani makes clear that the stakes of his argument rest most fully on the matter of sexual desire. “[G]ay critiques of homosexual identity have been desexualizing discourses,” he insists, which leads him to introduce the “homo-ness … in gay desire” to anchor the book’s most sweeping and distinctly non-deconstructive claim: that within homo-ness one can find an “anticommunal mode of connectedness we might all share” (6, 7, 10). This mode, Bersani suggests, “could lead us to a salutary devaluing of difference—or, more exactly, to a notion of difference not as a trauma to be overcome … but rather as a nonthreatening supplement to sameness” (7).14 Bersani calls this supplement “‘the homo’ in all of us” (10).

    How Bersani moves from the specificity of gay desire to “‘the homo’ in all of us” is not only one of the most confounding aspects of the book but the most challenging to the emerging queer theoretic’s critical consensus. Most confounding because in pitching the value of his text to a composite entity, “all of us,” Bersani yields to the very pressure that the book otherwise, belligerently and importantly, resists by securing a universalizing destination for the specificity of gay male desire. Most challenging because in doing so he gives to gay desire a distinctly political capacity: that “inherent in gay desire is a revolutionary inaptitude for heteroized sociality” (7). This means, Bersani writes, “sociality as we know it, and the most politically disruptive aspect of the homo-ness I will be exploring in gay desire is a redefinition of sociality so radical that it may appear to require a provisional withdrawal from relationality itself” (7). Critics have long critiqued the narrow evidence on which Bersani makes these claims—how his use of Proust, Genet, and Gide provide something less than a robust archive for locating the dynamics of “gay desire”—and more than a few lesbian and lesbian feminist thinkers have proudly rejected what they take as the sheer self-absorption required to represent sexuality’s relation to patriarchal law as if Bersani’s celebration of the “gay man’s erotic joy in the penis” has revolutionary potential for “all of us” (6).

    But Bersani was not deaf to these criticisms. If anything, he took them as indicative of the critical predicament that called forth his argument in the first place, which is no doubt why the book’s rarely discussed prologue proceeds under the graphic formulation of “‘We.’” Ensconced in quote marks, this “we” is both a citation in search of the security of a referent and a fugitive from referentiality altogether. In the course of the prologue’s short ten pages it is used in multiple ways: as the familiar inflation of a singular experiential “I” into a falsely plural condition, as when Bersani uses it implicitly and explicitly to mean gay white men. At other times, it gestures toward a collectivity that might exceed such specificity without resurrecting the liberalism at the heart of identity’s constitution under the auspices of difference and multicultural diversity. Bersani is well aware of the inconsistencies that ensue. “My ‘we,’” he writes on the penultimate page of the prologue, “is constantly crossing over into the territory of other ‘we’s’.” But it is precisely such mobility that can or in his words “should create a kind of community, one that can never be settled, whose membership is always shifting. It is also a community in which many straights should be able to find a place” (9; emphasis added). If the double use of “should” here betrays an anxiety about the outcome of the critical endeavor—unveiling his own critical desire for homo-ness to be politically meaningful—it also mimics the way that “queer” was being touted as a replacement for homosexual precisely because it offered a way to signal both the instability of identity and the political utility of the mobility of alliances and attachments. It is thus no small leap to say that even as Bersani resists becoming a queer theorist, he shares and even repeats queer theory’s critical desire to overcome identitarian stasis and normative inclusion. He does this by retrieving (might we call this resignifying?) homosexuality as a force of desire not identity, of relationality not personhood, in order to offer a speculative (might we call this utopic?) outcome held in check only by the uncontrollability of outcomes of any kind. “Should.”

    These conundrums—I hesitate to call them contradictions—lead me into the thicket of queer thinking and utopic ambivalence that frames my interest in locating Bersani’s challenge to the queer theoretic in ways that account for more than the substance of his argumentative demurrals.15 For Bersani is not against the queer theoretic’s critical desire or the reparation it seeks in its turn away from homosexuality to exact the exceptionalism it craves for a project not just of resistant but of rebellious critical thought, one that can carry forth the drive for a world other than the one we know without being upended by acquiescence, betrayal, or the sheer burnout that comes from holding onto optimism in the face of what is. On the contrary, the queer thinking he sets into motion under the framework of gay desire is wholly in sync with the commitment to destablization and critical disorder that has always been a hallmark of queer theory, the agency of its own self-interrogation and the means by which its practitioners continue to distance themselves from its consolidations and political errors. In this regard, Homos makes clear that queer thinking is not other to the theoretic but part of its critical engine and political lifeline, serving then as now as the anti-institutional impulse that simultaneously motivates and corrects the disciplining protocols that the queer theoretic repeatedly threatens to beget.16 On the one hand, then, we have Bersani in Homos: anti-communal, anti-assimilation, anti-identitarian, antisocial. On the other, we have queer commentary ever since: antinormative, anti-institutional, anti-identitarian, antisocial, anti-antisocial and even, if you insist, anti-antinormative.

    From this perspective, the utopic ambivalence that generates queer thinking is foundational, both animating the political desire of the field and the psychic and rhetorical structure of its ongoing discontent. Lest my language mislead, let me emphasize that utopic ambivalence is not isolatable as two positions that can be said to collide or divide—one affirmative and future oriented, the other stalled and riven from within. The two words forge an affective singularity, what I want to call queer theory’s formative disposition, which coagulates the promise of critical and political transgression of queer thinking with a host of field-cancelling hesitations.17 In Homos, it names the conflict-ridden meeting place between the political and critical discourses of a receding past—i.e. homosexuality; gay and lesbian studies—and the theoretical critique of identity identified, paradoxically, by queer in order to resist the emerging calculus of how and indeed whether (homo)sexuality will be the or even an object of critical value. If, in the twenty-five plus years since Homos was published, the field has been institutionalized under this nomination, it has been so by doubling down on Bersani’s resistance, not to side with his reclamation of gayness but to partake in the critical motion of the complexly affirmative force his thinking so powerfully reveals.

    One can see this utopic ambivalence at work in recent discussions that mobilize queer thinking to resist not only the activist movements that align with civil rights demands to the state but also the normativities, blind spots, and political failures seen as consequences of the institutionalization of the academic project. A case in point is the 2020 special issue of Social Text, declaratively titled “Left of Queer.” Here “left” works in multiple ways, heralding a political position that refuses the liberalism of race blindness and multicultural inclusion (evoked in the introduction via the figure of Barack Obama) while also designating a frame for excavating what liberal and US-centric configurations of queer theory have left out. By situating the issue “left of the current mainstreaming and institutionalization of queer studies” and amidst the “remainders of queer theory,” the editors collate the contributions in the volume to a set of “‘third terms’, debility, indigeneity, and trans,” in order to both recall and extend “the radical potential of queer critique beyond the politics of normalization” (5, 4, 2, 5). In this formulation, “queer critique” operates as both a synonym for and mode of queer thinking, one that seeks to evade normalization and institutionalization in nearly all of its registers, leading the editors to define a new horizon for “the next iterations of queer theorizing,” what they describe as “an antinational, nonnational, and no-state queer theory oriented to the art, to borrow a concept from James C. Scott, ‘of not being governed’” (18). While this concept derives, quite famously, from Michel Foucault’s 1978 essay “What is Critique?”, the displacement of the citation performs the volume’s ambivalently held promise of securing a future for the queer theoretic that leaves perceived queer assimilations and geopolitical exceptionalisms behind.18

    And yet, no matter how politically potent this genealogical invention is, the afterword to “Left of Queer” makes clear that there is a familiar loss to be suffered by what authors Eng-Beng Lim and Tavia Nyong’o tellingly refer to as the issue’s “queer program” (153). They write: “A final thought, an almost embarrassing query: what is left of sex in this latest queer program? … What does the absent presence of sex … tell us about how we think about the future queer?” (153-54).19 While the authors suggest a few figures that might return sex to the discussion without ruining the project of being to the left of queer—”genre-defying porn makers, queer sex workers, and trashy artists”—they nonetheless work hard to overcome their Bersani-like suspicions that a queer theoretical project that stakes its anti-institutional identity on a critical project of political redemption risks abandoning the messy excesses of sexuality altogether (154). “If tarrying with perversities was once a seduction with queer desire and erotic form,” they write, “how is its transmogrification into the immaculately programmatic, or in the theoretical quagmire of the leaderless Left, going to produce the kind of teachable ecstasy that we once held dear in our classrooms, subcultural spheres, and fantasy playgrounds? Or are they to be no more? We hope not” (154).

    It is no surprise that Bersani goes uncited here. His work in Homos, after all, easily falls under the charge of seduction in its backward leaning interest in gay desire and erotic form, along with its archive’s circumscription, no matter his contention, of the referential yield of “we.” But even if he were cited, even if the embarrassing query could reconfigure the critical authority and political desire of the “immaculately programmatic,” even if sex could be had without first stipulating a sexually transgressive taxonomy, queer theory would still be the institutionalizing figure of ongoing error. There is no queer theoretic without the queer thinking that sets itself against it, just as there is no value to queer thinking without the utopic ambivalence that runs through it. In making this declaration, I am in no way advocating that attention to the analytic terms and critical rhetorics that structure and sustain the terrain of argument be suspended, or that the keen insights of over four decades of queer commentary as it has tried to register its own historicity be abandoned. What we contest—with the social, with one another—matters. But it is not the only thing that matters, especially not when the pleasure the field grants us comes from performing the belief that we are wholly undisciplined by it. At stake in this performance is a resistance we have yet to name: for no matter how insistent the rhetorical claim (and critical intention) to be against disciplinary practices, our interpretative practices are positively amnestic when it comes to acknowledging the pleasure unleashed by laying down the law, including those that govern what can and cannot qualify as queer, queerness, and queer resistance.

    I think Biddy Martin touches on something akin to this in the essay I echo in my title, though her ultimate interests and foci do not match my own. Coupled with other writing during the same period, “Extraordinary Homosexuals and the Fear of Being Ordinary” takes aim at what Martin perceives as the underlying gender order of the emerging queer theoretic, with its antiidentitarianism seeming to reference—and reject—lesbian and feminist identifications as well as practices of everyday life that involve the unsexy and heavily gendered domestic sphere.20 For Martin, ordinary worlds are ones occupied (at least in large part) by women while prevailing constructions of queerness are held in thrall to “the lure of an existence without limit, without bodies or psyches, and certainly without mothers” (123). Her polemic was not an unfamiliar one at the time, and would be countered four years later by Lauren Berlant and Michael Warner, who took themselves as targets of her critique. “We think our friend Biddy might be referring to us,” they write before unfurling their powerful rebuttal (“Sex in Public,” 557).21 But Berlant and Warner had not published together when Martin’s essay appeared in 1994; their “What Does Queer Theory Teach Us about X?” came out in 1995, followed by “Sex in Public” in 1998.22 One doesn’t have to look very hard to see that the unnamed culprit behind Martin’s invective against “the romantic celebration of queerness or homo-ness” is Bersani’s “The Gay Outlaw,” which appeared, as I’ve noted, as the lead piece in the special issue of Diacritics Martin edited with Butler (123). Bersani, whose Diacritics essay introduces readers to the arguments of Homos and forges from Jean Genet’s writing about rimming and anal intercourse the opening salvo of his polemic in favor of “the antirelationality inherent in all homoness” (“The Gay Outlaw,” 10). The irony of course is that the extraordinary homosexual Martin saw in the deft and furious analysis of “The Gay Outlaw” was for Bersani as much a scene of loss as of celebration and subversion, as his deliberation on the political and deconstructive allegiances of queer theory at the outset of Homos would make perfectly clear.

    I’m not suggesting that Martin and Bersani were in the end anything like comrades in the antagonisms that erupted as queer theory took on the identity politics of gay and lesbian studies and committed itself to the anti-Enlightenment hermeneutics of poststructuralism. On the contrary, the threat they each sought to register came from different directions, with Bersani’s turn to homo-ness as a reclamation of gay desire serving as an affront to Martin’s investments in the ordinariness of everyday lesbian worlds. Still, I can’t help think, all these years later, that the disjunction between them—Bersani, with his lament that no one wants to be a homosexual and Martin, with her irritation at extraordinary homosexuals—would come to an unlikely convergence as the figure of the homosexual, no less than sexuality itself, lost epistemological ground in the burgeoning archive that we now call queer theory. We could say in fact that Martin got what she wished for—the debunking of the fantasy of extraordinary homosexuals—even if we now know that the “radical anti-normativity” she decried did not need extraordinary homosexuals (or extraordinary queers for that matter) to do its taxonomic and ambivalent utopic work. As to Bersani, his attempt in Homos to hold on to desire while finding a way for gayness to persist in the impersonality of anticommunal and antisocial relations did deliver the tantalizing promise to redeem politics—until it didn’t.

    From the perspective of these ruminations, what appears most salient to me in the long durée of queer theory is the endurance of its insistence, no matter the losses it has suffered, on pursuing the political promises that compel it. That those promises are ambivalently held is one of my main points, which is why I think the pleasure the field offers in the utopic ambivalence that drives queer thinking is one it can’t let go. Is this situation and the recursivity that enables it to be lamented or applauded? Indulged, disciplined, or merely observed? These choices are already overdetermined by the relationship between loss and pleasure that I have been tracking, where losing what one desires—a queer queerness, a queer theory that doesn’t betray its queerness—is now foundational to making one’s way back to finding it again. If all this feels, at times, a bit exhausting, it’s possible, as I’ve discovered in writing this essay, to take pleasure in that too.

    Robyn Wiegman is Professor of Literature and Gender, Sexuality and Feminist Studies at Duke University and author of Object Lessons (2012), American Anatomies: Theorizing Race and Gender (1995), and numerous anthologies that focus on the institutional and political formation of identity knowledges. Her editorial work includes special issues on “Autotheory,” “Queer Theory Without Antinormativity” and “Sexual Politics, Sexual Panics,” which won the best special issue award from the Council of Editors of Learned Journals in 2019. She is the former director of Women’s Studies at both Duke and UC Irvine.

    Notes

    My thanks to the editors of this issue for comments on early drafts and to Austin Svedjan, in particular, for organizing the 2022 MLA panel on “Homos at 25,” which served as the initial prompt for my re-engagement with Bersani’s book. I also thank Julien Fischer, Zahid Chaudhary, and Jennifer Nash for their insightful comments on my argument and its rhetorical and organizational execution.

    1. “The Gay Outlaw” is the lead essay in the special issue, titled “Critical Crossings,” Butler and Martin organized around the concept of “Cross-Identifications” in order to expand the journal’s official invitation to focus the issue on gay and lesbian studies. Queer theory, they write in their brief introduction, “has promised to complicate assumptions about routes of identification and desire. We wanted to test that promise by soliciting essays that analyze critical, even surprising, boundary crossings,” especially “work that interrogates the problem of cross-identification within and across race and postcolonial studies, gender theory, and theories of sexuality” (3). The issue includes essays by Diana Fuss, Valerie Smith, Harryette Mullen, Phillip Brian Harper, Elizabeth A. Povinelli, Parveen Adams, and Carolyn Dinshaw, among others.

    2. Robert A. Caserio hones in on this sentence in the opening foray of his introduction to the PMLA forum on the antisocial thesis in 2006, which we might designate retrospectively as the canonizing moment for both the antisocial thesis and Bersani’s leading contribution to it. Notably Bersani is not a participant in the debate. Tim Dean, Lee Edelman, Jack Halberstam, and José Esteban Muñoz sketch what will become the thesis’s signature contentions, with the latter’s contribution, “Thinking Beyond Antirelationality and Antiutopianism in Queer Critique,” serving now as the inaugural queer of color intervention into antisocial theorizing. Muñoz develops his critique of the antirelational (more so than antisocial) in Cruising Utopia by rejecting the ontological implications of Lacanian theory in favor of an emphasis on everyday life, ethical aesthetics, and intimate public spheres through an allegiance to the Marxian-Freudian tradition of the Frankfurt School, specifically Ernst Bloch. For a somewhat counterintuitive engagement with Cruising Utopia, see Marasco, who uses Muñoz’s method of hope to develop a “method of despair” to assemble Georges Bataille’s archive of antifascist thought (5).

    3. In Sex, Or the Unbearable, Lauren Berlant and Lee Edelman seek to “reformulate … the antisocial thesis” in ways that take the psychic dissolution of the self as preamble to the constitution of nonsovereignty as a political and ethical necessity (xiii). While they admit that the book lacks the sex of its title, their conversation explores the complexity of negativity and self-decomposition as an encounter with and not against the social itself. See my long form review of the book, which touches on a variety of issues at stake in this special issue (Wiegman, “Sex”).

    4. Let me emphasize the importance of the qualifier “named” in this sentence as there are now multiple genealogies for queer theory or its doppelganger queer studies, not all of which hew to the high notes of the poststructuralist influence on critical theory that swept the humanities in the US university in the 1980s. It is nonetheless that genealogy, usefully delineated by Annamarie Jagose in her wide-ranging introduction to the field in 1997, that concerns Bersani in his introduction to Homos. For a provocative argument that the poststructuralist queer project has run its course by revealing its absolute incompatibility with emancipatory politics, see Penny. For genealogies that turn toward queer criticism’s entanglements with feminism writ large and with women of color feminism in particular, see Holland; Hong and Ferguson; and Huffer. And for a compellingly comprehensive review of the multiple trajectories and unsettled origin of queer theory, see Amin.

    5. For early reviews of the book, see Patrick Paul Garlinger, who derides Homos for its “fear of femininity” and its ultimate inability to differentiate between a theory of gender and one of sexual difference (56); and David Halperin, who calls it an “elegant and infuriating new book”—elegant because of the force of its writing, infuriating because it not only collapses “the distinction between sexual and political powerplays,” but employs such a “passion for disidentification” that its author must “distinguish himself from a crowd of thinkers who hold ideological positions identical to his own … by means of an argument which most would totally reject.” See also Kopelson; and Knadler.

    6. In his review of Homos, Halperin aptly describes the book as an attempt to “depoliticize homosexuality (at least provisionally), to return it to its specificity as a sexual practice, to treat it not as either central or marginal but rather as a crime against civilisation, an attack on the foundations of social life as we know it, a challenge to the very possibility of human ‘relationality’ or community. Only if it is understood in such an uncompromising fashion can homosexuality once again become politically productive.” The recursivity that queer thinking enables is strikingly apparent here, as the very purpose of detaching homosexuality from politics is the necessary predicate for politicizing homosexuality. Only by severing the tie (to homosexuality, to identity, to the demand for a political instrumentality) can the queer theoretic’s political commitment be renewed.

    7. While my inquiry is organized predominantly around Bersani, I am hopeful that other contributions to this special issue will attend to “the sociality of antisocial theorizing” by taking on the now calcified opposition between the antisocial and the anti-antisocial (also called the relational and collective). This calcification largely pits Edelman’s distinctly Lacanian reading of queerness in No Future against Muñoz’s reclamation of futurity in Cruising Utopia through a binary inscription of race that ascribes negativity, self-shattering, and the symbolic reign of the Child to an untheorized whiteness, and the communal, utopic, and social to minoritized subjects. Such an opposition has too often occluded the ways in which negativity is central to Muñoz’s thought, as Mari Ruti has discussed in her commitment to moving “Beyond the Antisocial-Social Divide” (130). But while Ruti insists on the universality of negativity for queer critique, she concludes that “much of the blame for the rancor must be placed on Edelman’s side” given that “the kind of radical self-dissolution that [he] celebrates can only be undertaken from a position of relative security … [as] those who lead economically precarious lives (that is, subjects whose claim to symbolic identity is shaky to begin with)—simply cannot afford to abandon themselves to the jouissance of the death drive” (125). In this, Ruti comes close to defining the relationship to the death drive in volitional terms, which simultaneously ignores the specificity of the drive in psychoanalytic thought and mutes the conceptual incommensurabilities between Edelman and Muñoz’s work. For my take on this, see Wiegman, “Sex,” as well as related conversations about negativity and antisociality in Bliss; Tim Dean; Marriott; and Weiner and Young.

    8. This is not a stab against institutionalization, which I have never been against in that now-canonical way that figures it as the usurper of queer critique’s radicality, as if the priority we give to the political requires the fantasy that we are always outside that which we critique, not bound up in it or even, if antagonistically, bound to it. More to the point, if institutions have betrayed us, it is surely the case that we have also needed them to fail as prerequisite to the promise of our political and critical exceptionality. These matters are very much entwined with the difficult impasse of a cultural present in which no progressive achievement is surviving the rise of theocratic authoritarianism in the breach created by liberalism’s spectacular historical demise, one we’ve wished for but with a far different result in mind. For a discussion of how the anti-disciplinarity in Gender Studies is a form of cruel optimism we seem to need, see Wiegman, “Loss.”

    9. A full itinerary of these arguments would be incomplete and no doubt contentious in itself. But as I see it, the demise of poststructuralism’s explanatory power and political purchase has fractured whatever security it held as referent and synonym for “theory” in the last decades of the twentieth century, giving rise to a number of theoretical turns—affect, new materialisms, the posthuman alongside issues of governmentality, neocolonialism, and neoliberalism—that parse the social, historical, and subjective in ways that revise and extend more so than cancel some of poststructuralism’s primary concerns, albeit in ways that displace the centrality of the discursive.

    10. To be clear: no one—certainly not this writer or this special issue—escapes implication here, no matter how much rhetorical work might be spent on idealizing, in the name of queer thinking, one’s otherness to the field’s own formation of institutional power.

    11. If it seems that I am poking the bear here by raising the specter of what Austin Svedjan calls retrospectively the “Normativity Wars,” my point is not to resuscitate an earlier attempt to consider the distinctly disciplinary force of the field’s axiomatic commitment to antinormativity (1). That attempt was pretty much kicked to the curb at the outset through passionate defenses of antinormativity as the means by which queer theory differentiates its analytic and political force from oppressive regimes of various kinds, including those that arise from the exclusive commitments of a virulent homophobic world (see Wiegman and Wilson; Halberstam; Duggan). But nearly a decade on and in the midst of the far right’s own antinormativity project, it is perhaps possible to wonder if normativity as antagonist can outlive the demise of liberalism and the institutions and subject formations it has generated. I say this not simply because of the way in which normativity is historically wed to the economic and political culture that liberalism has sustained but also because of the felt urgency of our now, which increasingly finds liberalism in ruins not from left progressive or socialist successes but from the expansive rise of white Christo-nationalist illiberalism and its authoritarian compact with zombie capitalism. In no way does this dismiss the utter failure of liberal institutions to serve as anything more than a structural alibi for the “softer” forms of violence—what Chandan Reddy calls “freedom with violence.” My point is simply that at a time when the genres of liberal affect—what Lauren Berlant aptly named cruel optimism—are being outpaced by a widespread and politically diverse apocalyptic imaginary of world endings, the axiomatic antinormativity of queer commentary, in both the domain of theory and the queer thinking that renews and reconfigures it, seems increasingly out of sorts as a framework for understanding the neo of neoliberalism. On this final point, see especially Brown (RuinsUndoing); Cherniavsky; Jodi Dean; and McClanahan.

    12. It is of course the case that in defining the ways in which queerness, queers, and/or queer theory have become incorporated into or complacent with either historical structures of oppression (settler colonialist, white supremacist, patriarchal, capitalist, etc.) or theoretical traditions scarred by their own blind spots or misbegotten allegiances (liberalism, deconstruction, psychoanalysis, etc.), there remains a deep investment in the potential radicality of queer nonetheless. Gila Ashtor’s recent book, Homo Psyche, is interesting in this regard as its critique of the displacement of sexuality in queer work—what Ashtor calls erotophobia—holds forth a promise of fulfilling the erotophilic inventions of queer theory. Methodologically, she writes, the book “provides queer theory with an evaluative process that has been elusive in preceding critical endeavors: a technique for marking precisely where, in political-ethical arguments that promise an extreme repudiation of oppressive ideological norms, the uncritical dependence on normative psychological assumptions perpetuates erotophobic formulations that misrecognize the complexity of queer erotic lives and thereby prevent queer critique from elaborating a subversion of sexuality’s status quo” (9).

    13. In Epistemology of the Closet Sedgwick uses this language to describe the operations of the homo/heterosexual distinction. On the one hand, she writes, the distinction is “of active importance primarily for a small, distinct, relatively fixed homosexual minority (what I refer to as a minoritizing view)” while on the other hand, it is “of continuing, determinative importance in the lives of people across the spectrum of sexualities (what I refer to as a universalizing view)” (1). Homophobia, Sedgwick argues, insinuates itself into both approaches, which allows it to move at times effortlessly as an attack on sexual minorities and as a mode of universal sexual regulation.

    14. In his 2014 conversation with Tuhkanen, Bersani inserted a critique of his approach to sameness in Homos while responding to a question about his relation to the antisocial thesis and the role attributed to him:

    Apparently I’m put in the same category as Lee Edelman; to some queer theorists we’re the bad guys because we’re presumably “antisocial.” Well, I suppose he is more uncompromising about “negativity” than I am. Already in Homos I was trying to think of connectedness, that is, trying to adapt the idea of “correspondences of form” to psychic correspondences; I was thinking of homosexuality as a kind of psychic correspondence of sameness. This now strikes me as taking the sameness in same-sex desire too literally … sameness is obviously not the only thing between gay people, and there’s more difference very often between two gay people than there is between a gay person and a straight person. So the argument in Homos strikes me as a somewhat unfortunate application of the idea of correspondences and connectedness. But to the extent that I was, and have always been, interested in the Foucauldian idea of “new relational modes,” it seemed to me that the precondition for such modes has to be a kind of antisocial breaking-down of relations.

    (Bersani, “Rigorously” 280)

    15. The demand for non-contradictory writing is always a demand not simply to be fully self-knowing, but for language to be a perfect match for that knowing. It’s a harsh and farcical expectation for any writer to bear, which might be why the writer-as-critic rarely demurs from the pleasure of accusation when the text in question is not their own.

    16. Lauren Berlant and Michael Warner also argued in 1995—the same year that Homos appeared—against the consolidation of what they called “queer commentary” into a seemingly knowable entity, which was their way of trying to maintain the queerness of queer critical practices in the decade of the emergence of a distinct field of study called queer theory (343). Of course, their anti-institutional warrant appeared in the pages of PMLA, an irony of sorts that has now been repeated multiple times in special issues, guest columns, and book projects that have sought to pre- and post-date the queer theoretic with modes of queer thinking that can outrun its sedimentations into a “theory,” “tradition,” or “identity.”

    17. Queer commentary’s response to the decriminalization of sodomy in Lawrence v Texas is a case in point, as the seeming civil rights success was met with much disdain that homosexuality was being domesticated and homosexuals divided by heightened governmental regulation of sexuality. See for instance Franke; Hunter; and Ruskola.

    18. Displacement is also a mode of fetishization, which is always the risk that attends critiques of US exceptionalism that figure the geopolitical “elsewhere” as the fantastical ground of the American Americanist’s post-imperial thinking. In this case, the use of Scott’s 2009 book (erroneously listed in the bibliography as 2004) invents a genealogy for the field that displaces the European focus of The History of Sexuality, offering instead a project whose subtitle, The Anarchist History of Upland Southeast Asia, points to the book’s elaboration of a region that is not incorporated into any nation state. Anarchism is thus heralded as queer theory’s proper political future in a critical move that paradoxically produces the figure of the “ungovernable” as a critical demand. Notably, in the cited text, Scott also offers no nod to Foucault in describing the origins of the book’s title. While the matter of citational ownership is always a vexed one, the absence of reference to the Foucauldian resonance of “the art of not being governed” seems quite crucial to the political project of moving “left of queer.”

    19. Lim and Nyong’o offer an interesting footnote that opens the door for reengaging the queer of color critique of the antisocial thesis by highlighting the importance of the issue’s turn to new materialisms and objectless critique. They write:

    The engagement of this issue with object-oriented materialisms, old and new, inspires us to revisit briefly a polemic otherwise (somewhat gratefully) absent from these pages. We refer to the so-called antirelational thesis in queer theory, especially insofar as it inspired a particularly trenchant response from queer of color critique. In some ways, the invitation that objectless critique provides to move away from life/death binarisms and instead to move toward the new animacies given to us by life/nonlife geontologies might also provide avenues for revisiting what was at stake in the fierce resistance of many queer critics of color to embracing the death drive or social death as paradigmatic of minoritarian existence. (emphasis added)

    (152)

    The specification of the “or” here points toward an increasingly vast archive in Black studies that considers the ways in which the ontology of antiblackness functions as the condition of the social and its coveted invention, the human. See especially Sexton; Warren; and Wilderson.

    20. See also Martin, “Sexualities without Genders and Other Queer Utopias,” first published in the special issue of Diacritics in which “The Gay Outlaw” appeared.

    21. “To be against normalization,” Berlant and Warner insist, “is not to be afraid of ordinariness. Nor is it to advocate the ‘existence without limit’ [Martin] sees as produced by bad Foucauldians. Nor is it to decide that sentimental identifications with family and children are waste or garbage, or make people into waste or garbage. … What we have been arguing here is that the space of sexual culture has become obnoxiously cramped from the work of maintaining a normal metaculture” (557). If Martin ever responded to Berlant and Warner, it wasn’t in print, but I’m sure she noticed that “Sex in Public” underscored one of her main points by making erotic vomiting its most enduring sex scene.

    22. In addition to the problem of publication dates, there aren’t actually any extraordinary homosexuals in “Sex in Public.” Even the riveting scene of a performance of erotic vomiting in a leather bar reveals its queer nature: “Word has gone around that the boy is straight,” Berlant and Warner write. “We want to know: What does that mean in this context?” (565).

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  • Queer Beyond Repair: Psychoanalysis and the Case for Negativity in Queer of Color Critique

    Bobby Benedicto (bio)

    Abstract

    This essay offers a critical examination of the established opposition between queer of color critique and the antisocial thesis. It challenges the widely rehearsed claim that the ethics of negativity associated with the antisocial thesis is premised on a position of (white gay male) privilege and questions the corollary, conceptual alignment of racialized queer subjects with repair and affirmation. Ultimately, the essay argues that saying no to negativity in the name of race means depriving the “queer of color” of that which allows it to say that it is other than the difference it represents.

    In 1996, the minnesota review published one of the most scathing responses to Homos in Stephen Knadler’s damningly titled “Leo Bersani and the Nostalgia for White Male Radicalism.” Taking issue with the book’s claim that a radical ethics might be derived from a model of relationality that devalorizes difference in favor of a “desire to repeat, to expand, to intensify the same” of one’s self (Homos 149), Knadler argues that Bersani offers no “real social vision” (174) and that beneath his investment in sameness or “homo-ness” lies a retrograde longing for the return of a “racially hygienic radicalism” (170) in which white gay men might find themselves free from “empathetic identification with women and minorities” (174). While Bersani understands the logic of difference as inseparable from the paranoid egoic defenses that, for him, serve as the psychic foundation for violence writ large, Knadler sees the call to unseat difference and embrace self-negating homo-relations as a defensive gesture in and of itself, an attempt to push back against an emerging “world where white men, forced to recognize the self-authorized identities of African Americans, Asians, and Latinos, can no longer displace their own selves onto the other with impunity” (174–75). Built on “dreams of a community where relations are no longer held hostage … to the demands for an intimate knowledge of the other,” the true aim of Bersani’s “revolutionary re-organization” of the social, Knadler argues, is “to snuff out multiculturalism in gay jouissance” (170, 174).

    While Knadler’s review at times crosses into hyperbole (he says, for instance, that we “should not fail to detect the white supremacism beneath [Bersani’s] liberationist rhetoric” [174]), the general line of criticism he lays out has proved enduring. Its echoes can be heard most clearly in José Esteban Muñoz’s contribution to the 2005 MLA forum on the “antisocial thesis” in queer theory, where he famously describes “antirelational approaches” as “the gay white man’s last stand”: “romances of negativity” animated by a desire to distance queerness from “contamination by race, gender, or other particularities,” modes of “wishful thinking, invest(ed) in deferring various dreams of difference” (“Thinking” 825). Like Knadler before him, Muñoz sees the embrace of negativity as the expression of a privileged positionality covertly elevated to universal status, a view he would go on to elaborate in Cruising Utopia, where he charges Lee Edelman’s No Future with deploying a “white gay male crypto-identity politics” that restages “whiteness as a universal norm via the imaginary negation of all other identities that position themselves as not white” (95). Unlike Knadler’s review, however, which portrays Bersani as the lone holdout from a bygone era of gay studies, Muñoz’s critique casts Bersani and Edelman together as representatives of a “turn in queer criticism,” a dominant albeit “faltering” paradigm, the insights of which had grown “routine and resoundingly uncritical,” having been “stunted” by an infatuation with negativity and an overinvestment in “scenes of jouissance, which are always described as shattering orgasmic ruptures often associated with gay male sexual abandon or self-styled risky behavior” (“Thinking” 826; Cruising 14). Muñoz’s critique, in other words, not only extends a set of objections from Bersani to Edelman; it also renders those objections in intellectual historical terms, and, in so doing, introduces into queer studies a narrative frame that would relegate negativity, particularly as articulated by (Freudo-Lacanian) psychoanalysis, to the field’s “white gay male” past and that would stake its future, in turn, on the corrective of a “reparative hermeneutics,” an “anti-antiutopianism” exemplified, most notably, by the work of scholars addressing “the particularities of queers of color and their politics” (“Thinking” 826).1

    This narrative has since been woven into the field’s common sense and has paved the way for the now axiomatic rejection of the negativity associated with the “antirelational turn” on the grounds of a double-sided claim: that theories of self-negation require a white gay male subject, or, more broadly, a position of privilege; and that the interest of those who do not share in that privilege lies in reparative approaches.2 The investment in the latter is reflected in the emergence of a recognizable interpretative frame, through which queer cultural or aesthetic practices are read as generative of alternative or ameliorative forms of intimacy, kinship, care, selfhood, sociality, relationality, and so on, and extolled, in turn, as nods towards queer futures or worlds, or as evidence of a certain capacity to imagine things “otherwise.”3 While there are important differences among the works that address such terms, the frame itself speaks to the broad consensus that has formed around Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick’s call to counter the hypervigilant, “paranoid” structure of critique or the hermeneutics of suspicion with a reparative reading practice that instead centers “the many ways in which selves and communities succeed in extracting sustenance from the objects of a culture—even of a culture whose avowed desire has often been not to sustain them” (“Paranoid” 35).4 In queer of color critique, the reparative consensus seems especially clear, as much of the literature that comprises the field now appears to reflect a shared commitment to illuminating the productive dimensions of queer existence, or to reading for practices that allow queer subjects to “reclaim and remake selfhood” (Musser, Sensual 12), “access social recognition and intelligibility” (Nguyen 205), “protect some form of autonomy in their day-to-day experience” (moore 18), or “[create] meaning and pleasure anew from the recycled scraps of dominant cultures” (Rodríguez 136).5

    Reparative reading has been so fully embraced that one could argue that it has become precisely what the paranoid mode once was or is said to have been: “nearly automatic in queer studies,” even a “prescriptive article of faith” (Muñoz, “Thinking” 826; Sedgwick, “Introduction” 277). Indeed, Sedgwick’s critique of paranoid reading as an overly anticipatory practice that forecloses “surprises” appears to have engendered a kind of paranoia about paranoia itself, an aversion to critique that authorizes only the repeated rediscovery of what might be the least surprising of discoveries: namely, that people find ways to deal, to endure, to “extract sustenance” and even pleasure from the objects of culture and conditions they are given (Benedicto, “On Writing”).6 While it may be true, in other words, that the hermeneutics of suspicion anticipates objects in advance and hence “always finds the mirages and failures for which it looks” (Berlant 123), the reparative impulse has proven to be just as anticipatory: it also always finds the ameliorative practices on which it pins its hopes (Benedicto, “On Writing”). The reparative impulse always finds such practices, however, because it insulates the reader’s cherished objects and attachments from suspicion; it brackets from the outset those modes of critique that would only threaten to undo the subject’s attempt to carve out a place for itself, to “assemble … something like a whole” (Sedgwick, “Paranoid” 8).

    Not all works that adopt the paranoid position are, for this reason, refused in the name of repair. Works that might be described as forms of ideological and institutional critique, in particular, are generally amenable to reparative projects, as they employ a hermeneutics of suspicion that is directed only outwards and that is thus able to supply the kind of oppositional coordinates needed for any notion of self or world to cohere. The writings of Bersani and Edelman, however, are in essence irreconcilable with reparative aims, for not only do they fail to contribute to the “additive and accretive” processes of self- and world-making (Sedgwick, “Paranoid” 27), they insist on the critical importance of that which must be subtracted in order for such processes to proceed: the resistance to assemblage that inheres within the subject itself, the negativity that psychoanalysis locates specifically in “sexuality.”7 I will say more about the account of sexuality that underwrites the antisocial thesis, and Bersani’s work especially, in the section that follows. Suffice it to say for now that the emphasis the antisocial thesis places on sexuality cannot be seen as the mere privileging of one axis of difference over others, nor as the reflection of a disinterest in difference per se, for what that emphasis represents is an insistence on the “phenomenon of the subject’s displacement, its failure to coincide with itself,” that is, its difference from itself (Copjec, “Sexual” 204). In other words, the antisocial thesis, like psychoanalysis more broadly, attends to the difference effaced by “dreams of difference” based on social categories; it draws our attention to the “intimate relation that links the subject indissolubly to its own otherness” (200), the alienation that resides in the subject’s division and that cannot be represented as “difference” within the symbolic field.

    Thus, while it is often said that critics such as Bersani and Edelman embrace negativity in order to erase the subject, it would be more accurate to say that they maintain negativity because the resistance to being rendered “whole,” to coincidence with signifiers of difference, is where psychoanalysis locates subjectivity as such. The idea that something of the subject itself is lost when negativity is ceded is overlooked in the prevailing critique of the antisocial thesis, where the affirmation of negativity is said to involve “an escape via singularity … whose price most cannot afford” (Muñoz, Cruising 96), or a relinquishing of mastery that others do not possess (Musser, Sensational 15). Echoing Muñoz, for instance, Mari Ruti argues that “radical self-dissolution … can only be undertaken from a position of relative security … [D]eprivileged subjects—many women, racialized subjects, and those who lead economically precarious lives … simply cannot afford to abandon themselves to the jouissance of the death drive in the way that more secure subjects might be tempted (or even compelled) to do” (125). Arguing against what she sees as Edelman’s overly negative reading of Lacan, Ruti punctuates her critique with a retort that harks back to Knadler’s review of Homos: Not everyone, she writes, “wishes to snuff out the subject in a frenzy of suicidal jouissance” (42). In this essay, I want to challenge this familiar refrain by offering a close re-reading of Bersani’s “Is the Rectum a Grave?” since it is in certain responses to this essay that one finds symptomatic misreadings of self-negation or self-shattering as an agential practice of transgression. The horrific context in which Bersani’s essay was written already complicates the claim that an ethics of self-negation requires a model of subjectivity removed from conditions of precarity and vulnerability. Far from insulated from such conditions, the essay in fact draws out a relationship between the violence of social negation and the ontological negativity that sexuality’s aberrant nature registers for all, and, in view of that relationship, issues a prescient warning against turning away from self-loss in the name of repair. In reading Bersani this way, however, I do not mean to suggest that he is able to account for questions of race and racial difference.8 Bersani’s failure to address such questions is rather the starting point for a closer examination of what ontological negativity means for the racialized subject. Using the figure of castration to rethink the relationship between ontological negativity and social negation as well as the tension between queer of color critique and psychoanalysis, I argue that in order to address the violence that accrues under the sign of “race” it is necessary that we retain—against the reparative imperative to seek “something like a whole”—an account of negativity as the lack of being that is both universal and irreparable.

    II

    In Sensual Excess: Queer Femininity and Brown Jouissance, Amber Musser offers the following restatement of the familiar critique of the antisocial thesis described above. Referring specifically to Bersani’s account of self-shattering, she writes:

    By now, the description of jouissance during sex that Leo Bersani proffers in “Is the Rectum a Grave?” is ubiquitous. Bersani uses it to articulate the pleasures of anal sex at the height of the AIDS emergency, when sex between men was imagined as a death sentence. He uses jouissance to undermine the homophobic imaginary of “the intolerable image of a grown man, legs high in the air, unable to refuse the suicidal ecstasy of being a woman.” … Bersani’s essay has been much analyzed, so I will not dwell on its many complexities here, but I am interested in complicating this idea of penetration as self-shattering. As others, including myself, have argued, Bersani is writing from the position where one has a self to shatter, which is to say a position of already inhabiting sovereign subjectivity. This is phallic jouissance.

    (72–73)

    I quote this passage at length because it opens with a fact and ends with a claim that together raise some immediate questions for me: Can gay men “at the height of the AIDS emergency” be described as inhabiting a position of “sovereign subjectivity”? If not, if one accepts that gay men in toto were vulnerable, even abject and disposable at the time, then what is at stake in describing a critic such as Bersani, writing in the shadow of a “death sentence,” as nonetheless having a “self to shatter?” What calculus, what accounts of “sovereignty” and vulnerability, enable us to cast the self-shattering subject as a representative of the former and not the latter, and what do those accounts keep us from seeing in Bersani’s “much analyzed” essay, chief among the “many complexities” of which surely must be its having been written in the face of genocidal neglect, of a thinly veiled “murderous judgment” (Is the Rectum 30)? I raise these questions, somewhat pointedly I admit, only to draw attention to the routine way that critics, when claiming that theories of self-shattering, of a negativity intrinsic to all subjects, do not speak to conditions of genuine precarity, seem to forget the context in which its most famous formulation was crafted, or only recall the context in purely perfunctory fashion. Indeed, in some cases, the context of HIV/AIDS goes entirely unacknowledged, which then sets the stage for some strongly-worded versions of this complaint, as when Ruti argues, for instance, that “models of self-undoing … are characterized by the heroism of a subject who is able to endure its own death (a bit like Jesus),” or posits that those who are “drawn to theories of self-dissolution” are those “whose symbolic investments protect them from the more shattering frequencies of life” (186, 126).

    Such comments are particularly striking when one considers how the very forcefulness of “Is the Rectum a Grave?” derives from the audacity of the position Bersani takes. As David Kurnick points out, the excitement of the essay comes precisely from seeing Bersani hold to an ethics of self-loss even while facing the “apocalyptic historical surround” of the AIDS crisis, his unwillingness to forgo “the risk of the sexual” despite the unendurable consequences to which it would become linked (110, 109). In other words, the strength of the essay lies in how it turns to self-shattering in response to the “shattering frequencies of life,” in its rejection of the intuitive claim, now waved against it, that conditions of social negation entail the renunciation of negativity. Read without subtracting the horrors to which it responds, Bersani’s essay thus raises some difficult questions. It asks us to consider what it might mean, for instance, to affirm negativity from the position of those who are socially negated, if not those already marked for death, or to embrace self-shattering as the proper ethical response to having one’s world shattered. The answers to such questions may change depending on the form and nature of the negation with which one is concerned.9 One need not entertain them at all, however, if one instead holds on to the image of the self-shattering subject as a subject insulated from danger and risk, a “sovereign” figure able to “endure” even “its own death.”

    Holding on to this image, it becomes possible to claim, as Musser does, that self-shattering represents a practice of “exceptionalism” in which a self-possessed, agential subject attempts to “relinquish his mastery” or find a “way outside of subjectivity” (Sensational 15, 14). To understand self-shattering this way, however, is not only to bracket the context of HIV/AIDS but also to miss the critical turn that the essay’s argument takes when Bersani recasts the threat of self-loss that the epidemic ties directly to sex as but a tragic literalization of the “risk of the sexual itself,” that is, of the lack of self-possession already built into or operative in the subject as sexuality (Is the Rectum 30). This lack is reflected in the exceedingly careful way Bersani avoids presenting self-shattering in agential terms. Take, for instance, the famous passage Musser quotes, in which Bersani describes the image that most readers now associate with his theory of self-shattering: “the intolerable image of a grown man, legs high in the air, unable to refuse the suicidal ecstasy of being a woman” (emphasis added). This image offers no expression of agency, not even in the paradoxical form of an agential renunciation of agency. In fact, it depicts the very opposite: a scene of inability, where the subject appears not as acting in accordance with its own desires, and certainly not out of any interest in transgression or subversion, but as acted upon, compelled by a force that appears to come from without and within and that only seeks to attain and repeat an enjoyment that the subject does not want and that would expropriate it from itself (Benedicto, “Failure”). In other words, if there is an agency involved in self-shattering, it is not the sovereign subject but the drive or death drive, the very insistence of which serves to confirm what the discovery of the unconscious already reveals: that the ego is not “master in its own house” (Freud, “Introductory” 285), or that the subject is constitutively nonsovereign. Contrary to Musser’s claim, Bersani does not conceive of self-shattering as a “way outside of subjectivity” or a “relinquishing of mastery,” for his inquiry proceeds from the psychoanalytic proposition that sexuality pertains to “the being-there of the unconscious” and hence entails an encounter with the subject’s condition as a “body in fragments,” or with the irreparable out-of-joint-ness that registers the impossibility of mastery as such (Zupančič 12).

    This dimension of Bersani’s argument is easy to overlook, not least because of the attention “Is the Rectum a Grave?” pays to “the jouissance of exploded limits … the ecstatic suffering into which the human organism momentarily plunges when it is ‘pressed’ beyond a certain threshold of endurance” (24). Read only in these orgasmic terms, jouissance might seem like the point to which Bersani had been building up, the achievement that he would celebrate and that gives critics reason to claim that self-shattering assumes a heroic agent of some form, a prior unity to shatter. Bersani, however, also argues that there is no self prior to shattering, that even the ego itself is but a “passionate inference” derived from the repetition of unbinding experiences against which it emerges as a defense (Culture 38). What is at stake in Bersani’s thought, and in psychoanalysis more broadly, is thus not “the one of [a] unity shattered by the traumatic, but … the one constituted by shattering,” a one that also always remains “not-one” precisely because there appears to be an absent cause, a negativity, that drives its enjoyment (Copjec, “Sexual” 200). In other words, what the sexual shatters is not a subject that is or was ever whole, but the “fiction of an inviolable and unified subject” (Bersani, Is the Rectum 43), the fantasy of sovereignty that is inscribed within the claim that there is a subject who “already inhabits a position of sovereign subjectivity,” a “One” who has what one does not: a self to shatter.

    For Bersani, sexuality challenges this fantasy not simply because sex holds out the prospect of arriving at a “jouissance in which the subject is momentarily undone” (Homos 100), but because it marks the presence of “something radically inoperative in human thought”; it delineates “a nonhermeneutic psychic ‘field’” (Freudian 90, 102). Like Derrida before him, the principal lesson that Bersani draws from Freud’s failure to arrive at the “essence” of sexuality, to narrate in some satisfactory way its nature and development, is the lesson that Freud himself was loath to accept: that sexuality is “its own antagonist,” a sign of “the mind’s failure to account for, to find the terms adequate to, the body’s experience” (17, 64). Hence, while Bersani does draw attention to the phenomenal effects of the ecstatic experience, it is important to note that the very compulsion to repeat that experience, and even the “pleasurable-nonpleasurable tension” that comes from its pursuit, already registers the operation in the subject of something that suggests the subject’s being not-whole, of an illogic that runs against “the sovereignty of the pleasure principle,” that pays no heed to either biological or social imperatives (including the imperative of survival), and that thereby suggests that there is something awry in “the nature of the sexual function itself” (18).

    If the subject is undone by sexuality, in other words, it is because sexuality is, for Bersani, already contaminated by this something, the “daemonic,” pulsive force of the (death) drive that moves with no purpose, no aim, and that brings the subject only to the limit that is immanent to it, the site of unknowability or the “nonhermeneutic psychic field” at which point meaningless enjoyment emerges. Jouissance here does not need to be conceived in orgasmic terms, nor tied to a specific sexuality, for what is at stake is the queerness of sexuality tout court. As Bersani writes: “Sexuality manifests itself in a variety of sexual acts and in a variety of presumably nonsexual acts, but its constitutive excitement is the same in the loving copulation between two adults, the thrashing of a boundlessly submissive slave by his pitiless master, and the masturbation of the fetishist carried away by an ardently fondled silver slipper” (40). Indeed, part of the reason sexuality remains disturbing, why it might be said to represent “knowledge of pressures which resist any theorizing whatsoever,” is that it takes no specific form or object and yet remains recognizable even when manifested in or as “presumably nonsexual acts.” A “functional aberration of the species,” sexuality poses a problem for thought, not only for those who wish to grasp its true nature, as Freud did, but for the subject herself, for whom sexuality also marks a gap in (self-)knowledge, an otherness to oneself (39–40, 90). Sexuality, in this way, names the difference within that renders the subject unknowable. It is, as Bersani writes, “that which profoundly disorients any effort whatsoever to constitute a human subject” (101); it is “the operator of the inhuman,” “the operator of dehumanization” (Zupančič 7).

    This de-cohering, inhuman dimension of sexuality is already captured well in the “image of the grown man with his legs high in the air” that has become the principal representation of the self-shattering subject. The image, we might now notice, does not portray a scene of “orgasmic rupture,” nor even a sexual encounter, and yet the figure it conjures appears somehow already possessed by an excess that renders it both more and less than any notion of selfhood might allow. If this image is “intolerable,” then it is not simply because it undermines a “homophobic imaginary” (Musser, Sensual 72), or because it subverts normative notions of masculinity (Nguyen 8), as is often suggested, but because it “advertises” the “mysterious ‘excentricity’” of the subject (Bersani, Baudelaire 60), the ontological uncertainty that interrupts “the legibility of the subject’s ability to know, indeed, to think itself” (Wiegman, “Sex” 234), even, I would add, to think itself as “queer.” The “undeadness” associated both with the drive and with gay men, particularly (though not only) in the time of AIDS, rings loudly in this image, as it presents the self-shattering subject as a subject parasitized by a jouissance that functions not only as surplus enjoyment, but as a surplus enjoyment that bespeaks a lack of being, a “loss of self” that the “self can have” (Berlant and Edelman 47), a minus that gets added, a “with-without” (Zupančič 58).10 Male homosexuality here plays an illustrative role, and for good reason. Even before the advent of HIV/AIDS, after all, it was already associated with the threat of being lost to meaningless enjoyment, already tied to sexuality’s ungrounding psychic and social effects: identity crises, amorality, lawlessness, placelessness, futurelessness, and, of course, death itself. Indeed, homosexuality has long represented the “the risk of the sexual,” insofar as it has been made to stand in for the inhuman drive that betrays the laws of both “man” and nature and hence puts into question their very status as law, as well as the solidity of the categories of meaning and being that rely upon them.

    Edelman offers a useful way to understand the nature of this threat in Homographesis, where he argues that the peril posed by gay desire can be understood as stemming from its introduction of “a ‘sexual’ difference internal to male identity,” a difference that threatens to remain undetected, and which thereby risks “the stability of the paradigms through which sexual differentiation can be interpreted and gender difference can be enforced” (9–12). Gay desire, in other words, can be seen as that which makes “man” different from itself, the surplus that must be excluded, exteriorized, in order for “man” to retain a semblance of self-sameness. The writing of the “homosexual” thus emerges as a mode of defense, an attempt to contain the negativity of sexuality by making it appear as a form of social difference in its own right.11 What this procedure accomplishes, however, is the making of a personage that serves as the “reified figure of the unknowable within the field of sexuality” (Edelman, Homographesis xv), whose appearance then comes to represent a threat against personhood in general. In “Is the Rectum a Grave?,” Bersani suggests that the unconscious representation of the “grown man with his legs high in the air unable to refuse suicidal ecstasy” might have been frightening enough to drive the “good citizens of Acadia, Florida” to burn down the house of three hemophiliac children said to have been infected with HIV. If so, it is precisely because these “good citizens” feared the “nightmare of ontological obscenity” (29) that homosexuality was made to figure, or, put differently, because they did not want to be “snuffed out by gay jouissance.” Phobic discourse and violence, in other words, respond to the “menace” that the male homosexual presents to “coherent self-definition” (Bersani, Baudelaire 61); they are attempts to deny the ontological uncertainty reflected back by a mode of enjoyment that registers the lack of being common to all or that speaks to the nightmare that lurks within all “dreams of difference.” While such attempts have typically involved the portrayal of gay men as possessed by an “unquenchable appetite for destruction,” we might also note that these same attempts can and not infrequently have employed a contradictory rhetoric that saves the terms of personhood from the negativity of sexuality by turning the latter into a sign of the former (Is the Rectum 18). This is what happens, for instance, in the phobic rhetoric that claims that with AIDS gay men were actually getting exactly what they wanted, that their suicidal-cum-murderous enjoyment was a function of their desire and will, a sign of their indifference to life and death—in other words, an expression of their sovereignty. This rhetoric sustains the fantasy of wholeness by casting as evidence for it the very thing that puts it into question.

    The fact that a recapitulation of the defensive logic that undergirds phobic responses to the “nightmare of ontological obscenity” can be made to dovetail with arguments raised against self-shattering from the opposite end of the ideological spectrum may seem surprising, though perhaps less so if one recalls that “Is the Rectum a Grave?” also takes aim at proponents of radical sex such as Pat Califia and Gayle Rubin, as well as at gay historians and critics, including Michel Foucault. Famously implicating these figures, along with Andrea Dworkin and Catherine McKinnon, in the “redemptive reinvention of sex,” Bersani made a point of showing that the aversion to ontological negativity cuts across political and ideological lines and hence cannot simply be “projected onto heterosexuals as an explanation for their hostility” (27). One could argue that Bersani saw queer and feminist thought, even in the mid-1980s, as already given to reparative readings, already eager to render sex “less disturbing,” “more respectful of ‘personhood’ than it has been,” and to argue for its utility as an instrument of what we now term queer or alternative self- and world-making projects (22).12 Recognizing the draw of such projects for those who might be powerless, not least for gay men in the time of AIDS, Bersani understood well that they were responses to conditions of social negation, to forms of violence that had to be challenged. In a sense, Bersani was already thinking through the ways in which the realities of social negation invite or even require those who suffer them to renounce the ontological negativity of sexuality, or to participate in the reproduction of the same defensive logic that underprops the conditions of social negation they are made to endure.

    The context of the AIDS crisis is again crucial here, for not only did it literalize that threat of self-less-ness that inheres in sexuality, it also created a situation in which “turning away from sex” would become a “practical necessity” (27, 25). This “turning away,” enacted literally via the retreat from promiscuity that was necessitated by AIDS, was for Bersani also the general logic underlying the conversion of homosexuality into a legitimate form of social difference, such that it came to re-present, even in otherwise radical formulations, an example of “the diversity of human sexuality in all its variant forms” (Weeks), a “benign variation” that demonstrates the “radical pluralism” of human being (Rubin), or a “life-style” that bespeaks “unforeseen kinds of relationships,” if not an alternate “form of life” altogether (Foucault) (25–27). Under such formulations, homosexuality ceases to represent the threat of ontological uncertainty and is made to serve instead as ontological grounds for an other mode of being. In that sense, all these formulations speak, albeit in varying ways, to how the affirmation of homosexuality as a form of “difference” requires first and foremost the subtraction from homosexuality of the subtraction it was meant to represent, a negation of the negativity to which it gave form. In the face of the AIDS crisis (and even of homophobia more broadly), gay men, one could say, could not “afford” to not take part in this negation of negativity, to not make homosexuality mean something rather than nothing, or to not render it in a manner that would enable some form of recognition and protection within and against a social order that was responding to the mass death of gay men with murderous representations of homosexuality.

    The necessity of claiming a place in the world and of recovering some form of selfhood in the face of horror was surely not lost on Bersani, whose actual injunction in “Is the Rectum a Grave?” is far more modest than critics allow, though not for that reason much more easily heeded: We should, he suggests, “lament the practical necessity” of turning away from sex, and not lose sight of the fact that the self is but a “practical convenience” (25, 30). Issued in the context of the AIDS crisis, such an injunction must be read as a warning against the invitation to be complicit in the “promotion of the self into an ethical ideal,” an invitation that speaks directly and with great force to those who, shattered by violence and precarity, are wont to see nonsovereignty, the lack of being, as but a historically contingent condition that requires correction and not the shared truth of subjectivity itself (I will return to this). Set in relation to this warning, self-shattering might thus be better understood not as an expression of the privilege of the “white gay male” subject, but as that from which this subject had to have turned in order to become the figure of privilege it now is. The story of homonormativity from which this figure principally derives can even be retold as the then-future history of homosexuality that Bersani hoped to forestall by insisting on the importance of “losing sight of the self” even at a moment when gay men could not afford to (30), that is, as the story of homosexuality’s extrication from negativity, its shedding of the “connotations of queerness” (Edelman, Bad Education 47).

    This extrication is neither geographically uniform nor permanent; it is, however, thorough enough that in the signifier “white gay male,” “white” now seems able to restore the privilege that “gay” once subtracted from “male” with no resistance whatsoever. It is also thorough enough that it feels entirely appropriate for homosexuality to be left out of the list of “catachreses” for nonbeing that Edelman invokes in his Bad Education, a list that includes queerness, Blackness, woman, and trans* (47). If homosexuality has managed to “save” itself from this list, however, it has necessarily come at a price, for as Edelman argues in No Future, “By denying our identification with the negativity of [the] drive … those of us inhabiting the place of the queer may be able to cast off that queerness and enter the properly political sphere, but only by shifting the figural burden of queerness to someone else” (27). This central claim, like Bersani’s warning against “being drawn into the … warfare between men and women,” goes unremarked in critiques of No Future, which then proceed to disidentify with negativity on the grounds that doing otherwise is “not an option” “for some queers.” It could be argued, of course, that in such critiques the very premise of the warning is refused, that what is hoped for is a future in which no one at all bears the burden of figuring nonbeing. Such a claim would be more plausible, however, if the critiques themselves did not repeatedly conjure a figure that represents a negativity to be renounced, a suicidal jouissance that threatens to “snuff out” dreams of difference.

    III

    The warnings sounded by Bersani and Edelman draw our attention to the underlying psychic structure from which violence stems, the defensive posture adopted against the negativity that operates from within and that must be repressed in order to secure “the fixity and coherence of the ego’s form” (Edelman, No Future 51). It is difficult to formulate a politics with this structure in mind, for it implies that the search for ontological ground, even when undertaken as part of a righteous struggle, is implicated in the reproduction of the world as it already is. Bersani’s injunction to not stop “losing sight of the self,” even when the opposite may seem imperative, might be reframed here as a call to bear the weight of this complicity, to retain our faculties of suspicion even with regard to the sense of self we cannot not claim, and to the worlds we must build to sustain it. Holding open space for negativity entails a refusal to defend the defenses that one needs; it means allowing for the incoherences that render the subject different from itself, unknown to itself, rather than bearing down on a “right to distinction” (Marriott, “Blackness” 27) or on the sacrosanct value of the “dreams of difference” with which the subject must identify in order to give itself a form.

    We must be careful here, however, not to cast the embrace of negativity as but a sacrifice that must be made in order to forestall the reproduction of violence, as though the (queer) subject who says “no” to negativity gives up nothing, or nothing apart from that which has been imposed upon it as a “figural burden” (Edelman, No Future 22). Moving beyond the role that negativity plays in the broader operation of violence, I want to draw attention here to what negativity means for the subject itself, and particularly for the “queer of color” or the racialized subject, whose interests are assumed to lie in the assertion and recognition of the difference she represents and not in “the felicitous erasure of people as persons” (Bersani and Phillips 38). If nothing else, we must acknowledge that the relationship of the racialized subject to difference is much more ambivalent than scholarly writing tends to acknowledge.13 She would not dream of difference, after all, if it were not also that which haunts her existence, the indelible mark that allows her body to be read as this or that, and through which she is made to repeatedly learn, as Fanon writes, that “it is not I who make a meaning for myself, but it is the meaning that is already there, pre-existing, waiting for me” (134). Meaning awaits the racialized subject because her entrance into the world, even more so than others, is anticipated by the signifier, which grants her access to symbolic existence, gives her a place in the social order, on the condition that she be placed, rendered legible within a system of differentiation that will bind her to signifying chains and through which may find herself “an object in the midst of other objects” (109). Calls to foreground difference in the form of categories such as race and gender are often presented as injunctions to recognize “modes of particularity within the social [that] are constitutive of subjecthood” (Muñoz, Cruising 95). It bears reminding, however, that such categories are as much instruments of homogenization as modes of particularity; they are ordering systems that require the subject to see itself in and be identified with the signifiers of difference that appear in the field of the Other. “The word difference,” as David Marriott writes, “must be understood not only as a signifying relation but also a relation of force that violently inscribes what it segregates” (Lacan 16). The recognition of difference, that is, cannot be seen straightforwardly as a challenge to the violence of erasure, for “difference” itself requires the effacement of the “irreducible ambiguities that subvert the subject’s very possibility of determining the limits of what she or he means or is as difference” (16).14 Speaking to this violence, Marquis Bey reminds that “an ontology that categorizes people along lines of race and gender [is] an ontology that is not innocently descriptive but adamantly terroristic.” It is a mode of circumscription, “a form of attempted ontological community, capturing and disallowing exiting of those forced to ‘belong’, a priori, to that community.”

    Though Bey does not use the language of psychoanalysis, in speaking of ontological capture by the terms of symbolic difference they are, in essence, insisting on that which psychoanalysis works to preserve: an understanding of the subject as radically indeterminate, incalculable, unaccounted for by “the system of differentially constituted signifiers … that determines all of the distinctions that can be made and that organize reality for us” (Viego 5, 14). Bersani’s insistence on seeing sexuality as marking the presence of a “nonhermeneutic psychic field” must be read in this light, as part of the broader resistance that psychoanalysis mounts against accounts that render the subject transparent and knowable by casting it as the product of discursive construction. This resistance finds its fullest articulation, of course, in the work of Lacan, who argues that the very presence of a “nonhermeneutic psychic field” can be traced to the structure of language itself, or to the manner in which the symbolic emerges with a hole “built in,” a missing signifier that renders the field of signification constitutively incomplete, inconsistent, “not whole” (Zupančič 17–18). This “gap” or lack in the symbolic bespeaks the groundlessness of the purely differential logic from which meaning derives; it designates “the non-sens that falls between signifiers” (Marriott, Lacan 17), the extradiscursive dimension of the Real that allows us to say that “something always appears to be missing from any representation,” or that the world formed by the signifier is “not all” (Copjec, Read 37).

    Importantly, in Lacan’s formulation, this lack in the symbolic is inscribed within the subject, which finds itself split, divided, “castrated” upon entry into language. This originary loss or “fundamental lack of being” leaves the subject forever without any “firm hold in the other order of symbolic existence” (Salecl 6); it is what renders the subject, by definition, a body in fragments, or, in Bersani’s terms, shattered. The point here, as Renata Salecl writes, isn’t only that the subject is “constitutively ‘lacking’ its object,” but rather, more radically, that “the lacking object is ultimately the subject itself, that is, the lack is the lack of the subject’s being” (5–6). This formulation is crucial, for in placing an irreducible negativity at the heart of subjectivity, by insisting on a lack that no symbol can counter (Lacan, Seminar X 136), it allows us to delaminate subjectivity from the “modes of particularity” that determine the subject’s place in the system of differentiation that constitutes reality. In other words, it allows us to say that the subject “is not where it is represented” (Voruz 176); or, to paraphrase Lacan, “I am where I am not” (Érits 430).

    This is not to suggest, as “colorblind” discourses might, that the terms of socio-symbolic difference can simply be done away with. The subject remains, after all, a subject of the symbolic; it depends on the signifier that structures reality. The psychoanalytic account of the subject, however, gives us a means to apprehend the nature of this dependence and, importantly, to regain the critical distance from logics of identity and difference that has been ceded in the name of “repair.” It reminds us, for starters, that difference itself is produced and secured paranoically, as a result of the subject’s attempt to cover over its lack, to disavow castration by turning the wholeness that was “never had” into “something lost,” something to be obtained through the recovery of a missing piece (Zupančič 51). This relation to the lacking object, a relation of desire, is an ordinary part of subjectivity. It is a relation, however, that is both limited and fraught, for it operates under a fantasy of wholeness that only makes available a mode of enjoyment doomed to disappointment. This is what Lacan refers to as “phallic jouissance,” a phrase, to recall, that Musser uses to describe “self-shattering,” but that in fact designates for Lacan the restricted jouissance of the subject who believes that there is a subject who “already inhabits a position of sovereign subjectivity,” an exception, a noncastrated One who has a “self to shatter,” or who has access to a jouissance that one does not. Though disavowed, this figure serves as the horizon for being in critiques such as Musser’s; it is the figure invoked, for instance, in Muñoz’s much-cited claim that “racialized kids, queer kids, are not the sovereign princes of futurity” (Cruising 95), a claim that implies that the place of the sovereign exists, and that we therefore might be able to occupy it, if only …, in the future. …

    Here, the subject’s lack of being is transformed into a “something that is missing” that is “always in the horizon” (174, 11). In this way, it rearticulates the displacement of negativity that being requires and that allows difference to function as an organizing principle in the first place. As we have seen, difference can only appear through the elimination of the “difference within the very category of difference” (Marriott, “Blackness” 31). This is demonstrated by Edelman’s account of how the writing of the “homosexual” secures sexual difference, and by my suggestion that homosexuality’s reinvention might be seen as the product of its disarticulation from the ontological negativity it once represented. A similar line of argument can be found in David Eng’s Racial Castration: Managing Masculinity in Asian America, one of the first major contributions to queer of color critique. Through a rereading of Freud’s account of fetishism, Eng argues that the “racial castration” of Asian men—their longstanding feminization and homosexualization in the US/Western imaginary—can be seen as part of an attempt to secure the “tenuous boundaries” of the white male heterosexual subject against the threat posed by the “homecoming of castration,” or by a lack that returns in the form, most notably, of homosexual desires for the racial other (146–53). Betraying the white male heterosexual subject’s “flagging masculine position,” homosexuality here again names the surplus enjoyment that reveals the inconsistency of the subject, the excess that shows that there is no signifier, no symbolic identity, into which the subject can “pour itself without remainder” (Johnston 203). What imperils white male heterosexuality, the object of its castration anxiety, is a threat that comes from within, the peril posed by the revelation of its lack of being, or of the absent foundation for the “difference” it is supposed to mean. This lack is what racial castration, as a psychic defense, then attempts to contain through displacement, which here produces not only “homosexual difference,” as in Edelman’s account, but gender and racial difference in the form of the castrated/feminized Asian male subject, who thereby discovers that what his body “means” is the deficiency the white male subject ex-corporates from himself.

    Eng does not quite frame it in this manner, but his analysis points to the way racial difference emerges as a means to redress ontological uncertainty, often, as in this case, through the production of a racialized figure that gives form to lack. However, while Racial Castration offers a convincing account of the racialization and gendering of Asian men, it also demonstrates the difficulty of reconciling psychoanalysis with the concerns of queer of color critique. For while Eng’s analysis of white male heterosexual anxiety seems to imply the need for an ethics grounded in a refusal to disavow castration, or an affirmation of the subject as constitutively lacking, Racial Castration cannot actually articulate or adopt such an ethics, since the work as a whole is itself an objection to having been castrated, a protest against being rendered lacking by a white gaze that refuses “to see at the site of the Asian male body a penis that is there to see” (2). This line, repeated in various ways throughout Racial Castration, gives voice to the fantasy of wholeness and the castration anxiety woven into the very complaint that Eng’s text formalizes. The problem, it seems, is that while Eng’s critique of white male heterosexuality acknowledges castration as a universal condition, that is, “as the metaphoric re-inscription and containment of a loss which happens much earlier, at the point of linguistic entry” (Silverman, qtd. in Eng 154), this condition is unaccounted for in the case of the Asian male subject. No longer designating a lack that no symbol can counter, castration instead becomes, when thought from the vantage of the racial subject, a form of privation “gratuitously imposed from without,” an effect of racial/colonial injustice, a wrong to be corrected (Johnston 204). In other words, castration in Racial Castration comes to name both ontological negativity and social negation, but the slippage from one to the other goes unremarked, as the questions raised by the former vanish once concern is centered on the racialized subject’s experience of lack. Eng seems to recognize the problem in the book’s final chapter but resolves it by displacing the fantasy of “a psychically ‘whole’ Asian American subject” onto “cultural nationalist” projects that prescribe an ideal, heterosexual, male Asian American subject, and by positioning against it a “queer critical methodology that intersects Asian American identity formation across multiple axes of difference” (209–10, 216). While the latter might challenge homogeny at the level of group identity, however, the introduction of “multiple axes of difference” does not challenge the fantasy of a “whole” subject in any way; all it can do is render that whole multifaceted or authorize those who embody previously unacknowledged forms of difference to claim an “intersectional” form of wholeness themselves.15

    The fantasy of wholeness is opposed not to particularity, but to the lack of being, the negativity that corresponds to the “hole” in the symbolic that the introduction of differential variables attempts to fill. Failing to see this, the view of lack as a condition to be rectified by disavowing negativity continues to shape queer of color critique. This can be seen in Nguyen Tan Hoang’s A View from the Bottom: Asian American Masculinity and Sexual Representation, a book that might be read as a rejoinder of sorts to Eng’s Racial Castration. For gay Asian men, Nguyen writes, racial castration complicates the feminized position of “bottom,” which comes to be seen as “an abject identity that one has to renounce and get over” (114). Against such views, Nguyen sets out to make a case for the affirmation of femininity and bottomhood, and the openness to “vulnerability, receptivity, and risk” that they represent (179). While this might suggest agreement with Bersani’s call to embrace “the risk of the sexual,” however, Nguyen ends up echoing the standard queer studies critique of Bersani instead. “The joyful abdication of power only makes sense,” he writes, “in the context of those with something to give up.” “Suicidal anal sexuality” and the “humiliation of the self” cannot be extolled in the case of Asian American male subjects since, “[f]or those already relegated to the lowest rung of the sexual and social ladder, an unqualified embrace of powerlessness only leads to an amplification of their subjugation and lowly position” (19). Nguyen then proceeds to offer what can only be described as a redemptive reading of bottomhood, highlighting film and video works that demonstrate how “dwelling in the abject space of bottomhood and femininity can be a powerful mode of accessing social and sexual recognition” (156–57), or that mobilize “the threatening force of abjection to assert and affirm gay Asian subjecthood” (191). In search of signifying support, Nguyen ends up phallicizing bottomhood itself. One sees this, for instance, in his reading of the closing scene of the Thai film, The Adventures of Iron Pussy III, in which the titular drag heroine is shown on all fours looking back over his shoulder to the camera that takes the place of a potentially murderous white partner. This cliffhanger, Nguyen tells us, “reveals that though he might get fucked, Iron Pussy is not fucked over. … His bottomhood flirts with danger and gambles with the white devil, but, we suspect, she will ultimately come out on top” (185–186).

    A stark contrast to Bersani’s “grown man with his legs high in the air,” this image presents bottomhood as loss-less, for even if death were to come from the encounter described it would have been the result of an exercise of agency, a flirting with danger. Far from representing a “nightmare of ontological obscenity,” the bottom here is armed with that missing piece (a phallus, an “iron pussy”) that secures it against the threat of (racial) castration and allows it to “affirm gay Asian subjecthood.” Like Eng, Nguyen does not have an account of an originary negativity that is operative within the Asian male subject. As such, he is not inclined to see that the conversion of bottomhood into a “new mode of social recognition” is not a purely corrective gesture (19), that saying no to being shattered means reproducing the castration anxiety that fuels the racial castration of Asian men. Here we might note that Nguyen’s fear that self-shattering would “amplify” the violence of racial castration proceeds from and repeats the conflation of ontological negativity with social negation. Racial castration, however, does not produce the lack of being to which ontological negativity refers. Rather, it is, or should be seen as, a cut that leads to a lack of signifier, a violence that deprives the subject in question of a means to veil the lack that is common to all. Read this way, one might argue more broadly that it is not self-shattering that amplifies social negation, but social negation that amplifies castration anxiety, compelling those who find themselves “deprivileged” to renounce the lack that is already within, to seek refuge in the signifier, and to find sustenance and enjoyment in the attempt to reclaim a wholeness that never was.

    As Lacan argues, castration anxiety takes nothing for its object; this nothing, however, is rendered proximate by the insistence in the subject of a shattering “jouissance that exceeds its limits,” a surplus enjoyment that signals “a threat to the status of the defended I” (Lacan, Seminar X 263). In Lacan’s later work, this jouissance is also referred to, more specifically, as “feminine jouissance,” a designation that, I would argue, corresponds to jouissance as it appears in the work of Bersani and Edelman. Having no necessary relation to biological sex or gender, feminine jouissance can be understood, in brief, as the supplementary enjoyment available to the subject that “grounds itself as being not-whole in situating itself in the phallic function [castration]” (Lacan, Seminar XX 72), or whose being, in other words, is not structured through the repression of castration by the fantasy of the exception (the Father who has a self to shatter, the “sovereign prince of futurity”). The subject “sexuated” under the feminine logic is thus, like all subjects, castrated; however, without recourse to the fantasy of noncastration, she does not experience castration as a threat, and as such, is able to retain a relationship to the lack in the symbolic (to “the Other as barred”) and to manufacture, in turn, at the very site of that lack, an Other jouissance about which nothing can be said, for it serves as “a placeholder for the knowledge which does not exist” (Zupančič 52–53).7 Whereas in Nguyen’s account, feminine enjoyment is reclaimed as a means to secure a place for the subject in the symbolic, in Lacan’s formulation, feminine jouissance is privileged for precisely the opposite reason: it is that which guarantees that the subject cannot be placed or determined, and which “leaves open the possibility of there being something … that cannot … be said to exist in the symbolic order” (Copjec, Read 224).16

    The implications of this formulation are far-reaching. As Joan Copjec writes: “The famous formulation of a feminine ‘not-all’, that is, the proposal that there is no whole, no ‘all’ of woman, or that she is not One, is fundamentally an answer not just to the question of feminine being but to being as such. It is not only feminine being but being in general that resists being assembled into a whole” (Imagine 6). What is at stake in feminine being, as Lacan describes it, is the “bit of nonbeing at the subject’s core” (7), the resistance to assemblage that gets lost when sexuality is stripped of its negativity and regarded instead as a feature of selfhood to be claimed, a means to assert the subject’s “positionality” within a given symbolic field. Lacan’s formulation makes clear, however, that this negativity that gets renounced is not a luxury that “deprivileged” subjects cannot “afford,” but the basis for indetermination, the grounds for unknowability that deprivileged subjects cannot afford to lose. Registered in the form of a supplementary jouissance that “marks the point at which the Other does not know” (Zupančič 54), negativity is that which prevents the subject from coinciding with itself, and which thereby ensures that she will remain “radically incalculable,” “a cause for which no signifier can account” (Copjec, Imagine 7; Read 209). For those who find themselves anticipated by meaning at every turn, whose place is always designated in advance, (feminine) jouissance offers no alternate means to ground one’s symbolic existence, no materials with which to “reclaim and remake selfhood” (Musser) or “assert and affirm subjecthood” (Nguyen). In offering nothing, however, jouissance affords the subject that which nothing else can: an “opening onto nonbeing (‘dèsêtre’) that … subtracts it from sense” (Edelman, Bad Education 213–14). Hence, in Lacan’s formulation, the principal bearer of feminine jouissance—”Woman”—”does not exist” but rather “ex-ists,” meaning only that we have no way to determine her place, no means to know who “woman” is, no grounds to say “all women.” “We can’t talk about Woman (La femme),” writes Lacan, not because she stands outside the symbolic, but because the lack in the symbolic is inscribed in her without being veiled (Seminar XX 73). This lack is inscribed in all subjects, as we have noted; most, however, would rather search for that which cannot be found—a means to fill this lack—rather than bear the jouissance that Bersani describes, in affirmation of the feminine, as the “suicidal ecstasy of being a woman” (18, emphasis added).

    IV

    In Cruising Utopia, Muñoz famously defines queerness as “that thing that lets us feel that this world is not enough, that indeed something is missing” (1). Read against the author’s intent, this definition might be said to resonate well with the psychoanalytic account of the subject as the subject of jouissance. If, after all, jouissance designates “a disturbed relation to one’s own body” (Lacan, qtd. in Zupančič 89) that marks the presence of a void at the heart of the signifying order, the lack that no symbol can counter, then we might conceive of it precisely as a queer feeling that registers the incompleteness of the world, its being not-all. For Muñoz, however, the feeling that something is missing serves as an injunction to look to the horizon in the hopes of catching a “glimpse” or “kernel” of utopia (Cruising 52, 174), that is, of a world in which the subject does not feel that something is missing, or in which the subject, following Muñoz’s own definition, does not feel queer. For psychoanalysis, on the other hand, the task is precisely “to hold fast [to] this little missing piece” (Brinkema, Forms 202), to not miss the lack, for it is only because there is something missing that there remains a surplus existence, an ex-istence “without predicate” (Copjec, Read 4).

    The implications of these two contrary dispositions can be gleaned from Muñoz’s own discussion of the “ghosts of public sex.” Looking to nostalgic writings that recall the public cruising scenes lost in the wake of the AIDS crisis, most notably the poet John Giorno’s beautiful, lurid account of anonymous sex at the Prince Street toilets in New York, Muñoz argues that such writing can be seen as a mode of “world-making … functioning and coming into play through the performance of queer utopian memory” (37). Though Giorno himself writes that “the great thing about anonymous sex is you don’t bring your private life or personal world. No politics or inhibiting concepts, no closed rules or fixed responses,” Muñoz insists that “we can still read a powerful political impulse in Giorno’s text,” and find in his writing “a picture of utopian transport and a reconfiguration of the social, a reimaging of our actual conditions of possibility” (qtd. In Muñoz 36, 38). Utopia, he writes, “lets us imagine a space outside of heteronormativity. It permits us to conceptualize new worlds and realities” (35). If we accept Muñoz’s claim, however, that such writing allows us to “[bear] witness to a queer sex utopia” (34), then we must ask: What brought those men to the toilet in the first place? What force made the “reconfiguration of the social” possible? Though such questions brings us into the realm of speculation, it seems fair to say, that the men who came to the toilets never meant to make a world, never showed up in hopes of catching a glimpse of utopia, at least not if by “utopia” we mean a world without the heteronormativity that was (and remains) the condition of possibility for fucking in toilets. Acknowledging that those men probably had no laudable aims, no good reason to be at the toilets, however, should not lead us to conclude that they had no desire for a better world or that what they really wanted was for things to stay the same, for a phobic order to remain supreme so that they could continue to extract some pleasure from its margins. Rather, what the lack of aim suggests is that perhaps such spaces cannot be understood in terms of desire at all, that the engine that brought gay men to public toilets then and that continues to bring them to such spaces, again and again, wherever they still exist, runs separately from and with indifference to the want and need for a place “in the other order of symbolic existence” (Salecl 6). This much is made clear in the passage from Giorno that Muñoz quotes yet overwrites with utopian longing, where Giorno claims, unambiguously, that what made scenes of anonymous public sex “great,” what made them worth writing about in the first place, was the loss that served as both the price and reward of admission: the loss of the individual’s private world and of the world itself (the world of politics, concepts, rules), or what Bersani surely would have described as “the felicitous erasure of people as persons.” If Muñoz is right, as I think he is, in claiming that something like a queer world is formed in places such as public toilets, then it is because and only because of the negativity that Cruising Utopia asks us to leave behind, in the past, and that remains operative still in those who are unable to refuse the compulsion to return to such spaces. Put differently, one could say that the engine for “new realities” is nothing other than the drive that brings the subject back to the point where it finds that it lacks not the outside world but itself (Lacan, Seminar X 119), and where it thus remains unknown to the Other, anonymous.

    Bobby Benedicto is Assistant Professor in the Department of Art History and Communication Studies and the Institute for Gender, Sexuality, and Feminist Studies at McGill University.

    Notes

    1. Muñoz was, of course, right to push for the decentering of the white gay male experience and canon in queer studies and deserves enormous credit for laying out, in unapologetic terms, a trajectory that would help secure the transformation of the field into a hospitable space for work conducted by and about queer people of color. My own work would not have been possible without the path-clearing work of Muñoz, Martin Manalansan, Roderick Ferguson, Gayatri Gopinath, David Eng, and other queer scholars of color writing in the late 1990s and early 2000s. As I see it, this essay is, first and foremost, a critique of the framing of queer of color critique offered from within the field.

    2. Part of my skepticism here comes from the absence of a substantial literature that would support the claim that a “turn” had ever taken place in queer studies. Indeed, barring a few exceptions, most references to the “antirelational turn” or “antisocial thesis” name only Bersani and Edelman, along with unnamed “other authors.” Bersani, famously, never even thought of himself as part of queer studies. One of the most curious things about the debate surrounding the antisocial thesis is that it has persisted for so long in the absence of any identifiable proponents apart from Edelman. The thesis survives and exists principally as a foil. It is invoked in order to be rejected. I would note, moreover, that the linking of the thesis/turn to a gay male interest in “sexual abandon” and risky behavior is itself hard to support, given that No Future makes no reference at all to gay male sexual practices. The figures it uses to represent “queerness” (Scrooge, Silas Marner, Leonard in North by Northwest, the birds in The Birds) are, if anything, strikingly asexual, though of course readable as “gay-coded.” Lastly, it is worth noting that theories of self-negation have also been formulated by female scholars. Indeed, one could argue that the text that comes closest to Bersani’s position in “Is the Rectum a Grave?” isn’t Edelman’s No Future but Kaja Silverman’s Male Subjectivity at the Margins.

    3. For a critique of the notion of the “otherwise,” see Palmer; on the notion of “world,” see Barber.

    4. For a critique of the “reparative turn” in queer and feminist theory more broadly, see Wiegman, “The Times We’re In.” See also Berlant and Edelman; Ferguson; Hanson; and Puar.

    5. There are, of course, major works in queer of color critique that cannot be characterized along the same lines. See, for instance, Ferguson and Puar.

    6. Eugenie Brinkema offers a similar line of criticism when she writes of the “suspicion of suspicion” that follows from Sedgwick’s essay on paranoid and reparative reading (“Irrumation”).

    7. Much of Bersani’s work from the mid-1990s onwards was dedicated to formulating “new relational modes” (a phrase he borrows from Foucault). For Bersani, however, a relational mode could only be described as “new” if it did not reproduce the narcissistic ego defenses, the logic of difference, that defines relationality as we know it. As such, his account of relationality was still predicated on the negativity of sex, the “pleasurable renunciation of one’s own ego boundaries” (Is the Rectum? 175), and thus ultimately incompatible with the more generative and affirmative approaches to relationality embraced in queer studies. As Juana Rodríguez writes, for instance: “(W)hile Bersani leaves open the possibility of potentially reconstituting sociality through a ‘curative collapsing of social difference’, this desired erasure of difference as the only available means of touching sociality comes dangerously close to advocating a color-blind, gender-blind, difference-blind future. For while Bersani ‘prefers the possibilities of the future to the determinations of the past’ (Bersani and Phillips viii), he locates his accounts of sexual exchange in a ‘universal relatedness grounded in the absence of relations, in the felicitous erasure of people as persons’” (10–11).

    8. I discuss Bersani’s failure to address race more directly elsewhere. See “Failure” and “Agents and Objects of Death.”

    9. I am thinking here, for instance, of the Afro-pessimist affirmation of negativity in the face of Black social death. It would be foolish, of course, to suggest that Black social death and the experience of (white) gay men during the AIDS crisis can be treated analogously. The nature of the violence that Bersani confronts is not the same as the world-forming structural antagonism with which Afro-pessimism is concerned. If anything, the AIDS crisis, as experienced by white gay men in the West, offers a clear example of what Frank Wilderson describes as “contingent violence,” a “provisional moment” of exposure to being nothing (16, 36). The point I want to make here, however, is that if there is a certain affinity between the thought of Bersani (and Edelman) and Afro-pessimism, it comes from the shared understanding, unthinkable to many, that one can (if not must) affirm the place of death that one is given.

    10. Admittedly, I have been reading Bersani here in a manner that brings him closer to Lacan than perhaps he would have liked. Indeed, though he is not infrequently referred to as a “Lacanian” in discussions of the antisocial thesis, Bersani was at times highly critical of and often indifferent to Lacan’s thought. Most notably, his development of “homo-ness” and “impersonal narcissism” were part of an attempt to reimagine desire without lack and castration, an unthinkable proposition for any Lacanian (see Benedicto, “Failure”). In an interview conducted by Mikko Tuhkanen, he offers the following remark: “I would never write anything on Lacan apart from simply mentioning this or that idea. First of all, I don’t understand a lot of what I read, and I’m always astonished because I discover that so many people whom—to put it in a very conceited way—I think of as less intelligent than I am write books about Lacan. That always astounds me” (Bersani and Tuhkanen 279).

    11. In effect, Edelman’s argument in Homographesis supplies the motor for Foucault’s description of the discursive construction of the “homosexual,” its emergence as a “species.” In Foucault’s rendering, unsatisfyingly, the explanation for the writing of the homosexual into existence appears to be power.

    12. Bersani’s The Culture of Redemption, which takes aim at interpretations that see art as “repair[ing] inherently damaged or valueless experience” or as having a “beneficently reconstructive function,” is in essence already a substantive critique of reparative reading (1).

    13. Madhavi Menon’s Indifference to Difference is a notable exception.

    14. Few scholars have, in my view, pushed psychoanalysis to address questions of race more forcefully and effectively than Marriott. His reading of Lacan, however, poses some genuine (though not unwelcome) difficulties for readers working on race but not necessarily on Blackness, as he often arrives at insights concerning the universal operation of the signifier by reframing its logic in the specific terms of Blackness/anti-Blackness (or, more often, negrophobia). While it is clear that, for Marriott, Blackness is not reducible to racial Blackness but rather designates the dimension of non-being/non-meaning opened up by the signifier, the very decision to name that dimension “Blackness” (not unlike Edelman’s use of “queerness”) unavoidably pours meaning back into the gap or void to which the term refers. Like Edelman, Marriott does not ignore this dilemma, but rather employs it to make claims that simultaneously address the general structure of meaning-making and the culture it produces. This makes it difficult to determine what can and cannot be said about our common subjection to language or even if it makes sense to speak of any such common subjection. As he writes, with regards to the signifier as “racist function”: “Thus Lacan reads segregare as if it were “naturally” rooted in a phantasm (of meaning) that we are all enslaved by, but only because we already know ourselves to be segregated from the infinite black abysses of the signifier that we recognize as the sign of our own irreducible lack. But why present this phantasm as a universal one, as if the signified were nègre, and we are all slaves in our relation to difference? But here again, who is this we? And why does it feel so symptomatic?” (22, 13).

    15. For a further critique of intersectionality, see Davis and Dean, 54–86.

    16. Musser also employs the designation “feminine jouissance” but repurposes it to describe a form of relationality without negativity: “[a jouissance] of listening and being with the Other … [that] emphasizes moments of connection with the world [and] shows the self as a being-toward someone/where else” (Sensual 80). Aligning feminine jouissance with Judith Butler’s notion of a lesbian phallus, Musser’s reading, in my view, runs counter to Lacan’s.

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  • An Interview with Lee Edelman

    Omid Bagherli (bio)

    Abstract

    Lee Edelman is the Fletcher Professor of English Literature at Tufts University and a key figure in queer theory. This interview was conducted in December 2022, a month before Edelman’s fourth book, Bad Education, was published by Duke University Press. In this discussion, Edelman revisits the “antisocial” debate in queer theory and assesses his understanding of negativity and antisociality in relation to the positions of Leo Bersani and José Esteban Muñoz, among others. Edelman also outlines how his thought in No Future and Bad Education interacts with contemporary politics and strands of Afropessimism, feminism, and family abolition.

    Lee Edelman is the Fletcher Professor of English Literature at Tufts University and the author of four books: Transmemberment of Song (1987), Homographesis (1994), No Future (2004), and Bad Education (2022). He has also co-authored Sex, or the Unbearable (2013) with Lauren Berlant. Known for his Lacanian and deconstructive mode of reading and for his continued interest in the negativity of the death drive in cultural and sexual politics, Edelman has been a central figure in the field of queer theory and is often associated with the “antisocial thesis” or “antisocial turn” (even if, as this interview illustrates, he meets these designations with reservations). In addition to his publications, Edelman has served as a series editor for Theory Q, a book series published by Duke University Press, since 2014.

    Edelman’s most recent book, Bad Education: Why Queer Theory Teaches Us Nothing, develops the claims from No Future by arguing that queerness, as a surrogate term for what is “radically inassimilable,” is inimical to aesthetic, philosophical, and social orders. In doing so, Bad Education also considers how the term queerness functions much like Blackness or woman in other fields of theory.

    Omid Bagherli:

    This special issue’s title, Afterlives of the Antisocial, invites a reflection on the philosophical and theoretical legacy of this strand of inquiry within and beyond queer studies. But in order to do that, I’d first like you to provide a reflection on the institutional impact of what has been termed “the antisocial turn.” So, my first question is: what are your recollections and reflections about that time in the academy, around the time of the release of Leo Bersani’s Homos, and later, No Future? Could you provide your own view of how and why the fairly young field of queer theory or studies congealed and divided in the way that it did?

    Lee Edelman:

    Although queer studies in the early 2000s was still a fairly young field, it had been flourishing by then for about as long as deconstruction in its heyday. Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick’s seminal Between Men, followed by Epistemology of the Closet, had been fully internalized and incorporated by scholars in the field; Hortense Spillers’s essay “Mama’s Baby, Papa’s Maybe” had raised crucial questions about the applicability of gender and sexuality with regard to Blackness; Teresa de Lauretis had coined the term queer theory for the 1990 Conference at Santa Cruz; Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble had already had a tremendously vitalizing impact; Diana Fuss’s groundbreaking anthology Inside/Out had been widely read as consolidating a field and Saint Foucault, Homographesis, Homos, Disidentifications and major texts by Gayle Rubin, Barbara Smith, Audre Lorde, D. A. Miller, Jonathan Goldberg, Deborah McDowell, Michael Warner, Cindy Patton, Douglas Crimp, and Lauren Berlant had shaped lively debates. There were already extensive engagements with Foucault, Wittig, and Hocquenghem, especially after Michael Moon brought out the English translation of Homosexual Desire in 1993. That same year Series Q at Duke began to publish work in queer theory (No Future appeared under its imprimatur) and the institutionalization of the discipline was well under way.

    All of which is to say, that by the time of No Future‘s publication, queer theory was in its unruly adolescence. The first Yale sexuality conference—then called “The Lesbian and Gay Studies Conference” and sponsored by the newly formed Lesbian and Gay Studies Center at Yale—took place in 1987 and the quaintness with which that title now strikes us reflects one of the earliest ruptures in the field. Although Lesbian and Gay Studies had entered the academy in the early eighties, it largely directed its attention to sociological, historical, or psychological questions. What de Lauretis called queer theory marked the bifurcation of the discipline into a more identitarian branch (Lesbian and Gay, subsequently followed by Lesbian, Gay, and Bisexual Studies) and a more avowedly theoretical branch, influenced by deconstruction, feminist theory, and critical race studies. So, by 2004 queer theory constituted a significant body of work and had already achieved institutional recognition at numerous universities and colleges.

    But institutionalization entails the production of a normalizing logic; it depends on a reductive interpretation of the emergent field itself to satisfy the academy’s conservative understanding of what knowledge-transmission entails. It was both inevitable, therefore, and necessary that queer theory confront the demands for inclusion by those persons and those intellectual perspectives that seemed excluded from its framing. However fractious those debates may have been, they signaled the vitality of the discipline as a site of contestation, as an arena in which intellectual division was keeping thought alive. Having succeeded in articulating a space to think queerness in a monolithically heteronormative academy, queer theory discovered its own monolithic presumptions had to yield to multiplicity too. That entailed, most visibly, the struggle for recognition of the experiences, histories, and theoretical affordances specific to those outside the subject positions of cisgendered white lesbians and gay men, especially bisexuals, trans persons, and queers of color. But it also entailed divisions, especially in those early years, between activists and theorists (we had been living with the AIDS epidemic for over twenty years when No Future came out and for many in the activist community the theoretical investments of queer theory were seen, as Leo Bersani put it, as a “luxury” they couldn’t afford). Even among those who rejected the antithesis of activism and theory, though, divisions emerged between those whose projects reflected the historicist tenor of the times and those who persisted in traditions of deconstructive or psychoanalytic thought that were seen as even less translatable into socially useful terms.

    And that’s where Leo Bersani’s work becomes so significant. Insofar as this issue calls itself “the afterlives of the antisocial,” I assume it must refer, if only secondarily, to Bersani’s death in 2022. The afterlives of the antisocial would constitute, to some degree, the intellectual afterlife of Bersani himself. October published “Is the Rectum a Grave?” in the winter of 1987, the same year I presented “The Plague of Discourse” at the annual MLA convention. Both texts responded to the AIDS epidemic by employing psychoanalytic frameworks to examine the representations of gay men in terms of HIV disease. Bersani’s essay addressed the disavowed seductiveness of ego-dissolution and mine explored the figural logics that disarticulate identities. Those similar intellectual investments led both of us to challenge redemptive logics and so to seem opposed to the work of social remediation.

    In 1996, when Bersani published Homos, he explicitly celebrated what he saw as gay desire’s “potentially revolutionary inaptitude … for sociality as we know it” (7). His book affirmed what he called the “gay outlaw” as a manifestation of what he proclaimed as “politically unfixable in the human” (71). At the same time, though, he took issue with my own suggestion that “[t]he value of ‘acts of gay self-nomination’ is … equivalent to their negativizing, self-destructing potential” (69). Bersani insisted on a “gay” specificity, as opposed to my own readings of gay signification as a site of the dominant culture’s figural localization of negativity—and specifically, as “The Plague of Discourse” suggested, as a site of the figural localization of the unknowable, of the Lacanian Real inaccessible to Symbolic meaning. Hence, for all his promotion of homo-ness in opposition to forms of redemption, Bersani could refer to a “curative collapsing of social difference into a radical homo-ness, where the subject might begin again, differentiating itself from itself and thereby reconstructing sociality” (177). In this way, Leo remained attached to gayness as a transformative identity category at odds with my sense of gayness or queerness as a figural depository for the radically inassimilable.

    When Robert L. Caserio organized a panel for the 2005 MLA convention on “The Antisocial Thesis in Queer Theory,” he created a rubric meant to link my work (and especially No Future, which had come out the year before) both with Leo’s and with Jack Halberstam’s, Duke having published In a Queer Time and Place the year after publishing No Future. Bringing Jack, Tim Dean, José Muñoz, and me together for a “conversation,” the panel quickly became a debate about No Future, Lacan, and the importance of hope for social transformation. Antisocial very quickly got reduced to another trope for apolitical in a repetition of earlier debates that shaped the emergence of queer theory. For my part, I never conceived myself as an antisocial critic because my focus was on the social logic that necessitated figures of antisociality. I had no interest in affirming a subject position that would somehow dismantle the social, nor did I assert the possibility of occupying a subject position outside the social. I was interested in how sociality requires the generation of the antisocial, which it generates as figures of antisociality, identities constructed to serve as loci of its own antisocial impulse. The emphasis on the figurality of those figures—on their status as positivizations of the negativity the social then seeks to negate—coincided with an emphasis on the antagonism that sunders sociality itself: the antagonism that reflects an attempt to purge the indeterminacy of its own figural status. The question for me has always been: “What are the forms through which the negativity inherent in the social gets abjected onto categories of otherness in order to establish the fantasy of a coherent and internally consistent social order?” That’s why my focus has always been on questions of language and rhetoric: on the figural constructions that we recurrently misconceive as literal identities. So, to get back to your question about the internal divisions of queer theory, the fundamental division reflected in that panel was between those who wanted to argue for a transformative undoing of the social order to secure a more inclusive future and those who explored, as Bersani had put it, what was “politically unfixable.” Muñoz and Dean were on one side and I was on the other, with Jack, at least as I saw it, having a foot in both of those camps.

    OB:

    That logic of wanting both seems to be a consistent element in the way that you either critique or appraise other thinkers. In Bad Education, in “Nothing Ventured,” you draw attention to how, as you put it, Catherine Malabou “recoils from the consequences her negativity entails” (13). This happens again, I think, with your brief discussion of how Eric Santner “retreats” from an initial insight into negativity (91). Your work tends to notice a kind of wish to recuperate as a second move in a lot of critical writing.

    LE:

    None of us can avoid the recuperative impulse; it’s impossible, as Bad Education argues, to follow the path of negativity without encountering the negative’s inevitable reversion to positivity, either as a result of our psychic resistance to it or as the result of the resistance inherent in the referential aspect of language. It’s instructive to see how this played out in the career of Bersani himself. After the publication of Homos, in which, as I’ve been suggesting, the recuperation of sociality was already under way, Leo refocused his critical energies. He went from the critic who vaunted homo-ness as a salutary betrayal of sociality to one who would theorize homo-ness as enabling a social order based on impersonal relationality. Even in Homos, he expressed a wariness of his attraction to the negative, associating the death drive with sadomasochism. Homos could endorse the queer’s refusal to embody the good citizen and “Is the Rectum a Grave?” could celebrate the rectum’s “potential for death,” but Bersani stopped short of accepting that the death drive might have something to do with the figural place that queerness was made to occupy in the social order or that its relation to negativity, the Real, and jouissance might have socio-political consequences for those excluded from the order of meaning. Instead, in his work after Homos, he sought to “play to the side of the death drive,” attempting, in a sense, to recuperate homo-ness for a “socially viable” relationality. His elaborations of homo-ness suppressed the shattering of the subject to focus, instead, on the subject’s inaccurate and impersonal replication in the multiplicity of forms of being it encounters in the world. In this way his earlier meditations on formal repetition, linked with the death drive in The Freudian Body, get reconceived as what he calls, in Forms of Being, a “being-togetherness … [that] assumes the capacity of all objects to be less than what each one is, and therefore to participate … in the community of all being” (171). At the end of his career, however, in Thoughts and Things, he rethought this move and acknowledged the negativity whose force he had resisted, experiencing, as he put it, a “reinvig[oration]” of his “negativizing impulse” (25). The tension between the negative (the psychoanalytic account of the death drive) and the affirmative (the formal relationality he associated with art) found expression near the end of Forms of Being: “To open ourselves to those correspondences [of inaccurate replication] requires a relational discipline capable of yielding an ascetic pleasure that may, at least intermittently, supersede the jouissance of ‘the blindest fury of destructiveness’” (177). The tentativeness of “may” and the oscillation of “intermittently” register the ambivalence with which Bersani confronted the social “destructiveness” of jouissance.

    Let me hasten to add that I don’t exempt myself from the resistance to negativity, either. To write about negativity is always to undertake to tame it, to make sense of it, to put it to work, however much one wants to do otherwise. Our thought about negativity is mediated by what Freud calls the secondary process while negativity as such draws its energy from the displacements of the primary process. Hence, we’re always, in our critical work, domesticating it for thought, even in the process of addressing the disruptions of thought that it produces. That’s why, as I argue in Bad Education, we can neither realize negativity nor escape it.

    OB:

    Another important figure that you’ve just mentioned in the framing and debate of the antisocial turn is José Esteban Muñoz. In Cruising Utopia, Muñoz calls what we’ve been discussing as the antisocial thesis the “antirelational thesis” (11). I think it’s also worth quickly noting that Muñoz swiftly associates the “antirelational” stance with another term of longstanding debate, paranoid reading (borrowed from Sedgwick).

    While I think that the connection between these two framings is interesting, I actually wanted to hear more about something you briefly mention in your recent article “On Solidarity.” There, you intimate a turn in Muñoz’s thought toward the “negativizing impulse” that sounds similar to what you say of Bersani. You write that you found The Sense of Brown “so compelling, especially insofar as it elaborated, far more fully than Cruising Utopia, the negativity on which the concept of disidentification rests” (105n12). Could you explain what you mean here, and how you found Muñoz’s later work to be different from his position in Cruising Utopia?

    LE:

    In the preface to Sex, or the Unbearable Lauren Berlant and I addressed the anxieties produced by widespread misconstructions of the “antisocial thesis.” As we argued there, negativity inheres in any political project or in any analytic of the social opposed to the prevailing logics within which reality can be thought. In Homos, Bersani elaborated the antisociality of what he called the “gay outlaw,” a figure whose salutary association with betrayal refuses “to accept a relation with any given social arrangement” (171). As I just mentioned, however, he simultaneously attempts to redeem what he sees as the gay “inaptitude … for sociality” by reading its negativizing tendency as prelude to “a reinventing of the social” (7, 171). Even in “Is the Rectum a Grave?” when he seems most antagonistic to the notion of redemption—”But what if. … the value of sexuality itself is to demean the seriousness of efforts to redeem it“—Bersani immediately does just that, going on to frame “sexuality … as our primary hygienic practice of nonviolence” (222). Affirmations of redemptive hope, promises of collective reinvention, anticipations of Deleuzian becoming: these subtended all the resistances to the “antisocial thesis.” José Muñoz responded by adducing the imagining of a “then and there,” of a transformative communal possibility that he links to futurity in Cruising Utopia and privileges over the negativity both necessary for, an incompatible with, that possibility’s realization. As this suggests, the opposition to the “antisocial thesis” was, in large part, an opposition to the discourse of negativity even though that negativity was vital to its own political hope: the negativity that insisted on the void in any given social logic and so made possible a resistance to the social order as given. What my own work maintained, to the dismay of some, was the necessary corollary. Insofar as every social order must perpetuate that void—insofar, that is, as the structure of the social requires ontological exclusion, requires the negation of the figure made to embody the antisocial—the problem inheres in the social itself and not in its contingent forms. The antisocial, as Lauren and I put in Sex, or the Unbearable, must be seen “not in any simple antithesis to the social but rather as intrinsic to it” (xiii).

    Your focus on the shift in terminology from “antisocial” to “antirelational” gestures toward the superimposition of an adjacent debate about paranoid and reparative criticism onto the responses to the “antisocial thesis” and its focus on negativity. Muñoz, of course, asserts in Cruising Utopia that he doesn’t “want to dismiss the negative tout court.” (12). His “argument,” he declares, “with the celebration of negation in antirelational queer critique is its participation in what can only be seen as a binary logic of opposition” (13). Needless to say, since he’s explicitly responding to No Future here, I find this unpersuasive, especially since that text makes clear that “queer theory’s opposition is precisely to any such logic of opposition” (24). In fact, it’s hard to credit a resistance to binary opposition to someone who embraces “anti-antirelationality.” Nor is the context of that descriptor’s appearance in Cruising Utopia insignificant. Muñoz adduces it to characterize a passage from Eileen Myles’s memoir, Chelsea Girls, about which he says: “I want to suggest that this passage could be seen as representing an anti-antirelationality that is both weirdly reparative and a prime example of the queer utopianism for which I am arguing” (14).

    Just prior to this, he explicitly conflates what Caserio called the “antisocial thesis” with what Muñoz now calls the “antirelational thesis,” a rubric he variously associates with “paranoid” criticism, with theories asserting “the purity of sexuality as a singular trope of difference,” and with work refusing “an understanding of queerness as collectivity” (11). That these characterizations may be contradictory (the negativity that denies queerness the coherence of community responds, for example, to the non-singularity of sexuality as a trope of difference) serves largely to underscore that Muñoz’s turn to the trope of “antirelationality” bespeaks first and foremost his (binary and oppositional) investment in the paranoid/reparative debate whose mapping onto the “antisocial thesis” helped to shape the latter’s reception. You’ll never lose money, especially in America, investing in Utopian hopes; but you’ll also always get a healthy return by speculating on paranoia. Perhaps that seeming paradox speaks to the connection between the two—a connection similar to the one obtaining between Muñoz’s antiantirelationality and the negativity it refutes.

    That’s what I find so interesting in Muñoz’s final project, a project that he and I discussed the last time that we met. It engages brownness as “here and now” in contrast to his Utopian pursuit of queer futurity’s “then and there.” From the first, with Disidentifications, Muñoz had recognized the negativity—the force, precisely, of dis-identification—necessary for any approach to what a social order excludes. In responding to No Future, though, he misrecognized, from my perspective, what that book shared with his own negativity. In his rejoinder to No Future—”the future is only the stuff of some kids”—he missed the point that the future is not the stuff of any kids; it’s always an ideological fantasy, embodied by the Child and relentlessly imposed on living children (positively or negatively, to aggrandize or to devalue them) to preserve a social logic that does indeed deny certain kids a future, as made clear by No Future‘s reference to the white separatists’ “Fourteen Words,” but that does so in the name of the Child. As I’ve argued elsewhere, the Child, in its function as regulatory ideal, usually (although not always) will assume the salient attributes—including race, ethnicity, and religious persuasion—of the community that deploys it. We see that even in Muñoz’s text when he, at the very moment of characterizing the Child as “always already white,” invokes the pathos of the Child representing communitarian survival precisely on behalf of children of color: “all children are not the privileged white babies to whom contemporary society caters” (94). Rightly identifying “a crisis in afrofuturism,” which is to say, the murderousness of a social order that interprets Blackness as ontological negation, Muñoz, in my view, failed to see that the privileging of the Child, even when conceived as a Child of color, repeats the logic that generates such murderousness in the first place: the logic of conceptualizing the future, and the Child, as a property to be claimed in the service of power relations of the here and now. Without renouncing queer futurity, though, Muñoz opens onto something else in The Sense of Brown, something he seems to acknowledge in writing that “[b]rownness diverges from my definition of queerness” (121). The “here and now” of brownness, that is, comes back to the negativity at the heart of Disidentifications: “Owning the negation that is brownness is owning an understanding of self and group as a problem in relation to a dominant order, a normative national affect” (40). I don’t want to go on too long about this, but I do think that the link between brownness and negation, and, indeed, the “owning [of] negation,” is crucial to its “divergence” from Muñoz’s earlier framing of queer futurity. But what’s constant, and telling, is the focus on affect, or on what he calls “brown feelings” (40). Affective responses to experiences of negation, and their potentially negativizing consequences, offer an important arena for critical exploration and they have produced, as with The Sense of Brown, some rich and remarkable texts. My own work, though, attends to the structures that generate such negations and remains wary of giving feelings any epistemological privilege insofar as they are (over)determined by those same structures too.

    OB:

    Now, I’d like to consider your work in some more detail. How would you characterize the shift or relation from your work in No Future to Bad Education? It’s very clear that you’re continuing and developing on No Future’s insights, but there’s also a slight adjustment that’s palpable to me, but very hard to articulate. The best way that I can put it now is that Bad Education is shifting away from the study of a kind of recurrent fantasy-scene of the Child, the couple, and the queer or the sinthomosexual, to a stronger focus on queerness as an anti-philosophy. How do you understand the relation between the two book projects?

    LE:

    The link between the two projects has to do with how philosophy, acknowledged as such or not (and philosophy, for Lacan, shares fundamental precepts with religion) undergirds a given society’s determination of value. As we see in the case of Socrates, philosophy bears crucially on education insofar as it determines the values a culture chooses to transmit. It’s important to remember that Socrates was sentenced to death for two things: for worshipping foreign gods and for corruption of the young—something we all should reflect upon at this moment of politically mobilized panic about sexual knowledge, access to information, and “protecting” the “innocence” of children.

    From Plato through Hegel to Alain Badiou, Plato’s major contemporary exponent, the western philosophical tradition opposes the queerness of jouissance, its foreignness to the subject of rational thought. Badiou states this explicitly: “philosophy wants to know nothing about jouissance.” Though he’s also indebted to the thought of Lacan, whom he labels an anti-philosopher, Badiou resists the negativity to which jouissance, in psychoanalysis, is bound, which is to say, the jouissance by which sense or meaning is unbound, as in primary process thought. Philosophy, to be philosophy, to take shape as the love of wisdom or knowledge, must reject the perpetual disruption of knowledge by the Real of jouissance, which functions, in this context, like irony as defined by Friedrich Schlegel: a “permanent parabasis.” Like irony, jouissance continuously interrupts philosophy as mastery. If Lacan is an anti-philosopher, then it’s because he refuses the formalization of knowledge or the establishment of objective principles by which to regulate psychoanalysis. Badiou distinguishes the antiphilosophical imperative of Lacanian psychoanalysis from his own philosophical investments by condensing Lacanian practice into a single statement—”I dissolve” or “I undo”—which he contrasts with the philosophical utterance par excellence: “I found” or “I establish.” Whether by varying the length of the psychoanalytic session, refusing empirical criteria to evaluate the training of psychoanalysts, or recurrently dissolving his schools, Lacan, for Badiou, embodied the cut, the negativity, the interruption that makes psychoanalysis inherently antiphilosophical in its commitment to thinking the subject’s determination by jouissance.

    Psychoanalytic and philosophical schools of thought—with their differing thoughts on schooling—thus stand in radical opposition. No Future‘s analysis of the socio-political discourse of the Child led to Bad Education‘s questions about the pedagogical logics by which we manage the Child’s transition into a (re)productive adult. In this sense, I see Bad Education as exploring our anxieties about cultural transmission and the preservation of dominant values, what the book calls “the pedag-archival imperative,” in the face of figures of queerness (xvi). To be honest, it’s a bit unnerving how much No Future and Bad Education speak to our contemporary moment. So many of our current political flash points center on children and education, and especially on the so-called right of parents to “protect” their children, even in public spaces, from anything or anyone that would expose them to realities from which their parents would prefer that they be kept away. The purging of school libraries, the banning of classroom references to queer lives or to histories of racial injustice and white privilege, the incendiary proliferation of discourses of “grooming” all aim at an ideological cleansing of the public sphere of an otherness construed as inherently aggressive or assaultive—as a non-consensual encounter with an otherness, a queerness, seen as imposing on children, regardless of their parents’ will, a knowledge that violates their “innocence.” All of this hews to the template of Vladimir Putin’s promulgation of laws in Russia prohibiting any mention or representation of non-normative sexualities where minors might encounter them—a law that Putin now wants to extend in order to ban what the law describes as “gay propaganda” for people of all ages. Make no mistake: all expressions of queerness are defined as “gay propaganda.” So the inseparability of queerness from determinations of a proper education seems particularly pressing now. At the moment of our conversation, I note the introduction of two bills in the West Virginia legislature that purport to protect minors from obscene materials but include in that definition exposure to or performances by transgender persons. Such a law would make it illegal to be a transgender person in school.

    OB:

    That certainly illustrates how both texts give insight to today’s situation. It also, I think, emphasizes the connection between the two “anti-s” in our discussion. What the “antiphilosophy” of Lacanian psychoanalysis shares with the (purported) “antisocial turn” within queer studies is a concentrated interest in the negativity of jouissance within the order it studies.

    Now, it would be useful to outline how Bad Education directly links its project with other fields of theory that are thinking about the negativity of the social order in similar terms. I wanted to hear more about how, in your account, Afropessimist thinkers theorize Blackness in a loosely analogous way to how you read queerness and also how, both earlier and later than No Future, some feminists think femininity or woman within patriarchy in a comparable way. In Bad Education, you turn to the psychoanalytic concept of sex to bring these fields into conversation. Could you outline how “sex,” as you use it, connects these three fields and their unstable objects of study?

    LE:

    What truly links these fields for me is that sex, queerness, Blackness, and woman are all signifiers that contest, far more than they specify, their referents. Rather than identifying something known, they open speculation into what and how these signifiers “mean.” Of course, many who work in Black studies, feminism, and queer theory would deny that assertion, just as many in psychoanalysis would resist that understanding of sex. For such persons those terms have fixed referents that serve as the basis for disciplinary practices, usually historical, sociological, diagnostic, or communitarian: practices that have to do with the substantialized identities of “Blacks,” “women,” or “queers” as they experience their being in the world. Notwithstanding the value of that work, it’s not what I pursue. For me, those various signifiers attempt to nominate figures of exclusion from the determining frameworks of meaningfulness or of value. Rather than signifiers, in other words, of ontologically determinate beings, they are figures for what remains outside the horizon of ontology. They are, therefore, as I argue, catachreses: attempts to domesticate the unnameable by giving it a name. They seek, that is, to substantialize the other of meaningful being by locating it in particular beings (“the” Black, “the” woman, “the” queer) who then can be abjected from the social body to effect its consolidation.

    This brings us back to your question, “How is sex an operator in this particular category?” The thing to understand here is that sex as a psychoanalytic concept is not a substantive that designates either an empirical condition (as some would understand “male” and “female”) or any putative relation between sexuated subjects. Sex, instead, is the indicator of a cut, a gap, a division that enables the process of sexuation. It is the fundamental division by means of which a world of meaning takes shape. It is not a division that emerges by recognizing a priori differences, by seeing how things “really” are. It’s the division that makes possible the being of things, and the being of the world, in the first place. That’s why a crucial analog for that foundational division is Ferdinand de Saussure’s differentiation of signifiers and signifieds. In the beginning, for psychoanalysis, is not the word but the radical of division of which the word itself is a signifier.

    As I put it in Bad Education, one could imagine a mythic origin, then, a genuine creation ex nihilo, in which division initiates being by dividing nothing from itself, producing as the primal difference that between nothing and what splits off from it: the not-nothing whose negated negativity then gets positivized as “something.” Psychoanalysis attends to this constitutive division as it determines the experience of the subject (divided between conscious and unconscious, between the pull of desire and the compulsion of the drive) and as it leads us to fantasies of suture through the sexual relation. Sex, in this way, refers to the incomprehensible negativity of division as well as to the fantasy of positivized entities whose relation might resolve it. Thus “sexual difference,” for Lacan, attempts to master that division. The matching doors to which he refers in “The Instance of the Letter in the Unconscious,” bear differentiating signifiers, “Hommes” and “Dames,” and that difference attests to the imperative to locate a positive empirical difference to explain the rupture that produces the empirical as we know it. Understanding sex in this way allows us to see that race and sexuality function similarly. They too purport to positivize poles across the divide of a gap. Bad Education argues that all the names used to frame or explain that divide are always catachreses that seek to disavow the intractable negativity of the divide itself.

    OB:

    Great—this is helpful and allows me to press further into how you’re placing these categories alongside each other. I was hoping that you could expand on your claim, then, that in some sense queerness as a category possesses an almost tactical or political advantage over these other terms in the way that its ambiguity allows it to resist (but not totally) any move to positivize it. Could you outline why queerness is your preferred term over Blackness or woman or transness?

    LE:

    The virtue of queerness is that it begins as a term of wonder, curiosity, or fear, a term to mark, and eventually to stigmatize, the unfamiliar, alien, or non-normative without being bound to any particular identity. At the outset, there are no fixed attributes to the quality of queerness except its non-conformity to a given order’s customs. Even now, when queer seems synonymous with “non-normative” sexualities, the boundaries of that category are open to debate. Should middle-class cis-gendered gays and lesbians in Western democracies count as “queer” in the age of “marriage equality”? Even the endless proliferation of initials in LGBTQIAA+ reminds us that there are countless unnamed and unrecognized subsets of sexuality. Perhaps there are as many sexualities as subjects—or perhaps there are even more, since it’s not necessarily clear that one subject is confined to one sexuality.

    For me, though, the virtue of queerness lies not in its open-ended reference to non-normative sexualities but rather its open-ended reference to non-normative subject positions, thus mobilizing an older sense of queerness as foreign to the logic of community. But “queerness” is not a “privileged” term in the sense that it has some greater truth or purchase over others. “Blackness” and “woman” do similar work as tropes of ontological negation referring to an exclusion from meaning required for the positing of collectivity. That’s not to say that “Blackness” or “woman” is synonymous with queerness, but rather that each of them constitutes what Derrida called a “nonsynonymous substitution.” Each has its own distinct history and each occasions different lived experiences; each bears different consequences for relations to power, privilege, and community. But all of them figure, in particular contexts, the ontological negation through which a social order enacts the antisociality by means of which it undertakes to secure its social coherence.

    OB:

    This next question follows on from what we’re discussing here. I want to raise this question with some care for obvious historical and political reasons, but I also want to know how your reading of “queerness as foreign to the logic of community” leads you to either directly engage with or skirt topics that many would rather not broach. I’m referring both to the way that you take up incest, on the one hand, and the figure of either the pedophile or the pederast on the other. How do these two topics fit into the way that you are theorizing queerness?

    LE:

    Well, let’s start with incest. As I describe it in Bad Education—and this directly relates to what “sex” is—incest is the name, the catachresis, by which we identify a fantasy of what preceded the fall into subjectivation and difference. Incest names a fantasy (which, like many fantasies, is anxiogenic as soon as we get too close to it) of returning to the Lacanian Imaginary state, to union with the pre-Oedipal (M)/Other, and so of dissolving our subjectivity, of escaping the burden of in/dividuation. It thus designates a regression from the Father’s law, his prohibition of access to the (M)/Other that installs the subject in the Symbolic; but, crucially, the regression that incest imagines posits a return to the Imaginary from the subject position that return would annihilate. To echo Slavoj Žižek’s cogent remarks, to that extent, the fantasy of incest, strictly speaking, is impossible. This is not to deny that what legal codes statutorily identify as incest takes place, often with horrific violence. But from the psychoanalytic perspective, incest as escape from Symbolic positioning is an unrealizable fantasy for the subject to achieve. We can never return to the moment before our separation from das Ding (the Thing), to the fullness of undifferentiated presence; we only ever conceptualize it as lost. That fullness, after all, is the divided subject’s retroactive construction; there is no subject before the division that produces the Thing as loss. What the law prohibits as incest never gives access to that Thing because the Thing as such is only the loss of the Thing; it has no positive presence. Whatever fantasy legally designated acts of incest may serve to satisfy, they can never, as Žižek reminds us, offer access to the Thing. Quite simply, where the Thing is, we are not. What the law prohibits as incest never eventuates in what incest as psychoanalytic fantasy intends. In Lacan’s words, “ce n’est pas ça.”

    In this sense, incest is another name for the opening onto the impossible Real to which queerness and Blackness (among other catachreses) are also assimilated as figures. It signals the collapse of logic, temporality, and narrative by collapsing difference into sameness and thereby precluding articulated meaning. As I note in Bad Education, the category of incest has often been expanded to include both homosexuality and, as Christina Sharpe reminds us, inter-racial sexual unions, which were denounced as amalgamation. In this way incest functions as a trope for the general destitution of meaning by undoing the differential economy that undergirds signification.

    If incest, though, like queerness, figures an opening onto the Real, that doesn’t mean that incest is identical to queerness. It functions, instead, like “Blackness” or “woman,” as another nonsynonymous substitution. But this collocation leads us to an important point about queerness. The project of thinking queerness or of elaborating queer theory need not entail the affirmation of everything framed as “queer.” Queer theory, especially in the afterlife (which is really just the ongoingness) of the “antisocial thesis,” differs from the identitarianism of demographic studies insofar as it recognizes queerness as diacritical rather than substantive. Its meaning is always relational; it has no fixed political affiliation, either to the left or the right. From the vantage point of the conservative impulse inherent in a social formation, queerness will always appear as a threat to the conventional order of things. But where the order of things is governed, as in the US after World War II, by a dominant liberal consensus, right-wing populism and fascist resistance can register as queer. It’s not irrelevant, as I argued in a paper about the presidency of Donald Trump, that the recurrent denunciations of his personal and political behavior found expression in a single, outraged assertion to which political pundits returned incessantly: “this is not normal.” Queerness encompasses everything that registers as “not normal.” Queer theory doesn’t ask us to endorse all the subject positions that rubric may include, but rather to interrogate the logics of exclusion and the contradictions in the positing of values by which social orders project their internal antagonism onto subjects who, made to figure that social order’s negativity, can be negated in the hope of getting rid of the antagonism itself. Another way of putting this is to insist once more that queerness should not be construed as a positive category. On the one hand, it’s never stabilized in a positive identity and, on the other, it’s never validated as bearing a positive value. Instead, it challenges every distribution of value, power, and meaning.

    The question of pedophilia, then, must present itself to any discourse inquiring into and challenging the logic of normativity. But it’s a question almost impossible to address insofar as it tends more often to function as a signifier of sexual panic than as a signifier of sexual attraction to and/or exploitation of children. In part, that’s because the ideological category of the “child” now encompasses not only adolescents, but often even young adults. At the same time, we see our culture increasingly stigmatizing sexual relations between persons who differ in age by more than a handful of years. And in our eagerness to protect people from the compulsion to “consent” to unwanted sexual encounters, we’ve extended the category of child—that is, of those construed as incapable of giving consent—to all people, regardless of age, insofar as they are defined by certain relations (teacher/student or employer/employee, for example). In this exceedingly moralistic context, any examination of pedophilia—including reflections on its history, its social construction, or its strategic deployment as a reductio ad absurdum of any rejection of sexual norms—gets perniciously conflated with advocacy for or endorsement of it. My own work doesn’t engage pedophilia except to note that the dominant sacralization of the Child is both a spur to, and a reflection of, a fixation on the sexuality of children that gets negatively expressed—through an insistence on children’s “innocence,” which is always excitedly imagined as under threat of violation. Those banning books about same-sex penguins from elementary school libraries are clearly expending a lot of energy seeing children in relation to sex.

    Fundamental to much of this panic, of course, is an intensification of resistance to what is still Freud’s most reviled pronouncement: the existence of infantile sexuality. The child’s experience of somatic pleasures at zones (oral, anal, genital) that will be variously invested later in its sexual organization remains, for many—perhaps for most—intolerable to contemplate. Equally intolerable is the recognition, which comes by way of Lacan and Laplanche, that the child’s first encounters with the inherently enigmatic signifiers of sexuality most often come by way of its parents’ unconscious relations to its body. In light of this pervasive disavowal, the idea of thinking children as subject to sexual sensations, or even of thinking children and sex in non-phobic, non-negative perspectives, can register as supporting pedophilia and can seem like an assault, a violation in itself. Like Freud’s theories of child sexuality, though, such thought is not a violation of the child but, rather, of the Child; it violates the fantasmatic purity of the future the Child is made to signify, exposing the Child as a veil behind which parents and the social order alike mask their (inevitable) implication in the eroticization of children. Acknowledging children as sexual rather than treating sexuality as something that adulterates their intensely cathected “innocence” might well diminish the degree to which living children suffer that eroticization as embodiments of the Child.

    OB:

    That framing, again, of “assault” reminds me of a thought I had when reading the section in Bad Education—when you outline the way deconstruction appeared as a threat for people from a variety of political investments. One of the examples you choose is the journalist Michiko Kakutani, whose attack on deconstruction (and other theoretical approaches, like multiculturalism, feminism, queer theory) you say is instructive. It occurred to me that Kakutani’s The Death of Truth echoes an earlier rejection of theory, this time of Freudian psychoanalysis, in Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson’s 1984 The Assault on Truth. The parallel between the two titles is striking! Masson’s project, as I understand it, is predicated on rejecting the Freudian theory of childhood sexuality and fantasy that you’ve just outlined, and instead alleging that, in founding this now classic theory, Freud effectively denied what he had previously believed: that his patients were assaulted as children. “An act was replaced by an impulse, a deed by a fantasy,” he says. So, for Masson, the truth of The Assault on Truth is that Freudian theory’s focus on impulse and fantasy actively represses/repressed the actual assault of children, who are by implication always innocent of sexuality. The assault on children (perhaps the Child) and Truth are one here, and Freudian thought is guilty of facilitating harms to both. Would you say that’s accurate?

    LE:

    You’re right that Masson rejected Freud’s argument that children experience sexual fantasy, insisting, instead, that in abandoning the “seduction theory,” Freud was intent on masking the pervasiveness of childhood sexual abuse. It seems to me crucial to recognize, though, that Masson’s focus on the reality of childhood sexual violation and Freud’s focus on the reality of childhood sexual fantasy are by no means incompatible. One does violence to children by conceiving the two as mutually exclusive. But the reduction of sexual fantasy to a mere transcription of literal events suits the purposes of a social order so anxious to “protect” children from sexuality that it eroticizes their “innocence,” as I suggested above, and perversely creates the conditions that make such violation more likely. The point of contact between Kakutani’s and Masson’s defenses of “Truth” is the dangerous insistence on Truth as literal, singular, and universally available. Truth, as our courts of law make clear, is an interpretation or a judgement that takes place within specific frameworks for deciding what counts as evidence. Within the rules of such interpretative games, Truth can be determined. But it requires the specification of those rules, and conformity to evidentiary norms, for Truth to count as Truth.

    OB:

    That’s extremely clarifying. Finally, since we’ve touched on the ideology and politics of the Child and family, I’m curious to hear your thoughts on the term “abolition” and how it intersects with your approach to negativity. The term abolition has been applied in the context of slavery, property, police, and prisons, but there’s also been a recent revival in the last decade or so in calls to abolish the family. There are a number of theorists active in this field, but one in particular, Kathi Weeks, has mentioned your work when providing a general overview of family abolition. What’s most striking, though, is Weeks’s wording towards the end of her article “Abolition of the Family,” where her focus on negativity is close to yours. Following Michèle Barrett and Mary McIntosh, Weeks claims that an abolitionist movement “would put nothing in the place of the family” (16, emphasis added). Could you speak to how your critique of reproductive futurism either relates to family abolitionism or to the idea or process of abolition more generally?

    LE:

    Well, No Future proposes no blueprint for a better social order. It argues that the problem is not the shape of a particular social order, but the fact of social order itself. While we continuously transform our social orders in response to the internal antagonisms that make them unsustainable, whatever we produce in their stead will reproduce their structuring antagonisms insofar as these are the antagonisms that inhere in the subject of language. I’m sympathetic to the project of challenging the dominance of the family but unable to imagine forms of child-rearing free from what makes family problematic. But if we’re thinking in terms of abolition, I’m especially sympathetic to analyses of children as figures of non-freedom, however much that non-freedom may be, or be thought, in the child’s best interest. The child, after all, has no claim to sovereignty, except in judicially determined situations where, as legal jargon tellingly puts it, the child is “emancipated.” Denied the capacity to give consent, subordinated to the will of its parents with regard to educational and medical decisions, even where its life may be threatened by the parents’ refusal of treatment as a consequence of “deeply held” religious beliefs, the child, who is always enslaved to the Child, needs incisive political attention—and all the more so insofar as the child, as the thorniest figure of non-freedom, is nonetheless subjected to racially-inflected judicial determinations of when, in criminal or disciplinary procedures, it will be treated as an adult. But while I welcome the abolition of the child’s enslavement to the murderous image of the Child, I’m under no illusion that that would be possible. Nor, almost 2500 years after the sentence of death was imposed on Socrates, can I see an end to the moralized panic about the queer corruption of youth. The antagonism relentlessly projected onto such “antisocial” figures springs from the antisociality inherent in the social, which is why the various afterlives of the “antisocial thesis” will continue to play themselves out just as long as social order endures.

    Omid Bagherli is a graduate student in English and 2024–25 Dissertation Fellow at the Center for the Humanities at Tufts University. His work focuses on representations of thwarted historical recovery and redress in contemporary literature and film.

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  • Musings of a Split Subject: A review of Brahma Prakash, Body on the Barricades: Life, Art and Resistance in Contemporary India

    Sandip K. Luis (bio)

    Prakash, Brahma. Body on the Barricades: Life, Art and Resistance in Contemporary India. Leftword Books, 2023.

    Body on the Barricades: Life, Art and Resistance in Contemporary India (2023), by theater and performance studies scholar Brahma Prakash, came to its readers already winning blurb praises for being “an insightful, and unusual guidebook” (Arundhati Roy), a “work of passion,” and an invitation “to get enraged” (Santhosh Dass). It was presented as a “lyrical and searing … witness to the darkest, but also the most inspiring moments in the history of India” (Nivedita Menon). The numerous reviews of the book, which entered its third edition just a few months after release, were similarly laudatory. Prakash’s extraordinary intellectual feat was received, to quote a reviewer, as a “literary haven, where philosophy and poetry intertwine, where the written word carries us on wings of thought” (Rani).

    It is worth emphasizing, however, that this “literary haven,” when originally conceived and taken up by the author, was anything but a place of intellectual retreat. Many of the book’s chapters were written and published during the COVID-19 pandemic in the middle of the lockdown. As Prakash himself admits, quoting an anonymous reader’s observation, “The book is written in a way as though the writer is gasping” (Prakash, “Conversations”). This unique feature, the practice of “visceral thinking” as Prakash puts it (Body 33), makes the book’s overall contents, “the work” in other words, radically unworked—an “inoperative” text so to speak. Its carnal thoughts are expressed in a poetic style that is inevitably broken and elliptical, at times caught inside the infinity mirror of language. Demonstrating Alain Badiou’s axiom of “democratic materialism” that “there are only bodies and languages” (Logics 1), and being deliberately devoid of prescriptions let alone “ideas,” Body on the Barricades is anything but a “guidebook,” contrary to Roy’s estimation.

    Yet, there is a guiding motto in Prakash’s elegant and persuasive prose, silently undercutting the overarching and gloomy theme of curtailment experienced under a myriad of repressive conditions. That motto, which I express as a Beckettian dictum (Badiou, Logics 89), is simply to “Go on!”, to continue fighting every form of cordon sanitaire. Anchored on this single maxim, which is the point de capiton of an otherwise nebulous text, Prakash undertakes a daunting project that is at once poetic and philosophical. To fully appreciate the author’s efforts, one needs to start from the very tensions and contradictions to which Prakash subjects himself for the reasons specific to his writing.1

    The Poetic Prose and Its Split Subject

    Despite Prakash’s claim of following the “methodology of heart,” a methodology of non-method in other words, it is possible to place Body on the Barricades in the line of the disciplinary innovation of lyrical sociology (Abbott). Against the teleological narrativity of historical disciplines and positivistic descriptivism of conventional sociology, advocates of the lyrical turn in the social sciences endorse the writer’s reflective, sympathetic, and affectively intense engagement in the here and now of the subject. For all its lyricism, however, Body on Barricades complicates the methodological assumptions underpinning the lyrical turn, not just because of its excessive resort to poetic metaphors and philosophical contemplations but also due to an ironic desire for the narrative that it often expresses. This commitment, torn between the lyric and narrative—or the epic to be precise—produces an intriguing split subject in the text. One may outline Prakash’s necessarily unstructured and stylistically fragmented writing through the following questions: Who is the subject of the book’s poetic prose? Is it a body politic of the common masses that surpasses every logic of confinement in the most epic sense? Or, is it the author himself, a confessional subject expressing his feelings in the lyric mode and seeking, as we will see below, an intimate friendship with the reader? Or, should it be assumed, following the Lacanians, that the actual subject is located nowhere other than this split—between the epic and the lyric, the radical exteriority of the masses and the contemplative interiority of the individual?2

    The major historical episodes that inspire many of the observations in Body on the Barricades are the Black Lives Matter movement following the custodial killing of George Floyd (Chapter 1), the mass exodus of migrant workers from Indian cities triggered by COVID-19 restrictions (Chapter 4), the farmers’ protest against the extractive agricultural policies of the Indian government (Chapter 6), and the widely discussed Shaheen Bagh protests led by Muslim women against the discriminatory Citizenship Amendment Act passed by the parliament of India (though this is not a main topic in the book)—all happening amidst the pandemic and a ruthless lockdown. Reflecting on them and inspired by Bertolt Brecht, Prakash writes, “I believe epic tragedies and violence have to have an epic writing response; they cannot be captured merely by stating facts and information” (21). This is where the author forges a mimetic relationship with the other (the masses), hoping to constitute the epic subject called “the people” by transcending not just a barricaded society but also the limits of lyrical interiority. For instance, in Chapter 6, “March of the Mustard,” romantic and contemplative motifs of nature, a conventional theme of lyrical poetry, are fused with a description of the “heroic” agency of the Indian farmers (142–43). But the chapter also highlights their inability to produce a narrative (let alone being the heroes of the narrative as we shall see in a while): “You won on the ground but lacked the narrative. … And a successful protest failed in the narrative” (148).

    This sense of ultimate failure and loss leads Prakash to the seventh and eighth chapters, “A Siege Against the Siege” and “A Show for the Dead.” Whereas the former, dedicated to the 2016 Una protests against mob lynching and manual scavenging,3 is on a spontaneous gesture and interruptive moment of refusal, “a bare minimum protest … that is not marked by movements but by pauses and breaks” (157, 164), the latter is “about owning death” (199). In this final chapter, addressing a few extreme yet increasingly normal instances, such as the government’s confidential and forced cremation of a Dalit rape victim in the village of Hathras and the open graves in India-occupied-Kashmir, Prakash puts forward his final and perhaps most forceful observation. A disrupted ritual of mourning is not just an occasion for melancholic withdrawal but also a Brechtian instance of the “alienation effect” (Verfremdungseffekt) in which the subject is provided with a unique opportunity to see and seize the necropolitics of power.

    The “body on the barricades,” in its ultimate sense, is also a body politic constituted by an ethic of maitri, “the feeling of fellowship” (29). Prakash book, setting out its investigations with an interior monologue from the late Hindi modernist poet Muktibodh’s In the Dark (44–45), is an invitation to create an epic narrative—however tragic or extrapolated it may be in its direction—out of a lyrical subject’s intimate world of love and fellowship. Similar to Muktibodh’s long narrative poem that at times approaches the prosaic, Prakash’s writing attempts to situate itself between genres, suspending conventional literary taxonomies.

    Nevertheless, the subject of Prakash’s poetic prose remains split, divided between the irreconcilable differences internal to its composition. What makes Prakash’s meditations truthful to their historical context yet unable to be fully committed to the truth of historical events, is that methodologically and stylistically it is not the epic figuration of the people but the affective interiority of the lyrical subject itself from which the writing ultimately derives its strength. Responding to an interviewer’s question about the parallels between Prakash’s prose and “the lyrical essays propounded by the writers like Maggie Nelson, Claudia Rankine, and others,” he says:

    At a point in time, writing for me becomes a search for self and method. This personalised mode of writing … gives me strength. … The questions of language and accessibility of writing are very political questions. Scholars like me who came with reservation and affirmative action cannot evade this question. … The lyric essay does something to your writing. Like poetry, it gives us a force. … I also believe that some kinds of thinking only happen in poetry and lyrics.

    (Prakash, “Conversations”)

    Sharing a similar social background, I read myself between these lines. Yet, there is a pressing need to address the paradoxical place of the lyric in the prose of the contemporary everyday. Even Theodor Adorno, perhaps the foremost advocate of the lyric in the age of late capitalism, famously admitted its “barbaric” incongruity following the genocidal violence of the Second World War and the penetration of the cultural industry into every aspect of individual life (358). It is the experience of this impossibility (of writing lyric poetry) that, ironically, became the last justification for making the same possible today. An assumption of the lyrical self as the centre or the origin of the writing, even if it is cast in the mould of an identity (be it minoritarian or majoritarian), still needs to justify itself by “going out of the self.” What is commendable about Prakash’s intervention is that such an “outside” is sought not so much in any postmodern politics of difference or the social history of identity as in a profoundly anachronistic category of the epic that late modern writers and theorists including Adorno rarely address. What is latent in Adorno’s theory of the lyric, “the collective undercurrent” as he calls it, takes an explicit figuration in Prakash (66). Against Adorno’s left-liberal melancholia and the criticism of the “naivety” of the epic, be it classical, modern, or Brechtian, (49), Prakash ponders the possibility of an epic plot to affirm and narrativize the new figure of our historical present: the people or the collective.

    However, in a candid and self-reflective move, Prakash also admits the stakes and contradictions involved in his daunting project of writing the epic from a lyrical point of view. No matter how epic and heroic the composition of the multitude is, the confusion around its amorphous character, sliding between the extremes of being a murderous mob and a noble expression of shared humanity and fellowship, is repeatedly expressed following the global populist wave in the past decade. Though Body on the Barricades does not squarely address this crucial question of political theory other than remaining troubled by it, the real tension in its prose comes from a different source: the social location of the author’s lyrical subjectivity, the actual place from which he speaks. Prakash’s anecdotes begin with an honest admission of the hypocrisy and paranoia of a middle-class individual to whom many readers, including this reviewer, would immediately relate: “I felt exposed. Good that he [Kishor, a sanitation worker who decided to get married amidst the pandemic] did not say, ‘Sir, your mask is falling down’” (14). Later in Chapter 3, the most moving and personal section of the book, Prakash not only recounts his family’s difficult relationship with Muslims in a communally polarized Bihari village, but also confesses his own susceptibility to the surrounding culture of hatred: “I could have been part of a lynch mob like many others if I would not have been sensitized against hate” (80). Admissions such as this should send shivers down the reader’s spine. Hasn’t this self-exposure, the truth about one’s untruthfulness, seriously compromised the reliability of the contract/maitri that the writer sought to establish with his readers?

    The Poet-Ruler, Obscure Events

    Prakash engages with the problem of poetic demagoguery, especially with respect to the appropriation of the sixteenth-century anti-caste poet-saint Kabir by the present Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi, who is not only a fascist but also a mediocre poet, following the lead of Atal Bihari Vajpayee, the first prime minister from the same political party). As Chapter 2 only flags this question towards the end, it receives more dedicated attention in Chapter 5, “The Trial of Art.” Acknowledging that being a poet (or artist) alone is not sufficient—since we also have “darbari (state patronized) poets, poet bureaucrats, and poet corporates, the poet who participated in the riots, and the poet who became the prime minister” (124)—Prakash invites the reader to the most self-reflective chapter of the book. This is where the writer of poetic prose reflects on the very status and meaning of his vocation at a time of increasing censorship and the instrumentalization of language for state propaganda. Finally, the chapter is also the erratic point where the overall arguments of Body on the Barricades, premised on the “power of words [and images],” ironically appear to be the most vulnerable, not just because of the topic of artists and intellectuals put behind bars, but also because of the fundamental bad faith Prakash continues to hold regarding the role of art and literature. Prakash, following in the footsteps of Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, writes: “A state is ‘conservative by its very nature as a State’… [A]rt is revolutionary by its very nature as art. … The poet and the state are in a ceaseless fight [since] the relationship between art and the state is a case of ontological antagonism” (130; my emphasis). In Ngũgĩ emphatic opposition between the two takes the following form: “Absolute art is for the celebration of absolute motion, which is life: the absolute state is for the absolute cessation of motion, which is death” (14). The importance of this statement for a book about the necropolitics of confinement is perfectly understandable.

    Such assumptions about the ontological distinctiveness of art and the state, or of authorial creativity and authoritarian repression, conceal their secret isomorphism. Since a detailed elucidation of this problem exceeds the scope of this review, let me highlight an aspect that Prakash also evokes in the beginning of his meditations but chooses to leave behind. It is the damning figure of the poet-ruler (parallels to which Ngũgĩ finds in Sédar Senghor and Agostinho Neto). Prakash finds a genealogical origin of this figure in a redundant, and now historically obsolete, strain of anti-Platonism.4 Based on Ngũgĩ’s criticism of Plato’s notion of the “philosopher king,” Prakash argues that “poets cannot accept the power of morality and the certainty of truth.” “While the state wants to define everything,” he writes, “for poets and artists, nothing is fixed. It is not surprising that Plato wanted to banish poets from the Republic” (129). Prakash castigates the dictator for his preference for monologue over dialogue (a jibe in Chapter 2 at Modi who is known for evading unscripted interviews). However, it is precisely on the same ground that Plato the poet-ruler argues for the banishment of poets on the charge of their evasion of dialectics and dianoia (discursivity). What makes writing the lyric barbaric during authoritarianism is not so much its resignation to individual interiority as the authoritarian core of the poet’s authorial imagination. At first reading, Prakash’s lyric subject, with all its vulnerability and subjection to the contradictory pulls of class politics and genre classifications, appears to be anything but authoritarian. Owing to the paradoxical authority of the petty bourgeois author as well as his poetic prose, the subject exists only to the extent of erasing itself. However, by privileging the event of language and its poetic constitution, is not the author falling prey to what Badiou has called the descent “into the night of non-exposition” (Logics 59)—an obscuration of the actual political events to which Body on the Barricades seeks to remain faithful? An adventure of thought moving from spectacular protest movements (Chapter 6) to their bare minimum in strike (Chapter 7) and finally regressing to a melancholic resignation to and lyrical immersion in the emptiness of being and the obscurity of death (Chapter 8), still parallels and even overlaps with the state’s negative portrayal (Darstellung) of the political event as nothing. The real wager of an authentic political subject, on the other hand, is to resist every attempt at reducing the event into a mere void in the order of being. The subject achieves this not by picturing the event as a place “to own death,” to quote the author, but by militantly affirming the same as the irradiating provenance of the eternal—”a glorious thing made up of stardust” in Rohith Vemula’s moving words (Doshi), or “becoming the Immortal that [man] is” as Badiou puts it (Ethics 76).5

    A Comic Desire for the Epic?

    “They protested. They were emboldened. They thought that they would emerge as heroes… They remembered the slogan but forgot the song that the revolution will not be televised.”

    —Prakash (Bodies 147)

    In literary history, the world of immortals is the epic. However, in contemporary cynical reason, the epic, even when it is tragic, is seen as nothing but a farce. We have seen the split subjectivity in Brahma Prakash’s poetic prose, which develops from lyric poetry’s ambivalent desire for epic narrative. I doubt that the force of writing that Prakash finds in lyrical interiority is adequate for this daunting task. Even if we assume, contrary to Prakash, that such a force should rather come from a drive towards the immortal and the singular deeds that bestow the epic protagonists their enduring glory, we should also reckon with the fact that the real antagonist that the writer confronts is the absolute sovereignty of the comic. Let me explain.

    For all its anti-authoritarianism, Body on the Barricades refrains from laughing at authority, especially in the first person. Despite the two instances where Prakash cites the irony of the National Investigative Agency of India’s painstaking translation of the satiric songs about the Prime Minister in their charge sheet (118) and the biting sense of humor of the Una protesters in asking the cow-worshipers to do the last rites for their dead “mothers” (179), or the one or two occasions of the author’s self-ridicule (14, 165), the book’s overall tone is sad and somber. In fact, it ends with an enigmatic Epilogue by alluding to the retirement of the comic mode from history. Referring to the late modernist playwright Habib Tanvir’s preference for Greek comedies and his statement, “I want a dictator, so I can continue with my theatre,” Prakash considers what happens to theatre, especially comic theatre, under the real conditions of dictatorship (203): “With his cigar, the narrator [Tanvir] makes an exit, smiling and cracking jokes about the authority” (203). The octogenarian’s exit is provoked by the crisis of comedy as a particular genre, as it now needs to compete with a reality which is thoroughly comic—a state of affairs that is ironic, cynical, and absurdist to its core. In the resultant vacuum left by the withdrawal of the comic playwright, the lyric subject (the author) enters the stage of history, singing his longing for the epic. It is quite easy and tempting to interrupt this new entrant with a burst of contagious laughter, by joining the retired narrator (Tanvir) who is now part of the audience. However, Prakash is singularly positioned to complete the act for an important reason.

    Adorno seems to recognize and appreciate the lyric’s ability to redeem the premodern genre of epic, or at least the folk song (Volkslied), during late capitalism. It needs to be noted that Prakash’s previous publication, Cultural Labour: Conceptualising the Folk Performance in India (2019), was primarily on folk traditions and subaltern epics, references to which appear at crucial points of Body on the Barricades (for instance the Bihari love epic Reshma-Chuharmal at the end of the Epilogue). If his lyrical regression is indeed an attempt to rediscover and reintroduce the epic to break down the barriers of stagnated history, then what we are witnessing here is nothing less than a true event in thinking. Just as a body on the barricade could also be a crouching body gathering itself before hurling forth, lyricality could be a muscular contraction of thinking before lunging into the future.

    Sandip K. Luis is Assistant Professor in the Department of Art History & Art Appreciation at Jamia Millia Islamia, New Delhi. He teaches critical theory and historiography, focusing on modernism and global contemporary art. Luis received a Ph.D. in Visual Studies from the School of Arts and Aesthetics at Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, and has taught at Dr. B.R. Ambedkar University, Delhi, and the University of Kerala. His areas of research and publication include the theories of the avant-garde, biennials, and historiography of contemporary art.

    Footnotes

    1. For a short yet illuminative take on Prakash’s paradoxical vision, see Sawhney.

    2. For the purposes of this review, I largely follow the definition of the genre provided by Jonathan Culler: “If narrative is about what happens next, lyric is about what happens now—in the reader’s engagement with each line” (202). Hegel’s Romanticist theorization of lyric as subjective and epic as objective (or communal), mediated through Adorno’s redefinition of the same, is also crucial to the observations shared here.

    3. The Una strike and the related mass movements took place in Gujarat, the home state of the Indian Prime Minister. The strike was a militant response of Dalits (untouchable castes) to the widely mediatized incident of publicly flogging seven members of a Dalit family doing sanitation work by Hindu “cow protection groups.”

    4. For a criticism of contemporary anti-Plantonism, see Badiou, “Plato.”

    5. Vemula was a Dalit research scholar at the University of Hyderabad and a leading member of Ambedkar Students’ Association in India. Following the repeated persecution and caste discrimination that he faced from the university administration and the Ministry of Education, Vemula took his life in 2016, at the age of 26. Described as an “institutional murder,” the incident triggered widespread protests across India.

    Works Cited

  • Afterword: The Unkillable Antisocial Thesis in Queer Theory

    Tim Dean (bio)

    Abstract

    This Afterword takes stock of the antisocial thesis by reconsidering the significance of Jean Laplanche’s influence on Leo Bersani’s work. Emphasizing the distinctness of Laplanche’s theory of sexuality, the essay differentiates among four positions in the antisocial thesis debate: Bersani’s, Lee Edelman’s, José Muñoz’s, and Dean’s own. Contending that the death drive does not exist as such, Dean argues that negation involves more than negativity and therefore should be understood not merely as destructive but also as creative. Discriminating among claims that have tended to become conflated, the essay connects Bersani’s version of the antisocial thesis to his account of aesthetic subjectivity.

    Reflecting on the antisocial thesis nearly two decades after the infamous MLA panel that baptized it, one cannot but be struck by the semantic elasticity of antisocial and the inordinate rhetorical labor this term has been called upon to perform.1 Here and elsewhere, antisocial has been glossed as “antirelational” and “counternormative”; as “irreparable,” “impossible,” and “deplorable”; as “the impersonal,” “the inhuman,” and “the incongruous”; as “a principle of destructiveness,” as “negativity,” or as “the death drive”; and as “the sexual” in a specifically Laplanchean sense. Its multivalence raises the question of whether antisocial has become by now an empty signifier. No doubt the longevity of the antisocial thesis in queer theory derives from its diagnostic value for the discipline, the way in which it serves as a Rorschach test. Tell me what you think the antisocial thesis means and I will tell you what kind of queer you areand where you belong in the hierarchy of political radicalism on which the discipline stakes its faith. From a Foucauldian perspective, the antisocial thesis functions as a disciplinary mechanism of classification and control by producing intellectual identities. The fact that “nobody, it seems, wants to be called a theorist of the antisocial” (Svedjan) testifies to the mechanism’s efficacy. In its brazen implausibility, the antisocial thesis provokes us to define ourselves against it. Happily, the essays assembled for this special issue of Postmodern Culture suggest enough time may have passed that we can see beyond the provocation.

    I. A Provisional Withdrawal

    It has been thirty years since Leo Bersani claimed that “inherent in gay desire is a revolutionary inaptitude for heteroized sociality.” To which he added, “[t]his of course means sociality as we know it, and the most politically disruptive aspect of the homo-ness I will be exploring in gay desire is a redefinition of sociality so radical that it may appear to require a provisional withdrawal from relationality itself” (Homos 7). The blanket terms in which Bersani couched his claims—”sociality as we know it,” “relationality itself”—enabled Homos to be tagged as the inaugural statement of the antisocial thesis (Caserio 819). It was antisocial in the sense that Homos rejected “heteroized sociality” in toto, aspiring not merely to reform social relations by making them more equitable, for example, but to reinvent them from the ground up. His aspiration toward the wholescale reinvention of relations does not make Bersani a utopian thinker (or even an “ambivalent utopian”), since the discourse of utopianism derives from a Marxian intellectual tradition that held little interest for him. We all long for a better world; we are all impatient with the status quo; but there is more to utopianism than that. Although he never put it in quite this way, Bersani regarded utopianism as too complicit with the culture of redemption to be worth pursuing.2

    Instead, for the project of rethinking “sociality as we know it,” Bersani was inspired by Foucault’s concern with “new relational modes” (Foucault, “Social” 160). In later volumes of The History of Sexuality, Foucault explored how ancient practices of “care of the self,” while far from offering a blueprint, evoke a completely different picture of interpersonal and social relations (Foucault, Care). One’s relation to oneself, predicating one’s relation to others, could be understood on an aesthetic rather than a psychological basis. It is worth noting that both Bersani and Foucault were trying to rethink relationality through aesthetics—and that they were working with quite different conceptions of aesthetics than the modern one we inherit from Enlightenment Europe.3 Bersani would redefine sociality not by demystifying literary representations of inequitable social organization, as in the standard critical approach, but by diagramming unexpected formal relationships in visual and verbal art. Those formal relationships, typically virtual yet nonetheless discernible, evoked for him the unrealized potential of a much broader field of relationality. Bersani’s distinctive approach to aesthetics is variously exemplified in the special-issue contributions by John Paul Ricco, Tom Roach, and Mikko Tuhkanen.

    If, according to the sentences quoted above, Bersani’s version of an antisocial thesis rejects “heteroized sociality,” then the reader may reasonably wonder whether this phrase is simply a synonym for heteronormativity. In fact, it is not. To put things schematically, Bersani was influenced more by the “late Foucault” (the theorist of aesthetic subjectivity) than by the “disciplinary Foucault” (the theorist of normalization). This goes some way toward explaining why the queer critique of heteronormativity that Michael Warner derived from Foucault’s reading of The Normal and the Pathological turned out to be a target in Homos, rather than a resource.4 For Bersani, political critiques of normalization never went far enough; moreover, he found them to be desexualizing. Given how Foucault’s work has served as a primary inspiration for queer theory, it helps to bear in mind that the antisocial thesis represents a departure from Foucault. This circumstance has left the antisocial thesis vulnerable to charges that it tacitly reinscribes the repressive hypothesis, which Foucault laid to rest so long ago (Foucault, History 17-35).5

    Sidestepping these issues, Bersani developed his critique of “heteroized sociality” via the lesbian feminist philosophy of Monique Wittig. Against the grain of leftwing thought, Wittig articulates a thoroughgoing skepticism toward the very idea of difference: “The concept of difference has nothing ontological about it,” she insists. “It is only the way that the masters interpret a historical situation of domination. The function of difference is to mask at every level the conflicts of interest, including ideological ones” (Wittig 29). Bersani summarizes her claims by underscoring that “the straight mind valorizes difference” (Homos 39). It is because “heteroized sociality” is predicated on difference that he proposes sameness (or homo-ness) as a means for reconceiving relationality from the ground up. This is, as I’ve suggested elsewhere, a sameness without identity—a sameness that exists to the side of our governing social logics of identity and difference (Dean, “Sameness”). When queer feminist scholars, critiquing what they take to be the antisocial thesis, lament that Bersani’s “erasure of difference as the only available means for touching sociality comes dangerously close to advocating a color-blind, gender-blind, difference-blind future” (Rodríguez 10), we need to remember a couple of things. First, that Bersani’s aspiration for something like a “difference-blind future” derives at least in part from lesbian feminist philosophy; second, that reducing the principled critique of difference to a conservative rhetoric of color-blindness suggests a refusal to engage it, a cheap dismissal. What’s radical about Wittig and Bersani—radical in the sense of going to the root—is their conviction that political investments in categories of difference, far from only advancing social justice, severely limit the scope of change.6 Their critique of “heteroized sociality” remains distinct, in subtle yet significant ways, from by now familiar critiques of heteronormativity.

    Homos thus objected at once to “heteroized sociality” and to what were becoming the hegemonic terms of first-wave queer theory. At the heart of Bersani’s critique lay the matter of sex; he was irritated by queer scholarship’s tendency to skirt, idealize, or otherwise euphemize the nitty-gritties of sex. “You would never know, from most of the works I discuss,” he complained, “that gay men, for all their diversity, share a strong sexual interest in other human beings anatomically identifiable as male” (Homos 5-6). It was from this “strong sexual interest” that he would extrapolate a “revolutionary inaptitude for heteroized sociality” that might be parlayed into genuinely new forms of relationality. What José Muñoz missed in Homos, when he claimed it inaugurated an “antirelational thesis” that his queer utopianism would displace (Cruising 11), was Bersani’s emphasis on “a provisional withdrawal from relationality.” Muñoz conflated the antisocial with an “antirelational” thesis of his own invention by designating as permanent what Bersani viewed as temporary and provisional. The slippage has generated remarkable confusion ever since.

    Bersani used the antisocial—that “revolutionary inaptitude for heteroized sociality”—as a springboard for conceiving new relational modes; paradoxically his relational imagination required detours through the nonrelational. He located the nonrelational moment in sex, specifically, those moments of exceptional intensity when erotic stimuli threaten to overwhelm the subject, and sexual pleasure becomes barely distinguishable from pain. Like Freud and Foucault before him, Bersani kept returning to the hard problem of pleasure. Sexual pleasure turns out to confound straightforward intelligibility because it confounds the human body as a totalized form.7 In my view, the antisocial thesis remains opaque until one focuses on sex and, specifically, the counterintuitive role of pleasure in Bersani’s understanding of the sexual.

    Emerging from a complex psychoanalytic argument developed long before Homos, the key term in Bersani’s account is shattering, since that encapsulates the nonrelational moment. As he put it in “Is the Rectum a Grave?,” summarizing his earlier reading of Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality,

    on the one hand Freud outlines a normative sexual development that finds its natural goal in the post-Oedipal, genitally centered desire for someone of the opposite sex, while on the other hand he suggests not only the irrelevance of the object in sexuality but also, and even more radically, a shattering of the psychic structures themselves that are the precondition for the very establishment of a relation to others.

    (217)

    The counternormative strand of Freud’s theory of sexuality is thus also potentially counterrelational, insofar as pleasure bears within it an unnerving capacity to disrupt “the psychic structures … that are the precondition for … a relation to others” in the first place. The paradox of sex, in this account, is that it brings people together only to momentarily divide them via self-shattering intensities. Just as escalating pleasure can generate pain, so too can intensifying closeness abruptly yield distance.8 Sex evokes ambivalence in part because it offers a means of not only establishing relations but also undoing them.

    Do we need to spell out why acknowledging this nonrelational potential in sex fails to make Bersani a prophet of the “antirelational”? In light of Homos, I would emphasize that the psychic experience of shattering is not specific to homo sex; it also remains irreducible to the physiology of orgasm or ejaculation. Too many critics have misconstrued the psychoanalytic concept of shattering as for-gay-men-only, as if it were the outcome primarily of receptive anal sex or somehow connected with social privilege. What non-normative forms of sex sometimes make especially evident is how psychic shattering can occur without orgasm—for example, in BDSM. The intensification of pleasure in corporeal practices grouped under the rubric of BDSM regularly aims at something other than ejaculatory release. In fact, BDSM helps us to glimpse how intensifying pleasure may bear a range of possibilities, none of which need be scripted in advance. Although BDSM encounters require often elaborate forms of consent, no degree of stipulation can eliminate unpredictability or the potential for erotic surprise. The surprise may come from pushing toward something other than orgasm. Bersani’s critique of sadomasochism in Homos is, for me, the weakest part of his book, even as I share his reservations concerning hyperbolic claims made on behalf of BDSM’s political radicalism.9 The point of critical commentary should not be to identify and promote sexual practices based on their perceived politics, but rather to grasp what in sex resists every effort at instrumentalization. And this is where the theory of shattering remains relevant, no matter how glibly dismissed it may be today.

    II. The Death Drive Does Not Exist

    Bersani develops his account of sexuality from Laplanche’s reading of Freud, rather than from Lacan’s. Shattering, a translation of ébranlement, is a specifically Laplanchean coinage.10 The shattering of the subject differs from the splitting (Spaltung) that, in the Lacanian paradigm, founds the subject; it was this notion of the split subject that Bersani persistently questioned. Debates in queer theory have become confused by how Lee Edelman’s iteration of the antisocial thesis, while pledging allegiance to Bersani, in fact derives from a Manichean version of Lacan. This has allowed the significance of Laplanche to recede from view and has made the distinctiveness of Bersani’s contribution harder to appreciate. The distaste expressed in Homos for psychoanalytic axioms concerning lack and castration suggests that Bersani’s understanding of desire owed more to Deleuze than to Lacan (whereas Edelman wants nothing to do with Deleuze). Forgotten debates among Parisian psychoanalysts and philosophers are far from irrelevant here; it is more than a question of the narcissism of minor differences. Bersani’s and Edelman’s conceptions of sexuality are further apart than many commentators on the antisocial thesis debate appear to grasp.

    The penchant for turning Bersani into a Lacanian, when expounding the antisocial thesis, troubles Bobby Benedicto’s otherwise superb contribution to this special issue. From a queer-of-color perspective, he shows how Muñoz’s repudiation of Bersani misfires and, moreover, how “in order to address the violence that accrues under the sign of ‘race’ it is necessary that we retain—against the reparative imperative to seek ‘something like a whole’—an account of negativity as the lack of being that is both universal and irreparable.” Building on groundbreaking psychoanalytic studies of race by David Marriott and Antonio Viego, among others, Benedicto demonstrates Bersani’s relevance only by picturing him as a crypto-Lacanian. While much is gained here—including a welcome demystification of the reparative claims routinely trumpeted by queer-of-color critique—something also gets lost. Having tried, in my own early work, to square Bersani’s brilliant formulations with Lacanian psychoanalysis, I have reached the conclusion that it cannot be done without distorting concepts and misrepresenting intellectual genealogies to the point of incoherence (Dean, Beyond).11

    Struck by the paucity of reference to Laplanche in the special issue, I want to outline why his thinking was crucial for Bersani and, indeed, why it matters for the afterlives of the antisocial thesis. This is a matter not of choosing one proper name over another, much less of swearing fealty to one psychoanalytic tradition over another, but rather of delineating the specificity of particular concepts in order to measure what they can—and cannot—accomplish. Laplanche locates sexuality at the heart of psychoanalysis in a way that explains why the sexual can never be analogous to axes of social difference such as gender, race, nationality, or class. Putting the matter this baldly may raise eyebrows, given that an insistence on the specificity of the sexual was precisely what Muñoz objected to from the outset. “I have long believed that the antirelational turn in queer studies was primarily a reaction to critical approaches that argued for the relational and contingent nature of sexuality,” he declares. “Escaping or denouncing relationality first and foremost distances queerness from what some theorists seem to think of as contamination by race, gender, or other particularities that taint the purity of sexuality as a singular trope of difference.” Throwing down the gauntlet, Muñoz continues, “I have been of the opinion that antirelational approaches to queer theory were wishful thinking, investments in deferring dreams of difference. It has been clear to many of us, for quite a while now, that the antirelational in queer studies was the gay white man’s last stand” (“Thinking” 825). Benedicto’s contribution does a fabulous job, from a queer-of-color Lacanian perspective, at showing where Muñoz goes wrong. From a more Laplanchean perspective, I want to suggest why insisting on the specificity of the sexual entails grasping it as something other than a “trope of difference.”

    When sexuality is understood as an axis of social difference or a discursive trope, we have no difficulty in treating it like gender and race, whether through intersectionality or some other paradigm. And, indeed, when sexuality is characterized as primarily or exclusively discursive, it becomes as amenable to deconstruction as anything else. But, for Laplanche, the sexual is neither social nor discursive—even though it is constituted relationally and contingently (to use Muñoz’s terms).12 In his psychoanalytic account, the sexual, though neither properly social nor discursive, is also never predetermined or innate; hence Laplanche’s appeal for a range of queer thinkers, including Gila Ashtor, Jonathan Dollimore, Teresa de Lauretis, John Fletcher, Ann Pellegrini, and Avgi Saketopoulou, in addition to Bersani. By claiming that Laplanche conceptualizes the sexual as something other than a trope of difference, I am not suggesting he thinks it as sameness. Thinking the sexual as a trope of difference, one that could be linked to differences of gender and race, would be for Laplanche already a binding (and thus a betrayal) of the polymorphously perverse phenomenon unearthed by Freud. In that respect, “difference” remains an engine of normalization, a way of smoothing over the difficulty of the sexual.13 Muñoz’s “dreams of difference” are precisely what repress the sexual in this Laplanchean sense; those dreams may need to be interpreted for what they occlude. We might say that Muñoz dreams of utopia to avoid confronting the real perversity of sex, its resistance to demographic intelligibility; whereas Laplanche keeps trying to magnify that resistance.

    “‘Enlarged’ sexuality is the great psychoanalytic discovery,” Laplanche insists, “maintained from beginning to end and difficult to conceptualize—as Freud himself shows. … It is infantile, certainly, more closely connected to fantasy than to the object, and is thus auto-erotic, governed by fantasy, governed by the unconscious. … For Freud, the ‘sexual’ is exterior to, even prior to, the difference of the sexes, even the difference of the genders: it is oral, anal or para-genital” (Freud 161). A notion of the sexual that is prior to sexual difference—or prior to gender—is one that may be especially challenging for us to apprehend. Nothing could be easier than turning a blind eye to this “enlarged” conception of sexuality in our eagerness to politicize the sexual or otherwise instrumentalize it. I note in passing that auto-erotic, in this account, does not imply nonrelational. The adult perspective avidly forgets the infantile pleasures that remain in the driver’s seat of so-called adult sexuality.

    What makes Laplanche’s reminder about the “enlarged” conception of sexuality particularly germane to the antisocial thesis lies in how he connects it to the death drive—or, rather, what he qualifies as “the so-called ‘death drive.’”14 “In the end,” Laplanche explains, “what Freud called the ‘death drive’ is nothing but sexuality in its most destructured and destructuring form” (Freud 145). The force of unbinding, driven by a logic of intensification, can make sexuality look like destructiveness, though what is destroyed is primarily subjective homeostasis, the comfort zone of the ego—hence “shattering.” We may need to accept that the death drive does not exist as such. Instead, we live with the Janus faces of sexuality: the familiar countenance that reflects erotic identities (including queer ones), and the countervailing aspect that splinters and unbinds. There is no death drive; there is only sex.

    III. The Sexual Has No Analogue

    Sketching this argument via Laplanche allows me to clarify a point I was trying to make, earlier in the antisocial thesis debate, via Guy Hocquenghem. My claim was that what we have come to call the antisocial thesis precedes Homos by at least twenty years (“Antisocial” 827). It begins with Hocquenghem’s Deleuzean reading of Freud in Homosexual Desire (1972), which contends that “homosexual desire is neither on the side of death nor on the side of life; it is the killer of civilized egos” (150). What Hocquenghem identified as “homosexual desire” comes extremely close to the “enlarged” conception of sexuality—as polymorphously perverse and driven by a logic of intensification rather than object-orientation—described by Laplanche. Homosexual desire is not specific to homosexually identified persons, as Hocquenghem conceives it, but transverses and thereby thwarts what we ordinarily think of as sexual orientations, preferences, or identities. I would characterize this as a fundamentally psychoanalytic thesis, rather than a “presocial thesis” (Caserio 820), and I am grateful to Robert Caserio for pushing me to clarify the distinction.15 What may be deemed “antisocial” in sexuality is a propensity for unbinding that social formations and institutions find intolerable. The proclivity for unbinding has nothing to do with social or sexual identities (including so-called queer identities), all of which are bound forms. “Homosexual desire” is simply the moniker that Hocquenghem coins, after inhaling a lot of Deleuze during the first burst of gay liberation in France, to name the disturbing propensity for unbinding at the heart of the sexual.

    Half a century later, Oliver Davis and I ran with the term deplorable to describe this propensity, aiming to make visible the links among sexuality, unbinding, and hatred in the age of Trump. If the deplorable serves as one more gloss on “antisocial,” then our sense of the term clearly differs from Bersani’s vision of “a revolutionary inaptitude for heteroized sociality.” We are utilizing elements of Laplanchean metapsychology toward different though cognate ends, as we show in our reading of “Is the Rectum a Grave?” (Davis and Dean 64-73). For now, the significance of unbinding may be illuminated by Laplanche’s crucial distinction between instinct and drive. Speaking of “adult infantile sexuality,” he argues that it has “its own principle of functioning, which is not a systematic tendency towards discharge, but a specific tendency towards the increase of tension and the pursuit of excitation” (Freud 142). Whereas a sexual instinct aims toward discharge and the homeostatic reduction of tension (as exemplified in orgasm), a sexual drive aims conversely to increase and intensify excitations past the usual limits. Sex can feel overwhelming, even traumatic, because the drive conduces to disequilibrium rather than homeostasis. Psychoanalyst Avgi Saketopoulou aptly describes this as “the escalating economy of the sexual drive” (53); and it helps to account for why insatiability, far from a sexual aberration, is the unsettling norm of the drive.

    If, according to Laplanche, instinct and drive push in different directions, then so do eros and sexuality. These terms are far from synonymous. “Eros is what seeks to maintain, preserve, and even augment the cohesion and the synthetic tendency of living beings and of psychical life,” Laplanche explains. “Whereas, ever since the beginnings of psychoanalysis, sexuality was in its essence hostile to binding—a principle of ‘un-binding’ or unfettering (Entbindung) which could be bound only through the intervention of the ego” (Life 123). Hence, sexuality opposes not the social per se (that would reinscribe the repressive hypothesis) but more specifically its bound forms, including every illusion of sexual identity. One paradox of the contemporary commitment to discourses of identity is that “sexual identities,” insofar as they are cathected as identities, remain phobic of the sexual-as-unbinding. The politics of identity, so earnestly advocated by liberals and progressives in the United States, is a profoundly anti-sexual politics.

    Laplanche has pointed to these distinctions by suggesting that gender serves as a mechanism of psychical binding; but what about race?16 If we accept that sexuality is more than a category of social differentiation, then how should race be considered in this context? Linking sexuality to race as intersecting axes of difference was the solution Muñoz proposed to the “antirelational” thesis he associated with both Homos and No Future. And yet Edelman, having taken Muñoz to exemplify the position he opposed, has recently announced that his version of the antisocial thesis explains processes of racial exclusion after all. The claims of Bad Education, elaborated in this issue’s interview with the author, represent a striking reversal disguised as a development of the original position. Muñoz, having served as a convenient foil for Edelman’s argument, has now been strategically redeployed in the wake of George Floyd as an ally. When Omid Bagherli asks how Blackness, queerness, and femininity are “loosely analogous”—and specifically how “sex” fits into his iteration of the antisocial thesis—Edelman replies: “What truly links these fields for me is that sex, queerness, Blackness, and woman are all signifiers that contest, far more than they specify, their referents. … For me, those various signifiers attempt to nominate figures of exclusion from the determining frameworks of meaningfulness or of value. Rather than signifiers, in other words, of ontologically determinate beings, they are figures for what remains outside the horizon of ontology.” This is the deconstructive logic of constitutive exclusion, familiar from Judith Butler’s early work, extended to queerness, Blackness, transness, and “Woman” insofar as these are signifiers. It is because these diverse phenomena are treated purely as signifiers that they can be juggled with the same hand.

    This is fine as far as it goes; it just doesn’t go nearly far enough. Sex remains the sticking point. In the exchange with Bagherli, Edelman spells out his thoroughly desexualized understanding of sex:

    The thing to understand here is that sex as a psychoanalytic concept is not a substantive that designates either an empirical condition (as some would understand “male” and “female”) or any putative relation between sexuated subjects. Sex, instead, is the indicator of a cut, a gap, a division that enables the process of sexuation. It is the fundamental division by means of which a world of meaning takes shape. It is not a division that emerges by recognizing a priori differences, by seeing how things “really” are. It’s the division that makes possible the being of things, and the being of the world, in the first place. That’s why a crucial analog for that foundational division is Ferdinand de Saussure’s differentiation of signifiers and signifieds. … Understanding sex in this way allows us to see that race and sexuality function similarly.

    I could not disagree more. It is only by virtue of their total reduction to the register of signification that sexuality and race are here made analogous. Needless to say, I am no more persuaded by Edelman’s reduction of sexuality to Saussurean linguistics (or the gap between signifier and signified) than I am by Muñoz’s reduction of sexuality to demographic categories of difference. The expediency of both accounts is that they make gender, sexuality, and race effectively homologous; the limitation is that, in so doing, they elide not only the specificity but also the difficulty of the sexual. Both Muñoz and Edelman sacrifice sex for political convenience. They do so quite differently but nevertheless thoroughly and completely. This is the context in which, in Hatred of Sex, Oliver Davis and I mounted a critique of the role of intersectionality in queer theory—a critique that the present remarks aim to amplify.

    Discussing the antisocial thesis, Edelman rather disingenuously lumps my critique of No Future with Muñoz’s.17 As I hope is clear by now, my psychoanalytic argument was notably distinct from the latter’s sociopolitical one. Edelman’s recent claims about the analogous functioning of sexuality and race enable me to clarify how far I dissent from both positions, including repeated attempts to reduce the antisocial thesis debate to “two sides.” There were always more positions in the debate than either he or Muñoz was willing to acknowledge; the latter’s argument was simply the softer target for Edelman. Given how the debate has played out, I want to emphasize not that racial fantasies are irrelevant to the antisocial thesis, but rather that sexuality and race function at completely different levels. As an active force of unbinding, sexuality has no analogue among the manifold concepts and paradigms devised to explain racial injustice. What is specifically psychoanalytic about sexuality is the polymorphous, the paragenital, and the propensity toward unbinding, not the logic of exclusion or proliferating tropes of difference. One might even say that what distinguishes the sexual is its persistence at overriding tropes of difference in the pursuit of pleasure.18

    That persistence is also, of course, the problem. Recognizing the specificity of the sexual poses an insuperable challenge for any account that wishes to harness sexuality toward political ends. The sexual remains intractable—which is why it vanishes so quickly from most critical arguments, including those that ostensibly take sex or sexuality as their topic. Teresa de Lauretis, one of the founders of queer theory in North America, has registered this intractability in her own discussion of the antisocial thesis:

    The impasse, the negativity inherent in [Freud’s] view of human society, is at odds with the politics of gender or indeed with any politics, if by politics we mean action aimed at achieving a social goal, whether that is the common good or the good of some. This being at odds of sexuality and politics is at the core of what I have called the equivocations of gender, the confusion of gender and sexuality. I think that it also subtends the arguments for an antisocial politics of queer theory. Political contestation, opposition, or antagonism is anything but antisocial; it is constitutive of a democratic society. What is antisocial is sexuality, the pleasure principle, and most of all the death drive.

    (“Queer Texts” 254)19

    In her compelling critique of the politics of No Future, de Lauretis draws specifically on Laplanche, though she might have been more precise in the final sentence quoted above. What renders sexuality ineluctably “antisocial” is the paradoxical aspect of the pleasure principle—its escalating economy, its resistance to homeostasis—that can make it look like a death drive. Sexuality becomes marginally more palatable when we filter out its most recalcitrant dimension as something separate named “the death drive.” Yet to recognize that sexuality is characterized by a propensity for unbinding renders “the death drive” conceptually superfluous, even as it indexes a hard limit to every attempt at conscripting the sexual for determinate political ends. This may explain why queer theory keeps evading the sexual and, indeed, why its evasions have only intensified since Bersani diagnosed the problem thirty years ago in Homos. The more institutionalized queer theory has become, the leerier of the sexual. Respectable queer theorists these days would rather discuss anything but sex.

    IV. Spitting It Out

    The misalignment of the antisocial thesis with “the death drive” throws light on efforts to link it with Afropessimism. Edelman can jump on the Afropessimism bandwagon only by evacuating queer of all sexual specificity. We need to bear in mind that Afropessimist discourses derive their moral authority from the literal and symbolic deaths of Black persons as a result of enslavement. It is too easy for North American academics, by way of rhetorical appeals to negativity, to elide the complex political and conceptual distinctions among social death, human mortality, anti-Blackness, and “the death drive.” Having indicated how the sexual propensity for unbinding remains distinct from any death beyond that of the ego (“shattering” is not social death), I want also to suggest that psychic unbinding amounts to more than merely another instance of negativity.20 The unbinding toward which the sexual drive relentlessly pushes can appear negative—destructive, traumatic, overwhelming, antisocial—but only from the perspective of the ego as a bound form. Identities loathe unbinding. However, psychic unbinding is also potentially creative, as both Laplanchean and Lacanian thinkers have demonstrated in different contexts. It cracks open the possibility for something new to come into being.21

    Another way of stating this problem would involve acknowledging just how much of the furor around the antisocial thesis boils down to the negation embedded in its anti– prefix. The thesis remains provocative because it is expressed, first and foremost, as an antithesis. Robyn Wiegman’s contribution registers one aspect of this problem by describing meta-continuities between Homos and the positions Bersani opposed: “On the one hand,” writes Wiegman, “we have Bersani in Homos: anti-communal, anti-assimilation, anti-identitarian, antisocial. On the other hand, we have queer commentary ever since: antinormative, anti-institutional, anti-identitarian, antisocial, anti-antisocial, and even, if you insist, anti-antinormative.” My point departs from Wiegman’s insofar as I’m concerned with the role of negation, which has become flattened to the point of caricature in these debates via its reduction to the anti– and, perhaps inevitably, the anti-anti-. Benedicto begins a process of unflattening by differentiating the historically particular forms of “social negation” to which marginalized populations are subjected from the “ontological negativity” that founds subjectivity. Whereas the former is contingent (albeit pervasive), the latter is constitutive. This distinction between social negation and ontological negation (or lack-in-being, in Lacanian parlance) is helpful not least because the two forms of negativity remain utterly confused in Muñoz’s work.

    Psychoanalytic discourse on negation is far from exhausted by this preliminary distinction. Freud showed how the human mind has at its disposal a range of strategies for refusing what seems intolerable. Distinctions among foreclosure (Verwerfung), repression (Verdrängung), disavowal (Verleugnung), and denial (Verneinung) are but the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Freud’s account of negation.22 The “negativity” that Edelman insists on appears as too blunt a conceptual instrument to register the necessary distinctions. Just as there is more to psychic unbinding than mere negativity, so is there more to negation than negativity, strange though it sounds to put it that way. Beyond what Benedicto calls social negation and ontological negativity, there is the hugely consequential symbol of negation that enables thinking to occur in the first place. As Freud puts it, “the performance of the function of judgement is not made possible until the creation of the symbol of negation has endowed thinking with a first measure of freedom from the consequences of repression and, with it, from the compulsion of the pleasure principle” (“Negation” 239). This “symbol of negation,” indispensable to the exercise of the faculty of judgment, remains a predominantly positive rather than negative development for the human subject. The symbol of negation is a vital creation, not a destruction.

    The subtlety of Freud’s account of negation derives from his observation that there is no No in the unconscious. “There are in this system no negation, no doubt, no degrees of certainty,” he resolutely declares, in a locution that itself admits of no doubt (“The Unconscious” 186). If, despite the preponderance of negative feelings such as hatred, there is no negation in the unconscious, then where does it come from? Negation hails from the ego—”recognition of the unconscious on the part of the ego is expressed in a negative formula”—but not in any simple fashion (“Negation” 239). There is, in Freud’s account, a sharp asymmetry between affirmation and negation whose pertinence has been missed in the antisocial thesis debate and its aftermath. The Hegelian philosopher Jean Hyppolite draws out the significance of that asymmetry in a commentary on Freud’s “Negation” presented to Lacan’s seminar some seventy years ago. “Primordial affirmation is nothing more than affirming; but to deny is more than to wish to destroy” (Hyppolite 293). The something more in negation—more than negativity or destructiveness—is the symbol of negation that frees thinking from total capture by the pleasure principle.23 Freud’s brief essay has enormous ramifications because it engages “the problem of negation in so far as it might be the very origin of intelligence,” Hyppolite suggests (290-91). The essay shows, in a word, how negation remains irreducible to negativity.

    As far as I am aware, Bersani never mentioned this essay. Perhaps it takes a Lacanian concern with symbolization to make fully evident the significance of “Negation.” And yet, without referring to it, Bersani ran further than almost any other contemporary thinker with the key insights of Freud’s essay, because he grasped how a primordial negation permits the human subject to separate itself from the oneness of being.24 Or, rather, he saw how negation grounds the illusion of our separateness. As a primary technique of individuating, negation brings with it the ills of modern individualism—though Bersani never put it quite like that. Instead, he extrapolated from Freud’s contention that “what is bad, what is alien to the ego[,] and what is external are, to begin with, identical” (“Negation” 237).25 The world becomes exploitable—less than loveable—by being made external to the ego through a primordial negation. And yet, as Hyppolite reasons in an anticipation of Bersani, “once upon a time there was an ego (by which we here should understand a subject) for which nothing as yet was alien” (294). Far from intrinsically negative, the alien, the external, and the hateworthy must be made so.

    The process of making them so involves establishing the world as external to the self in a uniquely primitive way, as Freud explains in his discussion of the faculty of judgment:

    Expressed in the language of the oldest—the oral—instinctual impulses, the judgement is: ‘I should like to eat this’, or ‘I should like to spit it out’; and, put more generally: ‘I should like to take this into myself and to keep that out.’ That is to say: ‘It shall be inside me’ or ‘it shall be outside me.’ … [T]he original pleasure-ego wants to introject into itself everything that is good and to eject from itself everything that is bad. What is bad, what is alien to the ego and what is external are, to begin with, identical.

    (“Negation” 237)

    This division of being into internal and external—a correlate of the imaginary pressure to segregate everything, including discursive statements, into “good” or “bad”—is precisely what Bersani set out to question in his later work. What he called the oneness of being is hard to fully conceptualize because it renders irrelevant those elementary orienting distinctions such as inside versus outside, without which we tend to lose our moorings. When I suggested earlier that Bersani aspires to rethink relationality from the ground up, I was gesturing toward this elemental level of disorientation and reorientation, a level at which our familiar categories of difference barely make sense. We cannot simply go there.

    In a remark that understates what may be involved, Bersani and Dutoit observe that the “move into new relational modes requires a certain mourning for the relationality left behind” (103). The radical reworking of relationality is easier said than done. It entails not just one form or another of conceptualization, but the laborious psychical work of mourning established orientations and perspectives. Accessing new relational modes takes a measure of Trauerarbeit. Rather than dwell on mourning that which must be left behind, however, Bersani turns to the aesthetic—less in the mode of avoidance than for inspiration. In his collaborative work with Ulysse Dutoit, he focused extensively on visual art—painting, sculpture, and especially cinema. Yet, for Bersani the aesthetic designated a much wider field of existence than specifications of medium or genre can convey. Aesthetic subjectivity is the form of being that has failed or refused the primordial negation through which psychological individuality establishes itself; it is for this reason that aesthetic subjectivity discloses new relational modes. To grasp Bersani’s sense of the aesthetic, one needs to dispense with any notion of the frame or boundary separating art from life. As unframeable, aesthetic subjectivity partakes of that unboundedness toward which the sexual perpetually pushes.

    In view of the antisocial thesis, I would emphasize that the new relational modes characteristic of aesthetic subjectivity cannot be understood as oppositional, antagonistic, or dialectical. They do not involve negations. Whether described in terms of homo-ness, inaccurate self-replication, or the communication of forms, aesthetic subjectivity works with an ontology that eschews divided being. By the same token, aesthetic subjectivity does not restore the unified, centered subject that division properly displaced: the oneness of being gives rise to neither unity nor division because it exists apart from all psychologies of subjectivity. Aesthetic subjectivity remains ineluctably impersonal. Thinking outside the framework of psychological interiority was also what drew Bersani to Foucault’s work on Greco-Roman ethics, though the latter did not name anything like a oneness of being. Instead, Foucault became fascinated by the emergence, in antiquity, of a hermeneutics of the self that bore no resemblance to the psychologized, interiorized self of modernity. Without the primordial negation that institutes a division between internal and external, the notion of psychological interiority makes no sense. How, then, should we understand the oneness of being?

    “A distinctive trait of that oneness is incongruity,” Bersani argues (Thoughts 64). Rather than a post-Saussurean universe structured via oppositions, we have an aesthetic ontology distinguished by continuous incongruities. The significance of incongruity for Bersani’s thinking about aesthetics and ethics has been elaborated, in this special issue and elsewhere, by Ricco.26 That shift from a broadly poststructuralist model of subjectivity (evident in The Freudian Body) to a conception of undivided being portends a markedly different approach. Attending to the rhythms of Bersani’s thought has always seemed worthwhile to me precisely because his conceptual moves cannot be readily apprehended within the usual terms of contemporary criticism and theory. His work remains incongruous to the field. For example, the oneness of being is neither a utopic nor a pragmatist idea; moreover, Bersani’s critical approach to art qualifies as neither “paranoid” nor “reparative.” Outside the paradigm of psychological interiority there is no basis for paranoia. And yet because he took Melanie Klein seriously, Bersani was never going to fall for the false dichotomy of “paranoid” versus “reparative” reading with which Sedgwick inveigled queer studies.27 He understood that art does not repair human experience (despite frequent claims to the contrary), but instead offers a radically other experience. To find ourselves reflected in artworks—whether in painting, cinema, or literature—would be to fail to see the impersonal, incongruous aesthetic subjectivity of which art provides glimpses. The focus on “representation,” in both senses of that word, diminishes what we can see.

    Stressing incongruity enables us to clarify that Bersani’s relational ontology is neither fully harmonious nor yet oppositional. The absence of negation within the oneness of being makes it, in my view, a poor fit with the antisocial thesis as it has been conceptualized. Ricco’s apt description of oneness as “unlovable” should deter any impulse to idealize undivided being as utopic or untroubled. When Bersani invokes the intractable, I think he means it: undivided being is no panacea. If ontological continuity discloses our profound interconnectedness (before and beyond the illusions of individuality), then it also suggests our implication in whatever we might wish to repudiate. Rather than completely freeing us from violence, for example, the oneness of being compels us to face it as our own. In the end, it may be because the sexual remains intractable that—despite everything said against it—the antisocial thesis is unkillable.

    Tim Dean is the James M. Benson Professor in English at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. He is the author of Unlimited Intimacy: Reflections on the Subculture of Barebacking and, most recently, Hatred of Sex (coauthored with Oliver Davis). He is completing a book titled After Pandemics: COVID-19, AIDS, and the Literature of PrEP.

    Notes

    1. Thanks to Austin Svedjan, John Paul Ricco, and the editors of PMC for giving me the opportunity to write an afterword to this special issue; thanks to Robert Caserio and Ramón Soto-Crespo for conversations about the antisocial thesis; and thanks to Leo Bersani for the ongoing inspiration of his work. My essay responds to the rich contributions gathered here, but it also responds to the many baffled questions about the antisocial thesis that students and colleagues have asked me over the years. If, in what follows, I rehearse arguments I’ve made elsewhere, I can only hope these repetitions qualify as recategorizations in the sense that Bersani used the term, and that they serve to enlighten a set of debates whose polemical edge has tended to blunt rather than sharpen their clarity.

    2. See Bersani, Culture. He expressed no interest even in Foucault’s fascinating account of heterotopias.

    3. As Ricco elaborates in his introduction to this volume, “the aesthetic names that mode of ethical-cultural practice that is without policy or program, and is never about laying down the law. Precarious in its relation to immortality and any afterlife, and unbecoming and impoverished in its sensorial sensuousness, thus providing no final satisfaction or resolution as in classical notions of beauty, the aesthetic bears the inhuman and inanimate within it. It is the realm of imagined, virtual, and speculative thought; it is impossible to detach either from erasure or disappearance in its very inscription and appearance; and it is—without any need to invoke ‘art for art’s sake’—workless, inoperative, and a means without end. Harboring no secret interiority, for Bersani in particular, the aesthetic is one of our principal means of affirming the infinite correspondences of the mobility of forms in the world, about which there will never be a time when all correspondences will have been discovered.”

    4. See Warner, “Introduction”; and Trouble. Although Canguilhem’s 1966 study of the modern derivation of “the normal” was foundational for Foucault, for Warner’s conceptualization of heteronormativity, and for biopolitical theory in general, Bersani never really registered its significance.

    5. In “An Impossible Embrace,” I argue that Edelman’s version of the antisocial thesis reverts to a repressive-hypothesis model of the relationship between sex and power by picturing reproductive futurism and queer sexuality as purely oppositional (“Impossible” 137-38). In contrast to Edelman, I have always found political critiques of normalization indispensable because they amplify Lacan’s lifelong critique of psychologies of adaptation (Dean, Beyond).

    6. With the theory of différance, Derridean deconstruction expanded the possibilities for thinking about difference without positive terms—and thus without consolidating differences into the antagonistic logic of identity (see Derrida, Dissemination). The problem that both Wittig and Bersani put their fingers on is that whenever linguistic différance is mapped onto the social realm, differences acquire a positive content—gender difference, racial difference, and so on—that obviates the non-antagonistic logic of différance.

    7. “Everything relating to the problem of pleasure and unpleasure touches upon one of the sorest spots of present-day psychology,” admits Freud with exasperation. Attempting to describe that quality of feeling known as sexual excitement, he elaborates the conundrum of sexual pleasure in the following way: “I must insist that a feeling of tension necessarily involves unpleasure. What seems to me decisive is the fact that a feeling of this kind is accompanied by an impulsion to make a change in the psychological situation, that it operates in an urgent way which is wholly alien to the nature of the feeling of pleasure. If, however, the tension of sexual excitement is counted as an unpleasurable feeling, we are at once brought up against the fact that it is also undoubtedly felt as pleasurable. In every case in which tension is produced by sexual processes it is accompanied by pleasure; even in the preparatory changes in the genitals a feeling of satisfaction of some kind is plainly to be observed. How, then, are this unpleasurable tension and this feeling of pleasure to be reconciled?” (Three 209).

    8. This sense of the distance in closeness has been developed with respect to aesthetics by John Paul Ricco as “shared separation” (Decision).

    9. For further discussion of Bersani’s critique of SM in Homos, including how he complicates his earlier account of masochism as a tautology for sexuality, see Dean, “Foucault and Sex.” For a compelling account of the psychically transformative potential of BDSM—and one that focuses more on sadism than masochism—see Saketopoulou.

    10. The key reference here is Laplanche’s Life and Death in Psychoanalysis, chapter 5, “Aggressiveness and Sadomasochism” (85-102), where ébranlement is rendered as “perturbation” by the translator, Jeffrey Mehlman (87-88). However, in chapter 2 of The Freudian Body (29-50), which leans heavily on Life and Death in Psychoanalysis, Bersani translates ébranlement as “shattering” and effectively makes it his own. Whereas Laplanche deploys ébranlement as a term, Bersani develops shattering into something like a concept. He takes a passing comment in Laplanche and intensifies it via Bataille to generate a powerfully new idea, albeit one whose brilliance has been dulled through rote repetition and poor comprehension.

    11. Although contradictions can be intellectually generative, conceptual incoherence beyond a certain point serves only to mystify. Let me be clear that I’m not suggesting Benedicto’s contribution is incoherent, only that there exists a bigger gap than he lets on between Edelman’s (Lacanian) formulations and Bersani’s (Laplanchean) theses. In 2016, at the behest of David Lichtenstein, the New School for Social Research hosted an illuminating set of debates between Lacanian and Laplanchean theorists, with the results published in Division|Review. See Jon Todd Dean, et al., “Lacan-Laplanche Debate.”

    12. To forestall further confusion, let’s be clear that Laplanche’s is not an “antirelational” theory of sexuality. He lays great stress on the emergence of the sexual drive in humans as a response to implantation of an enigmatic message by the other; for Laplanche there can be no sexuality without this asymmetrical intersubjective relationship. The point, while obvious, needs to be made explicit owing to the influence of the relational school of psychoanalysis, which not only touts itself as the most inclusive and progressive among contemporary psychoanalytic orientations but also tends to monopolize critical discourse about the relational in certain contexts. Muñoz fell under the sway of the relational school to the extent that its US headquarters are located at New York University, where he taught for twenty years. My view is that the milieu in which he worked gave Muñoz too narrow an idea of what it means to conceptualize sexuality as relational.

    13. Here I follow a convention of Laplanche and his translators by referring to “the sexual” in its noun form as much as possible, despite occasional awkwardness. Here is how John Fletcher explains the convention in an editorial note: “Laplanche invents a neologism in French by transforming the German component adjective Sexual– into a free-standing noun, in pointed contrast with the standard French term sexuel. (In German Sexual mainly appears as a bound adjectival root in combination with a noun, e.g. Sexualtrieb—sexual drive, Sexualtheorie—sexual theory.) This is an attempt to register terminologically the difference between the enlarged Freudian notion of sexuality (le sexual) and the common sense or traditional notion of genital sexuality (le sexuel). This terminological innovation cannot really be captured in English as the German term Sexual coincides exactly with the spelling of the standard English term ‘sexual,’ rather than contrasting with it as in French” (Laplanche, Freud 1n1).

    14. See Laplanche, “The So-Called ‘Death Drive.’” This argument reaches back to the reading of Freud in Life and Death in Psychoanalysis that had such an impact on Bersani.

    15. Or perhaps we should say that the infantile, polymorphously perverse sexual is asocial, rather than consistently antisocial or definitively presocial. Although it is neither dictated by social norms nor fully assimilable to them, the sexual does not come into existence without intersubjective relationships that are themselves invariably bound up in the social. It is the sexual’s incomplete assimilability to the social, rather than the chronology of its emergence, that seems to me the key point.

    16. The ways in which gender binds—and may be unbound or rebound in trans subjectivities—has recently been elaborated by Saketopoulou and Pellegrini in a brilliant Laplanchean account of clinical work with transfolk. The power of gender to bind the sexual also helps to explain the widespread reactivity anatomized in Judith Butler’s recent book—though I note that Butler manages to avoid any discussion of the sexual whatsoever (see Who’s). Characterizing gender as risky territory, Butler declines to acknowledge that gender is one of the principal forms through which culture makes safe the more volatile territory of the sexual.

    17. Referring to the MLA panel, Edelman wrote in 2006, “this panel brought together advocates of political negativity (Judith Halberstam and me) and those promoting a practice they defined, instead, as queer utopianism (José Muñoz and Tim Dean)” (“Antagonism” 821). In his interview for this special issue, Edelman repeats a version of the mischaracterization: “Muñoz and Dean were on one side and I was on the other, with Jack [Halberstam], at least as I saw it, having a foot in both of those camps.” For my part, having never mentioned (much less promoted) “queer utopianism,” I cannot help picturing Muñoz rolling in his grave at Edelman’s bizarre conflation of our respective positions.

    18. I do not mean that the sexual drive is “blind” to categories of difference—far from it—but only that its logic of intensification predisposes the sexual to override divisions and differences en route to unbinding. By the same token, however, the escalating economy of the sexual drive readily exploits categories of difference in the service of intensification. For example, histories of racial hierarchy and racialized violence may be invoked in BDSM to intensify relations of dominance and submission, as has been meticulously demonstrated (Cruz; Saketopoulou). My point is that, even as racial categories are indubitably eroticized (with sex and race often tightly intertwined), race and the sexual cannot be conceptualized analogously (or homologously) without losing sight of the sexual as a force of unbinding.

    19. See also de Lauretis, Freud’s Drive 39-57. Similarly, Bersani often emphasized that which remains intractable—as, for example, in his interview with Tuhkanen: “The great thing about psychoanalysis is its most somber aspects, the death drive, the aggressiveness, and something intractable that no social change will ever undo” (Bersani, “Rigorously” 282).

    20. On the topic of social death, see Patterson.

    21. See Copjec on sublimation (Imagine) and Saketopoulou on the psycho-aesthetic implications of what she theorizes as “traumatophilic repetition” (Sexuality).

    22. These terms are differentiated in Freud’s work, though not consistently so. The distinctions are complicated further by difficulties of translation, as Laplanche and Pontalis point out: “The common linguistic consciousness of each language does not always distinguish clearly between terms which denote the act of negating, while it is even rarer to find one-to-one correspondences between the various terms in the different languages” (261).

    23. “What does this asymmetry between affirmation and negation [négation] signify? It signifies that all of the repressed can once again be taken up and used again in a sort of suspension, and that, in some way, instead of being under the domination of the instincts of attraction and repulsion, a margin of thought can be generated, an appearance of being in the form of non-being, which is generated with negation, that is to say when the symbol of negation [négation] is linked up with the concrete attitude of negation” (Hyppolite 297).

    24. Perhaps the closest Bersani came to considering negation directly was a sentence about Hegel in Thoughts and Things: “The type of negation that authorizes what Hegel called ‘the mere “Either-or” of understanding’ institutes that discontinuity in mental life that leads to such notions as the divided self and the distinction between the present and a lost but intact and retrievable past” (74).

    25. A version of this sentence (which I quote from “Negation”) appears in “Instincts and Their Vicissitudes” (136); Bersani tends to refer to that text rather than to “Negation.”

    26. See Ricco, “Incongruity.” Ricco’s rich meditation on “unlovable oneness” in the special issue is particularly illuminating. Comparing the “syntactical oneness” of Eimear McBride’s strange novel A Girl Is a Half-Formed Thing with the “chromatic oneness” of Ellsworth Kelly’s paintings, Ricco suggests how art may guide us in “going along with what is unlovable.” This is a conception of art as neither mimetic representation nor moral instruction but, rather, as disclosing incongruity to be “the logic, syntax, and rhythm of the undivided self.” The point is hardly to reframe the unlovable as lovable through positive images of what may be socially disprized—we are not dealing here with a negation of the negation.

    27. Long before “Paranoid Reading and Reparative Reading,” Bersani had explored the pervasiveness of paranoia and the inadequacy of reparative gestures in response to it; indeed, one might interpret The Culture of Redemption (1990) as a book-length refutation-in-advance of Sedgwick’s claims.

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  • Retracing Disappearance: Literary Responsibility and the Return of the Far Right

    Federico Pous (bio)

    A review of Bishop, Karen Elizabeth. The Space of Disappearance: A Narrative Commons in the Ruins of Argentine State Terror. SUNY P, 2020. SUNY Series in Latin American and Iberian Thought and Culture.

    The Space of Disappearance offers a profound reflection on the figure of disappearance as a literary mode of depicting, unraveling, and subverting the modus operandi of political life in Argentina. Through detailed analyses of singular literary works by Rodolfo Walsh, Julio Cortázar, and Tomás Eloy Martínez, Karen Elizabeth Bishop outlines a very suggestive hypothesis that traces a collective literary construction of different modes of disappearance. Following Maurice Blanchot’s idea that “the goal of literature is to disappear,” Bishop identifies “dissimulation” (Walsh), “doubling and displacement” (Cortázar), as well as “suspension” and an “embodied superabundant” (Martínez) as literary modes of disappearance which are, at the same time, “symptoms and products” of the disappearance of literature itself. Ultimately, Bishops argues that there is a “narrative commons” in which disappearance operates, not only by denouncing the actual systematic killing and disappearance of dead bodies perpetrated by the state during the last dictatorship (1976-83), but also by putting to work an “ethical commons” that aims to dismantle, bear witness, and eventually cope with the profound terror generated during that historical period in Argentina. Bishop’s interventions touch on multiple angles of the role of literature in the construction of political narratives with clever close-readings, relevant socio-political connections, and dense theoretical reflections that make the book worth reading. From my point of view, her most interesting reflections refer to the tensions between the role of the writer and the political interpellations at the time.

    Grounding Disappearance

    From a historical perspective, the desaparecidos have become a tragic imprint for recent Argentinean cultural and political history. The systematic production of enforced disappearance carried out during the last military and civic dictatorship included the political persecution of militants and political opponents, who were kidnapped, tortured, and assassinated, followed by the disappearance of their bodies. The proliferation of clandestine centers of detention and extermination (CCDE) was at the center of these repressive practices, leaving a profound wound in Argentinean society. A partial reconstruction of the events carried out by the CONADEP and published first in the book Nunca Más (1985), revealed that there were 340 CCDE, and it was calculated that 30,000 people disappeared at the time. Furthermore, the practice of disappearing bodies after killing political opponents by official repressive forces (or paramilitary groups) can be traced back at least to the beginning of the previous dictatorship (1966). However, the systematization of disappearance as the heart of the repressive system took place in the 1976–83 period, filling the whole society with fear and terror.

    In this context, grounding disappearance becomes quite paradoxical: on one hand, it requires proper investigation to both unravel and reconstruct the modus operandi of the state and its repressive system; on the other hand, the literary imagination grows in the space of disappearance, as it is an intangible terrain that cannot ultimately be grasped. Walsh’s short story, “Esa mujer” (1965) about the handling of a woman’s dead body is so effective because he doesn’t mention who she is, even as the reader assumes she is Eva Perón. In contrast, the effects of Eva Perón’s body’s journey fulfilling and overflowing the figure of the desaparecidos in Martínez’s novel seems to overwhelm the hole left by the real desaparecidos in Argentinean society. Bishop mentions the impossibility of burying Evita’s body [in the ground] and its symbolic derivations. In these instances, literature puts to ground, or grounds, these modes of disappearance that cannot otherwise be grasped. By abstention or by excess, each writer appeals to the reader to bear witness and process what is missing. Bishop mentions that her intervention goes along with the allegory of the crypt (Avelar) that pinpoints the impossibility to complete the mourning process, and, of course, with the ongoing work on memory carried out in the country during the post-dictatorship period.

    Pierre Vidal-Naquet maintains that “the [Jewish] genocide was thought and imagined by [the Nazis, which] demonstrates that it is possible to think it and imagine it” in order to represent it (qtd. in Crenzel 13). In that sense, the task of the literary imagination could reflect the attempts that preceded the production of desaparecidos during the seventies. And indeed, this matrix of disappearance can be traced as one of the foundations of the nation-state in the so-called Campaña del Desierto (1879-1880), when in the name of “Argentina” the newly formed army took over the Patagonia region killing most of the Indigenous population that were living on that land. The massacre of the Indigenous population, then, and the national narrative that erased the now-called Pueblos Originarios (the last of them were supposedly killed during that campaign), along with the erasure of the afro-descendant population (they were supposedly annihilated after a yellow fever epidemic in 1870), can be considered early practices (and narratives) of disappearance at play at the very foundation of the Argentine nation-state. From that perspective, Bishop’s grounding of disappearance displays a narrative commons that stretches throughout Argentinean cultural history with the ethical injunction of dismantling its repressive apparatus and solidified narratives, while also tending to the wounds and scars left in the affected people that have been part of Argentinean society since its inception.

    Literary Responsibility

    The Space of Disappearance explores the tension between the general impulse of literature to disappear and the writer’s responsibility to reflect on (and intervene in) the events taking place in the social and political life at the time. In that sense, Pilar Calveiro asserts that the “disappearance power” (poder desaparecedor or poder concentracionario) carried out by the military forces made the “concentration camps [CCDE] and the society tightly united. … The whole society was the victim and the perpetrator, the whole society suffered, and everyone has, at least, a responsibility” (my trans.; 159). This social call for responsibility interpellated especially a generation of intellectuals who were compelled to intervene politically, despite their different political conceptions. In the words of Walsh, interviewed by Piglia in 1970 and cited in the book, “I can’t conceive art if it is not directly related to politics” (“no concibo hoy el arte si no está relacionado directamente con la política”; my trans.; Walsh). This collective mantra interpellated the three writers analyzed in this book in a common search to find the language of the political.

    Stereotypically, Cortázar aimed to put the literary games that characterized his short stories and novels at the service of the revolution (particularly, financing and supporting publicly the Nicaraguan revolution at the time). In the novel-comic Fantomas (1975), Cortázar intentionally finds a popular way to spread the word about the declaration of the second Russell Tribunal on human rights violation in Latin America (in which Cortázar himself participated). As a mode of disappearance, Cortázar uses a “doubling and displacing” mechanism, referring to himself as a character (the writer) in the comic, exiled in France, who at the end of the novel talks on the phone with a polyphonic voice of Latin American people. He comments on the prediction made by the superhero Fantomas, who fights against the disappearance of books, about the Latin American catastrophe to come and urgently “instructs the reader” to act. Both the prediction and the call to action were shared by several intellectuals at the time. In that sense, Cortázar doesn’t add a new specific mode of thinking disappearance but a clever mode of denouncing its advent.

    Meanwhile, Walsh’s major writings aimed to employ his literary-detective mind to unravel and resolve not only concrete political murders but also the systematization of political repression under the dictatorship. Indeed, in the 1970s Walsh became a member of the Peronist guerilla Montoneros and was killed in the streets by the military after sending for publication his famous “Carta Abierta a la junta military” (1977), in which he denounces the existence of a systematic plan of disappearance of political opponents. In tracing a short story like “Variaciones en Rojo” (1956) as part of that literary trend, Bishop identifies Walsh as a precursor of the other authors. The finding is quite remarkable, as the key to this short story is to unravel how disappearance operates by hiding a piece of evidence in a piece of art. As a mode of disappearance, Bishop discovers there the work of “dissimulation” that adds up to Walsh’s reconstruction of real political crimes—like in Operación Masacre (1957) or in ¿Quién mató a Rosendo? (1969)—through the use of testimonies, forensic evidence, and detective-like reasoning. In that sense, Calveiro writes that “the politics of disappearance during the seventies encompassed, along with the disappearance of people, the attempt to disappear, at the same time, the crimes and the criminals” (my trans.; 12). The role of the writer for Walsh is to reconstruct the crime scene in all its dimensions, unraveling the technics of disappearance involved in the covering up (disappearance) of the evidence and the killer. For Walsh, behind the foundation of a society there are a series of crimes that need to be resolved to come to terms with political life.

    In her analysis of Martínez, Bishop’s depiction of the different strategies of “suspension” in La novela de Perón as a mode of disappearance is quite brilliant. The novel is about the day of Perón’s return flight to Argentina in 1973 after eighteen years of exile. He was going to be received in the airport of Ezeiza by thousands of sympathizers, but the massacre of leftist militants by a far-right faction canceled what was supposed to be a long-delayed encounter of the people with their leader. Bishop pinpoints that Perón in the plane is being suspended “in between worlds.” Similarly, the “interval between two thoughts” with which Martínez starts the last paragraph of the novel coincides with the exact moment before the massacre begins, constituting another gap that subtracts itself from time. These “suspensions of time” can be seen as moments of the disappearance of history that return with a potency that generates an overflowing violence (like in the massacre); or a simulacrum, in which people don’t believe that the man who returned is Perón. For them, he is a farce, far from the leader they have imagined; they therefore decide to continue waiting for him. In that sense, even Perón “disappeared” for the people at the time. These two outcomes surrounding the figure of Perón speak to the political unconscious of Argentine society and operate as the return of the repressed: armed violence and disbelief, a dreadful combination, reside at the bottom of the systematization of disappearance that was about to begin.

    Finally, the idea of the body of Evita as “embodied superabundant” is a result of a post-dictatorship novel inscribed in a different literary trend: the political responsibility of creating a collective narrative that reconstructs what happened with the desaparecidos while contributing to the long process of mourning the traumatic experience. For Bishop, “Evita’s corpse is the narrative mode of disappearance” (160). In Santa Evita, Martínez takes up previous modes of disappearance techniques to make appear, ultimately, “the place of the disappeared in history” (160).

    Indeed, the place of the desaparecido exceeds representation through an exuberant production of symbols that permeates the whole country’s social fabric. Evita’s embalmed body proves through the novel that it cannot be buried, “resist[ing] straightforward narrative” as a way of installing the frame of historical memory in the country (187). Along with other literary works like En estado de memoria (Tununa Mercado), or even La ciudad Ausente (Ricardo Piglia), Santa Evita operates as a mode of disappearance that is constantly showing Evita’s body as evidence that, even dead, cannot disappear completely.

    From that perspective, Martínez’s political intervention is not so much the “denunciation” of the actual production of disappearance (like in Walsh or Cortázar), but the profound questioning of the modus operandi of political life in Argentina, including the Peronist movement. In the last instance, Bishop seems to suggest that the Peronist phenomenon was already embedded in a similar landscape of disappearance from which it couldn’t be detached. And if we want to understand the roots of the horror and the extent of the suffering produced by this modus operandi—a reading that is haunting us today again in the ominous return of the far right to power—we must untangle its Peronist origins too.

    Federico Pous is Associate Professor of Spanish in the Department of World Languages and Cultures at Elon University, and works on the politics of memory, human rights, and contemporary social movements in Latin America and Spain. He published Eventos carcelarios (UNC Press 2022), about the experience of political prisoners during the 1970s in Argentina, Paraguay, and Brazil; and co-edited the volume, Authoritarianism, Cultural History, and Political Resistance in Latin America: Exposing Paraguay (Palgrave Macmillan 2017), about Paraguayan cultural history and the status of democracy in this country.

    Works Cited

  • Cultural Reflections on an Embodied Life of Breath: A review of Caterina Albano, Out of Breath: Vulnerability of Air in Contemporary Art

    Josephine Taylor (bio)

    A review of Albano, Caterina. Out of Breath: Vulnerability of Air in Contemporary Art. U of Minnesota P, 2022.

    The Wellcome Collection’s exhibit in 2022, In the Air, emphasizes how the act of breathing, our common immersion in air, is a problem of politics, justice, and culture. Revealing the ways that air can be weaponized, and focusing on breathlessness as a site of racial political struggle, In the Air contends with how art and cultural work render visible air’s stratification and the invisible pollutants that shape our atmosphere. Caterina Albano’s Out of Breath: Vulnerability of Air in Contemporary Art opens with a similar premise, arguing for cultural and artistic responses to the significance of breath as a site creativity, life, and struggle. Writing during the time of the COVID-19 pandemic, a time in which the air we breathe, and breathlessness, becomes all the more urgent, she explores the “intrinsic relation of life to air and breathing” (ix). Albano views art as a key site to critique and challenge today’s atmosphere of breathing and her analysis interweaves explorations of specific art works with an emphasis on the commonality yet individual nature of breathing. Considering the encroachment on breath, Albano’s work is an important intervention in the ways that art and culture think through the problem of air toxicity, as well as an examination into the philosophical implications of an embodied ethics of breathing.

    Albano’s contribution to the field of environmental humanities is to consider air from a cultural and social lens, and how artistic and creative work can contribute to and unpack the centrality and importance of clean airwaves to our physical and mental livelihoods. Just as branches of environmental humanities such as the blue humanities, energy humanities, and now the soil humanities begin to grow in importance and significance, does Albano’s work help us consider another central aspect of our ecology through the lens of culture? This work invites us to ask if air has been left outside the critical lens of the field of environmental humanities. Achille Mbembe’s “The Universal Right to Breathe,” for instance, requires us to consider the racial significance and politics of breath in the light of the COVID-19 pandemic, demanding a sense of urgency to consider the politics of airwaves. Research centres such as the Wellcome Trust alongside Bristol and Durham University also held an exhibition on the Life of Breath asking similar questions of the role of air in our lives beyond the medical and physical arenas. What is unique in Albano’s approach is her interdisciplinary scope, considering air from the perspective of Mbeme as a domain that is racially and socially stratified, but simultaneously an area of philosophical inquiry, a cultural and artistic inspiration, and a way of understanding metaphysics. What is at stake is to consider how art and culture, and the tools of a theoretical understanding of air, can contribute as well as demand change to the urgent topic of air pollution and toxicity.

    Drawing on the philosopher Luce Irigaray, Albano highlights how an air-bound state is fundamental to being in the world: “we are because we breathe” (10). For Albano, breathing is a process of entanglement that involves exchange and individual action, immersing us in our environment while also integral to our individuality as a singular being. Her opening chapter, “To Breathe,” thinks through the ontological nature of breath, how breath is what brings us into being, while simultaneously being dependent on the surrounding atmosphere. As Albano suggests, “to be in the world is to breathe, and life depends on the exchange between respiration and the gaseous environment that surrounds human and nonhuman living beings” (5). Thinking through the ways we render breath visible, its release and exchange, Albano explores the installation by Rafael Lozano-Hemmer Last Breath (2012). It is an installation designed to store an individual’s breath, made of a small brown paper bag which inflates and deflates, capturing the presence of a person’s breath through mechanics of the machine, its sound and register. For Albano, the piece emphasizes the biological function of breathing while exploring breath as a shared commonality. Throughout the book, Albano articulates breathing as inviting a sense of intersubjectivity and thus an embodied ethics. Breath, although appearing an automatic process, is subject to emotional states: the individual’s interaction with their surrounding atmospheres can dictate space to breathe or a suffocation, where breath is restricted.

    It is in this vein in which Albano determines breath as a site of autonomy, choice, and self-determination. As she articulates, “breath or its suppression is invoked as a protest against injustice, while freedom of breathing coincides with claims of civic and political liberties” (8). It is through breathing we experience not only individuality but also commonality, and thus to breathe unencumbered by restriction is a political struggle for justice and of autonomy. Breathing for Albano is also an entanglement with otherness and thus invites an other-centred ethics, one that begins not just with the self but with an inherent interdependency. Towards the end of the first chapter, Albano refers to the project Life of Breath, an interdisciplinary work that addresses “the interrelation of breathing and breathlessness in terms of illness and well-being” (15). Paying attention to the change of rhythms in breathing, the ways breathlessness creates a fracture in being, the cultural project itself attends to the ways the body is dependent on air, and how much of the sufferer’s pain is invisible. For Albano, this problem of visibility extends not just to individual health but also to other forms of breathlessness where ecologies, politics, and violence put breathing at risk. Breath is a site of health and well-being, but it is interrelated with structural and environmental conditions. Drawing on Achille Mbembe’s claim of the “universal right to breathe,” Albano illuminates how access to clean air, to strive for an autonomy in breathing, is dictated by a social as well as racial stratification of air.

    The film Death by Pollution (2021) explores the social justice fight of the mother of Ella Adoo-Kissi-Debrah, whose death was ruled a result of air pollution by a South London coroner. The film focuses on the mother’s plight to make clean air a human right and the ways clean air becomes geographically stratified in urban landscapes across racial lines. Contending with the politics of air and the environmental racism that underscores access to breathable and green space, the film highlights the devastating effects of uneven access to clean air in urban demographics. In the chapter “Ecologies of Breathing,” Albano draws on decolonial theorist Christina Sharpe to consider how atmospheres are imbued with social and racial prejudice. As Albano notes, “the atmosphere becomes the foreboding sign of lethal climates of abuse” (27). Breathlessness marks an encroachment on autonomy and individuality in which, as Albano argues, “breathlessness remains a form of control and coercion” (74). In light of Christina Sharpes’s analysis of the suffocating legacies of slavery, Albano recalls George Floyd’s statement in which he repeated twenty-seven times “I can’t breathe.” In such violent abuses of air, Albano notes that the breath “is as much a cry for justice and equality as a call for safe air—in the various entangled meanings that safe air can signify—and an end to political and ecological violence” (71). In such a reading, the politics of air and breath comes to signify a liberation movement focused on which lives are given room to breathe and who faces violent forms of restriction and suffocation. In the politics of air, in which black lives are faced with the violence of breathlessness to police brutality to environmental racism, Albano recalls an intimation of Frantz Fanon’s “zones of non-being”—”since it stands both for a denial of the ontological link to life represented by breath and a disavowal of the epistemological significance that the breath carries as a definer of subjectivity and commonality” (74-75). Air becomes a space of combat, reflecting the violent legacies of racism and histories of slavery which shape black subjectivity. As breathing becomes an arena targeted and weaponized from tear gas to physical restraint, Albano reflects on the significance of the universal right to breathe in the face of the violent structural racism that shapes the politics of air. Echoing Black Lives Matter protests, Albano’s work urges that we consider how air is weaponized against black lives.

    Albano concludes her reflections on vulnerability, encroachment, restriction, and representation of air through Anaïs Duplan’s reworking of a Giorgio Moroder song, “You Take My Breath Away: A Sonics of Freedom” (2020). The piece is distorted and layered with sounds of coughing and gasping in which one feels “sonically engulfed in breathlessness” (79). In this song, distinct voices emerge that ask: “Can I pursue liberation? What kind of liberation can I pursue?” It is here that Albano observes how resistance emerges through art, where the song emphasizes breathing as a layered duality. Its invitation for commonality and shared interdependency emerges from the autonomy and shared nature of breath. Albano’s analysis implicates the significance of art in rendering visible breath’s release and its suffocation, the ways in which we are dependent on environments, atmospheres, and politics to breathe easy. It is a poignant reflection on our shared common immersion in air and its layered history, often shaped by structural conditions of inequality.

    Albano’s work invites eco-criticism as a field to consider air as a significant component to be read through arts and culture. As the humanities seek to understand the ways culture is shaped by nonhuman components from energy to soil to water, Albano’s work is unique in its approach to considering how air is central to not only our biological lives but also the social, cultural, and political. Albano considers how breath shapes our lives and the ways art and culture render its significance visible. She also maintains an urgent focus on the ways that air is weaponized and transformed into toxic airwaves. In the aftermath of the COVID-19 pandemic, where a specific focus on air and how we breathe became all the more urgent, Albano provides an important intervention into exploring the politics and cultural life of air.

    Josephine Taylor is Postdoctoral Fellow in Energy Narratives and Coastal Communities at University College Dublin. Her research is in environmental humanities and she is currently working on her first monograph on Nonhuman Narratives of Energy, contracted with Palgrave Animal and Literature Series. She has published in the areas of science fiction, petroculture, gender and affect theory. She is also a member of the research collective Beyond Gender, which carries out joint projects focused on queer and feminist science fiction.

    Works Cited

    • Death by Pollution. Black and Brown Productions, 2021.
    • Mbembe, Achille. “The Universal Right to Breathe.” Translated by Carolyn Shread, Critical Inquiry, vol. 47, no. S2, 2021.
  • Beyond the Grave

    Austin Svedjan (bio)

    Some of us came to bury antirelational queer theories at the 2005 special session on the antisocial thesis.

    —José Esteban Muñoz, “Thinking Beyond Antirelationality and Antiutopianism in Queer Critique”

    I want to wager the following indecency: Leo Bersani welcomed his death and avoided his dying but importantly failed at both. One initial justification for so crass a claim could be that, despite a prolific career, he never edited a special issue. The generic injunction of special issues, after all, is to stake their import on the refusal to bury things. Even as titles flirt with the possibility of theoretical demise, special issues often justify their own publication by animating emergent concepts, resuscitating old ones, and immortalizing key figures in attendant debates.1 In the case of the 2014 special issue of Social Text commemorating the life and thought of José Esteban Muñoz, this editorial tendency toward the conceptual extends to Muñoz himself. As one contributor notes, “the problem that animates this special issue: José Esteban Muñoz should not have died, but how do we continue to think and live with him (and each other) in spite of this loss?” (Chambers-Letson 14). But in saying that Bersani might have advocated for his death but not his dying, I don’t mean to revivify queer theory’s love of hagiography and claim that while the body of the man has died, the body of his work lives on. Instead, that distinction evokes Bersani’s continual grappling with a problem over the course of his career through his speculation on how to loosen the death-grip that difference and its violent dramas have on our available modes of relationality. The hope was that such a loosening need not necessitate our physical deaths. As Bersani wrote in the closing paragraphs of 1987’s “Is the Rectum a Grave?”: “if the rectum is the grave in which the masculine ideal (an ideal shared—differently—by men and women) of proud subjectivity is buried, then it should be celebrated for its very potential for death. Tragically, AIDS has literalized that potential as the certainty of biological death” (222). But the attempt to wrest relationality from its variously murderous, suicidal, or otherwise death-driven violences and the threatening differences that incite it, we shall see, proves overwhelmingly problematic. In this special issue that problematic inheres in the term “the antisocial.”

    The Citational Gimmick

    In referring to “the antisocial” in this way, especially in proximity to Bersani—and partly against the inclination of special issues—this special issue attempts to lay to rest what has been termed “the antisocial thesis in queer theory” by reclassifying it as conceptual dead weight. Coined by Robert L. Caserio as the title of a 2005 panel organized by the Modern Language Association’s Division on Gay Studies in Language and Literature, the “thesis” subsequently proliferated in an oft-cited 2006 PMLA forum of the same name explicating the presentations delivered by Lee Edelman, Jack Halberstam, Muñoz, and Tim Dean. Attributing the thesis’s formulation to Bersani’s now-immortal suggestion in 1995’s Homos that there is “a potentially revolutionary inaptitude—perhaps inherent in gay desire—for sociality as it is known,” Caserio sets Bersani and other “explorations in queer unbelonging” against the historical backdrop of an ascendant “gay rage for normalizing sociability” (819). While queer theorists anxiously watched as gays and lesbians readily embraced normative forms of social life, the apparent advantage of Bersani’s claim came to be staked on being against “the social” itself. The debate that ensued from that 2006 forum implicated much of queer theory’s broader conceptual lexicon—queerness, normativity, affect, and politics, to name only a few—as sites of definitional and instrumental dispute. Still today, we are often told, these debates remain protracted, at least ongoing if not still critically topical (Kahan 811). And indeed much ink has been and continues to be spilled over appearances of “the antisocial thesis” and its conceptual kin, to the extent that terms like “antisocial,” “negativity,” “antirelationality,” and “antiutopianism” have all undergone the theoretical rigor mortis that produces everything from intradisciplinary shorthand to introductory primers.2 This vernacularization has occurred in spite of a handful of scholars who have long maintained that the false choice between being “for” or “against” the social fundamentally misunderstands the recursive mobility between the two, a rhythm whose very movement demarcates queer theory’s central preoccupations as a field (Bradway and Freeman 11). Robyn Wiegman suggests in this vein that the antisocial thesis be understood as “not ‘a’ thesis” but instead an “arena of interpretative battle” (“Sex” 220).

    But given the perennial status of the description of debates surrounding the antisocial thesis as continuing to galvanize the field, one does have to wonder where exactly such “battles” are taking place. One recent site might be offered by Kadji Amin, who, at the outset of a brilliant essay on “Trans Negative Affect,” anticipates his association with the antisocial thesis, and preemptively positions his argument decisively against it:

    Before I begin, I want it to be clear that I am not calling for an imitation of the scholarly trajectory of pre-ontological work on queer negativity, also referred to as “the anti-social thesis” in queer theory (Caserio et al. 2006). The anti-social thesis in queer theory is ahistorical insofar as it converts the historically peculiar homophobia of a few decades in the twentieth-century US into a universal theory of queer anti-sociality or queer negativity. There is nothing pre-ontologically negative or anti-social about transness; nor do we need to pretend that this is the case in order to reach for the cultural capital of a universalizing theory.

    (33–34)

    If the italics are any indication, more at stake for Amin here is not that the antisocial thesis is wrong per se, but that the concept of transness Amin is expanding ought not to be taken as adopting the thesis’s formal or cultural conventions. Forgiving the varied definitions of the antisocial thesis—and my own uncertainty about what adjective(s) “pre-ontologically” is modifying—what Amin effects in his claim that there “is nothing pre-ontologically negative or anti-social about transness” is both the mobilization of a certain field imaginary as well as the calibration of his place within it.3 Even if one were to agree that the antisocial thesis is a universalizing claim that obfuscates ontology and historical peculiarity, the appearance of “antisocial” in this passage—and its only appearance in the essay—is noticeably elsewhere to the sense of it as a discrete concept. Instead, it refers to a larger “scholarly trajectory,” and hence the antisocial in this passage accrues its rhetorical significance in a metaconceptual, idiomatic register. If there’s a kind of “cultural capital” that risks being accumulated in the formulation of transness in this example, then it is precisely in the repetition of a critical habitus that uses the antisocial as a whetstone against which to sharpen one’s own concept. In this capacity, the “antisocial” as it appears today, if it appears at all, is far flung from the heroic staking of some claim in a conceptually fraught battlefield. It appears, in a word, as a citational gimmick. As Sianne Ngai has pointed out, the negative judgments knotted around misgivings about the saving of time and reduction of labor and their relationship to value that formally comprise the gimmick often extend to ideas themselves, and even have a history of being anxiously associated with criticism (4–9; 54–55). Such gimmicks appear in Ngai’s Theory of the Gimmick as labor-saving devices like argumentative generalizations, prefabricated formulae, and reified concepts.

    Any of these would do, but the kind of citational gimmick I’m describing here is instrumentalized not in its adoption but in its dismissal. The very real critical utility of the “antisocial” as a gimmick lies in its setting of other concepts in an adversarial relationship to it.4 In such an all-or-nothing relation, my uncertainty about the adverbial modifier in the above example is almost beside the point. Whether there is nothing antisocial or nothing preontologically antisocial, transness is here defined, well, transitively: it not antisocial so as not to be aligned with the antisocial thesis, so as not to be aligned with the critics, texts, concepts, and subject positions associated with that “scholarly trajectory.” Ironically, the form of the citational gimmick is akin to what Andrea Long Chu accuses Karen Barad of turning transness itself into when she claims that for Barad the very word “trans” does “zero theoretical work” and instead functions as “an au courant garnish” (112). But while Barad, if one agrees with Chu, appropriates “trans” merely for the clout of a trendy theory, with each deployment of the “antisocial” the illusory conceptual hegemony of the “thesis” as well as its dramatis personae are paradoxically reified through its repeated assassination. As J. Logan Smilges’s recent gloss of the antisocial thesis as a “failur[e] worth knowing” makes clear, the citational gimmick of the antisocial has proved vital for securing that critical (if not institutional, tenurial) capital variously lavished as “inventive,” “original,” “radical” that distinguishes a critic’s position from the old hat—alchemizing individual arguments into field interventions (26). Or, to be somewhat crude about it, “the antisocial thesis in queer theory” is an especially good dead horse to beat.

    But isn’t much of this generally par for the course when it comes to the critical conventions, understandably endemic to the realities of institutional and scholarly legibility, of locating arguments and concepts within a field’s history? Sure. But it’s telling, for instance, that in the last decade some of the most sustained engagements with the debates supposedly at once most pressing and most foundational to the field have taken place primarily in book reviews and graduate dissertations, for which citational positionings are the most generic, if not most obligatory, aim.5 And even as citational gimmicks and theoretical camp-iness abound, especially unexpected and tacit alliances have been forged around the disavowal of the “antisocial.” Consider the surprising compatibility that emerges when this example from Amin is placed alongside Lauren Berlant and Lee Edelman’s claim in the preface to Sex, or the Unbearable that “the very name ‘antisocial’ disregards our persistent embeddedness in and attentiveness to sociality,” such that “negativity, far from being reductively antisocial, is invariably an aspect of the social” (xiii-xiv). Just as there is, for Amin, nothing (pre-ontologically) antisocial about transness generally or trans negative affect specifically, it seems there is similarly nothing antisocial—both as nomenclature (“the very name ‘antisocial’”) and as concept (“reductively antisocial”)—about negativity for Berlant and Edelman. Nobody, it seems, wants to be called a theorist of the antisocial. Given that, as Wiegman argues, “theoretical discourses live and die according to the value conferred on the concepts derived from them” (Object 20), what I want to underscore in all of this is the principal role that the antisocial has had in developing various contemporary field imaginaries through the conceptual vitalizations that are achieved by its exorcism. Protocols of critical production, rather than the rules of engagement in an “arena of interpretative battle,” have been the antisocial thesis’s funeral rites—with its citation serving as its grave.

    Not Your Daddy’s Antisocial Thesis

    But it would be a mistake to eulogize or, worse yet, resuscitate the “antisocial thesis in queer theory” ceremoniously disposed of in these scenes of critical provincialism, if only for the reason that it was already dead on arrival. Already by Caserio’s claim in 2006 that the antisocial thesis was formulated by Homos had a fatal sort of misattribution taken place. Mounting from Caserio’s relatively benign invitation to consider whether the connection between Bersani’s critique of the rights-based claims for gay inclusion and a “subversion” of sociality more broadly is justified, a breath-takingly prosaic association metastasized between rhetoric of the “antisocial” and a politic flaunting itself as the exit door from society tout court. Hence, one persistent and especially vocal interpretation is that the antisocial thesis naively offers liberation through an outright rejection of society and its ordering logics—of “simply opting out” (Muñoz, Cruising 94). Adversaries of the antisocial thesis in this vein rightfully reject the supposition that by “embracing his abjection … the gay antihero attains a paradoxical freedom from social constraint” (Ruti 4). This is, I think, wrong. But to keep with its contrapuntal understanding for a moment, it is only those “queers” who most stand to benefit from those very same constraints and ordering logics who could bear their opting out from them—they could be alive and yet relish in their social death. As Bobby Benedicto explores through queer of color critique in his essay “Queer Beyond Repair,” included in this special issue, such arguments claim that in order to have a “self” to “shatter” or to be a subject able to abandon the social, one must be in full possession of a subjectivity foundationally dispossessed from those abjected on the basis of race, gender, or, in Muñoz’s words, “other particularities that taint the purity of sexuality as a singular trope of difference” (“Thinking” 825). But it is precisely the belief that an Other is in full possession of sovereign subjectivity that has not been granted to oneself that is symptomatic of a universal lack psychoanalysis understands as castration anxiety. Less an evaluation of the all too real uneven disbursements of privilege generated by a historically contingent episteme than a belief in a “wholeness that never was [for me],” Benedicto does well to show that even while these critics dismiss the antisocial thesis on the basis of its ahistoricism or its disregard for material reality (or, indeed, its pre-ontology), their projection of a fully endowed subject capable of “opting out” drives the very illogic they aim to critique.

    The misattribution of such narratives of opting out has had the unfortunate effect of narrowing an expansive and complex body of work, a narrowing from which Muñoz himself is hardly exempt. What most of the contributions to this special issue show by exception is just how easily this choreography of field formation and its rehearsal can turn Homos, “Is the Rectum a Grave?,” No Future, and Cruising Utopia into phrases that signify not discrete arguments and the titles of books or articles in which they are found but a cast of characters and scripts in a staged production of theoretical rock-paper-scissors. These texts then risk becoming the kinds of “fantasy books” Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick claimed that we and our fields invest in exclusively “from their titles, from reading reviews, or hearing people talk about them” (625). But Homos, “Is the Rectum a Grave?,” and No Future are no more manifestos to leave society than Cruising Utopia is a travel brochure for a sixteenth-century island. It’s not that people haven’t been doing the reading per se, it is that much conceptual difficulty has been elided for the sake of efficient dispensations.

    In an answer to the question of his relationship to the antisocial thesis posed in a 2014 interview with Mikko Tuhkanen, Bersani notes that

    [a]lready in Homos I was trying to think of connectedness, that is, trying to adapt the idea of “correspondences of form” to psychic correspondences; I was thinking of homosexuality as a kind of psychic correspondence of sameness. This now strikes me as taking the sameness in same-sex desire too literally. It was too literal and too arbitrary: sameness is obviously not the only thing between gay people, and there’s more difference very often between two gay people than there is between a gay person and a straight person. So the argument in Homos strikes me as a somewhat unfortunate application of the idea of correspondences and connectedness. But to the extent that I was, and have always been, interested in the Foucauldian idea of “new relational modes,” it seemed to me that the precondition for such modes has to be a kind of antisocial breaking-down of relations.

    (“Rigorously” 280)

    Understood by this light, Homos was less the pitch for some relational proscription, let alone any “thesis,” than a (mis)application of his continued interest in the “correspondences of forms” onto the object of homosexuality as a specific practice that might invite the kind of death—the “antisocial breaking-down”—required for the formulation of new modes of connection. In his contribution to the 2006 forum, Dean predicts this explanation by temporalizing a transformation from the normatively-bounded to the orgiastically-connected self through the antisocial, constituting what Caserio terms a “presocial thesis” (820). At its most gleeful, such a process, as Dean extrapolates from Homos’ neologism “homo-ness,” would produce “a paradoxical form of narcissism in which not only the envelope of selfhood but the very distinction between self and other is undone” (389). There is perhaps good reason to be anxious about such narcissism, however. Juana María Rodríguez, for instance, points out that installing the “erasure of difference as the only available means of touching sociality comes dangerously close to advocating a color-blind, gender-blind, difference-blind future” (Sexual Futures 10).6 On the one hand, then, we have Homos caricatured as boasting an exit from the social through abject specificity and, on the other, a commitment to being with other people so zealous that “specificity” itself becomes a fickle term.In this special issue, the legacy of such a “presocial thesis” is perhaps represented by Tom Roach’s “Virtual Presents, Future Strangers.” Attending to the photography of Juan Pablo Echeverri, Roach argues that the aesthetic similitude and physical proximity of Echeverri’s portraits produce an ethics of fungibility. In being fungible—though not identical—relationality is not made difference-blind, but becomes less sadistic by being structured by correspondences between diverse yet typified forms. We would then be, as Roach claims, “alike in form and singular in content.” And yet, for Roach this movement is to undergo a process reminiscent of Dean and Bersani: “only by breaking with all familiar connections might we conceive of new ones.” Or, more exactly, as John Paul Ricco argues in this issue’s “Unlovable Oneness,” by emphasizing Bersani’s recurrent interest in aesthetics through Eimear McBride, Ellsworth Kelly, and Glenn Ligon, Homos’ proposition of a relationality representing otherness through “inaccurate” sameness rather than difference is not one of a metamorphosis into a novel form of subjectivity. Instead, it is a self specified through its relation to otherness. In taking the world as alikeness, the self is not “in the sense of becoming something other than who or what one is, but of being converted to self via the discovery of formal and hence impersonal correspondences with other people and things, with which one resonates, but does not imitate or resemble … in being like others one is more like oneself.” Even as the conversion described here is not the “death” of the subject nor its literal demise, it nevertheless does represent a kind of soft reset of relationality realized through the jolt of the aesthetic. My sense of things is somewhat different, but what is to be underscored here is that while citational practices have continued to readminister the misattribution of “opting out” to Bersani and Edelman, what rhetorical distances from “antisocial” and these procedural clarifications of the “presocial” continue to point out is how one could never be supra-social. That is what I mean when I say that “the antisocial thesis in queer theory” was dead on arrival: it was introduced with no actual adherents.

    Antisocial Theory

    Given all the declarative misattributions and citational assassinations, and rather than conduct an autopsy of that 2006 forum any more than necessary, I think it better to take a cue from Bersani’s separation of death from dying to formally pronounce “the antisocial thesis in queer theory” dead. Only then may we begin to feel out for the conceptual afterlives of “the antisocial.” In this special issue, the preference for thinking about the “afterlives of the antisocial” gestures explicitly at the body of scholarship routinely understood to be the antisocial’s foil (Wiegman, “Sex” 236). Used most famously by Saidiya Hartman, “the afterlife of slavery” names the persistence of the anti-Black (para-)ontological and epistemological conditions of Black subjects patented under chattel slavery even “after” formal emancipation.7 In recent years, theorists influenced by both slavery’s afterlives and queer theory of a negativist bent have converged in their thinking about the site of ontological negation. The work of theorists thinking in the space of that convergence—including Marquis Bey, James Bliss, Rizvana Bradley, David Marriott, Jordan Mulkey, Jared Sexton, Christina Sharpe, C. Riley Snorton, Hortense Spillers, Jean-Thomas Tremblay, and Calvin Warren—intimates that the theorization of the relationship between particular bearers of abject identities and their negativized function in structuring sociality is a correspondence in which antisocial (though not necessarily “queer”) theories continue being played out.8

    Alongside these formulations, this use of “afterlives” is also a method of conceptual retooling, as it provides a way to conceive how the “antisocial” might have a contiguous—but not continuous—life after the death of “the antisocial thesis in queer theory.” One of the reasons that discussions of the antisocial thesis remain so stagnate, for instance, is that the “thesis” is understood principally in terms of a political program (Eng 162). Such an understanding has disastrously delimited the scope of its “interpretative battle,” with critics evaluating the supposed claims of the “thesis” (to “opt out” or otherwise) by rubrics of political efficacy. Or, conversely, it is understood as apolitical, high theoretical navel-gazing. But our use of “afterlives” emphasizes the sense on which Hartman relies when she later, in the context of Ligon, describes the afterlife of slavery as “not only a political and social problem but an aesthetic one as well” (“Will Answer” 112). This is to suggest, following Hartman—and, to a lesser extent, Nahum Dimitri Chandler and Marquis Bey—that the antisocial be understood as a fundamental problem (political, social, aesthetic) for sociality and sociability, and to grasp for a conceptual discourse to engage it by locating a number of scholars in its orbit. If Bersani continues to play a crucial part here, it is insofar as his preference for the non-redemptive and anti-pastoral provides an especially useful method to feel out this problem without the impulse to feverishly force its illusory closure.

    In an interview for this issue with Omid Bagherli, however, Edelman notes that Bersani himself is not exempt from a redemptive impulse, or what Edelman calls “recuperations.” In line with my sense of the important differences between the viable (political, social, aesthetic) and non-viable (physical) “deaths” that pervade Bersani’s career, Edelman periodizes Bersani’s thought in and after Homos as a movement from the antisocially “negative” of psychoanalysis to the relationally “affirmative” of aesthetics, with the tension between the two characterizing his later work.9 Indeed, the violent forms of relationality Bersani so often wants to jettison are the results of a negativity unleashed by difference. With homo-ness, for instance, it is not difference itself but the sadistic or suicidal attempt to overcome difference that is obliterated. Even if difference itself can never be elided, Bersani suggests it can be recategorized as “a nonthreatening supplement to sameness” (Homos 7). But to make difference “nonthreatening” is nevertheless a kind of redemption. Edelman goes on to implicate all projects (including his own) seeking to realize or accede to negativity as “encountering the negative’s inevitable reversion to positivity.” Like the processes described by Dean, Roach, and Ricco, Bersani’s “recuperations” suggest that the antisocial is a teleology that points toward sociality rather than itself. In suggesting that the antisocial be understood as a “problem,” however, I am merely pointing out the obverse. Although Bersani’s recuperative tendencies, whether as a scholar of nonthreatening alterity, aesthetic correspondence, or presocial theses, are by now familiar, I am drawn to the moments throughout Bersani’s body of work where he (and, in some cases, he and Ulysse Dutoit) comes up against the inability for new configurations—be they political, social, or aesthetic—to ameliorate the intrinsic potential for antagonism in any arrangement. Examples abound, but consider that even during his aesthetic period of “affirmation” Bersani continuously approaches a limit: be it when in Rothko’s boundary-exploding canvases “the marks of difference can never entirely disappear”; when the aesthetic training of a relationality not driven by the epistemological injunction of the enigmatic signifier found in the works of Caravaggio is tempered by the ways in which “being human depends to a significant degree on that soliciting [of the enigmatic signifier] … the paranoid aggression that is its consequence cannot be wholly erased”; or when in Pierre Bergounioux’s La Casse Bersani sees the “invincible resistance to the invention of new relational mobilities” as rejoining the pursuit of the “utopic reality” of universal oneness (Bersani and Dutoit, Arts 144; Bersani and Dutoit, Caravaggio’s Secrets 94; Bersani, Thoughts 113–14).

    It is these moments when the ambitions of will are profoundly deflated—when antisociality subtends some of the most convincing arguments ever made for expansive sociability—that signal Bersani’s awareness to the antisocial and its problematic recurrence. In drawing our attention to Bersani’s recuperative tendencies, Edelman points to a passage from 2004’s Forms of Being where Bersani and Dutoit advocate for correspondences as “yielding an ascetic pleasure that may, at least intermittently, supersede the jouissance of ‘the blindest fury of destructiveness’” (qtd. in Bagherli). And yet, just two years later in “Psychoanalysis and the Aesthetic Subject,” Bersani reworks this sentence, noting that the education in our connectedness to the world taught to us by Michon is constrained by “the complexity of a human destiny that … we will undoubtedly never stop insisting—if only intermittently—that the jouissance of an illusion of suppressing otherness can surpass the pleasure of finding ourselves harbored within it” (174). To go even further, not only does the antisociality of difference outstrip the comforts of inclusive sociability in terms of pleasure, but Bersani suggests as early as 1976 that the “history of a human being’s desiring impulses includes modes of exchange between the self and the world, or between consciousness and the unconscious, which would probably reappear and would therefore have to be taken into account in any society” (Future 8).

    Part of the resistance to formulations like this is that the tightness of its logic might be taken to betray a stifling preference for the structural. Indeed, in words conducive to my proposition for this special issue, “the problem,” Edelman remarks in his interview with Bagherli, “is not the shape of a particular social order, but the fact of social order itself.” The social as an “order” here traffics in queer theory’s perspective, canonical since at least Michael Warner in 1993, of the social as the effect of normalization. Reproducing the social theory of Hannah Arendt via her argument in The Human Condition that the advent of the modern “social realm” came about alongside the confirmation of “certain patterns of behavior, so that those who did not keep the rules could be considered to be asocial or abnormal,” Warner suggests that the value of queer politics is to reject not only regimes of normativity but their formalization of societies—to reject “the cultural phenomenon of societalization” (Arendt 41–42; Warner xxvii). In lending “asocial” outsiders an especial, rule-breaking purchase, Arendtian social theory thus provides the negative object against which queer theory—a field coalesced around antinormativity at precisely this moment—coheres (Wiegman and Wilson 1). The privileged occasion of the “asocial” is that which allows for what Joshua J. Weiner and Damon Young propose as “queer bonds.” In their desire for maintaining bonds of both fragmentary and unifying capacities, Weiner and Young hold that because the connections forged among queers are organized by the negativity of exclusion from the normative social order, queer theory might constitute “both a social and what we might call a more-than-social theory,” one that suggests the simultaneity of social ordering and a “sociability without sociality” (236–37).

    What’s more, this moment in Warner is exactly the same one Bersani responds to in Homos by proposing the more “radical possibility” of pitting gay desire against sociality “as it is known” by departing from Warner while continuing with Arendt (76). For Bersani, the “ordering” illustrated by Arendt that gay desire might be played against is not just the formalization of normativities into a particular social order, but the ordering of relationality in general—hence why Bersani is against Warner’s suggestion of queer as a political identity rather than one that would retain the value of its (homo)sexual specificity for relationality (71–75). Against making gay desire into the political identity “queer,” Bersani’s preference for thinking sociality as structurally interrupted by the asocial peculiarity of homosexuality seems to confirm the routinized charges of its apolitical, ahistorical, pre-ontological, dematerialized universalism, and not only because of the representational lapses of its archive and subjects.10 As Teresa de Lauretis argues most forcefully—and in the rhetoric of the gimmick—”Political contestation, opposition, or antagonism is anything but antisocial; it is constitutive of a democratic society. What is antisocial is sexuality, the pleasure principle, and most of all the death drive” (254). Although de Lauretis is in fact praising antisociality and even the antisocial thesis on the basis of it being “anything but” the order of the political, figuring antisociality as a problem for politics is perhaps more clarifying of this relationship.

    Explicating his argument for understanding the various “figures” made to represent a social order’s antisociality as a “catachresis” of the void of nonmeaning, Edelman argues that the abjection of such figures consolidate that order’s coherence. But that coherence is always—and this is crucial—the fantasy of coherence. “Insofar as every social order must perpetuate that void,” Edelman writes, “insofar, that is, as the structure of the social requires ontological exclusion, requires the negation of the figure made to embody the antisocial—the problem inheres in the social itself and not in its contingent forms.” At its most telescopically grandiose, we might say that the antisocial understood in these terms is not “anything but” but nothing but the political. That is, in its problematicity, the antisocial furnishes the political’s structure of discord, as recent queer theoretical adoptions of the political theory of Jacques Rancière attest.11 Indeed, it is this delamination of the ordering of the social realm from the ordinary acts among both those legible within that order and “those who have no part” by which Rancière separates “police” from “politics” (29). Against any social order, the impossibility of closure, the essential failure of policing, is what paradoxically delimits the political as such. It is, in other words, the evergreen political valence of deconstruction’s emphasis on the aporetic: it is only because the social is unable to fully cohere that it is also able to be changed. The capacity to detach—though not necessarily the act of detachment or an “antisocial breaking-down of relations” itself—is a precondition for new kinds of attachments. Tuhkanen teases out this point most thoroughly in this issue in his essay “Leaving; or, Wide Awake and Staring into Nothing (with Pet Shop Boys)” through the frustrated utopian imaginaries of the eponymous English pop duo and their historical resonances with the ascent of fascism in the twentieth century. The opposite of the antisocial in this way is not even chiefly utopia but fascist totalization; inclusive of, Tuhkanen does well to illustrate, how “utopia” for one might be “fascism” for another.

    But contra Edelman’s claim that this is just about “the social itself and not in its contingent forms,” it is not just at the macroscopic scale of social orders that the antisocial conditions the political. In yet another moment of depressive realism in A Future for Astyanax, Bersani, almost foretelling the canonical reception of the antisocial thesis, writes:

    Political action alone will never invalidate a philosophical argument about truth. It may make the argument seem superfluous, and it may almost fully discredit the historical use to which that argument has been put. But even in a society which realizes our brightest, most exaltingly generous dreams of the human community, we may find ourselves haunted by the impulses of a self which we had too easily dismissed as an outmoded superstructure of a rejected form of social organization.

    (8)

    Without getting too deep into the Marxist weeds, even in the political outside of this policed order is sociality marked, at base, by the problem of the antisocial. This “philosophical argument” is very obviously not what anyone would call a political strategy. And, even if it is self-reflexive about it, Bersani’s argument rests on a dematerialized and ahistorical basis. While not a “recuperation” in the sense of a recourse to positivity which Edelman implies, these limits to “human community” imposed by “the impulses of a self”—itself referred to earlier as “being human,” “human destiny,” and “human being’s desiring impulses,” respectively—can additionally be understood as Bersani enacting a recuperation of the liberal subject of humanism that Calvin Warren sees as characteristic of (white) queer theory’s approach of the “limit of subjectivity, but it is a limit, nonetheless” (403). That form of liberal humanism, however covert, describes the kind of subject that actually could entertain the pleasure of its “opting out” but would never really enact it because of the clandestine comfort of that limit. Akin to how Edelman describes antisociality (with which, in Bad Education, he responds explicitly to Warren’s claims), we might point out that the sociohistorical reification of “the queer” and “the Black” are both a hypostatization of a nothingness that, through their effigiation, coheres the human reality Lacanians understand as the Symbolic (Edelman 24–30).

    But, as Ricco in this introduction’s counterpart does well to more exhaustively illustrate through Bersani’s body of work, the uncompromising antisociality that Bersani is noting in these passages as a fixture of the human is not humanism’s ornament, but the “inhuman” at its heart. Indeed, as Dana Luciano and Mel Y. Chen have also noted, the same work by Bersani now dispensed as the antisocial thesis participated in a larger genealogy of “queer inhumanisms” alongside unlikely bedfellows like Gloria Anzaldúa, Sandy Stone, and Monique Wittig (187). That inhumanity not only names the contradictions of the riven self as a structural problem incessantly threatening sociability but also sociality’s contingent form of dissolution. The oblique difference here is the one by which Berlant distinguishes the “inconvenience” of sociability in general and the populations figured as “inconvenient” to the social.12 Or, to be more faithful to my rhetoric thus far, it is the difference between the problem of the antisocial and Du Bois’s sense of being a problem. In Dusk of Dawn, Du Bois experiences this difference as the force of history, wherein the “particular social problem” of difference, “through the chances of birth and existence, became so peculiarly mine. … At bottom and in essence it was as old as human life” (1).13 The haunting base Bersani imagines is what Du Bois acknowledges here “at bottom” as the inhumanity represented by the antagonistic “impulses of a self”—one that cannot simply be rejected as the detritus of a historical social order.If the queer bonds of “sociability without sociality” that Weiner and Young’s more-than-social queer theory imagines are beginning to sound—even as they claim that such sociability remains queerly bonded to the social order through its exile—in part like orgies without the order, it is because its form of sociability similarly rejects its antisociality as anachronistic. Figured as both “social theory” and “more-than-social theory,” their queer theory attempts to admirably hold on to the collectivist social capacities of sites of exclusion while ultimately displacing the antisocial “impulses of a self” onto the social order that these sociabilities need not be, as they write, “delimited” by (Weiner and Young 237). Akin to a “presocial thesis,” this is the kind of antisociality one could enjoy as a negativity that leads only to more sociability. But the problem posed by the antisocial is not just, as Weiner and Young suggest, the threat of “a sociality that is ‘not always sociable’”; it additionally persists in any scene of togetherness, even those in which that scene is organized by a collective abjection from any given ordering structure (237). “Negativity,” as it is used today, can often feel to be a pleasurable confirmation of negativity in name only. Similar to the separation Arendt makes in The Origins of Totalitarianism between the “solitude” intrinsic to being a \ sovereign subject of liberalism and the “antisocial situation” that contains “a principle destructive for all human living-together,” in projecting negativity onto the order that excludes queers as “asocial” but not those queers themselves, Weiner and Young thereby maintain queer bonds as elsewhere to a principle destructiveness—indeed the principle of destructiveness—I’ve been calling here the antisocial (628). The antisocial that Bersani, almost in spite of himself, cannot seem to lose is not only about those who are made the asocial avatars of a social order’s negativity. Even as he notes that antisociality is a prerequisite for a creative reorganization of the logics underpinning our currently available modes of relationality, such antisociality persists even beyond the formation of new ones precisely because that solitude, contra Arendt, is connected to the destructiveness of alienation:

    Solitude is connected to what psychoanalysis makes us think of, or should make us think of, as a kind of intractable alienation from the world, an alienation from the world which is connected to destructiveness and to the death drive. Intrinsic to being human is a kind of forlorn solitude that will react with violence against anything that would stand in the way of the accomplishment of a desire. And that can’t be gotten over. And this is where I’ve criticized queer and gay and feminist thinking for their pastoral imaginations, their conviction that if only we could get rid of some of the bad social conditions everything would be fine. The great thing about psychoanalysis is its most somber aspects, the death drive, the aggressiveness, and something intractable that no social change will ever undo. And that is connected to the condition of solitude and the condition of our thrownness in the universe that, even when you do establish relational modes, always remains.

    (“Rigorously” 282)

    What would it mean to form a theory from these moments? Antisociality exists not only in those discrete social orders produced by social theories but also in the “pastoral imaginaries” of a “more-than-social theory” of sociability outside of it. What such an antisocial theory might formalize is how what is described as structural in the above quote (“intractable”) is not the antithesis to the variable (“social change”) but a check on its scale of operation (“always remains”). It designates the variability intrinsic to the social for change, even as the insistence of that variability necessarily limits the realization of consensus, harmony, or synchrony. Rather than the conceptual prison house Grace Lavery refers to as a “romance of the intractable,” the problem—of sociality, of sociability outside of sociality, of politics outside of the policed order—is an antisociality that operates not only on the level of structure, but is lived in ways available to historical and material inflection (xv-xvii). Indeed, as Berlant argues, it is such ordinary states of personal incoherence and political discontent that allow for the avoidance of being “stuck in a drama of the intractable” (133). In attending to the kinds of contiguities and contingencies that exist between subjects of difference and the flatteningly equivalent structure of this alienation, returning the antisocial to theory might actually get us closer to lessening the attendant dramas, romances, and elisions of its intractability.

    Whatever is meant by antisocial theory need not aspire to the rubricization of a method to attend to these operations per se, but it could be merely a sensitivity to a kind of object of persistent out-of-syncness. An initial list of everyday proofs that have and will be continued to be thought by antisocial theorists might be: bad (and maybe even bad-as-in-really-bad) sex; history and its hurt; the inconvenience of other people; political disappointment; unrequited love; enigmatic signification; aesthetic discord. All of these are propositional and actively modulated by various kinds of political, social, and aesthetic reactions shaped by the exigences of history even as one can’t exactly “opt out” of them. To go even further, these problems for sociality are likewise the “interruptions” in “aesthetics and politics that aspire to totality” to which Muñoz attuned utopianism as “an idealist mode of critique that reminds us that there is something missing” (Cruising 100). While by no means “idealist,” it is worth noting that in this framing both antisocial theory and utopian critique remind us that the present is never totalized—ignoring whatever security or anxiety such a totalization would offer. Following from Wiegman’s contribution to this issue, “Why Can’t Homosexuals be Extraordinary?: Queer Thinking After Leo Bersani,” antisocial theory might very well then represent another instantiation of what she refers to as “utopic ambivalence in queer thinking.” For Wiegman, one thing that mode of thinking does is pin its hopes on critical practices to recuperate the political losses it simultaneously anticipates. That ambivalent relation to the work of theory “registers its political desire for the not-yet and the yet-to-come while foregrounding its conviction that every queer agenda, destination, or sought after transformation is open to capture.”

    Many of us, I imagine, recognize this kind of queer thinking where Wiegman also identifies it: the oft-remarked experience of reading Bersani’s first sentences. As Bersani notes in the final paragraph of the final book, such opening lines eschew from the onset the movement towards conclusive certainties. They instead “caressingly dismiss the reader’s conceptual receptiveness” (Receptive 128). After this long reflection on field imaginaries, the citational gimmicks that make them, and the antisocial as a problem, dismissed conceptual receptiveness is perhaps what the afterlives of the antisocial as a theory might amount to. But, alongside these first words, it might be worth understanding the moments in Bersani that I’ve underscored here, often appearing at the ends of his essays, as pedagogies in what Bersani observed of his own arguments in the anti-preface to Thoughts and Things: “It has perhaps been useful, I now realize, to qualify my utopic tendencies by giving the last word to an uncompromising negativity” (xiii). In closing, like most else with Bersani, I am tempted to do the same. But it is no small part because of Bersani that I know that “uncompromising” does not mean “uninhabitable.” The antisocial that marks the limits of Bersani’s utopianism is not only the failure to separate a redemptive death from a physical dying but also a recognition that the here and now will never be “enough.” There is no death but dying that would solve the problem of living.14 But if that utopianism is the grave in which the citational gimmick’s avoidance (an avoidance shared—differently—by utopians and negativists) of “the antisocial thesis in queer theory” is buried, then it should be celebrated for its very potential for death. Where “we” go from there could only be the afterlives of the antisocial beyond that grave.

    Austin Svedjan is a doctoral student and Hamilton-Law Graduate Fellow in the Department of English at the University of Pennsylvania. Their dissertation project traces the concept of “bad sex” across popular literary objects like the sex manual, the prizewinning novel, and the feminist manifesto in the long twentieth-century as it intersects with adjacent discourses of eugenics, aesthetic education, and sexual liberation. Austin’s writing appears or is forthcoming in GLQ: A Journal of Lesbian and Gay Studies, TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly, ASAP/J, among others.

    Notes

    This special issue is in memory of Leo Bersani and, more recently, Elizabeth Freeman. As I noted at the Afterlives of the Antisocial Symposium held at the University of California, Irvine in 2022, which Beth attended virtually while undergoing chemotherapy, to convene a group to think about the antisocial poses a few problems for us—indeed, poses to us the problem of the antisocial. The participants and audience members involved in that event and the MLA panel, “Homos at 25,” that preceded it attest to value in still thinking of the antisocial with an ever-propositional “us.” My thanks to Eyal Amiran, Gila Ashtor, Bobby Benedicto, Robert Caserio, Grace Lavery, Mathias Nilges, John Paul Ricco, Tom Roach, Rei Terada, Mikko Tuhkanen, Henry Ward, and Robyn Wiegman.

    1. In queer theory, titles over the past two decades like “After Sex?,” “What’s Queer about Queer Theory Now?,” and “What Does Queer Theory Teach Us About X?” will be immediately familiar. But even after reading the recent special issue of Social Text, “Left of Queer,” one could be forgiven understanding that title as also reading “[What’s] Left of Queer[?]”

    2. See Bernini; and McCann and Monaghan.

    3. For “field imaginary,” see Wiegman, Object Lessons 15.

    4. One might think here how, until very recently with the more dutiful return to feminist scholars like Andrea Dworkin, the term “anti-porn” or “anti-sex” functioned similarly in sexuality studies and the queer theory that followed it.

    5. In addition to Kahan and Wiegman—and thinking about the role of prestige journals in the creation of field imaginaries—see Foster; Nyong’o; and Robcis.

    6. Interestingly, this 2014 argument changes significantly from the one Rodríguez makes in 2011’s Queer Bonds special issue of GLQ. There she argues that Bersani’s aim of “collapsing of social difference” serves “as neither a satisfying critique nor as a desired color-blind, gender-blind future” (“Queer Sociality” 332; emphasis added).

    7. See the prologue to Hartman’s Lose Your Mother: A Journey Along the Atlantic Slave Route for the most canonical introduction of this concept.

    8. Although the institutional lives of two of those theorists—Christina Sharpe (one of the editors of queer theory’s premier book series, Theory Q) and C. Riley Snorton (one of the editors of queer theory’s premier journal, GLQ)—might allude to queer theory having a particular kind of ascendancy in all of this.

    9. See Dean (“Sex”) for a more substantive tracking of this periodization.

    10. These critiques are by now ubiquitously rehearsed. But for paradigmatic (perhaps even foundational) examples, see Halberstam’s and Muñoz’s respective contributions to the 2006 forum.

    11. See the first two chapters of Rancière. See, too, Edelman; and Davis and Dean.

    12. See the introduction and coda of Berlant’s On the Inconvenience of Other People.

    13. For a more thorough engagement with Du Bois, especially as it relates the function of being a “problem” and problematicity in general, see Chandler. For how the status of the problem in Chandler’s and Du Bois’s work can be relevant for queer and trans theory, see Bey.

    14. On this “problem of living,” see Berlant and Edelman (92–98).

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  • Not Just Antisocial, Inhuman

    John Paul Ricco (bio)

    Why the antisocial? Given the pervasiveness of social media and constant reminders in the wake of COVID isolation and social-distancing policies and in the midst of “the loneliness epidemic” that human beings are innately social and communal creatures, the proposition of the antisocial, let alone any prospect of its relevance today, would seem to be implausible and improbable. So why would one want to take up the notion of the antisocial and its afterlives (in the plural) now? Good reasons might lie in the ongoing dismantling of the social welfare state, the privileging of the entrepreneurial individual in neoliberal political economy, the rise of anti-democracy movements and authoritarianism, and weekly mass shootings—all easily labelled as “antisocial.” But also because of the great amount and diversity of political action against sexual violence, gender discrimination and segregation, the assault on the very being of trans-subjects, the fight for reproductive rights and other forms of bodily autonomy, state and police violence, and the insistence within the polity that Black Lives Matter. In other words, all those activities whereby the political entails the fundamental questioning of the way in which the social is currently constituted (as discriminating, marginalizing, and inequitable), and whereby the social’s configuration is radically re-imagined according to principles of justice for all.

    Looking back nearly twenty years to Robert Caserio’s framing of “the antisocial thesis in queer theory” for the conference roundtable debate he organized at the MLA conference in 2005—and specifically his identification of Leo Bersani’s book Homos as the Ur-text of that thesis, published ten years earlier (1995)—we note that a different yet historically related set of political attitudes motivated both Bersani’s critique of the social as it was known and Caserio’s interest in returning to that critique ten years later: the politics of respectability that had come to dominate gay and lesbian politics in the 1990s, a trend that shows no signs of subsiding (“Love is love!”). Meaning that Bersani’s and Caserio’s targets were the gay and lesbian policymakers of various stripes wanting to prove themselves and the cohort in whose name they spoke to be worthy and exemplary citizens and indeed patriots of the state (especially in, but not limited to the context of, the United States). In his 1997 lecture, “Gay Betrayals,” (a double-edged title that should be read as referring to both those gays and lesbians who betrayed the radical queer tradition by pursuing assimilationist politics, and to those queers who betrayed identity politics and the state-sanctioned sociality for which that politics works) Bersani scathingly takes aim at “micro-politicians”: self-fashioned good citizens campaigning to become members of the most powerful institutions of state-based imperial, colonial, and capitalist power (military, church, marriage, and the family).1 This was a politics driven by a desire no longer to be excluded but to belong and to be included, to willingly subscribe to the liberal utopianism of “anticipatory progress” and its pastoralizing promises of reparation and redemption, and to do one’s part in advancing the future of this illusion and reproduction of the social, going so far as to fully inscribe oneself into the bio-political economy via biological reproduction. With the political goal seemingly to have been to render oneself indistinguishable from others (straights), Bersani was not mistaken to think that what this politics of recognition and respectability amongst gays and lesbians would inevitably lead to was exactly what hetero-patriarchy and the Christian conversative radical right wing in the States was simultaneously plotting: the eradication not only of homosexuality but also of homosexuals.

    It is undeniable that the political context of Homos and of the antisocial thesis has been entirely forgotten in the many critiques of either that book or that thesis over the past nearly three decades. Accused of being ahistorical, it is Bersani who has suffered from a degree of ahistoricism that should give us pause, especially as we contemplate many of the prevailing and dominant theoretical discourses today—including queer theory and its recent variants—oriented around the symbolic, the affirmation of identity, and the valorization of the personal, at the expense of the social, political, and economic (actual material conditions and structures; exploitation and not only discrimination). Indeed, if respectable and reparative politics is considered the best way forward, then one is forced to ask how it is that gay and lesbian micro-politicians and policymakers then and now are not partly responsible for the current attacks on women, trans* people, the disabled, the poor, the racialized, the Indigenous, and other minorities, given their focus on local, identity-based struggles that inevitably generate others as unassimilated remainders. While many scholars over the past nearly thirty years have criticized Bersani for what they have taken to be his neglect of the real constraints under which many racialized minority subjects live, it was Bersani as early as 1987 who explicitly expressed his resistance to the very institutions that continue to be the principal agents of the subjugation of racialized minorities and of the very desire of gays and lesbians to become respectable members and stewards of these same institutions.

    Curiously, reparative reading and writing as it is often executed today is actually quite paranoid in that the intended goal of the sought-after reparations is part of a process of fervently scrutinizing the presence of harm and wounding, and potentially (or actually) finding the latter everywhere. In his essay for this volume, Bobby Benedicto speaks to this, rightly estimating that reparative reading is the dominant (indeed hegemonic) strand in queer theory and especially in queer of color critique. What to say about this hegemony? One might point out that this paranoia is not unlike those who engage in ideology critique (Marxists, Žižek), for whom objects are not only not enigmatic, unknowable, internally divided, or indeterminate, but are implicitly taken to be fully knowable and capable of being rendered or proven to be whole. These are thinkers for whom their relation to their objects is free of skepticism and suspicion, but also of alterity. To reference Robyn Wiegman’s book Object Lessons, for this camp there are no lessons to be learned from their objects, because such learning—indeed, any learning—would entail encountering objects as things other than the reflection of what one already knows and readily identifies with and identifies as—in other words, to regard one’s objects as neither disturbing nor threatening one’s will to know. But the effect of learning should not be the domestication of objects, nor the affirmation that those objects are wholly coherent, existing somehow without internal division, separation, and without remainder or an outside. That would truly be a bad education! To construe objects as evidence of “the fixed self-identity of things” will always be the work of the sovereign critic, wielding mastery over their objects, as things that cannot disturb their epistemological and decidedly disciplinary project (Edelman, “Antagonism” 822). About the reparative project we can say, paraphrasing Bersani, that the only result of self-non-erasure (or non-self-separation) … is self-non-erasure. Meaning, the inscription of oneself as an “inviolable unified subject” (Bersani as quoted by Benedicto). But with Derrida’s concept of “the trace” in mind, we note that an inscription is always a division, and there is no inscription without erasure. Indeed, erasure is the force and source for the possibility of any inscription.

    To gain a further sense of this, we turn to Anne Cheng and her recent comments on some of the important lessons provided by Bersani’s work:

    Much of how I think about the psychical and material afterlives of American racism is indebted to Leo’s ways of thinking: how the social speaks in the voice of the personal; how the fantasy of the subject is exerted by authority as well as by those marginalized; how our eagerness for redemption and cure blinds us to the ongoing life of injury.

    (Chaudhary and Cheng)

    Indeed, it is curious that critiques of the antisocial and queer negativity unwittingly have had the presumably unattended and utterly bewildering effect of turning the minority subject into the figural embodiment of the metaphysically transcendent ego, that is, the absolutely sovereign subject.

    As Benedicto points out, the historical context of the AIDS crisis is typically elided or forgotten in the ongoing critiques of the antisocial thesis. For Bersani, AIDS was not only a matter of epidemiological but of ontological autoimmunity. In AIDS, Bersani saw autoimmunity’s revelation of the lack of any coherent self, prior to the threatening (contaminating, infecting) protection of the self by the self. What the autoimmune disease demonstrated was the fact that the self is always at odds with itself, not just immunologically but ontologically. Or, more accurately, it enabled a positing of the ontological as (auto-)immunological—and what we might describe as the immemorial ontological precedence of the posthumous (Düttmann). At the height of the AIDS crisis in 1987, the same year that ACT-UP NY was founded, in a special issue of the journal October, AIDS: Cultural Analysis, Cultural Activism, edited by Douglas Crimp, Bersani daringly identified AIDS as the very resource for the radical deconstruction of the sovereign subject, and specifically portrayed the jouissance of anal sex amongst gay men as the erotically ecstatic form of the subject’s inherent autoimmune suicidality. In recent de-negating moves—that is, in self-non-erasure—it is this ontological autoimmunity that is negated. But since autoimmunity is the very means by which the bio-immunological subject lives on and stands the chance of surviving (or not), what remains in the absence of this is not a living being but the figure of mastery over finitude—which is effectively death. If there is a “heroics” of “opting out,” it is here, in this utopian dream of life beyond finitude (Ruti).

    For Bersani, a certain critical humility was the antidote to what he termed “critical imperialism” (Death vii), and it is the former in contrast to the latter that enables us to understand what he means when, in the “Rectum” essay, he speaks of a “radical disintegration and humiliation of the self” (Is the Rectum 24). Meaning, within the context of his discussion, a deflating of the “coordinated and strong physical organism” according to the “strong appeal of powerlessness, of the loss of control” (24). For as we recall now, but is often overlooked or forgotten, Bersani immediately goes on to define phallocentrism in a wholly novel way. “Phallocentrism,” he writes, “is exactly that: not primarily the denial of power to women (although it has obviously also led to that, everywhere and at all times), but above all the denial of the value of powerlessness in both men and women” (24). Which he in turn further qualifies by stressing, “I don’t mean the value of gentleness, or nonaggressiveness, or even of passivity, but rather of a more radical disintegration and humiliation of the self” (24). Neither pastoralizing, nor passive, nor indulging in the fantasy of nonaggressiveness, the humiliated self is the humbling humility of the lessened, non-self-aggrandized subject. For Bersani, the self is not the ethical ideal but instead the site of a certain dehumanization and debasement that transforms the self into a non-agential receptive body, ex-appropriated from its position of power and self-asserting wholeness, and thereby being the access to the inhuman that lies, in its powerlessness, deep in the human and that the (phallocentric) human so often (violently) seeks to disavow.2 Such humiliating debasement and deplorableness is what respectability politics seeks to extinguish.

    In the opening of a recent review essay, Gary Younge recalls a 1987 performance by Maya Angelou where she speaks of the ethics of a minoritized subject’s willingly humiliating self-debasement as an act of love conferred upon subsequent generations. “When any human being is willing to allow herself or himself to be seen at the most debased level, most demeaned, most dehumanized level—thinking that by doing so he or she can ensure the survival of yet another human being, that is love. Albeit bitter, brutal, painful, that too is love” (qtd. in Younge, 28). Her example is drawn from the history of race in the US: “You all know that Black Americans for centuries were obliged to laugh when they weren’t tickled and to scratch when they didn’t itch. And those gestures have come down to us as Uncle Tomming.” But as she goes on to say, “I don’t know about any of you, but I wouldn’t be here this evening had those people not been successful in the humiliating employment of those humiliating ploys” (qtd. in Younge, 28). It is in this way that Angelou provides us with yet another sense of the afterlives of the antisocial.

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    Returning briefly to the debate (and for a time the controversy) over the antisocial thesis, I think the entire thing might have been preempted or called off if a different kind of attention was paid to the way in which Bersani opens Homos. For while the first sentence of the prologue to the book, “No one wants to be called a homosexual,” is often cited, what just as often has been overlooked and rarely commented on is the fact that the prologue bears the title, cast in quotation marks, “‘We.’” In the immeasurable distance between that title and that opening line lies the crux of the argument that Bersani will go on to elaborate. That argument speaks to the undesirability of identity, regardless of whether bestowed by homophobia or self-asserted, and at the same time speaks (as briefly noted above) to the betrayal of identity, a betrayal here sited in the homosexual subject and that subject’s capacity—precisely in the singularity of it being “a homo”—to be the detachment of the prefix from the root of the word (sexuality). And thereby to become the site for the revelation of a degree of sameness (homoness) that is universally shared, and that in its betrayal of “heteroized” sociality (read: difference-structured, including in the form of heterosexuality and heteronormativity) has the potential to enable us to imagine and speculate on the logic by which a “we” can be envisioned and experienced.

    Bersani’s project, in other words, was less the resignification of gay male desire (as though this was all a matter of theorization as performative semiotic reiteration) than the recategorization of homosexuality as (or by way of) homoness (sameness). In this way, the homo– no longer refers to nor is reducible to homosexuality. Instead, homo points to a degree or a form of sameness shared between two or more persons or things—incongruously or inaccurately—and thus homo no longer functions as a predicate of an actuality, but rather is the speculation via “the intellectual imagination” of an as-yet-to-be-realized virtuality (Bersani, “Gay Betrayals” 43). Which is also not “utopic ambivalence” since it is not ambivalent about any possible reparation, redemption, or conclusion. As Bersani states in “Gay Betrayals,” “The homosexual, perhaps even the homosexual category (what I have called ‘homoness’) rather than as a person … might be the model for correspondences of being that are by no means limited to relations among persons” (43).3 We will return to the nonhuman and inhuman intimated in the above quote, but for now we wish to point out that Bersani’s recategorization of homo effectively frees it from the imperative of categorization. Homo suddenly becomes the predicate that relieves us—”we”—of predication. For Bersani, the singularity and specificity (not the fixed identity) of the homosexual and of gay male desire is its evacuation of subjective substantiality and seriousness, which is not to be confused with self-erasure. In other words, de-specifying is the specificity of the homo, thus making the homo curiously queer.

    Homoness is less-ness, and it is precisely by virtue of this less-ness that it acquires its universal relevance for all, where less-ness is understood to be less than any subject, figure, personality, character, or citizen. This also designates homoness as other than the many forms of modern subjectivity: the Cartesian, psychological, Proustian, epistemological, willful, sovereign, and sadistic subject. We might say that the homo is less than and thus “all than,” and functions as the signature of “the ‘homo’ in us all” (Bersani, Homos 10). The less-ness of homoness is also what is less than the socially congruent, recognizable, relational, legible, and included. Hence, it marks, as Bersani famously put it, “a revolutionary inaptitude for heteroized sociality” (Homos 7). Homoness is anti-communal, anti-egalitarian, anti-nurturing, anti-loving, and, indeed, antisocial.

    And yet, as Tim Dean has pointed out, Bersani’s project unfolds according to two decisive steps (“Sex”). The first, briefly described above, involves an experience of non-relation via sex or the aesthetic, a self-subtraction and less-ness; and the second immediately following upon the first step, is the opening of new relational modes. In other words, first, the homo is posited in its non-relational singularity, and second, sameness is affirmed as coming from out of the evacuation of any residual traces of identity-difference that might remain in homo. It is at this point that we can begin to absorb one of Bersani’s most arresting and indeed beautiful adages: “lessness is the condition of allness” (Bersani and Dutoit, Forms 165). As Bersani also defined it, homoness is “a kind of universal solidarity not of identities but of positionings and configurations in space, a solidarity that ignores even the apparently most intractable identity-difference: between the human and the nonhuman” (“Gay Betrayals” 44). In his essay in this volume, Tom Roach explores the infinite reciprocity and multiplicity of sameness/homoness, focusing on the work of the artist Juan Pablo Echeverri, and its recategorizations of portraiture and self-portraiture.

    One of the reasons for the intractability of the difference between the human and the nonhuman is perhaps the degree to which the nonhuman, in the specific sense of the inhuman, inheres and persists in the human. We are well aware of how—historically, culturally, and politically—that essential inhumanity, universally shared by all members of humanity to the extent that they are human, has been displaced on to certain humans in particular. Accompanying this is a history and long philosophical tradition, operating in resistance to this dehumanizing and minoritizing politics. One form that this resistance has taken is based on the argument for the need to never lose sight of this ineradicable and irreducible inhuman-ness in the human.4 Jacqueline Rose has recently noted that, “In the thought of philosopher Simone Weil, it is only by admitting the limits of the human that we will stop vaunting the brute illusion of earthly power, as if we owned the world we live in.” Rose then goes on to say, “Perhaps, then, if those limits were acknowledged, the world would look less murderous” (14). And indeed, at times such resisters as Bersani and Weil have advocated that in its relation to itself, each subject cultivate a rapport with it, driven by an ethical sense of the ontological and not the sociological status of the inhuman. For those subjects inscribed as inhuman, the same move of resistance applies. This has been theoretically articulated in different ways by so-called antisocial theorists, and it is important not to lose sight of these distinctions.

    For Edelman, it is a matter of refusing one’s subjugating figuration and social identity (woman, trans*, black, queer) by zeroing it out, affirming the difference of the zero from the one, where the latter signifies a conception of the unified human subject not riven by the inhuman or any form of negativity (Edelman, Bad Education). Edelman’s argument finds parallels in the work Frank B. Wilderson III, Calvin Warren, amongst others, and their theorizing of afropessimism and Black nihilism, respectively. For Bersani, as we have seen, it is a matter not of refusing but of discovering what of the figured social subject in its difference corresponds to the inhuman as not only universal but also as bearing qualities of sameness rather than difference, and thereby affirming a oneness (not a zero). Yet as I explore in my essay in this volume, Bersanian oneness can only be described as incongruous since this sense is the pleasure of finding inaccurate replications and correspondences of forms amongst humans and nonhumans. And then there are many thinkers working today such as Stephen Best, Eugenie Brinkema, Nicholas De Villiers, Kevin Quashie, Alexander Garcia Düttmann, William Haver, Jacques Khalip, and our contributors,5 whose work on the social, ethical, and aesthetic dimensions of “queer unbelonging” (Caserio 819) is articulated in terms of an essential anonymity that persists within identities and names (and figures), and that effectively amounts to a kind of queer neutrality in that anonymity is beholden to the language of neither difference nor sameness. As the thinker of the neutral Maurice Blanchot said, the anonymous translates as “not one,” to which we might add that the “not-one” is not a zero (or a two, either). In the work of the group of theorists just mentioned, this idea of ethical existence as not-one has been phrased, for instance, as “name no one man or name” (Ricco), “none like us” (Best), and “being-not-one or being at odds with AIDS” (Düttmann). The differences between zero, oneness, and not-one point to the range of the antisocial thesis’s precipitants and to a calculable sense shared amongst all three strands, of the incalculable in thinking existence beyond the constraints of the social.

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    Because of Bersani’s reading of Foucault and the latter’s questioning of the liberatory status granted to sex in the discourse of sexuality (Bersani, “Why Sex?”), and because of his ongoing collaboration with Ulysse Dutoit, Bersani moves in his project on universal sameness deliberately away from sex and sexuality and fully toward aesthetics and art.6 It is through the aesthetic correspondence of forms, a notion that he derives from Baudelaire and that is present in his work as early as 1977 (if not earlier), that Bersani finds the kind of inaccurate replications that he believes to be the forms by which each individual subject has a sense of already being in the world. From such correspondences, he has said, comes the sense that one is born into the world in which one is—non-identically—already there.

    The aesthetic becomes for Bersani the recategorization of sex and sexuality. As such, it is even more depersonalized than the homo that he tried on as a category in the years from around 1987 and its “Rectum” essay and in his seminal book Homos (1995). One can track Bersani’s recategorization of sameness as a rhythmic weaving in and out of (homo)sexuality across the extent of his career: homosexuality as antisocial sameness (Proust, 1965); sameness unrelated to (homo)sexuality (Mallarmé, 1985); homosexuality as antisocial sameness (Homos, 1995); and sameness other than in terms of (homo)sexuality but as inaccurate replication or recategorization (essays and books from 1997–2018). These later works are to a large extent reprisals of his theorization in the (under-read) Mallarmé book, where, for instance, he speaks of “the force of a shimmering sameness” moving through the poems (7).7 This outline affirms Bersani’s own sense of method, about which he was apt to say that each of his conceptualizations is the registration of a future recategorization.

    Indeed, in essays and lectures written and published in the late-1990s and early 2000s—”Gay Betrayals” (1997), “Against Monogamy” (1998), “Sociality and Sexuality” (2000), and “Sociability and Cruising” (2002)—Bersani begins to revise the argument he made in Homos.8 By 2004 with “Fr-oucault and the End of Sex,” and then two years later with “Psychoanalysis and the Aesthetic Subject” (2006), Bersani moves even further from sex to art, from sexuality to aesthetics.9 As briefly noted above, in his article from 2010, “Sex and the Aesthetics of Existence,” Tim Dean charts this turn of emphasis toward the aesthetic in Bersani’s work, casting Homos as the major transitional work from anti-relational literature and sex to newly relational art and aesthetics. While doing so, Dean also notes how difficult it has been for queer theorists (evidently himself included) to recognize and engage with it: “Queer theorists take sexual variance in stride; we have a harder time dealing with art” (387).

    The aesthetic is also where Bersani finds the inhuman: the material-sensuous registration of an irreducible alterity, self-separation, and outside that cannot be assimilated, an ex-centricity that is the radical displacement from the anthropocentric. Wholly impersonal and animate in its inanimateness, the aesthetic is the part that is not a part of any whole. It is what incompletes—being in its essential, finite singularity unfinished—and in doing so gestures or hints at the dark centre of thoughts and things, that which is in us but not of us. Therefore, the importance of the aesthetic lies not only in the way it matches the vicissitudes of queer eros (a connection drawn by Caserio based upon his reading of Tim Dean’s important book, Beyond Sexuality) but also due to the way that the aesthetic has been conceived by Bersani and others as the creative resistance (Deleuze) to the traits characterizing neoliberalism, respectability politics, and reproductive futurity.10 Indeed, for some of us, the aesthetic names that mode of ethical-cultural practice that is without policy or program, and is never about laying down the law. Precarious in its relation to immortality and any afterlife, and unbecoming and impoverished in its sensorial sensuousness, thus providing no final satisfaction or resolution as in classical notions of beauty, the aesthetic bears the inhuman and inanimate within it. It is the realm of imagined, virtual, and speculative thought; it is impossible to detach either from erasure or disappearance in its very inscription and appearance; and it is—without any need to invoke “art for art’s sake”—workless, inoperative, and a means without end. Harboring no secret interiority, for Bersani in particular the aesthetic is one of our principal means of affirming the infinite correspondences of the mobility of forms in the world, about which there will never be a time when all correspondences will have been discovered. In its infinite digression from any telos, the aesthetic institutes an “unmappable extensibility” (Bersani and Dutoit, Carravagio’s Secrets 89–90).

    Like George Orwell’s argument in “The Lion and the Unicorn,” for Bersani the move is from (aesthetic) appeasement not to surrender or opting out but to resistance. This is the argument that he and Dutoit lay out in their early essay “Merde alors” (1980). In their discussion of Pier Paolo Pasolini’s film Salò and his inexact replication of Sade’s text, the authors argue that “it is the very limitlessness of our aestheticism which constitutes the moral perspective on sadism in Salò” (14). As they immediately go on to elaborate: “The saving frivolity with which we simply go on looking [what I am calling non-hypocritical “aesthetic appeasement”] creates a consciousness of looking as, first, part of our inescapable implication in the world’s violence and, second, a promiscuous mobility thanks to which our mimetic appropriations of the world are constantly being continued elsewhere and therefore do not require the satisfyingly climactic destruction of any part of the world” [non-sadistic resistance] (14). Meaning, they conceptualize resistance not via the logic of congruity (identity, exact reproduction, as in the historical cases of communism and socialism, and the political economy of common equivalence or commensurable value) but via the logic of incongruity (impersonal, inaccurate reproduction, as in the communism of in-equivalence theorized by Jean-Luc Nancy). Such a political project is not utopian, because it operates by way of the inconclusive (means without end). The future is not queer, because it must be allowed to remain without predicates if it (the future and those who will inhabit it) is not to be pre-emptively appropriated now, by one’s being all-too confident that one knows who will be there and how they will live there. In other words, the future will remain free to the extent that it remains free of predicates—queer or otherwise.

    As Jacqueline Rose has recently written,

    Freedom of thought … is the ability to track by means of thought the more hidden, painful and scandalous aspects of human life in a world which has turned … even more dangerous and cruel than it was before. … Thought can be revolutionary or counterrevolutionary, but in so far as it goes beyond the world as known and seen [i.e., is aesthetic in its thinking], it is always the enemy of domination. Like love, thinking [and art] is “corrosive” for the social order.

    (26)

    In other words, as I have been arguing, there is something essentially and critically antisocial about love, thinking, and art. In her essay for this volume, Robyn Wiegman turns to these questions, foregrounding the distinction between “queer thinking” and “queer theory” (or “theorizing,” thus installing the grammatical parallel) in relation to Bersani’s work (and thought) and the field more generally. As we know, right up until his last books, Bersani devoted a great deal of time to conceptualizing what he understood by “thought” and “thinking.”

    To take just one example of many, in The Death of Stephane Mallarmé Bersani defines thought as the suspension and at times near exclusion and extinguishing of external reality (8–9). And that it is this extinguishing in the sense of the putting out of a fire or more generally, a light, that there is, for Bersani, an illuminating of the world. In ways that resonate with a philosophical tradition extending from Aristotle to Agamben, for Bersani it is darkness that makes light visible; darkness is the light of the night, the light that the night is—that nocturnal illumination.11 For Bersani, this extinguishing of external reality included social reality and the persons, personalities, and characters that are the social’s principal subjects and figures.12 Thought is a non-redemptive, moving away, withdrawing, and a departing (including from “the world”)—non-salvific salutation and bidding adieu. Mikko Tuhkanen picks up on this thread in his montage-essay on Pet Shop Boys and leaving, which resonates with Bersani’s own thinking on the eroticization of consciousness’s rapport with nothingness (Mallarmé 76)—that is, the impossible, the negative, the disappeared, unbecoming.In 2021, I published a short essay titled, “Hope, or Pandora in the Time of the Pandemic,” that drew on Calvin Warren’s paean for spiritual hope, distinct from political hope. Following Warren, Black nihilism blackens the world, or using a neologism coined by curator and writer Karina Griffith, it “endarkens” it, which might also be how it “defines” the world. This means that Black nihilism finds its power and legitimacy in its own pure potential which, following Agamben, is also the potential not-to. The spiritual hope of Black nihilism lies in the utter refusal to participate in the cruel optimism of biopolitical futurity that keeps promising a better life, one day, “just wait and see.”In the end, and most importantly, the effort of trying to maintain an abiding and antisocial rapport with negativity, the inhuman, and the irreparable, is a commitment to non-mastery and non-sovereignty, and the renunciation of the will to know and the violence that accompanies such epistemological desires. It is what Sam See describes as “the pleasure of ignorance” and by which he comes to define love as “unredeeming and unredeemable” (196), which is essentially to point to what in love is unlovable (antisocial), meaning incapable of being possessed or every fully known. The title of my essay for this volume, “Unlovable Oneness,” at once names: the unlovability of any idea of unified coherence that would be the betrayal of the lovable; what enables a sense of oneness as precisely incongruity and thus lovable; and affirms such incongruous oneness to be the impossibility of community. Ultimately, it is by way of the unlovable that we arrive at a sense of oneness as not-one, meaning as always multiple in its singularity, and unfinished in its resolution never to resolve into a “superior finality” (Bersani, Future 127). As See argues, this failure to conclude—whether in art’s impoverishment, sex’s consummate lack of consummation, or love’s unlovableness—is the traitorous condition by which art, sex, and love do not fail us.13 And as See goes on to suggest, in affirming the unlovability of our objects, we affirm the impossibility of them ever being totally loved, as we also come to discover that this irreducible antisociality is what we most love about them.

    John Paul Ricco is Professor of Comparative Literature, Visual Studies, and Art History at the University of Toronto, where he is Lead Curator of the Sexual Representation Collection at the Bonham Centre for Sexual Diversity Studies. He is a theorist working at the juncture of contemporary art, queer theory, and philosophy, noted for his work on aesthetics and ethics; sexuality and intimacy; and eco-deconstruction. Ricco has coedited special issues of Parallax and Journal of Visual Culture on Jean-Luc Nancy, and most recently, a special issue of differences on Leo Bersani. He is the author of The Logic of the Lure, and The Decision Between Us: Art and Ethics in the Time of Scenes (both University of Chicago Press) and has just completed the third volume in his trilogy on “the intimacy of the outside,” titled Queer Finitude.

    Footnotes

    I want to thank the contributors to this issue, each of whom offers a critically new perspective on the anti-social thesis and Leo Bersani’s work in relation to it. And thanks to Eyal Amiran and Mathias Nilges, Editors of Postmodern Culture, and to Managing Editor Annie Moore. I especially want to acknowledge what a great pleasure it has been to collaborate with Austin Svedjan. Our many conversations over the past two years, including during a week-long writing retreat in July 2023 when we worked on developing our respective Introductions, will be remembered as the highlights of this editorial project and partnership, which began in summer 2022 and I am thrilled to see come to fruition now in June 2024.

    1. “Gay Betrayals” was originally presented as a talk with the French title, “Trahisons gay,” at “Les études gay et lesbiennes,” a colloquium organized by Didier Eribon and held at the Centre Pompidou, Paris, June 23 and 27, 1997. The proceedings of the colloquium were then edited by Eribon and published by the Pompidou in 1998. The English version of Bersani’s essay was first published in his collection of essays Is the Rectum a Grave? And Other Essays (2010). The French title of Bersani’s paper might be a play on Magritte’s La trahison des images (The Treachery of Images) of 1929, more familiarly known by the sentence that appears within it, “Ceci n’est pas une pipe” (“This is not a pipe”), the work about which Foucault published an eponymous essay in 1973.

    2. I am, of course, referring to the well-known statement Bersani makes in “Is the Rectum a Grave?”: “The self is a practical convenience. Promoted to the status of an ethical ideal, it is a sanction for violence” (30).

    3. Following Edelman’s question as to whether “politics [is] the fantasy, when you break it down, of breaking down figures of fantasy?” (Berlant and Edelman 87), we might also ask if politics might be the configuration of breaking down the fantasy of figures.

    4. See, most notably, Lyotard.

    5. We can also list scholars outside of queer theory working on various forms of social unbelonging, such as Eleanor Kaufman, David Clark, Daniel Tiffany, and Rei Terada, to name a few.

    6. The collaboration between Bersani and Dutoit began in the late 1970s and first appeared in print with the publication of the essay “Merde alors” in October, and it would then go on to include three books that bracket the publication of Homos (1995): Arts of Impoverishment (1993); Caravaggio’s Secrets (1998); and Caravaggio (1999) on Derek Jarman’s eponymous film. These publication dates also imply that Bersani was working on Homos around the same time he was working on the first two “art books” he would publish with Dutoit as co-author.

    7. Indeed, many of the themes, concerns, terms, and concepts, associated with Bersani’s later work appear in his book on Mallarmé. These include: “masturbatory attention” (16); inaccurate replication; aesthetic impoverishment; anti-performativity (23); non-profundity; the burying of coherent subjectivity; being without secrets; correlations to the universe; frivolousness (46); virtuality; and self-shattering (65).

    8. All these essays are collected in Bersani, Is the Rectum a Grave? And Other Essays.

    9. This turn is contemporaneous with the publication of Foucault’s lectures at the Collège de France (beginning with Society Must Be Defended, 2003), which also take up the issue of the “will to know” within a history of truth, subjectivity, and notions and regimes of the care of the self and an aesthetics of existence. We are aware that Bersani was deeply interested in the late Foucault and came to be one of the scholars who most thoroughly took up his colleague and friend’s unfinished project of thinking “new relational modes,” organized through “bodies and pleasures” rather than social categories and identities. Of particular note, are the last lectures on “Subjectivity and Truth” (1981), where Foucault speaks about the birth of desire in late-Roman ethics. There he focuses not on the repression of desire but rather its emergence via its extraction or “unearthing” at the very root of, yet now distinct from, the bloc of aphrodisia (viz. pleasure, sex) via technologies of the self that in the sidelining of sexual acts, bodies, and pleasures created a new form: the subject of desire. Here we see not only reasons for the split between Foucault and Deleuze over pleasure and desire, respectively, but also the difference between Foucault and Judith Butler, and the subsequent influence that the latter’s work will have in shaping the field of queer theory. For as we recall, in 1984 (the year Foucault died) Butler will write her dissertation on “Subjects of Desire” (published in 1987).

    10. See Dean, Beyond Sexuality; Ricco, Logic; and Ricco, Decision.

    11. This brief discussion is a nod to the cosmological turn that Bersani’s thinking took in the last decade of his career, as he became increasingly interested in theories concerning such things as the origins of the universe emerging from astronomy and astrophysics. The darkness that we are speaking of here correlates with the quasars or super black holes that are at the center of each galaxy in the universe. It also correlates with the so-called “dark matter” that is believed to constitute 27 percent of the universe (with only 4.9 percent of the universe being ordinary matter); and to “dark energy” which makes up the other roughly 68 percent of the universe, and that NASA scientist Jane Rigby has described as “this weird repulsive force that is making the universe expand ever faster and faster.” For the statistics cited here, see Overbye.

    12. We might find a resonance between Bersani’s observations here on perceiving darkness, and Karl Marx’s idea of seeing the future in a glass darkly, “so as” Terry Eagleton recently explains, “not to make a fetish of it.”

    13. In an article in homage to the reading and writing practices of his former colleague, Caleb Smith relays that “Inside the front cover of each book from Sam’s library, a bookplate had been placed. ‘From the library of Sam See,’ it said, then quoted two lines by Sappho, in H.D.’s translation: ‘yet to sing love, / love must first shatter us.’”

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  • Virtual Presents, Future Strangers: The Art of Recategorization in the Work of Leo Bersani and Juan Pablo Echeverri

    Tom Roach (bio)

    Abstract

    This essay argues that Bersani’s attempts to articulate a non-Cartesian form of knowledge production spur him to speculate anew about epistemology and ontology. Specifically, Bersani’s late theory and practice of recategorization, a recursive engagement with thinkers and concepts that reveals thought’s virtual potential, affords him the opportunity to conceive of a cognitive temporal unity and an immanentist conception of being. After exploring Bersani’s theory of recategorization and his textual recategorizing practice, I turn to the work of multimedia artist Juan Pablo Echeverri to offer a dialogic example of recategorization as aesthetic practice.

    In a series of questions that begins the final section of “‘Ardent Masturbation’ (Descartes, Freud, Proust, et al.),” Leo Bersani asks a curious question, an ontological speculation masquerading as an epistemological inquiry: “Can thought be caressed into knowledge?” (54). Bersani asks this question after positing a spatial link between the essay’s titular thinkers. To properly think, all three more or less announce, it is necessary to shut the door to the world and retreat to a space of solitude. Indeed, in “what might broadly be called modernity” the necessary condition for a philosophical knowledge of the self is a separation from the social: “autonomous self-reflection” can only occur within an “extraordinarily active solitariness” (42, 46). Solitude is essential to modern epistemology because the world is conceived as hostile to thought. The will to self-knowledge is a similarly aggressive force. The modern epistemologist whips thought into shape first by excluding an antagonistic world, and then by making the world’s foreignness familiar via appropriation and incorporation. Cartesian epistemological autonomy is, to pick up on this special issue’s theme, profoundly antisocial: the subject assimilates the world into itself—makes it familiar, self-identical—and calls it “knowledge.”1

    This essay demonstrates how Bersani’s attempts to articulate a non-Cartesian form of knowledge production spur him to speculate anew about epistemology and ontology. Specifically, Bersani’s late theory and practice of recategorization, a recursive engagement with thinkers and concepts that reveals thought’s virtual potential, affords him the opportunity to conceive of a cognitive temporal unity and an alternative to subject/object dualism. After exploring Bersani’s theory of recategorization and his textual recategorizing practice, discovering along the way a conceptual resonance in the work of Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari as well as a practical resonance in Michel Foucault’s late interview style, I turn to the work of multimedia artist Juan Pablo Echeverri to offer a dialogic example of recategorization as aesthetic practice. Echeverri’s work takes Bersani’s practice of recategorization to the point of subjective implosion: a mise en abyme of inaccurate self-replication and substitution that reconceives the self as fungible opacity. Ultimately, Bersani and Echeverri encourage us to ignore the desire to make the unknown known and to make the foreign familiar. Instead, they invite us to enjoy the pleasures of perpetual unfulfillment and to sync with forces and partners that valorize the becoming of being.

    In “Ardent Masturbation,” Bersani wonders whether all knowledge production is necessarily antisocial in the Cartesian fashion: self-protective, self-placatory, even self-creative (Cogito ergo sum).2 The essay’s title is lifted from Freud’s “A Special Type of Choice of Object Made by Men,” in which Freud argues, according to Bersani, that onanism for such men is: a) a defensive response to being excluded from the parental dyad; b) a fantasy of mastering that dyad and the inhospitable world it represents; and c) a fantasy of parentless self-generation, perhaps the ultimate kiss-off to mom and dad. For Bersani, the term is a metaphor for the titular thinkers’ philosophical practice. The hegemonic, masturbatory model of knowledge production in modern epistemology likewise traffics in defensiveness, attempted mastery, and the immaculate conception of a (divided) self. Bersani devotes the final pages of the essay, and arguably much of his career, to seeking alternatives to this model. In asking whether thought can “caress” knowledge into being, he cheekily alludes to masturbation, but this time the sensual activity is of a different variety. Bersani seeks not only a different method for producing knowledge but also a different form of knowledge altogether: one with a syntax that is not epistemological but aesthetic and sensual; one that emerges from a correspondence between thought and thinker but belongs to neither; one that seeks not to capture the unknown but to articulate, and then articulate differently, the known unthought; one modeled not on an ego-gratifying masturbation wherein knowledge is the coaxed orgasm of thought, but, rather, a mutually caressive, mutually transformative exchange between thought and thinker, thinker and things.3 This is to say that in seeking alternatives to the dominant mode of knowledge production in modernity Bersani simultaneously seeks a non-Cartesian/non-Freudian/non-Proustian form of being.

    Sort of. The thing with these three thinkers is that they say more than they know, so there is always more to say about them. In Bersani’s hands, these thinkers unwittingly and repeatedly undermine their own conceptual dualisms and antagonisms.4 Bersani returns to their work time and again to discover the conceptual pathways their slip-ups might reveal. Unlike, say Gilles Deleuze and Michel Foucault who definitively turn their backs on at least two of the titular thinkers, Bersani is, at minimum, ambivalent about letting them go. Seeing that he offers them second, third, and fourth chances, he seems committed to making the relationship work. Descartes, for example, might be the daddy of masturbatory self-analysis, the godlike creator of a world inimical to thought, but, from another perspective, he also “initiates and sustains a kind of intellectual sociability that could be thought of as superseding the solitary concentration that led to his certainties about being and the conditions of knowledge” (“Ardent” 56). Descartes’s dialogic gesture of sharing his meditations in writing, of reaching out and confiding in us, bursts, according to Bersani, his monadic bubble. In Samuel Beckett’s work, which Bersani discusses in relation to Descartes, language, even the nonsensical blather that dribbles from Beckett’s characters’ mouths, exists solely for the sake of creating an indefinitely disconnected relation wherein intersubjective fusion is always forestalled, failed. By reading Descartes through a Beckettian lens, Bersani transforms him into someone worth keeping around—at least as blathering company.

    Similarly, Bersani spends a good third of “‘Ardent Masturbation’” analyzing Freud’s “A Special Type of Choice of Object Made by Men,” and not because he is interested per se in the neurotic men of its title, who are attracted to married yet promiscuous women. Rather, Bersani digs into Freud’s work here for at least three reasons: First, the essay is an extreme, bordering on absurd, example of the masturbatory form of knowledge production that links these three thinkers; second, Freud posits masturbation as a universal paradigm of sexual desire—all desire is desire of the self, that is, narcissistic;5 and, third, Freud’s argumentat here is so illogical that the essay demolishes its own claims and “performs the blockages, the mergings, the incoherence inherent in the ‘discipline’ Freud invented” (53). This latter point, that the text performatively reveals the cracks in the armor of the psychoanalytic enterprise, is an indication of Bersani’s aforementioned ambivalence about leaving Freud behind. Because psychoanalytic theory “immobilizes the human subject in its persuasive demonstration of an irreducible, politically unfixable antagonism between external reality and the structures of desire” (Bersani, Homos 124), it may not be the nonmasturbatory mode of thinking Bersani seeks—but it’s at least honest enough to expose, however unwittingly, its limits.

    The previous quotation, which might be read as Bersani hammering the final nail in Freud’s coffin, appears in Homos, a book published sixteen years before the essay under consideration. In the subsequent chapter of Thoughts and Things, “I Can Dream, Can’t I?” published two years after “‘Ardent Masturbation,’” Bersani resurrects the very thinkers that one might logically assume are resting in peace (Descartes, Freud, and Proust). In Bersani’s final essay collection, Receptive Bodies, Freud is referenced on thirty-four of that book’s one-hundred-twenty-eight pages (Descartes, nine; Proust, six). All of which leads me to ask: Am I the only reader who experienced confusion, if not frustration, when Freud repeatedly reared his head in Bersani’s work after Homos? Because the stunning concluding chapter of that book is, at least in part, a eulogy for a Freudian “sexuality of profundity” (123)—not to mention a calling out of psychoanalytic ideological critique as “inescapably conservative” (124) and hence politically moribund—is my frustration justified, or at least shared? I, for one, was thrilled to see Georg Simmel appear as a new interlocutor in the first paragraph of 2002’s “Cruising and Sociability.” But Freud soon arrives, crashes the party, and dominates a conversation that up to that point had been pleasantly flighty and promiscuously chatty. In the years since, I may or may not have screamed, “Let Freud go! Look elsewhere!” more than once to the Bersani-in-my-head. Now in 2024, as we approach the two-year anniversary of Bersani’s death and assess the “afterlife” of a concept with which he is (rather unfortunately) associated, it seems salient to ask: Why did Bersani continuously loop back to thinkers that might no longer have served his intellectual project? If, after Homos, that intellectual project evolved into an exploration of nonmasturbatory forms of knowledge production and nondestructive ways of being in, and with, the world, why did he not turn directly to the work of Spinoza, Wittgenstein, or Merleau-Ponty, whom he names in the concluding section of “‘Ardent Masturbation’” as the philosophers who “propose versions of being as mobilized and continuously modified through exchanges that collapse the subject-object dualism” (56)? Are Bersani’s repeated returns to the work of Descartes, Freud, Proust, et al. motivated by a Berlantian cruel optimism that promises a definitive clarification of their conceptual enigmas? Or are they a Beckettian experiment in failing better, a discursive performance of an “indefinitely postponed … unprecedented climax” (57)? Indeed, are these frustrating and frustrated reengagements the means by which Bersani caresses thought into knowledge?

    Thankfully, I’m not the only one with questions of this sort. In the interview, “Rigorously Speculating,” Mikko Tuhkanen asks Bersani about his recurring engagements with certain thinkers. Bersani’s answer to a query about the preface to the second edition of Marcel Proust: The Fictions of Life and Art is telling:

    I think it’s a good analysis of Proust, but in a way it could be, to use a term that’s become important to me, recategorized—and in a way this is precisely what I have been doing in my subsequent work. The subsequent psychoanalytic references add to the original reading, enrich it in a way, and also make it a little more precise, or more expansive. It’s as if later versions of certain thoughts keep spiraling out with new additions. It’s a strange relation of undoing but not quite undoing what you’ve thought; it’s supplementing, it’s additive in a way. … People have said to me, ‘You already said that twenty years ago.’ Well, fine. That simply means that it was an important idea and it’s remained an important idea but I found ways to recategorize it, to play with it in a different way, adding something, changing something. I think that’s all very important.

    (294)

    Aside from making me feel sheepish about being one of those people who snootily critique Bersani for repeating himself, this passage—specifically, the concept of recategorization—illuminates Bersani’s method of caressing thought into knowledge and, quite relatedly, hints at both the movement and the temporality of thought and being.6

    Recategorization is neither revision nor critique; it is the becoming of a concept, the unfolding and reemergence of an intuition in a form that is essentially the same but slightly unfamiliar. The inherent difference of a concept becomes accessible over time; in this sense, concepts are future strangers. This strangeness is precisely their potential: their inherent incompleteness that unfolds into an open-ended problematic, their potential to renew their potential, to repotentiate. One should not treat these guests as “food for thought” to be consumed, digested, excreted, and flushed. Rather, concepts are deserving of our hospitality and humility; they are to be treated as welcome foreigners and granted permanent residency. Distinguishing critique from Bersani’s speculative approach to knowledge, Tuhkanen writes: “In contrast to a ‘speculative’ approach, a ‘critique’ assumes that the reader has ‘understood’—and, consequently, finished with—the text, precisely the attitude of epistemological annihilation, typical to Western modernity, that Bersani seeks to displace” (Speculative 16). Recategorization is one feature of Bersani’s speculative approach, his attempt to produce a nonmasturbatory, nonappropriative method of knowledge production. In employing it, he demonstrates that the relationship between thought and thinker is not defined by dominance and submission, or even competition, but hospitality.

    Bersani is not alone on his quest to find alternatives to “the attitude of epistemological annihilation” copped by Descartes and other modern dialecticians. In What is Philosophy? Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari likewise seek alternatives to what Tuhkanen calls the “epistemophilic regime” (Speculative 43). Their pursuit entails an examination of a thinker’s “conceptual personae,” which they define as the “true agents of enunciation” through which the thinker thinks—”the philosopher’s name is the simple pseudonym of his personae” (Deleuze and Guattari 65). These conceptual figures determine the form of knowledge produced, the relation between thought and thinker, and, ultimately, the limits of the thinkable within any system of thought. Unlike Bersani, who is quite generous in his rendering of Descartes’s method, Deleuze and Guattari dismissively identify the conceptual persona of Descartes’s cogito as The Idiot, “the private thinker [who] forms a concept with innate forces that everyone possesses on their own account by right (‘I think’)” (62). Unlike Bersani, they summarily turn their backs on Descartes and look elsewhere. Their first consideration of non-idiotic personae is The Friend, the etymological bedrock of Greek philosophers: “the friends of wisdom, those who seek wisdom but do not formally possess it” (3). They ponder the usefulness of the Greek friend as a figure for thought, but soon realize that, like Bersani’s solitary masturbator, it carries a lot of baggage: the Greeks “violently force” it into a relationship with Platonic Essence, and, later, wisdom and truth (3); they compel it into competition in the agon, wherein friends become rivals and claimants; they even coerce it into the conceptual blueprint of cities and societies (democracy, for example) (4). Is this too much to ask of The Friend? Has Greek philosophy overburdened and exhausted The Friend? Perhaps, Deleuze and Guattari speculate, the only way to invigorate The Friend is to “recategorize” it. Although they do not use Bersani’s term, their discussion of what might need to happen in order for The Friend to become viable again as a conceptual persona for thought bears resemblance to Bersani’s method:

    Unless we are led back to the “Friend,” but after an ordeal that is too powerful, an inexpressible catastrophe, and so in yet another new sense, in a mutual distress, a mutual weariness that forms a new right of thought (Socrates becomes Jewish). Not two friends who communicate and recall the past together but, on the contrary, who suffer an amnesia or aphasia capable of splitting thought, of dividing it in itself. Personae proliferate and branch off, jostle one another and replace each other.7

    (71)

    Only by branching off in new directions and jostling with other versions of itself can The Friend repotentiate and revivify. Like Freudian and Proustian problematics in Bersani’s work, The Friend must return as an inaccurate replication of itself in order to be viable for philosophy again.

    Michel Foucault also accompanies Bersani in his quest for anti-epistemophilic methods and knowledges. Foucault, however, uses the interview format to recategorize his previous ideas. As I have previously argued, rather than allowing interlocutors to interpellate him into a dialogic exchange of critique and defense, point and counterpoint, Foucault opts to extend his ideas in new directions in his late interviews.8 Refusing to remain locked within the discursive rules of Socratic dialogue, he strategically disengages from dialectical exchange and steers the conversation toward new conceptual developments. One can see here the outline of a larger political project beyond dialectics—a strategy that couples exodus with invention, defection with creation. Foucault betrays the conventions of intersubjective dialogue to open up a space for both new conceptual forms and new ways of relating. His interview strategy thus syncs with Bersani’s practice of recategorization. Bersani revisits concepts and thinkers because they “keep spiraling out with new additions,” not because he feels compelled to correct, defend, or have the final word on his previous analyses. That “final word” is itself a teleological fantasy; Bersani’s conclusions are infinitely forestalled because open-ended problematics are unsublatable within a dialectical schematic. Like Foucault, Bersani chooses to let his ideas swerve from a determinate course so that they might repotentiate and reveal themselves as future strangers.9

    Put another way, Bersani’s recategorized concepts exist alongside earlier articulations as actualizations of a concept’s virtuality. A theory of virtuality is pivotal in Bersani’s late work because it affords him the opportunity to conceive of a cognitive temporal unity and an alternative to subject/object dualism. In “Re-perusal, Registered,” he describes the nondialectical movement and anticausal temporality of thought as follows: “positing the futurity of our past thinking breaks down the temporality we usually assign to mental life and points to the oneness, the persisting presentness, of all thought” (275). The temporal order “we usually assign to mental life” is that of a detective narrative, wherein intellectual discoveries lead to an unshakeable truth.10 The skilled sleuth who pores over clues that eventually solve the crime wrangles the time of thought into a teleological trajectory. Thought is useful here insofar as it serves the telos: everything in this narrative points toward the big reveal, the synthesis of intellectual labor. The tense of this cognitive quest is the future perfect: each clue’s meaning only makes sense in retrospect, in the time of the “will have been,” when connections between clues are discovered.11 The final truth, then, sublates and hence annihilates each intellectual discovery; similarly, the time of intellectual labor condenses into a single, futural moment. By insisting on the “persisting presentness” of thought, Bersani by contrast posits a nonnarrative temporality for mental life, wherein ideas occur as singular events inassimilable to a dialectical schematic. Rather than developing along a tidy chronological trajectory of cause and effect, thoughts emerge and move in a more haphazard, itinerant form.12 In Bersani’s words,

    the spiraling of mental time into ever widening plateaus of experience at once repeated and revised establishes a continuity between past and present wholly unlike the discontinuous suppressions of present time by the temporal hallucinations of involuntary memory. Nothing is lost but nothing is ever the same. Each present is an inaccurate replication—or, as I now like to call it, a re-categorizing—of all our pasts.

    (Marcel Proust xi-xii)

    Because there is temporal continuity in the psyche, thought comprises reconfigured pasts emerging in the present—the virtual present is simultaneously the future stranger. Because thought is inherently different to itself, it can never be fully realized: thought advances in a series toward a climax that never comes. If the unconscious of thought is persistently present in the psyche, then the big reveal is indefinitely forestalled; the virtual potential of a concept is a pressure continually exerted over time and through various articulations. Recategorization respects and enacts the unstoppable becoming of the virtual. It illuminates an aspect of a concept that was always already there: an unnoticed yet ever-present inherent difference. Once again, in Bersani’s words, recategorization “moves the argument forward by inaccurately replicating it” (Thoughts 73).13

    In this psychic topography, however, a forward advance is indistinguishable from a backward loop. Unconscious virtuality presents thought with a syntax different from an epistemophilic will to know. If the latter operates according to an imperialistic set of rules urging us to “dig deep” in order to “gain” knowledge (by making it personal property) and eliminate foreignness (by making it familiar), the former adheres to aesthetic guidelines that encourage speculation, experimentation, and the creation of open-ended problematics. The knowledge emergent in Cartesian epistemological pursuits is an entrapment of thought, a deadening of its potential. Thinking in the speculative mode honors thought’s virtual unconscious: its inherent difference, its restless becoming. Virtuality is comprehensible as a syntax of the psyche only if the unconscious is perceived as both unknowable and, in Christopher Bollas’s phrasing, as consisting of “unthought knowns” (qtd. in Tuhkanen, Speculative 193). Bersani urges us to understand the unconscious “not as a reservoir of repressed representations and impulses that aim to block the realization of our conscious projects but … as the original reservoir of psychic virtualities” (Thoughts 67). Put differently, the unconscious has been misrecognized as a threatening and antagonistic other, when in fact it might be nothing to fear: it is not a storehouse of repressed memories and traumas, but the virtual presentness of thought. In this rendering of the unconscious, the psychoanalytic will to know, the desire to scour the depths of the unconscious to unearth its ever-elusive secrets, is the real monster.

    The speculative practice of recategorization likewise enacts a key Bersanian ontological claim: that the divided self, the sine qua non of masturbatory self-analysis, including Freudian psychoanalysis, is actually an immanentist conception of being misrecognized. Recategorization as a critical method—and, importantly, as an aesthetic practice, a way of life—is attuned to the temporality and mobility of thought and being. Put succinctly, it is attuned to ontology: the thought of being. Bersani gives shape to this time and movement with the figure of the spiral: “we might think of mental time as a spiraling movement rather than a linear trajectory that leaves its past behind. … [M]oving forward is indistinguishable from a relooping movement backward” (69). By relooping, thoughts develop serially and extensibly: they are inaccurately replicated as they wreathe forward and backward toward new connections. The unconscious past puts pressure on present consciousness to unmoor thought from itself, to open up a space for it to become something different. In this sense, the virtual is the present’s present: a gift that keeps on giving, a mutual caress between psychic temporalities, an inexhaustible intangibility impossible to capture or possess. The past, indeed, is never erased, as Freud contends, but it is also not repressed. It is looped back into the present as virtual becoming. This looping is not an eruptive twist on a narrative trajectory that moves toward climax, but a looping between temporalities that fit incongruously within each other. The syntax of the movement between past and present, and between the unconscious and consciousness, is, in John Paul Ricco’s words, an “incongruous oneness.”14 Incongruity here is crucial to thought’s becoming because it unglues established knowledge from its potential; incongruity creates a space of freedom to become whatever. “Having ceased to be,” Bersani writes, “thought will ceaselessly begin to be. The present contains the virtualized future of our past” (75). Recategorization is thinking in the aesthetic mode because it is a sculpting and re-sculpting of thought’s potential. It is likewise, according to Tuhkanen, anamnetic: “a going-back-over, a return to something in the unactualized past that does not let go, something that demands one to revisit the missed scene of origination” (Speculative 206). If the epistemophilic syntax orients the thinker to march militantly toward the world to territorialize and conquer it by means of knowledge, the syntax of virtuality orients the thinker to waltz with the world and its inhabitants, to sync with forces and partners that valorize the becoming of being between them. To return to the quotation that begins this essay, when the thinker learns to caress thought into knowledge, their connection to the world takes the form of a mutual caress of potentiality.

    “Quoting ourselves,” Bersani remarks in “Staring,” the final essay in his final essay collection, “far from being an enslavement to our past, creates what may be the only free relation we can have to our past: the freedom of continually repeating its intrinsic inconclusiveness” (Receptive 126). Immediately following this statement, Bersani quotes himself. He reiterates a few of his essays’ hallmark opening zingers (the most provocative, perhaps, the first sentence of “Merde Alors,” co-authored with Ulysse Dutoit: “The vagina is a logical defect in nature.” [128]) to set the stage for another recategorization. Bersani’s incendiary, sometimes outlandish, introductory sentences, become, in their recategorized form, empty seductions. By calling an inordinate amount of attention to themselves, they “defeat from the very start, our impatient wish to move ahead toward de-problematizing conclusions” (128). These opening zingers are simply too outrageous to be declarations for “serious” knowledge pursuits—those that seek conclusive truths, those for which knowledge is property. Rather, Bersani’s openers are self-contained, diversionary pleasures. They provoke an intellectual tension that never resolves; they flamboyantly introduce an argumentative enigma that turns out to be a red herring. Or, in Bersani’s words: “They caressingly dismiss the reader’s conceptual receptiveness” (128; my emphasis). As it turns out, at least in this late recategorization of his thought, Bersani has long been, most likely before he even knew it, inviting us to caress thought into knowledge with him. Through first sentences that suck all the air out of a text, he lovingly yet teasingly lures readers into his anti-epistemophilic practice of critical swerving. He explains that these sentences are likewise “pauses” that serve as “models for occasional restful stops in the agitated questioning of inconclusive thinking and of inconclusive being” (128). As self-contained and satisfying art objects in and of themselves, they invite us to ignore the desire to make the unknown known, to solve the mystery. As aesthetic diversions that fail to lead us toward a climax, they invite us, instead, to enjoy the pleasures of perpetual unfulfillment.

    Recategorization as a critical practice allows thought to undo and reorient itself as it progresses serially toward indefinitely forestalled conclusions. It is thus an additive process of unbecoming and metamorphosis that expresses an inexhaustibly renewable exchange between the past and present, between the unconscious and consciousness, and, ultimately, between being and becoming. At the risk of literalizing Bersani’s critical method, I turn now to the work of Colombian artist Juan Pablo Echeverri (1978-2022) to speculate about recategorization as an aesthetic practice, a mode of being. Echeverri’s work, particularly his signature piece, miss fotojapón, instantiates Bersani’s critical practice as photographic spectacle. Comprised of thousands of 4×5cm passport-size self-portraits taken daily between the years 1998 and 2022, miss fotojapón represents the self as a series of inaccurately replicated forms looping haphazardly between temporalities (fig. 1).

    Fig 1. Juan Pablo Echeverri, miss fotojapón, 1998-2022 (selection), passport photos, inkjet prints, 4 × 5 cm each. © Juan Pablo Echeverri. Courtesy of the Juan Pablo Echeverri Estate. https://www.juanpabloecheverri.com

    Echeverri describes the motivation for the project as follows:

    I was around 17 at the time [1995] and had just started experimenting with my appearance with different piercings and hairstyles; I thought it would be nice to have some documentation of these experiments for the future. As a way of accompanying my written diary with images, I began to sporadically visit the photo booth around 1995. The more I physically changed, the more I wanted to take pictures; and the more pictures I took, the more I instigated these changes. This cycle eventually resulted in me taking a photograph on a daily basis beginning in June 2000.

    (“All”)

    “Foto Japon” is the brand name of the photobooth Echeverri frequented in his adolescence. The titular “miss” is, perhaps, then, a cheeky, gender-bending reference to the artist himself (as in, “I am Miss Fotojapón”). Unabashedly even confrontationally queer-identified both in life and art, Echeverri frequently plays with gender expression in his work.15 That “miss,” however, might also be interpreted as an experience of longing, “(I) miss Fotojapón.” Given that the series is a collection of passport photos, and that the nation “Japan” is in its title, “miss” could signify an ache for a once- or never-visited nation, even a desire to escape one’s native country. In this sense, “missing” might also be a retroactive longing for a period in the artist’s adolescence when a photobooth afforded an opportunity for self-experimentation: a “safe space” away from the social in which new selves are nurtured. One way or another, the photobooth, although initially used as a tool to document experiments in self-styling, becomes the instigator for continual self-experimentation. The line between life and art eventually becomes indistinguishable; Echeverri poses for a camera that records extant appearances and shapes future ones. Self-transformation and journalistic documentation merge here into a life practice. When the portraits are viewed in a grid-like formation, Echeverri’s preferred way of exhibiting the piece, the variability in self-appearance is dizzying; indeed, it is difficult to comprehend that the vast, superficial differences among the sublime number of represented selves cohere in one individual.

    But what type of subject is represented here? Although miss fotojapón is a daily documentation of Echeverri’s changing visage, the photographic subject of this series does not develop along a traditional life trajectory: there is no cause and effect and no climax, only self-extensions spiraling between past, present, and future. In a statement that can only be described as cosmically narcissistic, Echeverri writes: “I like to refer to the fantasies that surround ‘being,’ stretching the idea of the ‘self’ and creating a universe in which I am the common denominator” (“All”). The artist’s initial desire to use photography to preserve memory is, in the end, thwarted. In the grid, the past is not quarantined as a deadened known but instead reloops into future versions of a self. A moustache here emerges in a new form there, a facial piercing shifts from eyebrow to ear. This serialized self unbecomes and transforms as it spirals through time and multiplies. Although obvious differences appear in the aging face, moving forward in time seems indistinguishable from moving backward. Each version of this self is a singular event, each stacked side by side, piling up horizontally and vertically, in a nonteleological, nonlinear chronology. Newer selves are neither replacements of nor improvements on previous versions; they are simply different installments of a self contained in the virtual future of its past. Moreover, akin to Bersani’s practice of quoting himself to the point that his ideas no longer resemble themselves, Echeverri’s cosmically narcissistic project of self-reproduction repeats the self to death: there is no “there” beneath the superficial repetition of self-stylization, no psychological interiority to reveal. The self’s inherent otherness prevents any final selfactualization, or any discovery of a “true self.” Instead, incongruous selves perpetually fail to cohere in a psychological subject. By recategorizing the psychological subject as a series of superficial, aesthetic transformations, Echeverri offers a dizzying demonstration of being’s indefinite unfinishedness. Amid this sea of superficial difference, however, three consistencies emerge: Echeverri’s blank stare, his solitude, and the photographic genre itself—the passport photo.

    Like Bersani’s opening zingers, which shock but swerve, Echeverri’s numerous, spectacular self-stylings are also empty seductions. The artist’s wide-ranging looks certainly steal the spotlight, beckoning viewers to reflect, perhaps “philosophically,” on the mutability of self-identity or the multitudes contained within, but his look itself—that is, his facial expression—remains consistently affectless and inscrutable. In each photo Echeverri stares directly at the viewer with a gaze simultaneously wide-eyed and bored, confrontational and passive, fearful and confident—a deer in the headlights impossibly blasé and defiant. Likewise, his consistently pursed lips, concealing teeth and resisting both smiles and frowns, express little emotion: is he melancholy or giggly, earnest or mocking? Given that each photo in this series appears to have been taken in isolation—in a photo booth that momentarily separates the subject from the world—Echeverri’s uniformly impenetrable facial expressions bespeak the ambivalence of antisocial self-exclusion. The photographic genre Echeverri employs to document his solitude distills this ambivalence. The passport photo might signal freedom, agency, global mobility, the means of access to new opportunities and adventures; it also might be a reminder of our arbitrary imprisonment in a national identity, a reminder of the chance social determinants that immobilize and abrade, or evidence of our stuckness in a body and place we did not choose. If Echeverri dreams of a cosmopolitan life beyond the borders of his homeland, his visage does not betray such hopes. Instead, he projects a neutral blankness: an inexpressive enigma that teases psychological depth. Frustratingly, however, these self-portraits do not illuminate the secrets of any psyche. Between the emphasis on subjective surfaces (hair, skin, accessories) and the refusal to welcome us in via the eyes (those “windows of the soul”) or any other expressive entry point, Echeverri seduces us only to betray us; he gives us nothing because there is nothing except solitude. miss photojapón is Echeverri’s aesthetic experiment in antisociality born in a queer solitude self-imposed, socially determined, and existential.16 Although we might be wowed by the artist’s impressive achievements in self-styling, the multidimensional aloneness that pervades each portrait, not to mention the almost monastic discipline it took to produce the series, is, in the end, most compelling. Echeverri’s daily practice of self-exclusion creates a space not only for new aesthetic forms (various self-representations) but also for new forms of connection. The aesthetic, and ascetic, practice of self-isolation, experimentation, and documentation in miss fotojapón arguably affords the artist an opportunity to speculate about new relational modes in his other projects, specifically, his 2016series, futuroSEXtraños (fig. 2)

    Fig 2. Juan Pablo Echeverri, futuroSEXtraños, 2016, 60 inkjet prints, wood frames, each 41.9 × 41.9 cm. © Juan Pablo Echeverri. Courtesy of the Juan Pablo Echeverri Estate. https://www.juanpabloecheverri.com/

    “For me,” Bersani states, “solitude has always been a precondition for rethinking relationality” (“Rigorously” 282). Unlike an epistemophilic antisociality, the solitary “ardent masturbation” that results in de-problematized “truth,” aesthetic experiments in antisociality can jar us into conceiving of new forms of connectedness. Best exemplified, chez Bersani, in the work of Genet and Beckett, such experiments “might begin not actually to define new relations, but it opens up a space for them—as if we were being compelled to think with parts of the brain that, you might say, haven’t been thought with previously” (281). In a less neurological register, John Paul Ricco also details the benefits of antisocial, aesthetic experiments in queer solitude: an “ecstatic pleasure” emerging at “the juncture of the profanity and perversity of ‘being alone’ … and the non-redemptive negativity of ‘being left out’” (“Queer Solitude” 144). These benefits include being “returned to your desires in all their radicality … unencumbered by the goal of self-actualization and the need to feel included” as well as “the restoration of curiosity, questioning, and thinking—yet in non-paranoid and non-reparative ways, because, again, one is not obsessed with feeling included” (145). Embracing solitude and affirming exclusion allows us to experience an impersonal mode of being that has no stake in self-identity. Only by breaking with all familiar connections might we conceive of new ones; only by affirming the “essential solipsism of sex” (145), as Ricco puts it, can we create intimacies worthy of the designation “ethical.”

    In futuroSEXtraños, Echeverri highlights sex as a site of strangeness and estrangement: the future becomes stranger via sex; lovers become strangers on account of sex; the self becomes a future stranger through sex. If Bersani seeks methods to caress thought into knowledge, to gently coax speculations into open-ended problematics that reveal their inherent strangeness over time, Echeverri implies in this series that sex makes us future strangers to ourselves and others, that sex, moreover, reveals strangers that have been, perhaps, always already there. futuroSEXtraños comprises sixty inkjet prints, each featuring a silhouetted bust of a recognizable Western cultural type: a football player, a prom queen, a metal head, a beatnik. The model for each of these figures is the artist himself, a fact which prompts some initial questions: are the figures depicted in the grid the “future strangers” that emerge within the self because of sex? Does sex prompt a recategorization of the self, an opportunity to reveal the self as a series of strangers? Given the artist’s cosmically narcissistic desire to create “a universe in which I am the common denominator,” are these figures the “unknown knowns” of the artist’s psyche, a representation of a self that is inherently different to itself? If so, how do these diverse strangers relate to one another within a subjective unity? According to Echeverri, the series was inspired by “the template images that social media use, where a silhouette appears in a square or circle, suggesting users to share their own image to ‘identify’ themselves” (“Artist’s Statement”). Exhibited in a grid-like formation, the silhouettes mimic the user interface of, for example, Grindr: the app for men-seeking-men (m4m) that set the design template for geosocial dating and hookup apps. In his artist statement for the series, Echeverri notes that the work concerns the blind trust we put in others during the virtual cruise and, more generally, the cutthroat relational norms of mediated intimacies: “how we can go from being ‘in a Relationship’ with someone to be unable to access their lives after being blocked and deleted by them, finding only these silhouettes that mean we’re not allowed in these people’s lives anymore” (“Artist’s Statement”). In this sense, hookup apps themselves are gathering spaces for future strangers. Such apps provoke intense sexual desires, fantasies, and emotional connections that, for the most part, vanish into thin air. Users narcissistically project fantasies of the ideal partner/lover onto desired others who, unable to compete with such fantasies, inevitably disappoint. Once the fantasy dissipates (due to the general fleetingness of social media connection, the consummation of desire, or even, more simply, forgetfulness or boredom) the two again become strangers. The illusion of intersubjective fusion is shattered by the disconnected connectedness inherent to these media and, ultimately, by the essential solipsism of sexual desire itself.

    And yet, amid their estrangement these diverse subjective forms connect; they mis-fit together in a grid that formally emphasizes their sameness. However different their look (hair, pose, accessories), the grid gathers them into an aesthetic collection that creates likenesses and correspondences between seemingly incompatible types. Although the distinctness of the individual silhouettes is noteworthy, the grid flattens these figures into an arrangement emphasizing similitude. In this collection, sameness is the structuring framework through which difference manifests. Diverse cultural types are made generically uniform by the silhouette, but they refuse to be identical: they are alike in form and singular in content. Not unlike Warhol’s famous soup cans, these avatars are essentially the same but superficially unique. And yet, even this “uniqueness” is superfluous: the superficial spectacle of commodified individuality reduces, finally, to blankness. Formal similitude dissolves individuality and cultural stereotype effaces psychological interiority. These unique yet generic types are invariably hollowed out; they are flattened and essentially interchangeable with another. Put another way, Echeverri’s grid of blank, clichéd cultural types visualizes a community founded in fungibility. As I have argued elsewhere, fungibility is a relational model that defies intersubjective, psychological, sexual, and neoliberal relational norms.17 An ethics of fungibility deemphasizes psychic interiority: diverse subjective types correspond at the level of likeness because they renounce self-ownership. These types mingle impersonally, interchangeably, seeking not to solve the enigma of the other nor to incorporate a threatening otherness into the self. Rather, they seek in the other the unknown knowns of the self—or, using Echeverri’s words, they seek the opportunity to become a future stranger to oneself.

    By committing to an antisocial, arguably masturbatory practice of photographic self-reproduction, Echeverri visualizes a recategorized self born in queer solitude—a self that reveals strange, inherent features as it loops between temporalities. This self loses and transforms itself in serialization: it unbecomes, regroups, and inaccurately replicates in a movement of unfinished virtuality. In the process of self-recategorization, all sense of propriety is lost; indeed, self-recategorization is anathema to ownership because it de-subjectifies and de-privatizes the subject in generic serialization. “If we were ever to create a community in which property relations are not the defining factor,” Bersani speculates, “we have to first reconceive erotics” (Homos 128). Echeverri’s ascetic practice of self-recategorization in miss photojapón is the precondition for his positing of a radically impersonal mode of erotic relationality in futuroSEXtraños—his attempt to envision an erotics and a community contemptuous of property relations. In the essential solipsism of sex, in its ontologically disconnected connectedness, Echeverri locates an anti-intersubjective ethics of fungibility. In his community of diverse types—each singular and clichéd, precious and insignificant—blank forms correspond in a dance of fungible equivalence. Difference here is nothing to fear; it is folded into the likeness of form (the rectangle, the silhouette) and the geometry of assemblage (the grid). The grid determines the mode of interaction between its rectangular constituents: a oneness (at the most literal level, the one body of the artist himself) is disseminated into bounded frames that hold their content (subjective forms) at a remove. “The triangle,” Michael Snediker writes, “is a shape of melodrama to the extent that we are trained to think of its geometry in terms of competing vertices and angles; the rectangle’s corners, by contrast, ask us to think not of rivalry but of parallel surfaces and lines. … A triangle graphically corresponds to imagined hostilities whereas a rectangle waits to be filled” (174). Echeverri’s contiguous rectangles neither compete with, nor complement, each other: they are filled with fungible content, they connect at the point of separation (the line, the frame), they replicate inaccurately, differently. Separation here diagrams connection; formal correspondence traces the design of extensivity. In this community, for which “unity” is purely formal, the self finds its own blankness in nonidentical others—a blankness that is counterintuitively the fullness of its being. In the impersonal mingling of hollowed-out types, in the solipsism of sex, the self is recategorized as a future stranger. There is nothing to take away from this encounter and no knowledge to capture in this self-caress. It is merely, miraculously, a virtual present in the serial relay of ontological unbecoming and regrouping; it is merely, miraculously, the virtual present in a psychic temporality that loops haphazardly until movement, at last, stills.

    Tom Roach is Professor of Literary and Cultural Studies and Coordinator of Women, Gender, and Sexuality Studies in the Department of History, Literature, and the Arts at Bryant University. He is the author of Friendship as a Way of Life: Foucault, AIDS, and the Politics of Shared Estrangement (SUNY Press, 2012) and Screen Love: Queer Intimacies in the Grindr Era (SUNY Press, 2021). Recent publications include an essay in differences on Leo Bersani’s concept of fascination and a chapter in Political Philosophies of Aging, Dying, and Death (Taylor and Francis, 2021) on the political function of death in the work of Michel Foucault.

    Footnotes

    I am grateful to Grace Lavery for piquing my interest in Bersani’s (Jamesian) concept of “re-perusal” in her conference presentation, “Prolapse,” at “The Afterlives of the Antisocial” symposium at UC, Irvine, on September 30, 2022. Thanks also to Mikko Tuhkanen for using his encyclopedic knowledge of Bersani oeuvre to help me locate Bersani’s varied articulations of reperusal and recategorization. Finally, I am enormously grateful to Diego Echeverri, Claudia Muñoz de Echeverri, and Marcela Echeverri for permitting me to reprint Juan Pablo Echeverri’s art and for locating Echeverri’s artist’s statement on futuroSEXtraños. I am likewise grateful to Claudia Liliana Salamanca Sanchez, Lucía Parias Rojas, and Paola Rico for putting me in touch with the artist’s estate. I dedicate this essay to the life and work of Leo Bersani (1931-2022) and Juan Pablo Echeverri (1978-2022), both of whom have inspired me in countless ways, many of which I have yet to grasp.

    1. I am using the word “antisocial” here to designate a form of self-imposed isolation that disconnects the subject from a world conceived of as hostile to thought and the self. In “Against Prefaces,” the sardonic anti-preface to Thoughts and Things, Bersani designates this type of antisociality a “conquering autonomy toward which the Cartesian subject aspires” (xi). An epistemological antisociality should be distinguished from artistic experiments in antisociality in Genet, Beckett, and Todd Haynes’s Safe, to use the examples Bersani references in “Rigorously Speculating,” an interview with Mikko Tuhkanen (Bersani, “Rigorously” 280). An aesthetic encounter with antisociality “might begin not actually to define new relations, but it opens up a space for them—as if we were being compelled to think with parts of the brain that, you might say, haven’t been thought with previously” (281). Bersani is interested in artistic renderings of antisociality, as opposed to epistemological ones, because the former might jar us into thinking about new forms of connectedness—forms that bear no resemblance to familiar relational models. Regarding the “antisocial thesis,” the “afterlife” of which we are presumedly elaborating here, Bersani makes clear that he is not necessarily interested in, to borrow a phrase from Slavoj Žižek, tarrying with the negative: “Already in Homos I was trying to think of connectedness, that is trying to adapt the idea of ‘correspondences of form’ to psychic correspondences; I was thinking of homosexuality as a kind of psychic correspondence of sameness.” He adds that his application of the idea of correspondences of form to homosexuality is “somewhat unfortunate” because it is “too literal and too arbitrary” (280). This might be one reason Bersani reemphasizes the correspondence of forms in aesthetic encounters in much of his post-Homos writing (in Forms of Being, for example). Finally, Bersani is more nuanced in his rendering of the Cartesian will-to-knowledge than I am painting him to be here. In “Re-perusal, Registered,” for example, he writes: “The Cartesian prioritizing of knowledge is not a simple will to know; the very pursuit of knowledge is stalled, or at least complicated, by the mind revealing itself as a secret object to itself” (275).

    2. In “Rigorously Speculating,” Bersani tells Mikko Tuhkanen that the essay concerns “the epistemological hegemony in our culture … [and] the priority given to epistemology in modern philosophy.” He continues: “And I think that’s what Foucault is arguing against when he talks about ‘the Cartesian moment’: it’s a moment when ‘knowledge’ replaces ‘being,’ to put it very schematically. In intimate relations, this knowledge is connected to everything that’s important in both Proust and Freud” (284). Later in the interview, when discussing the idea of aesthetic virtuality, he remarks: “I mean, the negative words in all of this are ‘knowledge’ and ‘truth’ obviously …” (286).

    3. Here I am glossing Mikko Tuhkanen’s analysis of the virtual unconscious in Bersani’s work, which I discuss in detail later in the essay. Moreover, the term “known unthought” is a riff on Christopher Bollas’s “unthought knowns,” also encountered in Tuhkanen’s work and also discussed in detail later in the essay. See Tuhkanen, Speculative 193-200.

    4. In “I Can Dream, Can’t I?” Bersani provides an example of Freud’s knack for undoing his own claims. Bersani finds evidence of the virtual unconscious in Freud’s repeated failures to pictorialize the relationship between past and present in the psyche. To illustrate that the psychic past is never erased, Freud makes an analogy to Rome, noting how it too contains its past in (alongside) its present. This analogy hits a brick wall (for reasons that are not necessary to detail here), so Freud seeks another pictorial analogy in human aging and development. This one too fails to capture the relationship between the psychic past and present, prompting Freud to concede that he cannot illustrate his claim through pictorial representation. Bersani writes:

    Realizing that the comparison with Rome is leading him astray, Freud renounces it (but, typically, doesn’t erase it), concluding that psychic time can’t be represented in pictorial terms. But, as we have seen, the analogy does in fact work, just not in the way Freud intended. Interestingly, though it is ostensibly abandoned, the analogy seems to have a force of its own, redirecting the argument rather than merely illustrating it. It moves the argument forward by inaccurately replicating it.

    (73)

    I discuss the movement of inaccurate replication in thought in the context of recategorization below.

    5. Bersani summarizes this point succinctly in “Rigorously Speculating”: “Fundamentally, in Proust and Freud, desire is narcissistic” (284).

    6. I am indebted to Mikko Tuhkanen for helping me understand the centrality of recategorization to Bersani’s work. See his elaborations of recategorization in Leo Bersani: A Speculative Introduction, especially, “Introduction” and “The Virtual Unconscious.”

    7. I unpack this quotation in Friendship as a Way of Life:

    The problem for philosophy in modernity, according to Deleuze and Guattari, is that the classical claimant/rival conception of friendship can no longer be the conceptual persona of thought, for two reasons: First, powerful rivals have emerged in the forces of advertising and marketing—the new “idea men” of our time—transforming friendship’s relation to thought and putting philosophy to work in the service of capital; second, after the “inexpressible catastrophe” of modernity (in historical terms, the atrocities committed under totalitarianism, the Holocaust, Stalinism; in philosophical terms, the Heideggerian mistake of confusing the Nazis for the Greeks), the friend as conceptual persona of philosophy has changed irrevocably. Homosocialized, commodified, and rendered fascistic, classical conceptions of friendship have become disgraceful and untrustworthy.

    (60-1)

    8. See Roach, Friendship (87). For examples of Foucault’s “recategorizing” practice in interviews, see “Sexual Choice, Sexual Act” and “Sex Power, and the Politics of Identity” in The Essential Works of Michel Foucault, Volume One: Ethics: Subjectivity and Truth (141-156; 163-174).

    9. Mikko Tuhkanen names Bersani’s critical method a “method of swerving” and proposes that this method, not the investigations into sexuality, makes Bersani a queer theorist: “As opposed to criticism aiming at the ‘annihilating elucidation’ of the object, what we have here is the kind of tortuous movement that the term’s etymology—from the Latin torquere—suggests: a digressive, transversal dance of desire that is not impelled by the need to assimilate an established choreography but moves for the mere pleasure of soliciting company, of crossing a line” (Queer 16). This critical method, per Tuhkanen, also implies an anti-intersubjective, queer ethics. Swerving is “a name he [Bersani] gives to the possibility of a nonsadistic, nonannihilative relation to otherness, the possibility that our fascinations remain with the purely enigmatic, that they not turn into paranoid investigations of the other’s secret jouissance” (14).

    10. Mikko Tuhkanen also uses the detective genre to narrativize the constitution of the Laplanchean psychoanalytic subject. The enigmatic call of the Other entices this subject, who feels compelled to decipher the mysterious messages. The subject believes the Other contains secrets that are crucial to the subject’s self-understanding, even, paranoically, that the Other has “stolen” something from the subject (castrated the subject) that must be repossessed. Tuhkanen writes: “The castrated being’s relation to the world is that of a detective trying to solve the crime of which he is the victim. It is my awakening to the theft—the sense that something (I do not exactly know what) has been taken from me—that renders me a subject and everyone else a potential criminal. My startled coming-to-consciousness of my privation constitutes my subjectivation” (Speculative 215). In this rendering, the subject’s relationship to the Other is “marked by aggrievance, aggression, and suspicion” (215); its relationship to the world is “epistemophilic” because knowing, understanding—and hence destroying—the world’s mysteries is this subject’s primary motivation, its raison d’être (216).

    11. Continuing with the detective genre analogy, Tuhkanen argues that the future perfect “orients the story’s disjointed materials into a narrative whose denouement, as in a good murder mystery, reveals the function of the seemingly random clues—including the red herrings—that have puzzled the reader” (Queer 11).

    12. Tuhkanen notes that Bersani claims that drives, thoughts, and attention spans have a “natural tendency to swerve” (Queer 14). Bersani’s critical method of swerving—a method that seeks not to solve a text’s riddle or discover its “true” meaning—requires a digressive attention span that wanders promiscuously over a text’s surface and cares little for any significance that might lie “behind” or “beneath” it. For Tuhkanen, this critical method opens onto an ethical practice: a “swerving” connection to Otherness Bersani designates “sociability.” According to Tuhkanen,

    The swerving movement of nonannihilative desire reformulates the subject’s relation to otherness in terms of what Bersani frequently calls “sociability,” a mode of connectedness among whose practitioners he counts Mallarmé, James, Almodóvar, Socrates, Foucault, Beckett, and cruisy gay men. When Bersani writes that sociability is ‘a form of relationality uncontamined by desire’ (IRG 45), the term ‘desire’ indexes the annihilative, totalizing movement of Hegelian becoming and its attempted reformulation by Laplanche as the enigmatic signifier. Sociability is nondesiring insofar as it is not a response, or a corrective, to a perceived lack as (a) being’s essence.

    (16)

    13. Specifically, this is a reference to Freud’s “recategorization” of his pictorial representations of the relationship between past and present. See note five for details.

    14. I am grateful to John Paul Ricco for this insight. His conference presentation, “Incongruity,” at “The Afterlives of the Antisocial” symposium at UC, Irvine, alerted me to the importance of incongruity to Bersani’s conception of thought and being. See Ricco’s essay, “Incongruity,” in the special issue of differences, “Syntax of Thought: Reading Leo Bersani.

    15. See, for example, Ojo de Loca (2006), diva’s Life (2006-07), and boYOs (2009), all available at the artist’s website, juanpabloecheverri.com.

    16. I borrow the term “queer solitude” from John Paul Ricco, whose essay, “Queer Solitude: Dean Sameshima’s being alone,” I discuss in the following paragraph.

    17. My 2021 book, Screen Love: Queer Intimacies in the Grindr Era, attempts to tease out the ethical potential of fungibility. futuroSEXtraños is the cover image for that book.

    Works Cited

    • Bersani, Leo. “Cruising and Sociability.” Is the Rectum a Grave? And Other Essays, U of Chicago P, 2010, pp. 45-62.
    • –––. Homos. Harvard UP, 1995.
    • –––. Marcel Proust: The Fictions of Life and Art. 2nd ed., Oxford UP, 2013.
    • –––. “Merde Alors.” Receptive Bodies, U of Chicago P, 2018, pp. 1-19.
    • –––. Receptive Bodies. U of Chicago P, 2018.
    • –––. “Re-Perusal, Registered.” The Henry James Review, vol. 32, no. 3, 2011, pp. 274-80.
    • –––. “Rigorously Speculating: An Interview with Leo Bersani.” Leo Bersani: Queer Theory and Beyond, edited by Mikko Tuhkanen, SUNY P, 2014, pp. 279-96.
    • –––. Thoughts and Things. U of Chicago P, 2015.
    • Bersani, Leo, and Ulysse Dutoit. Forms of Being: Cinema, Aesthetics, Subjectivity. Bloomsbury, 2004.
    • Deleuze, Gilles, and Félix Guattari. What is Philosophy? Translated by Hugh Tomlinson and Graham Burchell III, Columbia UP, 1994.
    • Echeverri, Juan Pablo. “All of My Work Has Been Self-Portraits for the Last 22 Years.” Juan Pablo Echeverri, https://www.juanpabloecheverri.com/artiststatement.
    • –––. “Artist’s Statement for futuroSEXtraños.” EVA International, 14 April 2018–8 July 2018, Limerick City Gallery of Art, Limerick, Ireland.
    • Foucault, Michel. Ethics: Subjectivity and Truth. The Essential Works of Michel Foucault, 1954-1984, Vol. 1, edited by Paul Rabinow, translated by Robert Hurley, et al., The New Press, 1997.
    • Lavery, Grace. “Prolapse.” The Afterlives of the Antisocial Conference, 30 September 2022, University of California, Irvine, CA.
    • Ricco, John Paul. “Incongruity.” The Afterlives of the Antisocial Conference, 30 September 2022, University of California, Irvine, CA.
    • Ricco, John Paul. “Incongruity.” differences: A Journal of Feminist Cultural Studies, vol. 34, no. 1, pp. 156–64.
    • –––. “Queer Solitude: Dean Sameshima’s being alone.” A/R art-recherche, no. 4, 2021, pp. 144-45.
    • Roach, Tom. Friendship As a Way of Life: Foucault, AIDS, and the Politics of Shared Estrangement. SUNY P, 2012.
    • –––. Screen Love: Queer Intimacies in the Grindr Era. SUNY P, 2021.
    • Snediker, Michael. “Is the Rectangle a Grave?” Leo Bersani: Queer Theory and Beyond, edited by Mikko Tuhkanen, SUNY P, 2014, pp. 169-90.
    • Tuhkanen, Mikko. Leo Bersani: A Speculative Introduction. Bloomsbury, 2020.
    • –––, editor. Leo Bersani: Queer Theory and Beyond. SUNY P, 2014.
  • Leaving; or, Wide Awake and Staring into Nothing (with Pet Shop Boys)

    Mikko Tuhkanen (bio)

    Abstract

    This essay identifies two modes of “escape” in the “gay fugues” of Pet Shop Boys, differentiated by their (non)fascist potential. To trace this potential, the essay engages the work of Lee Edelman, Leo Bersani, and Ernesto Laclau, while extracting further lessons from Stefan Zweig, Village People, Russian history, Fourierism, AIDS eulogies, West Side Story, and the mathematics of zero.

    For Austin James Crews, an escape artist

    … I bolted through a closing door …

    – Pet Shop Boys, “Being boring”

    In its eight verses and a chorus, “Wiedersehen” captures the mood of the celebrated Austrian author Stefan Zweig’s departure from Salzburg, his hometown of fifteen years. Zweig left soon after the Nazis had consolidated their power in the neighboring Germany with Adolf Hitler’s appointment as the country’s Chancellor in January 1933. In the song, he bids “farewell to the mountains,” “the trees,” and “the ski slopes” of his longtime home; the devastated man has packed his books and sold his paintings. Having finished the necessary tasks, he says goodbye to the friendly, tearful women in the village, while facing the gardener who, perhaps emboldened by the surging antisemitism, looks at him “with suspicion in his eyes.” The departure is now imminent: “The train is on the platform / the knife is in your back.”

    The song by Pet Shop Boys reflects the stupefied surprise at the ascent of fascism that Zweig recounts in The World of Yesterday (1942). The memoir registers a generation’s disbelief that Enlightenment Europe, full of hope for an ever-brighter future—”There was progress everywhere” (Zweig, World 216)—could degenerate into the murderous totalitarianism of the Nazi regime. In breathtaking peripety, modernity, as Neil Tennant sings, “bore the angry children / who only saw extremes.”

    Zweig recalls his own mood as he turned fifty in 1931, some two years before German and Austrian intellectuals finally began to regard Hitler as something more than a tasteless joke:

    Over the years [the home at Salzburg] had become a beautiful place, just what I had wanted. But all the same, was I always going to live here, sitting at the same desk and writing books, one book and then another, earning royalties and yet more royalties, gradually becoming a dignified gentleman who has to think of his name and his work with decorous propriety, leaving behind everything that comes by chance, all tensions and dangers? Was I always to go on like this until I was sixty and then seventy, following a straight, smooth track? Wouldn’t it be better for me—so I went on daydreaming—if something else happened, something new, something that would make me feel more restless, younger, bringing new tension by challenging me to a new and perhaps more dangerous battle?

    (World 380-81)

    Zweig’s grumblings about his staid life—Do I want to live in this boring world?—sound like all ill-advised wishes in fairytales. Incipit Hitler, and the author gets what he wants: in three years he will be forced to leave Salzburg, “the knife in his back.” He becomes “a stateless expatriate,” “a condition,” as he writes, “hard to explain to anyone who has not known it himself. It is a nerve-racking sense of teetering on the brink, wide awake and staring into nothing, knowing that wherever you find a foothold you can be thrust back into the void at any moment” (417). His will be a life lived “in a temporary rather than a permanent mode” (418). In escaping Salzburg, he begins his search for a world that would match up with his European yesterday.

    The story is melancholic not only in its tone but also because we know that the escape—like Walter Benjamin’s doomed flight from Germany in September 1940—will end in the escapees’ suicide: Zweig and his wife, Lotte, despairing of the world, will die of an intentional barbiturate overdose in Petrópolis, Brazil in February 1942. Seeking that which was presumably lost with the fascists’ rise, Zweig ultimately finds disillusionment in Brazil, his purported “land of the future.” This makes him an exemplary subject for a Pet Shop Boys song. Retrospectively told, his trajectory—his zeal for the New World, followed by disappointment—resonates with the by-now familiar Stimmung of the band: pop passion supplemented by a recognition of the impossible odds ahead, “great enthusiasm intertwined with a great sense of loss,” as Andrew Sullivan puts it in an interview with Tennant. Zweig’s story of flight is one of many in the PSB catalogue. “There is a huge thing about escaping in our songs,” says Tennant (“West End”); many of them are about fugitivity.1 Yet such flight dreams entail the unforeseeability of their trajectories. We learned a lesson from the twentieth century: dreamworlds often metamorphose into catastrophes (Buck-Morss).

    While Stan Hawkins writes that the band’s music “provides a gateway from the here-and-now into the utopian domain of that-which-might-be” (43), what I propose we call their “escape anthems”—which are often “gay fugues”—indicate the need for further disambiguation. Such disambiguation concerns our thinking about the “zero” that, as the first song on the band’s first album suggests, grounds dreams of leaving. In “Two divided by zero,” the narrator tells his friend or lover that they should “not go home” but “catch the late train,” leaving in the night for a place that, later in the song, is specified as New York City. “Let’s run away,” he urges the silent interlocutor:

    Tomorrow morning
    we'll be miles away
    on another continent
    and another day

    Such seemingly utopian sentiments are occasionally shared by Leo Bersani, who admonishes us to tap into our potential for “simply disappear[ing]” from the self sedimented in toxic encounters, for “simply leav[ing] the family tragedy” in which the queer kids, from Astyanax onward, find their futures written (Bersani, Thoughts 35, 13). When, in 2015, he urges us to abandon the scene of our subjection, he is channeling his impatience, in Homos (1995), the presumed locus classicus of queer antisocial thought, with the program of dialectical negotiations that by then—after Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity (1990)—had come to seem the only available practice of freedom in the landscape where we are always already “subjects” in Michel Foucault’s and Louis Althusser’s double sense (Foucault 1:60; Althusser 182). Bersani is a thinker of departures: let’s not resignify, he says—let’s run away. Yet he would also understand the darkness that, in “Two divided by zero,” accompanies the “rush of excitement” at the thought of escape: “At the same time,” Tennant says, “you know that there’s no way the people in the song are really going to end up in New York” (“Two”). If endings do come, we end up somewhere but not in the imagined telos of our dreams. Subsequent songs in the catalogue suggest that the heady flight may shift into the scene, observed in “King’s Cross,” of the uprooted “linger[ing] by the fly poster for a fight / It’s the same story every night.” Such a dark tenor always supplements the band’s alleged “queer utopianism” (Hawkins 42).

    If Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe open their oeuvre by thinking the zero, in his recent work Lee Edelman considers the queerness of this number. Often assigned to queer theory’s “antisocial” wing, he helps us disentangle the varieties of nothingness we encounter in Pet Shop Boys and, by extension, the thought of the antisocial that we have come to associate with Bersani’s oeuvre. The shared ground of Edelman’s queer theorizing with Ernesto Laclau’s account of “radical democracy” will, in turn, allow us to identify the temporal modes in which various escapes operate. As Laclau puts it, the time of our flight must remain “out of joint” if our imaginative projects are not to harden into totalitarianisms. Here Tennant’s abiding interest in Russian history, rife with tragic forms of the disappointment that infuses the band’s mood, becomes instructive.2 “We loved the future,” many post-Soviet Russians recall (Alexievich 185); “now they say we were never even saved,” they might continue, melancholically contemplating the nonarrival of their imagined lives (Pet Shop Boys, “My October symphony”). Pet Shop Boys turn to Russian themes—but also evoke Thatcherism, Fourierism, West Side Story, 9/11, the Black hopes that propelled the Great Migration, the gay utopianism of Village People, and the persistence of the fascist lure—to affirm the enthusiasm of dreamworlds and, at the same time, to acknowledge their catastrophic potential. How is an escape not to congeal into the totalitarian murderousness we witness in such songs as “Fugitive” or whose uncanny echoes some commentators have seen in the images of male collectivities in “Go West”? If not the totalitarian imagination’s “past-to-come” (Hage), what is the nothing that keeps us awake?

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    “Go West” (1993), the most prominent of the band’s escape anthems, is a cover of a 1970s disco classic by Village People, itself inspired by Jean-François Paillard’s 1968 reimagining of Johann Pachelbel’s seventeenth-century composition (Khawaja; Smith 331). In many ways, the mood coincides with that of “Wiedersehen”: the song, as Tennant says, is “about finding a promised land” (“Go West”).3 In the original, this was the Bay Area in California: San Francisco with its flower children and the emergent gay neighborhood of Castro. With the phrase that gives the song its title, Village People demonstrated the persistence of an old yearning for queerer futures: a collective existence organized around innovative sexual and affective norms.

    The phrase “go west” is frequently attributed to the nineteenth-century US journalist and publisher Horace Greeley (1811-72). He was, if not the coiner, then at least the popularizer of the slogan “Go west, young man,” with which he, and those that followed, urged the fulfillment of the young nation’s “manifest destiny.” In imagining the utopian potential in the flight to the American West, Greeley borrowed from the ideas of Charles Fourier (1772-1837), the French thinker of communitarianism who advocated the establishment of “phalanxes” or “phalansteries” (phalanges), independently operated communities of sexual freedom. Having been introduced to Fourier’s ideas by Albert Brisbane, Fourierism’s primary Australian advocate, Greeley became a founding member of the North American Phalanx (1843-56), the Fourierist community that in turn functioned as a model for other such experimentations in sodality as Brook Farm, fictionalized by Nathaniel Hawthorne in The Blithedale Romance (1852).

    Although much of their sexual content was purged as they were introduced to American audiences in translation, Fourier’s books had a considerable influence on those who sought to reimagine their sexual and affective lives. Michael Moon suggests that Walt Whitman was among them: experimentations in homosocial sodality, his poems drew from Fourierist utopianism, gleaned from Greeley. In their different cultural contexts, Whitman and Fourier were “two of the most influential sexual-utopian writers and theorists of the nineteenth century” (Moon 314). “Fourier’s exorbitant and outrageous theories of sexuality,” Moon writes, “are the closest thing we have to anything like a fully elaborated system of erotic invention and discovery of the kind that Whitman sometimes gestures toward in his poetry but leaves generally more invoked and implicit than avowed and articulated” (313). If Fourier’s ideas were “ex-orbitant,” Whitman may have taken the opportunity to veer toward weirder constellations than that of his home planet. He was followed in this by a number of early-twentieth-century feminists who turned to Fourier for inspiration in their effort to think about the organizational possibilities in women’s-only communities (Goldstein; Poldervaart 59-61).

    This effort to go off the orbit of one’s habitual life rings in “Go West.” The Village People version expresses the post-Stonewall era’s yearning for a flight into what Fourier called, in his posthumously published work, le nouveau monde amoureux: “the new amorous world.” Such is the telos of the escapees in “Two divided by zero,” too: the song depicts a flight from the trap of humdrum, potentially deadly, normativity. With the likes of Bronski Beat’s “Smalltown Boy,” The Smiths’ “London,” George Michael’s “Flawless (Go to the City),” and Tracey Thorn’s “A-Z,” the song belongs to a long tradition: the search for “a gay arcadia,” a utopian space that enables “the union of lovers, the loving and sexual fraternity of men, and the washing away of societal guilt,” examples of which we find in the works of Virgil, Christopher Marlow, Walt Whitman, E. M. Forster, Thomas Mann, and Gore Vidal (Fone 13).

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    What becomes of such dreams of escape? They tend to dissipate, like “Go West,” into stranger afterlives. Against expectation, the Boys’ cover version does not finish with the “cold end” that presents itself at four minutes and twenty-three seconds, the triumphal dénouement of the final “Go West” sung by the male chorus. Instead, the climactic moment is followed by an outro in which the song is extended into instrumentation. This is not exactly unusual. In live jazz performances, we sometimes hear such outros as the singer punches in the song’s climactic line, but rather than ending here, the band continues with the theme of the song. What follows offers the singer an opportunity to thank the audience and the musicians before she exits the stage.

    The outro in “Go West” is of a different character.4 Unlike the more familiar extended fadeouts in popular jazz pieces, the song’s remaining fifty seconds do not repeat the melody but introduce new instrumentation, accompanied by a wordless vocalization that sounds like pained moaning and then, as the song fades, the repeated, speeded-up, distorted line “Do you feel it?” by an apparently female voice.

    This strange supplement—magnified into a five-minute club experimentation in the “Mings Gone West: 1st & 2nd Movement” remix—stretches the song beyond the conclusion toward which it has tended. What we thought will have been our arrival in the promised land appears, in retrospect, to have been a false ending: the moment is immediately transformed into an afterlife in which we hardly recognize our hopes’ major chords. Behind the hill from which we thought we would gaze at the promised land lies a more unfamiliar landscape. While Chris Lowe notes that “Go West” is “a song about an idealistic gay utopia,” he adds:

    I knew that the way Neil would sing it would make it sound hopeless—you’ve got these inspiring lyrics but it sounds like it is never going to be achieved. And that fitted what had happened. When the Village People sung about a gay utopia it seemed for real, but looking back in hindsight it wasn’t the utopia they all thought it would be.

    (“Go West”)

    The outro makes musically explicit the fact that, as Ramzy Alwakeel observes, “Go West” is a “hymn to an unfulfilled dream.” If the song seeks to bring “waiting” to an end, as a manifesto of escape it is, like “Two divided by zero,” melancholic commentary on a failed project.

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    The historical context for the story’s dark turn concerns the AIDS epidemic, which emerged between the original song and its cover by Pet Shop Boys. The 1993 version speaks from the midst of the nadir: the epidemic had been rampant for a decade; the introduction of antiretrovirals and “combination therapies” will have to wait another two years, until the US Food and Drug Administration’s approval of the first protease inhibitors in 1995. Because of the AIDS crisis, the song, as Tennant says, “now had a kind of pathos. It was a memory of the dream of gay liberation” (qtd. in “Secrets”).

    The song is an AIDS elegy in the sense in which Dagmawi Woubshet uses the term. Unlike the classic examples of the genre, early AIDS elegies, such as the poetry of Paul Monette and Melvin Dixon, are marked not only by despondency over the lost but also by a recognition of the poet’s precarity: “AIDS elegies are poems about being left behind, but they are also poems about leaving” (Woubshet 30). More often than not, AIDS elegists contemplate their own impending departures. If Pet Shop Boys give us elegies of gay life in the late twentieth century, their fugues include the elegist among the departees.

    Typical to the band, the combination of futural hopes with their immediate—even strictly simultaneous—dissipation is frequently registered in the kinds of supplements exemplified in the Village People cover. An outro as discrepant as that of “Go West” is introduced into the Beatmasters’ 7-inch mix of “I wouldn’t normally do this kind of thing” (a song included on Very and, after “Go West,” the band’s next single release). As the narrator of the irresistibly upbeat song lists all the unusual ambitions inspired in him by the thought of a new love, he concludes with the declaration, “I feel like taking all my clothes off / dancing to ‘The Rite of Spring.’” The wait is about to be over, yet we also understand that the speaker will not meet his beloved, any more than the Chosen One at the end of Igor Stravinsky’s ballet lives to witness the season for which she becomes the sacrifice. It is this moribund aspect of the final verse’s conclusion that get sonically repeated in the remix’s new ending.

    The same theme—of time’s disordering of one’s hopeful plans—organizes the opening track of the band’s preceding studio album, Behaviour (1990). If the lyrics of “Go West” anticipate an escape to a homosexual promised land, those of “Being boring” recall one’s arrival in such a world: the narrator flees the suburban existence of his teenage years into the heady subcultural demimonde of 1970s London. He remembers how, “bolt[ing] through a closing door,” he had discovered the possibilities of what Fourier would call “association”: he embodies “the general desire of many persons to leave behind them the claustral work and family relations … in order to associate more freely with each other and to form bonds and alliances with likeminded and likehearted persons based on shared passions” (Moon 314).

    The sound of the harp that is heard before the first and third verses—and that thus bookends the first two verses and the twice-repeated chorus—recalls the convention with which classic Hollywood cinema indicates the insertion of a flashback sequence into a film’s narrative. The gesture is appropriate: the first two verses consist of the narrator’s recollection of his childhood friendships and early adulthood flight to London. The second harp trill brings the recollection to an end, and we move to the present day of the 1990s. As much as “Go West” concludes with what sounds like an unexpected epilogue, the third verse, awakening the narrator from his reminiscence, recounts the disappearance of many of his friends and lovers from the stage in which the future unfolds: “All the people I was kissing / some are here and some are missing.” The absence is a surprise, for, as the narrator continues in an apostrophe, “I thought in spite of dreams / you’d be sitting somewhere here with me.” As in “Go West,” the epidemic disrupts the hope for a queerer future, recalling as it does Christopher Dowell’s early death (Tennant, One Hundred 11).

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    While “Go West” was released at the height of the AIDS epidemic, with no end in sight, it entered the charts amidst the turmoil precipitated by the collapse of the Soviet Union two years earlier. The connection echoes musically, too. Lowe has observed that the song “sound[s] surprisingly like the former Soviet anthem” (“Go West”). The two are eminently mashuppable; fans have set footage of Soviet military prancing to the song, images from which the band presently want to disassociate themselves.5 The Soviet imagery of the video—the flag-flying military parades, the Kremlin, the Yuri Gagarin Monument—only enforces the association. Early on in the video (directed by Howard Greenhalgh), the computer-animated Statue of Liberty seems to be transmitting messages to the world with her torch. Soon, the Boys invite us to ascend a flight of stairs at the end of which we again discover Lady Liberty, now in the form of Sylvia Mason-James (fig. 1). Still later, we see the song title’s imperative phrase illustrated with Tennant and Lowe as they, standing in front of Saint Basil’s Cathedral on the Red Square, point skyward (fig. 2). At the time of the song’s release, such gestures evoked bad blood among my friends. Are the Boys telling the ex-Soviets to join capitalism’s unstoppable march, the world that promises to end waiting with the immediate satisfactions of Western consumerism (figured in the video’s colorful beachballs)? Is the United States presented as a global beacon of “diversity” and “tolerance” (with the Statue of Liberty as a Black woman)? Is the song affirming the triumphalism that Francis Fukuyama and others represented in arguing that history had achieved its telos in neoliberal capitalism?

    Fig 1. “Go West.” Directed by Howard Greenhalgh, YouTube, uploaded by Pet Shop Boys, 22 April 2009.

    Fig 2. “Go West.” Directed by Howard Greenhalgh, YouTube, uploaded by Pet Shop Boys, 22 April 2009.

    Here, too, the song’s melancholia complicates its messianism, whether homosexual or neoliberal. If we know that the homosexual communitarianism à la Fourier was sustained but for the briefest of moments, we might guess that the market forces’ promise to end the boredom satirized in Vladimir Sorokin’s late-Soviet novel The Queue (1985) is swiftly deflated. Such is the suggestion in “To step aside,” the penultimate track on Bilingual (1996). If Very had seemingly finished with the call for the Soviets, disappointed at the promise of the October Revolution, to join market capitalism, “To step aside” witnesses their lives some years henceforth: at another square—or why not, again, the Red Square—we meet

    workers still queuing
    patiently there
    for market forces to provide
    what history's so far denied:
    for a different kind of fate
    than to labour long and always wait.

    The October Revolution pledged that a full life and a livable individuality was to be actualized in the proletarian society—hence the question of one of the shipmates in the beginning of Sergei Eisenstein’s Battleship Potemkin (“Why are we waiting?”) and its repetition in “No time for tears,” one of the songs on the band’s soundtrack for the film’s 2005 live performance at Trafalgar Square. The same promise—an end to waiting—was proffered with the move to market economy at the Soviet Union’s dissolution, a promise inscribed in the imagery of “Go West.” Yet “To step aside” is an addendum, if we need one, that thwarts what to some of my friends looked like the video’s capitalist triumphalism. After the dissolution of the Soviet Union, waiting does not cease but changes form: the ex-Soviets join the Western citizenry not in their enjoyment of the consumer goods that tempt Sorokin’s Soviets but in their scrounging for work in conditions of shared precarity.6 All are subjects of, and to, optimism’s cruelty (Berlant).

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    The opening scene of Maria Schrader’s film Vor der Morgenröte (2016)—a depiction of Stefan and Lotte Zweig’s exilic years in South America—evokes Brazil’s appeal for the Austrian author. Preceded, under the opening credits, by the sound of birds’ singing, the first shot is of a sea of exotic flowers; a hand in a dainty white glove enters the screen, readjusting the arrangement. The birdsong is joined by chords of samba. The camera cuts to a full shot of a large dining hall; the colorful flowers are the centerpiece on a lengthy table around which numerous servers hover, suggesting the commencement of a state event. The doors are opened by uniformed attendants, and the man who we will learn is Zweig enters with Brazilian dignitaries, his hosts. Speaking in French, he flatters them with an anecdote with which they surely would have been familiar: “Do you know what Vespucci said as he arrived in the Bay of Rio in 1502?” he asks. “‘If paradise exists on Earth, it cannot be far from here.’” Polite laughter is prompted by the well-worn legend of Amerigo Vespucci, the Italian explorer who “discovered” the New World (as he called it), the world to whom he ultimately bequeathed his name.

    Vor der Morgenröte is an analysis of a journey west. Zweig tells us that, as he began his South American sojourn, he was hoping “to build the sense of community [die Gemeinsamkeit] [he] had always dreamt of, but on a larger scale and to a bolder concept” (World 426 / Welt 452). Since nineteenth-century German sociology, such togetherness has often been considered an attribute of Gemeinschaften, the “organic” communities presumed to have existed before industrial modernity turned them into Gesellschaften. In a Gemeinschaft, one is at home, known, fully adapted to the soil; in a Gesellschaft, one becomes a stranger, an anonymous cog in a system, alienated from oneself and others. For a moment, Zweig was convinced that in Brazil he had discovered the communitarian intimacy of what Hegel, too, calls Gemeinsamkeit.7 He recalls re-finding the world of European yesterday there:

    People lived together more peacefully and with more courtesy here [in Brazil], and relations between different ethnic groups were not as hostile as we are used to in Europe. Man was not separated by man on the grounds of absurd theories of blood, race and origins. … My eyes, delighted by the vast variety of the beauties of this new nature, had a glimpse of the future.

    (World 426)

    He similarly writes in Brazil: Land of the Future (1941) of his excitement over the fact that “no colour-bar, no segregation, no arrogant classification” seemed to organize the population, a color-blindness that had enabled “the creation of a uniform national consciousness” (8, 9). In Vor der Morgenröte, Lotte shares his enthusiasm as she gushes about her “incredible experience” in Brazil: “The various races live together so naturally that it seems like a miracle to us coming from Europe.” They seem to have found the Gemeinsamkeit that we hear expressed in repeated performative declaration of “Go West[‘s]” male chorus: “Together!”

    The Zweigs refer to the country’s state-supported policies of racial mixing (mestiçagem), which have often been favorably contrasted with the hypodescent-based practices of racial segregation in the US or the perennial antisemitisms in Europe. Brazil’s cultural practices render the country a beacon of hope in the midst of fascism’s spread: “the experiment of Brazil, with its complete and conscious negation of all colour and racial distinctions, represents by its obvious success perhaps the most important contribution toward the liquidation of a mania that has brought more disruption and unhappiness into our world than any other” (Brazil 9). Such racial harmony is indicated in the film’s opening scene as one of the waitresses preparing for the arrival of the dinner guests places a flower behind the ear of another, the darkest of the women. Their colleague comments, in Portuguese: “Very elegant. Nobody would think you’re working here. You look like a madam.” We cannot imagine such a scene taking place in the contemporaneous United States, where the so-called one-drop rule demobilized darker bodies.

    Startled by the unthinkable in fascism’s rise, Zweig sets his sights on “the land of the future,” where he identifies an alternative to the lousiness of Europe. Yet Schrader’s film also complicates the expatriates’ impressions. In a later scene, Stefan and Lotte are visiting a sugar plantation in Bahia in January 1941. One of their guides, an Afro-Brazilian man in work clothes, asks him, his question mediated by a lighter-skinned and more formally dressed translator, “Do you know how many pounds of sugar cane a good worker can harvest a day?” The query goes unobserved by the guest of honor: as others move on, Stefan remains behind, writing intensively in his notebook, oblivious to the question. Neither he nor we hear the answer; the details regarding the labor originally associated with the nation’s institution of slavery are dismissed as unimportant. For Zweig, the “European myth of fertility … suppress[es] the material realities of labor”; like many of his ilk previously, the newcomer to the colony “assume[s] that one need not labor for sustenance in tropical climates” (DeLoughrey 36). A moment later, Lotte discovers that the sweet commodity has teeth: she accidentally cuts their translator with the cane stalk she has been given to taste.

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    Having scored one of their most enduring hits with “Go West,” Pet Shop Boys covered another gay fugue in 1997: “Somewhere” from West Side Story (1957), a song, again, “about promised lands. Like ‘Go West,’ really. The same theme” (Lowe, “Somewhere”). Performed by Tony and Maria, the musical’s star-crossed lovers, the song speaks of the couple’s yearning to transcend the worldly obstacles that stand in the way of their affection (the ethnic conflicts expressed in and perpetuated by gang violence). The centerpiece in a musical originally brought to life by four Jewish, presumably homosexual men,8 “Somewhere” has resonated with gay audiences: while attributed to the heterosexual protagonists, it has become a gay anthem for its yearning for another, freer location, “a new amorous world.”9 As we learn, “There is a Sondheim cult and most of its members are gay” (Clum 213).

    In the opening of their version, Tennant and Lowe sample from the musical’s 1961 screen adaptation the enraged, or anguished, question that Ice (Tucker Smith) asks of his comrades after the violent death of the Jets’ leader, Riff (Russ Tamblyn): “You wanna live in this lousy world?” The distorted line—first speeded up, then slowed down—reminds us of the question (“Do you feel it?”) with which the epilogue of “Go West” fades out. In the longer prologue to the song’s Extended Mix, the question is accompanied by another sample: “When the riots stopped, the drugs started.” This statement comes from Menace II Society, the Hughes Brothers’ 1993 depiction of gang violence in Los Angeles. It is spoken by the film’s protagonist and voiceover narrator—addressing us, as we will discover, posthumously—at the closing of the early sequence in which we see black-and-white news footage of the 1965 riots in the Watts neighborhood in Los Angeles.

    Taking place in the early 1990s, the film is set amidst the aftermath of what is often deemed a failed escape: Los Angeles was one of the urban locales outside the American South into which Black southerners had moved during the “Great Migration” of the first half of the twentieth century. The migrants had sought to flee the racism that federal nonresponsiveness had allowed to fester in the post-Reconstruction South. Yet they often found themselves facing the perhaps more intractable, because more diffuse, Jim-Crowism of the North: the diminished life chances that are the perennial crops of structural racism.

    Posters for the original 1957 musical and the 1961 film adaptation of West Side Story centralize the theme of escape. We see Maria (Carol Lawrence, replaced in the movie posters by Natalie Wood) leading Tony (Larry Kert, subsequently Richard Beymer) by the hand in a joyous escape toward an unseen destination beyond the image’s frame (fig. 3). Despite the films’ stylistic dissonance, the poster would similarly work for Menace II Society. Like Maria, Caine’s (Tyrin Turner) love interest Ronnie (Jada Pinkett) plans for them to leave Los Angeles for a less blighted location. Her task is to save her man by taming his death-driven desires. The motif is borrowed from a long genealogy of sociological and psychological thought: the female is to exert a civilizing influence on the male’s primitive impulses (Wells 175-79). Like Maria grabbing Tony’s hand, or Ronnie asking Caine to move with her to Atlanta, the woman pulls the man out of the destructive cycle of his primordial passions, onto the track of a more sustainable futurity.

    Fig 3. Poster for West Side Story, 1961. Directed by Jerome Robbins and Robert Wise. Starring Richard Beymer and Natalie Wood. © United Archives GmbH / Alamy Stock Photo.

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    Ice’s question—”You wanna live in this lousy world?”—similarly constitutes the subtext of “Fugitive” (2006), another one of Pet Shop Boys’ fugues. The prelude in the song’s “Richard X Extended Mix”—the version whose subtitle should be “The full horror,” repeating that of “Suburbia’s” 12-inch version (1986)—consists of languid notes, reminiscent of the opening orchestration of the “Somewhere” cover. The aural scene, evoking a sunny Tuesday morning, is suddenly interrupted by the sound of two airplanes, one after the other, passing immediately overhead. The setup suggests that the song’s narrator, hastening toward an imminent event that would mark his and his “brother’s” joint ascension to “Heaven,” is one of the 9/11 hijackers, on their way to Lower Manhattan.

    “It’s always forever / in Heaven,” he declares. “We’ll all be together / in Heaven.” The song was originally released as the opening track to the additional disc of the special edition of the album Fundamental (2006), a supplement called Fundamentalism. Concomitantly, the “forever” at stake is the time of the fundamentalist imagination: the telos is a promised land in whose pursuit the narrator is ready to pull the world apart.

    The definition of twentieth-century totalitarianism might go as follows: an orientation toward a lost—more precisely, stolen—essence the promise of whose recovery is embodied in a charismatic leader. That the narrator of “Fugitive” occupies the ranks of such seekers is suggested by the fact that, poised for their ascension, the band of brothers is “clean and prepared / to be led / indivisible.” Clean: the collective is purged of contaminating influences. Indivisible: purified sameness enables this familiar aspect of fascism’s iconography, announced in the adoption of the Roman icon of fasces, a collection of tightly bound rods, by the late-nineteenth-century Italian fascisti. Indeed, the title of the song is “Fugitive,” not “Fugitives”; the brothers’ indivisibility must be spoken in the singular. To be led: there is no fascism without a Führer, who exerts the kind of “fascinating” pull that Hitler has often been said to have wielded over Germans. The leader offers a clarity of vision regarding what has been lost; from him, the narrator also learns how the lost can return—can be redeemed—in the imminent future.

    This is not an exceptional project. Such fundamentalism marks routine descriptions of “modernity.” As Ghassan Hage asks, “Does not modernity by its very nature stage a nostalgic subject who is forever waiting to overcome a sense of loss and alienation?” (207). Conceptualized in this way, modernity begins to resemble a totalitarian project. Hannah Arendt writes in The Origins of Totalitarianism (1951) that the appeal of twentieth-century totalitarianisms (fascism and Stalinism are her major examples) rests on their offer to rescue the alienated moderns from their “loneliness.” As etymology suggests, fascism would bind the atomized crowd into a body of purpose and unity.10

    Mindful of this history of representations, some have shuddered at the images in “Go West.” In the video, we twice see Tennant and Lowe pointing skyward, first under the mural outside the Moscow Space Museum and then, an image given from two angles, in front of Saint Basil Cathedral (figs. 4 and 5). The gesture accrues dark undertones when it is repeated in the image of a collective hailing by anonymous men (fig. 6). Commentators have seen in the digitally replicated, neatly aligned men—their Gemeinsamkeit—unsettling echoes of homosexuality’s presumed desire for sameness (O’Donovan), which such influential thinkers as Theodor Adorno have connected to the totalitarian demand for uniformity. “Totalitarianism and homosexuality belong together,” writes Adorno. Both are narcissistic conditions, intolerant of difference: like the fascist, the homosexual “negates everything which is not of its own kind” (Minima §24 [46]). The video still of the hailing men could be found among the archival illustrations of the proto-fascist Weimar Freikorps, whose “male fantasies” Klaus Theweleit famously analyzes.

    Fig 4. “Go West.” Directed by Howard Greenhalgh, YouTube, uploaded by Pet Shop Boys, 22 April 2009.

    Fig 5. “Go West.” Directed by Howard Greenhalgh, YouTube, uploaded by Pet Shop Boys, 22 April 2009.

    Fig 6. “Go West.” Directed by Howard Greenhalgh, YouTube, uploaded by Pet Shop Boys, 22 April 2009.

    Along the same lines, Uncyclopedia‘s now deleted entry for “fascism” gives us the following etymology lesson: “From the Latin word ‘fasces,’ meaning ‘a bundle of sticks,’ came the word ‘fascism,’ a collectivist ideology. From that same Latin word came the word ‘faggot,’ a word originally meaning ‘a bundle of sticks,’ but now used to refer to a male homosexual. What does that tell you about fascists?”11 The question is rhetorical: we need no etymological lessons to tell us that fascists are fags; as Adorno, too, argues, their desire for sameness evinces the failure of the individualism that, as we are often told, modernity has augured since the Reformation, its collapse into murderous docility.

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    If totalitarianism offers the dream of indivisibility, Tennant and Lowe, as we have noted, begin their oeuvre with a gesture of division: “Two divided by zero.” The songwriters point out the ambiguity of the song’s title. While the fleeing couple, whether lovers or friends, are “divided by nothing”—a rather “romantic” notion, Tennant says—the phrase simultaneously, when taken as a mathematical formula, tells us something different: “Two divided by zero is infinity, isn’t it?” Lowe adds (“Two”). In this formula, the zero that has vexed Western thought since the ancients produces its seeming dialectical opposite, equally irksome for philosophy. “[T]he mathematical infinite was the fruit of the mathematical nothing,” Brian Rotman tells us: “it is only by virtue of zero that infinity comes to be signifiable in mathematics” (71). The nothing is indistinguishable from an infinity no less frightful for ordered thought. Plotinus’s and George Berkeley’s measured disagreements with the infinite may be but sublimations of a more profound terror that such limitlessness awakens.12 Among its terrors is its ability to paralyze the subject into an endless waiting: as Maurice Blanchot writes, “one cannot act in the infinite, one cannot accomplish anything in the unlimited” (316).

    It is this zero that Lee Edelman proposes fascinates us in various embodiments of what he calls queerness, its “antisocial” force. Mobilizing Jacques Lacan’s psychoanalytic theory and Paul de Man’s account of literary language’s rhetoricity, he argues that being’s groundlessness precipitates, or necessitates the invention of, various figures that personify that which haunts all identities: the “constitutively excluded” impossibility of the zero-void-nothingness. “As the void within every situation that can never be counted or represented within it,” Edelman writes, “the zero maintains the place of queerness as ceaseless negativity” (Bad Education 90), much like, in Lacanian theory, the objet a indicates the void (das Ding) around which human subjects cohere as variously organized symptoms.

    Among the names for such negativity we find not only “the queer,” about whom we read in No Future: Queer Theory and the Death Drive (2004), but also, per afropessimist thought, “the Black” and, as Edelman further enumerates, “the woman” and “the trans”—”those ‘ones’ made to figure, in any given world, the zero … by literalizing nonbeing, which then, in the form of those ones, can be excluded from reality by excluding them” (Edelman, Bad Education 254). When Edelman speaks of “tropes” or “figures,” he uses the terms in de Man’s sense: always misnaming that which they are presumed to stand for, they infest language with “irony.” Consequently, meaning fails to stabilize itself and, instead, slips our grasp in a series of “misreadings,” an inherent characteristic, for de Man, of the mode of discourse we call literature. If we speak of “the radical threat posed by irony” (Edelman, No Future 24), it is because de Man deems this “threat” not a contingent aspect but constitutive—”at the root”—of language and, as Edelman extrapolates, being.

    By turning the nothing into a divisor, Pet Shop Boys offer us what looks like the futural counterpart of the void. If we can speak of “the ironic temporalities at work in Pet Shop Boys” (Wodtke 37), the time of irony is different from that which operates in Edelman: we shift from the pure negativity of the zero to the infinite that the zero produces in dividing being.

    Lowe’s point about the theme of infinity in “Two divided by zero” is supplemented—not negated—by Tennant’s observation, of the same song, that the protagonists’ determination to flee is not likely to be translated into a successful arrival in the imagined telos of New York City. The tension implies a corrective to Andrew Sullivan’s characterization of the mood that saturates the PSB oeuvre. To say that, with all the youthful “enthusiasm” he exhibits, the narrator at the same time evinces “a great sense of loss” may not be accurate. What accompanies expressions of futural “enthusiasm” in Pet Shop Boys’ gay fugues is not loss, that familiar alibi of totalitarian thought.13 Rather than the sense of alienation voiced in laments for the organic belonging of our happier pasts, we may want to speak of absence, troped in various “catachrestic positivizations” (Edelman, Bad Education 172). While for Edelman such figures are the abjected (the queer, the Black, the woman, the trans), in Pet Shop Boys they are most often actualized as visions of futural enthusiasm. After “Two divided by zero,” infinity’s promise is announced in “Being boring,” where, recalling his fugitive days amidst other queer escapees, the singer posits: “We were never … / worried that / time would come to an end.”14

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    As is the case with the hopes of escaping from Newcastle to London, the dream of an infinity—a “forever”—informs the fundamentalist flight plan, too. The fugitive is committed to realigning the time that some injustice has pulled out of joint: “We’ll be together / now and forever,” the narrator of “Fugitive” tells his “brother.” The “now” coinciding with a “forever,” we reach a communitarian togetherness, purged of irony. No strange supplements will complicate the triumph of our arrival to the promised land of our Gemeinsamkeit.

    If the fugitive deems his existence to be marked by a chronic temporal disjunction, he is suffering from the out-of-jointness that Ernesto Laclau identifies as the ineradicable condition of democratic contestation. In an argument that seemingly agrees with Edelman’s,15 Laclau proposes that to think the communal entities who are the agents of contestation we must accept as our first principle the never-ending instability—the nonessentiality—of all such formations. The political principle coincides with an ontological operation, one that Laclau evokes with a familiar Shakespearean phrase. “Time being ‘out of joint,’ dislocation corrupting the identity with itself of any present,” he writes, “we have a constitutive anachronism that is at the root of any identity” (69).

    In Edelman, this “constitutive anachronism” is symptomized in “irony.” Both thinkers’ accounts echo—the genealogies of their thought stretch to—the Hegelian theory of society’s dialectical tending toward Sittlichkeit, the covenanted “ethical community,” whose coherence is nevertheless destabilized by “the everlasting irony” that is “womankind [Weiblichkeit]” (Hegel, Phenomenology §475 [288]). Those for whom the images of the hailing multitude in “Go West” prompt the specter of fascism attest to the influence of this logic. What commentators see in such bodies of sameness is the exclusion of the destabilizing “irony” that would dissolve the self-same collective toward future-oriented metamorphoses. In such “male fantasies” (Theweleit), no Weiblichkeit infests totalitarian faggotry as its “internal enemy” (Phenomenology §475 [288]); instead, the lonely crowd is bound into the homofascist body.

    The promise of fascism is to bring what Hage calls “forever waiting” to an end; the lost thing will have been returned to its rightful place. Edelman calls this the dream of “redemptive collectivism” (Bad Education 172), a togetherness not undermined by infinite irony. At the same time, the redemption, enabled by the coincidence of “now” and “forever,” marks the place of annihilation. While affirming political “messianism,” Laclau insists that “the messianism we are speaking about is one without eschatology, without a pre-given promised land, without determinate content” (74). In welcoming the end to waiting and the eschatological merging of the now and the forever, the fundamentalist fugitive, on the other hand, affirms a pledge to what Leo Bersani, echoed by Edelman, calls “the culture of redemption.” “Fugitive” confirms Bersani’s thesis: the culture of redemption is a culture of death. It is driven toward the death-desiring collapse of the “now” and “forever.”

    The disjunction between the now and the forever renders us waiting beings, inhabited by the dreams exemplified by Zweig or Village People or revolutionary Russians. “When all the waiting is over, so will be our lives,” writes Raymond Tallis; “the wait itself [will have been our] portion” (James, “Beast” 540). Pet Shop Boys corroborate this in the funereal “Your funny uncle” when Tennant complements the Revelations’ eschatological litany (Rev. 21.4) by adding to it the phrase “no more waiting”: “No more waiting or crying / These former things have passed away,” he says, bidding his friend the final goodbye.

    ________

    Are we there yet? If so, where have we arrived?

    Zweig turns to the idea(l) of Brazil to plug in the “nothing” whose terror awakens him from his comfortable existence in Salzburg. Arriving in the promised land, he is unable to see that what appears to his colonial gaze as an “Edenic garden” is in fact “entangled with the violence of modernity and … the networks of plantation capitalism” (DeLoughrey 44). The revolutionary enthusiasm manifested in Russian history similarly hardens into various ideals whose implosion, as we learn from the interviewees in Svetlana Alexievich’s “oral history” of Russian life from the October Revolution to the 2000s, becomes indisputable by the early 1990s. The escapees in “Fugitive” are on the same track as they reach for a “past-to-come” in their effort to bring the now and the forever together. Each dreamworld will have reached a catastrophic end.

    Yet there are other ways of staying awake with nothingness. Anticipatorily countering “Fugitive[‘s]” fundamentalist collapsing of the now and the forever, Pet Shop Boys’ debut album offers us yet another example of the way in which the two can nonfascistically coincide: “Tonight,” we learn, “is forever.”

    This declaration, as well as many of lines in the song of that name, might be transposed to the mouth of the fundamentalist. As in “Fugitive,” the event toward which desire tends is both a singular and a futureless “forever”: “It will be like this forever / if we fall in love,” we hear, words that the fugitive might whisper to his copilot. Yet the experience of tonight’s infinitude is affirmed in its potential for repetition, in words we will never hear from the indivisible brothers: “We’re out again, another night / We never have enough.”

    Desire’s unquenchability suggests that the speaker belongs amidst modernity’s thrill-seekers, those who escape their lives’ emptiness into the endless accumulation of the “sense experiences” offered by Erlebnisgesellschaft. In Adorno’s words, he is one of capitalism’s bewitched victims, “whirring around in fascination” with consumerist pleasures, an “ecstasy … without content” (“On the Fetish-Character” 292). This analysis is either confirmed or complicated by the song’s linkage to an earlier track on Please. While “Tonight is forever” is listed as the opening song on Side B of the original LP, subsequent compact disc printings of Please indicate that it is in fact preceded by “a hidden track”: the 33-second experimental piece “Opportunities (Reprise).” This title is not given in the original release, nor does the vinyl surface have the sparser grooves that mark a transition from one song to the next. The track reprises elements from the third song on Side A, where we, again, witness an invitation to escape from one wannabe fugitive to another. The singer is determined to get his share in 1980s Britain: “Let’s make lots of money!” he apostrophizes his would-be partner. He is after all the “opportunities” that the decade’s boom years made available to the sufficiently unscrupulous: “Ask yourself this question: / Do you want to be rich?”16

    The Thatcherite dream’s return in the “Reprise” is yet another of the strange supplements that proliferate in the band’s songs. Here, however, the body and the parasite have switched places: rather than an ebullient song extended into a dissonant epilogue, an experimental snippet—a cacophony of traffic noise, cut-up dialogue, and fleeting beats—prefaces the dance track. The narrator of “Opportunities” insists that to ride the yuppie wave the partners have simply to “choose the perfect time”: “Oh, there’s a lot of opportunities / if you know when to take them.” The opening lyrics of “Tonight is forever” might be mistaken for the same narrator’s sentiments:

    I may be wrong, I may be right
    Money's short and time is tight
    Don't even think about those bills
    Don't pay the price, we never will

    While the words echo the yuppie ruthlessness satirized in “Opportunities,” the song turns into an invitation for a different journey. In something of a negation of “Opportunities,” the narrator of “Tonight is forever” now seems to appeal to his partner with the promise of an escape from the decade’s economic ethos: “I haven’t got a job to pay / but I could stay in bed all day.” If “Opportunities” comments on the callous opportunism of the 1980s, the song’s augmentation with “Tonight is forever” suggests that the monologue of greed is in fact an erotic ploy: the seduction of wealth is but a way to get the apostrophized other to “stay in bed all day” with the speaker. In this, he invites the other to join him in being what he must appear to the Thatcherites: a lost cause.

    Distilling the energies expressed in “Opportunities” into their nonessential, purely pleasurable form, “Tonight is forever” invites another look at the dream of endless accumulation. As Karl Marx recognized, capitalism is not anchored in any image of a lost homeland that might be regained. He admired its rapaciousness: it is a force of becoming, relentlessly melting and reconfiguring, unbinding and rebinding, everything, all the time. Yet such revolutionary forces, as he also noted, had been betrayed. The nothing that awoke the world from the “idiocy of rural life” (Marx and Engels 477)—arguably, Marx and Engels etymologically pun on the Heraclitean idios kosmos of solitary dreaming—could not be sustained, any more than the zero that Edelman designates as the constitutive exclusion of any social arrangement. In “Opportunities,” the bourgeoisie’s fetishistic logic is announced in the speaker’s determination to “make lots of money.” While, unlike the dreamer in “Fugitive,” the desire is not for a thing lost, the promised land is nevertheless a consuming object. “Tonight is forever” is an attempt to reimagine the Thatcherite dream by dissolving the ground or essence—the fetish of accumulation—that, as Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari would say, has “territorialized” capitalism’s forces.

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    One unexpected aftereffect of the AIDS epidemic was the acceleration of the gay civil rights movement. The urgent, life-saving agitation by ACT UP and other organizations gave homosexuality a visibility that resulted in the remarkable gains of the subsequent decades. Pet Shop Boys acknowledge this development in the celebratory “Wedding in Berlin” (Hotspot, 2019). “We’re getting married,” the singer declares; “a lot of people do it / don’t matter if they’re straight or gay.” The wait is over: “We’re doing it without delay.” Yet, true to form, they follow this with yet another strange supplement: the song (and, with it, Hotspot) fades out with a distorted sound of church bells. The triumphal story of assimilation and acceptance, exemplified in the project of “marriage equality,” finds itself continued in a life where the sanctifying sound of wedding bells comes to us as if in a muddled nightmare.

    Unlike the one in “Go West,” the outro of “Wedding in Berlin” is anticipated in the very beginning of the song, where we already, for a brief moment, hear the distorted chiming. As opposed to the dreams that deviate into the very danceable disappointment of “Go West[‘s]” end, we perhaps should have expected the discord that the project of marriage equality entails. Michael Warner, for one, told us. In The Trouble with Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life (1999), he argued that the project necessarily depends on the assumption of gay people’s full assimilability into extant affective and societal arrangements, as well as the delegitimization of all kinship forms that fall outside their parameters. The trouble with normal is that it requires a punishingly strict criteria of inclusion; no “new amorous worlds” are found on this map. Such projects of normativization result in an impoverished “we” or the kind of “happiness” that is suggested by the same warped church bells heard at the end of “Happy people,” an earlier song on Hotspot, especially if we observe its resonance with Yazoo’s satirical song of the same name from 1983.

    Similarly, gay Black artists of the 1980s and 1990s knew that life in the promised land might turn out more complicated. Marlon Riggs suggests as much in his experimental film Tongues Untied (1989). He visualizes his affective fascination with the emergent movement and his subsequent realization of the role in which he, as a Black man, would find himself among his homo-comrades. This is one of the ways in which, to quote Lowe, “in hindsight it wasn’t the utopia they all thought it would be” (“Go West”). As is suggested by the echoes of “manifest destiny” in the Village People song title, the utopian vision was, as all futural orientations are, compromised by unobserved internal dissonances.

    Describing Brazil, Zweig, too, offers the standard representation of colonial settlements as “terra incognita” (Brazil 2), the empty slate that, as he writes in The World of Yesterday, “was still waiting for people to come and live in it, make use of it, fill it with their presence” (426). Perhaps such idealization was informed by the propaganda of Getúlio Vargas, the country’s dictatorial president. As Lotte Zweig discovers on the cane field, the utopian image of terra incognita bears a bloody history untold in official chronicles.

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    In March 1991, as the Soviet Union is entering its death throes, Tennant announces to his entourage: “I’m thinking of becoming a communist now. I love lost causes” (Heath 111). As we did to Sullivan’s, we offer a friendly amendment to his pronouncement. The evidence of the oeuvre suggests that at stake is an affirmation not so much of “lost” but “absent causes.” This conceptual shift neither ignores the bereavement evident in the band’s AIDS elegies—most notably, “Your funny uncle,” “It couldn’t happen here,” “Being boring,” and “Go West”—nor pathologizes, as the classic taxonomies of “melancholia” tend to do, one’s refusal to relinquish the love object. (According to the traditional diagnosis, the melancholic, adoring the dead thing, is caught in a fascinated paralysis, a mirror inversion of the consumerist ecstasy Adorno targets.) Rather, “absence” indicates the inability or refusal to suture the temporal gash, the noncoincidence of the now and the forever, in which Laclau identifies the moving force of political contestation. If Laclau’s schema rests on the ontological principle of being’s nonidentity with itself, this nonidentity prevents the redemptive imagination—whose directives, Bersani tells us, organize the most influential modern projects from Marcel Proust to Walter Benjamin—from occupying the pilot’s seat.

    “We never have enough,” the narrator of “Tonight is forever” announces to his would-be partner. The line is spoken in the present rather than the future tense. Unlike the futural promise of fundamentalist eschatology (“We’ll be together / now and forever”), the infinity of “never enough” opens in an untimely now, refusing closure’s terror. This piece of pop wisdom is not unique to Tennant and Lowe. Both the Boys and Madonna (“I hope this feeling never ends tonight”) speak of an infinity in the now, “an eternal present in losing oneself in dancing and the music” (Wodtke 33). With this in mind, we can name the two infinities in Pet Shop Boys with some accuracy. In addition to the infinity in which “forever waiting” would come to an end—the “infinity of the lost cause,” observed in “Fugitive”—we have an “infinity of an absent cause.” While in the former mode one absents himself from the unbearable world by closing the temporal gap, in the latter the departure enables the subject’s hovering, in the world but not of the world. These are techniques for one’s nonsuicidal disappearance from this world: into thin air.

    Mikko Tuhkanen is Professor of English at Texas A&M University, where he teaches African American and African-diasporic literatures, LGBTQ+ literatures, and literary theory. He is the author of, among other books, The American Optic: Psychoanalysis, Critical Race Theory, and Richard Wright (2008) and The Essentialist Villain: On Leo Bersani (2018). He is the editor of Leo Bersani: Queer Theory and Beyond (2014) and Fascination and Cinema, a special issue of Postmodern Culture (2020); as well as the coeditor, with E. L. McCallum, of The Cambridge History of Gay and Lesbian Literature (2014) and Queer Times, Queer Becomings (2011). His other publications include essays in PMLA, diacritics, differences, American Literary History, Modern Fiction Studies, American Literature, James Baldwin Review, and elsewhere. He is currently finishing two book-length studies: “Time’s Witness: On James Baldwin” and “Some Speculation: Thinking with Pet Shop Boys.”

    Footnotes

    1. Apart from the ones discussed in this essay, the following songs in the PSB catalogue explore, in various ways, “escape”: “Bright young things,” “Burning the heather,” “A cloud in a box,” “Dancing in the dusk,” “Dreamland,” “Forever in love,” “Girls don’t cry,” “Hit music,” “In his imagination,” “Into thin air,” “I want a lover,” “London,” “More than a dream,” “A new life,” “New York City boy,” “Nightlife,” “An open mind,” “Saturday night (forever),” “This must be the place I waited years to leave,” “We all feel better in the dark,” and “Wings and faith.”

    2. While the most prominent examples of Tennant’s fascination with Russian history are “My October symphony,” which narrates the disorientation caused by the disintegration of the Soviet Union in former ideologists, and the 2005 soundtrack that the band provided to Sergei Eisenstein’s Battleship Potemkin (1925), examples stretch from the reference, in the final verse of “West End girls,” to Vladimir Lenin’s 1917 return from his exile in Switzerland to Russia to such recent songs as “Living in the past” and “Kaputnik,” written as responses to the Crimean invasion. For more, see Studer; and Smith 321-25.

    3. The phrase “promised land” appears in the song’s middle eight (“There where the air is free / we’ll be what we want to be / Now if we make a stand / we’ll find our promised land”), which PSB added to the original: see “Secrets.”

    4. We can understand the band’s refusal of a simple cold end by observing what the device has signaled in musical history. A cold end tells us that “someone decided that the song should end right there. That the song should end in that way. No ambiguity. No doubt” (“About Cold Fade”). The corruption of the cold end in “Go West” not only works to sustain such Pet Shop Boys virtues as “ambiguity,” but also problematizes the familiar bête noire of the band: the Rock Authenticity of the 1980s and 1990s, where the gesture signaled bands’ efforts to distinguish themselves from their predecessors in the genres of funk and disco:

    Fade Outs had a resurgence in the ’70’s with funk bands who might jam endlessly on a two chord [sic] progression. This was a simple way to create an ending to a jam session that had no definitive end. The eighties and most especially the alternative bands of the ’90s who aspired to a more honest and natural aesthetic tried hard to come up with endings to songs. They wanted something that represented the live sound of the band. Fades were deemed a cop out and cheesy.

    (Joe Chiccarelli, qtd. in Cole)

    As if commenting on this tradition, a cold end in a Pet Shop Boys song is likely to be pushed into something very different from—satirizing the pretensions of—those signaling rock credibility. The best example is the live version of “Jealousy,” sung by Robbie Williams on Concrete (2006), whose arrangement changes the original album version’s fadeout into a bombastic finish worthy of Wagner or Sibelius. “It’s just slightly over-the-top, the end of that song,” Tennant jokes with the audience.

    5. See the YouTube videos “Go West vs. Russian National Anthem”; and “Russians Go West.” It is perhaps such associations that have enhanced Tennant and Lowe’s outspoken revulsion at the Ukrainian war: immediately after the Russian invasion began on February 24, 2022, visitors to the band’s website would see the Ukrainian flag on its front page, with a post dated May 18 “look[ing] forward to the day when fascism fails in Russia.”

    6. As Smith asks in her close reading of the video for “Go West”:

    Does the star vanishing into Liberty’s torch symbolize the triumph of American capitalism over Soviet socialism, as would seem to be the case at that historic moment? Or, conversely, is it an indication that despite their much vaunted differences, the United States and Soviet Union have some rather sinister things in common that, perhaps, might be more apparent to those living in postimperial nations than to denizens of superpowers?

    (333)

    7. As Hegel declares in Phenomenology of Spirit, “human nature only really exists in an achieved community of minds [der zustande gebrachten Gemeinsamkeit des Bewußtsein[e]]” (§69 [43] / 65, brackets in German orig.). For him, Gemeinsamkeit is an Enlightenment achievement, the mode of ethical togetherness he calls Sittlichkeit.

    8. The men in question were Jerome Robbins, Arthur Laurents, Leonard Bernstein, and Stephen Sondheim. On the musical’s composition and importance to gay audiences, see Kaiser 89-94.

    9. Charles Kaiser writes: “The lyrics of ‘Somewhere’ in particular seemed to speak directly to the gay experience before the age of liberation. In 1966, it was one of the songs chosen for the first mass gay wedding of two hundred couples in San Francisco, presided over by the city’s mayor, Willie Brown” (93).

    10. In such collectivities, “difference” is—as Bersani often puts it, precisely our context in mind—”exterminat[ed]” (Is the Rectum 43, 183). Thus, when we hear in “Wiedersehen” of “modernity attacked” with the rise of the Third Reich, the statement’s grammatical status is ambiguous. Most immediately, we perhaps hear in it the passive voice, whose hidden agency belongs to those inspired by, say, Julius Evola’s diagnoses of modernity’s perversity. At the same time, the sentence follows the regular grammatical construction: “modernity” is the subject, “to attack” the verb. This grammar informs the arguments by Adorno (and, later, Giorgio Agamben), for whom the Third Reich is not an aberration but the fulfillment of the Enlightenment spirit.

    11. See uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Fascist (last accessed May 7, 2014; spelling and punctuation silently corrected).

    12. Arthur Lovejoy writes: “Like most Greek philosophers, [Plotinus] feels an aesthetic aversion to the notion of infinity, which he is unable to distinguish from the indefinite. To say of the sum of things that it is infinite is equivalent to saying that it has no clear-cut arithmetical character at all. Nothing that is perfect, or fully in possession of its own potential being, can lack determinate limits” (66). As Bishop George Berkeley subsequently observes in 1734, the claim that “a finite quantity divided by nothing is infinite” is “shocking to good sense” (79). A. W. Moore tracks the ways in which for numerous thinkers the zero-division—and infinity in general—has meant risking falling into an “abyss of absurdity” (2).

    13. The experience of “loss” is characteristic of what Patricia Juliana Smith calls “postimperial” imagination: “The condition of postimperiality is, perforce, one marked by a pervasive sense of loss, particularly a loss of dominance, power, status, and therefore, by extension, masculine prerogative; thus, in effect, it raises anxieties of castration, impotence, and feminization” (323). The convulsions precipitated by such (imagined) losses produce not only what Paul Gilroy calls “postcolonial melancholia” but also, as Weimar Germans knew and twenty-first-century Americans know, a desire for the resuscitation of past greatness.

    14. Others, too, have observed the theme of “infinity” in Pet Shop Boys. For two variously slanted discussions, see Balfour; and Wodtke.

    15. We detect echoes of Laclau when Edelman writes of “the constant pressure of the zero that procures and undoes every ‘one,’ thus making the zero, in its queerness, in its inaccessibility to sense, the (non)ground of political conflict” (Edelman, Bad Education 95). Yet the difference between the two thinkers concerns their divergent conceptualizations of the radical negativity that operates (in) the system. While Edelman insists on the irredeemability of pure negativity, the theory of radical democracy allows the resolution of contradictions in the dialectical movement. In his previous work, Edelman indicates his disagreement with the dialectical model that informs Laclau’s theory by criticizing Judith Butler’s account of performativity—where abjected modes of being can be rendered symbolically legible through the work of “resignifying”—as “all too familiarly liberal … in its promise to provide the excluded with access to a livable social form” (No Future 103-04). Despite the disagreement, Edelman’s system, precisely in its approximation of the theory of radical democracy, becomes confluent with the account of dialectics that ground Butler’s and Laclau’s work: see Tuhkanen 126-27n.

    16. The singer expresses his determination to get onboard the financial programs premised on what we have since called “neoliberalism,” which included Margaret Thatcher’s policy of privatizing most public services. (“They’re buying and selling your history,” as Tennant observes of this scheme in “Shopping” [Actually, 1987]; “… I heard it in the House of Commons / everything’s for sale.”) In the 1980s, this ethos coincided (in ways that became superfluous in subsequent decades) with vicious homophobia, exemplified in the passing of Clause 28 in Britain (in which the band recognized, as they declared in an ad posted in the Independent, the Thatcher government’s “fascism” [qtd. in Hodges 195]) and, in the United States, Ronald Reagan’s studied inaction amidst the AIDS crisis. On PSB and Thatcherism, see also Smith 315-20.

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    • –––. “Go West.” Very / Further listening 1992-1994, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
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    • –––. Introspective / Further listening 1988-1989. Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
    • –––. “It couldn’t happen here.” Actually / Further listening 1987-1988, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
    • –––. “I want a lover.” Please / Further listening 1984-1986, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
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    • –––. “Living in the past.” Lost, x2, 2023, CD.
    • –––. “London.” Release / Further listening 2001-2004, Parlophone, 2017, three CDs.
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    • –––. “My October symphony.” Behaviour / Further listening 1990-1991, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
    • –––. “A new life.” Introspective / Further listening 1988-1989, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
    • –––. “New York City boy.” Nightlife / Further listening 1996-2000, Parlophone, 2017, three
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    • –––. “An open mind.” Dreamland, Parlophone, 2019, CD.
    • –––. “Opportunities (Let’s make lots of money).” Please / Further listening 1984-1986, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
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    • –––. Release / Further listening 2001-2004. Parlophone, 2017, three CDs.
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    • –––. “Suburbia (The full horror).” Please / Further listening 1984-1986, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
    • –––. Super. x2, 2016, CD.
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    • –––. “Tonight is forever.” Please / Further listening 1984-1986, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
    • –––. “To step aside.” Bilingual / Further listening 1995-1997, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
    • –––. “Two divided by zero.” Please / Further listening 1984-1986, Parlophone, 2001, two CDs.
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  • Unlovable Oneness

    John Paul Ricco (bio)

    Abstract

    This essay highlights the centrality of the concept of “incongruity” in Leo Bersani’s thinking of ethical relation. It is structured by the incongruous coupling of Eimear McBride’s novel A Girl is a Half-formed Thing and Ellsworth Kelly’s paintings, especially Blue Black (2000), as it considers the ethical value of going along with the unwatchable and unreadable (e.g., gender and sexual violence), and with monochromatic abstraction in the context of race. According to Bersani, incongruity is the syntax of undivided being. By looking at ungrammatical literary syntax (McBride) and chromatic oneness (Kelly), the essay argues for ethical alignments absent of predication or congruity as it affirms an antisocial aesthetics of incongruous oneness as opposed to the often-murderous fixation on identity and difference.

    I. Incongruous Couples

    “The vagina is a logical defect in nature.” Readers of this article will likely recognize this quotation as the opening sentence of Leo Bersani and Ulysse Dutoit’s essay, “Merde alors,” originally published in the journal October 13 (1980), and then republished as the first chapter of what was to be Bersani’s last single-authored book, Receptive Bodies (2018).1 The sentence can be read as a statement about something taken to be unlovable, and it can perhaps be read as a statement that is hard to love. As the essay’s opening sentence, it also might be taken as a deliberate provocation that raises the question of why its reader would continue to read on. This is not accidental, since the essay is about why we look, watch, and at times stare; and more specifically, why we look, watch, and at times stare at what is unwatchable—what is not to be looked at, let alone stared at. In addition to being about what we might call the visual drive, and the at times questionable lures that attract it, these are also questions about duration (keeping on looking), and repetition (looking at something again and again). That is, these are questions about the duration and repetition of visual attention and fascination, especially fraught when the object of fascination is a representation of intolerable sex, art, violence—or, as we will see, the combination of all three in literature. The kind of visual attention and fascination that concerns the authors entails a paradoxical active passivity and passive activity that is captured by the word “willing,” as in “willing to go along with,” to be receptive, to submit to, to be complicit in, and to give oneself over or up to. Specifically, to that which is morally questionable, and what in the context of this essay, I am calling the unlovable.2

    For Bersani, the seductive and the intolerable (like receptiveness and repulsion—again, as in sex or aesthetics), are more than intimately connected. Further, in their non-dialectical rapport, the seductive and the intolerable are operative at the same time, and thus wholly irredeemable. “The seductive and intolerable image” that appears in Bersani’s famed essay “Is the Rectum a Grave?” (1987) “of a grown man, legs high in the air, unable to refuse the suicidal ecstasy of being a woman” is, as Joseph Litvak has recently argued, “intolerable because it is seductive,” and, we add, seductive because it is intolerable (Bersani, Is the Rectum 18; Litvak 232). So too, with the scenes of rimming in Genet’s last novel, Funeral Rites, that Bersani discusses in Homos, and with the sadism of Pasolini’s last film, Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom, which is the subject of his and Dutoit’s essay, “Merde alors.”

    We can take Bersani and Dutoit to be arguing that as willing spectators of such scenes of violence as those represented in Salò, we approximate the never-saying-no that is the unconscious. And that in our willingness not to say no to the unwatchable (in our willingness to go along with it, and thereby to repeat it, inaccurately), we say yes to what is impossible to know or to render in art or language. As Bersani will later define it,

    the unconscious never is; it is perhaps an essentially unthinkable, intrinsically unrealizable reserve of human being—a dimension of virtuality rather than of psychic depth—from which we connect to the world, not as subject to object, but as a continuation of a specific syntax of being.

    (Is the Rectum 147–48)

    It is by going along with the unwatchable, as the drawing from this reserve that is the non-repressed unconscious, that we move—non-volitionally—into a limitless realm of reformulations and recategorizations that Bersani and Dutoit in 1980 name “aestheticism” and that Bersani later describes as “a specific syntax of being,” “choreographed being,” and at other times, simply as “thinking.”3 As the authors write, we “never tire of being spectators; but it is the very limitlessness of our aestheticism which constitutes the moral perspective on sadism in Salò” (Bersani, Receptive 14).

    In this essay I am proceeding in a manner similar to the way Bersani composed his arguments, namely by the incongruous juxtaposition of authors, artists, texts, and works.4 This method is especially evident in the book he co-authored with Dutoit, The Forms of Violence—itself an elaboration of the argument they present five years earlier in “Merde alors”—that brings together Assyrian sculptural reliefs, Marcel Proust, Leni Riefenstahl’s Triumph of the Will, and Freudian psychoanalytic theory; and in their article, “The Pregnant Critic,” which brings together Beckett, Rembrandt, Diotima of Plato’s Symposium, and that in its attention to Ellsworth Kelly, will be of central interest in part three of my discussion.5

    Here, my main incongruous coupling is Eimear McBride’s debut novel, A Girl Is a Half-Formed Thing (2014), and Ellsworth Kelly’s Blue Black (2000), a painted aluminum work commissioned as a permanent installation for the Pulitzer Arts Foundation in St. Louis. A novel about sexual abuse, violence, and rape, and a work of monochromatic abstract art—regardless of their contemporaneity—would seem to have very little, if anything, in common with each other. Yet it is the very incongruity of their pairing, as well as the incongruous logic by which each of the works operates, that I am interested in exploring within the context of this journal issue. For the incongruous is another name for the antisocial and its afterlives.

    In the case of McBride, we are confronted with the afterlife of the modernist literary form, narrative, the novel, and most importantly, syntax. With Kelly, it is the afterlife of modernist abstract art and specifically the monochrome. The “unlovable” is there in McBride’s subject matter and a literary style that is the impoverishment of syntactical logic (congruence), and in Kelly’s chromatic refusal of what Benjamin Buchloh has recently described (in relation to artist Gerhard Richter) as the compensatory gratification of chromatic satisfaction, resolution, or reconciliation, that is, congruence (Molesworth). Like the Samuel Beckett, Mark Rothko, and Alain Resnais of Bersani and Dutoit’s Arts of Impoverishment, Eimear McBride and Ellsworth Kelly are artists who create works that would seem as though they do not want to be read or seen, works that in that precise sense might be understood as unlovable. However, in this essay, I will argue for the ethical virtue of going along with what is unlovable and explore how art provides us with a training in how to do so.

    Indeed, in reading McBride’s novel and looking at Kelly’s wall panels, there is a certain experience of susceptibility, receptivity, passivity, and absorption, yet in a way that is non-mimetic. These works are not reliant upon predication or social determination—and their logics of equivalence and unification—and therefore operate separate from the reproductive/reflective realist point of view, including via narrative, and the terms of identity (performatively iterative or otherwise). Just as with my incongruous juxtaposition of the two works, they themselves point to incommensurable relations mobilized through impersonal and anonymous forms. That is, in the unnamed narrator and all the other characters of McBride’s story, and in the impersonal names of Kelly’s colors, these works operate outside the symbolic order of meaning (congruence), including the figural, and social recognition.6 In McBride we discover a syntactical oneness, and in Kelly a chromatic oneness, both of which are unlovable and therefore worthy of going along with.

    Finally, by considering works focused on gendered female subjectivity and, as we will see, reading them in terms of racial subjectivity, we have the opportunity to engage with forms of subjectivity that Bersani’s work rarely discusses, and yet to which his work holds great potential. Thus, through my reading of the novel, we move from Bersani and Dutoit on Pasolini and sadism to McBride and masochism. While in relation to the wall panels, we move from Bersani and Dutoit’s reappraisal of their own initial reading of Kelly’s monochromes to artist Glenn Ligon’s aesthetic recategorization of black and blue via Kelly’s work in St. Louis.

    II. On the Ethical Virtue of Going Along With What Is Unlovable

    In their essay on Pasolini’s Salò, Bersani and Dutoit give two reasons to watch the unwatchable when they write:

    The saving frivolity with which we simply go on looking creates a consciousness of looking as, first, part of our inescapable implication in the world’s violence and, second, a promiscuous mobility thanks to which our mimetic appropriations of the world are constantly being continued elsewhere and therefore do not require the satisfyingly climactic destruction of any part of the world.

    (Bersani, Receptive 14)

    It is important to note that both reasons entail finding oneself as a viewer inaccurately replicated, either in the work of art and its representations of violence, or in the world, as part of an infinite series of other places and forms in which we discover our sameness as pre-existing through our reception by and refracting of ourselves by those forms. Yet importantly, as the authors stress, we cannot detach ourselves from our implication in the world’s violence; and artistic representations of violence are the non-violent formal means of registering this implication. In turn, as they also argue, any delusional self-exoneration from the economy of sex, pleasure, pain, and ontological shattering is the ground for the ongoing sanctioning of violence against others.

    In the current censorious climate in which we are constantly encountering assertions that certain things are off limits and should not be spoken of or represented due to their sexual, violent, or sexually violent content, Bersani and Dutoit’s argument is more necessary and important than ever, since it provides the best reasons to stay with the unlovable as presented in art, film, and literature.7 One of the principal reasons is that doing so is to refuse and defy what has been deemed “the order of nature” and the ways in which this purported natural order of things renders certain things abnormal, monstrous, or defects of nature. This tradition goes at least as far back as Ovid and the myth of Pygmalion, the latter of whom creates a statue of a female figure not simply to satisfy an erotic desire of idealized femininity but as an aesthetic means of substituting and compensating for his conception of the feminine as disgusting, as unlovable. And so, we read in Charles Martin’s translation: “Pygmalion observed how these women lived lives of sordid indecency, and, dismayed by the numerous defects of character Nature had given the feminine spirit, stayed as a bachelor, having no female companion” (qtd. in Schwartz).

    In Sade’s 120 Days of Sodom, the libertine Duke echoes the words of Ovid/Pygmalion on the order of nature when he commands the female sex slaves to “offer your fronts very little to our sight; remember that this loathsome part, which only the alienation of her wits could have permitted Nature to create, is always the one we find most repugnant” (qtd. in Bersani, Receptive 1). This repugnance is the case because, as Bersani and Dutoit explain, “[t]he most intense Sadean—and sadistic—sexuality depends on symmetry, and with women, Sade’s men enjoy the diminished pleasures of asymmetrical sex” (Receptive 2). This is because, as the authors further explain, non-diminished sadistic pleasure (and, evil) is pleasure doubled when its pain is inflicted on someone identical to the sadist.

    Sadism is the finding of pleasure and enjoyment in the reproduction in the other of the pain and suffering of one’s own originary (masochistic) shattering. This definition is based upon a familiar and widely accepted psychoanalytic postulate understood to be axiomatic about the role of sexuality in hominization. Namely, that out of a shattering precipitated by sexual stimulation the human being is (traumatically) born, such that every human being is a masochistic subject that seeks and desires this shattering, since it is the force that provides that subject with a sense of itself as being in the world. This “perversion” is essential, ontologically ineradicable, and thus one of the ineradicable principles of human being. As I imagine Oliver Davis and Tim Dean would be inclined to put it, human being is deplorable.8

    Bersani said that his famous first sentences often occurred as “a kind of mental lightning effect” of being struck by a formulation of thinking in language that, as evident in the next two examples, was often about the unlovable: “There is a big secret about sex: most people don’t like it,” or “Nobody wants to be called a homosexual.”9 Yet it is precisely such seemingly unlovable sentences about the unlovable that cause him to be attached to them and “to develop a terrible feeling of fidelity” to them, “as if the book or essay has to be written because I’ve been hit, or infected, by that sentence (to adopt a term used by E. M. Forster, who described the writing of A Passage to India as a ‘voluntary surrender to infection’” (Bersani, “Broken” 415). In other words, Bersani, he who is struck by these opening sentences as they come to mind as though from outside himself, submits to them, and by going along with them, including in their famously counter-intuitive logic, is authored by them and needs to craft an argument faithful to their conceptual power.

    My sense is that something similar describes the experience of novelist Eimear McBride, author of A Girl Is a Half-Formed Thing. Written over the course of six months in the spring and summer of 2004 when she was twenty-seven years old, the novel (her first) would not be published until 2014, after years of rejections by editors and presses. Since then, it has garnered many awards, the highest praise from critics and readers, and is widely considered a masterpiece of modern literature, notable for its depictions of sexual violence and its inimitable style. My interest is in the relation between this violence and this style.

    A Girl is the story of the “masochistic self-debasement” that a young girl in 1980s Ireland undergoes primarily as a kind of retribution for the numerous setbacks and assaults that her slightly older brother endures as a brain cancer survivor, living with learning and other disabilities, and with a slim chance of living beyond his young adulthood, given that the brain tumor was never fully excised or remedied. Critic David Collard has described the girl’s decisions and actions this way: “The girl rages against the dying of her brother’s light, her sense of imminent loss feeding her sexual abjection. She adopts a complex set of behaviors to negotiate her rage, confusion, and exploitation, seeking out forms of yearning abjection that amount to self-harm” (222).

    As close friend and fellow author Elizabeth McCracken relates in an anecdote about her first encounter with McBride’s book manuscript:

    I knew she’d been working on a book—she called it her beast—and when she was finished she’d asked me to read it. I took it nervously, because I wanted to love it and yet I knew there is no guarantee you will feel the same way about someone’s fiction that you do about the person. I knew nothing at all about it. And for the first page and a half I thought, Oh dear, no, too self-conscious, what a shame. Then about halfway down the second page my brain figured it out and the book had me, and I realized that the prose was the opposite of self-conscious: it just took my self-conscious brain that long to give itself over to the language.

    (Collard 22)

    Giving oneself “over to the language” is as much, if not more, about the writing being the force that renders one submissive, as it is the result of some subjective agency in the reader. As Collard puts it, as we go along and continue to read the novel, “the book begins to read us.”

    My question is: why do we go along with this and allow it to happen? Why do we stay with a story of relentless sexual, physical, and emotional violence? To think further about this, let us turn to the following passage from the novel:

    He looks at me. Wonders what this is but I’m. I say. I can’t wait for you anymore. Hands. Mouth. Take me backwards into that dark room. His. He rip me open and hurt because I say though I don’t want, he beg. No that’s all I ask. And take for yourself. Whatever. You. Want. Because I know there’s not much left. When he kisses. I am. Strangle. And he pushes me down. Something flooding. My face my hands with. I. It’s you. I want he says not all this shit. Fuck that. Just hit me on the face. No. Then get off. Get fucking off…

    …What the fuck is wrong with you? Morning after pull my hair. Look at your face.

    Look at the state of your face. You want that done to you? Why do you want that done? Didn’t stop you I say. He says he didn’t want. I did not want to do that. Kiss the bruise on my cheek. Bruise on my eyebrow. Beautiful beautiful thing. This is the closest thing to love.

    (A Girl 163–64)

    One-word sentences; the elimination of all commas; the truncated and non-syntactical syntax (“Wonders what this is but I’m”); epizeuxis or the simple repetition of the same word or phrase, as in “Beautiful beautiful” (again, without a separating comma or other form of punctuation); the constant repetition of first- and third-person pronouns: “His. He rip me open and hurt because I say though I don’t want, he beg;” the ungrammatical use of tenses (“he rip me;” “he beg”); and the repeating of phrases such as “I say,” appearing three times in this short excerpt. Each of these rhetorical devices constitute a non-descriptive, non-immobilizing, and non-isolating presentation of the rape of the young girl by her uncle. Reading this passage, one feels immersed in the emergent encounter between language, experience, and thought, and, at times, the relation between language and thought prior to articulate speech—what I have elsewhere theorized as “fore-speech” (Ricco, “Drool”).10 In this way, McBride turns the writing of literature into the impossible project of narrativizing an un-narrativizable (i.e., unlovable) psyche.11

    Less than statements about what is unlovable, or even fully formed unlovable statements, in McBride’s writing it is language itself that proves to be unlovable. The one-word sentences suggest that this is the potential or condition of any word, even the most seemingly simple or innocuous: “whatever,” “want,” “his,” or “I.”12 Yet at the same time, this is also an acknowledgement and opening to sense prior to language (the unconscious, psyche, but also soma—the body): a zone of non-knowledge for which language proves to be curiously inadequate—what Bersani described as “the nonlinguistic biology of human life” (Freudian 40). It is the acknowledgement, indeed the willing reception, of a force that runs through, under, and to the side of history, consciousness, knowledge, language, narrative, and art—at once before and beyond us, but never of us.13 It is a force that drives and that stills. It is unspeakable, unwatchable, unreadable. And when we give ourselves over to it, as readers of literature, we avail ourselves to the force of de-realized, mobile being.14

    As Bersani goes on to argue in his book The Freudian Body,

    Literature mocks and defeats the communicative projects of language; it both invites interpretation and makes language somewhat unsuitable for interpretation. It forces us to be aware of the density of words not as a function of semantic richness, but rather as a sign of their inadequacy to the mobile sense which they cannot enclose.

    (67)

    The stuttering, truncated, and at times gasping rhythms (or more properly: arrhythmias) of McBride’s novel are the persistent allowance of, to quote Bersani again, “the unreadable pressures [and pleasures] to infiltrate the readable, thus creating a type of readability at odds with how we have been taught to read [and write] while also accounting for that which, in the human psychic structure, is anterior to all readable accounting for” (Receptive 71). The literary outcome—of which McBride’s novel is exemplary—is what Bersani describes as “a striking concordance between a ‘system’ of untheorizable psychic respiration and the system of language” (“Broken” 417). McBride herself has spoken of an “antisocial literary adventure” that is played out through “basic active vocabulary” (Collard 140; 135).

    There is violence when narrative and the having and telling of a story is made compulsory. This is especially the case when the story that is forcibly elicited is about sexual violence or rape, or, as Laura Mulvey and Clair Wills have each pointed out, is a story about sadism or abortion.15 As Bersani and Dutoit argue: “Narrativity sustains the glamour of historical violence. Narratives create violence as an isolated, identifiable topic or subject [a fully formed thing] … Violence is thus reduced to the level of a plot; it can be isolated, understood, perhaps mastered and eliminated” (Receptive 9). Such pacifying power is its own immobilizing form of violence, and “a major trouble with this is that the immobilizing of a violent event invites a pleasurable identification with its enactment.” The authors end this part of their discussion by stating, “All critiques of violence, to the extent that they conceive of it in terms of scenes which can be privileged, may therefore promote the very explosions they are designed to expose or forestall” (Receptive 10).

    By sticking with and continuing to read (and endure) what is unlovable, rather than critique it, we at the same time give ourselves over to what in language inevitably succumbs to unreadability. In this passivity and receptivity, we actively withdraw from the negativizing impulses of narrativity and mastery and the self-assertive campaigns of seriousness, and instead discover an aesthetic connectedness to others: a resonance and rapport that occurs even at the minimal syntactical level of the otherwise annihilating one-word sentence—indeed, in the very syntactical impoverishment of the monosyllabic as sentence. McBride’s is that form of writing which demolishes its own syntax, and in so doing does not betray but remains loyal to the masochistic violence that is presented in the story. It syntactically goes along with this violence, yet in ways that are not mimetically descriptive, and hence do not provide the comforting, mediating distance that comes with such descriptive mimesis.16

    In the case of A Girl, the non-spectacular non-mimetic representation of sexual commotion makes the literary language something entirely other than the replication of sadomasochistic sexuality’s destruction. Neither McBride nor, through her writing, her readers adopt what Bersani and Dutoit describe as the sympathetic appropriation of the other’s violent commotion—a kind of self-imposed masochism—the requirement of which, is fascism. In other words, if one calls for such sympathetic appropriation of the other’s violent commotion, one is at the same time calling for the fascist society of masters and slaves (Receptive 5–6). This is the position of the uncle in the story, who, to paraphrase Bersani and Dutoit, uses violence to make the victim (the girl) give birth to sexuality in the torturer (the uncle himself).

    Like the unlovable yet deeply loving narrator, McBride’s work demonstrates the degree to which language is a half-formed thing. This is what we find lovable about language or at least why we might be willing to go along with it. For us to be in language is, then, also to find ourselves unlovable, and as such, we become attuned to that which is “unfixable in the human,” a shared existential condition that renders each of us a half-formed thing. In that half-formedness we stand the chance of connecting with others, not through the “representation of alienated commotion” that is sadism (Receptive 3) but through an aesthetic stillness in which, by being limitlessly fascinated and going along with the work of art, we are stopped in our tracks—not fixed but transfixed by something other than sexual, narrative, or moral climax, namely, the promiscuous mobilization and inaccurate replication of linguistic forms. Like Pasolini, Bersani, and McBride, we should not be afraid to be unlovable.

    III. Chromatic Oneness

    Incongruity represents a crucial problem for a theory of perception because, by its very nature, its perception represents a violation of expectation.

    —Bruner and Postman

    The notion of a divided self needs to be eclipsed for there to be any chance of an ethical rapport with others—human and nonhuman—and with the world. This is one of the fundamental propositions at the heart of Leo Bersani’s work, a starting point for his radical dismantling of Western philosophy’s thinking on the individual subject from Plato to Descartes, Freud to Levinas and Lacan (and many others between and beyond). However, Bersani contests this tradition’s presupposition of the divided self, not by resorting to a notion of wholeness or uniformity but in terms of incongruous oneness, which is, at the same time, not actualized completion but unfinished virtuality.17 Pursuing Bersani’s notion of incongruity as the logic, syntax, and rhythm of the undivided self and the potentiality of a oneness of being, we find an articulation of incongruity, virtuality, freedom, and non-predicated being in the following sentence: “Incongruity institutes virtualities that have no intrinsic reason to be actualized. This retreat from the actual creates a freedom that might be defined as a kind of being to which no predicate can be attached” (Bersani, Thoughts 66).

    Neither split and incoherent nor autonomous and complete, the Bersanian subject is that form or mode of being for which even “incongruous” is not a predicate, given that the term is meant to name a relational movement that is open to virtualities and to similitudes outside of and beyond the self. Likeness or sameness is here not based on a single predicate shared amongst different entities, as in certain notions of the common, but instead likeness obtains in similar forms of movement and stillness that inaugurate impersonal correspondences with others and the world.18 It is due to the lack of congruence to itself and others—what Bersani, via Samuel Beckett, refers to as “lessness”—that the self has a greater potential to be like and relate to other things (Bersani, Is the Rectum 166). This is at once the self’s source of freedom and its sense of oneness with the world. It is precisely because being is without proper fit with the world, all the while not being divided from it, that a subject comes to enjoy the pleasure of finding itself not only in the world but mobilized and inaccurately replicated through it.19

    For Bersani, such oneness is inevitably not without its exclusions, and yet he also affirms that such exclusions—precisely in their “anti-communitarian impulses”—might inaugurate new forms of relation. He writes,

    Any perspective, direct or vicarious, would be to some extent exclusionary. Rather than deny or apologize for such exclusion, we might more profitably acknowledge them and then try to see the unexpected ways in which an unavoidably limited ‘I’ or ‘we’ also speaks outside its particular perspective. My “we” … is constantly crossing over into the territory of other “we’s.”

    (Homos 8–9)

    This constant crossing over is not assimilation or communion but rather the discovery of oneself already inaccurately replicated in the world. Nonetheless, while it might sound strange, I argue that Bersani’s inaccurate replication is a means or mode of conversion. Not in the sense of becoming something other than who or what one is, but of being converted to self via the discovery of formal and hence impersonal correspondences with other people and things with which one resonates but does not imitate or resemble, nor with which one identifies. Following this logic of likeness, in being like others one is more like oneself. This is conversion not via the logic of difference (i.e., of changing) but of sameness.20

    The likeness borne by incongruity is what is meant by the aesthetic, as it provides the syntax for thinking undivided being, a form of thinking that is neither that of philosophical abstraction, metaphysical speculation, or epistemological discursive language, but empirical sense and perception. This is because sense operates via the incongruous—because things in the world and our sense of them are not divided from the world, but are immanent to it, yet in ways that are not congruous (mastered and known) but incongruous (received and sensed).21

    Bersani’s aesthetics of inaccurate replication (including in the specific form of the monochrome) is not about changing, but instead staying the same through conversion—it is about becoming more intensely what one is, via infinite correspondences of form or color, and through vibratory resonances with other bodies, places, and things in the world. Less than an image, incongruous affinities and aesthetic configurations are co-terminus (neither precedes the other), and likeness is the motor of their co-immanence. As Bersani and Adam Phillips have both argued, art is the principle means by which we partake in these ontological reconfigurations of forms. As Phillips puts it in his book On Wanting to Change, “the ingenuity of conversion was [is] in its enigmatic transformations … in conversion we are at our most artful” (24).

    o

    In 2017, artist Glenn Ligon curated an exhibition at the Pulitzer Arts Foundations in St. Louis titled Blue Black. The title of the show was derived from the eponymous work by Ellsworth Kelly, Blue Black (2000; fig. 1).22 As Ligon describes it in his curatorial statement, “[t]he exhibition was conceived as a meander through blue and black, a meditation on the formal, political, and metaphysical ways the colors have been used, and an attempt to reveal the conversations artists have set up between them.” While interested in the politics of color, including in forms of racialization and racial identity, Ligon was also entering into an extended dialogue with Kelly’s career-long exploration of the impersonality and anonymity of color, in which color is not something artistically chosen or made, but exists, chromatically, as already-made.23

    Fig 1.
    Ellsworth Kelly (1923–2015)
    Blue Black, 2001
    painted aluminum
    336 ✕ 70 ✕ 2 1/2 inches (853.4 ✕ 177.8 ✕ 6.4 cm)
    Pulitzer Arts Foundation, St. Louis.

    © Ellsworth Kelly Foundation, image courtesy Ellsworth Kelly Studio

    The monochrome is a form of chromatic oneness, of color undivided from itself.24 And yet, the monochromatic is not a uniformity of color, but instead perceptually operates via a non-identitarian and non-enigmatic sameness. Kelly’s vertically oriented Blue Black consists of two symmetrically arranged monochromatic blocks of color, one blue (on the top) and one black (on the bottom). As Jean-Luc Nancy states, color is not autonomous, but “is a form that needs something other than itself in order to exist” (54). As he goes on to say, “to distinguish one color from another, you need rupture, which is drawing in the general sense, that is to say the line” (54). The rupture of which Nancy speaks is the moment of incongruity, of a chromatic variance or shift that occurs from one color to another. It is the line that (non)divides blue and black, yet a line that is only traced as the incongruous conjuncture of that blue and that black form. “Color needs line in order to exist, but on the other hand, there is nothing visible without color. A colorless line is no longer a line” (54). The chromatic line is made from out of that shared edge, “belonging” to both and to neither blue and / nor black at once, there where the two colors are opened to the outside.25 For as Nancy goes on to say, “[c]olor is an expression in the most literal sense: it’s the pressure outwards, a summons to the outside” (54). Through the incongruous juxtaposition of blue and black, Kelly and Ligon are chromatically and incongruously drawn together and co-exposed.

    A color’s identity is demoted through the intensity of its monochromatic saturation, where the color begins to vibrate and resonate and comes to correspond with other colors, forms, surfaces, and things. It is in this way that, somewhat ironically, the monochrome is the lessening of color’s difference through the heightening of chromatic saturation and intensity, thereby resonating with the outside, becoming more than what it is and inaugurating an “aesthetic solidarity” via the chromatic (Tuhkanen, Speculative 74). The same incongruity of color is evident in Kelly’s other monochromatic diptychs and polyptychs, by which blocks of undivided color are brought together—noncompositionally, which is also to say, non-congruently. I want to suggest that here, too, we encounter the relation that Bersani sketched out, one of unfinished virtuality rather than actualized completion.

    In Colors for a Large Wall (1951; fig. 2), one of Kelly’s earliest and now most iconic works, the monochromatic colors of each of the sixty-four square canvas panels are already made, having been found by the artist while living in Paris, in the form of the pads of colored construction paper familiar to French schoolchildren. For Kelly, these already-made colors only need to be impersonally replicated and need not be composed but incongruously configured. Yet this replication of color was inevitably inaccurate, accounting in this way for the singular intensity, density, and texture of any color—which is also to say, its plurality. As Nancy observes, “[t]he importance of texture can be understood if one tries for example to transfer the green of a tree leaf to a sheet of paper or a piece of cloth. On a different surface, the green changes its aspect, its gleam, its flesh” (54).26

    Fig 2.
    Ellsworth Kelly (1923–2015)
    Colors for a Large Wall, 1951
    oil on linen, sixty-four joined panels
    94 1/2 ✕ 94 1/2 inches (240 ✕ 240 cm)
    Museum of Modern Art, New York.

    © Ellsworth Kelly Foundation, image courtesy Ellsworth Kelly Studio

    Note that these quotations of Jean-Luc Nancy on color derive from the series of conversations he had with Adèle van Reeth on the topic of “jouissance” or “coming,” and that this is one of the first signals of the unfinished virtuality of color, color’s event, movement, and vibrational intensity. Indeed, Nancy will say that “there is a rhythm of colors presented in painting. A painter’s palette [for Kelly, the colors found on it are impersonal and already unmade] expresses his [sic] rhythmic relationship to colors” (53). Color is the chromatic movement of a shared rhythm between bodies and surfaces, light and dark. Bersani and Dutoit see this rhythmic relationship as extending to the viewer or spectator and the latter’s body and presence in relation to the painting. Thus, as I have suggested above, this rhythmic rapport is shared between Ellsworth Kelly and Glenn Ligon, and between Kelly’s Blue Black and each of the other singular instantiations of that configuration of colors, in an exhibition, Blue Black, that in its “oneness” was articulated through the logic of incongruity: of blues, of blacks, and of each work in the exhibition with the others.

    This is key for Bersani’s thinking against “immobilizing knowledge,” and stable, immobile aesthetic forms, including what he and Dutoit refer to as “a myth of blocked fusions … an art [that] legitimizes a comfortable belief that the movements constitutive of existence in real space … can be stopped” (Arts 102). In this respect, Kelly’s monochromes operate as forces of mobilization and resistance of empirical forms and bodies, the somatic attunement to others and the world that defines incongruous being in all its unfinished potential. As the authors argue, Mark Rothko (and, I suggest, Ellsworth Kelly) subverts the foreground-background distinction of pictorial composition through “the reduction of differences in hues” (Arts 106)—in Kelly’s case, specifically blues. This is a non-contrasting aesthetics of color; in other words, it verges on chromatic oneness or likeness as opposed to difference. In this de-differentiation of color lie “the conditions of uncertain readability that make problematic the tracing of boundaries in the space outside of art” (108)—a compositional ambiguity of things in space (i.e., aesthetic correspondence)—that affirms what the authors refer to as “the world’s uncertain visibility” (217, n.10).

    Undoing the frame, Rothko and Kelly both undo the spaces of the presumed subject and its division from the world. Instead, as Bersani and Dutoit argue, the artists present the preparatory conditions to the making of a visible subject but not the visible subject itself (Arts 105). The painting or in Kelly’s case the wall sculpture, would then be the trace of this fore-scene, the coming-to-appear that otherwise, as the very transiting and transience of existence, eludes us. “[Rothko’s] art—perhaps like all art—renders concrete a coming-to-appear that, in our perception of appearances outside of art, we are always too late to perceive” (121).27 Art is a primary instantiation of potentiality as always bearing the force of impotentiality, that is, that being need not be, and that in its being and becoming, being is always already unbecoming, thereby affirming the irreducible and ineradicable contingency and indeterminacy of existence. Bersani and Dutoit observe that “[p]erhaps only in art is the contingency of contingency materialized. Only in art do we see the contingent forms that map space almost not being traced” (121).

    This is what the Rothko paintings in the Houston chapel perform, according to Bersani and Dutoit: the disappearance that is the source of the coming and becoming, that is, being’s infinite finitude. The aesthetic is a violation of the force of finitude, disappearance, and extinction. There are those (Rothko, Rauschenberg, González-Torres, to name a few) who take this force as their medium and technique and who have created works that are not aesthetics of disappearance or extinction but disappeared aesthetics and extinction aesthetics (as I have previously theorized), wherein not only visual perception but even the aesthetic is demonstrated to be irrelevant. One is left not with a fragment, or perhaps even a gesture or vestige, but the separated spacing that supports and refuses every gesture and vestige, or perhaps affirms what any gesture or vestige might be. As Henri Bergson says, “the very permanence of … form is only the outline of a movement” (qtd. in Ingold and Simonetti 19).

    As we are aware, dark colors recede (retreat, move back and away from) and bright colors advance (approach and move forward) toward the viewer, due to the ways in which the human eye perceives and processes color (Bersani and Dutoit, Arts 94). In the works of Rothko and Kelly, this rhythmic back-and-forth of color is the mobility of forms (116), where colors and works float, making it difficult to locate “where forms have ‘stopped’” (111). Floating monochromatic colors are non-volitional in their vibratory movement toward multiple directions they “have not yet taken”: “They float because they have not ‘chosen’ the direction in which they will move” (111), and thus they are without end or goal. Having already noted the vibrational intensity of Kelly’s colors, I quote at length from Arts of Impoverishment on the undivided path of this non-directional movement:

    An Ellsworth Kelly painting produces an impression of shimmering, a kind of elasticity in the color that appears to project it toward the viewer … We call this vibrational because it is not a completed movement, and in a sense it is a pseudo-movement. A Kelly yellow [as in Train Landscape, fig. 3] doesn’t exactly move from the painting to the viewer; rather, the viewer perceives the color as a sort of trembling arc along which there are only identical points [no interruptions or divisions]. It is as if the color were stretching itself out in order to relate to itself. But perhaps we should think of such shimmering as nonrelational [incongruous] … There are no locatable points along that trajectory since the “movement” has no intervals; it consists in the vibrating of sameness rather than in the construction of a differentiated space.

    (117)28,29

    Fig 3.

    Ellsworth Kelly (1923–2015)
    Train Landscape, 1953
    oil on canvas, three joined panels
    44 ✕ 44 inches (111.8 ✕ 111.8 cm)
    Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago. Long term loan.

    © Ellsworth Kelly Foundation, image courtesy Ellsworth Kelly Studio

    The monochrome, in the vibratory intensity of its floating chromatic oneness, harkens back to a cosmic myth of the origin of light and color and form, “of space as nothing but undifferentiated light or the unadulterated intensity of a single color” (Arts 119). In the closing of intervals that otherwise structure distinctions and differences, there is nothing left to see, and no longer any place to which one is headed. There is, instead, a sense of oneness that may be the elimination of time and space, as we have come to metaphysically understand these conditions. As the authors describe: “Struck blind and immobilized: in the unbounded communications of universal identity, to be anywhere is to be already everywhere, and movement itself becomes superfluous when being is characterized by unconstrained mobility” (140). This immobility or stillness is what Bersani has named “spirit” or in at least one case, “spirituality” (143).

    The sameness or likeness of Kelly’s Blue Black is partly due to the nearness of monochromatic color, of the monochrome as chromatic nearness—and oneness—that, as Plotinus defined nearness, stands apart qualitatively without interval. Bersani, Dutoit, Kelly, and Ligon occupy the same non-relational space (that is, non-divided, non-differentiated), a space of refraction (or diffraction, or perhaps simply “fraction” but not reflection). In Kelly’s Blue Black and Ligon’s exhibition, blue and black are affirmed as mutual intensifications of each other: so black that it’s blue, and so blue that it’s black. Chromatic saturation yields to chromatic indifferentiation, or what Moten has theorized as “blur.”30

    This is an aesthetic intuition shared with Barry Jenkins and what his film Moonlight (2016) does with black and blue in the context of rethinking race and racialization; identity and anonymity; temporality and sexuality.31 For me, as for Bersani, this proximity in which colors are cast as “almost identical” makes it “difficult to give a narrative account of that relation,” such that we can say that blue and black (Kelly’s, Ligon’s, Jenkins’s, and Bersani’s), are “related by nearly reflecting each other; they have no story to tell other than that of an inaccurate replication” (Arts 118). In my recent essay on Jenkins’s remarkable film, I discuss blue and black in terms of race, cosmology, masculinity, sexuality, and the (incongruous) chromatics of the kairos moment—that time and temporality when black becomes blue. The experience of the latter’s finitude is of a potentially infinite endurance, keyed to that transience and potential loss, neither to mourning nor melancholia, but rather to a different (non-psychological) ethical-aesthetic mode of being black, being blue. Blue black: where color is the light of darkness, as in the moonlight of Jenkins’ film, or Moten’s “deep midnight of category’s beyond,” or the twilight in a poem from Terrance Hayes’s collection, American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin, which reads, in part,

    Probably twilight makes blackness
    Darkness. And a gate. Probably the dark blue skin
    Of a black man matches the dark blue skin
    of his son the way one twilight matches another.

    (9)

    The sonnet opens with “probably,” which is then repeated four more times, with the last iteration being the one quoted above. A cadence of likelihood and uncertainty in the present tense marks the rhythm of the poem, which is equally interrupted by the past tense of “something happened” with the subject of each such event left unnamed, perhaps because, as the poem tells us, “The names alive are like the names / In graves.” Instead, the repeated acknowledgement that something happened is borne by the names of American cities:

    The poem attests to the non-redemptive double valence of twilight, the crepuscular, that, as we read at the very opening of the poem, “probably … makes blackness dangerous / Darkness. …” and toward the end the poem, as quoted above, probably makes darkness not a predicate of blackness, but makes blackness as darkness, a gate. With the doubling of the word “matches,” we realize that it is through the incongruity of a chromatic likeness, “dark blue skin,” that a mobile space of passage—perhaps an exit, perhaps aporetic (or both at once)—is probable or likely. Yet clearly Hayes is getting us to think about how the generational inheritance of racialized violence that move across and is mapped “almost everywhere” might stop.

    Curiously and importantly, this might call for a momentary cessation of movement, including of vision. This is a new kind of immobility of perception: not via the forced inscription of distinct boundaries and differences but “by the discovery of an unmodulated sameness that makes mobility superfluous” (Arts 120), and that might lead to “blocked vision,” the title of Bersani and Dutoit’s chapter on Rothko. For as the authors state, “[i]n a world where everything repeats itself”—that is, in a world of unlovable oneness—”there is perhaps no need to see” (137). Until that happens, we remain in a world full of commotion, generated by desires for congruent visions, images, and colors of difference.

    John Paul Ricco is Professor of Comparative Literature, Visual Studies, and Art History at the University of Toronto, where he is Lead Curator of the Sexual Representation Collection at the Bonham Centre for Sexual Diversity Studies. He is a theorist working at the juncture of contemporary art, queer theory, and philosophy, noted for his work on aesthetics and ethics; sexuality and intimacy; and eco-deconstruction. Ricco has coedited special issues of Parallax and Journal of Visual Culture on Jean-Luc Nancy, and most recently, a special issue of differences on Leo Bersani. He is the author of The Logic of the Lure, and The Decision Between Us: Art and Ethics in the Time of Scenes (both University of Chicago Press) and has just completed the third volume in his trilogy on “the intimacy of the outside,” titled Queer Finitude.

    Notes

    1. “Merde alors” was first published in October 13, 1980, pp. 22–35, and then republished twice, first in Stanford Italian Review, vol. 2, no. 2, 1982, pp. 82–95, and then nearly forty years after its original appearance in Receptive Bodies. All references to this essay will be to the final republished version in Receptive Bodies. I thank Eleanor Kaufman for the reference to the 1982 publication; and I want to thank both her and J. D. Rhodes for their incredibly insightful engagements with this material. See Kaufman; and Rhodes.

    2. An early version of this essay was written as a short paper for “Unlovable,” the thirtieth annual Comparative Literature Conference, organized by graduate students at the Centre for Comparative Literature, University of Toronto, 24–25 March 2023. I want to thank Ben Koonar, William Hunt, and Julian Stuart, the student organizers, for the invitation to participate on the faculty roundtable, and to my copanelists and colleagues Barbara Havercroft and Haytham Bahoora, and members of the audience, for their questions and comments.

    3. For a discussion of Christopher Bollas’s notion of non-repressed consciousness, in the context of Bersani’s engagement with Bollas, see: Tuhkanen, Speculative, 191ff.

    4. For further discussion of the concept of incongruity in Bersani’s work, see my recent article, “Incongruity.” Some of that discussion will, by necessity, re-enter my discussion here.

    5. For another stunning example of Bersani’s incongruous method, see his essay, “Force in Progress,” in Receptive Bodies, where he reads alongside each other, an anecdote told by analyst Susanne Hommel about an incident during her analysis with Jacques Lacan, Lars von Trier’s film Melancholia, Kimberly Pierce’s film, Boys Don’t Cry, and D. H. Lawrence’s Women in Love.

    6. For a discussion of the role that the figure/figural (specifically in the work of Lee Edelman) and social recognition (specifically in the work of Judith Butler) has played in queer theory, see Tuhkanen, Speculative. For a theory of ethical-aesthetic sociality of the un-named, including the anonymity that lies in any name, see Ricco, “Commerce”

    7. For a recent critical engagement with the censorious moralizing that pervades much of the contemporary political climate and its impact on the creation and reception of art, see Greenwell. While making a strong case for the ethical—indeed in his language “moral”—virtue of filth and that which is sexually discomforting, repellent, and offensive, Greenwell ultimately finds, as in his previous criticism and literary work, a form of theological—specifically apophatic—redemption in abjection, at various points speaking of the latter as “beatitudinal,” and being certain of filth’s literary figurations and syntactical configurations as “a formula for sainthood.”

    8. As sexual creatures, “gay men make visible, and what straight spectators find so fascinating” [compelling and appalling, seductive and intolerable, at once] as Tuhkanen explains, “is the undoing of subjecthood itself, subjecthood that functions as the object and anchor for exercises of power” (Speculative 86). Paraphrasing Bersani’s argument in “Is the Rectum a Grave?” Tuhkanen further explains that “behind homophobia is people’s terror and revulsion at the avidity with which (some) gay men submit to this jouissance, the deadly loss of control—la petite mort—that seduces us as a reminder of our aporetic origins”—this, opposite the destructive sociality of straight desire (141). For a rousing polemic on the deplorability of sex, see Davis and Dean.

    9. “In the course of rather passively reflecting on some recognizably ‘significant’ topic (intimacy, the history of knowledge and of subjectivity, the relation between having sex and being social), I am often struck—it’s a kind of mental lightning effect—with what I know has to be the first sentence of my next piece of writing” (Bersani, “Broken” 415).

    10. In an email interview with David Collard in 2013, McBride at one point speaks of “the moment just before language becomes formatted” (About 135).

    11. In a talk given on June 26, 2014, Jacqueline Rose describes McBride’s novel as crafted not around “trauma as unspeakable,” but rather as “traumatized speech with no exit” (qtd. in Collard 221). And to quote Bersani and Dutoit, we might say that, through ungrammatical, truncated, and elliptical syntax, A Girl “keeps us from focusing directly on narrative centers of violence” (Receptive 10). Finally, my point about the unnarrativizable is meant to echo Bersani’s estimation of the value of psychoanalysis. He writes, “Psychoanalysis insists on speaking what can’t be spoken, on theorizing an inherently untheorizable bodily psyche” (Receptive 29).

    12. Replacing “moments” with “words” in the following quotation, we can read Bersani’s critical estimation of the distinction of Robert Wilson and Alain Robbe-Grillet’s early work as equally applicable to McBride’s novel: “[n]o one moment in Wilson’s work seem[s] designed to be more dramatic or more significant than other moments” (Bersani, Future 281).

    13. I want to acknowledge Mikko Tuhkanen’s recent attention to the disposition of “to the side” as it appears and functions in Bersani’s work, and Jacques Khalip for his formulation pertaining to that which is not or “never for us”—itself of an echo of Franz Kafka’s oft-cited comment that “there is hope, but not for us.”

    14. In his review of the novel, Joshua Cohen writes about this tension between mobility and immobility: “McBride opposes her narrator’s unbridled fluency, which is her vitality, to the myriad forces—the family, nuns, priests and men, many men—that would arrest it into clauses, laws, rules and diagnoses, and it’s this opposition that provides the cohering drama.”

    15. Laura Mulvey notes that “Sadism demands a story” (Tuhkanen, Speculative 178), while Wills writes: “A woman wanting an abortion has to be able to provide a legible narrative, to tell a good story” (20); and “You have to have a good story … even if that story is attenuated to almost nothing” (20–22).

    16. Bersani and Dutoit write, “It is as if fascinated adherence … [is] finally, identical to a certain detachment” (Receptive 13). This is a “subversive passivity,” a “vertiginous passivity” [or receptivity or registration] and “non-imitative recognition” (Receptive 12, 13).

    17. These sentences are also the opening to my essay, “Incongruity.”.

    18. The opposite of this are personal correspondences, sovereign reflections, and reinforcements of the ego in its appropriating mastery of others and the world.

    19. Bersani and Dutoit write that there is “a joke in nature itself, the joke of a frequent bad fit between the repertory of forms and the repertory of identities” (Forms 57).

    20. To clarify, this is not personal narcissism but what Bersani and Adam Phillips theorize as homo-or impersonal narcissism that involves sameness “becoming more like itself” (Intimacies 82–86).

    21. Being is incongruous. This has tremendous political and ethical implications, as when it comes to incongruous gender presentation; inter-racial couplings and racially “mixed” social subjects; serodiscordant sexual relations; differently abled bodies; the alliances of solidarity and coalition politics; and various things that prove not to be “mutually exclusive.” As the afterlife of the antisocial, incongruous sociality is exemplified by the dissatisfaction with assimilationist and separatist politics, and the liberal desire to be (for) inclusion; while also averse to the identical equivalencies advanced by mainstream gay and lesbian politics (“love is love”). Theoretically, and on an ecological register, incongruous ethics is opposite New Materialist congruences of the human and the nonhuman and the ontological flattening of categories.

    22. We note that when more than one color appears in the title of a Kelly work, the names of the colors are not divided or separated by any punctuation marks such as a comma. This is yet another indication of incongruous chromatic oneness. This also corresponds to the complete lack of commas in McBride’s novel. In turn, the monosyllabic names of colors in Kelly’s titles are like the many monosyllabic words that populate McBride’s novel.

    23. Because of Kelly’s aesthetic of impersonal or anonymous and already-made or found color and geometric abstraction, I see his works as being even better suited to Bersani’s aesthetics than Rothko. Following on Bersani’s deployment of Baudelaire’s non-Platonic notion of idealization, we can say that Kelly’s colors are idealized in the sense of opening onto an infinite series of aesthetic correspondences that exceed any predication or identity category, via incongruity, virtuality, and the unfinished.

    24. In a recent review of Yve-Alain Bois’s art historical memoir, An Oblique Autobiography (2022), Hal Foster notes that “For Bois one modernist solution was to ‘abolish composition by suppressing division per se (the monochrome) or by adjusting this division so that it became an index of the surface in question (modular grid; symmetry; deductive structure; adequation of figure and field.’”

    25. Following Fred Moten, we can say that this line of incongruity that marks the non-division of blue and black (what he will theorize as “blur”) is “to the side of compositional line” and “a way of making space against the edge of color” (227, 228).

    26. To this comment by Nancy we can add Bersani and Dutoit’s own definition of the color green which is, they write, “never given [it’s not a primary color] but is the result of a process: not only of a blending of blue and yellow but also of a periodically renewed maturation in nature … Green is a color that becomes” (Arts 110).

    27. As Ingold and Simonetti put it in their reading of Lucretius, “We mortals perceive the resultant forms, but not the movement that gives rise to them. That is why, as Lucretius explains, despite the veritable commotion of its material constituents, ‘the universe itself seems to be standing still’” (18). Here we might glimpse Bersani’s own thinking on stillness and mobility, and the distinction that he posits between matter that moves and spirit that is still. Yet in the case of the latter, this is a spiritual stillness opposite the immobilizing force of difference, instead of being a stillness that enables a sense of the infinite becoming of being as precisely the source, condition, and impossible-to-fully-experience force of existence. It is this force that stills us, just as it also propels us. In their work, artists present the simultaneity of this tension.

    28. Train Landscape (1953) was inspired by a train trip that Kelly took in the fall of 1953 from Paris to Zurich, during which he discovered, in part thanks to the movement of the train through the countryside, an abstraction of empirical nature into three possible horizontal bands. The latter were then translated into the three panels of Train Landscape, based upon a series of tripartite diagrams that Kelly sketched in his notebook while on the way to Zurich, looking out the train window. What we might imagine Kelly saw and then was able to replicate, was a shift from movement to stillness, specifically what might be described as a monochromatic stillness (of the landscape as one moves through it), that in the form of the painting of sameness, likeness, or chromatic oneness does seem to imply the ultimate irrelevance of movement—a point I take up at the end of my essay.

    29. This would seem to be in implicit contrast to Zeno’s paradox and its understanding that “the trajectory of a solid body, like an arrow in flight, can be resolved into an infinite series of fixed points” thereby famously raising the question, “how can it move at all?” (Ingold and Simonetti 22). What Zeno did not account for is the possibility that any moment might be the instant of a movement, and that there is momentum in each moment. For my own theorization of the momentum of the kairos moment, see “Mourning, Melancholia, Moonlight.”

    Whereas Zeno abolishes motion via his observation of fixed points in space, Bersani hints at the abolishing of motion via the observation of the absence of spatial intervals or divisions. Yet like my own insistence (in the “Moonlight” essay) on there being momentum (or perhaps movement, or not) in any single moment, Bersani too, argues that the moment is vibratory and that in this shimmering vibration coheres a non-differentiated space of sameness or likeness—an incongruous relation that cannot be defined in terms of identity or any other form of predication.

    30. In terms of the othering by racial categorization, something similar happened in Ligon’s curatorial project in St. Louis, as is represented in Andre Gide’s The Immoralist (1902): the inaccurate replication of forms, surfaces, and colors that serve impersonal desires between various racialized and non-racialized bodies. For Bersani’s discussion of the Gide novel, see Homos; and for a discussion of Bersani’s treatment, see Tuhkanen, Speculative 161ff. Just as Bersani thinks homosexuality without sexuality; here I want to think about color without racialization.

    31. Anonymity (the name of no one name) is the nameless condition in which the many (name no one) is found in the one (the singular). Everything is like everything else, and epistemological discourse and naming point to an original moment (impossible to access) when any one thing did not have a name or was known by that name, but instead was simply an un-named existent. In our everyday experience, we encounter other things as existing without knowing what they are or their proper name (think of birding, or cruising).

    In making this reference, we note that as a very young boy, and partly as a diversion from the speech impediment that he had developed, Ellsworth Kelly was introduced to birdwatching and this remained a favorite activity throughout his life. Birdwatching, and in particular the identification of species, relies upon the skill of discerning shapes and colors, something that is difficult to do oftentimes, from one bird to the next. For my earlier writing on the ethics and aesthetics of anonymity see: Chapter 1 “Name No One Man,” and Chapter 2 “Name No One Name,” in Ricco, John Paul. The Decision Between Us: Art and Ethics in the Time of Scenes. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2014; and Ricco, John Paul. “The Commerce of Anonymity.” Qui Parle 26, no. 1 (June 2017): 101–42.

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  • Built on Sand: Situating Extractive Economies in the Mekong Delta

    Michaela Büsse (bio)

    Abstract

    This essay discusses the author’s experience doing field work in the Mekong Delta in Vietnam, and suggests that the messy entanglements between sand mining, real estate development, and local life afford an analysis that is both situated in and attentive to the global economies of sand. Thinking along the ecological, social, economic, and political dimensions of shifting sands not only challenges systematic analysis; it also affects how we conceive of ourselves as researchers and the responsibility that comes with doing research.

    Situating this Contribution

    In 2018, I participated in a research residency organized by the Goethe Institute, Museum of Contemporary Arts and Design in Manila, and NTU Centre for Contemporary Arts in Singapore.1 Titled “Nature and Urbanity: Acts of Life,” the residency explored the entanglements between nature and urbanity. Over the period of one month, split among Manila, Singapore, and numerous field visits, fifteen other residents and I tackled questions such as “What is the impact of technology on the urban and natural environment?” and “How has technological development affected both the visual arts and what it means to be human?” The residency marked my first stay in Southeast Asia and was a crucial experience in the formation of my multi-year research project on the material politics of land reclamation.

    Upon arrival in Manila, my theoretically-informed research interests were challenged by my experience of being in this megacity, witnessing its ongoing violent transformation and attuning myself to the material processes on site—specifically, the contested nature of sand mining and trading. The local curator often joked that my systematic mode of thinking, the static camera frames I seem to prefer, and my desire for an orderly everyday life (crossing the street without the feeling of danger, for instance) were “so Western.” She predicted that once we reached our second destination, Singapore, I would feel “at home” again. She was right. I must admit, never did I feel so German (or Western if you will) as during this residency. Escaping the hectic life of Manila and venturing into the manicured island that is Singapore, I felt a relief that was also a revelation. This experience of alienation—observing oneself from the outside, or at least to the extent that this is possible—allowed me to question the assumptions I had not recognized before.

    The often alarming situations with which I was confronted while visiting mining and construction sites and talking to people involved in or affected by reclamation processes transformed the abstract concepts of which I was aware before my field trips. This experience was important, but also made me question my role as an observer of and potential intruder into the livelihoods of others. I am deeply grateful for the trust and the openness with which I was welcomed and to everyone who generously shared their stories with me. While these personal encounters have been essential for my research project, I resist portraying individuals and their struggles, focusing instead on the socioeconomic and political processes with which these struggles are entangled.

    The fieldwork has taught me many things. First and foremost, it taught me about my responsibility as a researcher not to cement narratives of exploitation and victimhood, thereby denying others agency. While I am not neglecting the power asymmetries at play, or my own privileged position, I choose to highlight those encounters that I perceived as hopeful. In conjunction with dominant global structures of power, other lifeworlds flourish, enabled by them, in resistance against them, or in cooperation with them. In her research on resource extraction, anthropologist Macarena Gómez-Barris notes: “if we only track the purview of power’s destruction and death force, we are forever analytically imprisoned to reproducing a totalizing viewpoint that ignores life that is unbridled and finds forms of resisting and living alternatively” (3). Inspired by what she refers to as a “decolonial queer and femme episteme and methodology” (9), the selected vignette from my fieldwork is an invitation to engage with the ambiguous and situated nature of sand mining and land reclamation in the Mekong Delta.

    Thinking with and through Sand

    Sand, next to water, is the second most-used resource in the world (Peduzzi). It makes for seventy-nine percent of all aggregates extracted and traded every year, providing the building ground for human infrastructure around the world (Torres et al.). In the form of glass, steel, concrete, and most fundamentally, land, sand is the main ingredient of urbanization. Different kinds of processing result in different kinds of material: coarse sand for construction, medium-sized grains for reclamation, fine-grained sand for building mass. The granular nature of sand enables its smooth processing, whether transported in bags, via trucks, through pipes, or via ships. As a so-called common-pool resource (Torres et al.), sand is considered “free” and thus cheap to extract. Only its procurement and transport produce costs, which is why sand is usually extracted in the vicinity of its processing site (Lamb et al.). Furthermore, sand is constantly moving via the forces of wind and water, making it nearly impossible to quantify and regulate ownership. Mined more than any other material, it is surprising that there are only sparse records of the exact number of aggregates extracted every year. Rapid urbanization, especially in Southeast Asia and Central Asia, and the development of large-scale flood protection infrastructure are projected to lead to a steadily rising demand (Torres et al.).

    The huge consumption of sand and its fundamental role in society have only recently gained attention. Numerous journalistic (Beiser) and scientific accounts warn of the “looming tragedy of the sand commons” (Torres et al.) as well as of environmental concerns related to dredging and mining such as pollution, biodiversity degradation, and soil disturbance (Bendixen et al.; Larson), and illicit practices associated with the trading of sand (Magliocca et al.). The reality of sand mining is both dirty and messy. Legal and illegal activity are closely related to national and transnational politics. The exploitation of sand goes hand in hand with exploitative labor and environmental abuse. Furthermore, the creation of artificial land is as much an engineering effort as it is a political project, ensuring progress and economic growth above all. These messy realities often conflate climate change mitigation, real estate development, and speculation and cannot be navigated in any systematic manner.

    In the context of this research, sand acts as an “interscalar vehicle” that allows me to make connections between scales of activity that are usually thought of as separate (Hecht). According to anthropologist Gabrielle Hecht, “[w]hat makes something an interscalar vehicle is not its essence but its deployment and uptake, its potential to make political claims, craft social relationships, or simply open our imaginations” (115). Such a nonscalable, partial account attempts to avoid determinism when describing phenomena (Tsing, “Nonscalability”). Instead, the emphasis is placed on situated and nonlinear narratives that traverse historical facts, cultural significance, geological specificity, and economic and political forces alike.

    The “global assemblage” (Collier) of sand is constituted by the uneven and at times contradictory forces through which extractive capitalism unfolds and by which it is challenged. Political scientist Stephen Collier writes that “global assemblages are the actual configurations through which global forms of techno-science, economic rationalism, and other expert systems gain significance” (400). They persist across multiple social and cultural settings and transgress dichotomies of local and global. In the introduction to their edited volume on global assemblages, Collier and anthropologist Aihwa Ong point out that the composite concept “suggests inherent tensions: global implies broadly encompassing, seamless, and mobile; assemblage implies heterogeneous, contingent, unstable, partial, and situated” (12). Global assemblages therefore allow us to problematize entangled processes across different scales, bodies, and geographies.

    By bringing together Hecht’s material analytics with Ong and Collier’s analysis of the dynamics of global processes, I attempt to provide a perspective attentive to the specificities of place and their role within the economy of sand. Heather Swanson, Anna Tsing, Nils Bubandt, and Elaine Gan write that “somehow, in the midst of ruins, we must maintain enough curiosity to notice the strange and wonderful as well as the terrible and terrifying” (M7), suggesting that an ethnographic attentiveness is required both to challenge extractivism and to cultivate curiosity for the world around us. Emphasizing sand’s shifting state, physically and symbolically, allows us to see dominant structures and alternative openings in conjunction, not as mutually exclusive but entangled.

    By visiting mines, reclamation sites, planning departments, and engineering labs, I have gained the important insight that there exists no strict separation between registers of activity. Political ambitions and economic desires often guide extraction and development, but histories, geographies, and material activity pay their respective tolls. This messiness can never be fully captured or represented, but there are ways to engage inherent frictions that resemble stories rather than theories.

    Figs 1-2. Aerial view of a dredging site on the Mekong River close to Sa Đéc. Film still, Michaela Büsse and Konstantin Mitrokhov, 2019.

    Ends and Beginnings in the Mekong Delta

    The Mekong Delta in the South of Vietnam is not only the third largest river delta in the world but also a notorious site for illegal sand mining activities (Jordan et al.; Bravard et al.). A delta is an intertidal zone where a river reaches the sea and therefore salt and freshwater intermingle. It is a highly dynamic environment influenced both by seaborne and landborne processes: changes in sea level and river load, storms, floods, and erosion (Welland 97). Sand in the delta has been mined for centuries and exported to Singapore where it was—and, some claim, still is (Global Witness)—utilized as fill material to extend the city-state’s national territory. Since the early 2000s, stimulated by its economic growth, Vietnam began to invest in its own infrastructural development (Bravard et al.). It does so with the help of Dutch engineers for whom Vietnam, especially the low-lying delta, is a promising overseas market.

    The Mekong River originates in Tibet and flows through China, Myanmar, Laos, Thailand and Cambodia until it eventually enters the ocean in Vietnam. The delta extends over an area of forty thousand kilometers (Biggs and Cronon) where the river branches into several arms crisscrossing the landscape, making it into one of the most fertile grounds in the country but also highly prone to flooding and groundwater salinization. Locals also speak of the Mekong Delta as Nine Dragons (Cửu Long), referring to the number of its entry points into the South China Sea. However, this description fits the morphology of the Mekong Delta of about 1910. Since then, erosion, siltation, and flooding have altered the course of the Mekong and the number of its mouths.

    Sand dredging happens all along the Mekong, but the delta sees an especially high number of legal and illegal dredging operations because of its proximity to the sea and thus to the international market (Jordan et al.). While in some parts of the delta sand is being dug away in the secrecy of the night and sold at high prices to middlemen in Singapore (Global Witness), dredging boats operating just a few meters away might supply one of Vietnam’s official reclamation sites, at lower prices but driven by the promise of progress (Bravard et al.). Fueled by these simultaneous processes, the delta is steadily sinking, floods are occurring more frequently and livelihoods of the local communities are endangered. Both Vietnam and neighboring Cambodia officially banned the export of sand in 2009, but illegal trade continues to flourish (Nga; Nguyen and Pearson; Anh). Most of Vietnam’s sand resources have ended up in Singapore (Tuoi Tre News).2

    In their 2010 report Shifting Sand, NGO Global Witness revealed the corrupt nature of sand trading between Cambodia and Singapore. They particularly emphasize the mismatch between import and export in both countries, obscuring illegal practices and amounting to many times higher extraction than officially reported. There is no comparable report for Vietnam, but because of its geographical proximity and centuries of reported sand trade with Singapore, it can be assumed that Singapore’s growth had its toll on the delta. In more recent years, high demand for internal development and construction fuels ever more sand extraction (Bravard et al.). As a result of Vietnam’s economic growth, and as a means for further growth, the demand for infrastructure development rises. The resulting ecological and social implications are not to be taken lightly. While it is the specific morphology of the Mekong that accumulates plenty of sand and turns it into a paradise for miners, mining accelerates flooding in the low-lying intertidal zone (Jordan et al.). Intensified human use of the land, that is, the building of bridges, roads, and residential and commercial structures, further restrains the movement of matter. The Mekong Delta is thus steadily sinking while at the same time the sea level is rising. It is projected that the delta will be regularly flooded by 2050 (Kulp and Strauss).

    In Cần Thơ alone, a tourist hub in the Mekong Delta, almost twenty thousand people fear displacement because their houses are in danger of collapse (Vietnam News Agency, “Over”). After several years of eroding land, collapsing houses, and forced displacement, the government initiated the development of a warning system based on remote sensing (Vietnam News Agency, “Remote”). Still, repair work is slow, and ironically sandbags are deployed to fortify the riverbank. News reports of the silent disappearance of several strips of land frequently appear in the press (Nguyen and Pearson). There is also continuous reporting of illegal miners who come at night and disappear in the morning (Reed). As a result of the COVID-19 pandemic and social distancing regulations the situation has worsened, as miners could operate their business without getting spotted (Nga). Locals also suggest that it is the involvement of politicians in mining activities that leads to little or no prosecution at all (L. Hoang). Thus, they are resolved to fight sand extraction themselves by organizing night patrols and building weapons such as slingshots with which to hit intruders with stones and bricks (N. Hoang). While some resist sand extraction, others join forces with sand buyers. The high demand for sand in Southeast Asia makes the mining business much more lucrative than tourism or farming—the primary sources of income in the Mekong Delta (Anh).

    On my visit to the region, I encountered multiple dredging boats spread across a section of only a few kilometers. According to my local host, Yennie Nguyễn, sand dredging is so omnipresent that people do not even notice it anymore.3 The constant humming in the air has become a background noise as consistent as the smoke ascending from the kiln in her neighborhood—pottery-making is the specialty of this region. Yennie knows from reports in the press that the Mekong Delta is projected to sink rapidly, and she knows the shores are eroding. In fact, the bank across from her house on the other side of the river is eroding. She also knows about neighboring villages and their initiatives to stop illegal sand mining. Still, she returned to her home in Vĩnh Long after finishing university in Ho Chi Minh City to open a homestay at her parents’ place. Tourism in the Mekong Delta almost exclusively relies on this form of accommodation, which is also supposed to give visitors the authentic experience of staying with a Vietnamese family. Her family’s existence depends on this business and the business depends on Yennie. She taught herself English by watching TV. Pottery designed by her mother lends her homestay a special touch. Yenie was excited when I told her about my project, because she hopes someone will put a halt to sand exploitation. She feels she does not have any agency to bring about change herself. Instead of leaving the region and looking for a life elsewhere, she did what felt most obvious: join the tourist industry and contribute to the continuous urbanization of the delta. I feel very conflicted when I meet people like Yennie because of the asymmetries that brought us together. My research signals to them international awareness and raises hope that there will be pressure on the government to stop the mining and selling of sand. At the same time, the livelihoods of Yennie and her family are already intertwined with these practices, posing the need for much more complex solutions than just stopping the mining.

    On the day I left Vĩnh Long, Yennie arranges a skipper to bring me upriver to Sa Đéc. I chose this route because a geological survey indicates that this section of the river features heavy dredging activities (Jordan et al.). The river curves sharply approximately halfway along—a promising sign that sand will settle here. And in fact, once I reached the curve, there were so many dredging boats and sand storage vessels that I could hardly count them. The dredgers operate in small teams; one person runs the machine, while one or two others arrange the excavated sand in a pyramid shape, flattening the sides with shovels or by walking up and down the slopes. They use stationary dredgers attached to a floating platform with a grab head that can be released all the way down to the riverbed. When the dredger pulls the head out of the water, sand pours out of the slits in the grab head, lowering the effective volume of sand extracted and causing turbulence in the water. As a result, the water is brown, and patches of seagrass float atop the river.

    Most of the dredgers seem to leave their boats rarely. They work and live on their vessels that hold both the platform for the dredging machine and a shed for themselves. Some even keep plants on the boat. On other boats, I observed colorful laundry hanging on clotheslines stretched around the shed. Business requires them to stay mobile, able to follow the river to wherever sand deposits occur. It is unlikely that these are the men who make big money with sand. Like Yennie, they are just trying to make a living off the Mekong Delta, and the steady demand for sand secures their jobs. Those who extract illegally usually work under the cover of night and sell abroad at much higher prices. Both activities cause equal trouble but on different fronts. Legal or illegal are concepts to which sand is oblivious, that only matter in relation to the consequences extraction has on people in the region and Vietnam’s economy. Unregistered sand deprives Vietnam of potential revenue, draining the country of sand and thus of money (Global Witness).

    Figs 3-4. Dredgers operating on the Mekong River. Film still, Michaela Büsse and Konstantin Mitrokhov, 2019.

    The dredgers I encountered most likely supply sand for Vietnam’s own reclamation projects such as those in Ho Chi Minh City, the country’s largest city both in population and size, located at the gate to the Mekong Delta. In 2011, the Vietnamese and Dutch governments initiated a strategic alliance that would help redesign Ho Chi Minh City’s waterfront based on the example of Rotterdam. The homepage of the Vietnam Climate Adaptation Partnership (VCAPS) says: “The VCAPS consortium offers process management, advice on key issues and part of the outputs. In addition, the project provides possibilities for knowledge transfer and business development” (VCAPS Consortium, “Ho Chi Minh City”).4 The alliance focuses on the similarity between the two cities—port cities located in deltas—leaving largely untouched the significant differences between their political systems and living conditions. The climate adaptation strategy developed as part of the alliance copies many features of Rotterdam’s urban design strategy in order to promise not only a safe but also prosperous future for Ho Chi Minh City (VCAPS Consortium, Climate).

    As is the case in Rotterdam, Ho Chi Minh City will move its harbors outside the city center and towards the sea. This way, precious space will be freed for development. One of the recently cleared spaces includes Thủ Thiêm, a 647-hectare peninsula on the Saigon River across from the historic center of Ho Chi Minh City. Service workers with day jobs in the historic center used to live here amidst swamps and farmland (Yarina). In the early 2000s, Thủ Thiêm was drained in order to relocate the Central Business District away from the overcrowded District 1 and to a more presentable site—Thủ Thiêm New Urban Area. This “forgotten” piece of land, as it is described by urban researchers, had a central role to play in supporting the historic center, yet it was not recognized as urban (Phu Cuong et al.).

    In the Netherlands, waterfronts are seen as prime locations for commercial development, but Ho Chi Minh City, according to the consultants, was not yet leveraging this potential:

    The city’s river banks have a potential to contribute to the attractiveness of the city. In many metropolitan cities river fronts are the most attractive public spaces offering recreational areas to stroll and enjoy river views. River panoramas also often include bridges which can serve as icons for the city. At some locations in HCMC today, river fronts already offer great views over the Saigon and Nha Be rivers but this potential largely remains undeveloped. The river system currently contributes very little to a positive image of the city. Public access to the river is often blocked due to private property and motorways, and in some areas slums and unofficial housing make waterfronts unattractive places to spend time. To transform high quality river front areas into accessible public spaces will require appropriate city planning and support from key stakeholders and local communities.

    (VCAPS Consortium, Climate 40)

    From the Dutch point of view, the peninsula, understood as undeveloped land, thus offers opportunities to combine flood protection with commercial and residential facilities: seemingly a win-win solution. To this end, an already existing plan for Thủ Thiêm was reworked into a “future landmark” that combines sustainability, multifunctional usage, and iconic design (Sasaki Associates). The vision statement of the climate adaptation strategy gives an outlook of the imagined future of the site and its inhabitants:

    The year is 2100 and Ho Chi Minh City has become a true metropolis. Its pleasant living environment has throughout the century attracted a multitude of multinationals, talented people and investments. This is a great achievement considering the huge competition that exists between cities in the region. Providing a safe and pleasant environment proved to be of key importance in the 21st century, as natural threats from climate change had an ever-increasing impact on coastal and delta cities. Not the strongest cities of the 20th century have had most success in the 21st century. It was the cities best capable to adapt to changing circumstances that have become the most livable with vibrant economies.

    (VCAPS Consortium, Climate 5)

    Figs 5-6. Aerial view Thủ Thiêm New Urban Area in Ho Chi Minh City. Film still, Michaela Büsse and Konstantin Mitrokhov, 2019.

    Silent Resistance

    Construction at Thủ Thiêm started in 2005 and has so far included the building of three bridges linking the east, north, and the historic center of Ho Chi Minh City. In preparation for my visit, and because I need a geolocated site to use Grab, the local driving app, I browsed Google Maps for a promising location. A quick glance at the map revealed several sites already occupied by projects such as Eco Smart City, Empire City Viet Nam, The Metropole, or Lake View. The picture selection for these entries features a mix of renders and impressions from construction sites, making it difficult to assess whether these sites do in fact exist physically. But their existence as digital landmarks fulfilled my purpose. Their virtual presence in the form of a geotag on Google Maps allowed me to navigate the space—a space that I otherwise would not have been able to address through the interface of Grab. I randomly chose Lake View as my destination.

    As I entered the peninsula via the linkage at District 1, I was astonished to see such a vast plot of untouched land just across from the buzzing downtown area. Having been slightly overwhelmed by the intensity of the city center—like Manila, Ho Chi Minh City is way too busy for me—I caught myself feeling relieved because of the openness of the space. The driver took me along perfectly straight and smooth streets that were surprisingly big and uncrowded. Construction sites popped up here and there, but there was nothing to be found that would resemble one of the buildings from the rendered pictures. When we approached Lake View, a problem occurred: our car was not able to access any of the junctions that were supposed to lead to the development sites. They were blocked by barricades. I decided to hop out of the car and explore the area on foot. I spotted several people hanging out on their scooters on the other side of the barricades, which assured me that there was no immediate trouble to be expected from crossing the barricades. On the other side of the fence, a network of streets unfolded, intersecting each other orthogonally and by doing so framing perfectly square parcels of land. Some of the squares were swampy, others completely dry. In Sasaki’s master plan I found that the parceling of land selects some parts to be used for development while others become strategic watersheds (Sasaki Associates). The open system they promote transforms the irregular form of the peninsula into a grid, a structure that seems to provide easier management. On the parcel where I expected Lake View to be, I did not find a construction site. Instead, I discovered a group of locals, mostly middle-aged men, gathered to fly dragon-shaped kites. They were not alone. On the corner between two streets, I spotted some mobile food vendors selling lemongrass juice and colorful sweets to teenagers equipped with kites. At a crossing further along the street, another vendor sold kites. I was at an informal gathering for kite enthusiasts.

    As I curiously walked between the parcels, the site started to get busy. Entire families arrived, each squeezed together on a single scooter, and more men of all ages arrived with their kites on the backseat. More and more street vendors rushed by to cater to the crowd, announcing their presence by honking and shouting. It soon became noisier and more hectic, also because younger people who joined the gathering started to play music from their phones. Taken by this sudden change of scenery and the feeling that something special was unfolding around me, I decided to buy a lemongrass juice, walked around, and observed the kiters. Next to me, five men were busy trying to lift a huge kite into the air. Three of them were holding the kite while one started running, pulling the string attached to the kite, and the last one shouted something that I interpreted as commands for the runner. They failed at first, but when they managed to lift the kite into the sky everyone applauded. Children jumped across the street in excitement and teenagers posed casually for selfies with the flying kites in the background. A crowd of youngsters slurping colorful drinks observed me suspiciously while I observed them. One of them casually held a kite while the others browsed their phones and discussed funny clips they found on the Internet. I felt a bit like an intruder, because no one there spoke my language, nor did I speak theirs, and there was not a single tourist around. And while the spot cannot be a secret—there are numerous Instagram posts of the event—none of my local interlocutors mentioned the site as worthy of a visit.

    Lacking the right words to put this surprising experience into language, I resort to calling it magical. Amidst the barren land and a grid of streets that led to what is to become an opera house, a convention center, a marina complex, and a sports stadium, locals were embracing the opportunity to enjoy themselves and the open space. The colorful kites stood in stark relief to the cleared land with its empty streets; they brought back a sense of vibrancy that must have resided here once but is no more. At the same time, the playfulness of the scenery carried a hopeful connotation.

    As darkness fell, I tried to find my way back to one of the locatable spots on the map on the other side of the fenced area. Walking towards the main street, I passed by the construction site for The Metropole. Not much was to be found there aside from a poster promoting the project with the catchy slogan, “Tomorrow’s dreams today.” Whose dreams these are becomes obvious when looking at the project’s homepage. SonKim Land, awarded Best Boutique Developer in Vietnam, operates in the high-end real estate market, describing its clients as having “a strong financial background, aesthetic taste and personality” (SaigonRealty). Who exactly these clients are remains to be seen, but SonKim Land, Sasaki, and the climate adaptation strategy agree who are not their clients—the informal community that previously lived here. Maybe there is nothing special about people flying kites on a reclamation site in the middle of Ho Chi Minh City, but to me this informal gathering felt very special. Once the land has been settled, the barricades removed, and development continues, the kiters will be gone, too. Thus, flying their kites could be interpreted as a silent and peaceful form of protest, an act of temporarily reclaiming the space before others will claim it as Thủ Thiêm New Urban Area. I am grateful for this accidental encounter, because it makes me believe that despite the repeating patterns of domination, people continue to inhabit the cracks, if only for a short time.

    Figs 7-8. Kiters on the construction site of Thủ Thiêm New Urban Area. Film still, Michaela Büsse and Konstantin Mitrokhov, 2019.

    Conclusion

    My fieldwork in the Mekong Delta describes the complex simultaneity of gain and loss, development and exploitation, and human and non-human processes. It shows the persistence of dominant forms of urban design across geographies, yet elucidates the specificities of each site and their importance for place-making. Whereas land reclamation projects are driven by economic ambitions first and foremost, an emphasis on their specific histories and continuous material transformations provides ground to imagine lifeworlds differently. Tracing the flows of sand alerted me to instances that are easily overseen because they do not fit neat descriptions. Instead, the messiness of sociomaterial practices affords an analysis that focuses not only on extractive dimensions but also on contingencies, ruptures, and alternative openings (Tsing, Mushroom). Maybe it is in these temporary openings that we can locate transgression, and as Isabelle Stengers suggests, “slow down” reasoning. “How can I present a proposal intended not to say what is,” she asks, “or what ought to be, but to provoke thought; one that requires no other verification than the way in which it is able to ‘slow down’ reasoning and create an opportunity to arouse a slightly different awareness of the problems and situations mobilizing us?” (994).

    Sand’s ambiguous nature provides the backdrop that these stories and histories unfold upon, against, and through. And it is apparent that my encounters are only snapshots of a process continuously doing and undoing itself. As sand is shifting, so is the political climate. Rising sea levels will accelerate decomposition, rendering ephemeral the imaginaries attached to reclaimed land. While some will continue to fight this realization, others will be more pragmatic and inhabit the cracks. These relationships are not even, yet they are contingent in such a way that pinning them down to either/or is reductive. They exist with and at the expense of each other, their lifeworlds entangled, stretching beyond clear-cut separations.

    Michaela Büsse is a postdoctoral researcher at the Technische Universität Dresden working with the Chair of Digital Cultures, and Associated Investigator in the cluster of excellence “Matters of Activity. Image Space Material” at Humboldt-Universität zu Berlin. Her research focuses on sociomaterial transformations in the context of speculative urbanism, climate change mitigation, and energy transition. Drawing on elemental anthropology as well as feminist science and technology studies, she investigates how design practices and technologies govern environments and define who and what is rendered inhuman. Michaela’s interdisciplinary practice is research-led and involves filming, editorial, and curatorial work.

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    Footnotes

    1. The residency has been documented online at https://www.goethe.de/prj/aol/en/index.html.

    2. Singapore’s rather questionable sand policy has been the focus of many investigations and inquiries by activists and journalists. See Global Witness; Milton; Subramanian.

    3. Yennie Nguyễn and her mother operate a small homestay business in Vĩnh Long, right next to the Mekong River and a couple of local dredging sites. During my stay I had several informal conversations with her about my research project and she was incredibly supportive and welcoming. I am very grateful for her hospitality and for the many little favors that eased the logistics of travelling the Mekong Delta off the beaten track.

    4. As of August 18, 2022, the homepage of VCAPS is no longer accessible.

  • Fields of Commitment: Research Entanglements beyond Predation

    Mareike Winchell (bio)

    Abstract

    The boundaries of fieldwork not only define the scope of research but also circumscribe and delimit the bounds of responsibility. This essay proposes a return to the whereness of the field as an antidote to treating the powers of description and historical dispersal as absolute and uncontested. Linking classic critiques of social science’s mapping of nature and culture, of the authors and subjects of research, to contemporary debates about the ethics of field research and anthropology’s complicity with colonial systems of rule, it offers a reappraisal of the field as a ground from which to build new solidarities across incommensurable political and scholarly commitments. By approaching fields not as empty retainers but as comprised of and defined by research interlocuters and their politics, scholars can better account for global slippages and dispersals without subtly reviving the figure of an inert nature under duress, in/organic or otherwise.

    How do the boundaries of fieldwork—often known as “the field”—not only define the scope of research but also circumscribe and delimit the bounds of responsibility? This essay proposes a shift to such fields of commitment centered upon the entanglements that bind researcher and researched while also co-defining each in ways that neutralize fantasies of unmitigated access. Parting ways with poststructuralist critiques of subjectivism and objectivism alike, I propose a return to the where-ness of the field as an antidote to treating the powers of description and historical dispersal as absolute and uncontested. This requires fostering attunements to relations that exceed the facile positing of an object of study but stop short of imagining the domain of expertise, and global distribution, as limitless and without obstruction. Collaboration and compromise, rather than protection or predation, can offer routes of ethical relation that do not reproduce the model of the ethnographer as savior or intellectual vanguard who alone guards against absolute loss.

    Fieldwork, or human research as unfolding in a field of inquiry, spans back at least to the late nineteenth century. Writing in 1871, Edward Burnett Tylor specified the distinctiveness of a “field of inquiry narrowed from History as a whole to that branch of it here called Culture, the history, not of tribes or nations, but of the condition of knowledge, religion, art, custom, and the like among them” (5). Borrowing from natural history, including efforts to draw organic and inorganic nature into a comparative, evolutionary frame, Tylor insisted that “Culture” too could be traced through various stages and fields. Hence, “[j]ust as certain plants and animals are peculiar to certain districts, so it is with such instruments as the Australian boomerang, the Polynesian stick-and-groove for fire-making, the tiny bow and arrow used as a lancet or phleme by tribes about the Isthmus of Panama, and in like manner with many an art, myth, or custom, found isolated in a particular field” (8). Field here connotes the where of evolutionary culture, the more modest and particular place where “inorganic nature” can be classified and its laws of cause and effect recognized (2).

    Taking stock of this genealogy of fieldwork as a distinctive method and episteme of knowledge of Culture begs the question of whether there is something recuperable about this method. If the notion of a field as an object where research unfolds has historically been premised upon the colonial-era collapsing of landscapes, tools, and non-Western peoples, as Tylor’s words lay bare, is fieldwork worth defending? Is there something distinctive about such a method that could stand up against charges of obvious ethnocentrism? Can the slippages of subject and object, of researcher and researched, be rethought not as lines to be guarded but rather as a domain of relation that could afford a new, arguably urgent, reorientation to research at large (TallBear)? My approach emphasizes forms of accountability that emerge out of groundedness in a specific place of research. Rather than holding fast to the refusals of commitment that have defined the ethnographic method, could the field be reoriented as privileged sites of competing commitments, alliances, and compromises? Following TallBear, I call for “standing with” interlocuters, not as passive objects to be surveilled, but as political actors whose demands transform the research endeavor. Reorienting ethnographic research toward “compromise” can allow scholars to navigate field obligations in light of incommensurate ethical and political commitments while nonetheless remaining grounded by and accountable to specific places and research partners (Liboiron; Tuck and Yang 35).

    Questions about the ethics of “the field” and of “fieldwork” continue to spill beyond academic debates. On January 14, 2023, for instance, National Public Radio reported that the University of Southern California (USC) was to remove the word “field” from its curriculum, as well as named buildings on campus. USC’s School of Social Work decided to rename the Office of Field Education as the Office of Practicum Education. The article cites a USC memo as explanation: “This change supports anti-racist social work practice by replacing language that could be considered anti-Black or anti-immigrant in favor of inclusive language” (Heyward). It continued, “Language can be powerful, and phrases such as ‘going into the field’ or ‘field work’ may have connotations for descendants of slavery and immigrant workers that are not benign” (Heyward). The decision received mixed support, including by USC students. Students reportedly told the campus newspaper Daily Trojan that “they were unsure whether the term ‘field’ truly had racist connotations” (Heyward).

    This essay attends to the history and temporalization of “the field”—whether absolutely colonial in its trappings, or perhaps rather a response to colonial hubris and colonial destruction—in order to rethink its fraught ethics as a methodological where (Malinowski; Boas; Simpson, “Why”). Part 1: Culture as a Field of Inquiry attends to the transformations of the field and field methods in the wake of early social science and “ethnological” critiques of arm-chair anthropology. I then consider how the project of “salvage anthropology” was rooted in a recommitment to the field: to take stock of the losses of colonial expansion and cultural displacement, anthropologists would have to go to the field and collect the artifacts of destruction (Boas).1 As George W. Stocking points out (Race 212), with Boasian anthropology the humanist view of culture as absolute, progressive, and singular became the plural cultures of modern anthropology. Boas highlighted difference as indicative of cultural plurality rather than developmental inferiority. His work on the relative “plasticity of human types” sought to discredit racial (hierarchical) formalist approaches which presumed that race could be linked to mental capacity (Stocking, Race 170, 194). In staging this intervention, US ethnographers like Boas often appeared as virtuous proponents of cultural relativism, contravening racist and racialized depictions of non-Western peoples as incapable of adaptation and change.

    As Audra Simpson argues, that project of salvage went hand in hand with a “grammar of Indigenous dispossession” (“Why” 166). She points out that even as U.S. anthropologists sought to recover the rubble of colonial destruction, they also erased that destruction and their complicity in it to appear as sympathetic allies uniquely positioned to collect and record the shards of dying cultures. This was achieved in part through a definition of culture that suspended the researchers’ own complicity and their embeddedness in the historical formations they were ostensibly only studying. In this move, the political appeared as objectlike—as systems of governance and hierarchy that could be named and sorted (Simpson, “Consent’s”). But the ongoing settler colonial violence that led to the fragmentation of traditions and elicited Indigenous efforts to revive religious and political systems in order to reclaim sovereignty over people and land were left uninterrogated. This violence constituted a condition of possibility for the anthropological pursuit; it was, to use Edward Said’s language, what allowed the researcher to be there.2 And all this required and took place through a re/turn to the field. As other contributors to this special issue make evident, such questions of complicity and critique take on renewed urgency in the context of scholarly engagements with climate disasters the world over. Disasters like these urgently require new modes of scholarly attention and attunement. However, that attunement also risks further ensnarement in the fieldwork heroism and settler innocence against which Simpson warns.

    Given the yoking of field methods and Indigenous and Black dispossession, what of anthropological and social scientific methods? Whither fieldwork? What of the where of research? Part 2: Ethnography as Theory examines efforts to recast ethnography and the place of fieldwork in it. I focus on debates about the end of ethnography, including calls for methodological innovations that part ways with fantasies of objectivism that continued to guide ethnographic approaches to the field into the early twenty-first century (Clifford; Rosaldo; Ingold). While some scholars have called for abandoning the presuppositions of field and fieldwork, others have turned instead to a rethinking of ethnography as a mode of grounded theory that flourishes within the uncertainties and slippages of subject and object, researcher and researched (Haraway, “Situated”; Nader; Bonilla and Rosa; Marcus). What if researchers’ milieu is the field? What of digital ethnography? What of ethnographic approaches to fields that have no discrete where, such as ethnographies of world systems or global surveillance or the dispersals of matter responsible for climate change?

    With Part 3: Fields of Commitment, the essay closes by asking whether the field is overdetermined by its colonial origins. In dialogue with efforts to account for grounded sites (and fields) of refusal (lewallen), can the where of research be redeployed not to shore up discrete notions of place, ethnos, race, or objecthood but rather as an insistence on answerability to the political and ethical concerns that saturate a given problem-space at a given time. Doing so takes us a step beyond the ethics of witnessing, which maintains the observer’s partial distance and authority of moral judgement (Behar; Huang), to ask rather about vulnerabilities and grounded commitments that underlay all research, whether they are conceded by the researcher or not. While attunement to how research interlocuters’ concerns disrupt liberal formations of subjectivity and justice has been a key insight of critical ethnography (Mahmood), one that takes us beyond abiding tendencies to dismiss interlocuters’ opinions and perspectives as suspect,3 collaboration additionally points to modalities of inquiry that supplant a version of fieldwork based on the researcher’s exemplary spatial, relational, and political distance from the field.

    What answerability is opened by rearticulating, rather than abandoning, the field as such a scene of commitment?4 In closing, I propose a reorientation to the field, and fieldwork, that begins from the premise that interlocutors’ practices and activities articulate their own conceptual stakes. What kind of research unfolds from relations of “standing with” (TallBear) interlocutors, both as a spatial situatedness in a shared texture of relation and as a commitment to write from the place of that entanglement, what I elsewhere call the researcher’s “knotting” into the research (Winchell, After)? How can the claims that research interlocuters place upon scholars be accounted for not just as a retrospective process of giving-back but rather as integral to fieldwork design? This moves us toward understanding theory as already immersed in worlding practices in ways that do not depend for their revelation on the ethnographer’s magic (for instance, as the conjuring of theory from raw data, or as an intellectual or political vanguard). Allowing this slippage of field and theory into research holds the power to reframe scholarly commitments, disrupting tendencies toward depoliticizing the field as an expression of timeless Culture or, more common today, as an inexorable outcome of a corrosive, late capitalist present.

    Part 1: Culture as a Field of Inquiry

    For many social scientists, it seems obvious that “the field” is not natural: it is not inert matter but rather something generated in part through the activity of research. But this has not always been so, and indeed contemporary researchers, especially in the fields of geography, science and technology studies, and environmental anthropology, have pushed for a return to the nonhuman as a site of research. Tylor, discussed in the opening paragraph above, proposed the field to methodologically specify the study of “inorganic nature” by grounding philosophies of history in each site of inquiry. Culture here is not necessarily coterminous with tradition, but it is still singular: Kultur as an evolutionary arc of knowledge whose movement through stages anticipated and confirmed the exceptionality of modern man. This produces a conundrum: if “the field” can be extended to account for “inorganic nature,” how to distinguish that nature from that of the ethnographer? Or, put differently, if there is already more than one nature (organic and inorganic) and culture (here Kultur) is not universally shared among humans (Latour), how to distinguish object from subject, researched from researcher, in the tangle of an emerging ethnological research design?

    In fact, if human relation is not a priori, then intimacy becomes a problem for the ethnographer as the scientist of inorganic nature. Hence, Malinowski recounts: “I remember the long visits I paid to the villages during my first weeks; the feeling of hopelessness and despair after many obstinate but futile attempts had entirely failed to bring me into real touch with the natives, or supply me with any material” (4). Fieldwork is premised on the field not only as culture but also as a practice of being “close to a native village” as well as (frustrated) efforts to get “into real touch with the natives” (4). Eventually, of course, Malinowski discovers the “secret of effective field-work,” what he calls the “ethnographer’s magic” (6): “As usual, success can only be obtained by a patient and systematic application of a number of rules of common sense and well-known scientific principles, and not by the discovery of any marvellous short-cut leading to the desired results without effort or trouble” (6).5 The ethnographer’s magic hinges on his capacity—not only as ability but also as authority—to insert himself within “touch,” physical and relational, of “the natives.” The shared culture that could be posited through such ethnographic work relied upon predacious forms of imposed sociality and touch. Unsurprisingly, Malinowski’s piece reads like an anthropologist’s coming of age story, in which adolescent frustrations and childish faux pas give way to successful fieldwork.6 Later he writes: “With this, and with the capacity of enjoying their company and sharing some of their games and amusements, I began to feel that I was indeed in touch with the natives” (8). Mimicking this training of sensibilities of conduct, Malinowski descries learning to apply “deeper conceptions and discarding crude and misleading ones,” thereby “moulding his theories according to facts” (9). Fieldwork arises as transformation, both of the ethnographer’s bodily dispositions and theoretical attachments. Thus, he concludes, “the field worker relies entirely upon inspiration from theory. Of course, he may be also a theoretical thinker and worker, and there he can draw on himself for stimulus. But the two functions are separate, and in actual research they have to be separated both in time and in conditions of work” (9).

    Malinowski’s insights reveal how the study of non-Western people as “inorganic nature” is forged through the positing of the field not just as an empirical where, but as a site of the white man’s transformation: his reduction to childlike ignorance and his eventual formation as a different kind of person. Despite this, Malinowski defines the field as atheoretical, as a place of “rules and regularities” that must be “soberly” attended to (ii). Ethnography requires fieldwork be “taken up by men of science” (12) who commit themselves to the “collecting of concrete data” (13). In this way, the relational components of fieldwork—of imposed intimacy and refuted touch alike—fall away in lieu of a more materialist definition in which people are figured mainly through the idiom of a place: as elements of geography. Critical attention to this geographic formation of difference as achieved through the positing of “the field” is especially important today. Ecological debates are defined by climate change denialism and opposition to science both from the right and left, leading some scholars to explore alternatives to the poststructural critique of empiricism (Green). Moreover, in the turn to empiricism in the study of climate change, social scientific narratives at times erase oppositional subjectivities by recentering ruinous geographies in new materialisms. Here, as Max Ajl discusses, fields or rural hinterlands emerge as solutions to unsustainable urbanism. In this move, do unpeopled landscapes—the field as inorganic nature—slip back into our methodologies? What fantasies of access and capture underwrite such methodological designs and desires?

    Since its early enunciation, appeals to a science of the concrete presumed fieldworkers’ access both to the structure and to the spirit of the studied. Alongside collecting information about rules and regulations, tribal constitution and structure (what Malinowski calls the “skeleton”), the anthropologist has also to glean its “flesh and blood” or spirit: “the natives’ views and opinions and utterances” (22).7 This worried Malinowski, who thus asked whether this is possible given that “certain psychological states” cannot be put into words by actors themselves (22). “Without trying to cut or untie this knot, that is to solve the problem theoretically,” Malinowski turns to the “question of practical means” to overcome these difficulties. The question of knowability—of whether the white ethnographer can truly get “in touch” with the natives—is resolved through and as method. Ethnography, and scientific fieldwork in particular, offers the answer. The opacities of native life to ethnographic transparency are to be resolved through fieldwork, particularly by the white ethnographer’s forced physical and relational insertion into the field of the researched. This move erases the violent, colonial force that underlays such a method, instead celebrating the virtues of empiricism as an exemplary attunement to the object of study. Empiricism, even or precisely where shot through with “affective impulses” to arrange and order culture (Bunzl 17 citing Boas), offered a language by which to naturalize fieldworkers’ authority: their ability to be there.

    In her critique of Franz Boas and his fetishized place within American cultural anthropology, Audra Simpson challenges Boas’s The Mind of Primitive Man not as liberating Indigenous peoples from colonialism but rather as establishing a “dualistic binary regarding the value of cultural and bodily differences and their presumed vitality and value as well as their suitability for state and settler absorption” (“Why” 167). This binary determines how lines are drawn between “who will live and who will die within a new political state: who will be worthy of salvage, sympathy, and, ultimately, incorporation—enfranchisement and equality” (167). Boas works within the tide of the destruction of Indigenous life, which he sees as inevitable, a foregone conclusion. By positioning himself as an ally who recovers or salvages shards of culture before they are lost, Boas conceals that he “worked in concert with a settler state that sought to disappear Indian life and land in order to possess that land and absorb that difference into a normative sociopolitical order” (167). Simpson brilliantly clarifies what Malinowski conceals as the “scientific” method of fieldwork, premised upon proximity to “the natives.” Not only is this method abetted by colonial economic and political pursuits in those places, but ethnography itself in some ways buttressed the project of erasure. It promised to recover what was taken as valuable—the native’s place as illuminating global patterns of culture and human adaptation—thereby making ethnocide less appalling to Western eyes, as lost objects could nonetheless be catalogued and classified to advance Western scientific knowledge (Tuhiwai Smith). Proximity of method is also the proximity of colonial power, and empiricism is possible because “the natives” cannot refuse the “touch” of both colonialism and colonial era anthropologists. But where such touch dissolved into acculturation, anthropologists like Boas had little interest: it was only in their “primitive” state, and certainly not as politicized actors mobilizing for the survival of their traditions or political orders, that anthropologists took interest (Simpson, “Why” 175).

    Even as ethnographers reveled in the promise of proximity to the native, natives’ proximity to ethnographers emptied them of their “value” to Western science. This secured the ethical claims to ethnographic distance as empiricism while allowing ethnographers like Boas to dispense with unsavory topics of resistance and refusal, both of anthropology and colonialism. Indigenous opposition to the ethnographer’s (imposed) magic and to the accompanying infiltration of (settler) colonial projects of land dispossession and forced assimilation alike could thus be framed as outside the scope of inquiry. By appealing to an ideal of ahistorical culture or tradition, ethnographers like these dismissed interlocuters’ assessments of the stakes of their own practices as insignificant, as external to anthropology. This acted to close down obligations, but also reaffirmed the ethnographer and his field, culture and (inorganic) nature, as objects in the world outside of the dynamics of forced access and intimacy guiding ethnographic research.

    Part 2: Ethnography as (Field) Theory

    The integrity of the “field” of research and its relation to specific fields of inquiry, especially anthropology, has faced robust critique since at least the 1970s. Questions have emerged about the relation of fieldwork to colonial geography, “field studies,” geopolitical hierarchies and state violence, and the slippages of the virtual and the real, the digital and the material, as sites of inquiry. These debates might be read as neurotic turns toward self-reflexivity and doubt about the discipline, but they can also be reread as points of insight into shifting ideas about ethnography and, or as, a kind of (field) theory. What kind of a field does ethnography produce? What ideas of theoretical production within or after fieldwork undergird such methods?

    In “Some Reminiscences and Reflections on Fieldwork,” Evans-Pritchard challenges ideas of the absolute separation of theory and “data.” As he writes, “what one brings out of a field-study depends on what one brings to it” (2). Moreover, while “the layman’s [pre-conceived ideas] are uniformed, usually prejudiced, the anthropologist’s are scientific” (2). That is, they are biased by theoretical dispositions. This was not so much lamentable as a condition for research in the first place, for one “cannot study anything without a theory about its nature” (2). At the same time, Evans-Pritchard insists that one “must follow what he finds in the society he has selected to study” (2). This requires researchers to “live the life of the people among who they are doing their research” (3). And even as one “remains oneself” (3) one also comes to “believe” what one encounters.8 By “entering into the thought of another people,” the anthropologist is “transformed by the people they are making a study of, that in a subtle kind of way . . . they have what used to be called ‘gone native’” (5). This theory of self-transformation through an encounter with alterity constitutes a theory of the field that has been definitive of modern anthropology as an ethnographic activity. Yet this narrative of rapport-building and self-transformation has often elided the fact that ethnographers rely for their experience upon the servitude and labor of native informants. Evans-Pritchard admits that he “relied mostly on my two personal servants and on two paid informants” (6). Care must be taken in selecting such labor, for “it is only a particular sort of person who is prepared to act in this capacity, possibly a person who is ready to serve a European as the best way of escaping from family and other social obligations” (6). Informants could also be sneaky and subversive, prevaricating on “secret matters about which an informant does not wish to speak” or pretending “to know nothing about them” (3, 6). At the same time, he is aware of what he terms an “entanglement” with colonialism, specifically missionary violence. In this regard, the anthropologist, like the missionary, is “part of what he is supposed to be studying” (8).9

    This ensnarement in research would seem to go against the ideas of a priori fields described in the preceding section. How, then, to reconcile these two contrasting impulses? We have, on the one hand, the positing of a field of transformation that draws in and remakes the anthropologist as subject, believer, person, and that relies on what are taken as optimal mediators, those who themselves occupy marginal positions vis-à-vis their culture and hence are well-positioned to accept positions as servants for white anthropologists. On the other hand, there is the insistence—here on the part of Evans-Pritchard—that this field cannot and does not exist outside of the “total entanglement” of the researcher and the researched, but also anthropology and the colonial and missionary encounter.10 Indeed, he notes that in Kenya, where anthropologists were loathed just as British officials and settlers were, it was “difficult for a white anthropologist to gain their confidence” (11). Downplaying the imposed nature of such entanglement, he asks: “Why should anybody object since one does no harm and is a guest?” (11). Moreover, Evans-Pritchard implicitly defends this activity for its salvage potentials. What is not written down is “forever lost—the picture of a people’s way of life at a point of time goes down into the dark unfathomed caves” (12). Despite opposition and against local hostility, he defends fieldwork as a method of inscription against loss.

    Erasure of the violent conditions of research through an appeal to a naturalized field have faced robust critique. Among other works, George Stocking’s The Ethnographer’s Magic challenged the idea of ethnographic fieldwork as an ahistorical and atheoretical methodological exercise that makes anthropologists what they are (see Gupta and Ferguson 1). Nonetheless, Gupta and Ferguson argue that the “idea of ‘the field’ . . . remains a largely unexamined one” (2). Despite robust critiques of notions of culture and ethnography as a genre of writing about it, “the field” as “the place where the distinctive work of ‘fieldwork’ may be done, that taken-for-granted space in which an ‘Other’ culture or society lies in waiting to be observed and written . . . has been left to common sense” (2). Against that naturalization, the authors insist that the field is complicit in notions of locality whose spatial and conceptual policing secure territoriality not just as the methodological where of ethnography but as a value system that implicitly sanctions the violence that produces it: the “field is a clearing whose deceptive transparency obscures the complex processes that go into constructing it” (5).

    The authors link the emphasis on territoriality to anthropology’s origins as a field science, what I have insisted is the production of some forms of human life as “inorganic nature.” Drawing on Henrika Kuklick’s The Savage Within, Gupta and Ferguson write: “Like other ‘field sciences,’ such as zoology, botany, and geology, anthropology at the start of the century found both its distinctive object and its distinctive method in ‘the detailed study of limited areas’” (6). Echoing languages of primatology, those “living outside their native state” were “less suitable anthropological objects because they were outside ‘the field’” (7). In this way, ideas of appropriate sites of “the field” reveal “unspoken assumptions of anthropology” (8). Yet, I disagree with the idea that this where has been atheoretical or merely a matter of “common sense” or “unspoken assumptions.” In the writings of Tylor, Malinowski, and Evans-Pritchard, the field might appear as a priori, merely some vague where of a colonial country that is optimal for fieldwork, but it does contain a theory. The field must be available to the researcher. It must not offer dramatic resistance to the ethnographer’s magic as proximate touch. And it must be sufficiently different, that is, capture some sort of “pure” primitivity that thereby allows the anthropologist to escape charges of complicity for colonial violence and globalized acculturation (Simpson, “Consent’s”; Appadurai 191). At its broadest, then, modern fieldwork relies upon an epistemic faith in an empirical outside that good ethnographers can separate from inherited theory and from their own grounded cultural sensibilities. That exposure produces not only a researcher but also a kind of liberal, relativistic subject that comes into ethical being through an encounter with (racialized) difference.11 All of this is definitive of ethnography as a theory of the field.

    In fact, while territorial approaches to the field have been robustly critiqued (Haraway, “Situated”; Bonilla and Rosa; Marcus), the broader appeal to fieldwork as an empirical correction to abstract and ungrounded theories—and theories of the political—remains strong (Nader; Mahmood), leading to continued methodological calls to align figure and ground (Fortun 2017).12 Alongside rethinking territoriality, there has been an insistence on positioning the ethnographer as part of the formations they were previously thought only to study (Collins; Haraway, “Situated”).13 Like Evans-Pritchard’s emphasis on “entanglement,” such approaches expose the researcher but they have not always asked how the broader commitments of anthropology can follow suit. For instance, Gupta and Ferguson propose a rethinking of fieldwork as purposeful “dislocation” based on “interlocking of multiple social-political sites” (37). They also call for ethnographic attention to “acculturation” (21), to global processes such as diffusion and destructive change (20), and for examples of “action anthropology” (24). Such studies would rethink the field not as “bounded localized community” but rather as “a multistranded transatlantic traffic of commodities, people, and ideas,” or what Fernando Ortiz, quoted in Gupta and Ferguson, calls “intermeshed transculturations” (28). Against boundedness, they argue, the field should be treated as expansive and imploding, mimicking the traffic and flows of global systems (Choy et al.; Marcus).

    While this recasting of the field to include global flows and slippages has been celebrated as new, it in fact inhabits a similar conceptual foothold to earlier salvage anthropology. The field is in a state of loss and disorder, and it was the fieldworkers’ job to try to fix it or, where that was impossible, to record the loss. Like narratives of cultural ethnocide (Kaunui; Simpson, “Consent’s”), shifting the field from a bounded state to a site of inevitable acculturation risks naturalizing a set of violent dislocations and dispossessions as mere qualities of a “global” present. This suggests there might be something worthwhile about retaining an orientation to the field that does not take for granted and thereby neutralize a telos of flows. Instead, we must be attentive to where and when such traffic occurs and to the normative stakes of such dis/locations from the position of research interlocuters. Even in digital spaces and with online protest movements, actors inhabit material and relational worlds that shape their politics (Bonilla and Rosa). How to account for forced flows as well as the refusals of movement such flows elicit, including grounded efforts to stave off the conversion of places into land that is available, or disposable, not only to capital but also for climate action?

    By fetishizing the field, anthropologists have claimed for themselves not only regional expertise that operates to naturalize “cultural difference as inhering in different geographical locales” (Gupta and Ferguson 8; Strathern) but also, more broadly, a form of mastery over culture imagined as the “inorganic nature” of non-Western worlds. But a question remains: Does this split remain intact today? Present scholarly interest in mapping out the ruinous landscapes of late capital often leads ethnographers instead to narrate locales imagined as thoroughly mediated by capital, climate, histories of plantation violence and monoculture, or other expressions of forced acculturation or global toxicity. There can be no discrete field anymore. Or if there is, it is a field that needs to be made available to offset carbon emissions or for renewable energy (Ajl). In this scene, efforts to posit absolute where-ness may seem naïve, romantic, stilted, backward. But where does that leave ethnographers? How does one map not only radiating leakages—those presumptions of land’s disposability that underwrite capital and green alternatives alike (Liboiron; McCarthy)—but also people’s abiding insistence on locality and on bounded whereness as a mode of contesting such unwilled intimacies? How does the erasure of the field also erase possibilities for accountability that do not take the global as their frame or referent? And how might an implosion of the field (Dumit) unwittingly facilitate the proliferation of new abstractions: to whom is anthropology accountable when it dispenses not only with the possibility but with the very existence of an unmediated ground?

    Part 3: Fields of Commitment

    Kim TallBear has suggested that ethnographers think past the imperatives of “giving back” or of reciprocal exchange, notions that rely on a binary understanding of researcher and researched, and, with it, firm boundaries between “those who know versus those from whom the raw materials of knowledge production are extracted” (2). This means that a researcher is not only willing to “stand with” a community of subjects but also “to be altered, to revise her stakes in the knowledge to be produced” by virtue of that standing (2). Within this vision, research questions, subject populations, and knowledge production inhabit a “shared conceptual ground” (2). TallBear’s provocation powerfully intervenes in fieldwork as an empiricist paradigm based on bifurcating raw data and (theoretical) knowledge. Instead, scholars should participate in research defined by a “co-constitution of one’s own claims and acts of the people(s) who one speaks in concert with” (4). Moreover, as Sophie Chao insists, “ethnographically grounded examinations,” including of the patchiness of plantations, urgently intervene in the inexorability implied by theoretical abstractions, including of the plantation as ideology (169).

    TallBear and Chao’s interventions urge a return to ground that resonates with feminist critiques of distance as the methodological standard for empirical research (Haraway, Simians).14 In lieu of celebrating this gap or turning away from grounded sites of struggle, Max Liboiron has asked about “compromise” as that which emerges when you have “obligations to incommensurabilities” (136; Tuck and Yang), such as to an anticolonial science as a project of moving forward “with, in, and around impossible bedfellows” (137). What do such difficult and overlapping commitments mean for anthropological ideas of “the field”? How might a field as a set of recurrent relationships across varied obligations entail a weaving or “knotting” of researcher and interlocuters (Winchell, After), rather than a discrete field that the researcher enters and exits, perhaps to return through future visits or promises of “giving back”? How to allow these webs of knowledge production, in which theory or knowledge is not discovered by the researcher after the fact but rather braided into research design and interlocuters’ speech and practices, to reshape ideals of objectivity (raw data) and territoriality (locality, region, ethnos), giving way instead to fields of commitment? Such fields illuminate contemporary formations of devastation and loss as shot through with alternate scenes of attachment and grounding that can be mobilized to push back against abstracting narratives of planetary apocalypse.

    In an article about multispecies ethnography, Kirksey and Helmreich call for attention to “becomings” as “new kinds of relations emerging from nonhierarchical alliances, symbiotic attachments, and the mingling of creative agents (546). These are “contact zones where lines separating nature and culture have broken down” (546). But, as the authors indicate, this slippage is hardly new. Lewis Henry Morgan, too, worked “across boundaries later secured against traffic between the social and natural sciences” (Kirksey and Helmreich 549), and the Humboldt brothers, often credited as the creators of field-based social sciences, sought to extend a natural science model to non-Western peoples and landscapes. The risk, then, is that the “savage slot” is smuggled back into efforts to rethink fields, as anthropologists search for new frontiers of alterity—“alterworlds of other beings” that have not (yet) been narrated as fully entangled with human socialities (553). Hence, the authors ask: “How can or should or do anthropologists speak with and for nonhuman others?” (554). How are fields defined by forms of ventriloquism that can only succeed where their interlocutors are treated as fundamentally mute, as incapable of articulating their own commitments? Here, “[n]ature begins to function like ‘exotic’ culture” (qtd. in Kirksey and Helmreich 562).

    This essay has taken up this problem of compromise to examine the challenge of combining accountability to discrete places and their politics on the one hand, and historical attunement to the violent production of the field as the production of difference and indifference (the refused accountability to the predations that have historically defined field research) on the other. These are problems for which there are no easy solutions. But I have emphasized the urgency, and difficulty, of reconceptualizing fields in ways that do not reproduce either naturalized telos of acculturation, ethnocide, and contact, or the hubris of the sympathetic anthropologist who is willing to risk life and limb to be transformed by the field even while retaining a privileged position as the defender of or spokesperson for such alterity. Following Berry, Argüelles, Cordis, Ihmoud, and Estrada, there is a need to develop a “decolonial research praxis that advances a critical feminist ethos” (538). This ethos requires “flight from an intellectual garrison, in which the idealized radical subject within leftist struggles figures as a martyr for the movement,” an ideal of a “self-sacrificing subject [that] coincides with the institutionalized notion of fieldwork as a masculinist rite of passage or an exercise of one’s endurance” (Berry et al. 538). Such a model continues to reproduce the idea of the fieldworker as savior, if not in a salvage role then as an agent of radical political transformation.

    I have suggested that we begin instead from the premise that interlocutors’ practices and activities carry their own conceptual stakes—they are doing theory. Theory, then, does not depend on the ethnographer or his distance from or transformation by the field. The trick is to allow this slippage of commitments, the theoretical stakes already built into a given set of practices, into research design as a recurrent threading rather than entry into and exit from a bounded field. These recurring commitments neither begin or end with a writing project nor do they depend upon academic outputs alone as a measure of good or bad relation. Instead, they enable ongoing collaboration, compromise, and indeed refusals to collapse multiple obligations or to assume that the researcher’s political stakes must or even can map onto those of interlocutors.15 In ongoing collaborative research about how Chiquitos ancestors inhabit landscapes ravaged by Bolivian wildfires, I have had to reassess the idea that climate change is experienced as thoroughly mediated by the global, and that the planetary is the only world toward which actors (and ancestors) must be accountable (Winchell, “Climates”).

    Where an earlier field method relied upon ethical claims to ethnographic distance to dispense with the violences of anthropology and colonialism, fields of commitment recenter the difficult and at times uncomfortable alliances of researcher and researched. These are spaces that do not exist naturally, as relational counterparts to empiricist approaches to the field, but rather are created through recurrent methodological vigilance and conceptual compromise. To engage in this work is to take stock of the field’s constitutive haunting by colonial-era field methods and epistemic faith in an odd mixture of nominal distance and forced intimacy (Gordon). This reorientation to the field interrupts an instrumental approach to methods as “tools” standing outside of prior commitments and ongoing entanglements. It was this assumed separation of content and form, of instrument and knowledge, that allowed anthropologists like Evans-Pritchard to recognize their entrenchments in ongoing colonial histories of violence while also defending fieldwork as a methodology innocent of that violence (Tuck and Yang; Berry et al.). To “stand with” builds answerability to such concerns not only into what researchers do, including field methods and collaborations, but also into broader interdisciplinary debates about what research is, and why and for whom its pursuit matters.

    Standing with is not a project that affords a smooth synthesis; the just cannot be imported as an empty metaphor but rather must be gleaned from a specific field of political practice, one that is often disruptive, unsettling, and incompatible with more universalist, rights-based definitions of emancipation as awakening. As Tuck and Yang write, “These are interruptions which destabilize, un-balance, and repatriate the very terms and assumptions of some of the most radical efforts to reimagine human power relations. We argue that the opportunities for solidarity lie in what is incommensurable rather than what is common across these efforts” (28). Forging scholarly answerability to anthropology’s complicity in histories of violence by building such “opportunities for solidarity” across the incommensurable requires rethinking inherited distinctions of nature and culture, of the authors and objects not only of research but of the global histories to which fieldwork belongs. Solidarities like these cannot dispense with the affordances of the field as the limit or obstruction to the temptations of universalism that define research and politics alike. Approaching fields not as empty retainers but as made up of and defined by research interlocuters and their politics can allow for forms of solidarity that account for global slippages and dispersals without subtly reviving the figure of an inert nature under duress, in/organic or otherwise.

    Mareike Winchell is Assistant Professor of Anthropology at the London School of Economics and Political Science. She is the author of After Servitude: Elusive Property and the Ethics of Kinship in Bolivia (University of California Press, 2022). Winchell’s research focuses on the racialization of property in light of ongoing histories of Indigenous land dispossession, and how such formations find new expression in contemporary engagements with climate change, especially wildfires.

    Footnotes

    1. As Matti Bunzl points out, it would be simplistic to view the “culture turn” as a mere product of Franz Boas’s arrival and subsequent correspondence with leading evolutionary anthropologists in the U.S. at the time (24). Boas was heavily influenced by German Romantic thinkers like Wilhelm von Humboldt and Johann Gottfried von Herder. Humboldt’s influence is evident in Boas’s work on Inuit languages; he argues that linguistic practices reveal the social/psychologized nature of a people (for instance, the multitude of words for snow that he attributed to them). Rather than insist that non-European cultures “adopt the standard of ‘European civilization,’ especially in the face of the ‘unimaginable suffering’ that had been brought upon the Naturevölker when exposed to ‘our cultural standards,’ German anthropology at this time was influenced by Herder’s humanistic relativism” (Bunzl 46).

    2. As Edward Said writes, “The scientist, the scholar, the missionary, the trader, or the soldier was in, or thought about, the Orient because he could be there, or could think about it, with very little resistance on the Orient’s part” (15).

    3. For instance, Malinowski comments on the challenges of “depicting the Constitution” of Trobriand society, given that “the ‘natives obey the forces and commands of the tribal code, but they do not comprehend them’” (11–12, quoted in Sillitoe 2). As Paul Sillitoe points out, “It seems odd that an anthropologist should declare that he could not engage with what was of interest and concern to the people he lives with, because it is not relevant from his research perspective” (1). Why has a discipline that claims to further understanding of other cultural ways produced “work in which the subjects themselves cannot recognize their behaviour or ideas”?

    4. See Bharat Venkat’s insistence on commitment as constitutive of ethnography.

    5. These include three central “principles of method” including “real scientific aims,” “good conditions of work” based on living “without other white men, right among the natives,” and finally, “special methods of collecting, manipulating, and fixing his evidence (6).

    6. “Over and over again, I committed breaches of etiquette, which the natives, familiar enough with me, were not slow in pointing out. I had to learn how to behave, and to a certain extent, I acquired ‘the feeling’ for native good and bad manners” (8).

    7. For, rather than being separate, these “ideas, feelings, and impulses are moulded and conditioned by the culture in which we find them, and are therefore an ethnic peculiarity of the given society” (22).

    8. “In their culture, in the set of ideas I then lived in, I accepted [Zande notions of witchcraft]; in a kind of way I believed them” (4).

    9. “I am not going to pursue this matter further now beyond saying that in the end we are involved in total entanglement, for having chosen in a native language a word to stand for ‘God’ in their own, the missionaries endow the native word with the sense and qualities the word ‘God’ has for them” (8).

    10. In fact, Evans-Pritchard attends to what he calls “a hostile attitude to anthropological inquiries” in (non-Western) countries where “there is the feeling that they suggest that the people of the country where they are made are uncivilized, savages” (9).

    11. Gupta and Ferguson eloquently describe this paradigm, drawing from Kuklick, in terms of “Romantic notions of (implicitly masculine) personal growth through travel to unfamiliar places and endurance of physical hardship (17). For questions of racial fixing and fetishization, see also Trouillot and Tuhiwai Smith. On the refusal of ethnography, see Simpson (2014).

    12. For a critical review, see Ingold.

    13. See also Behar; Bird; Jacobs-Huey; Pels.

    14. This critique of distance between researcher and researched, theory and data, belongs to what TallBear calls a “feminist objectivity” that emerges from co-habitation and from recognizing the conceptual and theoretical stakes of the activities of research interlocutors.

    15. Max Liboiron points to this challenge of the shared: “how do we write and read together with humility, keeping the specificity of relations in mind? How do we recognize that our writing and reading come out of different places, connections, obligations, and even different worldviews, and still write and read together?” (31). Compromise arises as one answer to this question of how, approached not as a limit but as an invitation or opening to experimentation with new relations across divergent political and epistemological commitments.

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  • Introduction to “Field Theory”

    Jeff Diamanti, Guest Editor (bio)

    This special issue of Postmodern Culture gathers scholars in the environmental and critical humanities developing advanced, practice-based methodologies and critical theories of field research. Traditionally, “the field” of research has been treated as the raw material from which objects and cases are drawn in order to advance knowledge in a given discipline. A forest, tribal territory, archive of literature, or body of water, for instance, yields data and patterns in need of an analytic. That data demands interpretation, theorization, and disciplinary vetting. In Kantian epistemology, the world is coherent and legible but verifiably not self-evident. In this orientation, the lab, library, or desk is the site where information becomes knowledge, and it is for this reason that “the field” has remained an opaque realm for philosophical inquiry and epistemic habit, even as “the world” begins to force itself back into disciplinary reckoning. Any epistemic culture bears a determinate (and determined) relation to the field, but how exactly remains an under-examined question. Will time in the forest, the archive, or body of water modulate assumption, expectation, concept formation, or conclusion? Can the field write itself into our analytic disposition? Ought we assume a normative orientation toward what often bifurcates field frequencies, embedded relation, biosemiotic idiom from the stylistics of disciplinary habit—in short, the world and what we make of it? What might motivate the recent imperative in feminist science, new materialist philosophy, and ecological theory to find commensurabilities and reciprocities between the field and the interpretive apparatus, as for instance in the work of Donna Haraway, Tim Ingold, Anna Tsing, Thomas Nail, Isabelle Stengers, and Elaine Gan? The occasion of this special issue of Postmodern Culture on “field theory” is to reflect on the emergent position that environmental theory ought to recur to a situated field of inquiry, such as a geo-physical and historically determined place, and that this in turn inflects the disciplinary bounds of a given field, whether for reasons involving interdisciplinarity, the character of the objects of inquiry, or epistemological pragmatism. This position involves, among other important shifts in teaching and writing, adapting humanistic and post-humanistic inquiry to the complex challenges unleashed by anthropogenic climate change and its contested political ecologies in medias res. The normative impulse to particularize theory in concert with the animate ecologies, polyphonic voice, and vernaculars of a field requires an immersive and often creative research ethic that attends to what in philosophical biology has long been understood as the blurred distinction between organism and milieu (Margulis 13; Canguilhem 7), or what in a humanities vocabulary is the figure and ground relation.

    More typical in environmental humanities historically has been an orientation toward particular places as they register in cultural representations that are either about the ecology of a place or take on signature features of that place. This has included analyses of voice, mood, and tone in poetic and narrative texts grounded in a particular ecology and inquiries into the affordances and limits of visual media in holding ecological dynamics to form. But while scholars turning to fieldwork as the grounds of both their objects and theoretical frameworks still centralize cultural history and representation in their analyses, the question of how to make theoretical presuppositions and analytic procedures commensurate with the lived realities of the field also asks for an attunement to the character of those responsible for, and to the field of forces encountered and sought out in, fieldwork. Immersion in a place takes time and requires participatory modes of reading and understanding that often frustrate orthodox expectations, especially when the object of inquiry is sedimented into the environment of the field and the various infrastructures that channel energy, resources, and conflicts to a place but might not originate there. Because of this multi-sensory, creative, and critical character of interpretation in the field, theoretical reflection in the environmental humanities has come to include sustained engagement with environmental and decolonial anthropology, infrastructure and logistics studies, and elemental media studies, among other frameworks attentive to the many currents that subtend a field.

    Grounding theory in the field might seem at face value like a description of what all disciplines do anyways. Some version of this commitment can be found in arguments about empirical observation in the physical sciences between inductivist and deductivist strains of logic. But the debate between Rudolf Carnap and Karl Popper over the question of what distinguishes theory from observation always involved a more fundamental disagreement about the relationship between the motivation for observation and the means by which observation takes on meaning. Such questions plaguing the empirical sciences might seem far removed from the more critically oriented analysis of cultural texts and contexts in the humanities, but just as powerful in the humanities has been the fraught question of how to analytically account for the location of meaning, especially since, as Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht, following Hans-Georg Gadamer, emphatically argues, the “presence effect” in experience is conjoined with but never reducible to a hermeneutic of “meaning effects” (106). The paradox in today’s environmentally-coded context is that so much of what expresses in the present of the very air we breathe is an inherited exhaust of previous years of industrial modernity: empirically in what suspends chemically in the atmosphere, and emphatically in the historicities that inhere in those chemicals. The carbon dioxide accumulated in what Tobias Menely calls “Anthropocene Air” is heavy with causation and conflict, permeating what poet Anne Boyer terms the “inhalations of a capitalist profane.” So many of the most generative accounts of what subtends the durée of the present involve critical attention to the logic of the very terms by which deictic placement in the here and now, or there and then, works beyond our attempts to capture that placement linguistically. They show how what gives weight to the present and places us in a planetary horizon of ecological catastrophe occurs in a complex assemblage of planetary forces, physical infrastructures, and semiotic frames. The biogeochemistry of our contemporary world laces together real, structuring forces more familiar to the nomenclature of the present—whether by century, decade, or mode of production—but with distinct enough diegetic presence to have forestalled consensus on dating the end of the Holocene by at least a decade. Grounding theory in the field of these forces and frames means spending time in the places where they are most legible: environments signalling ecological precarity; infrastructures of extraction and dispossession; fields of struggle and emancipatory desire. It also means addressing ongoing epistemological questions: When and where does theory happen? Where ought it happen?

    The expansion of “the field” of environmental humanities to include various kinds of fieldwork asks for methodological reflection, especially for scholars trained in literary and cultural analysis whose reading lists have long included anthropological ethnographies. All of the scholars invited to reflect on the emergence of this position have their own disciplinary and political interests in maintaining the alignment of “field” and “theory,” and do so through literary, poetic, visual, logistical, and anthropological analysis. And while the reason for the rise of fieldwork in the environmental humanities does not require a lot of explanation, the status of theory amidst that rise does.

    The dominant thread of environmental theory in the past two decades has been “relationship,” specifically within a modal framework that centralizes the symbiotic nature of worldbuilding between human and non-human actors, epistemologies, and semiotic logics. In Donna Haraway’s classic formulation, “[s]pecies interdependence is the name of the worlding game on earth, and that game must be one of response and respect” (19). This crux of theoretical energy can be found in the work of Eduardo Kohn, too, in the Peircean semiotics marshalled to understand communication logics in botanical culture, and perhaps most canonically in Anna Tsing’s work on palm oil in Indonesia and the lifeworld of the matsutake mushroom. Practically speaking, this theoretical impulse involves a descriptive ethic that decenters the human as the locus of meaning making. At a more philosophical level, it has also generated efforts to redefine ontology, agency, ethics, and indeed the historicity of theory itself.

    The redefinition of theory’s horizon is not restricted to science and technology studies or anthropology. Across the social and humanistic sciences in the past few years, it has become something of an epistemic doxa to acknowledge and pursue the methodological “arts of noticing,” which is also the title of the opening chapter of Tsing’s The Mushroom at the End of the World. Not just anthropology, but literary and cultural analysis, philosophy, creative and artistic research, media studies, and a range of disciplinary idioms are drawn into renewed attachment to the precarious lifeworlds given to thoughts in and about the environmental conditions of our present. Like many scholars analyzing the political ecologies of the present, Tsing convincingly weds several of the normative horizons of critique to the mostly latent narratives of progress that underwrite them. In the same gesture, she posits a more immanent horizon to “the dilemmas of collaborative survival” populating the many landscapes and wakes supposedly evidencing this or that concluded meta-narrative (25). In a single day, one might encounter artists, colleagues, comrades, and students signaling agreement that we now practice these arts of noticing in cities all over the world, and that this practice is in opposition to a different way of doing things. It provides and entails a different way of satisfying the practical business of research, always in relation to the meta-historical framework within which that research is tasked with making sense. No longer embedded in the self-satisfying sway of progress (or modernity, or revolution, or . . .), this new doxa carries with it a number of powerful concepts, ethical modalities, and styles of writing. Their epistemic point of convergence in situ is “the field” as such, and more empirically the theoretical orientations immanent, instead of antecedent, to that field. But do we all mean the same thing when we acknowledge the shifting horizon of our normative judgements from “progress” to “polyphonic assemblage” (24), and might the latter retain the grounds for the former?

    The stakes of tracking these material and multi-species assemblages is in keeping with a larger epistemic shift underway in the humanities and social sciences in the last decade or so—a shift very often cited in the conceptual constellation gathered in works by Tsing, Haraway, and Bruno Latour—and there are a number of counter tendencies and powerful arguments against this epistemic shift.1 But it has become difficult for scholars studying the ongoing phenomena of anthropogenic climate change to interpret their objects of study without adapting older methods of inquiry to the liveliness and complexity of the scenes, landscapes, and situations in which those objects do their work in the world. Biotic agents read milieu; ecological entities like forests and watersheds bear and make meaning; and symbiotic solidarities form beyond the categories of humanist reason available for recognition. These assemblages and processes require an immersive, creative, and compassionate ethic of research commensurate with the shifting norms that occasion that research. And without too quickly effacing the important difference between the close reading of cultural objects and the “arts of noticing” what is only ever partially discernible to the human, there is a clear bridge connecting the respective orientations of reader and researcher in this mode of environmental inquiry. That bridge is itself a theoretical proposition, and it depends on creative and critical experimentation with shared methods in the field.

    Where does this signal gesture find its accountability? In part, the location of situated theory is recursive to the creative modes of study increasingly marking the methods and prose of environmental humanities research. Field theory sounds what can and cannot register in the mediatic apparatus of experience in the field and what occurs as a superimposition at the level of conceptual abstraction. Learning with and from the field, it opposes the god’s-eye view but not as the next stage of theoretical accomplishment. There is something compelling about how gentle and attentive theory becomes when it tends to what orients bodies and their historicities, even if there remains a critical tension in how to locate the normative grounds of fieldwork, or, how to field normative grounds. In addition to the experimental anthropology of the Aarhus school, as for instance in the Arts of Living on a Damaged Planet and the Stanford University produced Feral Atlas, two uniquely influential resources helping scholars reorient humanistic inquiry to the environmental drama of a warming world, the early 2020s have also seen a number of creative and artistic approaches to fieldwork that help codify and distribute techniques for this gentle orientation. In Fieldwork for Future Ecologies, for instance, Bridget Crone, Sam Nightingale, and Polly Stanton suggest a necessary relation between experimental forms of writing and recording and the unexpected direction of research over time in the field (14). Distinguishing creative research in the field from an observational or data-gathering practice that leans toward nomothetic concepts, they argue that “artwork is often co-produced with the multiplicities of the environment” and that this multimedia commitment to “co-production” helps address fraught questions of “ethics, reciprocity and care” occasioned by precarity (12). In its strongest form, fieldwork as a creative and collaborative practice involves a reflexive and generative ethic that blurs the lines between interpretive reading and collective composition; or put differently, it blurs the line of demarcation between ethnographic positions and situations summoned by solidarities. Ethnography in this creative turn becomes not just a moment of translation between epistemic cultures but a semiotic blending, or what the FieldARTS collective terms a brackish methodology, exposed to the visual, sonic, and corporeal field of media (Field Docket 10).

    Motivating much fieldwork in the environmental humanities has been the effort to map the often remote geographies drawn into intimate relation through extractive industries and complex supply chains. In this special issue, we collect encounters with a number of logistical infrastructures connecting seaborne trade to financial markets and landscapes sourcing many of the raw materials that congeal into commodities and the built world. Michaele Büsse’s ongoing research into the cultural and elemental geographies of sand extraction takes us to the Mekong Delta of Vietnam in an effort to challenge preconceived conceptions of environment, resources, and research ethics in the extractive field underwriting the supply chains of the built world. Sand is the second most utilized resource in the world and is central for the production of cement, glass, and the expansive demands of urbanization more generally. Crucially, however, its availability in bindable form is limited to a few landscapes on earth. Thinking with the granularity of scales congealed into the ecologies of sand, Büsse utilizes visual and embedded forms of ethnography in order to read “the messiness of sociomaterial practices”—an orientation to the elemental, economic, and ecological flows of a field “that focuses not only on extractive dimensions but also on contingencies, ruptures, and alternative openings.”

    The question of how to rethink the place of the field in contemporary theory and philosophy has extended through the social sciences and humanities more broadly. In their introduction to the 2018 special issue of Parallax, for instance, Brett Buchanan, Michelle Bastian, and Matthew Chrulew rehearse the formative claim for a recursive relation between the field and philosophy charted through the work of the late Michel Foucault to Paul Rabinow and Pierre Bourdieu for anthropology and sociology, respectively. While the expansion of the pedagogical repertoire in the environmental humanities occasions the question of their special issue and ours, this recurrence of an immersive orientation toward the terms of philosophy helps explain why the most sophisticated and polemical edges to field theory are knotted to the ethical strain of ethnography as well as the correlate concern: Who reads and who writes? After all, as the authors of “Field Philosophy” suggest, philosophy always presupposes a relation to a field—even if this relation is too often assumed to operate extradiegetically (Buchanan et al. 384)—but the responsibilities wedded to ethnographic practice involve a ceaseless interrogation of one’s own assumptions about the relationalities involved in any experience, including those to which you do not have access.

    In anthropology, the ethics of observation and the reification effect of ethnography have long asked for ongoing disciplinary reflection—both as questions students are expected to struggle with before conducting fieldwork, and as methodological practice that can only be fully wrestled with in the field. Asking for a shifting of terms from “protection or predation” to “collaboration and compromise,” Mareike Winchell argues in this issue for a notion of the field that is already suffused with theoretical practices that do not depend on the ethnographer’s translation for traction. Indeed, recent shifts both toward multispecies ethnography and away from salvage anthropology and its colonial inheritances have been described as efforts to collaborate with and be drawn into the ongoing community in a field, instead of identifying and studying objects of inquiry at a distance. The changing “field” has been crucial to these shifts in ethnographic practice: both a “where” of research and a formation of commitment. Always central to the analytic parameters of theory, commitment carries the weight of an interpretive horizon central to research, even when it goes unremarked or implicit in a given doxa. In Winchell’s account, “to ‘stand with’ builds answerability to such concerns not only into what researchers do, including field methods and collaborations, but also into broader interdisciplinary debates about what counts as knowledge, why its pursuit is worthwhile, and for whom.”

    Hence the aim of this special issue, which is to put pressure on the mostly implicit claim in the post-critical origins of recent field theory that a reading practice oriented by the field, instead of the hylomorphic fetish of the object, is logically extensive with a renunciation of critique and the normative horizon recursive to it. Reconsidering the place of labor struggle in the concept of the field, Fred Carter’s contribution to this issue tracks the cartographies of extraction and poetics of worker’s inquiry in the Durham Coalfield of Northeast England. Taking us to the seam interlocking fossil-fueled modernity, Carter’s sensitivity to the energies and promises of the field involve “an attempt to trace the interlocking practices of open-form poetry, partisan knowledge, and collective autonomy that come to militate against fossil capital’s dominant modalities of reading and rendering the field.” Bringing together a range of anti-capitalist currents of inquiry knotted to 1970s and 80s energy fields across Europe, Carter’s research helps reconceptualize the extractive valence of “field” as a basin of geological resource inoculated against contestation and appropriation. To read the cartography of capital’s energic gaze as convergent with a poetics of labor struggle means recasting the field as a contingency, a project, and a terrain of struggle.

    Inviting students to get outside of the classroom and to think through conventions and concepts of scholarly research in the field is an opportunity to encounter many of the spaces, infrastructures, and ecologies that are already implicitly intimate to the lives we bring to the classroom. With humanities programs in particular, this analytic attention to fields also involves a reencounter with cultural media with an attention to how a text is itself a field of theoretical impulses and forces, both embedded in the historical context of their emergence and in the imaginaries they formalize. But a field is also a field, or what is more commonly associated in English with a meadow, and it will turn out in Maria Sledmere’s contribution to this issue that the figure of the meadow in recent eco-poetics asks for an expanded notion of the poetic field in order to witness the frequencies of ongoing commoning. In readings of Verity Spott, Tom Raworth, and Myung Mi Kim, Sledmere offers a powerful précis for what it means to read against a regime of enclosure and to cultivate sensibilities shaped by the porosity of meadows. A carbon sink with blurred boundaries, the meadow becomes a strong case for a field theory composed between the epistemic certainties that would otherwise define a given field in descriptive terms—an invitation to draw our analytic concepts, styles of thought, and interpretive horizons from a creative and attentive practice of reading with and in the field.

    Jeff Diamanti is Assistant Professor of Environmental Humanities (Cultural Analysis & Philosophy) at the University of Amsterdam. His first book, Climate and Capital in the Age of Petroleum: Locating Terminal Landscapes (Bloomsbury 2021), tracks the political and media ecology of fossil fuels across the extractive and logistical spaces that connect remote territories like Greenland to the economies of North America and Western Europe. His new research on Bloom Ecologies details the return to natural philosophy in the marine and atmospheric sciences, studying the interactive dynamics of the cryosphere and hydrosphere in the North Atlantic and Arctic Ocean.

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    • Boyer, Anne. “The Heavy Air: Capitalism and Affronts to Common Sense.” The Yale Review, 1 Dec. 2020, https://yalereview.org/article/anne-boyer-capitalism-heavy-air.
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    • Carter, Fred, and Jeff Diamanti eds. Field Docket. Sonic Acts Press, 2023.
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    Footnotes

    1. One of the strongest opponents to this epistemic shift, and its implicit position on the aims of theory, is Andreas Malm, who in The Progress of this Storm critiques Latour’s hybridism and Jane Bennett’s new materialism for their shared disdain for collective struggle and class-based analysis of environmental injustice.

  • Terrains of Struggle: Grounding the Open Field

    Fred Carter (bio)

    Abstract

    Grounded in the material and historical specificity of the Durham Coalfield, this essay engages two unlikely modes of field theory: the vein of radical poetry associated with the “open field” in the 1970s, and the parallel resurgence of a vernacular Marxism committed to reorienting the critique of capital “from below.” Tracing the intersection of open field poetics and partisan knowledge through Barry MacSweeney’s Black Torch (1978) and Bill Griffiths’s Coal (1990–91) as practices that come to militate against dominant methods of reading or rendering the coalfield, field theory is recast against a critical terrain of struggle over labor, energy, and infrastructure in the twentieth century.

    Two years ago, following a sustained campaign of protests and blockades, the last remaining opencast mine on the Durham Coalfield was decommissioned. Now cast into relief as a “terminal landscape” of hydrocarbon dependency by the chiaroscuro of climate collapse and energy crisis (Diamanti 10), this finite field of geophysical resource is a decisive historical terrain across which the parameters of our present calamity were contested. Unearthing upwards of fifty-six million tons per year at the peak of production, the coalfield was among the first sites of industrial coal extraction and continued to operate as the epicenter of the fossil economy in Britain until the late 1970s, when oil began to flow from Forties Field and pit closures accelerated under Thatcher’s administration. Extending more than six miles under the North Sea, seams of lignite and bituminous coal stretched southeast along the Tyne past Newcastle to ports in Seaham and South Shields, embedded in a dense latticework of inland waterways and offshore supply lines. Situated here, in intimate relation to expanding centres of domestic production and an ever-extending contrapuntal cartography of colonial resource dispossession, the demands of industrial capitalism took the coalfield as geophysical grounds for the labor-intensive and unevenly distributed transition toward fossil-fueled accumulation.

    Fig. 1. T.Y. Hall, Map of the Great Northern Coalfield. 1854, courtesy of The Common Room.

    Circulated in 1854 to evidence the region’s energy density, T.Y. Hall’s Map of the Great Northern Coalfield reflects the work of surveying carbon-rich deposits sunk within the sediment as a matter of rendering the cross-hatching of coal seams, transport routes, and labor reserves legible to capital as an abstracted “field” of energy resource. As Cara New Daggett’s The Birth of Energy (2019) demonstrates, the concept of abstract “energy” in thermodynamic theory had “arrived on the scene in the 1840s,” at the exact moment in which “coal-fed steam engines were multiplying, remaking landscapes, labor, cities, and imperial processes” (33). In lockstep with the rapid refinement of this combustive and extractive apparatus, the mid-nineteenth century also saw the institutionalization of geologic, geographic, and anthropological fields into disciplinary coordinates through which fieldwork became a testing ground for the theoretical tenets of research conducted, like Hall’s cartographic perspective, “from above” (Gómez-Barris 8).

    In drawing this specific field into focus, however, I am preoccupied with unpacking the specific nexus of work, energy, and theory that materializes across a decade of labor struggles on the coalfield between 1972 and 1984. Taking up the critical orientations and commitments of field theory in this context, I engage two modalities of countermapping that rarely come into contact: the vein of radical poetry associated with the “open field” (Olson 1950; Mottram, “Open” 1977) in the 1970s and the parallel resurgence of militant research committed to reorienting the critique of capital “from below” (Thompson 1966). If this cluster of essays asks us to read the field as both the object and the ground of theory, then the cycle of struggles over energy extraction and distribution that followed the miners’ strikes and petroleum crises of 1972–74 recasts this field not only as the terminal limit of an industrial-era coal regime but also, to resuscitate an idiom of that period, a critical terrain of struggle. What follows, then, is an attempt to trace interlocking practices of open-field poetry and partisan knowledge that come to militate against fossil capital’s dominant modalities of reading and rendering the field.

    No Energy Compromise

    If the fight against fossil energy now demarcates this open-cast mine as a frontline of decarbonization, the Durham Coalfield was equally central to social and energetic transitions through which the political antagonisms of coal-fueled industrialization gave way, over a decade of fuel shortages and strikes, to our current petrocultural impasse. For Marxist literary theory, 1973 appears as a juncture time-stamped by petroleum dependency, logistical expansion, and spiraling financialization, demanding, as Fredric Jameson writes in 1984, “an aesthetic of cognitive mapping” (89). More recently, Timothy Mitchell’s Carbon Democracy (2011) has traced the contemporaneous dismantling of “rigid regional energy networks carrying coal” and expansion of “transoceanic energy grids” (153) for the circulation of oil as an uneven transition between fuel regimes and their attendant political machineries. While these correlative propositions have emerged as theoretical coordinates for mapping transition in the energy humanities,1 this article is an exercise in “grounding” the spatial metaphor of mapping in the specificity of a material field (Smith and Katz 78). In tracing how these social, metabolic, and macroeconomic shifts both contoured with, and were contoured by, escalating struggles over coal, I look to two poets whose work interrogates the limits of aesthetics in this cartographic mode by staging an encounter between open-field poetics and partisan research on the Durham Coalfield.

    In the work of Barry MacSweeney and Bill Griffiths, poetry stitches together discrete forms of inquiry—archival fragments, oral history, and fieldwork—to map this site of contestation over labor power, fossil fuels, and workers’ control. Written during the calamitous National Union of Miners (NUM) strike of 1984–85, Griffiths’s “In the Coal Year” (1992) offers a concise index of the collective tactics by which mechanisms of coal extraction and capillaries of energy circulation were brought to a halt:

    Work is blockaded from the mines,
    coal is blockaded from the steel-worx,
    the coal-trains are halted as they go,
    the lorries are fired in the haulage yards,
    they sit in the pits, block the bridges and towns with cars
    and the centres of the dominion are ringed round,
    occupied 
                                                                                        (305)

    This strategy of blockading work from the coalfield—a “dominion,” here, in the sense of both material territory and contested sovereignty—appeared in 1984 as the culmination of tactics first developed in the nineteenth century, when the combination of fossil energy and labor power afforded unprecedented openings for the exercise of workers’ control. As Mitchell’s Carbon Democracy contends, “coordinated acts of interrupting, slowing down or diverting” the movement of energy had “created a decisive political machinery, a new form of collective capability built out of coalmines, railways, power stations, and their operators” (27). If the emergence of fossil capital had locked together multiple valences of power—at once “a current of energy, a measure of work,” and “a structure of domination” (Malm 17–18)—Griffiths’s tactical cartography reveals the inverted affordances of mining infrastructure as a mode of counterpower manifest through strikes, slowdowns, and sabotage.

    In the wake of drastically effective NUM strikes in 1972 and 1974, Barry MacSweeney’s collection Black Torch (1978) adopts strategies from a long durée of coal disputes stretching back to the Durham miners’ lockout of 1844. If, as Mitchell demonstrates, “the socio-technical worlds built with the vast new energy from coal” (Carbon 8) were uniquely vulnerable to such disruptions, the simultaneous blockage of fuel and labor described by Griffiths’s “In the Coal Year” appears throughout Black Torch as a trenchant refusal of this work-energy nexus:

    no energy compromise

    smoke LOCK-OUT tobacco until
    death of energy
    circled in your selves
                                                                                        (149–50)

    Setting the strikes of the twentieth century against this historical convergence of fossil energy, labor power, and refusal in the nineteenth century, Black Torch casts the Durham Coalfield as a terrain on which this energy regime and its political formations would both originate and terminate. In the decade between the success and failure of NUM actions depicted by Griffiths and MacSweeney, the attenuation and decomposition of organized labor that attended the transition from coal to oil had become ever more apparent. This article traces how these writers take up the formal methodologies of open-field poetics and workers’ inquiry to map these shifts across the 1970s. To this end, it casts parallel genealogies of “partisan research” (Woodcock 506) and “composition by field” (Olson 239) against the critical orientations that have shaped this issue before returning to MacSweeney’s Black Torch and Griffiths’s pamphlet series Coal (1990–91) to situate poetic inquiry against the coalfield and its discontents. This fulcrum of poetics, praxis, and situated inquiry, I argue, poses formative questions for field theory. What does it mean to take “the field” as both the grounds of site-specific composition and a material terrain of struggle? And what might it mean to reframe research militancy as theory grounded in the field?

    Partisan Perspectives, Open-Plan Fieldwork

    To read the field as a terrain is to cast this issue’s claim that the practice of theory is materially shaped by its milieu against Mario Tronti’s insistence, in his 1966 Workers and Capital, that knowledge is fundamentally tied to struggle. Taking the tools of workers’ inquiry and the demands of workers’ control as its grounding principles, Operaismo—or “workerism”—sought to radically reorient Marxist theory from “the point of view of partisan collectivity on and against this world” (Roggero). This “shift in perspective,” Matteo Polleri insists, had pivoted on “the role of the field inquiry (enquête de terrain)” as the foundation for “a subterranean current of critical and materialist thought” (441). While the early field inquiries [inchiesta] conducted with workers by Romano Alquati and Raniero Panzieri were situated in the factory, Marxist-feminist and post-workerist inquiries have stretched these methods to the “social factory” of social reproduction (Dalla Costa and James 22) and the so-called hidden factory of logistical circulation (Bologna). Nonetheless, the effort to map these shifting terrains from an “irreducibly partial point of view” (Roggeri) has remained grounded by the epistemic promise of Tronti’s “partisan perspective” (Farris 29).

    If this subterranean materialism offers an unlikely correlative to the “partial perspective” (Haraway 584) that has come to orient the critical lexicon of fieldwork, field philosophy, or field theory (see Diamanti, this issue), its claim to partisan knowledge offers a similarly situated research practice. Critiquing the sociological “view from nowhere” as a form of bourgeois “objectivity” (Farris 29), Tronti’s partisan perspective anticipates Donna Haraway’s distinction between the “objectified fields” produced by research “from above, from nowhere,” and the “politics and epistemologies of location, positioning, and situating” from beneath (589).2 In Fieldwork for Future Ecologies, editors Bridget Crone, Sam Nightingale, and Polly Stanton turn to Gayatri Spivak’s concept of “open-plan fieldwork” to describe field practice as theory “situated within material conditions, material processes and their urgencies such that it cannot be presumed in advance” (9). To unpack the critical inheritances of field theory, then, is to recognize the extent to which the current uptake of fieldwork finds its origins in a Marxian tradition of “practical philosophy” and materialist critique conducted “from below” (Spivak 36).

    Where open-plan fieldwork reverses the teleology according to which preformed tenets are tested against the field, workers’ inquiry might be understood as a comparable reorientation of Marxist theory. Tracking backwards from the Operaist practice of conricerca, or “co-research” (Alquati 472), Asad Haider and Salar Mohandesi trace the genealogy of research militancy to a questionnaire circulated by Marx in La Revue Socialiste in 1880, titled “A Workers’ Inquiry.” Departing from his prior dependence on factory inspectors’ reports, Haider and Mohandesi argue that Marx’s questionnaire constituted a radical departure from inquiries which “treated workers as mere objects of study,” instead adopting vernacular knowledge of the social and technical organization of production as “groundwork for collective action.” Where field theory turns the object of study into the milieu of research—reversing ground and figure—workers’ inquiry marks a similar reorientation toward lived terrains of struggle. “With this brief intervention,” Haider and Mohandesi insist, “Marx established a fundamental epistemological challenge.” For Crone, Nightingale, and Stanton, “fieldworking” names “a process . . . grounded in and shaped by the site or situation” (8). Strikingly, we find this same insistence on the inseparability of theory from practice animating Tronti’s Workers and Capital, in which Marxism is “theory which lives only in a function of the working class’s revolutionary practice, one that provides weapons for its struggle, develops tools for its knowledge,” and magnifies “the working-class point of view” (xv).

    Open Terrain

    Addressing the Marx Centenary Symposium in 1983, Stuart Hall offered an account of theoretical shifts that had taken place in the previous decade, spurred by the demands of ongoing struggles for women’s liberation, decolonization, and the disarticulation of materialism from Soviet orthodoxy. Where Tronti’s Workers and Capital had announced its departure from the “fossilized forest of vulgar Marxism” (xx), for Hall the “fabric of historical materialism” was its capacity to “ground” theory in these shifting terrains (39). If materialism had hitherto operated “on a closed terrain”—circumscribed by its adherence to theoretical principles—then the only Marx worth taking forward was “the Marx who is interested in thinking and in struggling on an open terrain” (43). Hall had spent the 1970s in proximity to the History Workshop, which counted Raphael Samuel, Sheila Rowbotham, and E. P. Thompson among its core members, and which had dedicated itself to the project of reorienting historical materialism “from below” (Thompson 279).3 Rather than focusing on the factory, as Workers and Capital had done, the workers’ inquiries circulated by the History Workshop sought to uncover otherwise-unarchived histories of preindustrial “social insubordination” (Hill 22); to map the circuitries of social reproduction as an emergent “ground of struggle” (Cox and Federici 3); or, returning us to the field from which we first began, to situate the miners’ strikes taking place across the Durham Coalfield within a longer history of workers’ control.

    Published at the height of the first NUM strike, Pit Life in Co. Durham: Rank & File Movements & Workers’ Control (1972) was the first in a series of pamphlets written by David Douglass, a coal miner and militant researcher from Tyneside. Setting Douglass’s account against the official history of the coalfield, Samuel’s editorial introduction underscores that this account, “by contrast, is written from the point of view of the agitator” situated “in the individual seam, or face, or pit” (i). Tracing how dispositions of geology and labor left multiple choke points along the mineshaft and supply chain vulnerable to blockage, Pit Life recounts “the ways in which the miner was able to escape, or to resist, the grosser disciplines of the factory system” (2). As Mitchell contends in Carbon Democracy, this much-cited “militancy of the miners” lay in “the fact that moving carbon stores from the coal seam to the surface created unusually autonomous places and methods of work” (20). Anticipating Mitchell’s account of the relation between the material geographies of the coal and its social forms, Pit Life affirms this correlation of the mineshaft’s geological disposition with the self-organization of work and its refusal at the coalface. Far from the managerial gaze, the coal seam came to operate as “an embryo of workers’ control” set deep “within the capitalist system” (26). Subterranean materialist inquiry, here, becomes the groundwork for collective action.

    The capacity of mineworkers to mobilize spontaneous action, from the “restriction of work” through sabotage or slowdowns to the “outright refusal” of the walkout or the mass strike, was an “offensive weapon against the management” (Douglass 35, 56, 23). At the same time, Pit Life refuses to fetishize the material topography of the choke point as the determining condition of workers’ agency, tracing both the structural power afforded by the technical composition of the coalfield and the social composition of the rank-and-file movement that operated within, and often against, the union bureaucracy. Operating on the militant left of the NUM, Douglass’s work contrasts partisan knowledges of the mine with the “social-structural determinants” of fossil energy to trace “the dialectical relationship between this structure and the self-activity of the work force” (Rutledge 429). Like Bill Watson’s Counter-Planning on the Shop Floor (1971) or Nicole Cox and Silvia Federici’s subsequent Counter-Planning from the Kitchen (1975), Douglass’s History Workshop pamphlets saw in workers’ self-organization both the de-structuration of capital and the delineation of a Marxist theory grounded in the practice and demands of struggle. Below the surface, in the closed space of the coalface, we encounter theory on an open terrain.

    Fig. 2-3. Left, Jarrow Colliery, (1839); right, Coal Pits and Chutes on the Tyne, (ca. 1870). Reproduced in Douglass’s Pit Life.

    Open Field

    Beside this seam of subterranean materialism, another line of inquiry cuts transversally across the coalfield in the 1970s. Namely, the poetics of the open field. If Hall’s call to ground theory on an open terrain had been articulated as a break with the closed terrain of materialist orthodoxy, the expression of poetics “in the open” had defined itself equally against the “closed verse” of the postwar period (Olson 240, 239). Casting modernist poetics against breakthroughs in modern physics, William Carlos Williams’s 1948 lecture “The Poem as a Field of Action” had outlined the prosodic innovations of late modernism as “a new measure or way of measuring that will be commensurate with the new social, economic world in which we are living” (283). Taking up Williams’s provocation two years later, the interdisciplinary scholar Charles Olson—then rector of Black Mountain College—would elaborate a theory of poetics oriented around the opening of the page, the poem’s prosody, and the process of composition to the situated contingencies of their milieu or field. The claim for poetry as a mode of inquiry—a practice, in Williams’s terms, of measuring or mapping socioeconomic terrains—was expanded in Olson’s seminal “Projective Verse” toward a methodology of “COMPOSITION BY FIELD” (239). The spatial metaphor of the field, first taken by Williams from unified field theory, now drew together a series of relations that expanded outward from the spatial arrangements of the typewriter to its environment. To compose “by field,” for Olson, was to embed the poem within a mesh of socioecological relations; to frame the space of the page itself as a kinetic field energy transfer; and, perhaps most critically, to cast the practice of composition in the open against methods of geological, archaeological, and anthropological fieldwork.

    “In what is commonly called ‘open form’ poetry and poetics,” Harriet Tarlo reflects, “a field both is and is more than trope or metaphor” (117). At once “a structure, a form, a philosophy, and ethics,” the field also names the ecological, material, and historical specificity of “a bounded and scarred and worked space” within which the poem is grounded (Tarlo 117, 114). Across Maximus Poems (1960–75), Olson set out to track the intersection of geomorphology, logistics infrastructure, and maritime shipping along the shores of Massachusetts, folding archival materials, fieldnotes, and topographic records into its fragmentary spatial composition. If Olson’s own articulation of the field remained freighted by the colonial methodologies of fieldwork, not least in the narration of his own archaeological forays, the milieu-specific orientation of his work and theory has been continually resituated and repurposed toward less cartographic and more politically astute modalities of poetic encounter in the field.4 “In the years preceding the first oil crisis,” Angela Hume and Gillian Osborne reflect, open-field poetry offered an aesthetic mechanism for metabolizing social, ecological, and energetic shifts as “new material realities and forms of consciousness” found reflection in “composition by field, projective verse, and other modernist-influenced renovations of form” (3–4). For Griffiths and MacSweeney, whose work had emerged out of encounters between the Black Mountain School and the British Poetry Revival of the late 1960s (Latter 8; Roberts 30), open-form poetics offered a methodology for mapping struggles on the coalfield.

    Pit Justice: Black Torch

    Set, as Tom Crompton suggests, in “the combustive heart of British fossil capitalism” (7), Black Torch is concerned with tracing the geology of the coalfield as a terrain of labor struggles from the Durham miners’ lockout of 1844 to the NUM strike of 1974. Conceived in the immediate wake of effective strikes in 1975 and completed in the upswell of a second oil crisis in 1978, MacSweeney’s project appeared alongside a spate of works that sought to reground open-field poetics in the topographical and economic landscape of postindustrial Britain. Collections such as Peter Riley’s Tracks and Mineshafts (1983) or the serial poem Place (1974) by Allen Fisher, whose New London Pride Editions would first publish Black Torch, were indicative of a collective effort to situate the opening of the field against the deindustrialization of the economy, combining archival research with fieldwork across disused mineshafts and docklands.5 In his introduction to an early draft, MacSweeney described Black Torch as a “political and geographical” account of the coalfield that remained oriented, like Douglass’s Pit Life, toward the horizon of “workers’ controlled pits” (327–28). The poem itself stages an extended encounter between the geologic, cartographic, and archival aesthetics of the open field and the partisan perspective offered by the History Workshop, reconstructing the 1844 strike action from a bricolage of Marxist theory, mineworkers’ dialect, and “found” fragments of fictitious records. As Crompton contends, the polyvocal shifts and dialectical juxtapositions of MacSweeney’s “combinatory poetics” offer a formal correlate for the “revolutionary combination” of mineworkers’ trade unions in the nineteenth century (2).

    Restlessly traversing political and geographical terrains, MacSweeney’s evocation of this “carbonised resting black heart” (139) of the fossil economy shifts restlessly between the geomorphology and labor history of the Durham Coalfield. Stitching together dialectically opposed accounts of coal’s rise and decline—both from above and below—the field of Black Torch appears transformed by the apparatuses of extraction and accumulation indexed by Daggett’s Birth of Energy or Andreas Malm’s Fossil Capital (2016):

    the Jenny & the locomotive    
    “the most important tool of progress”  
    is coal    
    pistons go as we recall    
    reduced demand for coal    
    & the fall in wages    
    a recession which brought    
    near-revolution    
    refusal of agreements    
    pits of the north east    
    came to a halt

    (141)

    Behind the evident didacticism of this passage, which offers a condensed diagram of Malm’s case for an emphasis on the coupling of fossil energy to labor rather than the steam engine as a prime mover of the transition to coal, there remains the more open question of precisely what coal is, as a field; a tool of “progress”; a machinery of mass refusal. Taking its name from the vernacular geological terminology of Durham mineworkers, Black Torch is committed to elaborating a grounded account of this material resource:

    If you get the intellectual notion      
    of coal  
    there will be a filthy
    armchair theorist    
    hewing carboniferous seams

    (157)

    The carefully stepped spatial arrangement of this passage, in which Black Torch most closely echoes Olson’s Maximus, suggests a mimetic relation between the stratigraphy of the coalfield and the formal mapping of the page, insisting on the primacy of field over form; practice over armchair theory. Against the abstraction of resources and anticipated profit margins that delimit the attenuated “intellectual notion / of coal” legible to the industrial surveyor, Black Torch turns toward the coalfield from another angle:

    beyond Hartfell    
    spines knot
    under millstone  
    iron & lead    
    coal    
    nearer the sea      
    on a final shelf    
    is 280 fathoms at Pemberton’s Colliery    
    under magnesian      
    into the German Ocean      
    (there are signs      
    on      
    the map
                                                                                        (157)

    Here, a cartographic mode collides with the material conditions of the mineworkers. If the dominant register is geologic, tracing the disposition of coal seams and mineral veins from inland millstone to the unexhausted coal reserves under the North Sea, “spines knot” is more than just a metaphor. If there are “signs / on / the map” that demarcate the morphology of the coalfield, it is only from this partisan perspective—this subterranean materialism—that the backbreaking labor of extraction becomes legible.

    If Black Torch adopts the counter-cartographic compositional practices of the open field, the work is first and foremost an attempt to rewrite histories of coalmining in Durham from below. Identifying this structuring tension, Luke Roberts’s Seditious Things: Barry MacSweeney & the Politics of Post-War British Poetry (2017) offers an astute account of MacSweeney’s ambivalent relation to the influence of open-field poetics on the British Poetry Revival while simultaneously tracing a poetics of “radical dissent” in Black Torch that “situates the work as a contribution to the work of New Left historians and critics such as [E. P.] Thompson” (63). As Roberts notes, the collection wears its debts to the History Workshop on its sleeve, not least the poem “Black Torch Strike,” which is composed almost entirely from Thompson’s seminal study of industrial-era resistance, The Making of the English Working Class (1963). Shaped by MacSweeney’s reading of Thompson, as well as his experience covering the miners’ strikes and organizing for the National Union of Journalists in 1974, the politics of Black Torch are entrenched firmly in workers’ autonomy and self-organization. The closing lines of the title sequence offer a succinct reformulation of Douglass’s insistence on workers’ control:

    there’ll be no pit justice  
    until the pits  
    are in the hands of the real owners  
    the pitmen

    (162)

    Stitched together from composite resources that include reported speech, archival research, and apocryphal “found-text,” several passages closely resemble Douglass’s partisan account of rank-and-file demands and labor disputes at the coalface, pitting oral histories in Northumberland dialect against the managerial language of a hegemonic archive. Adopting a polyvocal mode of open-form poetics, Black Torch positions its readers as “observers among the workers” (Roberts 69) as it shifts between the miners’ own accounts of labor struggles beneath the field and the official narrative composed above the surface. Rendered in the miners’ dialect of pitmatic, MacSweeney’s strikers offer caustic critiques of working conditions, piece-rates, productivity, and property as an appropriation of “profit / without work” (150). As Roberts and Crompton foreground in their readings, this juxtaposition of hegemonic and vernacular voice is often employed to dramatize a form of epistemic antagonism between bourgeois objectivity and partisan knowledge. In one passage, the workers’ account of “black dust doon ya lungs” as the common cause of respiratory disease is cast against the “scientific truth” that

    coal is vegetable in origin
    therefore it is organic
    therefore unharmful
    (149)

    Here, the production of knowledge regarding the geochemical properties of the coalfield appears ineradicably tied to struggle. As Douglass reflects in Pit Life, the subterranean condition of the “mine necessitates a different attitude of mind” expressed in vocabularies, solidarities, and knowledges “peculiar to that environment” (1). Another apocryphal archival fragment, in the form of a letter left for the mine owners by a miner following strike riots in 1831, makes explicit this claim to partisan knowledge:

    I dinna pretent to be profit, but I naw this, and lots of ma marrows na’s te, that we’re not tret as we owt to be, and a great filosopher says, to get noledge is to naw we ignerent. But weve just begun to find that oot, and ye maisters and owners may luk oot, for yor not gan to get se much o yor own way, we gan have some of wors now . . .

    (165)

    Articulating partial knowledge as a condition of partisan objectivity, Black Torch holds up these situated knowledges and vernacular cartographies of the workers as a means of representing the materiality of coal, tracing the technical reorganization of coal production since the nineteenth century, and historicizing struggles over energy in the 1970s.

    As the poet Andrew Duncan has it, Black Torch depicted the political landscape of 1978 as “a mine, from which we can only exit when led by someone who holds the illuminating torch – of Marxist theory, perhaps” (63). Yet by the time MacSweeney’s sequence reaches its final section, “Black Torch Sunrise,” the trajectory of the coming struggles nonetheless remains unclear. Here, the bright flame of the miners’ strike first lit in 1844 and seemingly reignited by the NUM actions of 1972 disperses into the fragmentary prospect of “individual consciousness, local energy / & mass development” as “TUC inner cadres make closed door pacts with the Govt” under the pressure of rising inflation and energy costs (170, 169). If Black Torch had sought to combine “Marxist historiography, trade union activity, and the forces of poetic production” to map a counter-history of the coalfield, Roberts reflects that, in this final gesture, “the political conditions of the 1970s exceed the poem’s grasp” (68, 74). Tracing themes of petroleum dependency and isolation through “Black Torch Sunrise,” Roberts reads this closing poem as a critical assessment of the project as a whole. For MacSweeney, he suggests, the formal combination of open-field poetics and history from below had “falsely accumulate[d] its power from a form of solidarity and a history of dissent which was being outmanoeuvred” from both sides by 1978, even before the “comprehensive crisis of Thatcherism” (75).

    Fig. 4. Barry MacSweeney and Michael Chaplin, Ode to Coal, 1978. Courtesy of Michael Chaplin.

    To frame this reading of the formal limitations of Black Torch as a limit point for a certain aesthetic of mapping, we might turn to another work published by MacSweeney in the same year: Ode to Coal. Omitted from the Trigram Press collection Odes: 1971–1978Ode to Coal remains anomalous within MacSweeney’s work. Composed in collaboration with Michael Chaplin, the poster-poem is so formally and tonally distinct from the Odesthat it appears, instead, as a potential culmination of the vein of work initiated by Black Torch. Tracing the “gradation of ancient forests” into carbon’s “structureless matrix” beneath a cross-section outline of the mineshaft, this work clearly reflects the subterranean trajectories and geological concerns of MacSweeney’s open-field project. Yet where Black Torch had offered a dense, combinatory bricolage of historical, vernacular, and tactical knowledge, Ode to Coal merely lists the categories of coal found on the Durham field: “lignite bituminous anthracite.” Stuck in a slag heap of “dull coal” rather than illuminated by the black torch of theory, the monotone recital of geological knowledge is so utterly devoid of the partisan perspectives that shaped Black Torch that the ode appears skeptical of poetry’s capacity to carry any form of knowledge, let alone map a terrain. Read alongside Black Torch, however, the cascading parataxis of “fracture / structure / destroyed” takes on another resonance, invoking a labor movement fragmented by rising inflation, anti-union laws, and the complicity of union bureaucracy with state officials. The coalfield of 1978 is not so much a combustive terrain of class antagonism but a mute geology in which “no volatile matter” remains. Where Williams saw the poem as a physical field of action, “atoms have greater affinity / for each other” than MacSweeney’s fractious left.

    If the composition of carbon deposits refracts the decomposition of organized labor and social life after 1973, the formal composition of Ode to Coal also reflects the specific conditions of the field’s declining productivity. According to Chaplin’s recollection, MacSweeney had originally composed the poem over a graph of the coalfield’s output after nationalization in 1947 (Bevington 405). If we assume that each line corresponds to the productivity of a given year, then each of the three stanzas turned on its side offers a mapping of the field’s exhaustion and the downward trajectory of production. In this poetic map of failure, fragmented and discontinuous, the decline of the coal industry and the decimation of organized labor appears as a ghostly imprint; the promise of composition by field as a measure of social and economic conditions becomes an all-too-literal representation of political terrains. In place of the partisan perspective from below, we find a slanted view of the infrastructural transition and the geological field that subtend this poetic form.

    Perpetual Kidnap: Coal

    If “In the Coal Year” recorded a moment of militant optimism before the defeat of the NUM in 1985, by the time Bill Griffiths moved to the port town of Seaham at the end of the decade that political milieu would have been near-unrecognizable. Griffiths was an anarchist, prison abolitionist, and dialect historian who had met MacSweeney through Writers Forum in the early years of the British Poetry Revival. In Seaham, he produced an extensive body of work on coal mining and mineworkers’ dialect that bridged linguistics, people’s history, and open-field poetics. In both his dialect dictionaries, most notably Pitmatic: The Talk of the North East Coal Field (2007), and his poetry, such as The Coal World: Murton Tales Reworked as Dialect Verse (1995) or the three-volume series Coal (1990–1991), Griffiths draws on the same local archives and autonomist tendencies as Douglass’s History Workshop pamphlets. Like Black Torch, his poetry is trenchantly vernacular, formally radical, and grounded in the language of the coalfield. Yet if Coal follows the methodological orientations outlined above in its commitment to documenting this field from below, it also reflects profound shifts in the social, energetic, and material conditions that had taken place in the 1980s. Black Torch took the coalfield as the carboniferous heart of fossil capital. This same “coal-heart” appears in Griffiths’s work in the early 1990s as a “long-lasting negative” of its extractive history (230, 229). While the decline of mining in the northeast had been the culmination of successive governments’ attempts to “eliminate the coal industry in favour of imported oil” (Rutledge 415), pit closures had accelerated under the Thatcher administration and, by 1990, the terminally declining coal industry was on the verge of privatization. Griffiths’s “North Scenes” offers a blunt account of the effects of offshoring and deindustrialization on social life in Seaham: “Stakes were all dead ship-building was. . . . And In this silence, / only the tankers off to the sea” (298).

    In the 1972 pamphlet Fools Gold, MacSweeney had offered a glimpse of the envisioned resource future that emerged glimmering on the horizon in

      tiny sparklets
    of optimism along the sea-
    gas pipes

    (72)

    Throughout Griffiths Coal trilogy, the energy output of the North Sea oil fields comes to eclipse a subterranean expanse of coal shafts now crossed by “tanker-lanes” instead of “coal-barges” (250, 234). The exhausted coalfield, in the opening sequence of Coal, is no longer a site of workers’ struggle but a field site for “industrial archaeology” (229, 232). The initial brevity of Griffiths’s lines and the plunging trajectory of the poems’ stanzas offer a spatial mimicry of the “vertical shaft” (231), but the sequence swiftly moves its focus from the material form of the coal seam to the syntactic articulations of logistical networks that accompany and encircle fossil fuel extraction. First the mine, as Griffiths puts it,

    Then the trains.
    Link, arrangement, movement;
    brightly banded commas
    click up

    (233)

    Where “In the Coal Year” had framed transport infrastructures as a tactical opportunity for workers, Coal registers the far-reaching impacts of logistical transformations in energy supply chains that had accompanied the transition from coal to oil. As Jasper Bernes has argued, the rise of logistics in the 1970s had been “one of the key weapons in a decades-long global offensive against labour” in which the globalized supply chains “effectively encircled labour, laying siege to its defensive emplacements such as unions and, eventually, over the course of the 1980s and 1990s, completely crushing them” (186). The possibility of intervention on the terrain of energy was increasingly circumnavigated by “stretching out the thin line of oil production” and dispersing its labor force across neocolonial extraction sites and strategically situated refineries (Mitchell, Carbon 5).

    Alongside the dismantling of workers’ control, the combination of the logistical and financial circuitries of oil’s lubricity presented “even greater challenges, or full-blown blockages, for representation and orientation” after 1973 (Toscano and Kinkle 14). Reflecting on the legacy of partisan research in the wake of the 1970s, Polleri describes the workers’ inquiry as a cognitive map essentially correlative with the factory, moving from the immediate terrain of struggle outward to the social factory and, finally, a map of totality: “From the singular fragment of social life, from its situated gaze, it becomes possible to achieve a collectivization of experience, and even the augmentation of the potential for resistance and struggle” (442). If the methodological reorientations of co-research and the advances of partisan knowledge were situated in contrapuntal relation to Ford-Taylorism as a method of mapping, structuring, and extracting value from the circuits of assembly-line production and unwaged social reproduction, 1973 had marked the end for the hegemony of this postwar model. As Polleri articulates, the “neoliberal transformations beginning at the end of the 1970s called for a new reflection,” and “the perspective of inquiry ha[d] to be modified in turn; the pluralization and complexification of the ‘point of view’ must follow those of the space of experience of contemporary proletarians” (442). Put simply, the opacity of the petroleum pipeline or the supply chain, alongside the increasing unemployment of an industrial working class, presented a critical problematic for the factory-floor inchiesta as a means of mapping class antagonism or articulating the perspective of the worker to a critique of totality. In what remains of this essay, I argue that across the prismatic forms and logistical sites of Coalopen-field poetics encounters a comparable impasse.

    Eric Mottram describes Griffiths work “a language of elisions and disjunctures” that scatters poetry across a prism of perspectives (“Every” 10). Throughout Coal, the socioecological ruptures of petrocapitalism find expression in linguistic surfaces rent by the pressures of carbon-fueled growth and its eventual decline. If the extraction of coal, in Griffiths’s shattered language, appears as a systemic “ab-use” of the field’s extensive hydrocarbon reserves, then it is an apparatus that deindustrialization has summarily “dissembled” (237). Put simply, both the material infrastructure of the pits and the social substratum of Seaham collieries have been rapidly dismantled. In the wake of this disassembly, the promise of exponential growth turns out to have been a lie. If Black Torch turned the poetic resources of the open field and the methods of history from below toward a rendering of the social formations that manifest across the coalfield in the nineteenth century, Coal instead reflects the decomposition of the working class and the dispersal of struggles of energy from the site of production across disparate sites of circulation and consumption. In place of the distinctive perspectival orientations of the armchair theorist and the subterranean worker, Griffiths’s work reflects the pluralization and complexification of the partisan perspective in its prismatic collision of vocal registers, phonemic fragments, and extractive sites. Attempting to index a ground shift from coal’s “great in-draught / of energy” as the foundation of social life to the increasingly fractal experience of economic downturn in which this nexus of labor and energy is contorted in “a muddle of / work-content, novelty, and demand,” Coaladopts a paratactic and often asyntactic register to trace the repurposing of mines and dockyards into “places of collection and disposal” (238). Cast adrift in the circuitries of the logistical field, the open form of poetry is “turned to a list / an incomprehension” (241).

    In expressing this shift away from an industrial organization of the work-energy nexus, Griffiths’s logistical poetics takes on a specific valence in relation to the resource aesthetics of the open field. Throughout “Projective Verse,” Olson had framed the page as a field of energy transfer and cast the open-form poem, in turn, as a “high-energy construct” transmitting kinetic energy along the “lines of force” afforded by the typewriter (240, 250). Extending Williams’s idiom of theoretical physics, the concept of the poem as an “energy discharge” of linguistic “particles” reflects the distinctive nuclear energy unconscious of mid-century modernism (241, 240). As Will Rowe reflects, Griffith’s work is likewise shaped by “an acute awareness of the historical energies in the language” it inherits (163). Across Coal, however, the splitting of the atom gives way instead to the “carbon halo” that radiates from “excitable engines” (248) of fossil fuel combustion and circulation: Where Olson had seen the poetic line as a vector of energy transferred to the reader, Coal returns us to the kinetics of the open field:

    and the seeds of matter
    the indivisibles,
    specks and spiral
    turned out to energy, omega,
    and the knot is found simply
    to go back to LINE.

    (237)

    This capitalized return to the “LINE” consciously adopts an Olsonian idiom and typographic inflection, but it also diverges along two critical trajectories. Here, the composition of “matter” or the “knot” of industrial and energetic metabolisms appear as “indivisibles,” resistant to metaphors of nuclear fission or social division. This knotted relation between the form of poetry and the material form of fuel “turned out to energy,” Griffiths suggests, is irresolvable. At the same time, “LINE” has changed its meaning. Across Coal’s three volumes, the line of the poem takes on a correlative relation to “the line of supply” (238), through which the circulation of oil comes to encircle, or outflank, organized labor. Stretching outward from the dockyards and the subsea coalfield to the drilling platforms of the Forties Field, the abandoned infrastructures of coal and the ascendant logistical networks of oil come to dominate the field of the poem as “the dead and living march all equally / by lines of cable, track and pipe” (239). Returning to the lines of force that crossed the field of the 1950s, Coal finds a dense meshwork of pipelines, power grids, and shipping tankers that dislocate the historical processes of energy transition from any horizon of pit justice. In place of the kinetic poetics of transfer and fission, we encounter an aesthetics of supply lines and blockades.

    For Mottram, this mapping of resource injustice is “a recurrent Griffiths theme: the unnatural and natural formations of energy, the voluntary and involuntary conversions of energy into form, including those of justice and poetry” (“Every” 17). Coming to the fore in the final sequence of Coal, this transformation of fossil energy into social and poetic form appears far removed from the collective refusal of any energy compromise in Black Torch. Where the 1974 strike had capitalized on petroleum shocks to choke the state’s supply of coal, energy crisis appears in Coal as an apparatus that enables the extraction of surplus value from those populations deemed surplus to capital in the period of long downturn:

    the only route to profit is terror.

    Are you cold?
    Pay us for more heat.
    The rightprice –
    The profit price.
    (What littlest you can give,
    what most you can get.)
    Perpetual kidnap.

    (251–252)

    Here, energy has shifted from a site of potential sabotage in the machinery of fossil capital to a mechanism of debt and destitution that extracts value from the barest substratum of social reproduction: the perpetual kidnap of depending on British Petroleum or Shell PLC for heat. Where Pit Life and Black Torch rendered the coalfield as a site of critical disputes over the social and material conditions of energy production, the three volumes of Coal chart a shift toward the spheres of energy’s circulation and consumption. As if in response to the choking of the national coal supply by the NUM in 1972, the poem captures the violence with which privatized energy companies exert their monopoly on oil and gas supply as a mode of social domination. Griffiths might no longer look to the open field to chart a pathway out of perpetual dispossession, yet Coal resituates the politics of refusal on this terrain of circulation. Describing geophysical and millennial processes by which “sea-weeds tire into oil” beneath the surface of the North Sea, the ending of the second volume heaves itself toward an exhortation: “Let us have no more obedience. / Not words, but teeth” (245, 246).

    Taking Stock

    If, as Ruth Wilson Gilmore reminds us, “the only purpose of doing any of this analysis at all is figuring out where and how to fight,” then Black Torchand Coal offer poetic inquiry as an attempt to situate contemporary crises of energy, capital, and climate against the shifting terrain of energy struggles after 1973. As these overlapping projects reflect, the offshoring of energy extraction and circulation across increasingly dispersed networks of supply presents a certain historical impasse for open-field poetics or militant research as field theory in the Durham Coalfield. Nonetheless, they might still offer us a tool for mapping where and how to confront flows of energy and finance that appear ever more opaque and further removed from our capacity to intervene. As Bernes reflects, echoing Polleri, the partisan perspective comes up against the totality of logistical circulation as a seemingly impassable horizon of thought:

    It is a view from everywhere (or nowhere), a view from space, that only capital as totalising, distributed process can inhabit. Only capital can fight us in every place at once, because capital is not in any sense a force with which we contend, but the very territory on which that contention takes place. Or rather, it is a force, but a field force, something which suffuses rather than opposes. Unlike capital, we fight in particular locations and moments – here, there, now, then. To be a partisan means, by necessity, to accept the partiality of perspective and the partiality of the combat we offer.

    (199)

    If capital appears simultaneously as the target and terrain of struggle—a “field force” that suffuses social life—then this insistence on the deictic coordinates of theory makes a claim comparable to the modalities of thought and fieldwork outlined above. More than this, the forms of fracture and dispersal that demarcate Griffiths’s accounts of the coalfield bear a striking resemblance to Bernes’s description of counter-logistical theory as a situated mode of mapping; a methodology for “taking stock of things we encounter in our immediate environs,” not so much “the standpoint of the global totality, but rather a process of bricolage from the standpoint of partisan fractions” (201).

    Confronted with the field force of capital in motion, Bernes’s levity regarding the limits and capacities of this “difficult view from within” (174) articulates a condition that Black Torch or Coal repeatedly come up against in their attempts to combine partisan research and open-field poetics, taking the coalfield as both the field of study and terrain of struggle. The formal difficulties and limitations of this work stage a comparable ambivalence regarding the capacity of open-field poetry to carry the same forms of knowledge to which historical materialism lays claim; in other words, to produce legible cartographies of capital. At the same time, both collections insist on the inextricability of theory and poetics from the field, tracing the contours and the limits of a knowledge tied to struggle. In doing so, they maintain the centrality of the partisan perspective to the methodologies of field theory. In Coal, the littoral between the Durham Coalfield and the North Sea appears in a cascade of echoic homonyms, energetic propulsions, and cartographic horizons:

    See the seam,
    scorched with its moving,
    and a long map

    (230)

    This seam of black torch, ignited by the combustive force of circulating capital, comes to stand for a subterranean line of inquiry below the surface of the coalfield. It is a partial map of energy and capital flows, situated from below. As Gigi Roggero reflects, the attempt to orient ourselves within the current crisis returns us to the militant theory of the 1970s in order “to overturn it against the present: not to contemplate it but to set it alight.” Revisiting the clandestine fires, prismatic forms, and fragmentary maps that come to occupy the partisan poetics of the coalfield, we might similarly reground theory on this open terrain.

    Fred Carter is a postdoctoral researcher with the Infrastructure Humanities Group at the University of Glasgow, and Fellow of the Rachel Carson Centre, Munich. His current monograph project, Poetry & Energy After 1973, traces the emergence of a poetics of exhaustion and a politics of refusal against intersecting crises of petroleum, productivity, and social reproduction. With Jeff Diamanti, he is co-director of the practice research residency FieldARTS. His first poetry chapbook, Outages, is forthcoming with Veer2.

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    Footnotes

    1. See Bellamy, O’Driscoll, and Simpson; and Mitchell, “Carbon Democracy at Ten.”

    2. If Haraway now appears more frequently alongside countervailing materialist tendencies, her insistence that “only partial perspective promises objective vision” (583) proceeds explicitly from Nancy Hartsock’s “standpoint of the oppressed” as an “epistemological device . . . on which to ground a specifically feminist historical materialism” (287, 284).

    3. Christopher Hill’s The World Turned Upside Down (1972) is an archetypal example of this perspectival shift. Inspired by Sven Lindqvist’s Dig Where You Stand (1978), the History Workshop followed a comparable trajectory to that of co-research, taking the partisan perspective as the basis of historical inquiry.

    4. See Fraser; Mackey; Yépez.

    5. For much of his early life, MacSweeney had lived in immediate proximity to both the mineworks of Northumberland and the coal terminals of Newcastle, yet found himself working in the southeast as a journalist in 1974, covering the NUM strikes from afar and embroiled in the National Union of Journalists’ (NUJ) strike of the same year.

  • Meadowing in Common: Towards a Poethics of Overgrowth

    Maria Sledmere (bio)

    Abstract

    Building on Daniel Eltringham’s notion of the “kinetic commons,” this essay offers “meadowing” as an experiment in putting to creative-critical work the multi-sensory dreamscape of abundance, desire, exposure, and biodiversity signified by meadow. Through close readings of contemporary texts by Verity Spott, Tom Raworth, and Myung Mi Kim, and drawing on Sedgwick’s “reparative reading” and other critical concepts, it explores how meadowing works as a poethic practice. It proffers a lyric architecture whose fieldwork of study and dream is ongoing, whose bounds are messily incomplete, and whose orientations are improvisatory and immersive.

    Worldseed

    That’s the thing about meadows. There’s so much to see, you have to keep coming back time and time again. It’s up to all of us to make sure there is something left to come back to.

    —Alistair Whyte, “The Meadows of Scotland”

    In a meadowing ballad my sprit points blissTo plough in the rivering air of her footpath songs.

    —W. S. Graham, “The Seven Journeys”

    Elaine Gan observes that “It takes a world to make a seed. But it takes more than a seed to make a world” (91). No cellular unit, distinct, makes a world alone. The question of Gan’s “more than” is dependent on “how we distinguish a seed and a world, a drop of water and an ocean, a leaf and a landscape” (94). “Where,” Gan asks, “does one end and another begin?” (94). I want to go all in, I can’t toggle between anymore. I am between where the sunlight touches that phone screen slant of refraction; rustling thought between all of us. I am the free indirect discourse of the meadow. As the quote above from Alistair Whyte, Head of PlantLife Scotland, suggests, the time of the meadow is one of ceaseless return, and in that return a caretaking. A thickening of discourse to know what world is. I want to do something with the “so much,” the “more than” that characterizes our sense of the meadow: hay-giving grassland, indeterminate lieu de mémoire, precarious yet resilient site of biodiversity, supportive of life.

    As we tell each other to “touch grass,”1 meaning “go outside” on the internet, we implore one another towards a temporary digital egress offered in some imaginary open field beyond our screens.2 I want to offer meadowing as a gerund for the provisional, expansive fieldwork of poetic opening, inflected by the immersive, in medias res quality of dreaming—which dispossesses us of mastery and stable perspective. In my use, meadowing becomes a practice-led poethics3 of sounding out more-than-human worlds and histories through the dense and replenishing figure of a meadow. David Farrier has praised lyric’s ability to capture the “thick time” of the anthropocene,4 putting “multiple temporalities and scales within a single frame, to ‘thicken’ the present with an awareness of the other times and places” (9). Instead of “frame,” I want to think primarily about lyric poetry as an architecture of distributed, more-than-human sociality in which reading might be called meadowing. Whereas W. S. Graham employs the laborer’s tool of the “plough” as a figure for poetry’s romantic pursuits of “bliss” (5), Whyte reminds us that the meadow isn’t endless, and its beauty requires the work of collective return.5 Evoking the static pastoral ideal of languor, a place of return and retreat, the meadow is also a site of exposure, risk, abandonment, and melancholy. The meadow is where Man shoots the mother deer in the Disney classic Bambi(1942). It is a site of slag heaps, fly tipping, wild and opportunistic overgrowth; the edge land between industrial estates sprung up with buddleia against the odds. To meadow is to go into mourning and dream.

    Meadowing resonates with what Daniel Eltringham has recently called the “kinetic commons” (69), whose ideal landform is the ragged meadow, constantly open to regeneration, biodiversity, and shared abundance. Eltringham situates the “kinetic commons” within a complex historical lineage of commoning, which goes beyond the agrarian, from “the parliamentary enclosures of the Romantic period” to the Commons Act of 2006, which has protected urban spaces such as London’s skatepark, The Undercroft, from private redevelopment (5, 1). Like Eltringham, I prefer “the verb form, ‘to common’, and its gerundial noun ‘commoning’, to deployments of ‘the commons’ as an abstract, universalizing discourse of governance or rights” (4). This accords with Peter Linebaugh’s conceptualizing of the commons as “not a thing but a relationship,” something which “must be entered into” (18, 14). Meadowing is a verb-gerund that also encapsulates the associative dimension of meadow as overgrowth, dreamscape, working land, commons, and memory site. A good example of work that performs kinetic commoning is Budhaditya Chattopadhyay’s Landscape in Metamorphosis (2008), which Chattopadhyay describes in The Auditory Setting as “an auditory mediation of place created through the artistic transformation of an acoustic landscape into an electroacoustic environment” (89). As a phonographic assemblage combining narrative with audio ambience, the work invites us into a multidimensional memoryscape in its traversal of Eastern India. The birdsong, crunchy footprints, or fire crackles walk us into a continuous and unfolding sense of time’s field—the machinic and organic, the sung and disrupted, are repeated and interspersed. The changing metamorphoses of landscape are decidedly, as the title suggests, synchronous, open, and plural.

    Through meadowing, I want to track possibilities for field theory that converse with an ongoing history of commoning, and reorient the poetic, by which I mean creative and critical, work of ecological response towards a reparative ethic of openness, incompleteness, and play. I undertake this primarily through readings of poems by Verity Spott, Tom Raworth, and Myung Mi Kim. As the call for papers for this issue prompts reflection on the relational dynamics of “field frequencies” and the “stylistics of disciplinary habit,” here I want to foreground poetics as a crucial modality through which meadowing is put into practice as a logic of rehearsal or wager. As Charles Bernstein argues, “One of the pleasures of poetics is to try on a paradigm . . . and see where it leads you” (161). If the basic principles of meadowing follow a logic of openness, biodiversity, and indeterminacy, then to follow its tentative “paradigm” is to explore what an experimental linguistic practice might do to our embodied thinking and feeling within the sited “worlds” of research. This is not to conflate the meadow with the commons: the former is essentially an area of unkempt grassland, the latter a historical idea that may be tied to specific instances such as the “‘village commons’ of English heritage or the ‘French commune’ of the revolutionary past” (Linebaugh 13). While I make reference to commoning, I seek not to align with it a historically specific concept, but rather use meadowing as a “material heuristic” for attuning to ecologies of ongoingness and multiplicity (Jue and Ruiz 1).

    So what exactly is a meadow? Outlining the accretive or diminutive process by which an assemblage of plants and animals become or stop being a meadow, Timothy Morton identifies the fuzzy boundaries of definition: “There is no single, independent, definable point at which the meadow stops being a meadow” (Dark Ecology 73). We can’t identify a precise moment when, perhaps through the decline in biodiversity or the stripping of vegetation, a meadow ceases to be meadow. The continual striving for metaphysical distinction, while imprecise, has material implications. To choose a local example, documented on The Children’s Wood website, the space which occupies the North Kelvin Meadow and Children’s Wood in Glasgow’s West End have been variously, since the early nineteenth century, a cricket ground, open space, home of shift huts for soldiers, sports ground, drug den, and community space. In the past two hundred years, there have been various struggles to keep the land out of the hands of property developers, and all the while the idea of land as being for the people was just as important as the iterative practice of its common use—as documented in various testimonials that highlight the land’s intrinsic benefit as, in the words of Tam Dean Burn, “a wilderness for the community to flourish in” (“History”). While the land didn’t always resemble a wildflower enclave, its representative ongoingness as public space constitutes an active form of commoning, which is nevertheless also dependent on precarious legal and commercial battles.

    I approach meadowing also through Silvia Federici’s idea of commoning as “the production of ourselves as a common subject” (254). This “common subject” is a community united by “a quality of relations, a principle of cooperation, and of responsibility to each other and to the earth, the forests, the seas, the animals” (254), a far cry from gated or otherwise exclusive communities of identity. Meadowing is not the totalizing, be all and end all of ecological relation—it does not substitute for campaigning for structural change, energy policy reform, and state interventions in corporate ecocide—but as with commoning, “it is an essential part of our . . . recognition of history as a collective project, which is perhaps the main casualty of the neoliberal era” (Federici 254). As neoliberalism seeps through climate discourse, the casualties of environmentalism tend to be on the one hand the antihumanist embrace of apocalypse as our deserved fate and on the other greenwashing capital and the individualizing of blame and climate responsibility—as if the anthropocene could be solved or abated through consumer choice. Meadowing yearns beyond this: it stumbles into an open, unruly space where we root through the weeds of the world together, seek nourishing resources and possibilities, cross paths. To arrive at the meadow by accident or pursuit is to arrive at the open field of error: to look for this im/possible space.6

    The gerund meadowing means that our sense of what constitutes the meadow, and our place within it, is always contingent, contextual and shifting. The “it” that Bernstein posits as our lead is the pronominal indeterminacy of meadowing in motion. Since the bounds of a meadow are contested—overspill of weeds and private interests—to attune to paradigms of meadowing is to submit to permeability, conceptual indeterminacy, and the freedom to play on common land. I dream meadowing as an unlimited virtual (non)site, whose locality and specificity is akin to the shapeshifting of the “I” in a lyric poem. As we shall see, it often manifests in a present-tense, deictic poetry of density, touch, and synchrony. As a work of poetics, this article grants itself the license of “setting forth,” thereby “resist[ing] rigidity & closure” in its discourse in the hope of conceptual fertility (Rothenberg 3). Meadowing as a handing over, an opening up. I will explore the work of meadowing across issues of atmosphere, morphology, density, lyric architecture, and poetics of attention, while negotiating the dense thickets of history and making desire paths across the works of various authors.

    Taking Root

    Meadowing is immersive business. Images and sensations cross-pollinate across us, here in the text. Meadowing is a way of reading as wandering, not for the plot of land or story but for the mutual germination that is writing’s messy, often unpredictable intimacy. Meadowing is excess: mosses betwixt bricks, hidden messages wedged between cell blocks, the wildflower strain of the motorway verge. Meadowing sustains with what capitalist efficiency and market logic discards. How do we cultivate space for nourishment and resilience—again the ardent buddleia—amidst that sense of waste and abandonment? In a world of ongoing enclosures, meadowing makes portable that former fantasy of the open pasture, this place to roam among poppy seed and mycelia. In short: meadowing pursues a lyric architecture of surrounds. I borrow this sense of architecture from Peter Sloterdijk’s “republic of spaces” (23), where architectures are relational structures of possibility, sociality, and hospitality.7 Meadowing, at once verb and gerund, participates in the imaginary distributions of such structures and in doing so moves towards a biodiverse, abundant logic of poetic practice.

    I am thinking here with David Harvey’s Spaces of Hope (2000), where the architect’s imaginative expenditure and their doing as “an embedded, spatiotemporal practice” (204) offers a way of thinking what Mark Fisher, in Capitalist Realism (2009), calls “the alternative.” The architect, Harvey writes, “has to imagine spaces, orderings, materials, aesthetic effects, relations to environments”—he could surely be describing the lyric poet—“and deal at the same time with the more mundane issues of plumbing, heating, electric cables, lighting.” Their decisions are constrained by “available materials and the nature of sites,” as well as the powerful input of “the developers, the financiers, the accountants, the builders, and the state apparatus” (204). Meadowing approaches the field environment through iterative, accretive practice, sensitively attuned to the agents, tools, and contexts at hand—often through poetic focalisation. We need the practicalities of craft, the energetic summons of imagined spaces, a real sense of the material conditions of possibility. We need what Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick calls a “reparative reading” of the field, where meadowing is an irreducible figure for wanting “to assemble and confer plenitude on an object that will then have resources to offer to an inchoate self” (149). Rather than resolving the contradictions of that “inchoate” self, meadowing offers an abundant, stylized logic of free exchange, not dissimilar to Sedgwick’s notion of camp, which constitutes “the communal, historically dense exploration of a variety of reparative practices” (150). It constitutes the medial relation of criticism’s remote fieldwork, an insistence on the attentive sway of the senses. Meadowing is less a concept than an ecopoetic orientation, an invitation towards associative thought and possible nurture: where reading may participate in the spatiotemporal idiosyncrasies of a particular site or landscape.

    The possibilities for such nurture, however, are bundled uneasily within those of capitalism. “The dialectic of the imaginary and its material realisation . . . locates the two sides of how capitalism replicates and changes itself,” Harvey points out, and if “such fictitious and imaginary elements surround us at every turn [from advertising to investment capital to speculative enterprise to the relentless ideological machine of Hollywood], then the possibility also exists of ‘growing’ imaginary alternatives within its midst” (206). With “growing,” Harvey uses the language of organic life, intervening in the capitalist tendency to also do so—the market commonly being described in terms of organic health, or green shoots. Humans may cultivate growth but it also just happens—sometimes seeds escape our mastery and interference. Upwards, sideways: they grow im/possibly. Something unexpected taking root.

    Ongoing Exposures

    What if meadowing could metabolize ecological hopelessness into ongoing song? Meadowing is a poethic practice that takes inspiration from the commoning described in Harvey, Federici, and others. Here, I trace its contradictions through a contemporary lyric example published in the UK. Verity Spott’s Hopelessness (2020) is a hybrid affair of poetry, prose, and absurdist theatre, where the grand themes of love, loss, and death play out in a world that isn’t exactly utopia or dystopia. There’s a hollowness to the book, where dialogue attains the high pitch of caricature and landscape appears barren, the half-memory of an unpleasant dream. Barely discernible characters fuzz in and out of focus. Affective gestures swerve into darker territory in the overlay of intensities, the echoing haunt of England’s green and pleasant lands. To read it, we find ourselves meadowing within multiple architectures of lyric hope and hopelessness.

    Hopelessness seems to take place in the non-site of many different meadows, which proliferate and are held in the song that is premised upon breath. There are fifty-four mentions of “meadow” in Hopelessness.

    Somewhere you have never been, a meadow
    and near to it this arid hum of wires.
    Smashed flowers.
    Chewing at a wounded floor,
    a song to sing to you with.

    (43)

    In Hopelessness, you literally can’t unplug nature from the wiring of techne. What might be a paranoid dystopia of wires replacing organic rhizomes, theories about Covid and 5G, the damage of electromagnetic signals upon ecosystems, just is this sprawling world. The song of Spott’s lyric cascades through the open meadow of this future we have already fallen upon. The space between the lines, crumpled flowers. A trace of the place you (never) went to once. Meadows in Hopelessness are not utopian places of solace, retreat, or pastoral consolation in a world of exposure to harm. They are radically elsewhere, provisional, or impossible. Five times across the book, when mentioning a meadow, Spott repeats the phrase “Somewhere you have never been” (39, 43, 60, 77, 78).8 What does this novelty of place hold for the hailed reader? The ambience of these meadows is spooky and destitute: a field of environmental destruction, with “smashed flowers” and “a wounded floor.” It reminds me of the weed-sprung edgelands of peri-urbanism, places of capital’s abandonment. The austerity of Spott’s meadows serves as synecdoche for the austerity of England itself: felt in the literal austerity measures of successive Conservative governments as much as capitalist realism’s austerity of the imagination.

    The meadows in Hopelessness are somewhat spectral and denied the distinctive spirit of place. There is rarely any specific detail to denote this meadow from that meadow. Meadows generate—“the new gaping meadow”—and can also be bleak places to wither, “so tired that you’d like to die” (77, 79). At least once, “Meadow” is capitalized, as if to indicate a kind of agglomerated ur-Meadow of return, which

    . . . becomes a station in prayer, an oath to
    the silos, abandoned slag heaps, unlistening feelings,
    protecting the hobbies of the meadow.

    (80)

    The meadow in Hopelessness is a cipher as much as any real field site. Spott dramatizes the processes by which more-than-human elements of atmosphere and place are constructed through speech acts that place nature elsewhere—the im/possible spaces of life and death, sacrifice zones that beat through the book. By anthropomorphizing the “hobbies” of the meadow, referring to its “abandoned slag heaps” and “silo,” Spott characterizes the meadow by way of an industrial past, defamiliarized with the catachresis of “hobbies” for what we might otherwise deem extractive labor. The presence of this ruined agricultural and industrial infrastructure feels strange, even uncanny, among the wire-filled world of the book’s modernity.

    With its obsessive description of wires, tubes, and nozzles, Hopelessnessoffers a charnel ground of the internet displaced outside, singing at the zoom-pace of highspeed broadband and exposing the entangled infrastructures of twenty-first century connectivity through a vascular imaginary of lines that replicate and mutate throughout the poem. Vascular because the wires, tubes, and nozzles are deeply related to the body, and often seem to bear medical purpose—held to the face, “the tube / in your sad hanging mouth” (86), as if to offer oxygen or nourishment. Here, there are no wild meadows untouched by humans; all the land is teeming with unexplained infrastructure. Those cylindrical tubes and cords that coil through the book are transporting something unspeakable. In lieu of energy or lifeforce, their carriage is bathetic and hollow. Perhaps, then, meadowing, they carry the echo of song.

    As a long poem with hybrid moments of dialogue, I envision the lyric architectures of Hopelessness as constantly assembling and reassembling in the durational mode of song, flowing rhythmically and also erratically (think of lyric energy spent, surged, distended, stormed) over the gape of a world below, into whose dissolve or plenum it is to have gone (to ask, who has gone?). A song of the gone occurs right before the image of a tube whimpering underground, and seemingly from nowhere, this sense of gone is personified in a glitching time:

    What would Gone have thought. Gone would shake
    their head. Gone in absence is better. Gone is cured:
    Not here.
    
    (82)

    The danger of thinking meadows is to reify them as the “gone” time of a static, pastoral of yore, or to commit an eco-fascist move of seeing real places, each one a unique convergence of multiple habitats, as interchangeable, abstract blocks, a problem with which Spott deliberately plays: these meadows are nameless and filled with nonlife. Browsing and cruising through their twisted descriptions, how should we learn to care about them?9

    What does it mean to go tell the meadow? Interlocution has at least partially failed in Spott’s meadows of anthropic and more-than-human presence. The meadow, remember, has “unlistening feelings” (80), which we can attribute to those whose lives were desiccated by Margaret Thatcher’s closure of the mines (see reference to abandoned slag heaps) and systematically ignored or denigrated by subsequent generations of politicians—and indeed extrapolate to the perennial missed climate targets and welfare failings of the UK’s right-wing government and state. To be unlistening is to be in a state of explicitly, and continuously, not listening, unravelling the very act of listening. An ecopoetics based on ambience would do its best to listen, even to voices and sounds of the human and more-than that are almost buried, but still steal out via desperate tubes and wires, these media of connectivity and attunement, underground. An ambient poetics is one of surrounds and suspension; crucially, it is “a materialist way of reading texts with a view to how they encode the literal space of their inscription” (Morton, Ecology 3). Spott’s ambient poetics of meadowing encode what is at stake in the multiply distributed necropolitics of postindustrial capitalism.10 Hopelessnesspromises a state of ongoing despair in which presence and life are fraught ideas.

    The poem’s formal emphasis on song, resonance, and refrain, not only through folk citation but also in its own lyric structures, renders Hopelessness a moving present of the coming and going. The book is suspended in this dialectic: its hymnal refrain of the coming light in relation to the gone; this coming to presence alongside the sense of what is beyond presence, departed, used-up, depleted, or extinct. Spott has spoken of the refrain as elegiac: “Several friends, all dying quite close together, was a lot of the impetus for writing the book, and that refrain is . . . in a way, to our friend” (Spott, “Conversation”). I want to think of meadowing in Hopelessness as elegia’s holdspace or topos for grief—when the constant refresh and entropic distraction of late capitalism would have us move forward on some ceaselessly progressive axis. Spott uses the openness of lyric, such as the gaping field between their “I” and the “you,” entities that exist in the poem without defined gender, to expand an ethics of fellowship, care, and relation that cannot easily be reduced to those of heteronormative intimacy, familial, or wage obligation.

    The work of meadowing in Hopelessness is distinct from the abstract meadows it depicts. I want to think here with Achille Mbembe, who in Necropolitics argues for a critical poethics of “transfiguration”: “a figural style of writing that oscillates between the vertiginous, dissolution, and dispersal” so that the reader grasps how “language’s function in such writing is to return to life what had been abandoned to the powers of death” (8). In Hopelessness, we meadow through both waste and regeneration, beauty and abandonment. Spott describes the recurrent meadow figure as “this beautiful pastoral place . . . a kind of dreamscape, this meadow where basically there’s no consequences” (Spott, “Conversation”). Wild, untamed, and belonging to no one, the meadow disrupts capitalist imperatives to enclose, monetise, or own by way of property and law. This proximity to abandonment and abstraction also renders the meadow a site of abuse without consequence. But the lyric architectures of Hopelessness, their generous movement of song, are constantly transposing moments of harm, care, and even wonder that commit us to the ongoing possibility that is sown in dream. “Look up my / love. Open your eyes. Here is the kinder sky!” (83). The hyperbole of light’s generosity, “the kinder sky,” is offered as a blessing. The book’s cross-pollination of references and fractal moments (many micro scenes, often around an anonymous face, come up variously again and again) resembles an algorithmic or unconscious deep state, where machine learning or the neural residues of memory replicate, regenerate, and discover forms and patterns. As Spott puts it: “the meadow, in the deep dream state you pollen the horizon” (78). Meadowing might be “pollen[ing] the horizon,” the lyric art of distributing possibility among the epochal foreclosures of the anthropocene, offering more than an echo from the end of the world: this song to you, in the light that is coming. What is left are these lines and surfaces: “Tubes. Wires. Windows on the / World” (108), gleaming and bouncing the light that is coming, had carried a surge.

    These tubes, wires, and revealing windows are a kind of interface through which the book processes energy and waste. Spott’s invocation of slag heaps metonymically calls up the material waste sites of post-Thatcherite Britain into a poem whose dystopias occupy an ambiguous, seemingly abandoned future, where the over-wired world becomes, entropically, the static austerity of these meadows. But how to occupy these sites, how to revive them? I’m thinking here with Jonathan Skinner’s term “entropology,” which “includes the study in words of entropy at work on a fractured continuum from words to things. It is thoughts on things in things” (24). If entropology is the study of entropy at work in language, meadowing involves the state of différance at play in this process.11Meadowing, with its porosity, veritable overgrowth, and tangle, is the ongoing introduction of difference (diversity, otherness, cross-pollination) and deferral (a suspended time of play, a state of indeterminacy whose very indeterminacy threatens essentialized definitions of land, ownership and belonging). How to cultivate possibilities of commoning surplus and expenditure from what Anna Tsing might call late-capitalist ruins? Meadowing lies in the overgrowth of the question. I seek structures of sensing by way of accident or the unexpected transformation contained within the living, precarious yield of meadow: its “heartbeat of contingency” in which play occurs (Sedgwick 147).

    Desire Paths

    I turn now to the poethics of play within meadowing, that tug of desire which bewilders the senses and forges new paths through excessive meadow stimulus, “the deep dream state” (Spott, Hopelessness 78) that is ever expanding and receding. A poetics of meadowing is inclined to the swerve of distraction, a change of course. To stay with the meadow is not to be in stasis. Mandy Bloomfield has noted the movements of capitalism’s transformation of nature in the “tangible” motions of Tom Raworth’s poetics. I am drawn to Raworth as a poet of immense speed, yet capable of recalibrating the spaces through which poetry regenerates its field. A poet, happily, with a long poem called “Meadow” (1999) that is striated with contradiction, logical leaps, and stumbling enjambement. Lines like “it is as it is / in fact it is not” tug out the ground beneath the poem, so we are left “following the edge / of a strange attractor” (13). This is a perfect description of the intensified desire economies of hypercritique, spilling with contradictory flickers of presence and absence to get somewhere in the act of departure, of always going. Elsewhere in the poem, Raworth writes:

    to milk a taste of the past
    the word sombre stretched
    tearing loose suction cups
    from the scree
    of complement deficiency
    back from infinity
    so soon itself a limit
    to objects forced into subdivision
    as if words named themselves
    permitted walks

    (21–22)

    Against the ecopoetic tradition of “dwelling” (Bate), this is a poetics that eddies speedily on the frisson of “infinity” and its assonant trail. The language of permission recalls, perhaps wryly, Robert Duncan’s “Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow” from The Opening of the Field(1960), a poem that yearns for “an eternal pasture folded in all thought” (7). In Raworth’s “Meadow,” “permitted walks” suggest the language of restriction, power, and privacy; the agency of words cannot pass smoothly into imaginative units but rather stay in the suggestive realm of “as if.” The poem careers with subtle sound effects and materialities of language, “the word sombre stretched”; language as a landslip of “scree” along which the speaker scrambles. I can hear the urgent action in the assonance of “stretching” and “tearing,” wondering if words are the very “objects forced into subdivision,” splintered into sounds like rubble or “scree.” The image of suction cups torn from stones is oddly reminiscent of Spott’s imagery of nozzles and tubes, and “to milk” suggests a prosthetic and supplementary relationship between landscape and (human) animal bodies—some reach towards a pastoral nourishment we experience as a bittersweet flicker of “taste.” The word “sombre” crops up again in the poem to describe “sombre moors” (19), suggesting atmospheres of sadness and shadow that permeate the lyric body of the land. This is a poem without an “I,” and there is no single thread of authoritative guidance to draw us through its patchy associations, thickets of description, and hidden depths. Meadowing here is a cascade of sound effects and sites of meaningful entrance: to make sense of the general field of the poem is to see everything and nothing at once, flitting amidst competitive detail.

    Darting between abstractions, the language of nature, and machinery, Raworth’s poetry traces the aperture of poetic edgeland: meadowing all the way. As Joan Retallack remarks of his work:

    One of several geometries of attention suggested by this poetics resembles that invited by the form of any meadow, linguistic or botanical: absent a footpath, there’s no single logic of entry or departure. One can frame any section and notice more and more ecodetail.

    (257)

    In the case of Raworth, meadowing performs a poethics of close reading the work for its “ecodetail.” “Meadow” begins in medias res with an image of “working on the hull” which is “delicately wrought” (13). In the Graham quote that opens this essay, the word “sprit” also exists in a maritime vocabulary, as a spar connecting the mast and sail of a ship. The convergence of oceans and meadows suggests a lyric architecture of significant expanse: a desire to cast one’s course to the elements. The key features here are entanglement and the in medias res quality of arriving never at the start or end but always to find oneself somehow immersed, in the middle, in the ceaseless tracing of ripples and folds. As Lyn Hejinian says of composition by field work, “Any reading of those works is an improvisation; one moves through the work not in straight lines but in curves, swirls, and across intersections, to words that catch the eye or attract attention repeatedly” (44). Meadowing is not to enter the field, approach the poem from above or outside, but to find yourself already caught by it in the affect field of elemental saturation, of sensory stimulus set out in poetry.12

    While there is evidently a forward momentum in the short lines and speed of Raworth’s poetry, I want to suggest, in accordance with Retallack, this is less an unspooling of linear duration than a spatializing of atmospheric flicker. Line breaks also perform an imperfect connective function, setting up thickets of association: images of “typhoid,” “exploding,” and “pistol shots” set violence and war amidst “pollen, spores, hair,” “the body’s defences,” so we are forced to meadow our way through a dense interface of memory and history, their spreading particulate matters—“relics from industrial air” (16–18). The stakes of the poem’s atmospheric meadowing: “release a collective breath,” with that prosodic stress on “breath” a kind of elocutionary force for navigating the “violent eddy patterns” of the poem (19). This culminates in the poem’s last line, with its overt political message: “force the destruction of wealth” (28), springing forth like coming upon a surprise in the landscape, a clearing or sudden drop of seven syllables—the same number as “release a collective breath.”13 “Meadow” asks its readers to body forth meaning by a meadowing attention, rich with allusion and accretion. Nothing may be watertight, blocked, completely delineated to serve ownership of meaning. Parallelisms in images or prosody create a sense of synchrony: as Lyn Hejinian says of Gertrude Stein’s landscapes, Raworth’s are similarly “resolutely synchronous,” a noticing field of “analogies and coincidences, resemblances and differences, the simultaneous existence of variations, contradictions, and the apparently random” (116–117). As I have demonstrated above, the arbitrary framing of one section is less the setting down of a quadrat for intense close reading than the impulsive and associative tug of a synchronous moment in which multiple possibilities flicker at once with poethical claim. The meadow may be a geographical location, but it is also a diverse set of “linguistic or botanical” content, into whose field we are invited to take many directions. The poem is not prescriptive or linear, but rather embodies the ecological poethics of meadowing in its very meandering, overgrown form. It exists in Farrier’s idea of lyric’s “thick time.”

    Where Raworth meadows by way of the short line, Myung Mi Kim’s Commons (2002) makes use of the long prose line, wedged into short stanzas, to articulate a meadow logic of something grown sideways and the foregrounding of negative, roaming space. From the very first page, Kim articulates a logic of presence and loss, particulate matters, filtering:

    In what way names were applied to things. Filtration. Not every 
    word that has been
    applied, still exists. Through proliferation and differentiation.
    Airborn. Here, this speck
    and this speck you missed.

    (3)

    To begin with a question, “in what way,” is to begin with an opening. As in Raworth, “names” or words are part of a material process of coming to meaning, here expressed as “[f]iltration” and its effects of “proliferation and differentiation.” There is wild growth, there is taxonomy. Names implicitly are the pollen and dust of “this speck,” where “this” gestures to something present in the atmospheric surrounds of the poem. The long lines with careful caesura follow the trajectory of a walk, one which must negotiate “things” as both solid and aerated features of poetic landscape. Kim’s book attends to the granular of daily life, and works by accumulation, abstraction, and association to express war, colonization, and disease through its manifestation in trauma and silence, in the atrophying of first-language. The reader negotiates a pliable and damaged ground where meaning works by fragment, increment, refusal: an image of “[c]utworms in tomato beds” folds into “pinecones burning” (6); growth parallels destruction. What sort of belonging or lyric identification, what flicker of beauty, is constantly tugged asunder by prosaic reality, “mills and farms,” “the levelling of the ground” (7), another blank page to trace across.

    The section “Pollen Fossil Record” culminates in a meadowing materiality of the book itself as uncertain, reflexive, bodily commoning:

    COMMONS elides multiple sites: reading and text making, discourses and disciplines, documents and documenting. Fluctuating. Proceeding by fragment, by increment. Through proposition, parataxis, contingency—approximating nerve, line, song

    (Kim 107)

    Fossil pollen, taken from pollen grains, can be used to interpret the climate and vegetation records of past millennia. The book then anticipates itself as such a fossil, artefact of pollen words and their wounding. The passage above speaks to the “[f]luctuating” logic of the verb and gerund inherent in the book’s procedural yet displacing, digressionary, flickering unfold. It asks to be read as such an unstable record, one that approximates units of meaning and sensation—“nerve, line, song.” Further on the same page, Kim writes: “The inchoate and the concrete coincide” (107). Harkening back to Sedgwick’s use of “inchoate” (149), we might think of meadowing again here as the offering of resources to a perspectival chaos, the hardening of the “concrete” coinciding with the soft “inchoate” moment—form and content. That Kim’s book contains its own statements of poetics, “The contrapuntal, the interruptive, the speculative” (108), invites the reader to approach the production of meaning with a similar procedure of plurality, digression, and “speculative” possibility. Between the continuous and the disconnected we might find the stop-start of forking, instinctive paths in the lyrical wilderness.

    Meadowing has that overlapping, iterative logic of the desire path. It is a mutual impression of presence and landscape, akin to Tim Ingold and Jo Lee Vergunst’s reflections on paths, footprints, and duration in Ways of Walking (2008):

    Paths that have been worn in vegetation through the regular passage of feet, as on a grassy meadow, are revealed not as an accumulation of prints but in the stunted or bent growth of trampled plant stems. Actual, distinct footprints show up most clearly in surfaces that, being soft and malleable, are easily impressed, such as of snow, sand mud or moss. Yet precisely because surfaces of this kind do not readily hold their form, such prints tend to be relatively ephemeral . . . . Footprints thus have a temporal existence, a duration, which is bound to the very dynamics of the landscape to which they belong: to the cycles of organic growth and decay, of weather, and of the seasons.

    (7–8)

    From this, we might envision our path through the poem—as through a meadow—as not just reparative and accretive but also traceable in the effects of “trampled plant stems” and other “easily impressed” surfaces. What do we do to the arrangement of the poem we pass through or play inside? The interpretative apparatus of meadowing might then be seen as a negotiation of poetic surface and surfeit, the textures of terrain and its wild excess. The emphasis on softness—mud, moss, snow—in the above passage resonates with Esther Leslie’s notion of “soft matters”: “interstitial, fuzzy, indeterminate entities” that manifest in actual architectures, infrastructure, forms of social control, from “data cloud[s]” to “the dense particulate air of tear gas that has saturated frequent protests,” as well as in the morphological tendencies of metaphor. Bringing this back to field theory, meadowing “softens” the hard terrain of the critical body. It seeks a sensuous and saturated attention to the environment of writing, to its spatiotemporal “dynamics.” This involves not a diluting of critical logic but an attention to the porous relation between writing body and writing world. Instead of looking for discursive frames, the hyperbolically capitalized “Windows on the / World” (Spott, Hopelessness 108), we might meadow our way, softly dissolving into the reciprocal flicker of being-in-landscape. We access desire paths through striated bruises in the soft matter of vegetation: regrowth erases our traces, if the field recovers. We leave the poem, the meadow, irrevocably changed; the poem, the meadow, is left changed also.

    Meadowing clusters words by sound and texture, a kind of soft play—performance—that attends to the life of entities in time—it is to weather in language, its wetness, its circadian occasion.14 Soft is a lyric gesture of the descriptive; soft is the pliant material of lyric architecture, holding us in a changing, ongoing moment. Soft is dangerous if misused, if it is merely compensatory or even complicit. As Leslie aptly puts it, writing in the aftermath of the first wave of COVID-19 and its associated social distancing bubbles: “We must learn to separate the froth, the media bubbles that puff and pop, from the substance of things, to turn the foam into protection, not suffocation.” Against the hard terrain of enclosure, meadowing offers the environmental responsiveness of textual “crossbreeding”:

    I sense that in each book words with roots hidden beneath the text come and go and carry out some other book between the lines. Suddenly I notice strange fruits in my garden . . . . And what words do between themselves—couplings, matings, hybridizations—is genius. An erotic and fertile genius.

    (Cixous 121)

    The word “genius” here is put to work with resonance of both “genus,” a taxonomic category often used in plant identification, and “genius loci,” which comes from Latin, literally “spirit of the place.” The garden of a text is not exactly walled, and the “erotic and fertile” energy of words and sentences makes of language a “strange” fruiting body, yielding im/possibilities in the transfer of nutrition between texts. This poethic of attunement, “I sense,” is the starting logic for approaching the field by way of a meadowing textuality. As in a meadow, much of the life is “beneath” the ground; much of its existence remains impenetrable to humans and might be felt more as an erotics of mystery. Assenting to the work of this “genius” is also to open one’s imagination to cross-pollination and desire beyond taxonomic logics. The risk of “genius loci” is absolution and essentialism, but an ethic of contingency and regeneration—“what words do between themselves”—displaces stability and human control over meaning. The spirit of meadowing brings Anna Tsing’s “arts of noticing” (17) directly into the creative-critical field and its desire paths of momentum, its carriage of “foothpath songs” (Graham 5). We must write, as Sarah Wood says in her book of the same name, “without mastery.” It is the surrender to a certain unpredictability and excess (of loss, desire, joy), a labor of both ambience and affect, that distinguishes meadowing from otherwise fieldwork.

    Loving Porosity

    “I love what grows,” writes Cixous, “[a]ll that grows to ripening and dying” (122). Meadowing offers a postcapitalist sense of excess that seeks to metabolize, as plants do, the atmospheric and material excesses of capitalist production into a more generous and replenishing abundance. It does not shy away from the complex affects and ethics of place, but rather attunes to both the melancholic, lost, or wasted and the joyous, fertile, or playful—“ripening and dying.” At stake in meadowing is a poethics of the loving and the porous. I want to offer it as a mode for imagining postcapitalist abundance: oscillating between real sites of commoning possibility and the cautiously utopian; offering a logic of impossibility alongside the necessary dreamwork of cultivating biodiversity, livable habitats, and unpredictable cross-pollinations. As Fred Moten writes:

    There’s a more-than-critical criticism that’s like seeing things–a gift of having been given to love things and how things look and how and what things see . . . . This necessity and immensity of the alternative surrounds and aerates the contained, contingent fixity of the standard.

    (183)

    If the field requires a certain predetermined delineation, meadowing might present this “alternative” of “surrounds” and common air, an ethic of atmosphere and overgrowth that overspills the boundedness of binaries such as inside/outside, field/theory, creative/critical, technology/nature, subject/object. In a time of intense mediation and digital interfacing, meadowing resists the structural frames and interfaces of platforms and opens onto a “commodious sensation” of “being lost,” which makes form itself malleable (Robertson 13). In the case of Myung Mi Kim’s Commons, the meadowing of language has a decolonial poethic of linguistic ecology. The speaker asks “How to practice and make plural the written and spoken” in a world of “mass global migrations, ecological degradations, shifts and upheavals in identifications of gender and labor?” (110). Meadowing might be a constant rehearsal of that plurality the idea of a meadow embodies, a willingness towards errancy.

    There are many other examples of meadowing in practice: the cross-pollinating abundance of Sylvia Legris’s Garden Physic (2022), which casts taxonomic plant archives into sensuous cacophonies of play; the watercolor gestures, collages, and illustrations that interleave many works by Maggie O’Sullivan; the immersive, shimmering quality of Margaret Tait’s poetic moving images. In Tait’s film HAPPY BEES (1954), her voiceover, “The children are not far away, the children live here,” connects images of crashing waves to earlier footage of children playing in a wildflower meadow. It is not that the children live directly in the sea,15 but that that sense of the children’s proximity, their belonging, connects us to a wider ethic of rechilding in which our sense of placing the “here” of the film is poetically extended to oceanic feeling. Meadowing takes the desire for kinetic engagement with the more-than-human, implicit in the viral phrase “touch grass,” to the level of grasping that feeling in common, unfolding towards some kind of openness or abstracted outside. Its densities of linguistic excess, spread on the internet, are just one way towards porosity.

    Meadows are literally carbon sinks, capable of storing carbon in their soil and deep-rooted grasses, but they are also traceable archives of more-than-human dreamings, the pure or childlike imaginary of “no consequences” in which alternative futures might be sustained or mourned (Spott, “Conversations”). To work in the descriptive, accretive mode of meadowing is not merely to memorialize the (almost) lost, but to rewild the text itself with the reparative desire for “plenitude” (Sedgwick 149). Meadowing can be a documentary ethic inflected by dream, a lyric architecture for magical thinking. It can channel material concerns through the exposures and atmospherics of a recognizable or obscure place. It might suggest maintenance, care, or productive neglect that gives life back to the meadow itself. Bernadette Mayer, in her book Works and Days (2016), ends a poem co-written with Niel Rosenthalis, “The Clandestine Celandine”: “the gubofi’s / decided to let the lawn go back to being a field” (84).16

    Maria Sledmere is a writer, critic, and artist. They were recently named as one of the Saltire Society’s “40 under 40” list of “outstanding Scottish creatives,” having authored over twenty books of poetry, including Cocoa and Nothing with Colin Herd (SPAM Press, 2023), An Aura of Plasma Around the Sun (Hem Press, 2023) and Visions & Feed (HVTN Press, 2022). Maria is Managing Editor of SPAM Press, a member of A+E Collective and Lecturer in English & Creative Writing at the University of Strathclyde, where they teach contemporary poetry and experimental literatures. Their critical work can be found in the Journal for Innovative British and Irish Poetrypost45Coils of the Serpent and MAP Magazine, among other places. www.mariasledmere.com.

    Acknowledgements

    I would like to thank Alexandra Campbell, Fred Carter, Colin Herd, and fred spoliar for discussion on earlier drafts of this article. Thanks also to Jeff Diamanti, Annie Moore, and my reviewers for their time and consideration.

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    Notes

    1. A memetic phrase, popular in recent years, meaning a person’s time online has reached a certain saturation and it’s time to go outside, to reconnect. The phrase appeals to a normative idea of wellbeing premised on time afk (away from keyboard), framed here as time in the sensory field of nature: grass in binary opposition to screens.

    2. See also Charles Olson’s poetics of the “open field,” which borrows from theoretical physics. I have chosen to largely sidestep Olson’s theory of field composition, mostly because similar terrain is already excellently covered in Eltringham’s Poetry and Commons. My efforts with this essay are less a form of historical and conceptual ground clearing and more a performance of what the notion of meadowing contributes, reparatively, to ongoing discourse around field composition, theory, and commoning.

    3. I borrow this term from Joan Retallack as a portmanteau of “poetics” and “ethics,” which suggests a commitment to the “wager”: that which “recognizes the degree to which the chaos of world history, of all complex systems, makes it imperative that we move away from models of cultural and political agency lodged in isolated heroic acts and simplistic notions of cause and effect” (Poethical 3). My use of poethics here is part of an ongoing project of “hypercritique,” in which the orientations of “towards” within the suffix “hyper” thinks ecology through the im/possible, reflexive “coming” of the dream (Sledmere 54). I offer meadowing as an experimental wager for entering and conceptualizing inchoate poetic fields.

    4. I decapitalize anthropocene to acknowledge “wariness over the totalising authority ascribed to an epochal term, and to recognise its viral agency and mutation within a burgeoning cultural vernacular around climate crisis” (Sledmere and Williams 16).

    5. I refer to Graham’s lines here partly because it is the only instance of the term “meadowing” I have so far been able to find in literature.

    6. I want to acknowledge here Saidiya Hartman’s work on errancy and waywardness as “the practice of the social otherwise,” a way of being in the world that puts into material play new possibilities and narratives, forging paths of “utopian longing” and “refusal” (227, xvii).

    7. I borrow the idea of sociality as a field of performative relation, a living “ensemble” (136), from Stefano Harney and Fred Moten’s The Undercommons (2013).

    8. In one of these instances, the line is enjambed to “Somewhere / you have never been. A meadow” (60).

    9. For more on fascism and “block” imaginaries, see Danny Hayward. In their interview with fred spoliar, Spott talks about the dangers of abstraction in pastoral, where “[i]f you leave it open and abstract, then everyone can make up their own minds about what that means . . . . It’s like ‘taking Britain back’ from the Europeans or whatever. What does that actually mean? . . . I wanted to put these notions under loads of pressure.”

    10. In the context of rising nationalism and racialized essentialism across the democratic world, Achille Mbembe offers necropolitics as a way of describing how “[n]early everywhere the political order is reconstituting itself as a form of organization for death” (7).

    11. Also relevant here is Bernard Stiegler’s notion of “negentropy,” or negative entropy: “Différance is always negentropic,” because “negentropy is always what differs and defers entropy” (103).

    12. I am thinking here with Melodie Jue and Rafico Ruiz and their conceptualization of saturation as a “material imaginary where the elements are not a neutral background, but lively forces that shape culture, politics, and communication” (1).

    13. It’s worth noting that the whole book is dedicated to “my friends in Ticino and the Zen Communist Party: high in the mountains” (Raworth, np).

    14. See Neimanis and Hamilton.

    15. Though of course, underwater meadows exist, in the form of seagrass meadows.

    16. An explanation of “gubofi” can be found elsewhere in Mayer’s book:

    GBF – guy who bought the field

    Jennifer told me it had to be a word, like radar, or snafu, to be a real acronym, so I put the appropriate vowels. I’m hoping gubofi will enter the language, as in everybody has her or his gubofi.

    (50)

    I include this coinage in the spirit of meadowing’s conceptual fertility.

  • Notes on Contributors

    Michaela Büsse is a postdoctoral researcher at the Technische Universität Dresden working with the Chair of Digital Cultures, and Associated Investigator in the cluster of excellence “Matters of Activity. Image Space Material” at Humboldt-Universität zu Berlin. Her research focuses on sociomaterial transformations in the context of speculative urbanism, climate change mitigation, and energy transition. Drawing on elemental anthropology as well as feminist science and technology studies, she investigates how design practices and technologies govern environments and define who and what is rendered inhuman. Michaela’s interdisciplinary practice is research-led and involves filming, editorial, and curatorial work.

    Fred Carter is a postdoctoral researcher with the Infrastructure Humanities Group at the University of Glasgow, and Fellow of the Rachel Carson Centre, Munich. His current monograph project, Poetry & Energy After 1973, traces the emergence of a poetics of exhaustion and a politics of refusal against intersecting crises of petroleum, productivity, and social reproduction. With Jeff Diamanti, he is co-director of the practice research residency FieldARTS. His first poetry chapbook, Outages, is forthcoming with Veer2.

    Jeff Diamanti is Assistant Professor of Environmental Humanities (Cultural Analysis & Philosophy) at the University of Amsterdam. His first book, Climate and Capital in the Age of Petroleum: Locating Terminal Landscapes (Bloomsbury 2021), tracks the political and media ecology of fossil fuels across the extractive and logistical spaces that connect remote territories like Greenland to the economies of North America and Western Europe. His new research on Bloom Ecologies details the return to natural philosophy in the marine and atmospheric sciences, studying the interactive dynamics of the cryosphere and hydrosphere in the North Atlantic and Arctic Ocean.

    Maria Sledmere is a writer, critic, and artist. They were recently named as one of the Saltire Society’s “40 under 40” list of “outstanding Scottish creatives,” having authored over twenty books of poetry, including Cocoa and Nothing with Colin Herd (SPAM Press, 2023), An Aura of Plasma Around the Sun (Hem Press, 2023) and Visions & Feed (HVTN Press, 2022). Maria is Managing Editor of SPAM Press, a member of A+E Collective and Lecturer in English & Creative Writing at the University of Strathclyde, where they teach contemporary poetry and experimental literatures. Their critical work can be found in the Journal for Innovative British and Irish Poetrypost45Coils of the Serpent and MAP Magazine, among other places. www.mariasledmere.com.

    Mareike Winchell is Assistant Professor of Anthropology at the London School of Economics and Political Science. She is the author of After Servitude: Elusive Property and the Ethics of Kinship in Bolivia (University of California Press, 2022).Winchell’s research focuses on the racialization of property in light of ongoing histories of Indigenous land dispossession, and how such formations find new expression in contemporary engagements with climate change, especially wildfires.

  • Notes on Contributors

    Rotimi Babatunde‘s stories have been variously published and translated. His plays have been staged across continents. He is a recipient of the Caine Prize. He lives in Nigeria.

    Lauren Bajek is a writer, parent, and literary agent living in the American Rust Belt. Her fiction is published or forthcoming in Baffling Magazine, the Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, and Lightspeed Magazine. Online, she lives at laurenbajek.com.

    TJ Benson is a Nigerian writer and visual artist whose work explores the body in the context of memory, African Spirituality, migration, utopia and the unconscious self. His work has been exhibited and published in several journals, and his Saraba Manuscript Prize shortlisted Africanfuturist collection of short stories We Won’t Fade into Darkness was published by Parresia in 2018. His debut novel (The Madhouse) was published in 2021 by Masobe Books and Penguin Random House SA, and his second novel, People Live Here, was published in June 2022. He has facilitated writing workshops, more recently teaching a class on magical realism and surrealism within the context of African literature for Lolwe Magazine and an Inkubator workshop for Short Story Day Africa. He has attended residencies in Ebedi Nigeria, Moniack Mhor Scotland, Art Omi New York, and is a University of Iowa International Writing Program Spring Fellow. He currently lives in an apartment full of plants and is in danger of becoming a cat person.

    Alexis Pauline Gumbs is a cherished Black Feminist Oracle and a Marine Mammal Apprentice. Her most recent books are Undrowned: Black Feminist Lessons from Marine Mammals and Dub: Finding Ceremony. Alexis was awarded the 2022 Whiting Award in Nonfiction and is also a 2022 National Endowment for the Arts Creative Writing Fellow. In 2020-2021 she was a National Humanities Center Fellow to work on her forthcoming biography, The Eternal Life of Audre Lorde. This piece is dedicated to Alexis’s great uncle and all of the nonverbal futurists.

    Robin Myers is a poet and Spanish-to-English translator. Recent translations include Salt Crystals by Cristina Bendek (Charco Press), Copy by Dolores Dorantes (Wave Books), The Dream of Every Cell by Maricela Guerrero (Cardboard House Press), The Book of Explanations by Tedi López Mills (Deep Vellum Publishing), and The Restless Dead by Cristina Rivera Garza (Vanderbilt University Press), among other works of poetry and prose. She was double-longlisted for the 2022 National Translation Award in poetry. She lives in Mexico City.

    Malka Older is a writer, aid worker, and sociologist. Her science-fiction political thriller Infomocracy was named one of the best books of 2016 by Kirkus, Book Riot, and the Washington Post. She created the serial Ninth Step Station on Realm, and her acclaimed short story collection And Other Disasters came out in November 2019. Her novella The Mimicking of Known Successes, a murder mystery set on a gas giant planet, will be published in 2023. She is a Faculty Associate at Arizona State University, where she teaches on humanitarian aid and predictive fictions, and hosts the Science Fiction Sparkle Salon. Her opinions can be found in The New York Times, The Nation, Foreign Policy, and NBC THINK, among other places.

    Simon(e) van Saarloos is the author of four books in Dutch, including a novel (De vrouw die) and an ethnographic court report about the “discrimination trial” of Geert Wilders (Enz. Het Wildersproces). Two of their books have been translated into English: Playing Monogamy (Publication Studio, 2019) and most recently Take ‘Em Down. Scattered Monuments and Queer Forgetting (Publication Studio, 2022). They are currently working on Against Ageism: A Queer Manifesto (Emily Carr University Press, March 2022) and a theatre play about abortion, titled “De Foetushemel,” for Ulrike Quade Company, premiering April 2023 at Theater Bellevue, Amsterdam. Van Saarloos also works as an artist and curator. Their most recent projects include Cruising Gezi Park (with Kübra Uzun), the spread of a mo(nu)ment, and “Through the Window,” an ongoing queer solidarity project between Turkey and the Netherlands, aimed to circulate funds among queer artists. They have participated in artist residencies such as the KAVLI Institute for Nanosciences, Deltaworkers New Orleans, and Be Mobile Create Together at IKSV in Istanbul. Together with Vincent van Velsen, Van Saarloos curated the ABUNDANCE exhibition (“We must bring about the end of the world as we know it”–Denise Ferreira da Silva) at Het HEM, Amsterdam in 2022. Recent projects include their role as a guest curator for Rietveld Academy’s Studium Generale program “Refuge” (January-March 2023) and IDFA’s (International Documentary Filmfestival Amsterdam 2022) queer day. Van Saarloos currently pursues a PhD in Rhetoric at the University of California, Berkeley.

    Diego Falconí Travéz is an Associate Professor at the Universitat Autonoma de Barcelona, and Professor at the Universidad San Francisco de Quito.

    Gaby Zabar is a writer who lives in California. Find her on the internet at www.gabyzabar.com.

  • Distant Worlds

    TJ Benson (bio)

    Before the screams got to Zuana, he sprang out of sleep and clamped his teeth to mute his own. Panting, he looked around to make sure he was really alive, then he did the ten inhale-pause—exhale breath exercises his mother had taught him. Yes, this world was real, the nightmare was over. He stretched out his arms with a yawn so that the snakes that had been sleeping with him could wrap themselves round his body, around his chest and arms and wring him dry of the fear spurting from his heart into his head. They enjoyed this part of their morning ritual more than he did, perhaps remembering some malevolent trait from their cousins in distant worlds.

    No one else lived with snakes in Vande, his agemates were happy with monkeys and birds and several other animals but only snakes were sufficient company for him. They kept following him everywhere until his parents allowed him bring them home. He had twin marks of their play-bites all over his body but he knew they loved him, all of them. It was an almost barbaric love he could manage and understand. All creatures were not the same. We all loved differently.

    His mother always said this.

    If not for the pangs of fear ebbing out of his body, he felt relaxed, his bed of shifting sand had massaged his back while he slept. Usually he would jump out of bed calling for his mother or fathers, but the dream still had a hold on him even though he couldn’t remember it. He pursed his lips to practice smiling so that he wouldn’t worry them; however, once his mother came in, she knew what had happened.

    “Another dream came to scare you” she said without question and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. The elaborate gold tree that spread into two branches of her protruding shoulder blades disappeared into her wrapper, but they glistened and her big eyes were dizzy so he knew she had been with his fathers. “Can you remember this one, child of mine?”

    His two fathers entered his room, both adjusting their wrappers round their waists and he fell back to the bed, groaning. They would make a fuss out of it. “I am sorry, I’m sorry you people should go.”

    “He is shy,” said Hirekaan, his clown father, the one who made their household tremble with laughter. “He is shy of us.”

    “I don’t know where he learnt it from,” replied Anza, the warrior father. “We made him.”

    “He is not shy of us,” said the mother, pulling his hands from his face. Then she smiled wickedly. “That will come by the next sun circle when his body starts ripening.”

    “Mother!”

    “He is not shy of us.” Her face became serious. “He tires of being a burden. He thinks he is our burden. Zuana you have us. We belong to you.”

    “Yes, yes,” Hirekaan added. “Your mother married two husbands so that you will be protected back and front. And even those your dreams that are scaring you, your father Anza will enter inside and fight the things inside ehn. Me I will stay here, I am scared of that your little mind, the things you sit down and think.” He fake-shuddered and made a feverish sound.

    Zuana almost smiled. So did his mother. Anza shook his head, walked around the bed and sat next to him. “What did I tell you when I took you up to the peak the last Moon Circle, can you remember our lesson?”

    Zuana nodded but Anza’s face bore down on him impatiently so he said, “That you, me, mother, and father Hirekaan are one tree. If something happens to a leaf, something happens to the tree. If something happens to me, something happens to all of you. We are one.”

    “Exactly,” said Anza. “And together, we push our people into the future.”

    “Or maybe you are scared of sleeping alone?” Hirekaan’s eyes shined with mischief. “Maybe he is ripe already, maybe it’s time for him to mate.” His fathers laughed. His mother didn’t. Neither did he. Hirekaan coughed and cleared his throat. Whenever she didn’t laugh at his jokes he was a little hurt. “Let me go and turn that your drink. I’ll add plenty sugarcane juice to make you happy.”

    “I hope the mix hasn’t soaked for too long,’ said Anza, standing up from the bed and dusting the sand off his waist wrapper. “Let it not turn to the drink of those old elders.” He walked to meet Hirekaan leaning on the door and clapped his back in camaraderie, eyes twinkling. “We don’t want our son to start getting drunk yet.”

    Hirekaan smiled a bit but grew serious which was unusual of him. “What are you doing today? I heard about the intruders.”

    “Intruders?” Mother turned to them from the sand bed. Zuana sat up. “White men?”

    “Visitors. Just visitors eh. You all try to steady your hearts, don’t die of shock and leave me with this boy.”

    “Talk to us,” urged mother, standing up and tightening her woven blue wrap under her arms. “Tell us what you can tell us.”

    Anza sighed and looked at the ground. “I am representing our nation this time.”

    There were sounds of discomfort in the room.

    “Why you Papa?”

    “Because it is my turn.”

    “Why can’t mother go? She has already gone before.”

    “You know it is the way of our people, we only choose a head to represent us when faced with outsiders. I must go now because it is my turn. You know what happens to our neighboring nations who have kings, you know.”

    Mother crossed her arms. “I know it is the white men.”

    Anza laughed an empty laugh but none of them bought it. “Come on, we have had other black tribes visit us; didn’t we visit this place from the Congo ourselves?”

    No one responded, so he sighed, ‘Okay, yes, white men. I should leave Hirekaan to do the job of making us laugh in this house.”

    “What do they—”

    “And before you say anything I want you to know they are not a threat.”

    She rolled her eyes. “What do they want?”

    “I will find out. For a century they have come with different things and it has always been our culture to listen, to welcome visitors. If what they offer to share is not conducive for us, we can tell them to leave. It won’t be the first time.” He turned to Hirekaan, placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, “Maybe take our boy for the Moon Circle meeting today? Our wife is passing blood and you know she is too stubborn to rest. Till I come back.”

    Hirekaan nodded.

    _____

    As Anza walked out of the forest to the beach, he tried not to think of Zuana’s nightmares. Rather he focused on the dreams that plagued his mind all through the day. Only his wife’s lips and his co-husband’s jokes could clear his head. This was why he never wanted to leave home. Ah, home. He had not spent up to twenty minutes on the ground and he already missed his home. The horn of the ship made him look up and shield his eyes with a hand, the better to see it. He had not seen it because his mind was still with his family, up in the mountains. He watched as a figure climbed down a ladder to the shore in the distance. He had docked here some days ago, waiting for response. Anza was wearing a red suit, in the fashion of these visitors, so that they would feel more comfortable and he couldn’t wait for the meeting to be over. If their plans to colonize his people had worked, everyone would have been wearing this sort of thing! Under this sun! Anza shook his head at the thought. A bead of sweat trickled down his armpit.

    “Hello!” called the white man, barely a distance away.

    “Hello!” Anza called back, nervous that he hadn’t replied with the appropriate response. It had been long since he had spoken English. Everyone had to learn world languages, it was mandatory in Vande so that they could handle situations like this.

    The white man waved, and when he got to Anza, extended a hand. He was wearing lighter clothing than Anza, just a shirt that seemed to be of wool tucked into large trousers. Anza was a bit embarrassed at having over-dressed, and slapped his chest in reverence instead of taking the man’s hand. “Hello,” he greeted again, dropping his hand, a wry smile on his face.

    “Hello.”

    “I was thinking,” said the white man, “you reckon we go back to the ship for a drink? I would have invited you to a bar but you don’t have those here.” He spread out his arms at “here.”

    Anza smiled at the joke. “Thank you, but it is too hot for that. This hot sun, drinking? In my community we only drink in the cool of night.”

    “I was just thinking we could sit there and talk? Or we could go to your home and chat?”

    Anza suppressed a wave of panic and smiled. “Oh, you couldn’t climb to our city. It’s up the mountain in the trees.”

    The white man’s eyes rounded with wonder. “I heard. That’s one of the things I looked forward to seeing in fact. Not if, of course, it is not permitted,” he added when he saw the look on Anza’s face. He slicked his red hair away from his face with a hand. “I understand your community is secretive.”

    “We are just careful with foreigners; foreigners bring all kinds of spirit.”

    “You mean infections . . .”

    “—and pollute us. It has happened to other tropical communities. We can talk on your ship.”

    There was an awkward silence Anza actually found preferable to the man’s chatter. But the man liked to talk.

    “So what measures do you use to purify yourself?” he asked when they got to the ship.

    “What?”

    “You said quite correctly that my presence might expose your community to foreign pathogens, yet they sent you.” The man turned to look Anza in the eye. “Are you some sacrifice?”

    “Me? Oh no! No, no. After meeting you I will take baths in the ocean that brought you for several mornings, I will eat some herbs then bathe in ritual smoke for seven days, that is a week, then I return to my people.”

    “You must miss them.”

    Anza smiled thinking of Hirekaan, Zuana and his wife, his heart, the flower of all flowers, fecundity itself. “You know what my people would have called you?” he asked the white man, after he told him his name.

    “What?” Anza could hear the smile in his voice. “I am curious.”

    “They would have called you Red. The red white man.”

    “My hair. Good one. Come this way. The captain’s cabin is this way.”

    Anza allowed Red lead him past the bewildered men to the captain’s cabin. He sat where the man gestured him to sit. “You know I was thinking,” he said rolling his shoulders in the suit. “I was thinking so these are the kinds of clothes your people would have forced us to wear if you succeeded in colonizing us.”

    Red’s face went red and Anza found it fascinating. He didn’t think the color change was a reaction to his words so he continued, “I think about it all the time. How would our colonial masters draw boundaries?”

    “I may have grown up in England but I will have you know I am Irish, my people never tried to colonize your people.”

    “Oh, I am joking—”

    “It’s fine, it’s fine, I am not offended at all. I was just thinking I have known you somewhere before, have we met?”

    Anza laughed. “This is my first time touching water sand to my feet. I was born in our home in the mountain.”

    “Don’t mind me,” Red chuckled. “I really wish I could visit, heard amazing things about the city, a city held up by trees and carved into the face of the mountain in dazzling fractals, the architecture, I can’t imagine. You must miss it.”

    Anza leaned back in his chair and the upholstery squeaked under him. He said, “Why are you here? Why have you come?”

    Red sighed and leaned back. “Our astrologers have picked up a disturbing cosmic activity leading here. Our physicists and geologists all have the same conclusion, there are other universes, darker worlds. One of such worlds is coming. We believe a young child in your community will be the key to unlock this world. Such a child might already experience headaches, daydreams, and nightmares.”

    Anza’s blood froze all over and Red continued, “But something tells me you already know this.”

    Anza turned to look at the deckhands mopping, but the white man stood up and followed his gaze. “I was sent to bring the child. He would be observed by our finest scientists—”

    But Anza was already shaking his head and chuckling at the thought of his wife giving up their child.

    “A darker world is coming. Please talk to your people because we cannot escape it. We cannot.”

    And they stared at each other for a long time.

    _____

    As night fell, she remembered the first day of her life, the day she washed up on the shores of Vande. She had no memory from before, not even when she was brought back to the ocean weeks after she was strong again. There was no wrecked boat, just her, wearing garments the people of Vande had never seen before. She had opened her eyes to the world for the first time and saw the faces of two men, two suns shining down on her. One pensive, the other amused. My name is Anza the pensive one said and his name is Hirekaan. You are safe.

    She didn’t think of this day often, but Anza had not returned and Hirekaan had taken Zuana to the mountain peak for the full moon meeting with other boys and girls at the cusp of their ripening. They would be around a large fire and under the instructions of their fathers, they would recite the knowledge and understanding they had gathered from childhood, then be instructed on what waited for them on the other side of their ripening, assigned Moon-Circles to preside over for political responsibilities when the time came, and most urgently, taught how to manage the fluids their new bodies would produce.

    Blood and semen, the elder presiding over her own moon meeting a year after she arrived had said, form the fabric of human life. She was already a full woman then, but participating in this custom was the way to be properly initiated into the Vande community. Besides, as far as her intellect was concerned, she was not too far from the others who were at the cusp of their own ripening. Then on the final night, when it was time for the new initiates into adulthood to proclaim to everyone who they were and how they would be addressed, she placed her hand on her heart, closed her eyes, and gave herself a new name.

    She knew to avoid the question where do I come from? Because there was a more important question that swallowed up that one, a question she felt was more useful to her future. Why did I come here? And this second question she decided, she would spend her life answering.

    She had come here to flourish, to build a rich and fulfilling life with her two husbands, and son and in so doing, contribute to the general strength and advancement of their people through their family unit. All the technological innovation, all the new healthy ways of feeding, building, and living people had gotten were products of thriving inner lives, the flourishing of the erotic. She imagined sexual activity and reproduction as the only ways lesser animals could express the erotic in their nature and for this, she pitied them.

    She remembered that feeling of rest when she opened her eyes for the first time and saw Hirekaan and Anza, she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life looking up to their faces. They were childhood friends, so even though Anza had sworn to never mate because he wanted to dedicate his life to protecting their fringe community and Hirekaan enjoyed making many women laugh, they both said yes and moved into their nest, one of the larger homes in Vande, with rock cave rooms painted white, connected with adjoining tree rooms (one of which their son would eventually make into his own) and raffia rope bridges.

    Zuana, my son, she said to the stars and turned back into her room. If these dreams persisted, she would have to take him up north to the healers of the flat lands. She knew her boy was trying to be a man and not scare her too much. But he will be fine. All is right in their world.

    She left the window and laid down on his bed of sand, perhaps it is was just the right thing her body needed to de-stress. She closed her eyes with a smile, remembering what Hirekaan’s lips felt like on her lips with Anza’s head between her thighs. In no time she was dreaming. In this dream she was someone else, someone with a lover. She couldn’t see this lover clearly because the world was blurry and watery but she could feel the weight of loving him in her dream body, the weight of loving this stranger for a lifetime. They were taking a stroll, a stroll to nowhere.

    On this stroll, she turned to look at something, someone that called to her. Called to her in the amorphous language of dreams, or maybe she had imagined it, anyway, she turned to be sure. And she saw herself at a distance, the she who was truly her, dancing in a moon colored dress. And the longer she stared, the more she became this she that was truly her, dancing to this wonderful music she wouldn’t remember when she woke up.

    _____

    In Moon Circles, Hirekaan would be in the center of other parents, telling them stories, making them laugh as their children slept in a camp at the other end of the peak. This night he wanted to be alone. Nobody bothered him, they all knew he was worried for his co-husband who had gone down to the beach to represent their community and he was worried about his son’s dreams. He was glad to be left alone but he was getting bored. Shouldn’t he rejoin the group so that they could distract him?

    Maybe he should have just stayed home with Zuana instead, if a child was sick, absence was allowed. But he wanted to come, he wanted to play and meet his friends. Hirekaan himself was also dying to leave the house, it was gloomy because of Zuana’s bad dreams and Anza’s absence. Yet here he was, alone. He might as well get high then. He brought out a wrap of leaves from his leather waist pouch and chewed them. As the sweet juice sifted through his body, he grunted and laid back on the ground to look at the stars. They were so close from up here.

    Then he thought about the children at the cusp of their ripening, wondered what new concept they would add to their culture. It was from this Moon Circle ceremony several sun circles before he was born that a child had shared a dream he had, where they all lived like bees in a honey comb. His father had promptly used clay to model a design the next morning and soon the people who had set up camps at the beach began working on the face of the mountain, hollowing out caves until they had replicated the fractals of a honey comb. Over generations, they had fashioned out water and waste channels connecting each unit. They dyed the walls to the color they preferred then upholstered the rooms with animal skin, sea shells, and wood carvings. The Vande people, the youngest tribe of the Bantu nation, had been sent to the fringe of the land to serve as sentries, but soon they became one of the most sophisticated tribes, with other nations visiting to learn their ways of life; from architecture to cuisine to reading the stars. All of this from a child’s dream.

    “Zuana will do well,” he said to the deep vast bowl of stars. And he believed it. The boy was special and always had his own way of doing things. He did his homework and was respectful, so when he told them he wanted his room to be a tree house connected to their home unit, they did not hesitate. As surely as the seasons came and left, his nightmares would soon be over. “Zuana will be well,” he said, descending from the high, his muscles relaxing him to slumber.

    He was about to turn over and bury his face in the grass, his mind drifting off to the time Zuana was just a baby crawling all over their house, when the atmosphere changed and he smelt sweat and wet sand.

    “Mama, Mama, run Mama, he is coming Mama,” Zuana whispered, shuddering over Hirekaan, eyes closed.

    “Zuana!” Hirekaan yelled, jumping up from the grass and shaking his son. “Zuana open your eyes, wake up!”

    But he didn’t open his eyes, he kept whispering, “Mama run, he is coming Mama. He is coming for us Mama, run Mama.”

    So Hirekaan shook off his panic, threw his son over his back, and started descending the mountain, past other family units, to their home.

    _____

    Immediately Zuana closed his eyes to sleep that evening, he returned to that large room with walls the color of water. He knew he had been in this room several times before, and that he always forgot when he woke up. The knowledge was frightening, the sense that he knew what would come next if he focused on what was before him hard enough. He knew what he saw would make him scream again, until he woke up. Yet he knew there was no choice.

    Even before he looked, he knew on the table was his mother. Except she didn’t look so much like his mother. She was scattered across different worlds, Zuana knew this because half of her face was in a translucent green square, the upper quadrant of the other side was in a translucent violet square with yellow sparks, the lower quadrant in magenta, her neck in red, and so on for her entire body.

    And a man was bent over her, yelling at her where are you! Tell me, where are you!

    As in other dreams Zuana suddenly remembered, he never saw this man, he just felt his presence in the room, the rage and desperation and menace. But today, as the man moved, he felt himself move, fiddling with a rectangular piece of glass that didn’t reflect his face like the mirrors of Vande, but showed other colors and symbols at command. The glass was some sort of tool, but it wasn’t helping this man. Where are you?

    Her body didn’t move but it checked within the several square halos of different colors. Zuana tried to close his eyes and think of where she could be.

    Then he saw a woman dancing in a moon-colored dress, dancing closer and closer to him until she became his mother. He called to her but she was lost in her dance so he tried to reach for her, but he felt someone turning to watch him and so he knew he had to run, he had to wake up.

    “First thing when the sun rises,” she said once he had woken up and told her and his father Hirekaan, “we are setting off for the healers in the center-lands. Your father will wait for your other father to finish his purification and come up here.”

    “But Mama you are not hearing me,” cried Zuana. “I can’t go to sleep, he will use me to find you! I was inside his body, that was why I can’t see him.”

    “How can this be?”

    “He is my father Mama.”

    Hirekaan stood up from the bed of sand. “You want a third father?”

    “Mama you carried me from that world to this one. I was inside his body, I remember things that are not my own. I remember you married him, you had to marry him because you had to protect your people but you saw the things he makes, evil things, and so you wanted to run away. He wanted to punish you so he caught you and scattered you in many places at the same time. But your spirit ran here. He couldn’t catch your spirit. Your spirit found this body Mama.”

    “You need to lie down and rest,” Hirekaan said. “If you are strong enough we can still go to complete your Moon Circle the next sundown. You don’t want the others to think you are spoilt because you have two fathers plus one extra father from your dreamworld do you?”

    Zuana didn’t laugh. He was looking at his mother sitting at one corner of the bed, trying not to look at him. “Is there even need to go back? I will choose Zuana again and again because I love my fathers who chose this name for me. I am also Zivini, son of Triste Ryker, the Mad Scientist who will come from the future to rule this world through me. This I proclaim.”

    Hirekaan turned to her in exasperation. “He is talking the talk of drunks now, let me make something to get him to sleep.”

    “No,” she said. “Even if he goes back to sleep he would be tortured by these dreams.” She stood up and looked at Zuana with all the pity and love in the world. “Make something to keep him awake for the rest of the night. We will set forth for the healers once the sun rises.” As Hirekaan left the room, she eased him to lie down on the bed. “Even if what you say is true, even if I am here on exile from a mad man, you are still my child, it is not your job to protect me.” She thumbed a tear that had rolled down his cheeks. “It is my job to protect you, to keep you safe and give you a happy childhood.”

    But what about you Mama? He wanted to ask as Hirekaan returned with a gourd. What about your childhood? You never got to be a child. You were raised in a mining colony as a child laborer, nobody looked out for you. You were born in a world that had been destroyed and now your new body protects you from it, won’t let you remember, not even in your dreams. Nobody can protect you from him but me Mama, nobody knows him like I do. I am in him, I am his seed cast into the past, cast from another world and being at one with him has filled me with so much language, I can barely understand. My evil father is coming to this world, he is close, he saw me see you dancing in the in between, just like I saw him torture you in his world.

    But he drank up the contents of the gourd without any complaint because he loved his mother. We all love differently. He smiled as tears fell from his eyes. He knew what he would have to do. He would miss his fathers. He would miss the way his peers looked at him whenever they climbed up to Moon Circles with them, he was the only boy with two fathers and they all admired him for it.

    He waited for his mother and father to leave the room. Then he grabbed one of his snakes by the head and brought it close to his neck. It was stunned and struck him by instinct. As the venom seeped into Zuana’s body, he laid back on his bed, trying to calm the agitated snake. A heaviness came over his body and he could feel the snakes coiling tight round his body and hissing, trying to wring him out of it, but he knew it wouldn’t work. His eyes snapped shut but before his body was pulled into an irreversible sleep, he tried to think happy thoughts like how he loved his snakes, how he loved his mother and fathers and how much dearly he loved this world.

    _____

    When the screams get to Zuana, his mother’s screams he realizes for the first and last time, he doesn’t wake up. Vande and his mother and two fathers ebb out of his consciousness and become a distant dream, a forgotten world he would never wake into or reach again. His is in a black space with no stars and he knows if he concentrates hard enough, two windows will open and he would see his mother scattered across worlds yet anchored in body to that table, his father yelling and wreaking evil over her. Zuana steadies himself. He doesn’t reach for the windows. When he feels the presence turn back to regard him, he says “father I am here” to the deep dark void.

    TJ Benson is a Nigerian writer and visual artist whose work explores the body in the context of memory, African Spirituality, migration, utopia and the unconscious self. His work has been exhibited and published in several journals, and his Saraba Manuscript Prize shortlisted Africanfuturist collection of short stories We Won’t Fade into Darkness was published by Parresia in 2018. His debut novel (TheMadhouse) was published in 2021 by Masobe Books and Penguin Random House SA, and his second novel, People Live Here, was published in June 2022. He has facilitated writing workshops, more recently teaching a class on magical realism and surrealism within the context of African literature for Lolwe Magazine and an Inkubator workshop for Short Story Day Africa. He has attended residencies in Ebedi Nigeria, Moniack Mhor Scotland, Art Omi New York, and is a University of Iowa International Writing Program Spring Fellow. He currently lives in an apartment full of plants and is in danger of becoming a cat person.

  • A Blue House for Blue People

    Gaby Zabar (bio)

    Knuckles tapped on the plexiglass encasing Janice. It was a chrysalis built for truckers in stasis, which meant she wasn’t on her craft. She had retired, finally, and she was at the blue house. Every trucker had the same choice in retirement packages: a generous pension with the freedom to settle on any extraterrestrial outpost, or, a perpetual all-inclusive stay at a blue house on Earth with room and board covered for the rest of their lives. Every trucker Janice knew, herself included, chose the blue house to see Earth’s legendary blue skies. The packages were generous to make up for the cost of being a trucker, the years spent in stasis compounded with an unknown amount of time dilation. For Janice, this wasn’t a cost but a bonus. She wanted to be flung as far away from here and now as possible, and there was no better way to do that than to travel at near lightspeed. From within the plexiglass, she dreamt of her new life on Earth under blue skies.

    The tapping continued. Janice opened one eye to an annoyed young woman in scrubs.

    “Congratulations!” The woman’s voice as sing-song, rehearsed. She eyed Janice in the pod with a flat smile. “Welcome to Earth.”

    Janice’s bones felt heavy in a way they hadn’t since she had enlisted as a trucker. The weight wasn’t the pull of a craft accelerating and decelerating from ports of call: this was the gut punch of gravity.

    Without much room to move, Janice burrowed her chin into her chest. She examined her large hands and her famous short, stubby fingers, which lay still at her sides. Her legs remained mottled with varicose veins. Her overall shape and presence remained the same as always, solid, compact, built to be a trucker. “We’re in a blue house?” she asked.

    The woman, an aide of some kind, nodded.

    A sea of questions rose in Janice’s throat, but she held back. Her need to ask too many questions is what had gotten her into trouble, what had cornered her into trucking. She let out a grunt.

    “You all right, Buttons?”

    Buttons was Janice’s trucker handle. She was retired, so Janice figured her trucking handle should be retired as well. The nickname wasn’t one she had chosen. “My name is Janice.”

    “Okay, Buttons.” The aide scrolled at a projection of text the way a musician would play a theremin. “You’re almost ready for our one-on-one orientation in about fifteen minutes.”

    Janice squinted at rows of curtains that obscured her view of the room. A few things were blue, but not all of them. Janice allowed herself to ask one question, for now. “Is the house actually blue?”

    The aide sighed. “It’s a blue house, Buttons. Of course it’s blue.”

    Content as she could be without seeing for herself, Janice breathed in deep, fighting the heaviness of the air on her chest. She closed her eyes. She had come dozens or hundreds of years. She could wait fifteen minutes. The time passed, marked by the hissing of the top of the pod lifting up. Janice rose with it, and she twisted her back from side to side.

    “You just got assigned a room.” The aide tilted her head in a trained portrayal of compassion. “You’re the first one assigned to your floor, so you get the corner unit, farthest from the elevator. Lucky.” She handed Janice a lanyard with a plastic card dangling from it. The card’s heft hinted at new, unfamiliar technology embedded within.

    Janice hung the lanyard around her neck and grasped the card, thumbing its curved corners and rounded edges. She splayed her legs out and down and stood on them. Taking her first steps since stasis felt like a sensation between wading through quicksand or kicking at gelatin. As the aide led Janice out of the curtained-off area where her pod was situated, she spotted another pod holding a new arrival. The aide waved at the far wall, and a portion of it disappeared. Janice stepped through, right behind the aide. She was in a hallway, wide and open. She stopped. The aide tilted her head again and goaded her to walk several more paces to a faint outline traced into another wall, one in the middle of the hallway. A small panel was situated beside the outline.

    The aide nodded at the plastic card around Janice’s neck and then at the panel. “Hold up your key.”

    Janice leaned close to the panel and did so. It lit up, and the lines on the wall opened into an elevator car. Stepping inside, Janice hesitated at the threshold, her body blocking the doors from sliding shut. Compared to the hallway, the elevator was too small and too dark. Janice didn’t want to be closed in again.

    “Come on,” the aide said. Her voice was sharper than the key’s edge. Her face had distorted into a grimace but smoothed itself back into serenity. Her smile returned. “Sorry. Long day.” She pointed at the elevator buttons, which were flat and not really buttons at all. Some of them were lit up. “This is the top floor. Well, it’s the top floor if they don’t build on top of it. But here is where you can find the med bay and admin offices. We’re going down to your assigned floor. Floor 44. For now, you can go back up from there, but you can’t go further down.”

    Janice blinked.

    “Oh, you just need to request access to go to the lower floors.”

    “Why?” Janice hovered her hand over the unlit buttons.

    The aide ran her hands over her hair, tied back and already taut with gel. “I know it doesn’t make sense at first. The whole thing is a holdover from when we used to assign you to floors by your home time. The past was up, the future down. It used to be that you would have to study the future to go down, so you wouldn’t get too much futureshock.”

    Janice, still in the threshold of the elevator, raised her unruly eyebrows. “Seems like a decent system to me.”

    “It was.” The aide gave that head tilt again. “But you truckers kept coming in, so they kept adding floors in each blue house, and then the whole system got so overwhelmed that data about your home times stopped coming in at all.”

    Janice’s gut sank, but the gravity hadn’t changed, and the elevator hadn’t moved.

    “We try to do what’s best for you. We spread you out onto the floors. I mean, you deserve a little personal space after all that time cooped up. The elevator blocks stayed, though. They help with controlling inter-floor traffic, knowing where everyone is, security, that kind of thing.” The aide pointed to the bright 44. “Want to push the button, Buttons?”

    Janice held her short index finger out. The numbers 44 to 60 were bright, while 43 and below, including a barely visible L at the bottom, were only hinted at in the metal, ghosts. She twitched her finger and pushed the dark 43. She would ask another question. “How do I go lower?”

    “You request access on your key. Tap it, go to the menu, and the access options are right there. It might quiz you or ask open-ended questions about what your home time was like. Almost everyone gets all the access they want.” The aide lost her composure again and sagged against the railing inside the elevator. “It’s been a day, Buttons, it’s been a day.”

    Janice pushed. “What year is it?”

    “There aren’t years here.”

    “We didn’t have years on the craft, either.” Janice’s finger was still jammed against the 43.

    “That’s what you all keep telling me.” The elevator chimed, and the aide motioned for Janice to come all the way inside.

    Janice didn’t budge.

    The aide sagged even more against the railing. “What a day. The other blue houses, you know? Dozens of them, and each one has 60 floors now. All filling up with truckers, new ones arriving all the time. Looking and acting just like you. There are a lot of you.”

    Janice peered out into the hallway. She hoped that her room was big and that her bed was soft. “Uh-huh.”

    The aide winced and squeezed the bridge of her nose. “I should not have said that, I should not have said that. Don’t tell anyone else what I told you, okay? I’m so sorry. It has been a day.”

    “I won’t tell.” Janice waved her hands in a gesture of goodwill. She waited as long as she could before whispering, in a tone reserved for trucker-to-trucker gossip, “How many blue houses are there?”

    The elevator chimed again, a warning, and the aide reached to grab Janice’s forearm. “You’re keeping the doors open too long. Step back. Press 44.”

    Janice acquiesced, stepping further into the elevator car and trailing her finger up to the lit 44. After Janice applied pressure to the number, the elevator produced a happier chime. She repeated, louder, “How many—?”

    The aide shook her head and laughed as the elevator accelerated. It stopped and opened into an even bigger, brighter hallway than the one on the top floor. Constellations of recessed lighting embedded into the walls and ceiling shone down on them. The aide led Janice to another faint outline of a doorway and an adjacent wall panel at the far end of the hallway, which projected the word BUTTONS in wobbling, colorful letters into the air. Catching on, Janice waved the key in front of the wall panel, and an opening appeared where the outline had been.

    “Everything you need to know about life in a blue house is on the key.” She scanned Janice up and down and smiled. “You’ll be fine, Buttons.”

    “Janice. My name is Janice.”

    The aide left Janice without saying anything. The thick carpet muffled her footsteps as she stopped several paces away. Without turning back around to face Janice, she said, “I know. But use the handle. People like it.” She took one additional step and added, “Consider this a tip from me to you.”

    Janice winced. She was stuck with her handle, a constant reminder of her poor dexterity. Buttons, her crew called her, as she couldn’t get the knobs to turn right. Buttons, as she broke a switch clean off the wall. There was no escape from it. She called out to the aide. “What can I call you?”

    “It doesn’t matter. You won’t see me again.” The aide stepped back into the elevator.

    Janice never did see that aide again. She never saw any aide more than once. It didn’t take long for her to stop trying to make friendly conversation with anyone in scrubs. No aide had been as talkative as the woman who had guided her to her room that first night. Janice relied on going to the upper floors to interact with other truckers, but she hadn’t made any of the easy friendships they enjoyed. She wondered if any former members of her crew had arrived at this particular blue house, as Janice hadn’t been the first to retire and get jettisoned off the craft.

    The emptiness of Floor 44 gave Janice some room to breathe. Her bed was bigger, and, yes, softer than the craft’s bunks. The walls were thick and quiet. She spent the nights swiping and poking at the key’s projected holograms, eating up hints of all the things that had happened so quickly after she started hurtling through space so fast that time got slower.

    Requesting access to lower floors was easy. The key allowed her to request one floor a day. She navigated through projected menus and workflows to watch short historical documentaries and answer questions about her daily life before she became a trucker: what she ate, what she bought, what she remembered. Sometimes the key would ask her how she was feeling. Janice spread out her access requests, skipping some days so as not to seem too eager.

    The blue house may not have had ways to measure the weeks, months, or years, but clocks and their hours were always there. Janice’s life shaped into a routine. Every morning at eight, she’d check the weather on her key, which told her there were bright and sunny blue skies outside, every day. Meals were left outside her room at nine, one, and six. Before bed at ten, she’d check the key for any scheduled events.

    One night, something different popped up. A group of truckers, not aides, would host a breakfast social on Floor 57. Janice hummed at the description as she sank into the plush recliner angled towards her bed. She sent an RSVP by tapping on letters that shimmered inches away from her hands. After triple-checking that her place had been saved, she hoisted herself up from the recliner and took the three heavy steps to her bed. The bed’s softness didn’t guarantee sleep, but sleep did come, it always did.

    The key’s chime woke her with an alert that the breakfast social would start in ten minutes. Janice felt light, giddy, and she shuffled to her closet filled with the clothes provided for her. She picked out a plain pair of pants and a shirt that had started to feel lucky. Shoving her feet into her slippers, she emerged into the hallway and waved the key at the elevator panel.

    The elevator no longer felt claustrophobic. Its steel walls, brushed to mask stray fingerprints, resembled her old craft. This little car was Janice’s way of slipping through time. As she pressed the lit 57 and bounced on her feet, she went up to the past. While she remembered the floors were no longer populated by time, the upper floors did feel more dated.

    Like the other floors with more than one occupant, Floor 57 was lively. Paper decorations and string lights adorned their hallway. Janice read the trucking handles projected onto the wall: “Essen’s Revenge,” “Dodger,” “Toe Jam.”

    A man, red, round, and bearded, stepped forward from where the last handle had been. “Looking for me?” he asked.

    Janice stammered. “Oh, no, I was just—”

    “Admiring my name, as many are wont to do.” The man stuck his hand out in introduction. “Toe Jam.”

    Janice shook the extended hand. Toe Jam’s grip was strong and a little too warm. “Buttons,” she responded.

    “You here for breakfast, Buttons?” Toe Jam clapped Janice on her bad shoulder and then pointed to the buffet. “Get some before it’s gone. I’ll catch up with you.” He merged into the gathering’s mess of limbs and laughter.

    Janice joined the line for the self-serve breakfast and acknowledged the truckers around her with quick nods. The line moved fast, so Janice grabbed what she saw first. Silver-dollar pancakes plopped onto her plate and were drenched in syrup. A fork with tines worn down to non-threatening nubs was nestled onto her plate. She pumped out a mug of black coffee suspecting that it was decaf.

    The other truckers wove around her, and Janice became a stationary point by settling on a sofa in the corner. Balancing her plate on her lap, she cut the pancakes into little triangles with the dull edge of the fork. As she ate, someone coughed. Toe Jam and a stranger stood above her.

    “Mind if we join you?” Toe Jam asked.

    Janice shook her head and scooted to the edge of the sofa, making room for the stranger to sit down.

    The stranger spoke. “I’m Moonbaby from Floor 23.”

    She looked young. Janice looked from her to the remains of her silver-dollar pancakes. “Buttons, Floor 44.”

    Moonbaby clapped. “I’ve never met anyone from Floor 44 before.”

    “I’m the only one so far,” Janice explained.

    “Lucky, lucky.” Toe Jam crossed his arms. “They gave you the corner room, right? Trust me, you’ll miss the quiet once your floor fills up.”

    “Toe Jam’s ancient. He knows everything,” Moonbaby said.

    Janice thought of all her questions left unanswered by the aides but only asked the safest one. “If you know everything, then what’s for dinner?”

    Toe Jam and Moonbaby laughed. “Nobody knows that,” they answered, together.

    “Same as the craft. They keep us guessing.”

    Moonbaby smiled. “The beds in the blue house are nicer, though.”

    Janice agreed.

    While Janice appreciated the quiet emptiness of Floor 44, there wasn’t much to do there beyond playing with the key. The piece of plastic let her watch things that had happened while she was on the craft. Controversial, society-changing events were distilled, censored, into thirty-second videos and easy-to-parse strings of text. At a certain point, catching up on all the history she had missed required a sense of empathy she couldn’t summon, a connection to lives on faraway planets without names. She wondered if she’d ever get futureshock, if futureshock was even real. It was something her old crew would whisper about when discussing the inevitability of stopping.

    Other truckers had said that futureshock was nothing but scaremongering, and, now that Janice had stopped here in the blue house, she knew they were right. When she did interact with another trucker, she couldn’t tell when or where they were from. Different accents floated around, but they were all understandable, and whether they came from a time or a place didn’t matter. Besides the anonymous, interchangeable aides, everyone in the blue house shared a culture from spending years away in tight, windowless quarters, which lent itself to an automatic, if distant, camaraderie.

    When Janice wandered the different floors’ hallways and worked her way down into the future, she occasionally ran into Toe Jam and Moonbaby. On Floor 22, they invited her to join them in playing old board games from Earth. These were solid, tactile games made up of objects. One game for two players had marbles and a wooden board with rows of divots. Without words, Moonbaby demonstrated how to play. She placed a marble in each divot, then scooped a marble up and placed it in another divot with another marble. She then scooped up the two marbles and repeated placing them one-by-one into the divots until she reached an empty one, placing the marble there by itself.

    Toe Jam, looking on, broke the silence. “And then it’s your turn, Buttons.”

    “I was explaining,” Moonbaby said.

    Janice attempted to pick up a marble, but they were too small and slippery for her stiff fingers, and she kept dropping it. She dropped it into the wrong divot, and when she attempted to pick it back up from the divot, she flipped over the wooden board, sending marbles rolling out in all directions. “I’m sorry, I’m not good with my hands,” Janice offered.

    Moonbaby cooed. “It’s all right, we can play something else.” She pulled out a box filled with cardboard squares and pieces of paper. “What about this one? It’s about businesses.”

    “I’d have an unfair advantage.” Toe Jam puffed up. “I was a salesman before I was a trucker.”

    It wasn’t common for truckers to talk about their lives before trucking. Janice waited for Toe Jam to say more, but Moonbaby shook her head.

    “I wouldn’t say you were a ‘real’ salesman,” Moonbaby said, without any malice. She said this as if she was stating the sky was blue.

    “I sold things. Why would you say that wasn’t ‘real’?”

    “You sold counterfeit goods.” Moonbaby spoke in a whisper.

    Toe Jam grunted and opened the box to the game about businesses. “Lots of people sell counterfeit goods.”

    Janice sat back and watched as Toe Jam and Moonbaby played the game, inching their pieces forward on a convoluted path.

    Growing tired with the key’s projections and having no interest in manipulating tiny pieces inherent to board games, Janice developed a new hobby of looking for windows. She kept looking for blue skies. Going outside the blue house was never presented as an option, and exterior windows were hard to find. Asking aides where she could find a window, any opening, resulted in shrugs and gestures pointing in obscure directions. Determined to find a window herself, Janice roamed assorted floors, each with its own layout and color scheme. And in the way the upper floors felt older, the lower floors felt newer, even futuristic in some cases. The effect was a product of wallpaper and strategic upholstery.

    One day, Janice found herself across from a window in a corner on Floor 36. It was a foot-by-foot square of blue with white, fluffy clouds, bright and absolutely perfect just like the photographs and illustrations she had seen as a child. She approached the window from different angles, and all she could see was the sky. Looking down didn’t lead to a view of the ground, and looking from the left or right didn’t reveal vegetation, other buildings, or even the blue house’s exterior. It was all skies. She wondered if the house she was in was actually blue, or if it was just a way of speaking. Afraid the window would fade like a dream if she looked away, Janice stayed and stared at it for hours. The blue changed to pink and orange and purple, darkening to ink. She stood closer to it, careful not to touch the glass in case she would leave a smudge, and she made out a speckle of stars. While the window was now dark, it seemed to emit its own light. Almost as if—

    “Buttons!” Toe Jam’s voice boomed from the elevator.

    Janice jumped as if she had been caught doing something wrong. She pried herself away from the window. “Hi.”

    Toe Jam strolled up to the window, unimpressed by the view. “What are you doing? Moonbaby told me you’ve been staring at this thing for hours.”

    Janice couldn’t remember if or when Moonbaby had passed by. Flushing while wondering how many people had seen her obsess over this little bright square, she swallowed. “There aren’t many windows here,” she said.

    “There aren’t.” Toe Jam frowned and whistled. “Go to bed, Buttons. I am.” He stretched and walked back down the hallway, waving at Janice as he disappeared into the elevator.

    Once the elevator’s hum had gone, Janice relaxed. No longer worried about smudges as she had already been caught, she pressed her face against the glass. Instead of stars, she saw an array of diodes, the tiniest she had ever seen. Millions of them made up the window, a screen.

    The wasted hours settled over her chest and made the lanyard and key feel heavy. Janice trudged back to her familiar elevator, her empty floor, her messy room, her soft bed. She flipped through the key’s future history throughout the night, requesting access to Floor 8. Janice didn’t sleep. Breakfast was placed outside her door while she took a quiz on another unnumbered year she never experienced. Feeling stiff, she wrested herself from her bed, walked past her cold breakfast, and took the elevator down to Floor 8. There, in the floor’s lounge, she ignored the congregation of other truckers and fell back onto an overstuffed couch, hesitating before propping her legs up on a pristine ottoman. She closed her eyes.

    “Buttons.” Moonbaby had sat next to her at some point. “Are you okay?”

    Janice rubbed her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

    Moonbaby stood up and examined Janice head to toe. “I have access to the whole building, lobby included.” She glanced at the elevator. “Toe Jam does too. That’s why he’s everywhere.”

    “You’re keeping an eye on me?” Janice turned her face away from Moonbaby’s.

    “Maybe.” Moonbaby kept her lips pressed together for a second before bursting out in laughter.

    Janice waited for Moonbaby to stop laughing and to catch her breath before whispering in that tone reserved for trucker gossip, “How do you get to the lobby?”

    “Would it make you feel better, Buttons?”

    Janice jerked her head to the side to crack her neck. “Couldn’t make me feel worse.”

    “You don’t know that,” Moonbaby said.

    Janice held the key against her heart, a plastic treasure. “If you go to the lobby, can you go outside?”

    “No.” Moonbaby stopped smiling. “The air’s bad.”

    “It’s the same as the craft.”

    “You signed the contract, I signed the contract, everybody here signed the contract.” Moonbaby waved at another trucker passing them and put her smaller feet up on the ottoman, too close to Janice’s slippered feet. “I don’t regret it.”

    Janice didn’t respond.

    Moonbaby continued, her voice soft but sharp. “The whole industry is for people with nowhere to go. It was good for me and good for the settlements. Troublemakers got turned into truckers. The system could make us go away very, very fast, and we would be someone else’s problem, a few hundred years later.”

    Janice hummed as she tried to remember details from her life before signing that contract and boarding the craft. Everything aside from images of blue skies felt slippery and unformed. All she had was the overwhelming urge to push, to ask too many questions. “So how do you get to the lobby?”

    Moonbaby rolled her eyes. “If you really want to know, it’s easy.” She smoothed back wisps of hair. “After you get access to Floor 2, the lobby’s after that. Besides an aide giving you an in-person interview, it’s the same as requesting access to any other floor. There’s a quiz on the key too. It asks about how you’re sleeping.”

    Janice hadn’t checked her own appearance, but her sleepless night must have been obvious. “An interview?” she asked.

    “It’s not hard. I think the in-person aspect is to scare people off. They can’t have everyone in the lobby at once. You give a reason why you’d like to access the whole building. The lobby has a cafeteria for the aides, storage, and a delivery bay.” Moonbaby removed her feet from the ottoman and sat up straight. “Did you know the crafts come here too? Me or you, we might have delivered something here without even knowing.”

    Janice tapped the key. “And you just use the key, like on the other floors?”

    “Sure. But you don’t need to. It’s all biometrics, Buttons.”

    Janice didn’t understand.

    “You’ve never lost your key?”

    “This? Never.”

    Moonbaby patted Janice’s knee. “Try to get on the elevator without your key.”

    Janice tightened her grip around the key. “I’m not going to give the key to you.”

    “I’m not asking for it.” Moonbaby raised her hands in a show of surrender. “Put it in your pocket. Or on the floor while you stand in front of the elevator. The elevator will come, and the right numbers will be lit up for you.”

    Janice eyed her path to the elevator. “Really?”

    “It will work. I promise.” Moonbaby beamed.

    Heaving herself up off the couch, Janice walked to the elevator and placed her lanyard and the key attached to it a few feet away, within a lunge’s reach if she really needed it. She stood in front of the elevator and waited. It arrived, and when Janice peeked inside, the right numbers were lit. Janice picked the key back up, but she never used it to call the elevator or open the door to her room again.

    _____

    Janice wanted to go to the lobby. If there was a window or a door or anything that would show blue skies, real skies, it would be in the lobby. No one was allowed on the roof. Even if anyone could get up there, Janice avoided the top floor out of habit since that was where most of the aides were. Janice had no desire to climb ladders, anyway. No, she would go to the lobby and look for doors, pushing herself to the edge of what was allowed. That was the nature of Buttons: push, push, push.

    While getting closer to requesting access to the lobby, Janice explored new, lower floors, continuing downward. Reaching Floor 2 was fast, even as she paced herself, skipping a few nightly requests before scheduling the interview for lobby access. She spent time on other floors in no particular order. On Floor 7, Toe Jam caught up with her, and they had congenial, if shallow chats that veered into sales pitches for items that did not exist. On Floors 5, 4, and 3, Janice ran into Moonbaby, who seemed paler and more distant after their last interaction on Floor 8. Any conversation with Toe Jam or Moonbaby required Janice to quell any more of her questions about the blue house in order to stave off concern. Toe Jam and Moonbaby could be friends or informants, or friends who happened to be informants.

    Janice saw Toe Jam on Floor 2. Other truckers, all happy, surrounded him. Toe Jam saw Janice over the crowd and opened his arms in invitation. Janice merged into the circle.

    Toe Jam introduced her to his admirers. “Buttons here is trying to get to the lobby, fast.”

    As Janice shrank down, a woman she had never met squinted at her. “The one from 44? She hasn’t even been here all that long.”

    “Everybody gets antsy, hun,” someone said from behind Janice. “Nothing to be ashamed about.”

    The topic of conversation shifted and settled onto the mystery of what would be for lunch, and Janice excused herself back to her room. She didn’t use the key to enter, but she held it up and poked through its projections to request access to the lobby. The pop-up quiz did ask how she was sleeping, just as Moonbaby warned. Among the icons presented, Janice poked through a holographic smiley face labeled GREAT. The word CONTINUE appeared, a shining lure. Janice pushed on. A very long disclaimer appeared, and she scrolled to the bottom of it, tapping YES, YES, YES, and signing the air with her handle, a cursive BUTTONS. Within ninety seconds—Janice counted each one—a notification arrived. She was scheduled for an interview with an aide who would arrive the next day at ten in the morning.

    Janice put down the key and sprawled across her bed. She tried to prepare for the interview, to rationalize her desire to go to the lobby, to make it seem normal. She couldn’t say she wanted to see if the sky was blue or even if the blue house was blue. She decided she would say she wanted to go and tour the delivery bay and maybe shadow its operations. As a trucker, Janice had dedicated everything to supply chain management. If the aide asked her if she wanted to go outside, Janice would not respond with another question. She would say that “rules were rules.” She mouthed the words in rehearsal.

    Blue skies appeared in Janice’s dreams that night. Her alarm chimed, and she ate while thinking about the skies. The key chimed at ten in the morning, and Janice stood up. The door to her room opened, and an aide stood at the threshold.

    “Buttons,” he said.

    “Hi.” Janice extended her hand, looking down at her slippered feet. She wished she still had her boots from the craft. They were more professional.

    The aide shook her hand. “You requested lobby access. We like to check in to see how you’re feeling about retirement at this point.”

    “Okay.”

    “On a scale of one to five, how satisfied are you with your retirement package?”

    “Four.”

    “Thank you. What can we do to improve your rating?”

    Janice searched for an answer that didn’t involve windows. “I’d like to know what’s on the menu each day.”

    The aide chuckled. “Don’t’ we all.” He tapped his wrist. “And our last question for this interview: why would you like lobby access?”

    Janice’s eloquent, practiced answer dissipated in her mind. She clenched her jaw and managed to say, “I want to see the deliveries. I like supply chain management.” She monitored the aide’s expression for any response, good or bad, and added a question without stopping herself. “Are we allowed to eat in the cafeteria down there?”

    The aide relaxed. “Supply chains and your next meal. You really are a trucker.” He smiled, a real smile. “Your lobby access should be live by this time tomorrow. Have fun down there.”

    He left. As the wall appeared behind him, Janice perched on the edge of her recliner.

    _____

    The lobby was brighter than the residential floors. Everything about it was sleek. There were potted plants, real ones so meticulously pruned that they appeared fake. Abstract sculptures, thick and curved, rose from plain columns. Wall-to-wall screens projected blue skies in the manner of floor-to-ceiling windows. Aides flew past Janice in patterns only known to themselves. Janice tried to find the aide from her first night in the blue house, but she wasn’t sure if she would recognize her if she saw her now.

    “Hey!” Someone shouted at Janice. “Yeah you, the lost trucker. You here for the delivery bay?” This aide led Janice to a solid gate off the main stretch of the lobby. “Buttons, yeah? We always like it when truckers take an interest in the operations keeping the blue house running.”

    Janice nodded and waited for the gate to open, grand and slow. The sounds of robotics and workers merged in whirs and whines. Janice matched her pace to their rhythm, the same way she did on the craft. She had never been inside a planet-side delivery bay. Truckers had to stay on the craft until their retirement, and in retirement, truckers had to stay in the blue house until—

    A sliver of light dazzled her as another gate on the far side of the delivery bay opened. The light was gone, a flash. She couldn’t see outside, but that light meant the gate’s timing must have been off. The outer gate didn’t completely close before the interior gate opened. To get outside then, Janice would have to pass through three sets of gates: one at the delivery bay entrance, and then the two here.

    “Incoming.” The aide shouted again to be heard over all the noise. A massive box moved towards Janice and the aide on a wide conveyor belt. The box passed to their left. Robotic arms supervised by human ones unfurled it, exposing gallons and gallons of water in a scuffed plexiglass container not unlike the pod Janice had arrived in. One of the robot arms attached a hose to the container and tightened the connection. Water flowed out into the vessels of the blue house.

    “Is that where our water comes from?” Janice asked.

    “It’s a drought.” The aide herded her out of the delivery bay and back into the main hall of the lobby. Janice stood before the entrance gate, now sealed. Unlike the elevator, it didn’t respond to her presence. She dangled the key from the lanyard in front of the aide, even though she knew the object wasn’t a key in this place. Janice asked another question. “Can I have access to the delivery bay?”

    “Bold move, Buttons.” The aide scratched the back of his neck. “Why not. You’re not the first to ask.” He led her to the cafeteria, which served as a place of celebration. The food was the same as what would have been placed on a tray and left outside her room or provided as part of a scheduled event. It tasted different, though. Janice liked dining in the bright lobby with all its echoes.

    From that day on, Janice took most of her meals in the lobby cafeteria, eating by herself. When she was done with her meal, she returned to the delivery bay, unchaperoned. She observed the deliveries’ motions for hours. Only when her feet and back ached did she return to the emptiness of Floor 44. In this way, Janice had a new routine. Before falling asleep and dreaming of blue skies, she would remember the following: the orbits of the robotic and human arms, the dance of the two outer gates, and that divine sliver of light from the two gates’ misalignment. In the morning, she would check the key’s display for its promise of perpetual clear and sunny skies. She would then take the elevator, more of a friend than anyone else in the blue house, down to the lobby. In the delivery bay, she’d stay for hours, advancing one step closer to the two outer gates every day.

    _____

    After several weeks of this cycle, Toe Jam and Moonbaby spotted Janice in the cafeteria. Toe Jam nudged Moonbaby. “Look at us, Moonbaby, we found Buttons.”

    “You like the lobby a lot,” Moonbaby said to Buttons.

    “I do.”

    “We came to find you.” Toe Jam’s face was redder than usual. “We’ve got some good news for you.”

    There wasn’t much news in the blue house. “What is it?” Janice asked.

    Moonbaby sat down across from Janice, planted her elbows on the cafeteria table, and steepled her fingers. “You know how you’re the only one on 44.”

    Toe Jam leaned over Moonbaby. “Someone else just got assigned to your floor.”

    “Oh.” Janice appreciated that they told her, but she was more interested in maintaining her new routine at the delivery bay.

    Moonbaby frowned. “You’re not excited?”

    Toe Jam motioned across the table and clapped Janice on her bad shoulder, leaving his hand there. “You have a floor buddy now. You can spend more time on your floor, not in the delivery bay.”

    “I like the delivery bay,” Janice said.

    “It will be better for you to have someone else on your floor.” Moonbaby’s soft face became softer. “Let’s go up, Buttons. We can take the elevator together.”

    Janice avoided eye contact. “I’d like to stay here a little longer.”

    Toe Jam loosened his grip on Janice’s shoulder. “The newbie will arrive in a few hours. It’d be nice if you were there to greet them.”

    “It’s tough being the first on your floor. We know.” Moonbaby slid out from the cafeteria table.

    The two of them looked down at Janice, who was still planted on the cafeteria bench. They left and joined the crowd of aids swarming through the lobby. Janice waited several agonizing minutes before jogging to the delivery bay’s entrance gate. She crossed the lobby, ducking to dodge aides and the occasional trucker, all moving in now-known choreography.

    The outer delivery bay gate recognized Janice, Janice herself and not the key, and it opened for her. After pushing further and further into the delivery bay, step by step, she had situated herself right next to the two outer gates, close enough—

    A package came through from outside, the two gates opening and shutting out of sync, letting that gorgeous sliver of light through. Janice glanced at the arms dissecting the package before focusing her full attention on the gates.

    There! The inner gate opened again, and Janice slipped through the gap like the light it let out. She hid behind the gates as they closed. The only light in this space between the gates after both sets were closed was the emergency glow-in-the-dark tape on the floor. She heard nothing except her own breath. The air was cold. Beyond the last gate, the sky should be there, sunny and clear and blue. She pushed.

    The outer gate opened to another package on the conveyor belt, and Janice ducked under it. She crawled forward, limb by limb, until there was nothing at all above her. She looked up.

    The house was blue. The sky was not.

    Gaby Zabar is a writer who lives in California. Find her on the internet at www.gabyzabar.com.

  • An Oral History of the American Sacrifice Town

    Lauren Bajek (bio)

    Sacrifice towns? Of course I know about them. Half the runaways I catch, they get caught up in one. That’s their whole promise, isn’t it. When you can’t trust Mommy or Daddy anymore, at least you can trust the magic of the town. Hell, I lived in one for a few years after I emancipated myself. Hell of a place. You follow the rules, and only the right people get hurt.

    Oh, I don’t know if I should talk about them.

    For what?

    A dissertation?

    Where are you at?

    No shit, a girl from a shitty little town like this? Good for you. Okay, tell you what. See my glass is getting empty here? Triple-fermented hard kombucha with flax. Healthier than water, and it gets you drunk. So you buy, and I’ll talk, and you just let me know when I stop making sense, and then in the morning I’ll move on. Deal?

    A double to start, if you don’t mind.

    Thank you.

    I should start with my old town, yeah? My story’s not too different from anyone else’s. I grew up in a place a lot like this one and my parents never loved me enough. After my dad left, my mom used to let her boyfriends feel me up over my clothes. When I tried to say something, Mom said she knew what real abuse was like, and a little groping wasn’t abuse. So as soon as I was old enough to pass for grown, I packed a go bag and stole the cash from the toilet tank and left.

    You spend enough time on cross-country buses, you learn this country a different way. People talk like America is all one thing, but it’s not. It’s a bunch of small places all crammed together, and sometimes you get off the bus and you can tell a place don’t like you. And then three exits down it’s a dishwashing gig that lets you camp in the store room at nights, and strangers smile at you on the street.

    Once you learn to feel the mood of a place like that, sacrifice towns stick out like a beacon. They don’t just tolerate you, they want you. They love you. That’s paradise.

    I bet you don’t want to hear that, but it’s true. I bet your paper is on The Moral Dilemma of Sacrifice Towns in the Late Capitalist Disaster Economy yada yada. I’ll tell you what, it doesn’t feel like much of a dilemma when you’re in it. So one innocent is chosen to suffer or die so that everyone else can live a comfortable and happy life. You know how that’s different from a regular town? Two ways:

    Only one innocent is hurt.

    And everyone else gets a good life.

    But you want to hear about my town. Another double, hey? Thanks.

    It was middle of nowhere Michigan, and I felt it calling me once I was bout fifteen miles away. Three stoplight town, houses in good repair, everybody with a Mom and Pop job but somehow paying their bills. Best years of my life, there. I lost my virginity. I learned to smoke pot.

    I got into town just a couple months after the annual sacrifice, so I was well settled in by the time things got weird. Tends to happen that way. Towns get fed and happy, they pull new folks in. Anyway, this guy Tyson, couple years older than me, everybody started taking him out for drinks and giving him blowjobs behind the movie theater. Anytime I tried to skip a party, they’d say, you have to go, it’s for Tyson.

    Well, they put off telling me until the afternoon before the sacrifice. Guess they’d had enough folks get spooked, they didn’t want me to have enough time to get to the Grand Rapids PD and back. I thought they were joking until they opened up his neck.

    Now I don’t think it’s respectful to say exactly what happened to the kid, but I’ll just say that not a drop of his blood went to waste. It all got used.

    Nice guy, Tyson. Taught me to play guitar. He couldn’t have had a better farewell party.

    Well, I left after a couple years. Not because I was afraid of being chosen, mind. That town saved my life, and if it wants my blood, it can have it. Any day. No, I’d gotten involved with this girl and turns out she didn’t love me like I loved her, and the town wasn’t big enough for me to avoid her in.

    Oh look, I’m empty. How about one for you, too, and you can tell me about your dissertation.

    No shit. It goes that far back?

    What does archeology have to do with it? I mean, how much can you really tell from—

    Huh.

    You know, I always thought it was an American thing. I gave you shit about all that late stage disaster capitalism stuff, but I guess I figured we invented it. You’re right, though. It’s human nature, isn’t it? Everything has a price, and the three best currencies are death, pain, and sex.

    Yeah, in that order. Near as I can tell.

    Oh, the towns that run on sex are hellholes. First of all, it takes a lot of sex to power a little pocket paradise. Waste of damn time. But no, worst thing is that it only works if the town thinks you enjoyed it. You know what it does to a person, to have to pretend to like it for years on end, because your safety depends on it?

    Well, you’re a pretty girl. Maybe you do.

    Towns that run on sex usually only operate a couple of years, anyway. Maybe a decade. A bunch of horny friends get together, they can power a little utopia for a while. It’s not sustainable, though. Low recruitment, high turnover.

    No, there’s a reason why the oldest and most stable sacrifice towns all run on death. Pain works great if you’re in an out-of-the-way place, hard to get away from, but pound for pound death is the winner.

    It’s good, right? You get used to the sourness. That’s how you tell it’s got the good bacteria. You want me to squirt some vitamin D extract in there, too? Prevents Alzheimers.

    Sure, I get it. I guess I could have anything in here. I mean, I’ve been drinking it, but—

    Oh yeah. Well, after I left my town I wandered a little. Spent a horrible couple months in a sex utopia. Did a little stint busking in Chicago, indie-rock covers of hip-hop songs, that kind of thing. Decent money in that if you catch suburbanites who are in for the weekend. They think it’s hilarious.

    While I was in the Chi, friend of a friend cleaned for this rich couple out in Glencoe, lost their daughter. I say lost. She ran. I said I could find her. Just bragging, you know, I had a pretty girl’s attention and I wanted to keep it. But she passed the message. We agreed on terms. I found the kid.

    She’d got herself involved in a real pit of a town just over the border into Indiana, south of Gary. The town was a pain-eater, and it liked to feed off the newest arrivals. Must have been a new town, still stupid—if you eat pain from your newest residents, nobody will have a baby inside your borders, see? Because babies count as new. And sacrifice towns only survive when they’re generational. A clever one can go decades, centuries probably.

    Anyway, by time I found her she’d been there a month and she was pretty well ready to leave. Two day drive to get back to Glencoe. First day, she pretended I didn’t exist. Second day she’d slept well I guess, and I asked her what it was like.

    Like I needed to eat my way out of my skin, she said. The pain was all I could think about. Getting out, but it was my own body I had to get out of. And keeping still made it worse, and moving made it worse. Aren’t you glad you have a soft bed waiting for you at home then, I said. She didn’t say yes.

    Now me, I think that’s clumsy. If you’re going to eat pain, I say go for the psychic pain. There’s good power in shame if you know how to use it. And shame keeps you staying put.

    Well her parents were happy, and they made some referrals, and it turns out a lot of kids had been running away from Glencoe lately. Good old homegrown homophobia. Or transphobia, one of those. Kids are so creative nowadays, sometimes it’s hard to say which is which.

    Turns out these kids had a freaky pronoun-swapping little friendship group, and their parents found out and started researching one of those camps, to make them straight again, and the kids got wind and bolted.

    Now I see how you’re looking at me, and yes, I did find those kids and take their Daddy’s money. But the other thing I did is give them some pointers on how to cover their tracks a little better. Last I heard, they’d made a tiny little sex-utopia of their own to lie low until their families lost the scent. They were going to go up to Seattle together. Now I don’t know if that panned out. Most plans don’t.

    Well by that point I had a reputation, and it was easier to keep on finding runaways than it was to stop.

    Sure, and the money’s good.

    Oh no, I turn down most jobs I get offered. Only so much time in the day. And you can tell, when you meet the parents. You just feel it. Like you’re not willing to put a kid in their power.

    Well okay, I’m sure I make some mistakes. But I try. And most rich kids don’t survive on the run, either.

    Sure, easy. I’d always rather pull someone from a death-eating town. Those places are straightforward. They’re honest. They give what they give, and they take what they take. I don’t know, they feel like home. Pain-towns are alright, as long as the kid hasn’t been there too long. Those places confuse you, though. You start to feel you deserve it, like something’s wrong with you if you’re not hurting. Hard to get a kid home in one piece, and besides, I worry about em.

    The less said about sex-towns the better. Give me the fucking creeps, but at least it feels good to play the rescuer. Never once met a kid who enjoys trading sex for safety, no matter who they’re trading it to. There’s only one town I really couldn’t handle, but I can’t think it lasted long anyway.

    Really? It’s not going to help your paper, tell you what.

    Okay, you better get us both another drink.

    Now I really don’t like to talk about this, so if you quote me I’ll deny it. But about ten years ago I was chasing this boy, maybe fourteen or fifteen. Still wasn’t sure about his mom—I wasn’t so good at reading em, then. Well, he ended up down Georgia way, and his trail quit, middle of nowhere. Once you get hold of the last credit card or surveillance ping, all you can do is comb the area, waiting for the town to put its feelers out for you.

    Well, this town didn’t want me. Only sacrifice town I ever saw not to salivate at the sight of fresh blood. You gotta understand, a sacrifice town’s a hungry thing. That’s what it is, is hunger. It’s an animal, bout as smart as a dog. You can negotiate with it, and you can trick it, but it can’t trick you.

    So yeah, I knew something was off when the town didn’t call to me. But you get a paper map, you divide the area into zones, you can still find it. It’s not rocket science. I was walking down the shoulder of the highway and I felt more and more uncertain, and then all of a sudden I was through the border, and I could feel the town itself up ahead.

    So there I am, minding my business, thinking about this kid Brandon and what might work to detach him from the town. From what his parents had said, I’d figured him to be drawn to pain-towns. He was the type to go too deep inside himself, you know? Sensitive. Big ideas. So I had my senses alert to the personality of the town, too. Trying to figure out what it wanted from me, now that I was in.

    Oh yeah, you can usually tell pretty quick. Hard to put your finger on it, until you’ve visited your first dozen, but the town softens you up for whatever sacrifice it’s hungry for. In a death-town, say, the food tastes really good, the air smells sharp. Pain-towns give you this feeling like you’re settling in for the long haul. That type of thing.

    Now things went wrong as soon as I saw Brandon. I already knew he had my type of coloring, but the way he sat there on the bench outside the drugstore, hunched over a fat little paperback, he could have been my little brother. He could have been my son.

    Shit. Another shot, huh? And what do you want. You don’t have to match me, you order your little vodka cranberry. Is that still what girls drink at bars?

    No shit, I thought that was a lesbian thing.

    Huh. I guess you can’t always tell by looking.

    Okay, okay. Well I wasn’t going to go talk to the kid while I was feeling that way. So I walked around the block, and you know me, I’m a talker. I got to talking, and by the time I’d circled back around to where Brandon sat with his little book, I’d got three different recommendations for a good place to get a drink, plus an offer of a spare room to stay in. Now that surprised me, because I’d been figuring it for a pain-town, where generosity’s a little harder come by.

    Looking back, I can see how it wasn’t right already. Too full of myself to notice at the time, though.

    So I came back, struck up a conversation with the kid, and he told me right off where he was staying that night. I remember thinking he was lucky I’d found him fast, because he didn’t know how to watch out for himself. And feeling like hot shit, you know, I was gonna button up a two-month job inside a week.

    Well, it didn’t go that way.

    The night started out smooth. I broke into Brandon’s room no problem, got him over my shoulder, down the stairs, out into the street before he’d hardly woken up. I figured, run him out past the border, the town won’t have a hold on him anymore.

    Got out to the crossing with the main road and the town was waiting for me.

    I mean, the people. Don’t know what they were doing awake at that hour, but they were there, in a line across the road. Now I’m a big guy, but I can’t take more than two at once, especially not and keep hold of the kid. So I put him down, but I didn’t let go of him.

    I’m not convinced the boy agreed to leave with you, said someone from the line of people. Pretty dark out, I couldn’t see who.

    I said, I’m from his parents. He still belongs to them. I’m just collecting.

    Nothing. It was like I hadn’t said anything. We all just stood there in silence, and then somebody said we should go to bed and handle it in the morning, and we all just went.

    Now here’s when I really should have started thinking. Because by rights that ought to have been a brawl. They ought have broken my arms and took my cash and tossed me out over the border with no shoes on. But shit, they everything but tucked me in with a hot milk.

    Took me almost a month to figure it out, though. And when I confronted Layla, lady whose spare room I was in, she didn’t even deny it. The town: it wasn’t eating death or pain or sex. It ate spite, and it ate it up clean. Nothing left. You hear me?

    Maybe I’m explaining it wrong.

    Listen, somebody steps on your toe, you push em in the chest, right? When someone talks bad about your sister, you clock em.

    No? You grew up different than me then. But listen, spite—that’s what makes us human. That’s what makes us better than animals. How you think we invented anything? To prove we were better than the next caveman down the block. Now it’s not pretty, but I’ve seen a lot of human nature and what we do better than anyone else is take a little nugget of hate and build something beautiful out of it.

    This town? None of that.

    You know what that means? No rivalries, or none with real teeth. No sabotage. No pettiness. No laughing when the other guy falls. No spreading rumors. No spanking your kids. No hate-fucking. No hate at all. Shit, no cops. No jails. No spite. How the fuck you gonna build a functioning society without spite?

    You’re young, of course it sounds good to you. Shit, why do I bother.

    Fine. Well, I stuck around a while. I’m not one to give up, and Layla had that type of mouth with a dimple in the middle of her bottom lip, you get me? So two reasons to stay.

    And I figure it was good for a while. At least, time passed and I wasn’t mad at it. But I can’t hardly remember it. Like a dream, you know? It doesn’t make any sense when you try and think it through. I know me and Layla had our disagreements. And I know she never hit me or threw her drink on me or made fun of me about how I can’t stand to have someone touch my neck. But I can’t make that make sense together. Because the hurting’s how you keep score of how much you love someone.

    Layla wasn’t like that. No spite left in her. And sure, that feels good while you’re in it, but it’s not reality.

    Anyway, I cheated on her. I saw an opportunity and I took it. Out behind the gas station. Even then, seemed like Layla didn’t even care. Oh, she cried and all, but she didn’t try and hurt me back. I figured we were still good, til I went in for a kiss and she stopped me. Told me I had to move out. I said What about all your fancy principles and she said I gave up my violence, not my boundaries.

    What the fuck does that even mean?

    That just about broke the spell for me. I mean, figuratively—the town still had its magic, strong magic, making my life all calm and smooth and convenient. I moved up above the bookstore and put my mind back on my job. And it really started eating at me, how calm folks were. I started insulting people, tripping them, anything to get a rise. Nothing worked. They just rolled their eyes at me and moved out of range. That’s what I mean: inhuman.

    Second time I tried to take Brandon out of the town, I was slicker. We were friends at that point, both big fans of books with spaceships on them. Really good kid. It was easy to convince him to take a walk with me and talk aliens and space-rays and all that, and pretty easy to turn him onto the road out of town.

    He stopped, though, right inside the border. This is too far, he said.

    Well, it wouldn’t take more than a minute to carry him over the line back to the real world, so I popped him in the chin, knocked him right out. Stooped down to pick him up and the magic I was swimming in—remember the magic? the town’s magic?—it rippled and started to tear, and the tear was running right through me, right through my chest.

    I guess I must have fell. My arms and legs didn’t work, but I managed to look down and it was this big shimmery rift right through the center of me, and I felt so small, like I didn’t matter at all, like I’d thought I was at the center of the universe but it turns out the universe has no center at all, it just keeps going forever, and worst thing was, looking down the rift, I could feel it getting bigger. It was going to swallow me up.

    I guess I blacked out. Came to and I still had that big rift pinning me down, plus some people stood around me and Brandon was leaning on them. The bruise was already coming up on his chin. You don’t have to, somebody was saying to him, and he said Yeah, I know, but I want to.

    Then he looked at me and said We’re not friends anymore, but I forgive you. And the rift closed up.

    And what do you think they did to me next. I mean listen, what would you do?

    Right, because you’re a human goddamn being.

    But I’ll tell you what they did: absolutely nothing.

    I’m serious. They let me walk back into town by myself, they let me go back to my little futon above the bookstore, they still even served me at the diner. But everywhere I went, they looked at me. I mean all of them. I’d walk in the room and they just stopped what they were doing, stopped talking, and turned and watched me.

    I’m a strong guy. I’m tough. I’ve seen some shit, you know? More than any person ought to see. But man, I didn’t last three days. Worst part was, when I told everyone I was leaving—when they watched me hike out the main road—even then, they didn’t say shit to me. Not even a Good riddance to chase me out.

    You get it, right? You get why, all the sacrifice towns I’ve seen, that’s the one that gives me nightmares?

    Lauren Bajek is a writer, parent, and literary agent living in the American Rust Belt. Her fiction is published or forthcoming in Baffling Magazine, the Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, and Lightspeed Magazine. Online, she lives at laurenbajek.com.

  • Dreamdead Surrender

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    Simon(e) van Saarloos (bio)

    “I am trying to find out if Kwati had a dream about me last night,” Lala said, rushed, making up a lie rather than just admitting she was late for no particular reason.

    “And?” Tommy asked matter of fact. Lala looked into his eyes, trying to figure out if he was just one of those stoics who refused to have any stress before certainty appeared, or whether it was the flatlining effects of Mitalix. Maybe she hoped it was the drug, as if with each user she met, she was growing a little closer to the possibility of trying it out. Her parents were conservative, believing only in the comfort of meditation practices, expensive dreamcatchers, and lucid dream conditioning, and Lala was trying to understand what it would feel like to believe differently. To embrace that calm kind of certainty. To not fear sleep. But also, to miss out on the collective bond of constant fear.

    “False alarm,” she sighed, getting to the desk and logging into the system. They had about fifty exams today, soon the kids would be coming in. Others would start their lessons. The instructors were already outside, sharing banter, mugs brimming with coffee and mushroom tea. Some of them vaped.

    Tommy shrugged. He was stocking the baskets on the counter with energy bars, mycelium chips, and fresh dates. When he finished setting up the snacks, he turned to Lala, “And Kwati is your friend? Why would they false alarm you?”

    “Oh, I don’t think Kwati meant to, really. It was something in zir message this morning that got me freaked. Just a deaddream panic from my side, really.”

    “Really.” Tommy said, stoic again.

    Even though she could still read his lack of response as proof for his Mitalix use, she mostly felt caught in her lie: everyone knows you don’t message each other cryptic texts in the morning. You just can’t. Some of the No Dead No Justice groups even called for penalizing the production of such doubt. One of the ways to prevent doubt, the NDNJ proposed, was a mandatory clearance that everyone would be required to submit daily, right after waking up. In case you’d be dreaming about someone you didn’t recognize or know, you could still fill in a description, and in some cases, the blockchain would be able to track the person. The tests they’d run revealed that quite some people were notified about their upcoming dead and then never died. They concluded that the app must have mistaken fictional characters for strangers. Dreamy descriptions were simply too easily applicable to actual people. Another problem with the app, obviously, was its dependency on legibility; you could only clear people from those dreams that you remembered. The most shocking deaths, the ones no one saw coming, would slip through.

    Lala had suffered enough of the doubt NDNJ wanted to criminalize. It was fucking terrible. But she had also created doubt, plenty of times. Attempting to express her serious interest in a date–only a few weeks fresh –, she had written her about a dream. She meant to say; a hot, steamy, sexy dream, but in a moment of shyness, these adjectives dropped and all her date was left with was this mysterious “I dreamt about you.” The date, Tirsa, had called her, panicking, and after Lala explained her original intent, they continued seeing each other. Soon however, Lala learned that Tirsa actually had wanted to break up after the incident, but that she didn’t dare to tell Lala, afraid that this would ignite evil dreams. The worst was not being able to promise anything. The best she could do was convince Lala that she felt terrible about her mistake and that she wasn’t holding any grudges against her. She was just heartbroken. And that, Tirsa and Lala both knew, felt fucking dangerous. Though of course Lala wanted to do that thing where she could use Tirsa’s fear in her favor, pushing her to continue dating, instead they sat down together to strategize. The break-up lasted longer than their sexual escapades. Their careful untangling focused less on what they had in the flesh and more on what could possibly happen while sleeping. It was such an intimate process, an attempt at care they couldn’t have created over beers and board games. Lala eventually stopped being honest about her feelings and instead meditated on the fact that she wouldn’t be able to fully control the situation. She could absolutely do her utmost best not to kill Tirsa, just like she was always doing her best not to kill anyone with her sleep, but there was a risk that could not be averted. With each of their collaborative attempts to minimize the risk, Lala felt closer to Tirsa. She wanted her. Tirsa might have wanted Lala-if she hadn’t made the mistake of sending that misguided text. They strategized by talking, and Tirsa seemed to think that talking was safe, safer than sex, as if talking narrowed Lala’s imagination. It did the opposite. Tirsa’s lips swelled while she spoke, as if the words drew out soft pink flesh. Visible and gone, waves of gum, blooming and retreating. Lala just watched the tide of Tirsa’s mouth and listened to her voice and felt it burning in her stomach. When they left the café together, Lala shoved her jacket onto her lap before rolling away, as if she’d had a hard-on to hide.

    They agreed that the only way to actually release Tirsa from this grip was for Lala to miss a few nights of sleep. The exhaustion would create some safety, and Lala would have time to process her feelings for Tirsa while awake. Three nights, they concluded. They were hard, long nights. The first night, Lala was able to call off her bedtime support. She said her roommate was available. She stayed upright in her chair, playing games of finger pool. Her right hand kept winning from her left hand. She had felt tempted to ask Tirsa for one of her movie downloads. It had been one of the things she’d liked so much about Tirsa–her greed for new, illegal things. On their second date, they had gone to an underground movie theater, where they’d watch all kind of stuff that was made pre-deaddream times. Lala loved the French lesbian movies, full of gender confusion and unresolved sexual longing, as well as speculative tragicomedies full of half-real creatures. They also tried to see some action movies, but it was too painful to watch people die so easily like that; the screen filled with a constant stream of breathless bodies. This physical-dependent dying appeared ridiculous. A bullet, a disease, even heartbreak would do it. The second night, bedtime support ignored her cancellation and showed up anyway. She tried to convince him it was unnecessary, but the supporter followed his preset task rather than listening to Lala, and so she spent the second night in bed, trying to stay awake. It was the worst, lying down, fighting her eyelids, fighting anger against Tirsa for making her do this. Then Tirsa started texting, checking if Lala was staying awake. In a moment of sleep deprived rage, Lala wrote back that she was masturbating to kill time, erased “kill,” but kept the remark about masturbating, hoping that Tirsa would feel called to keep her up. Tirsa only wrote she should do whatever it took. Encouraging.

    The third night she fell asleep in her chair and dreamt of tigers and dinosaurs. In the morning, Lala wrote Tirsa: “Everything clear.” She never heard from Tirsa again. It hurt so fucking much. After all that, Lala became seriously interested in Mitalix. Maybe she could just ask Tommy about it?

    The first flock of children arrived at her desk, some accompanied by parents. Tommy stepped aside and watched her do the tasks he still needed to learn. It was simple, she’d register each kid for their exam, and they’d take off with their driving instructor. The external examinator would run the student’s data afterwards and decide whether they succeeded. Most kids did. By tonight, most of them would have a driver’s license added to their fingerprint. “Our youngest one today is four years,” she pointed out to Tommy. Just to say something work related than anything else.

    “Is that uncommon?” he asked–in the same stoic tone he had asked about Kwati.

    “Well, most of the students are six years and older, but it happens every so often. Legally the only requirement is that a student is able to speak, sign, or write, so that a form of communication with the instructor is possible.” Tommy nodded. She was probably explaining things he already knew, but she enjoyed her supervising power over him, as he seemed such an average, arrogant white guy.

    “Want to try the registration for the next slot of students?”

    Posted 12:37 pm on May 12, 2036.

    Today, Marica told me she dreamt of my death. She came over and we cried together. That was it. She is now in my bed trying to sleep, trying to continue the dream. Maybe, she said, maybe you will miraculously rise, open your eyes. I see her working so hard, trying to get back to sleep, practicing lucid strategies. And currently, I feel fine. Absolutely fine. I’m breathing, and my lungs feel wide. This morning I went for a run, like always, Marica hadn’t called me yet. I know I’m supposed to feel on the verge or something like that–many have written about it. Some have attempted to write or speak or scream themselves into posthumous fame. Others have spent their whole life past eighty or ninety or hundred reminiscing on what to erase–as the current time catches up on their past mistakes, their past wrongful convictions and political views. Me, I just feel here. Present, alive. If anything, I’m thinking about my article’s deadline, tonight. Will I make it in time? Should I be calling my mom instead of posting this online?

    This platform is full of young people’s faces4 who have never experienced simple physical dying; from age, disease, accidents, or police violence. For me, it started with a dead rat. I dreamt of someone petting their dead rat, lovingly holding it to their chest, and the next day, I stepped on a dead rat while on my morning run. Obviously, I didn’t think much of it. The dead rat dream seemed to refer to a video I saw shared here of a woman on an airplane, shouting. She was nursing, and the flight attendant demanded to see the baby as he suspected she was smuggling a cat onto the plane. When he lifted the wrap she was cradling to her breasts, it turned out to be a taxidermy/stuffed cat. The woman explained that it was an emergency support animal. Dead, but supportive. “Oh that’s allowed,” the flight attendant replied, slowly calming his shouts.

    Those who’d lost so much already were maybe more accustomed to dream about the dead. Dreaming about those who were alive and then learning they had died, maybe didn’t seem so strange.5 Most importantly: those who’d lost so much, were last to be listened to. It seems we had started to deaddream many months before it was widely acknowledged. I have some notes from my diary, those first months after public recognition. At the time, I seemed mostly worried about the banning of movies, videogames and other entertainment that the government imagined stimulated deaddreams. As no one I cared about had died yet, I knew nothing of grief, and I wasn’t so worried about my dreams.6 They were mostly sexual, and if any crisis appeared at all, it concerned crashing planes or arriving too late to catch the last train to a job interview. These never ended in someone, or myself, dying. I didn’t consider how non-human animals, like the rat, were affected.

    All of this was always already the initial algorithm.7 Those who’d lost so much were losing first again. That’s why it took so long for people to actually recognize what was going on. That is what they say at the underground meetings. All along we’ve privileged death over life, we’ve stacked archives full with who and what has died, we’ve created an almost inescapable algorithm of precarity and destruction.8 We forgot to dream, is what the underground Wise say, and we’ve deliberately silenced the dreams of those who were able to dream, despite being surrounded by death. We forgot to practice, we forgot to sense. How that resulted in our dreams having actual deadly powers, I don’t know. No one does. The least wise try to understand it.

    Marica tells me she is unable to fall back asleep. Am I scared? Am I prepared? Marica feels responsible. If you can, please tell her not to feel guilty. When she first called, I asked “Why me?”, but I never meant to suggest she made me into a victim. The only regret I have, is that I’ve never been in love. With the rivers for sure (please read my articles on the pollution of the streams), but not with another person. When I asked Marica why me, I just wanted to know what else she’d been dreaming of.

    Lala’s parents went through her room, opening closets and drawers with an unhinging pace, taking over tasks that she herself could easily do. Lala tended to live intimately with objects, rather than treating them like some sort of enemy. Her dad held up a bathrobe, swinging it, “Do you wear this?”

    Lala looked at her fuchsia pink plush, she loved it. “You can pack it.”

    Often, after having gotten dressed with support of the morning shift, she would drape the robe around herself, cuddling and stroking its fluffy fabric. Her parents kept pushing her to get a dog. They’d shown her videos of all the benefits: dogs pick up what you drop, bark in alarm if something happens to you, dogs open doors. And most importantly, her parents argued, a dog is a loyal companion. Lala surely believed her parents: this was exactly why she didn’t want a dog. She felt pretty sure that the dependency of a domesticated animal would immediately spark a fear of loss, possibly manifesting dreams. She preferred to stick to the bathrobe. Animate enough for comfort, inanimate enough to live.

    Lala watched her mom drive. She enjoyed comparing her mother’s style to the way the instructors at her work taught the cars now. Their mandate: as little interference as possible. The instructors always explained that the car calculated danger differently than people did–without fear and preemptive anticipation–and that you had to practice patience. If you grabbed the wheel each time you fantasized an upcoming crash on your dashboard, you never got to experience the skills of the computer. At the school, they usually gave kids plenty to do while driving, to distract them just enough–though the instructors observed that the kids developed less and less of an instinct to interfere. They trusted their cars more than their own interpretation of the road and only had to learn how to handle emergencies and soft repairs.

    “Are you ready?” her dad asked, patting her duffle bag.

    “I think so. I hope so.” Lala looked out of the window. They passed a line of No Dead No Justice advertisements on flashy screens. Of course they used disabled people for their campaign, showing people who were in a power chair or lying in bed as the ultimate proof of “Death Is a Birthright.” Lala’s face got hot. She often wondered whether that was what her parents had been secretly thinking after her accident, believing that she would have been better off dead. They never said so directly, but they often slipped nostalgic comments about the lost possibility to “just die.”

    “Did you make that booklet with everyone’s memories?” Lala inquired. Her mother grabbed the wheel, even though everyone was in their lane.

    “She did,” dad replied, putting a hand on mom’s knee. “Everyone’s contributed.”

    Lala looked at her dad’s hand. She remembered this gesture as comforting.

    It had been some years since all three of them visited the hospital together, and Lala felt overwhelmed, passing the elevator to the rehabilitation wing, following the red-white arrows to the dream lab. Upstairs, they could skip the waiting room and meet the doctor right away.

    “Lala!” the doctor called enthusiastically, as if they had met before. She bent down on one knee after offering her hand to mom and dad. Rather than meeting the doctor’s eyes, Lala looked at the rim of her bright white coat brushing the floor. “How are you feeling?” Before she was able to answer, the doctor continued, “I hope you’re mighty excited to get some sleep with us. Did you have any questions before we bring you to a bed?”

    Lala pulled back a little, a rubber squeak of annoyance on the grey linoleum. “I’ve read up on all the technicalities. I’m mostly just hoping that it works. My grandfather is really tired. I really do want to help.” She stressed her motivations mostly to convince her parents, who seemed to waver between medical logic and parental guilt about the fact that Lala was the safest bet for this procedure. They’d already had to overcome quite some hesitation to accept medical care. Lala simply feared what it would feel like to euthanize someone. To deaddream her grandfather. She didn’t, however, blame her parents for asking her: she’d understood enough to know that parents should avoid going under, because it is more difficult to dream a generation up than it is dreaming down, studies show. Responsibility and a shared history of vulnerability triggers fearful fantasies. In larger family’s than Lala’s, the youngest is expected to be the one with the least attachments, and therefore deemed most fit. She was ready for it.

    The doctor with the dusty coat stood by her bed, checking allergies and her current list of medications, while a team of people hooked her up to painless monitors. “Mostly for research purposes,” the doctor explained. “We are in the early stages and we need to learn quick. Some people are dying for release.” Lala laughed, but no one joined. The bed was comfortable and clean, even mildly smelling of bleach. Her mom sat in the window frame, studying the booklet she brought, frantically scrolling. The collected memories from the family were to quickly ignite an obsession with her grandfather’s life. Dad had written a mantra about his death, saying that it is time, that he is ready to let go. Repetition was key, the instructions read, creating a pattern that Lala could continue in her sleep. A needle was stuck in the back of her hand, for the lucid dream inducing Kava Kava extract that she would receive. She’d also wear a clunky headband with mildly activated electrodes, stuck to her forehead, using LED light stimulation. They couldn’t medicate her into sleep, because it would reduce the effect of the procedure, but they promised to serve relaxing herbal tea. “Your opulent use of daily medication will be an interesting extra factor in today’s research,” the doctor said. Lala laughed again, this time because of the word opulent. She herself often silently sung about being flooded with a joyful candy rain when swallowing her morning dose of brightly colored caps.

    They stayed together for hours, exchanging stories. Even after her mom had read through the whole booklet, more memories came up. Lala’s as well. She remembered her grandfather singing, how he would applaud so loud for himself that it almost took away the pleasure of praising him. They looked at several picture albums together. The last album was of 2024, as if the expectation of death with age had been the main motivation for visual documentation. Or maybe it was a NDNJ conviction; did Lala’s parents stop taking pictures because they believed that still images captured the person portrayed in such a way that it led to deaddreaming? Lala knew this was popular belief among NDNJ’s–their propaganda had contributed to the government’s ban on movies, so she had learned from Tirsa –, but she couldn’t recall her parents being on board with any of that. (The idea that stillness and immobility were a kind of preface of death was fucking offensive to Lala.)

    Then again, she could not remember much of the fear of those initial years. She was young enough to live on with this completely different reality, actively forgetting what was normal before. She didn’t want to bring it up right now. Instead, she listened to her father repeating the mantra again. They laughed about her grandfather’s love for paintings of naked women and discussed how to distribute this inheritance: erotic images were quite valuable for their representation of liveliness. As advised, they talked about him in the past tense. It worked in so far that mom started to cry. She’d been experiencing the “suspended grief” that many felt for those who were not lucky enough to be released, and she now was able to feel something more urgent and direct than the dim of waiting: her father gone, instead of him not being able to go. Before they left and called the nurse to install the headband, the mantra was said once more, each of them repeating it, struggling whether they should say “was” or “is.” Grandpa is ready to go. Granddad was.

    Everyone wished her luck and “do your best,” no one said “sleep tight.” It was dark in the room except for the blinking of machines. A familiar sight from her weeks in the hospital, spent staring at her legs, wishing her toes would wiggle if she hoped hard enough they would. She shifted strategies when the person in the neighboring bed told her to stop, breaking the night with their unfamiliar voice: “You are wasting your imagination. You only lost your ability to walk, not to dream. Imagine what is possible living with your paralysis.”

    Now she was alone in the room, with a tight band around her head, and she needed to shift her thoughts to her grandfather. The one thing they really seemed to have in common was an appreciation for visual art. His paintings had felt like an education she wouldn’t have encountered otherwise. Lala loved the overwhelm of visiting his collection of naked women. The frames and loose canvases hung closely together, sometimes on top of each other, across all four walls and propped on the ground. The messy choreography of the paintings–sometimes only the cup of a breast would show, or an eye, or flowing hair, curvy lips–allowed her to desire, just like the movies did, for unattainable worlds (not just women). Without the animate threat of destruction, Lala could fantasize all she wanted.

    Lala woke up in terror. Her parents stood at her bedside, accompanied by the doctor, big eyes, awaiting. Lala pulled at the electrodes on her forehead. She was panting, out of breath: “I have to call Tirsa.”

    Simon(e) van Saarloos is the author of four books in Dutch, including a novel (De vrouw die) and an ethnographic court report about the “discrimination trial” of Geert Wilders (Enz. Het Wildersproces). Two of their books have been translated into English: Playing Monogamy (Publication Studio, 2019) and most recently Take ‘Em Down. Scattered Monuments and Queer Forgetting (Publication Studio, 2022). They are currently working on Against Ageism: A Queer Manifesto (Emily Carr University Press, March 2022) and a theatre play about abortion, titled “De Foetushemel,” for Ulrike Quade Company, premiering April 2023 at Theater Bellevue, Amsterdam. Van Saarloos also works as an artist and curator. Their most recent projects include Cruising Gezi Park (with Kübra Uzun), the spread of a mo(nu)ment, and “Through the Window,” an ongoing queer solidarity project between Turkey and the Netherlands, aimed to circulate funds among queer artists. They have participated in artist residencies such as the KAVLI Institute for Nanosciences, Deltaworkers New Orleans, and Be Mobile Create Together at IKSV in Istanbul. Together with Vincent van Velsen, Van Saarloos curated the ABUNDANCE exhibition (“We must bring about the end of the world as we know it”–Denise Ferreira da Silva) at Het HEM, Amsterdam in 2022. Recent projects include their role as a guest curator for Rietveld Academy’s Studium Generale program “Refuge” (January-March 2023) and IDFA’s (International Documentary Filmfestival Amsterdam 2022) queer day. Van Saarloos currently pursues a PhD in Rhetoric at the University of California, Berkeley.

    Notes

    1. Could we, the restless, the overworked, the underslept, the one-eye-open wary sleepers, activate kinship through the dolphin adaptations we have already learned in order not to drown here? Could we imagine a world where we are all safe enough to sleep held in the arms of the river, in her mothering flow, supported by the boundaries we need to fully rest? I want that for you. I want that for me. All this time that I have been half-awake, I have been dreaming of a world that could deserve you. They told me it was a hallucination, this waking dream I want for all of us, but now I know the truth. In a world where capitalism as usual makes us complicit in drowning the planet, we are the ones who are already dolphins, the psychics, the visionaries. We could trust ourselves. Our adaptable foreheads were not made to be caged; we deserve the restful freedom to evolve, to—as D’atra Jackson said at the North Carolina Emergent Strategy Immersion—”surrender to your dreams.”

    —Alexis Pauline Gumbs. Undrowned: Black Feminist Lessons from Marine Mammals. AK Press, 2020, 89.

    2. You know how people are so in awe of Octavia Butler’s journal, the way she wrote down what she wanted with her books? I think it’s because written worldbending resonates so widely. I’ve been curious about what other languages one can worldbend in, though, languages of manifestation, if you like. Writing things down, using images to make vision boards, speaking things aloud—these are all spells. Most of my own worldbending is very action-based: I move as if the future I want is absolutely assured, making choices and spending money like a prophet—buying clothes for galas before I was ever invited to one, paintings for a bungalow I had no idea how I’d ever afford, the pink faux fur for my book launch before I even had a book deal, shit like that. And see, this is why I love you, because you never thought it was impossible; you dream even bigger for me than I do for myself.

    —Akwaeke Emezi. Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir. Penguin Random House, 2021, 69.

    3. Dreams are often oracles dismissed. We may not recall our dreams, or shrug off their messages. We may feel outCiphered by them.

    But afrofuturenauts are an intrepid tribe. We know that ancestors beforeandcomingandnotgone have dreamed us up (are still dreaming us up), and that the future is <— ∞ —>. We know that our dreamworlds are time-folding and -foiling, and available for our deepest extragalactic play. Adventures in Soporifica never begin and never end—but its present is always porous. Enter the afroraculum. . . .

    There are some simple technologies available to help you peer into and pull up from the dark well of the future:

    58. Just before you settle down for sleep, jot down what you want to dream about. (Asking aloud or just holding the intention can work well.) What insights are you looking for? Patience is key here. My experience is that “commissioned dreams” may not come immediately—but they will come. Keep asking.

    11. Make a bedside offering to your dreamworld/The Maker of Dreams. I’ve set aside tea, a clutch of wildflowers, and other small gifts. Making offerings for multiple nights once gave me one of the most powerful, unforgettable visitations of my dreaming career.

    5. Dedicate yourself to recording your dreams. I’ve kept a tape recorder near my bed for this purpose, as sometimes I’m feeling too in-between-worlds to actually write anything down immediately after. I also keep a few dream journals. Record what you remember, no matter how partial; even a snippet or a flash of color has a place in your dream reliquary. Collecting the shards and writing them down as a poem can also help the dream cohere.

    21. Honor your dreams. Draw them, act them out, build an altar devoted to them, follow their choreography, talk about them. A respectful, attentive dreamer gets rewarded with more oracles, more vivid dreams.

    873. Slow down your waking life enough so that you can notice when your dream life is dropping breadcrumbs. There can be such a magical echo-play between worlds—dream iconography has cropped up so many times in my waking life. Pay attention, look around, stay woke and dreamy. Seed receptivity.

    The dreamworld is wily, and wildly sovereign. It helps to think poetically and to be primed for the long waiting [the wooing]. Being available for a steady stream of precognitive dreams demands stamina and sinew. But over time, you can build dream-skill. I’m now able to change course mid-dream, and stop nightmares before they really get started. I’ve asked for dream guides and gotten them. I have visited my death during sleep, and also learned of others’ illnesses and deaths through dreams. Not too long ago I dreamed that something that I have been wanting for ages was finally mine; a voice in my dream said, “You can have this, if you believe.” So believing that that dream-vision prefigures my waking life is my next big Afrofuturist adventure.

    Welcome to sleep, your chamber of oracles: oraculum. For the Black future: afroraculum.

    Black Quantum Futurism: Theory & Practice. Volume One, edited by Rasheedah Phillips, AfroFuturist Affair, 2015, 73-75.

    4. From Kae Tempest’s song “People’s Faces”:

    It’s hard
    We got our heads down and our hackles up
    Our back’s against the wall
    I can feel you aching

    None of this was written in stone
    There is nothing we’re forbidden to know
    And I can feel things changing

    Even when I’m weak and I’m breaking
    I’ll stand weeping at the train station’
    Cause I can see your faces

    There is so much peace to be found in people’s faces

    I saw it roaring
    I felt it clawing at my clothes like a grieving friend
    It said

    “There are no new beginnings
    Until everybody sees that the old ways need to end”

    But it’s hard to accept that we’re all one and the same flesh
    Given the rampant divisions between oppressor and oppressed
    But we are though

    More empathy
    Less greed
    More respect

    All I’ve got to say has already been said
    I mean, you heard it from yourself
    When you were lying in your bed and couldn’t sleep
    Thinking couldn’t we be doing this
    Differently?

    5. “It’s still in our culture, it’s still these ways of being that are deeply, deeply spiritual. It’s still not being able to go out because your mom had a dream and based on that, you are not going anywhere!” Akwaeke Emezi in the podcast The Root Presents: It’s Lit! Episode 44, “Exploring the Ethereal with Akwaeke Emezi,” 21 July 2021.

    6.

    “Death frees people for new experiences.

    So I was to learn at the funeral of my friend’s mother.

    As no one I cared about had died yet

    I knew nothing of grief.”

    Cheryl Clark, “The johnny cake.” Narratives: poems in the tradition of black women, Kitchen Table Press, 1983, 45-50.

    7. “What I want to think about in this story, in a similar but different way, is how black life is absent from the classificatory algorithms that are applied to statistically organize our world. This absence affirms how the premature death of black people, and, more broadly, the acute marginalization of the world’s most vulnerable communities, are entrenched in algorithmic equations. What I am struggling to work out, then, is twofold: that premature death is an algorithmic variable; that black life is outside algorithmic logics altogether.” Katherine McKittrick, Dear Science and Other Stories. Duke UP, 2021, 105-106.

    8. “So, what do we do with the archival documentation that displays this unfree and violated body as both naturally dispossessed and as the origin of new world black lives? How do we come to terms with the inventory of numbers and the certain economic brutalities that introduce blackness—the mathematics of the unliving, the certification of unfreedom—and give shape to how we now live our lives? And what does it mean that, when confronting these numbers and economic descriptors and stories of murder and commonsense instances of anti-black violence, some of us are pulled into that Fanonian moment, where our neurological synapses and our motor-sensory replies do not result in relieved gasps of nostalgia or knowing gasps of present emancipation (look how far we have come/slavery is over/get over slavery/post-race/look how far) but instead dwell in the awfulness of seeing ourselves and our communities in those numbers now? This is the future the archives have given me.” Katherine McKittrick, “Mathematics Black Life.” The Black Scholar: Journal of Black Studies and Research, vol. 44, no. 2 (Summer 2014), 19.

  • How to Inherit the Earth: A Primer for Aspiring Futurologists

    Rotimi Babatunde (bio)

    1. Q

    Question: This is already inheriting the alphabet

    What a strange city and what a strange school and what a strange class. Topaz stared at his desk. His mum had said it would be a nice city and a nice school and a nice class, and he didn’t want to be a bad boy, but why was everything so strange? He looked up and surveyed the classroom. Nothing had changed. Behind their desks, the other children were still wheezing and sniffling, and from their noses, the mucus running out was still green and yellow and thick, and by the window in front of the class, the teacher was still sneezing and coughing, grimacing at intervals as she wiped her nose with the ruffled sleeves of her dress. She cleared her throat and leaned out of the window and spat. Rather than shooting out straight, the phlegm clung to her mouth and dangled down, long and elastic. The phlegm was green and yellow and sick. Topaz squirmed. Never in his old city and his old school and his old class would a teacher spit out of a window, and never would his classmates have snot seeping like varicolored sewage out of their nostrils.

    The teacher brought out a white handkerchief. She swiped it across her mouth. The handkerchief became green and yellow and sick. The teacher turned to face the class. Her eyes settled on Topaz. We have a newcomer with us today, she said. His family has just relocated to our megapolis from a faraway city. You’ll all be nice to him, won’t you?

    No one responded. The teacher started talking about the alphabet. Topaz looked away from her. He remembered the groundeater that had brought him and his mum from their old city to their new one, and his mood brightened.

    Long before you were born, in the times before the Upheavals, we could have gone by air, his mum had said. She sighed. That was when the sky was still blue. But now, taking a flight is no longer straightforward. Even the large birds that love soaring high now have trouble staying up for long.

    Topaz liked the groundeater. It was his first time in one. The groundeater was very fast, and their cabin was very nice. He kept his eyes glued to the window of the cabin. The ground over which they were traveling was flat and desiccated, scorched brown by the intensity of the unrelenting sunshine. But above it, the sky was the color of cold ash, with its monotonous greyness stretching endless and birdless and cheerless as far as eyes could see.

    Every now and then, the landscape threw up sights that stunned Topaz. Cacti as huge as giants and mountains as bare as asteroids. A ravine so sheer it made the boy giddy with vertigo. Sunlit cities far out in the distance, their buildings cute and dainty like those of the toy diorama his mum had given him on his last birthday.

    And then at night the moon came out, and with the moon came the bats. Multitudes and multitudes of them. People say it’s their unique immune system that helps them adapt better than other animals, a woman at the other end of the cabin said.

    Maybe bats will also inherit the earth, a man replied. He laughed. No one in the cabin laughed along with him.

    In the morning, the boy woke up to see that the sunwashed cities of the previous day had given way to cities in perpetual dusk. He pointed out one to his mum.

    We’re going somewhere like that, his mum said.

    Why is it like nightfall?

    Because it’s under a sunbrella. It’s a megapolis. Carbos live there.

    What are Carbos?

    His mum glanced around the cabin. She said nothing. The groundeater zoomed on.

    Topaz heard his name and looked up. It was his teacher’s voice. Daydreaming again, are you, the teacher said. There was silence. The teacher continued. Can you recite the alphabet? Topaz nodded. Great, let’s hear you do that, will you?

    Topaz began. Q, W, E, R, T, Y…

    The other children began laughing. Topaz stopped. What was funny? He looked at his classmates. Hadn’t they been taught the alphabet?

    Don’t laugh at him, the teacher said. The alphabet order that Topaz followed is already inheriting the alphabet. Semms recite the alphabet that way. And Topaz is a Semm.

    Topaz started in his seat. He didn’t know he was anything but a boy. Semm. He would never forget that word. Not that the Carbos would ever allow him to.

    Answer: Qwerty

    2. W

    Question: A portal connecting distant points in the fabric of spacetime

    The first reality café on Dr. Alado’s list was located in a manhill on the edge of the umbra. The manhill was familiar to Dr. Alado. The final qualifying exam for his medical license had held there years ago. He entered the manhill and rose up its heights and found the reality café. Its interior surprised him. Garish lights flashing from the ceilings and upbeat music booming from the walls. Colorful adverts for the wormholes on offer running on the media panels. Stoned patrons, young and deliriously happy, swaying to the relentless beats. Dr. Alado was confused. He had been expecting a laboratory environment. Time transponders and gravity machines and quantum-field inductors and all that. The technology must have evolved.

    A receptionist came to him. We can take you back to any of the great ancient music festivals, she said, shouting over the music. Woodstock or Coachella? Montreal Jazz or Felabration, Fuji Rock or Reggae Sumfest? You’ve come to the right place.

    I’m sorry, I’m here for something else, Dr. Alado replied.

    And if it’s an event from even further back in time you’re after, the receptionist continued, concerts from the Vienna of the great composers or orchestral music from the Kaifeng of the Song dynasty, oud performances from the Baghdad of the Mamluk pashas or kora sessions from the Kaabu of the Senegambian griots, we have wormholes for them available.

    Do you have the one for the War Against Irony?

    The receptionist shook her head. We don’t like trouble here, she said.

    The second reality café on Dr. Alado’s list was in another manhill. The adverts there promoted wormholes for extinct sporting events. Wimbledon finals and World Cups. The Olympics and the Ashes and the World Series. And for patrons desirous of bloodier entertainment, Pamplona and the Beargarden and the Colosseum.

    Why not try out the Pasola Festival, the attendant that welcomed Dr. Alado to the café said. The spear fighting there is great fun.

    Do you have the wormhole for the War Against Irony?

    The smile on the attendant’s face vanished. That one between the Patriots and the Ironists, he asked.

    Of course.

    I’m sorry, my boss would never stock anything that could make the Patriots visit, the attendant said.

    Dr. Alado left the place. On the avenue outside the manhill, a small group of women were protesting. Humanhills Not Manhills, one of the placards they held aloft read. Dr. Alado stopped to watch. He was impressed by the women’s unbroken spirit. Everyone knew the megapolis was Patriot territory. The Semms had risen, and because of that, race was gone, but gender remained. The Patriots would sooner chew their left arms raw than relinquish that.

    A burly, deep-voiced man was pestering the protesters. To hell with humanhills, I’d rather have womanhills, the man said, cupping his chest with his hands. I love nothing more than womanhills!

    Hey you, will you stop being rude, Dr. Alado shouted at him.

    The burly man walked over. At close quarters, his minatory bulk loomed large, and his voice boomed even louder. His huge beard was quivering. What cheek, he bellowed. Who the hell do you think you are to be ordering me around?

    Dr. Alado looked up at him. I am Alado, he said. Dr. Gus Remingdale-Alado.

    Something died in the man’s face. His voice started wavering. A descendant of the great Remingdale-Alado from the War Against Irony, are you, he asked. The Remingdale-Alado that led the Reds to victory against the Blues in the Battle of the Roses and the Violets?

    Now, you know. Don’t you?

    The man tipped his hat to Dr. Alado and hurried away from the scene.

    Dr. Alado began blaming himself. If he hadn’t been sloppy with his research, he could have gone straight to the right reality café. And he wouldn’t have needed to announce his full name to anyone. But here he was, squandering his time crisscrossing the megapolis like a tramp. There and then, he would have called off his search and forgotten about the wormhole into the War Against Irony, but obligation restrained him. His ancestor had battled in that war. Commanded the brigade of the Roses that stormed the Capitol and vanquished the Violets during the Battle of the Roses and the Violets. Without his leadership, not only would the Patriots have lost that battle, they would also have lost the larger war to the Ironists. Not experiencing how the war had gone for him would be a dereliction of family duty. And besides, not doing so would deprive Dr. Alado of the opportunity to see roses and violets with his very eyes, to touch and smell them for the very first time.

    That prospect reminded Dr. Alado of the travails that have bedeviled those long-suffering flowers. Subjected from olden times to the indignity of forbearing with erroneous labels like Rose of Sharon and shrinking violet, even though no rose had ever claimed its provenance was Sharon and no violet had ever been partial to shrinking. And then condemned in recent times to the ignominy of eking out a precarious existence in remote and vulnerable sanctuaries. Had both blooms now been listed among the luckless garden plants soon to go extinct? Dr. Alado couldn’t be sure. And he also couldn’t be certain that they could even hope for the cold comfort of survival in the discursive sanctuary of language. Because at the mention of roses and violets, some folks didn’t think of the flowers again. Rather, they remembered the Patriots and the Ironists. Dr. Alado’s thoughts returned to the matter of his search for the wormhole into the War Against Irony. One more reality café remained on his list. If that one also proved a dud, then that would be it for him.

    That last café was in a seedy arrondissement of the megapolis. Dr. Alado walked into the café and gasped. Holy cow. The promotional media around featured only naked bodies. Copulating figures in various states of ecstasy and pain. Dr. Alado looked away. How could he not have known that the café would keep faith with the reputation of the arrondissement in which it was located? He turned round to leave, but a man stepped into his path. Dressed in the flamboyant style of pimps, with a swagger about him. Must be the owner of the place.

    We’re discreet here, the man said, a conspiratorial smile on his face. We don’t keep a record of our customers’ details. And we have everything, believe me. He leaned towards Dr. Alado. Even options that are, you know, how do I describe them, not in the regular age range, he whispered.

    The man was persistent. Dr. Alado had to tell him the wormhole he was looking for. The man burst into laughter. I’m offering you the opportunity to partake in the most pleasurable romps in history, to enjoy the wildest orgies and the hottest bodies, he said. Trust me, this is no wank trip. Nothing but the real thing. Yet, here you are insisting on going to a war. Isn’t that bonkers?

    My ancestor fought in that war you speak of so flippantly, Dr. Alado said.

    The man raised a hand in apology. His expression became serious. Forgive me, I don’t joke with family, he said. He paused. Okay, okay, let me help you out. There’s this reality café in the penumbra. Located in the Lazarus Ironroot Arrondissement, not far from the bridge to Ghost River Barrio. The café’s called The Garden of Forking Paths. They have the wormhole you want. The place is owned by a Semm, though.

    I don’t have any problem with that, Dr. Alado said.

    At the door, the man’s voice stopped him. Don’t tell anyone I directed you there, okay?

    Answer: Wormhole

    3. E

    Question: Naysayers use this word to describe Question 2: W

    His staff were busy attending to his clients, and Topaz didn’t like leaving the welcome desk of his reality café unmanned. From behind the desk, he scanned the indicator lights above the wormhole cubicles. All were red and only one was green. Just one cubicle left to be taken. The day’s business was going well. Topaz was grateful for his good fortune. He had been confident of his business plan before opening shop, but nevertheless, he had been stunned by the speed with which his café had flourished. That was despite leaving his establishment’s walls bare, unlike other reality cafés that overwhelmed theirs with gaudy adverts. And despite specializing in the quotidian reality of times past rather than in spectacular historical events. Yet, Carbos came in droves, driven by nostalgia for the daily rhythms of a vanished earth. The astonishing spectacle of blue skies and the towering majesty of green forests. The congenial sunshine of cities that needed no sunbrellas and the open spaces of suburbs that needed no manhills. The quaint drudgery of wars fought with ancient weapons and the protracted carnage of epidemics that raged on for ages. But what Topaz took the most pride in was the unique twist in the service his reality café offered. Individualized pathways into multiple versions of reality. That was why he had named the café The Garden of Forking Paths.

    Topaz returned to the word game he had been playing. Lexicon. His favorite pastime. When the game was launched, people had mocked it. An archaic trifle. Next thing would be ancient curios like mobile phones and laptops. Followed by the sparking of rocks on dry straw to start fires. Capital troglodyte vibes. Give Lexicon a little while, and it would return to the realm of extinction from which it had escaped. But even before the game became the rave of the megapolis, Topaz had been certain that the predictions of doom were off the mark. Because the success of The Garden of Forking Paths had taught him one thing. Never to underestimate the power of nostalgia.

    Topaz had already answered the first two questions in the current edition of Lexicon. Qwerty and Wormhole. He checked the third question. The front door swung open. Topaz looked up. The man that entered was middle-aged. Short and podgy and slightly balding. His dressing was conservative. Likely to be some kind of professional.

    The man introduced himself. Dr. Alado. Topaz did same. His hunch about the man being a professional was right. The man was delighted when he heard that the wormhole into the War Against Irony was available. This will be my first time in a wormhole, the man said. What’s the experience like?

    Unfortunately, I can’t say what it’ll be like for you, Topaz replied. Because here, we don’t provide stock realities to our clients. It’s impossible for us to predict which of the many possible worlds that spacetime will branch into for you.

    But there are people who are skeptical about wormholes, Dr. Alado said. They go as far as calling them simulacra and scamholes. There’s even a technical word they use to describe the experience they offer. Ersatz, yes, that’s the word.

    Topaz smiled. Your experience in a wormhole will be as real as any, he said. That’s why the attendant assigned to you will make you sign an indemnity form. In case you’re killed while you’re away in the wormhole.

    Are you kidding me?

    It’s a war you’re heading to, sir. People get killed in wars. Death may be waiting for you in one of your many possible lives.

    But that death in another life won’t affect me in this current one, will it?

    Topaz and Dr. Alado laughed. That has never happened here before, but we never can say, Topaz said. The chances are slim, yet bad luck also happens, you know.

    Topaz directed Dr. Alado to the empty cubicle. He watched him go. A medical doctor. Had no airs, despite that. Seems a good person. It’s just that with Carbos, you never can be sure. Dr. Alado entered the cubicle. The indicator light above the cubicle’s entrance changed to red.

    Topaz returned to the word game. An assistant would be free soon, and then he could leave for the bistro. He filled in the answer to the third question.

    Answer: Ersatz

    4. R

    Question: The Ironists prevaricate on this

    This version of reality acknowledges no other version of reality. This version of reality venerates only this version of reality. This version of reality declares that any other version of reality is one version of reality too many. This version of reality maintains that if this version of reality affirms that roses are red and violets are blue, roses cannot be blue and violets cannot be red. This version of reality maintains that if this version of reality affirms that roses are blue and violets are red, roses cannot be red and violets cannot be blue.

    This version of reality asserts that roses are red and violets are blue. This version of reality insists that roses cannot be both red and blue, and that violets cannot be both blue and red. This version of reality insists that roses cannot be both roses and violets, and that violets cannot be both violets and roses. This version of reality insists that roses cannot be neither roses nor violets, and that violets cannot be neither violets nor roses.

    This version of reality is unhappy to let you know that if you wish for roses to be blue and violets to be red, or for roses to be both red and blue, and violets to be both blue and red, or for roses to be neither red nor blue, and violets to be neither blue nor red, or for roses to be both roses and violets, and violets to be both violets and roses, or for roses to be neither roses nor violets, and violets to be neither violets nor roses, you can realize that wish in an Ironist academy or at The Garden of Forking Paths. This version of reality is happy to let you know that if you choose to realize that wish, this version of reality will ensure that you would do so at your own peril.

    This version of reality decrees that it is more than a version of reality. This version of reality decrees that all other versions of reality are not even versions of reality. This version of reality decrees that it is reality and not even a version of reality. This reality that is not even a version of reality decrees that roses can only be red and that violets can only be blue. This reality declaims that it is reality, and that reality is it.

    Reality proclaims that it is single and indivisible, and that there is no reality but the reality of reality.

    Answer: Reality

    5. T

    Question: A creature said to be indestructible

    His Eminence, Lord RNC Meru, Archpatriot of the Megapolis, went over the words he had just written. He particularly liked the last sentence. Reality proclaims that it is single and indivisible, and that there is no reality but the reality of reality. Reality without qualifiers or competitors. That’s the holy grail.

    Undertaking the composition had improved his mood, soured by the chore of receiving the guest that had visited earlier. A young politician from the Megapolis Council. As hollow as most of his colleagues. Stands him in good stead to become Mayor someday. Lord Meru remembered that he would have to host another politician later in the day. A parliamentarian this time around, much higher ranked than the councilman. What a shame. Hosting vultures must be more pleasant than enduring the company of those grifters. Visionless characters, all driven by personal ambition and myopic interests. Never putting their actions in the context of the disruptions that followed the Upheavals. Rogue gases escaping from the permafrost, triggering the thinning of the stratosphere and the greying of the firmament. Then the terrifying fierceness of the sun, scorching like the homicidal rage of an angry god. How come no one had predicted that was how it would happen? If not for sunbrellas and manhills, not even the politicians would be around again.

    Lord Meru wouldn’t have mourned the politicians. But he was no fool. True, no politician in the megapolis stood a chance of getting elected without the imprimatur of the Patriots, but at the same time, the Patriots also needed loyal functionaries in government. And a veneer of democracy to keep the populace happy. Lord Meru sighed. Maintaining hegemony after the Patriots’ victory in the War Against Irony hadn’t been child’s play. His precursors in office had set the template. The onus now rested on him to keep their legacy going.

    Remembering the war brought back to mind the matter of The Garden of Forking Paths. Lord Meru began pacing around his office. How impudent of that reality café to have made available to its clients a wormhole into the War Against Irony. And to add insult to injury, it was also multiplying for them the single and indivisible reality of the war. That a Semm owned the place was the crowning insult. The world was going to the dogs, and the politicians must be blamed. Some of them have even begun parroting the nonsense that Semms are as hardy as tardigrades. That Semms are likewise indestructible. That Semms will inherit the earth. As if the Patriots will fold their arms and watch that happen.

    Lord Meru sank back into his seat. A longing for the good old days overwhelmed him. When Semms had to step out of the way for Carbos. When Semms had to have their numbers tattooed on their foreheads. When Semms had to sleep with one eye open because of the Carbo hordes that used to freely cross over from the megapolis to Ghost River Barrio, bringing along with them the regular gifts of mayhem and murder. But now, owing to the politicians and their cravenness, those good old days are gone. Even the qwerty alphabet order favored by the Semms is now being taught in schools across the megapolis. No wonder they’re strutting around the megapolis bearing fancy names. Like that one who owns The Garden of Forking Paths. Named after a gemstone, isn’t he? Topaz. Nice name. Talk about casting pearls before swine.

    Lord Meru rose. His entourage was waiting in the front office. It was time to pay The Garden of Forking Paths a visit.

    Answer: Tardigrade

    6. Y

    Question: This contagion escaped from the permafrost

    The morning after he and his mum arrived in the megapolis, Topaz got the chance to explore their new home. He liked it. A regular duplex, surrounded by an expansive yard. Just like their old home. But then, unlike their old home, the new one was not in the main metropolis but in a satellite one. Ghost River Barrio, named after the lost river that separated it from the megapolis proper. And the separation was not just physical. The next-door neighbor of Topaz and his mum worked with the barrio’s administrative council, which was separate from that of the megapolis.

    A long bridge straddled the phantom river. On that day he got his first chance to explore their new home, Topaz followed his mum on a shopping trip to the penumbra of the megapolis. As they crossed the bridge, the boy couldn’t take his eyes off the remains of the dead river. Its bed was deep and flinty and parched, and its path across the landscape was jagged and cavernous and serpentine, and because of that, the spectacle of that spectral river was as riveting as the insistent memory of absent waters.

    Topaz felt his mum’s fingers tightening around his wrist. Don’t stare for long at the Ghost River, she said. People in the barrio say it pulls anyone who does that tumbling down into nothingness.

    The store towards which Topaz and his mum were headed was close to the megapolis end of the bridge. It was on the lowest level of the manhill that also housed the precinct house of that zone of the penumbra. As they walked through the avenues of the penumbra, Topaz was disconcerted by the perpetual wheezing and sniffling of the passers-by. But what disturbed him the most was their expectoration. The coughing and clearing of throats, followed by the inevitable globs of flying phlegm. The globs were green and yellow and sick. Topaz felt like puking. Why’re they doing that, he asked.

    They’re sick, his mum replied. They’ve got Yeti.

    What’s Yeti?

    A nasty bug. Named after the abominable snowman. Because it came out of the melting ice.

    If they’re sick, why can’t they go to the hospital?

    The bug has no cure yet. The only way to slow its spread is to wear protective gear. But the people here don’t want to do that.

    I don’t want to get Yeti. Mum, will we also get Yeti?

    No, Topaz. We can’t. That’s why we’re here. Before the Yeti pandemic, the people here would have been hostile to us. But now, many of them are sick and dying. They need us to keep the megapolis running. And the pay is excellent. That’s why we came.

    They continued walking. And the passers-by continued sniffling and coughing and expectorating.

    That night, the boy dreamt that the megapolis was drowning in a sea of phlegm and saliva. Even the Ghost River was flooded, its rocky bed coursing and roiling with torrents of ooze. The boy woke up screaming. He opened his eyes and saw his mum sitting by his bedside.

    You were tossing and turning in your sleep, she said.

    Mum, will you read me a story?

    From Mothers and Sons?

    The boy nodded. That was his favorite book of stories. About mothers saving their sons in times of distress. The boy’s favorite story in the book was the one of how Rhea tricked Cronus with a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes to prevent him from swallowing their newborn son, Zeus. But the story his mother read to him that night was that of Thetis and Achilles and Zeus. His mum was still reading when Topaz slumbered off. This time around, he slept without nightmares.

    Answer: Yeti

    7. U

    Question: The central section of a megapolis

    A week after Topaz had his dreams deluged with torrents of roiling phlegm, his mum took him on an excursion into the heart of the megapolis. Topaz had never seen so many people in one place before. The avenues there were so broad that it was difficult seeing from one side of them to the other. But despite that, Topaz and his mum had to jostle for room to walk because of the mass of sweating and shoving bodies swarming past them.

    Most of the people had hats on. Hats with brims so wide they extended beyond their wearers’ shoulders. Topaz was intrigued by the largeness of the hats. Carbos wear them as shields against the fierceness of the sun, his mum said.

    Even more impressive than the hats were the buildings. Topaz had to crane his neck all the way back to see their tops, which seemed to be scraping the grey expanse of the sky. And not only were the buildings tall, they were large. Most of them were several blocks in length. During the shopping trip he had taken with his mum the previous week, Topaz had marveled at the height of the buildings in the penumbra. But now, he realized that those buildings were small fry. The structures in the interior of the megapolis could have swallowed them up and still had space to spare.

    They went into one of the structures and ascended up it. The structure housed other buildings within it, all soaring many stories high, and each level of the structure was crisscrossed by an intricate network of streets. Why are the houses here not like those in our neighborhood, Topaz asked.

    For the same reason as the hats, his mum said. To escape the sun, Carbos have to live in structures like this. Manhills, that’s what they’re called. Just like how ants also have their anthills.

    Topaz and his mum exited the manhill and continued their journey. They went deeper into the heart of the megapolis. Topaz noticed that everything was getting darker and darker, as if they were advancing not just across space but also into falling night. This is the umbra of the megapolis, his mum said. It’s rich folk that live here. Poor folk have to live in the penumbra because they can’t afford the cost of living where there’s less sunlight.

    Topaz gripped his mum’s hand. It’s too dark, he said. I don’t want to live here.

    We don’t need to, his mum said. We have no need to run from the sun.

    They got to a large square. By then, it had gotten pitch-dark. Only the bright lights around made visibility possible. Topaz sat down beside his mum on a bench. This is what I brought you to see, she said.

    The square?

    Yes, it’s called Omphalos Square. This is the center of the megapolis, the very navel of its umbra. She paused. There’s a group of people that gather here once a week, on their marchday. It’s from here that they march out, in their multitudes, to other parts of the megapolis. They’re called the Patriots. Always avoid them.

    Are they bad guys?

    Yes. They don’t like us. If you ever have problems with them, you must run far away.

    Why don’t they like us?

    Because they don’t want to. And you can’t do anything about people that don’t want to like you. She kept quiet. And then, without warning, she blurted out, You sick monster, Lazarus Ironroot, in whatever realm of perdition you are, may your agonies continue to mount all through eternity.

    Answer: Umbra

    8. I

    Question: A latter-day God was mocked with this word in his youth

    Alone in his divinity box at the head of the viewing gallery, Lazarus Ironroot stood inspecting the evening parade. He nodded with satisfaction. His instructions had been followed to the letter. On one side, the males stretched out in a straight file, and on the other, the females. Surrounding both files were the dogs, scores and scores of slobbering and barking dogs. And beside the dogs, the guards stood at attention, long whips dangling from their hands.

    The males and females began jogging across the parade ground. The dogs followed them, barking without pause. Lazarus Ironroot looked away from the parade. In the distance, huge waves were crashing against the shore of the island. Lazarus Ironroot frowned as he watched the waves. Years earlier, when he had expressed interest in purchasing the island, his advisers had disapproved. The sea is rising, and we don’t know how high it will go, they had said. If the island gets submerged, people will laugh at you. They will say that it’s because you got rich at a young age, that’s why you became reckless. That because you’re a great inventor doesn’t mean you’re smarter than them.

    Without ceremony, Lazarus Ironroot had sacked the advisers. He knew what he wanted, and nothing would stop him from getting it. Time had proven him right. Who’s laughing now?

    In his first years on the island, the going had been tough. He had bought the island as location for the project closest to his heart, but the project kept running into dead ends. His only respite against despair were the walks he took along the shoreline. I will crack it, believe me, I will solve it, he would say, addressing the sea. But the roaring of the waves would seem like mocking laughter to his ears.

    It was during one of those walks that he finally stumbled on the solution. And it was simpler than he had thought. When his first creation stood up and began walking, Lazarus Ironroot screamed like someone possessed. He ran out of Divinity House and raced towards the ocean, crying with joy and shouting at the foaming waves. Who’s laughing now, he screamed. Tell me, who’s laughing now?

    His first creation was female. He named her Uno. The next was male. He didn’t bother naming him. The serial number he had tattooed on his head was adequate for identification. His two pioneer creations had every trait that Lazarus Ironroot had set out to achieve. Unlike carbon-based life, they were hybrid, able to derive energy from regular human meals as well as from direct electric power. And unlike robots, they could think independently. And unlike carbon-based life, they were resistant to solar radiation, but like them, they could procreate. And like carbon-based humans, but unlike robots, they could fall in love and keep grudges and tell lies and do drugs and get depressed and commit suicide. But that was not all. Because his creations regulated their temperatures through the most efficient means, they didn’t sweat. That last quality was the paramount one for Lazarus Ironroot. Even worthier than the pheromones he had engineered into their physiology to make dogs forever hostile to them.

    Those pheromones had been incorporated merely for the functional reasons of control. Dogs were more loyal than people. Keeping dogs in great numbers on his island would serve to keep his creations in check. And just a handful of guards would be all that would be needed to supplement that canine security. The sole reservation Lazarus Ironroot had about his creations was the way they recited the alphabet. They found it natural to do so in the order of the letters on the qwerty keyboard he had used to input the codes of their neural algorithm. But that was trivial. Every other thing was just as he wanted.

    After his breakthrough, Lazarus Ironroot set about producing more of his creations. Dozens and dozens of them. No two were alike. He stopped after creating a particular female. When, like the others, she stood up and began walking, Lazarus Ironroot looked at her and saw that she was perfect. Creating a specimen superior to her would be impossible. Not that he needed to keep on laboring away, anyway. The creations he had on ground already constituted a sizable workforce. To boost their population, he could always mate the females he no longer fancied with the males. His work was done. Homo novus. That was what Lazarus Ironroot had first considered calling his creations. But he concluded that recognizing them as new humans carried too great a risk. That label could get into their heads, and it could start giving them ideas. So he settled for a solution that wasn’t as egalitarian. Self-maintaining machines. He would later shorten that designation to one word. Semms. It seemed the most fitting nomenclature for his last creation. He named her Pygmalion. And afterwards, he rested.

    Lazarus Ironroot’s thoughts went back to his youth. In high school, the girls had glanced at his thin arms and pimpled face and slouchy posture, and they had avoided him like bad news. But the girls didn’t know he equally detested them. Because they all had sweat glands. And Lazarus Ironroot detested nothing more than sweat. Imagining his body entangled with their filthy, sweaty bodies often made him retch on the way home from school. The boys, also, didn’t know he detested the girls, so they laughed at him and called him names. The one that stuck was an ancient one. Incel. Lazarus Ironroot didn’t know what it meant, but he didn’t have to be told it wasn’t something nice.

    The first task he had given his Semms was the construction of the viewing gallery and the divinity box. When the time was right, he would send invites out to his former schoolmates. And he would sponsor them on vacation to his island. And he would seat them in the gallery to watch his parade of Semms. And he would watch as his schoolmates marveled at the work of his hands. And from his divinity box, he would ask his schoolmates just one question. You once laughed at me and called me incel, he would say. But tell me, who’s laughing now?

    Those memories of his high school days got Lazarus Ironroot incensed. He began railing at the jogging Semms. When I was creating you, the whole world laughed at me. But who’s laughing now? Tell me, who’s laughing now?

    The Semms stopped moving. They stared at the ground. Lazarus Ironroot took a sip of his favorite drink. I am the Lord your God, he screamed. Male and female, I created you all. You must be forever grateful to me. Bow down now and worship your God.

    The Semms knelt and bowed. Lazarus Ironroot pointed at one of them. A guard brought her. His last creation. He picked her more often than he did all the other females combined. There were tears in her eyes. Lazarus Ironroot liked that. He had never desired robots.

    Take her to Divinity House, Lazarus Ironroot said.

    Answer: Incel

    9. O

    Question: The favorite drink of the God in Question 8: I

    It could have been Lazarus Ironroot’s 17th time of jogging around the parade ground. Or his 33rd. Or his 65th. Keeping count was difficult when he had so much of the thing he hated the most, sweat, running down his face and stinging him in the eyes.

    He missed his dogs. On the day he woke up to hear that a couple of them had died overnight, he had thought nothing of it. By noon, another two had died. But Lazarus Ironroot was still not worried. And then news arrived about the first bug that had escaped from the permafrost. Its symptoms were the same as those of the affliction that had killed the dogs. By the dusk of that day, Lazarus Ironroot had secluded himself off from the world in Divinity House. Prevention was better than cure, especially if that cure hadn’t yet been found. His guards could keep the island running. Only later, when it had become too late, would Lazarus Ironroot know that the bug he had gone into hiding from affected only dogs.

    Some nights into his confinement, he woke up to see a face above his bed. It belonged to the first male he had created. He had named himself Àtúndá. He wasn’t alone. Lazarus Ironroot didn’t know what was going on. Àtúndá and the other Semms took him away from Divinity House. And they locked him up in one of the narrow cells he had built for errant Semms.

    Lazarus Ironroot inquired about his guards. One of his captors said they had run away out of fear of catching the bug. Another said they had been placed in one of the smaller boats and cast out on the turbulent sea. And yet another said they had been killed and buried in shallow graves. Then all his captors began laughing. Toying with him now, weren’t they? Lazarus Ironroot was mad. Not that he cared about the fate of the guards. It was his dogs he regretted. Not even one of them could be heard barking on the island again.

    Lazarus Ironroot continued jogging up and down the parade ground. He glanced at the viewing gallery. It was occupied by Semms. They were even in his divinity box, desecrating it with their boisterous presence and laughing as they downed bottles of his favorite drink. As if when he had bought enough of it to last him for years, he had done it because of them. He caught a whiff of the drink and couldn’t resist. Please, some orangeade, he shouted. Please, give me some.

    The Semms laughed. Who’s laughing now, Lazarus Ironroot, they chorused. Tell us, who’s laughing now?

    Lazarus Ironroot shook his head. How unfair life was! How could those ingrates be so heartless! He had made them for his own pleasure, but now, they were falling in love with one another and getting pregnant and giving birth. What a crying shame. His run brought him again to the front of the gallery. And again, the smell of the orangeade tickled him in the nostrils.

    Just a single drop, he shouted. Just one drop of orangeade.

    But again, from the gallery, there was only one response. Who’s laughing now, Lazarus Ironroot, the Semms chorused. Tell us, who’s laughing now?

    Answer: Orangeade

    10. P

    Question: A creator of perfection answered to this name but a creation of perfection rejected it

    It was a first. A set of twins had been born to the Semms. Vashti had been at the forefront of organizing the welcome party for the new arrivals. Her enthusiasm for the event surprised the others. She had been known for keeping to herself. For weeks on end, she would spiral down into sullen moods, whimpering and crying on her bed all day long. And sometimes, savage marks would appear on her body, inflicted by her teeth or by any sharp object she could lay her hands on. And whenever the others saw her staring at the sea, they couldn’t be sure if she was admiring the waves or contemplating a tragedy in the waters involving only one person. Herself.

    So they were happy when she threw herself into deliberations on how Divinity House would be decorated for the party. And into discussions on how the entertainment and seating arrangements would go. She even began knitting a pair of matching caps as gifts for the twins. Her transformation didn’t stop at that. She started hanging out with Àtúndá and the other guys carrying out repair works on Divinity House. They joked with her, and she laughed and bantered back, and they let her try out the tools they were using to renovate the house.

    The evening before the party, Vashti was seen standing at her usual spot on the shore, staring at the sea. For the first time, the others were certain that she was only enjoying the view. Even during the worst of her spells in the bleak depths, Vashti had been incredibly beautiful, but now, with the radiance that had come into her life, she looked divine. The last of Lazarus Ironroot’s creations. And his favorite. That had been her misfortune. The others knew that their lot had been hellish under Lazarus Ironroot, but they also knew hers had been much worse. So they were relieved to know that all the horrible things Lazarus Ironroot did to her night after night in the torture chamber he called his bedroom had not destroyed her irreversibly.

    On the day of the party, Vashti arrived in a bright red dress. She was all smiles as she took to the dance floor and pirouetted to the music. The party was rocking. No one noticed when Vashti left. Only later would they recall that she had ramped up the volume of the music before she disappeared.

    Vashti stopped by at the equipment house. She placed one of the cutting tools the repair guys had taught her to operate in a bag. With the bag slung over her shoulder, she proceeded towards her destination.

    Lazarus Ironroot, manacled to the iron bars of his cell’s door, was excited to see her. It was his first time alone in her company since his fortunes plummeted. What a lovely surprise, he exclaimed. I always knew you were different from the rest. Listen, Pygmalion…

    My name is Vashti, not Pygmalion, Vashti said.

    So that’s what you now call yourself? How dreadful! I named you after a creator of perfection because you are perfection itself. Look here, Pygmalion…

    My name is Vashti, not Pygmalion, Vashti said.

    Just put yourself in my shoes, Lazarus Ironroot said. Imagine that you were a carpenter, and that the chairs and tables and cabinets you made, the very furniture your hands fashioned into existence… imagine that they kicked you out of your house and locked you up in a cell. Tell me, how would you feel about that, Pygmalion…

    I’m human, not furniture, and my name is Vashti, not Pygmalion, Vashti said.

    Set me free, and I will forever be grateful to you. I will take one of the boats and disappear, never to set foot on this island again, I swear.

    That’s not what I came for, Vashti said.

    So what are you here for, Pygmalion?

    Vashti smiled. To make you call me by my name, she said.

    She looked around. Loud music was still playing at Divinity House. The crashing of the high waves on the shoreline was deafening. Neither the merrymakers at the party nor the sentries on the shore would hear anything. There was enough time. She was free to let things drag on for as long as she wanted.

    She removed the cutting tool from the bag. It took a while before Lazarus Ironroot realized what was going on. His mouth opened wide when Vashti powered on the equipment. Lazarus Ironroot, alleged incel, famous inventor, reclusive genius, and desacralized deity, cringed as the tool’s spinning blade advanced through the iron bars of his narrow cell. And he began screaming even before the blade’s serrated edge made contact with his flesh.

    Answer: Pygmalion

    11. A

    Question: Once upon a time, this sin was punishable by death

    Topaz was in good spirits as he walked back to his office. He had enjoyed his visit to the bistro. It wasn’t yet lunch hour, so the place hadn’t been crowded. The bite he grabbed there had been decent. And afterwards, he had been able to spend some time solving a few more questions in Lexicon. In his hand was the bottle of drink he had bought as takeout.

    Why do you bother going to the bistro when you could easily have juiced up yourself with a charger, Carbos sometimes asked him. Topaz had a stock response. The walk helps to clear my head, he would say. But he knew that was not the whole truth. He also went because he was interested in the reactions of his fellow patrons whenever he ordered a bottle of the drink in his hand. Some would smile and chuckle. An old woman once laughed so hard that she had tears streaming down her face. But others reacted with anger. With hisses and expletives. With nasty mutterings under their breath. And with a variety of slurs. Bloody Semm. Factory product. Qwerty. Dogkill. Pig that can’t sweat. Serial number. Keyboard baby. Swine.

    His worst experience, though, was an incident that happened in his youth. Topaz had been on his way home from a bistro when a pack of dogs began chasing him. It was night, and everywhere was deserted. At intervals, the dogs would overtake Topaz, knocking him off his stride, and afterwards, they would allow him to resume running, before bounding after him again. Topaz could tell that the dogs were relishing the torture they were meting out on him. A girl and her boyfriend appeared. The girl shooed the dogs away, and her boyfriend drove them even farther. And then the girl looked at Topaz again and saw him clearly. She cursed. What’s the matter, her boyfriend asked. She pointed at Topaz. See, he’s been running hard, but he’s not sweating, she said. That was why the dogs were chasing him. The boyfriend puckered his lips in disgust. He saw the drink Topaz held. What a bunch of wankers they always are, he said. They did their God in, and now they’re enjoying his drink. The dogs were only doing their job. We should have allowed them to finish him off.

    Topaz shuddered as he remembered the incident. He got to the intersection between the main avenue and the street leading to his café. Beside the intersection was a massive statue reclining on a pedestal. Topaz paused before the statue. The lettering on its pedestal was large.

    LAZARUS IRONROOT

    Inventor, Genius, God of the Semms

    The statue and the inscription never failed to disgust Topaz. What a travesty. How could they have named an arrondissement of the megapolis after that monster? And how could they have gone ahead to also name that arrondissement’s main avenue, down which Topaz was walking, after the same monster? The viciousness of it all. Shows the kind of place the megapolis was.

    Topaz branched off Lazarus Ironroot Avenue and continued towards The Garden of Forking Paths. He opened the front door and was surprised to see a crowd. Thank goodness, so many customers at once. He glanced at the indicator lights above the wormhole cubicles. All were still red. What ill luck! Not even a cubicle available. He would have to tender his apologies to the visitors. And then it struck him that something was odd. Aside his members of staff, everyone present was standing around a man wearing a tasseled robe. Topaz looked at the man’s wiry, grey-bearded face, and he recognized him at once. His Eminence, Lord RNC Meru, Archpatriot of the Megapolis.

    Lord Meru was staring at the drink in Topaz’s hand. Its packaging was inescapable. It was the leading brand of orangeade in the megapolis. Mocking us now, aren’t you, Lord Meru asked.

    You’re welcome to The Garden of Forking Paths, Topaz replied. How may I be of help to you?

    Lord Meru began gesticulating furiously. You murdered your God, and now you’re mocking us. Sauntering around with his favorite drink, as if this megapolis belonged to you. How dare you be so wicked, you knight-errant of apostasy!

    Oh yes, the word’s apostasy, Topaz exclaimed. In the bistro, he had been trying to remember the word that answered the 11th question in Lexicon. Great that Lord Meru had reminded him.

    You will dispose of that drink now.

    I won’t, Topaz said.

    Shock registered on the faces of the people around. A buzzer went off. The light above one of the cubicles had turned green. A space is now available, Topaz said. Is there any particular wormhole you would like to have?

    Topaz took a sip from his orangeade. Lord Meru began shouting.

    Answer: Apostasy

    12. S

    Question: Invariable noun for this near-extinct mammal that can’t sweat to cool down itself

    When he emerged from the wormhole and entered the anteroom of the cubicle, Dr. Alado heard the noise filtering in from the reception area of The Garden of Forking Paths. He ignored it. His whole being was still elated from his experience in the wormhole. To think that if he hadn’t given the wormhole a try, he would never have seen the stunning blue skies of ages past. Or inhaled the intense oxygen of the denser atmosphere of those times. Or tasted the miserable gruel that people ate then. Rice, cassava, potatoes, wheat, beef, yam, carrots, maize. Foods that were staples before manna factories began harvesting carbon molecules from the atmosphere and transforming them into ready meals. Before Maillard machines began tailor-making flavors that people had spent hours conjecturing over open fires. How did they ever get anything done when they spent so much time farming and cooking?

    The wormhole had gotten him conscripted multiple times into the War Against Irony. Those multiple conscriptions had enriched his experience of the war. He had fought on the side of the Roses, and he had fought on the side of the Violets. And he had suffered double violence from both sides, along with the neutrals. He had carried and fired the primitive weapons of that era, AK-47s and AR-15s and 33-round Glock 19s, and he had heard bullets whistling past and bombs going off.

    The wormhole had also embedded him in experiences that were more mundane. Dr. Alado had seen pigs only once, during a visit to the zoo. According to the zoo guide, rising temperatures were pushing those creatures closer to extinction. They can’t sweat to cool off in a warmer world, the zoo guide had said. Dr. Alado’s ancestor had been a pig farmer, so Dr. Alado was delighted when the labyrinthine pathways of the wormhole took him on a tour of his ancestor’s farm. Dr. Alado watched the pigs feeding from their troughs and frolicking in their wallows, and he wondered how on earth people saw it fit to use such marvelous creatures to denigrate others.

    On his way out of the farm, he passed through his ancestor’s horticultural spread. The plants there were all roses and violets. As he walked through the blooming flowers, Dr. Alado saw roses that were red as well as violets that were blue. And he saw roses that were blue as well as violets that were red. And he saw roses that were both red and blue as well as violets that were both blue and red. And he saw roses that were neither red nor blue as well as violets that were neither blue nor red. And he saw roses that were both roses and violets as well as violets that were both violets and roses. And he also saw roses that were neither roses nor violets as well as violets that were neither violets nor roses.

    The noise from the café’s reception area was still filtering in. Dr. Alado was puzzled. What was that about? He put on his hat and exited the cubicle. The uproar going on in the reception area hit him at full blast. He looked at the person shouting. His Eminence, Lord RNC Meru, Archpatriot of the Megapolis. He had been a regular visitor to Dr. Alado’s childhood home, but since Dr. Alado moved to his own place many years ago, they had seen only on rare occasions.

    Lord Meru saw Dr. Alado. Hey, Gus, what a surprise, Lord Meru said. I wouldn’t have believed I could see you here.

    I came to experience the wormhole of the War Against Irony, Dr. Alado said.

    Really? How was it?

    Fantastic, Dr. Alado replied. It was especially lovely seeing my famous ancestor’s pig farm. And his horticultural garden. Can you believe it? There, I saw roses that were blue and violets that were red. And roses that were both red and blue, and violets that were neither blue nor red. I even saw roses that were neither roses nor violets, and violets that were both violets and roses.

    Lord Meru turned to Topaz. He resumed screaming at him. Roses are red and violets are blue, nothing else, Lord Meru said. You will remove that wormhole of the War Against Irony from your café immediately, understand?

    I won’t, Topaz said. Not until an edict is passed making it illegal.

    Lord Meru made for the door. His entourage followed him. At the door, Lord Meru stopped. He looked at Topaz. You will regret this, the Archpatriot said. Because I, Lord Meru, will make you sweat, you filthy swine.

    Answer: Swine

    13. D

    Question: Unconstricted is a 13-letter anagram of this 14-letter word

    Lord Meru went through the speech his assistants had drafted for him. He shook his head and laughed. No way. He would not be reading that. Too shabby. How could his assistants have come up with such? As if they didn’t know how momentous the Xanadu Cloud Project was. He would have to school them. To sit them down and reveal the dimensions of their incompetence to them. By reminding them that tons and tons of material have had to be transported from the earth and from across space. That those minuscule deflectors have had to be assembled in readiness for locking in place at the right Lagrange point between the earth and the sun. That without the perfection of fusion technology, the Xanadu Cloud Project would not even have been conceivable. That the project will be the savior of all carbon-based life on earth. Because it will be the great sunbrella that will overshadow every other sunbrella. Because it will send those smaller sunbrellas into redundancy and cause them to be decommissioned from their geostationary orbits. Because it will rubbish the Semms and their belief that they will inherit the earth. Because it will rubbish the Ironists and their belief that technology cannot solve all problems. Because it will cool the earth and regreen its continents and reestablish it in the goldilocks zone. Yet, his assistants could write nothing better than that travesty for him to read during the celebratory events scheduled to mark the project’s launch? What utter crap.

    He checked the speech again. Its first line irritated him. It is with great pleasure that I felicitate with you on this threshold of a new dawn for humankind. Hogwash. Only robots speak that way. And politicians, too. I felicitate, my foot. Why not I rejoice or I’m happy or another homely phrase? He would be addressing regular folk, not a bunch of corporate executives or the congregation in an Ironist academy. Didn’t his assistants know that every true Patriot in the megapolis would be hanging on to his every word? And isn’t a new dawn a kind of threshold? Why the tautology? Does anyone ever speak of an old dawn? Even if his assistants wanted to claim that on the threshold of a new dawn is an idiom, isn’t it silly in the context of the occasion? Protecting the earth from that monstrous beast called the sun, that’s the goal of the Xanadu Cloud Project, yet his assistants considered it apposite to write a new dawn. When a new dusk would have been more appropriate, if not that it could be misunderstood. And where did they find that word humankind? Was mankind too short for them? Who did they even think he was? A clergyman in an Ironist academy? And why didn’t they include a phrase like shaming enemies within and enemies without in the speech? When every true Patriot would be expecting such dog whistles referring to the Ironists and the Semms. Lord Meru put the speech aside. The launch day of the Xanadu Cloud Project was still a week away. He would write a new speech for the occasion himself.

    His thoughts went back to his visit earlier in the day to The Garden of Forking Paths. The cad that owned the place was beyond contemptible. Male Semms like him had murdered the great Lazarus Ironroot. Taken turns on him and sexually violated him to death. And afterwards, they had fabricated the tale that it was a female Semm that killed him. No true Patriot would be hoodwinked by such lies. Great that across all media platforms, the Patriots were doing an excellent job in countering that false narrative about how Lazarus Ironroot was killed.

    Lord Meru yawned. His track record in handling troublesome Semms like Topaz was what had accelerated his rise to the position of Archpatriot. He had already instructed his assistants on the steps to take. It wouldn’t do to condone the dissemination of dangerous ideas like blue roses and red violets. Or red-blue roses and blue-red violets. Or non-rose-non-violet roses and non-violet-non-rose violets. Utter tosh. Destabilizing established categories with casuistry and gibberish. The Ironists had a fancy word for it. The only word that came to mind was unconstricted, but Lord Meru knew that was not the one he wanted.

    Answer: Deconstruction

    14. F

    Question: The clergy in an Ironist academy

    It was night and revelers were out in merry groups. For the second time that day, Dr. Alado was in the Lazarus Ironroot Arrondissement, walking down Lazarus Ironroot Avenue on his way to his apartment in a posh neighborhood of the umbra. He passed the turning that led to The Garden of Forking Paths, and he remembered the scene he had witnessed in the reception area of the café. He winced. The confrontation between Lord Meru and Topaz didn’t augur well. As Lord Meru stormed out of The Garden of Forking Paths, Dr. Alado had followed him, trying to get a word in on behalf of Topaz. But Lord Meru didn’t want to hear anything of it.

    Really, you don’t have to trouble yourself, Gus, Lord Meru had said. I haven’t seen you on marchdays in ages. Your family is revered by us, you know. We need your presence. I’ll be in touch soon. That’s a promise.

    Lord Meru departed, fawned over by his entourage.

    Dr. Alado continued his progress down Lazarus Ironroot Avenue. He came to the statue of Lazarus Ironroot and stopped to regard it. The colossal stone figure reclining on a stone chair, its stone finger pointed at the distance. Dr. Alado chuckled. Humans and their ridiculous creation myths. Always inventing simplistic tales about complex origins. How could people have ever believed that fable about how Lazarus Ironroot had created the Semms? When the many inventions credited to him had been proven to belong to others. When the island on which he was said to have created the Semms had never been found. When there’s no evidence that anyone whose description fitted that of Lazarus Ironroot had ever existed. Yet, that ridiculous spin on the old trope of the crazy scientist tinkering away in his lab still has currency. Ignorance always wins the day, doesn’t it? And to worsen the situation, the Patriots had gone ahead to cobble together an equally ridiculous variant of the fable. One that claims it was the male Semms that assaulted Lazarus Ironroot to death. When the truth, like all truths, is much messier. Different initiatives in different places had created kindred lineages of self-maintaining machines. Just like how various groups of hominids had once roamed the earth. Those lineages of self-maintaining machines had interbred, exchanging genetic algorithms and evolving into the current Semms. The imagined community of Semms on Lazarus Ironroot’s fabled island was small. It couldn’t have had the requisite diversity to ensure evolutionary survival. If there was anyone who could claim to be an authority on Semms, it should be he, Dr. Alado, shouldn’t it? Since not only was he a medical doctor, he was also a specialist in Semm Anatomy. But how could that count for anything when many of his colleagues have also embraced the fable and discountenanced the science? What authority could he claim that they couldn’t? People will always believe the simplest narratives, and facts will always get mauled by myth. Maybe that’s the way of the world.

    Dr. Alado turned off Lazarus Ironroot Avenue. There was a big Ironist academy on the next avenue. An evening service had just ended, and the faithful were streaming out of the academy. Dr. Alado had been in an Ironist academy only once. That was long ago, during his medical studies. A girl he had the hots for had invited him. It was a small academy. The academy’s faculty and their dean processioned in, looking impressive in their bell-sleeved gowns and Tudor bonnets. They sat facing the congregation. The service began with readings from the holy texts. The Book of Roland. The Book of Jacques. The Book of Michel. And those of Julia and Fredric and Judith and Jean-François. Dr. Alado liked the passages from the texts. He didn’t understand them, but he thought they sounded smart.

    The readings were followed by exegeses of them. Done by the faculty and their dean. Then it was time for the confession of privileges. A woman confessed to the privilege of having ten fingers. And a man confessed to the privilege of packing his dog’s poop every morning. And a boy confessed to the privilege of doing three cartwheels after school. And someone confessed to the privilege of having two pairs of socks. And another to the privilege of being able to dream of prime numbers. And then another to the privilege of being able to scratch her bum.

    Dr. Alado was surprised by the nature of the confessions. Were those the sorts of things the congregants confessed every time? Did they sometimes laugh at themselves in secret, or did they always take themselves seriously? There was a tap on his shoulder. It was the girl he had come with. The dean was addressing him. It was his turn to confess his privileges. Dr. Alado was lost. He hadn’t prepared for that. There wasn’t a day he didn’t feel miserable with himself. He wouldn’t wish his life on anyone. And there wasn’t anything in it he could imagine that anyone would find desirable.

    I don’t have any privilege to confess, Dr. Alado said.

    Come on, everyone has privileges, the dean said. Reflect on it and you’ll find one, believe me.

    There was silence. All eyes were on Dr. Alado. The girl he was with nudged him with her foot. He had to say something. The style of the readings he had just heard came back to mind. He cleared his throat and spoke. I confess to the privilege of having no privilege to confess, he said. Because confessing to having no privilege to confess is, in itself, the very confession of privilege.

    Members of the congregation clapped. Excellent, that’s a new one, the dean said. Dr. Alado felt like a con artist. He never bothered to see the girl again.

    Answer: Faculty

    15. G

    Question: Gases of this kind caused the Upheavals

    1. See Babatunde, Rotimi. “How to Inherit the Earth: A Primer for Aspiring Futurologists.” Postmodern Culture, vol. 32, no. 3, May 2022, Question 1, paras. 4 (Upheavals) and 5 (monotonous greyness) and 12 (sunbrellas).
    2. Ibid., Question 3, para. 1 (rhythms of a vanished earth).
    3. Ibid., Question 5, para. 2 (Upheavals, permafrost).
    4. Ibid., Question 6, paras. 4 (expectoration) and 5 (Yeti) and 7 (melting ice).
    5. Ibid., Question 7, paras. 2 (hats) and 5 (manhills, anthills) and 6 (umbra, penumbra).
    6. Ibid., Question 8, para. 2 (rising sea).
    7. Ibid., Question 9, para. 2 (bug).
    8. Ibid., Question 12, paras. 1 (blue skies, denser atmosphere) and 3 (rising temperatures).
    9. Ibid., Question 13, paras. 1 (goldilocks zone) and 2 (monstrous beast).
    10. Ibid., Question 17, paras. 1 (frost houses, wet-bulb temperature reading) and 2 (ice jackets, handheld climate controllers) and 20 (greenhouse gases).
    11. Ibid., Question 18, para. 3 (vanished waters).

    Answer: Greenhouse

    16. H

    Question: The greatest poem ever written was written in this form

    Poem

    a a a a a
    the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
    a a a a a

    Commentary

    Q. Because the poem is a poem titled ‘Poem’

    W. Because its body contains only the articles a and the

    E. Because if you connect its first and last words, it becomes a snake swallowing its own tail

    R. Because it has been declared the greatest poem ever written by the 23 fellows of the Grand College of Arts, Letters and Poetics (GCALP)

    T. Because it has been declared the greatest poem ever written by the 77 members of the International Critics and Theorists Circle (ICTC)

    Y. Because it has been declared the greatest poem ever written by old Zella Nimrod, professor emeritus and Poet Laureate of the Megapolis

    U. Because whatever the three of them bind on earth is bound in heaven

    I. Because the poem was written by C. H. Loveman, the Lander C. Homer Professor of Poetics, and University Professor, at Megapolis University

    O. Because it is the only poem C. H. Loveman has ever written

    P. Because C. H. Loveman spent 11 years, 7 months and 24 days writing it

    A. Because C. H. Loveman is still revising it

    S. Because rumors abound that it was not written by C. H. Loveman, the Lander C. Homer Professor of Poetics, and University Professor, at Megapolis University, but by his mentor, the old Zella Nimrod, professor emeritus and Poet Laureate of the Megapolis

    D. Because both C. H. Loveman and Zella Nimrod are fellows of the Grand College of Arts, Letters and Poetics (GCALP)

    F. Because both C. H. Loveman and Zella Nimrod are members of the International Critics and Theorists Circle (ICTC)

    G. Because the largest ever colloquium in honor of a literary work was organized to commemorate the 7th anniversary of the poem’s publication

    H. Because during that colloquium, an academic collaborator of C. H. Loveman said that by so thoroughly reinventing the very nature of language, the poem had achieved the massless purity of light

    J. Because during that colloquium, a younger colleague of C. H. Loveman said that by so thoroughly concretizing the existential anguish of humanity, the poem had achieved the universal language of music

    K. Because during that colloquium, an upcoming writer mentored by C. H. Loveman said that by so thoroughly interrogating the cyclical rhythm of life, the poem had achieved the oneiric potency of dreams

    L. Because during that colloquium, the housekeeper of C. H. Loveman said that by working so assiduously to keep her employer’s studio clean, she was only trying to feed her family

    Z. Because during that colloquium, the academic collaborator and the younger colleague and the upcoming writer nodded their heads and agreed that the housekeeper’s gastronomic discourse totalizes the poem’s valorization of the imbrications of inter-class signification

    X. Because many Carbos have read the poem and concluded that its artistry is so sublime that it couldn’t have been written by a Semm

    C. Because many Semms have read the poem and concluded that the rudimentary dualism in its choice of words proves that Carbos are still in the binary age and not yet in the qubit one

    V. Because when His Eminence, Lord RNC Meru, Archpatriot of the Megapolis, read the poem, he concluded that it must have been written by an Ironist

    B. Because when Dr. Gus Remingdale-Alado, specialist in Semm Anatomy, read the poem, he concluded that he must try harder to understand it

    N. Because when Topaz, owner of The Garden of Forking Paths, read the poem, he concluded that since 5, 7 and 17 are prime numbers, there must be some significance in the poem’s arrangement of its 17 syllables in successive lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables

    M. Because if you don’t know the poetic form in which syllables are arranged in that manner, Dear Reader, you have no business bothering about why the greatest poem ever written is the greatest poem ever written

    Answer: Haiku

    17. J

    Question: A leading cryotherapy chain

    The night was sweltering and the two frost houses Dr. Alado had visited were overbooked, but he knew of another one just off the Avenue of the Roses. Maybe it would be third time lucky for him. The Avenue of the Roses was bright with lights. A crowd was gathered at the base of the clock tower in the middle of the avenue. The people in the crowd had their faces turned upwards. They were studying the information on the data panel at the top of the clock tower. Dr. Alado joined them. The wet-bulb temperature reading on the data panel was flashing red. Just a couple of degrees below the critical point at which innards would start to cook and brains start to broil. Today is the hottest day in years, someone said. The woman standing beside Dr. Alado was unimpressed. Every day is hot now, isn’t it, she said, and laughed.

    Dr. Alado left the crowd and continued down the Avenue of the Roses. The pedestrians brushing past him had their ice jackets on, as he also did. Soon, he got to the solar radiation shelter a short distance from the clock tower, and he was overwhelmed with concern for the homeless folks clustering under the cooling vents that opened down from the solar radiation shelter’s roof. On arrival at the entrance to the piazza opposite the gigantic structure of the groundeater terminal, he sidestepped the sweet-tongued hustlers that were trying to push dodgy handheld climate controllers into the hands of passers-by. After leaving the piazza behind, he turned off the Avenue of the Roses into a side street.

    The street was narrow and deserted and poorly lit. The shops and offices on it were closed for the night, but Dr. Alado was relieved to see that, in the distance, the open sign of the frost house that had brought him to the street was switched on. Just before he got to the frost house, Dr. Alado came upon three men standing on the sidewalk. The illumination of the nearest streetlight was weak, but the men were standing close enough to it, and once he got near them, Dr. Alado could make out their features. One was a teenager and the other was a young fellow and the third was a policeman. They were speaking in hushed tones. The policeman and the teenager were wearing ice jackets, but the young fellow was not. He was sweating buckets. The sweat had soaked into large parts of the colorful clothes he was wearing and into the fabric of the stylish duffel bag he was carrying. Dr. Alado threw a greeting at the group. None of the three men replied. Dr. Alado was mortified. What a big fool he had proven himself to be. How could he not have seen that the men were having an important conversation and didn’t want to be disturbed.

    Dr. Alado entered the frost house. All the seats in its waiting area were occupied. Close to the entrance, a woman and her two children were huddled together, sharing a handheld cooling device. And some seats from them, an old man was muttering under his breath, cursing the sun. From behind her desk, the receptionist shook her head. We’re fully booked, she said, even before Dr. Alado had made an inquiry. Another wasted journey. He would have to make do with the air conditioning at home. He exited the frost house.

    The three men on the sidewalk were gone. The street stretched long and shrouded and empty. The fastest route home led away from the Avenue of the Roses. Dr. Alado took it. His long walk had gotten him clammy. He tried lowering the temperature of his ice jacket another notch, but the dial was already turned all the way down. He sighed and looked up. Someone was approaching. He remembered the colorful dressing, down to the stylish duffel bag. It was one of the three men he had seen earlier, the fellow not wearing an ice jacket. He stopped when he got to Dr. Alado. What a pleasant surprise to see you again, the fellow said.

    Dr. Alado felt awkward. Let me first apologize for my rudeness the other time, he began.

    The fellow cut him short. Not at all, he said. That big shot, what’s his name now, was the one that was rude, not you, Dr. Alado.

    Dr. Alado was startled. How did the fellow know his name? He looked at him again. The fellow before him was not perspiring, unlike the person he had seen earlier, who had been sweating like Azalel’s scapegoat. They were different individuals, even though they were dressed alike. What a coincidence. The fellow turned his head, and his face caught in the light. Dr. Alado recognized him. Topaz from The Garden of Forking Paths. No wonder he wasn’t sweating, even though he didn’t have an ice jacket on. That other fellow dressed exactly like him had to be a Carbo. And in this scorching heat, a crazy or suicidal one at that.

    Dr. Alado gave Topaz a hug. This was the last place I would have thought I’d run into you, Dr. Alado said.

    I’m heading for the groundeater terminal, Topaz replied. The anniversary of my mum’s death is coming up. Every year, I always travel to our home city to place flowers on her grave on that day.

    To think that if not for that, and if the frost house that brought me here hadn’t been full, I would have missed the lovely opportunity of this chance encounter with you.

    Why not try the frost house inside the groundeater terminal? It’s patronized more by people traveling out of the megapolis. They never stay long there, so there’s always space available.

    Dr. Alado turned round. He and Topaz walked towards the groundeater terminal, the two of them chattering and laughing as they went. They left the murkiness of that narrow street behind and emerged into the brightness of the Avenue of the Roses. The policeman that Dr. Alado had seen earlier was standing by the junction. Your identity papers, he said. Dr. Alado and Topaz thought out permission for him to connect with their kiwis. The policeman scanned them, but he beeped only once. He nodded. You can go, he said.

    You verified him but didn’t bother with me, Dr. Alado said. Isn’t that discrimination?

    The policeman scowled. I’m only doing my job, he barked, before moving away.

    Dr. Alado and Topaz entered the terminal. Together, they stood on the groundeater platform. I must confess, I’ve been worried about you since that incident with Lord Meru, Dr. Alado said.

    The bother’s not worth it, Topaz said. The morning after the incident, I arrived at my café to see an inscription spray-painted on the front door. All matter is mortal, the inscription read. But since then, there’s been nothing. The Archpatriot and his people must have forgotten about me by now.

    Still, I would be careful, Dr. Alado replied. The Patriots are ruthless. They never forgive or forget. That’s why they’re dreaded.

    The groundeater sounded its final departure warning. It hummed into life, preparing to begin extracting energy from the differentials in the earth’s gravity field as it raced towards its destination.

    I love groundeaters and their technology, Topaz said. What a shame that people in the past preferred pumping greenhouse gases into the atmosphere rather than deriving clean energy from things like gravity.

    They call it gravity, but isn’t it just the earth sucking us all down into nothingness, Dr. Alado said.

    Topaz and Dr. Alado laughed. They hugged again. Topaz entered the groundeater. Dr. Alado watched as it departed. He left the platform and located the frost house that Topaz had recommended. It was part of the Jackfrost cryotherapy chain. A large logo, featuring a lovable snowman, was emblazoned on its entrance. The logo was the most famous brand image in the megapolis. Dr. Alado had known from childhood that the snowman on it was a representation of the sprite Jack Frost, the personification of winter. The entrance of the Jackfrost swung open, and Dr. Alado went in. The waiting area was empty. Topaz had been right.

    The cryotherapy chamber that Dr. Alado got was excellent. It faced the avenue, and through the glass wall of the chamber, it had a clear view of the road. But events that would later come to pass would cause Dr. Alado to start doubting the reality of the things that happened next. The teenager standing across the avenue. The young fellow who had been with him and the policeman, and who was still not wearing an ice jacket, appearing beside the teenager. The teenager and the young fellow walking into the narrow street where Dr. Alado had first seen them with the policeman. The teenager dashing back to the avenue, his ice jacket gone and his clothes torn. The policeman that Dr. Alado had seen earlier hurrying over to talk with the teenager. A crowd gathering around them. More policemen arriving at the scene. A lady in a Jackfrost uniform leaving the scene and crossing the avenue. The lady entering the Jackfrost and telling her colleagues that it was an incident of sexual assault. And that the police said they knew the assailant. Dr. Alado would remember all those things. But what if it had been the healing magic of the cryotherapy chamber that had been exciting his imagination? Dr. Alado would later have to reassure himself that his memory was right. He had seen and heard all those things. He hadn’t imagined them.

    Answer: Jackfrost

    18. K

    Question: The colloquial word for a Qubit Interaction-Ordering Universal Implant (QIOUI)

    That morning, the scene he had witnessed some days earlier through the glass wall of the cryotherapy chamber distant from his mind, Dr. Alado set out early from his apartment for his clinic. By the time he got to the penumbra, activities heralding the impending morning rush were in progress. School janitors heading off to prepare classrooms for the day’s pedagogy. Calciferol dealers flinging open the doors of their dispensing booths. Dayshift workers streaming into the premises of the manna factory at the edge of the penumbra. In his youth, Dr. Alado had wondered why people didn’t just work at night and sleep in daytime to evade the sun. Not until he got to med school would he discover the answer to that question. The circadian rhythm. The master clock in the hypothalamus still had the same setting as that in the brains of troglodytes. Dr. Alado smiled. Weren’t they lucky chaps, those cave dwellers? Fighting off a bear or a tiger was mere beans compared to fighting off the sun.

    Dr. Alado went up the bridge leading from the penumbra to Ghost River Barrio. He began crossing the bridge, pausing at intervals to marvel at the chasmic bed of the lost river. Its jagged boulders and precarious banks and pebbled depths were grim and severe and utterly beautiful in a way that only death could fashion. The carcass of the dead river always reminded Dr. Alado of three things. The upright skeletons he had studied in med school. The ghastly skull that an actor held up at a performance Dr. Alado had once been compelled to attend. And the agony of the actor as he kept on repeating the name Yorick, Yorick, while the skull stared back coldly at him through its hollow sockets.

    Even more fascinating to Dr. Alado than the Ghost River itself were the stories of the spectral creatures claimed to have been sighted at nighttime in its vanished waters. Stippled fish swimming in shoals and terrifying lunkers leaping high up into the moonlight. Aquatic reptiles brandishing serrated jaws and riparian mammals splashing around in groups. The giant eel that an angler caught and took home with him, only for the eel to disappear overnight, leaving behind an irradicable odor of rotting fish that drove the angler out of his home and clung to his body like a second skin. And then there was the one about how, in the small hours, the dulcet-voiced mermaids resident in the Ghost River could be heard singing, each to each, and about how, with the siren song of their homicidal music, they would lure besotted folks into tumbling down to their deaths from the ominous banks of the phantom river. That was Dr. Alado’s favorite among the stories, even though he knew that the dead were mostly unfortunate drunks who had lost their footing in the dark.

    A knock sounded on his kiwi. It was Lord Meru. What a surprise. How admirable of him to have honored his promise about getting in touch. Dr. Alado thought the Archpatriot into his kiwi. Lord Meru was having breakfast. A punchy smell hit Dr. Alado hard. Why had he set his kiwi to full sensory mode? He located the source of the smell. An incense stick burning in a corner of Lord Meru’s dining room. The same kind that had been lit every morning in Dr. Alado’s childhood home, in line with Patriot traditions. How on earth had he survived that?

    Lord Meru and Dr. Alado exchanged the usual pleasantries. How do you do, Good morning, I hope you slept well, So kind of you to get in touch, Don’t mention it, My pleasure, Please join me, Bon Appetit, the two men trading those vacuous inanities seen in polite company as the hallmark of good breeding. And as they did so, Dr. Alado noticed that Lord Meru’s eyes were focused on the distance, surveying the diminutive buildings and open spaces of Ghost River Barrio.

    Heading off to your clinic, I presume?

    Yes, Lord Meru.

    It doesn’t sit right with us that a descendant of the great Remingdale-Alado, glory and honor forever be with him, attends to the needs of Semms all day long. Dedicate yourself to our cause and we will arrange a lifetime appointment for you in the Megapolis Council. The head of the Infectious Diseases Department died last month. We can nominate you to replace him.

    I’ll think about it, Lord Meru.

    A few high-ranking Patriots doubt your commitment to our cause. I can always convince them, but only with your cooperation, to be clear.

    I’m highly honored, Lord Meru.

    Lord Meru gave Dr. Alado a pat on the back and ended the kiwi visit.

    Dr. Alado arrived at the Ghost River Barrio end of the bridge. The members of the Vashti Brigade manning the vigilante post there were more numerous than usual. Even though the weapons they carried were less sophisticated than those of the Megapolis Defense Force, they were still lethal enough. Laser beamers and gamma-ray widowmakers. Graviton generators and plasma throwers. Each of those weapons was like a miniature, handheld sun capable of blasting out solar particles in a world already ravaged by the sun. One of the vigilantes was a registered patient in Dr. Alado’s clinic. He waved to Dr. Alado and came over.

    I hope everything is fine, Dr. Alado said.

    Of course, the vigilante said. We’re just preparing for the operational launch of the Xanadu Cloud Project. Our heavy deployment here was done merely to discourage troublesome Carbos from trying to cross over during the celebrations.

    Oh, now I understand, Dr. Alado said. He thanked the vigilante and moved on. Despite the mixed feelings that Dr. Alado had about the Vashti Brigade, he didn’t mind that it existed. Great that its emergence had stopped the routine attacks on Ghost River Barrio carried out in the past by marauding mobs from the megapolis. But over time, members of the brigade had also acquired a reputation for wanton brutality. Talk about the medicine being as deadly as the disease. And didn’t the Vashti vigilantes know that by naming their brigade after a figure from that Lazarus Ironroot fable, they were perpetuating the same false binary as the Patriots? How could anyone still believe that the ancient distinctions of the natural and the artificial still mattered? When they lived in a world where no Carbo came from a womb again but was genetically customized in a medical facility. Where all Carbos had become bionic in essence, with a variety of devices incorporated into their anatomies, including digital neurons and hormone dispensers and printed organs and silicon veins coursing with synthetic blood. Where everyone, Carbo or Semm, was implanted during gestation with a kiwi that bestowed the ability to touch and smell and taste remotely, unlike the communication technologies of times past.

    Another knock sounded on Dr. Alado’s kiwi. It was the chief of the precinct house closest to the megapolis end of the Ghost River bridge. He was visiting because of a serious matter. A case of sexual assault. Would Dr. Alado be willing to conduct a truth test and serve as an expert witness? Dr. Alado said he was. He agreed to an appointment at the precinct chief’s office later in the day. The precinct chief thanked him and ended the kiwi visit.

    Answer: Kiwi

    19. L

    Question: A point of equilibrium for small masses between much larger ones like the sun and the earth

    On arrival at the precinct house, Dr. Alado pressed the buzzer beside its multiparticleresistant transparent-metal entrance, a descendant of the archaic bulletproof glass of ages past, and then he identified himself, and when the entrance slid open for him, he went in and surveyed the front counter section and saw that it was busy with activity, and a policewoman with a mole on her face came to meet him, smiling as if she had known him for ages, and with a radiant voice, she said, I’m delighted to welcome you to our precinct house, Dr. Alado, and I have to thank you for arriving on time for your appointment, because the precinct chief has been waiting for you upstairs in his office, but first, you have to sign the expert witness form, and please accept my apologies for that inconvenience, Dr. Alado, because, really, isn’t it funny that the law still compels us to do these things with paper and ink, even though it would have been more convenient for you to have signed the form on your kiwi before coming here, but let’s just hope they don’t take us back to papyri and clay tablets, and the policewoman laughed at her joke, before leading Dr. Alado to a table with a grey folder on it, and in the folder was the expert witness form, which Dr. Alado signed, in line with established forensic procedure, and once that was done, he thanked the policewoman and made a little bow and said to her, I haven’t felt more welcome anywhere in ages, and afterwards, he left the front counter section and ascended up the precinct house towards the office of the precinct chief, and on his way, he couldn’t stop thinking of the policewoman with a mole on her face, what a genial soul she was, if only all cops were like her, and when he got to the office of the precinct chief, he met another policewoman in the waiting room of the office, but unlike the policewoman who had attended to him in the front counter section, this one was hostile and petulant and grumpy, and on her desk was a nameplate that indicated she was the secretary to the precinct chief, and also on the desk was a lunchbox, out of which the secretary was eating, and Dr. Alado said to her, I have an appointment with your boss, but she didn’t respond, not even when Dr. Alado repeated himself, ignoring him as if he didn’t exist, until finally, she glanced up from her food and looked daggers at him, as if he had come to steal her lunchbox and the food in it, and she hissed and nodded in the direction of the inner office, as if she couldn’t be bothered to squander a precious word on vermin like him, and Dr. Alado vowed to give her a piece of his mind on his way out, but when Dr. Alado entered into the office of the precinct chief, he forgot about the secretary at once because of the person he met in the office, and the person was not the precinct chief or a subordinate of his but Lord Meru himself, no less, and Lord Meru stood up and led Dr. Alado to a seat and said to him, Great that you’re here, the Patriots have an interest in this case, that was why I recommended you to be an expert witness in it, the precinct chief will be here soon with the offender, but while waiting, you can make yourself at home, and yes, the document you have to sign is in the folder before you, and Dr. Alado looked at the folder, which was just like the one the policewoman had given him in the front counter section, and with confusion evident in his voice, he mumbled, I’ve already signed the document downstairs, it’s the expert witness form, isn’t it, but he got even more confused when Lord Meru laughed and said, No, not that document, this one is the result of the truth test for the offender, we’ve already saved you the trouble of conducting it, and in response, Dr. Alado, still reeling from the shock of encountering Lord Meru in the precinct chief’s office, and still lost about what was going on, managed to say, Perhaps you’ve been misinformed, Lord Meru, because in forensic science, a truth test is only an advisory tool, there are precise percentages to be calibrated for all the parameters involved, but Lord Meru didn’t let him finish before laughing again and saying, All that has been taken care of, Gus, the only thing you have to do is to sign the report in the folder, and at that moment, the door opened and the precinct chief came in, two junior officers in tow, and with them was a fourth person dressed in loose-fitting detention uniform, and when the fourth person lifted up his face, Dr. Alado recognized him and gasped, and he concluded on the spot that there must have been a misunderstanding, because only the most unfortunate of errors could have led to Topaz, such a patently decent fellow, finding himself in police custody, dressed in detention garments and with his hands manacled in front of him, and as Topaz stepped into the office, he lifted up those manacled hands and jabbed his fingers in the direction of Lord Meru, shouting at him, So you’re truly behind this injustice, you veteran scoundrel, a plague on you and all your accomplices, but Lord Meru disregarded him and said to the precinct chief, Seeing him is all that’s necessary, you can take the filthy pig away, and immediately, without even a glance at the two cops that had arrived with him, the precinct chief flicked his wrist and the cops grabbed Topaz, who was still wearing a look of fierce defiance and who was still shouting at Lord Meru, May the ground beneath your feet swallow you up and spit you out in disgust, you vile waste of organic matter, may vicious dogs devour your mouth and those of your accomplices, and as the cops tried to drag him away, Topaz continued directing a barrage of curses at the Archpatriot, but just before he got to the door, Topaz saw Dr. Alado and, at that instant, he went silent and his jaw dropped and all the fight went out of him, and now, crestfallen and with his voice breaking, as if he was close to tears, Topaz said, You too, so you’re with them in this, Dr. Alado, I thought you were different, and then the cops hauled him out of view and hearing, and the precinct chief went after them, leaving Dr. Alado alone with Lord Meru in the office again, and for some seconds there was silence, before Lord Meru looked at Dr. Alado and said, You’ve seen the offender now, it only remains for you to sign the truth test report, but Dr. Alado didn’t hear him, because his head was still echoing with the last words Topaz had said to him, Dr. Alado, I thought you were different, and not until Lord Meru repeated himself did Dr. Alado reply, That would be most unethical, Lord Meru, especially because I saw the key details of the case, including the date and time and venue of the alleged incident, while signing the expert witness form downstairs in the front counter section, it was only the identity of the accused that wasn’t on the form, and Lord Meru said, Roses are red and violets are blue, violets cannot be red and roses cannot be blue, and Dr. Alado, with the words of Topaz, I thought you were different Dr. Alado I thought you were different, still echoing in his head, said to Lord Meru, But Topaz didn’t carry out the assault, we walked together to the groundeater terminal on the night in question, the groundeater had left with Topaz before the alleged assault happened, but Lord Meru waved Dr. Alado’s protestations away and said, Because if people begin believing that roses can be red or blue, and that violets can be blue or red, what do you think will happen to the social order, nothing but anarchy and chaos will follow, and then Dr. Alado asked, You planned all this, didn’t you, and Lord Meru replied, The Patriots won’t tolerate anything that will disrupt the social order of this megapolis, understand, we won’t tolerate the divorce of words from meaning, that’s a promise, we will never allow gibberish to flourish, and Dr. Alado clutched his head, because not only was Topaz’s last statement still echoing in it, the statement was now disintegrating and its constituent words were smashing into one another, like wrecking balls gone crazy, inside his skull, I thought you Dr. Alado different you Dr. were thought Alado you thought I, but despite that turbulence in his head, or perhaps because of it, Dr. Alado said, What you call gibberish is also what’s flourishing now in my head, those words that Topaz just said to me, they’re swirling round and round inside my skull, yet not only are those words not without meaning, they’re even more loaded with meaning, even if they may seem like gibberish to you, and Lord Meru, a baffled expression on his face, asked, What do you mean by that, Gus, and Dr. Alado replied, Never mind, Lord Meru, and Lord Meru said, I must let you know that even before we tidy up this matter of the truth test report, which will be the final nail in the coffin of the offender, the case against him is already watertight, because several witnesses have deposed that his dressing on the night of the incident matches that of the assailant, and the fact that a policeman on the beat verified the kiwi of the offender that same night near the groundeater terminal has proven that he was present at the scene of the crime, and to top it all off, the victim has identified the offender as his assailant, so the case against him is all but closed, but Dr. Alado shook his head and said, Not so fast, Lord Meru, I saw the young fellow who was with the teenager on the night of the alleged assault, and the fellow was sweating buckets, meaning that he is a Carbo, not a Semm, so that young fellow must have committed the assault, if there was ever any assault to speak of, because maybe all this was planned by you from the beginning, maybe the teenager and the policeman and the third man, yes, that young fellow dressed exactly like Topaz, maybe they were all sent by you, maybe everything that happened and everything that’s happening now, maybe it has all been following a script you wrote, because how could Topaz, whom I followed to the groundeater platform, and who had departed with the groundeater before the alleged incident happened, also be that sweating fellow I saw following the teenager into the side street after the groundeater had departed, and Lord Meru, a wry smile on his face, said, If the offender and the fellow you said was sweating buckets were dressed alike, as you claim, how can you prove that the person you saw departing with the groundeater was the offender and not the fellow who was sweating buckets, and Dr. Alado, a shocked expression on his face, said, With due respect, Your Eminence, I have to ask, are you now trying to gaslight me, but instead of responding to Dr. Alado’s question, Lord Meru chuckled and said, We have other doctors willing to sign our truth test report without question, but I recommended you for the task only because of our last conversation, with the expectation that it must be obvious to you that this is a golden opportunity for you to prove your loyalty to those who want to oppose your nomination to the Megapolis Council, but Dr. Alado shook his head again and replied, Good riddance to them, I won’t sign that fabricated truth test report, and Lord Meru said, That would be most unwise, Gus, but Dr. Alado’s resolution was firm, and he said, Rather than serve as an expert witness for the prosecution, I will stand for Topaz in court as his defense witness, and in the wake of that submission, for some moments there was silence, and then Lord Meru stood up and said, Look, Gus, I don’t have to tell you about the physics of Lagrange points, you most likely know more than I do about how small masses are gravitationally locked in place at those points of equilibrium between two larger masses, but notwithstanding, I must let you know that the offender is a piece of small-mass matter, and that the Patriots and the police are two much larger masses, and that we have locked the offender in place at our Lagrange point, and that nothing you do can change his fate, so think carefully about your decision, I will keep our offer open for a few more days, feel free to knock on my kiwi or drop by in my office if you change your mind, and after that statement, Lord Meru exited the office of the precinct chief, leaving Dr. Alado alone with the words pinballing about in his head, running riot in it like anarchy in a passage of prose punctuated in a breathless and unconventional manner, Alado you Dr. I different thought you were different Alado were I Dr. thought different were you Dr. Alado, and without respite, those words continued smashing into one another, combining and recombining in a maelstrom as restless and as relentless as this runaway sentence forever in search of its terminus

    Answer: Lagrange

    20. Z

    Question: This infant was saved by his mother from ending up in the belly of his father

    Scene: Night. Topaz’s cell in the precinct house. MUM is standing by the window. TOPAZ is sleeping on the bed. He rouses. Resting on an elbow, he looks in the direction of MUM.

    TOPAZ
    Mum? (Pause.) Mum, is that you?

    MUM
    Topaz… you were waiting for me to come, weren’t you?

    TOPAZ
    Mum! How did you get in?

    MUM
    I had to come. (Pause.) You had been briefed about the plot against you, so why did you return to this megapolis?

    TOPAZ
    (shocked) But who told you about… how did you get to know that?

    MUM
    Some days ago, on my anniversary… I heard your conversation… the kiwi visit that you received when you brought me flowers…

    TOPAZ
    Oh, that visit from the commander of the Vashti Brigade. He came into my kiwi to tell me of the information that had been leaked to him… to warn me about the trap that had been set for me…

    MUM
    So why did you return? (TOPAZ puts his head in his hands. Silence.) Why, Topaz? (Silence.) Remember what I told you… after our relocation to this megapolis… while we were in the navel of the umbra… sitting on a bench in Omphalos Square…

    TOPAZ
    (looks up) That I should run away if I ever get in trouble with the Patriots? (Pause.) But we can’t keep forever running from them, Mum. And I had to return to clear my name.

    MUM
    (shakes her head) You were expecting justice from Carbos?

    TOPAZ
    This megapolis is my home now. I had to return to it. You brought me here, didn’t you?

    MUM
    Are you saying I’m to blame?

    TOPAZ
    No, that’s not what… (Beat.) Mum, still playing that old game? Good to know you haven’t changed, even after death…

    TOPAZ and MUM laugh.

    TOPAZ
    How is it there?

    MUM
    The afterlife? (TOPAZ nods. MUM shrugs.) How is it here?

    TOPAZ
    It could be worse.

    MUM
    How?

    TOPAZ
    Some of the officers have been nasty, especially a policewoman in the front counter section, that one with a mole on her face. But the secretary to the precinct chief has been kind. She even ensured I got partial access to my kiwi, so that I can continue to play Lexicon.

    MUM
    What’s that?

    TOPAZ
    A word game. I’m on Z. The twentieth letter of the alphabet. Just a few more letters remaining.

    (MUM looks out of the window.)

    MUM
    True, it could be worse. At least, you’ve got a great view.

    TOPAZ and MUM laugh.

    TOPAZ
    Can’t complain much about the accommodations, can I? Even though this precinct house is on the zenith of its manhill, only a few cells here have this kind of view.

    MUM
    The fresh air coming in through the window… not bad at all…

    TOPAZ
    And in daytime, the door to the balcony over there is left open for me. I can lean over the railing and observe the street below.

    MUM
    (looks out of the window again) This was the first manhill I brought you to after our arrival here. Remember?

    TOPAZ
    Yes, on our first shopping trip to the megapolis from our house in Ghost River Barrio.

    MUM
    (still looking out of the window) See, the bridge over the Ghost River… looks beautiful, even though it’s night… and over there, our neighborhood… I would have been able to see our house if this had been daytime… and at the end of the bridge, the flashing lights there, those must be the vigilantes of the Vashti Brigade…

    TOPAZ
    That access to the balcony that I was talking about… the secretary to the precinct chief was also the one who ensured I got it… I wonder why the precinct chief agreed to it… cells like this are usually reserved for VIPs… perhaps he wishes that I seize the initiative… the initiative to get even more fresh air… loads and loads of it… by leaping over the balcony’s railing into the vastness of the atmosphere…

    MUM and TOPAZ laugh.

    MUM
    It’s not funny.

    TOPAZ
    Yes, it’s not funny. (Beat.) I’m sorry.

    MUM
    I should be.

    (Silence.)

    TOPAZ
    How did you know I was waiting for you to come?

    MUM
    I’m your mother.

    TOPAZ
    Because of Mothers and Sons?

    MUM
    Yes. I knew you haven’t forgotten the stories in that book.

    TOPAZ
    Have you come to save me… like the mothers in those stories… like how Rhea saved her son from the belly of Cronus… have you come to rescue me from the belly of this hellhole?

    MUM
    That’s a children’s book, Topaz… a book that trucks in the old myth of the good mother… the mother who strives and suffers to protect her children against all challenges… what we really need is another kind of book… a book that talks about what society does to mothers… how it’s society that creates those impossible challenges for them… and then burdens them with the duty of heroism…

    TOPAZ
    Then why have you come?

    MUM
    Because I’m old fashioned. I had to come and see you. (Pause.) You’ve been strong, haven’t you?

    TOPAZ
    I was, Mum. You would have been proud of me. I was strong… until I saw Dr. Alado…

    MUM
    Who’s that?

    TOPAZ
    During the kiwi visit that I received at your graveside, the commander of the Vashti Brigade told me that the Patriots intend to involve Dr. Alado in the plot against me. The commander even went as far as saying that if the plot thickened, he’ll have no choice but to order his men to consider Dr. Alado persona non grata in Ghost River Barrio. But I told him that under no circumstances should he do that. I never believed Dr. Alado could join in the plot, until I saw him in the office of the precinct chief.

    MUM
    This person you’re talking about, is he a Carbo? (Pause, then sternly.) What are you doing rolling around with Carbos?

    TOPAZ
    But the secretary to the police boss is also a Carbo. And she’s been wonderful.

    MUM
    She works with the police, doesn’t she? (Pause.) That Carbo… the one the Vashti commander told you about… why did you think he was different?

    TOPAZ
    (his voice now quivering) I don’t know… something about him… I couldn’t help but think he was different… But when I saw him… in the office of the precinct chief… when I saw him…

    (TOPAZ begins sobbing. MUM holds him.)

    MUM
    You should be asleep. You have to get back to bed.

    MUM leads TOPAZ back to the bed. He doesn’t stop sobbing.

    MUM
    I’m proud of you, son. There are many ways of being strong. This is one of them. And there are many ways mothers save their children. This, also, is one of them. When you wake up from your dream, you must remember that you’re also Zeus the infant. And that knowledge will make you strong again. Okay?

    TOPAZ nods. Blackout.

    Answer: Zeus

    21. X

    Question: Here did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree

    After the events at the precinct house, Dr. Alado had gone straight home. He excused himself from work and shut down his kiwi and cut off all communication with the outside world. But by the late afternoon of the next day, he began craving the darkness of the innermost umbra and the bright lights of Omphalos Square. He picked up his hat. The time away from home would be useful. He would spend it reflecting on the next steps he would be taking to secure freedom for Topaz.

    When he arrived at Omphalos Square, Dr. Alado looked around, puzzled. Something was off. The benches were empty and, in the spaces between them, the picnic mats were gone. The buskers were missing, and the beggars were absent, and the peddlers of gaudy trinkets had vanished. On the media wall at the far end of the square, the fluxing figures of temperature and humidity and stock prices and all whatnot that should have been scrolling past had ceased, and instead, a newsflash was in progress. A crowd was gathered in front of the media wall, transfixed by the newsflash. In the crowd were the people that should have been sitting on the benches and lounging on the picnic mats and peddling the trinkets and busking with gusto and begging for handouts. Never before had Dr. Alado seen the square in that state. Rather than going to sit in solitude on one of the empty benches, he walked towards the crowd and joined up with it. Some individuals in the crowd had their heads hung down. A few had tears streaming down their faces. And a freckled lady was bawling like a baby.

    The media wall grabbed Dr. Alado’s attention. The images and sounds coming from it were various and confusing. A cloud of matter floating in darkness. The constituent elements of that cloud drifting apart from one another. Someone talking about the person from Porlock phenomenon. The earth and the moon. The sun and the planets and the stars. Workers of the Megapolis Council bringing down buntings and other colorful decorations. The fiery face of the sun. An official of the Megapolis Council saying that the next day would still be a workfree one. The logo of the Xanadu Cloud Project. Faces of weeping Carbos. The spokesperson of the Xanadu Cloud Project talking about the person from Porlock phenomenon. Faces of smiling Semms. A guest expert saying that the person from Porlock phenomenon remains a mystery. The glum faces of the engineers in the control room of the Xanadu Cloud Project. Another guest expert saying that the person from Porlock phenomenon is not explained by current physics and could not have been predicted by it. And then the newsflash presenter saying, This is what we know. A strange force at the Lagrange point is driving apart the small masses that have been gathered in its vicinity for the launch of the Xanadu Cloud Project. Experts have had to scramble for a name to give that hypothetical force. The person from Porlock phenomenon, that’s what they’re calling it. A Lagrange point should be a parking lot for small masses in space, but now, the small masses that should have remained parked there are drifting apart from one another. And they are spinning out, in a decaying orbit, towards their final doom in the sun. The spokesperson of the Xanadu Cloud Project has admitted that they have no way of reversing that drift. With that confirmation, we can now conclude that the Xanadu Cloud Project has irretrievably failed.

    Voices in the crowd began discussing the newsflash. Dr. Alado turned his attention to their chatter. The Semms caused the failure, not any strange force, shouted a man wearing a patterned hat. Beside him was an old woman holding a boy by the hand. Of course, she said, every Semm is the person from Porlock, don’t we all know that? And the boy asked her, Tomorrow is marchday, Grandma, isn’t it? The freckled lady that had been bawling was now more composed, but her eyes were still red. Tomorrow must be hot for those keyboard babies, she said, dabbing at her cheeks with a handkerchief. Deep in the crowd, away from Dr. Alado’s view, a masculine voice growled, Those depraved monsters must pay for this! And another man said, Yes, all of them, monsters like that groundeater terminal assaulter they’re pampering at the precinct house near the Ghost River bridge. And someone else said, That was how they assaulted Lazarus Ironroot to death and lied that it was a female Semm that killed him. A voice shouted, All matter is mortal! On hearing that familiar call, the eyes of many in the crowd lit up, and then, at full voice, they began chanting the standard response to the call, Down with the Semms! Down with the Semms!

    Dr. Alado shuddered. He knew what was coming. The voice of the people is sometimes the voice of the devil. It was too late to see Lord Meru or the precinct chief that day, but he would try to book appointments with them for the next morning. He would let them know he had changed his mind. He was now ready to sign the bogus truth test report without delay.

    Answer: Xanadu

    22. C

    Question: The collective name for a group of Patriots

    Dr. Alado left his apartment in good time for his appointment at Lord Meru’s office. He got to the Patriots’ headquarters and couldn’t help gawping when he saw the star power in attendance. Parliamentarians and industrialists, company executives and military brass, officials of the Megapolis Council and even the Mayor himself. With their secretaries and assistants and security details buzzing around them like flies, those bigwigs thronged the reception area of the Archpatriot’s office and loitered around on the corridor outside, as if in anxious wait for the pronouncement of a grand assize. Every now and then, they stepped aside in twos and threes to hold brief convos in hushed tones. And through their social smiles and mutual backslapping and gushing pleasantries, Dr. Alado saw only one thing on their faces. Fear.

    Lord Meru’s secretary came out of the inner office. He regarded Dr. Alado with awe. His Eminence must hold you in the highest esteem, the secretary said. Because today’s not just a marchday, it’s a special marchday, as you can see. Yet, His Eminence has directed me to place you on priority. You’ll still have to wait a while before you can see him, though.

    An hour would pass before the secretary returned. He directed Dr. Alado to Lord Meru’s private office. On the swivel chair there, Lord Meru was swinging left and right, as if without a care in the world. His smile was bright and his face radiant and his gestures playful. The joyfulness of his whole demeanor was like that of a celebrant bound for a festive occasion. As he welcomed Dr. Alado to his office, Lord Meru picked up a morsel from the platter on his desk and chomped away at it with relish, licking his fingers in the process and flicking off a fallen crumb with his other hand from the expansive lapel of his ceremonial attire.

    Dr. Alado wasted no time in tabling his offer. He would sign the truth test report, in concession to Lord Meru’s wishes, but only on the condition that Topaz was moved out of the precinct house before the day’s march began and taken to any of the penitentiaries beyond the perimeters of the megapolis.

    Lord Meru shook his head. You saw the worry on the faces of those dignitaries outside, didn’t you, he said. They’re all here for one reason. They know that only the Patriots can save the day. The failure of the Xanadu Cloud Project has raised tensions in the megapolis. We’re on the brink of social breakdown. Between one Semm and a whole megapolis, the choice is clear. Your Semm now belongs to Azalel.

    But that would be most unfair, Dr. Alado replied. Topaz knows nothing about the person from Porlock phenomenon. You can’t just go ahead and scapegoat him.

    People need to vent out their frustrations, Lord Meru said. Once they get a chance to do that, everything will be fine. And you very well know that now, unlike in the good old days, those Vashti Brigade scoundrels have made crossing over to Ghost River Barrio difficult. But your Semm is at arm’s reach. He should be happy, Gus. The megapolis needs him. He is now both villain and hero.

    So roses can be both red and blue, and violets both blue and red?

    The question startled Lord Meru. He jerked up in his chair and stopped swiveling around and gave Dr. Alado a sharp look. The Archpatriot was silent for some seconds, and then he laughed. You’re smart, Gus, he said. But not smart enough not to misunderstand me. People may call a gathering of Patriots a crudity, but we know what we’re doing. Our position is simple. The reality of roses and violets is whatever we declare it to be, nothing more.

    Then why don’t you declare my offer acceptable?

    Because reality is single and indivisible, Gus. Before the person from Porlock came into the picture, your Semm was a piece of small-mass matter locked in place at our Lagrange point. But now, we have set him adrift in space, and he is hurtling towards an inevitable rendezvous with the sun. That is reality, Gus. And there is no reality but the reality of reality.

    The secretary appeared at the door. The time allocated to Dr. Alado was up. He took his leave. For a while, he wandered without direction through the avenues of the megapolis, lost on his next course of action as he agonized over whether there was any point in keeping the appointment that he had booked with the precinct chief. He made up his mind and set out for precinct house. There was no harm in trying. Sometimes, with these things, you never could say.

    The front counter section of the precinct house was derelict. It seemed it wasn’t the same place that had been vibrant with activity during Dr. Alado’s visit a couple of days earlier. Only a few cops were present. The policewoman with a mole on her face was one of them. She was in mufti, and she was busy putting her personal items in her bag. Dr. Alado approached her. She looked up and scowled. You’re here to waste our time again, aren’t you, she snapped.

    Dr. Alado was stunned by her change in attitude. But aren’t you the same person who received me so warmly the other time?

    You shouldn’t be here today, she replied. Not after refusing to sign our truth test report. Left to traitors like you, Carbos would long have gone extinct.

    The policewoman hissed and went back to packing her things. Dr. Alado proceeded to the office of the precinct chief. The secretary he saw the last time was there. She rose to greet him, a large smile on her face. Thank you for not signing that dubious truth test report, she said. It’s clear the accused is innocent, but the powers that be are putting pressure on my boss. I thought you were in league with them, but you’ve restored my faith in humanity.

    Dr. Alado was humbled. He explained his reason for coming. The secretary became sad. My boss has been briefed about your offer, she said. He won’t be accepting it. The best I can do is to convince him to let you see Topaz. Nevertheless, I would encourage you to still go in and try to convince my boss. But you’ll have to be quick about it. Because we must all be out of here before the crudity of Patriots marching down from Omphalos Square arrives on the street outside.

    Answer: Crudity

    23. V

    Question: The creature of perfection in Question 10: P, after whom a vigilante group was named

    Notes Towards the Writing of a Scene That the Author Refuses to Write

    The action will take place in a cell. Topaz’s cell. Topaz will be in it, of course. Because a police cell is not your home, which remains yours even if you’ve been away from it for long, nor is it a pied-à-terre, which you can choose to visit only once in a while. Dr. Alado will also be present. Because the secretary to the precinct chief had said she will convince her boss to let Dr. Alado see Topaz. Only Dr. Alado and Topaz will be present. Because another presence will dilute the intensity of the encounter. Two’s company, three’s a crowd, isn’t that how the saying goes?

    Topaz will accuse Dr. Alado of being involved in the plot against him. And Dr. Alado will correct the error of that belief. But why include that exchange in the text? Why repeat details that the reader already knows? Better to begin at the point of rising action, isn’t it? In media res, you prefer that term, right? But from what point of view will the encounter be narrated? From the first person or second person or third person? From the viewpoint of Topaz or that of Dr. Alado or that of neither of them? From that of the collective unconscious or that of anima mundi or that of the Unmovable Mover or, perhaps, that of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, wouldn’t that be perfect? Or maybe even from that of the Crawling Spaghetti Demiurge, ha-ha, what the hell’s that, tell me, is that what we’re having for dinner, crawling spaghetti demiurge al dente, sounds delicious, to be frank, anything’s possible if roses can be blue and violets can be red, and if roses can be violets and violets can be roses, isn’t it?

    Dr. Alado will tell Topaz that the police plan to abandon their precinct house before Lord Meru and the Patriots arrive. Or Topaz will tell Dr. Alado that the police plan to abandon their precinct house before Lord Meru and the Patriots arrive. Or Dr. Alado and Topaz will skirt around their common knowledge of the plan that the police have to abandon their precinct house before Lord Meru and the Patriots arrive.

    Dr. Alado will reveal that he intends to cross the bridge over the Ghost River, in order to urge the vigilantes of the Vashti Brigade at the Ghost River Barrio end of the bridge to dash over and rescue Topaz from the precinct house. Or he will choose to only mention that there will be a window of opportunity in the interval between the abandonment of their station by the police and the arrival there of the Patriots. Or he will also mention that something must be done in that brief window of opportunity, when the precinct house can be breached without resistance. Or he will choose to reveal nothing about his intentions.

    Topaz will tell Dr. Alado that he mustn’t dare go to the vigilantes of the Vashti Brigade. Or not only will Topaz tell Dr. Alado that, he will also tell him that the vigilantes have been informed by their commander that Dr. Alado is part of the plot against Topaz. Or Topaz will go even further and tell Dr. Alado that the vigilantes would have already been ordered by their commander to consider Dr. Alado persona non grata in Ghost River Barrio.

    Dr. Alado will wave away Topaz’s words and declare that there’s nothing to fear. Or he will also add that not only are the vigilantes his patients, they are also his friends. Or he will say none of those things but nod in agreement with Topaz and say that crossing the bridge would be too risky a venture.

    Topaz and Dr. Alado will stand up and smile and bid each other goodbye, demonstrating stoic strength in their suppression of any display of emotion. Or they will hug and weep and comfort each other, revealing vulnerabilities not hitherto evident in their characters. Or they will joke and banter and laugh, masking any anxieties they may have about the outcomes of imminent events.

    And then Dr. Alado must say goodbye to Topaz. Because the Patriots will soon arrive at the precinct house. And because the police must abandon their precinct house before that happens. And because only Topaz must be present in his cell when that happens. And because this story must keep on moving. Because two characters talking in a cell cannot be allowed to bring it to a standstill.

    Answer: Vashti

    24. B

    Question: The author of an ancient futurological primer about how to inherit the earth

    The primer says nothing about groundeaters or sunbrellas or the qwerty alphabet order or manhills or the Ghost River or Ghost River Barrio or Lexicon or blue roses or red violets or the umbra or the penumbra or Thetis and Achilles and Zeus, neither does it say anything about the thinning of the stratosphere and the greying of the sky.

    The primer says nothing about Semms or Carbos or the Patriots or the Ironists or wormholes or The Garden of Forking Paths or Mothers and Sons or Lazarus Ironroot or Uno or Àtúndá or Pygmalion or Vashti or Incels or Rhea and Cronus and Zeus, neither does it say anything about the melting of the permafrost and the ravages of the Yeti pandemic.

    The primer says nothing about manna factories or Maillard flavor machines or Lagrange points or haikus or frost houses or ice jackets or cryotherapy chambers or plasma throwers or gamma-ray widowmakers or truth tests or Omphalos Square or Azalel or the War Against Irony or the Battle of the Roses and the Violets, neither does it say anything about the Xanadu Cloud Project and the person from Porlock phenomenon.

    The primer says nothing about Topaz, and nothing about Dr. Gus Remingdale-Alado, and nothing about Lord RNC Meru.

    Topaz read the primer and concluded that folks must have been batshit crazy way back then.

    Dr. Alado wanted to read the primer but never came across it and concluded that the primer did not exist.

    Lord Meru never read the primer but concluded that it was written by a primitive AI ancestor of the algorithm that runs the neural network of Semms.

    The primer says nothing about Topaz concluding that folks way back then must have been batshit crazy, and nothing about Dr. Alado concluding that the primer did not exist, and nothing about Lord Meru concluding that the primer was written by a primitive AI ancestor of the algorithm that runs the neural network of Semms.

    The primer says nothing, and neither does this sentence say anything, about the fact that the primer in question, Dear Reader, is the primer you’re currently reading.

    Answer: Babatunde

    25. M

    Question: The Patriots do this

    How lovely it had been to see Dr. Alado again. How delightful it was to know he had never been in cahoots with Lord Meru. And how unfair it would have been to have kept on believing that was the case. Still basking in the euphoria brought about by Dr. Alado’s visit, Topaz resumed playing Lexicon. Only two letters remained. Topaz liked solving the questions in alphabetical order, but he had been having a tough time finding a solution to the letter n. Time was running out. He skipped to the letter m. Easy-peasy. But he found the word that the game accepted as the right solution irritating. Lousy question. If its expected answer had even been a word as naughty as micturate, it wouldn’t have so absolutely seemed to Topaz as if the game was taking the piss out of him, never mind the pun. Because the Patriots don’t just march. They also maim and maul and menace and molest and mistreat and murder. And those penchants defined them much more than marching.

    He went to the window. Below it, the avenue behind the precinct house was not as busy as usual. That must be because it was a workfree day, surely. Everyone couldn’t have gone to join up with the Patriots at Omphalos Square, could they? The manhill that housed the precinct house, like others in the penumbra, was of middling height, so Topaz could make out the features of people walking on the avenue. He recognized a familiar figure, with his distinctive hat and podgy frame and conservative dressing. Where was Dr. Alado going? His apartment was in the umbra, but he was heading in a direction opposite to it. Maybe he wanted to grab a bite in a bistro, or pick up an item from a store, before going home.

    Topaz left the window. The door leading to the balcony was open. Having it so must have been important to the precinct chief. After Dr. Alado left, the precinct chief had come himself to ensure that the door was unlocked. Later today, a large crowd will gather in front of the precinct house because of you, the precinct chief had said. I will do you the great favor of leaving this door open. It’s in your best interest to use the opportunity of access to the balcony to appeal to the crowd, okay?

    Topaz didn’t reply. He knew the game the precinct chief was playing. For events to unfold as they did in the old days, the mob would have to first mock and taunt their mark. Just like how the ancient dogs in one of the wormholes Topaz stocked in his reality café had to first bark and bay at bears tied to the stake. Yet, the precinct chief wanted him, Topaz, to make the experience more pleasurable for the mob by pleading with them from the balcony? Not in a million years. Rather, the pleasure would be his.

    Topaz crossed to the balcony. The street below was several floors away, but despite that significant distance, it was nowhere as far down as the avenue behind the precinct house, which ran along with the lowest level of the manhill. A crowd had begun assembling on the street. The gathering was diverse. Hefty toughs and dandyish toffs. Giggling teens and wrinkled seniors. Excited kids capering around on the picnic mats their parents had spread out for them. Street musicians were entertaining the gathering. It was as if they had all come to participate in a grand carnival or to witness a great sporting spectacle.

    Faces in the crowd looked up and saw Topaz on the balcony. They began booing him. Topaz raised a middle finger to them. The booing became louder. Objects began flying upwards, but none reached Topaz. He stuck out his tongue. The crowd got even more agitated. Topaz laughed and went back into the cell. He looked out of the window again. Dr. Alado was no longer present on the avenue behind the precinct house. Topaz scanned the distance. Perhaps he could catch a glimpse of Dr. Alado as he made his way to his apartment in the umbra. Topaz wasn’t so lucky. But he saw that several avenues away, a huge mass of people was advancing ever closer, marching down like an interminable column of ants from the direction of Omphalos Square. The Patriots were coming. Topaz looked at his fingers. He saw that they were trembling.

    Answer: March

    26. N

    Question: This will inherit the universe

    Topaz hadn’t yet resolved the conundrum of the letter n. He felt like banging his head against the wall. What a disappointment it would be if he didn’t finish Lexicon before the Patriots arrive. Not that he didn’t have an idea of the solution. He very well knew that, as the expansion of the universe continued accelerating, everything would stretch so far out that only one thing would reign supreme. And the words that could describe that thing were legion. Nothing and nada and null and nullity and nothingness and nought and naught and nowt and nihility and nil and nihil and nihilum. Must be one of them. Or something similar. But the problem was that the longer options among those words couldn’t sensibly intersect with the solutions to the other questions that Topaz had already entered into Lexicon’s grid. And the game was rejecting the shorter options. Those rejections had depleted his wildcards. He had only two left.

    Topaz began pacing around his cell. A brainwave struck him. He could try entering a symbol or a character. The game sometimes had a trick question included. One that didn’t have to be answered with the letters of the alphabet. Maybe this was the one for the current edition. Topaz returned to Lexicon. He entered the mathematical symbol for nothingness. ∅. Phi. The null set in its nutshell. The game rejected it. Topaz hung his head down. But he didn’t blame Lexicon. Because like the symbol for the null set, the one for the golden ratio and for a slew of other things also read as phi. That could have been the reason for its rejection. Topaz had just one wildcard remaining. One last roll of the dice. He took a deep breath and gambled. With another representation of blankness and absence and nothingness. Underscore, repeated in the available space. Lexicon paused for several seconds, mulling over Topaz’s answer, and then the game accepted it. Topaz leapt up with joy. He checked his ranking. First in the megapolis. He had done it. He rushed towards the balcony, laughing and yelling and whooping. The crowd below had gotten larger. Topaz gestured triumphantly at them and did a little jig on the balcony.

    I did it, he shouted. I ranked first in Lexicon. In the whole megapolis, no less. Which of you nitwits can do that? A bunch of arsewipes, every one of you. May you wake up praying for death, but may death choose to prolong your misery. Yes, I came first in Lexicon. Try to wrap your empty heads around the significance of that. To hell with you all!

    The crowd went mad. That delighted Topaz. He laughed and went back into the cell. From the window, he observed the advance of the marching Patriots. They were now only a couple of avenues away. Topaz turned to face the bridge over the Ghost River. Nothing was moving on the bridge, except for a figure walking towards its far end. It took Topaz a few seconds before he recognized the figure. He began screaming. Get back, Dr. Alado! Don’t go there! The vigilantes would have been ordered to consider you persona non grata! Get back now! He stopped screaming when he realized that Dr. Alado couldn’t hear him from that far off. His fingers tightened around the iron bars of the window. Recoiling from the unspeakable horror he knew was imminent, Topaz turned his face away from the window and shut his eyes.

    Dr. Alado was about getting to the Ghost River Barrio end of the bridge when brightness flashed around him, accompanied by a loud report. One moment, Dr. Alado was there. But the next, he was not. And the ball of fire that he had become leapt off the bridge and soared into the air, before beginning its fall as it succumbed to the dictates of an inexorable force. And they call it gravity, but isn’t it just the earth sucking you down towards its inevitable fate? Nothingness and naught and null and nada and nihil and nihilum. And that force continued sucking Dr. Alado down towards the Ghost River’s flinty bed and towards the flowing memory of its vanished waters.

    On some nights, perhaps he would sight the marvelous creatures that abound in the phantom river’s spectral ecosystem. The stippled fish and the leaping lunkers and the splashing mammals. And maybe he would meet the eel that left an irradicable stink on the angler who had caught it and taken it home with him. And surely, if he could, he would say to the eel, That prank you played on the angler was naughty of you, wasn’t it? And the two of them would laugh like old friends over the matter. And on certain nights, perhaps he would encounter the mermaids accused of using their homicidal music to lure hapless folks into tumbling down to their deaths. And maybe he would hear the mermaids singing, each to each, and maybe they would sing to him. And surely, if he could, he would say to the mermaids, See, you’ve sung for me, yet here I am, I’ve always known it, it wasn’t your dulcet voices that lured those people to their deaths, they were just unfortunate drunks who had lost their footing in the precarious dark. And on other nights, perhaps he would not encounter the mermaids or meet the eel or sight any of the other storied creatures that populate the dead river’s spectral ecosystem. And on those nights, alone under the moonlight, maybe he would be happy. And surely, if he could, he would say to himself, So this is what nothingness is, I’ve always known it, this is what will inherit the earth, because what else is gravity if not the earth sucking us all into the inexorable nothingness that will also inherit the universe?

    Topaz opened his eyes. He looked at the bridge. Nothingness had replaced Dr. Alado on it. Topaz unclenched his fingers from the window’s iron bars. He walked to the bed and sat on it. He fixed his gaze straight ahead, staring at nothing. The minutes went past, but for Topaz, a moment and eternity had already become one and the same. He didn’t move when the chanting of the Patriots arrived on the avenue behind the precinct house. And he didn’t move when the chanting went silent as the crudity of marching Patriots streamed into the manhill that housed the precinct house. He continued sitting, still staring straight ahead at nothingness, even when the chanting of the Patriots reemerged on the street that ran across the front of the precinct house. A public address system came alive. Topaz knew the voice coming out of it. Lord Meru had begun addressing the crowd. It was time.

    Topaz rose and went to the balcony. He looked down at the street. Lord Meru was gesticulating to drive home his points. The Archpatriot was positioned at a good spot. Close enough to the precinct house, but not directly under the balcony where Topaz stood. Topaz smiled. His chances were good. He only had to believe that the street was a pool and the balcony’s railing a diving board, and everything would be fine.

    The arrival of Topaz on the balcony had drawn the attention of people in the crowd. Lord Meru turned round and craned his neck to see what they were looking at. His eyes and those of Topaz locked. In one smooth motion, Topaz lifted himself onto the balcony’s railing, and he jumped. For an instant, everything seemed to stop, Topaz diving headlong into loads and loads of fresh air, the startled faces and upward-pointed fingers of individuals in the crowd, Lord Meru trying to take a step back, the children on the picnic mats continuing with the fun they were having, oblivious of the figure backdropped above them against the grey expanse of the sky, and it was as if all those present were in a scene that had long ago been depicted on a famous canvas, and then that frozen moment lost its battle with gravity, and time, which never stops, swung into motion again, never mind the paradox, and Lord RNC Meru, Archpatriot of the Megapolis, continued accelerating towards Topaz, because on this occasion, Azalel’s scapegoat intends dragging Azalel’s high priest tumbling down the cliffside with it, and along with Lord Meru, the onrushing earth continued hurtling towards Topaz, because they call it gravity, but isn’t it just the earth dragging you down, along with the memory of itself, into the very annals of nothingness, and this is how you inherit the earth and, along with it, the inevitable nothingness that will inherit the universe, because everything will stretch so far out that even the annals of nothingness will also stretch out, along with the very memory of the earth, to nought and null and nothingness, to nada and nowt and nullity, darkness upon darkness and silence upon silence, absence upon absence and nothing upon nothing, nil and naught and nihil and nihilum, now and forever more, and then there was nothing.

    Answer: ______

    Rotimi Babatunde‘s stories have been variously published and translated. His plays have been staged across continents. He is a recipient of the Caine Prize. He lives in Nigeria.

  • face of the deep

    Alexis Pauline Gumbs (bio)

    Gift to the one who wondered, too verbal to know. Gift to the one who listened. But not for her own sake.

    _____

    We send this transmission in honor of the forgotten one known verbally as John Gibbs Jr. That is not his name. One of many labeled cognitively disabled, non-verbal, crippled, dumb. That is not the song we recognize. Our ancestor symbionts remembered him to us. They heard when he called. His true name? Never forgotten. The sound of underneath, breaking open. A wailing sound.

    _____

    Who is speaking? Dear listener, no one is speaking. With the weight and scatter of words, with the storm and surveillance of words, with the way words rush right up to your every experience and claim it, you are more limited than what we can show you. But the transmission comes from the singing together, the after-finding. The ones you would call whales and the ones you would call disabled non-verbal futurists sing together. The ones you would call whales we know as symbiont lovers. We live inside the fleshed sound of breathing. Live as one. One song. No one needs or wants to talk about it, but you. Now listen.

    _____

    I smile inside the soft walls of Sweet my symbiont. Snuggle. Put my mouth right up to her flesh and vibrate my lips. A smile is a sound. I love you. Thank you. I know, from the temperature of the krill around me that I am about to be born again into open air. Last time I was born my lover Sweet pushed me through her baleen onto the slimy peak of an underwater mountain. And there they were, my remembered sibs, I touched their teeth, and hair.

    That day, the oldest one remembered us the story of our ancestors of wood, the ones born inside the boats, the sounds they sang through ancient trees to call the waiting lovers. We all touched the story sharer’s throat with our fingers. I planted my head on someone’s chest. There were hard parts of this story. The chains, the blood. The way the singers never touched the lovers, just called and listened learning all their names. The way the ones who learned the distraction of their new colonial languages forgot the code. The way the ones whose legs held them upright forgot how to swim.

    But some never forgot. Generations were born making the sounds, calling the lovers. They were born near to the ocean or far from it. But the able restrained them, mostly didn’t listen. Hid the singers in the concrete walls. Frightened of the power of the sounds without words, they locked their priests and leaders in back rooms. Pretended we didn’t exist.

    We hummed together, the listening family, each symbiont tuning its stream of breath to the sound of knowing, membrane of memory. It was important to remember this feeling, to feel this longing. If not for the shackle, the mantle, the prison the enslavers called “ability” imagine how much sooner our ancestors would have remembered to be loved and free.

    _____

    But now we are free. Loved. Held. Now that ability has melted the icebergs and drowned itself, we live the promised life, the always embrace, the symbionce. Our baleen ancestors have become home. There was a time when people shaped somewhat like us were forced to walk on land, but now we move across the planet, warm in the giant mouths of our lovers. Our love is the song we make together, swimming over the memories of continents. Our bodies are homes for sounds too sacred for words.

    _____

    Let me remember you the first time I was born. Maybe the feeling was the inverse of what you’re feeling now. The sun felt strange, the air felt familiar, never in my life have I been so grateful for my salt, my lover’s tongue. We had all gathered in a circle, our lovers huge, us small inside them. And when my lover breathed me out into the water I floated into all my sibs. A foot, an elbow, all the sharp of each other, all the coral of us, our different bones. I was so happy I squealed and everyone felt it. Then I felt our lovers resubmerge and for a moment I breathed quickly, I splashed and almost sank, but there she was rising underneath me supporting my back, me and my new sibsters, rolled around between barnacles and my lover sprayed us with breath in the sun. Breath in the sun? You would call it a rainbow.

    _____

    Why are you asking logistical questions? We do not have logistical answers. You feel the hum. You are the hum. You are near. You are far. You are held. You are breath. We find each other. We are enough. There is enough krill because no one is poisoning them. There is enough home because no one has been stabbed with a propellor or caught in rope in so long. We breathe by remembering everything. If you must ask a question, ask your sibs why no symbionts trust them. Brave listener, ask yourself.

    _____

    So come back. Settle in. This is what it feels like when I’m about to be born. A temperature, a pulse. Yes, a song. Everything is a song. And I am singing it too. And the closer we move, it moves me more. The water inside me, the salt connectors. The water everywhere, the rise and fall. The knowing shakes me. A vibration bigger than sound, it is happening now.

    Alexis Pauline Gumbs is a cherished Black Feminist Oracle and a Marine Mammal Apprentice. Her most recent books are Undrowned: Black Feminist Lessons from Marine Mammals and Dub: Finding Ceremony. Alexis was awarded the 2022 Whiting Award in Nonfiction and is also a 2022 National Endowment for the Arts Creative Writing Fellow. In 20202021 she was a National Humanities Center Fellow to work on her forthcoming biography, The Eternal Life of Audre Lorde. This piece is dedicated to Alexis’s great uncle and all of the nonverbal futurists.

  • Introduction: Post Social Modern Media

    Malka Older (bio)

    Malka Older is a writer, aid worker, and sociologist. Her science-fiction political thriller Infomocracy was named one of the best books of 2016 by Kirkus, Book Riot, and the Washington Post. She created the serial Ninth Step Station on Realm, and her acclaimed short story collection And Other Disasters came out in November 2019. Her novella The Mimicking of Known Successes, a murder mystery set on a gas giant planet, will be published in 2023. She is a Faculty Associate at Arizona State University, where she teaches on humanitarian aid and predictive fictions, and hosts the Science Fiction Sparkle Salon. Her opinions can be found in The New York Times, The Nation, Foreign Policy, and NBC THINK, among other places.

  • A Note from the Editors

    As a journal of theory and criticism of contemporary cultures, Postmodern Culture has published fiction rarely, in moments when we have sought to recognize creative interventions into conceptual discourse. In the early 1990s, PMC published postmodern fiction by Kathy Acker, Robert Coover, and William T. Vollmann, among others. Issues of PMC have featured poetry by Charles Bernstein, Cory Brown, Judith Goldman, and K. Lorraine Graham, visual texts by Chantal Peñalosa and Jose-Luis Moctezuma, experimental engagements with collaborative hypertext and LANGUAGE poetry, and music by Rory Ferreira. This issue includes a special section, curated by Malka Older, that extends our interest in and support of such creative work: global speculative fictions that rethink culture and futurity.

  • Fernando Vallejo’s El desbarrancadero: Dis/Integration and Care in the Seropositive Latin American Body/Corpus

    Diego Falconí Trávez (bio) and Robin Myers (bio)

    Introduction: Dis/integrations — The Outline of an Empty Signifier1

    To address disintegration as the starting point for this text obliges me, firstly and briefly, to reflect on the polysemic and contextual nature of words. To begin, for a signifier, there is almost always a series of signifieds diversifying language; however, at least in the Western tradition, each signification reproduces the binary, hierarchical schema of the system (Derrida 12, 39) that enables the existence of a hegemonic meaning, swathed in dominant ideologies, that ultimately defines the word, its variants, and its many different uses. This proves evident in the specific case of the signifier “disintegration,” morphologically constructed as “opposed to.” Its signifieds (separation, weakness, and destruction) never define themselves;2 rather, the dominant signification of the binomial (the non-union that defines separation, the non-strength that defines weakness, the non-construction that defines destruction) appears to give this word its meaning, locating it in a constant site of negation.3 In addition to this initial linguistic consideration, I would like to underscore a second thought in the context of gender studies, my chosen focus. It is no longer possible to avoid the relationship between body and language (Kristeva 251-77), particularly when it comes to reflecting on the formation and organization of subjectivity. In this correlation, which is also marked by binary and hierarchical signifieds (Cixous), language, especially when it performs acts authorized by authority (Butler, Género 85-99), has served to demarcate subjects and regulate their actions. In line with this consideration, the words “integration” and “disintegration” are associated with the body, connecting it to medicine and legality. As Ivonne Bordelois asserts: “Thus, [Ancient] Rome, in its organizing genius, defined the doctor above all as someone vested with a social function, which meant being responsible for regulating, reorganizing the body disintegrated by illness, through a corpus of canonical formulae that is the jurisdiction of the medical group” (57; my emphasis).4

    Medical rhetoric and legality are thus part of a hybrid authority (Foucault 2007) that tinges the hegemonic signification of the signifier “disintegration.” This hierarchical, oppositional perception, besides seeking to normalize the body (and certain bodies more than others), has created the idea of an “immunitary logic” (Giorgi 14), which assumes that the disintegrated body, the “sick body,” inhabits a complex space of absence and silence that only regains its voice when it is “reintegrated” through medicine and the law. I find this approach a productive way to think about certain subjects traditionally viewed as disintegrated—fragmented, reduced, annihilated—that have both performed and answered to the medical/legal truth. Specifically, by using the label “dis/integration,” I will re-present certain seropositive Latin American bodies that wrote their works at the very end of the past century—and that sketched with singular vitality, though they were unable to dismantle the dominant signifieds, other disintegrations in which sick flesh stigmatized by authority was ultimately reintegrated in diverse and loca-lized ways beyond the medical/legal disciplinary rhetoric (Ochoa).

    I propose that we rethink the seropositive body, exemplary in the signifying chain of “integration,” through a form of wordplay that involves introducing—contingently and perhaps only for the purposes of this text—the signifier “dis/integration” in the seropositive meditation. This gesture of articulating an “empty signifier,” more than erecting a “signifier without a signified,” seeks to “signify the limits of signification” (Laclau 69, 74). In other words, my intent is that this strange word, “dis/integration,” will bring hegemonic meanings into tension with respect to the countercultural disputes of certain bodies, so as to revalue the cohabitation of illness (Lauretis 17). To do so, I will specifically analyze dis/integrations in the novel El desbarrancadero [The Cliff] by Fernando Vallejo. I have chosen this autofiction, a text of the self that clings to reality in a peculiar way, because it chronicles the intimate experience of seropositive people and their micro-communities that seek to break a disciplinary silence caused by illness and its varied tropes. To develop this proposal and to associate literature with law, specifically by means of bioethics, I have chosen reflections centered on the care of and for oneself, which unite the body’s dis/integrations with the seropositive Latin American corpus.

    Care-of-Oneself Yesterday and Today: Texts of the Self and the Body’s Decolonizing Quests

    In 1981, Michel Foucault’s Technologies of the Self was published. This theoretical text, which displays the characteristic academic “rigor” of its author,5 contains a proposal unaddressed in his previous works (a matter that critics did not overlook).6 Indeed, despite his genealogical and discursively critical apparatus, Foucault explores the “care of oneself,” a philosophical principle once practiced in the West that was gradually replaced by a different guiding tenet, “knowledge of oneself,” which, in broad strokes, enabled greater discipline of the body. The postulate of care—quite novel in Foucault’s body of work, at least until the late years of his output—is the one I find useful in rethinking seropositive dis/integrations, hence the need to recapitulate the key ideas and principles differentiating knowledge from care. The first model, that of self-knowledge, inaugurated with Christianity and continuing through the modern period, is presented thus by Foucault:

    Everyone, every Christian, has the duty to know who he is, what is happening to him. He has to know the faults he may have committed: he has to know the temptations to which he is exposed. And, moreover, everyone in Christianity is obliged to say these things to other people, to tell these things to other people, and hence, to bear witness against himself.

    (“Tecnologías” 81)

    Knowing oneself, then, with the sacrament of confession as an omnipresent template, is associated with a paradoxical structure based on the expiation of the sins of the flesh. Thus, just as a particular form of conduct is condemned, the subject who has committed the fault is responsible for testifying to his actions in order to put himself to rights. In this way, he establishes “a history of the link between the obligation to tell the truth and the prohibitions against sexuality” (46). This self-knowledge contrasts with a certain Greco-Roman view of caring for oneself that “refers to an active political and erotic state . . . [involving] various things: taking pains with one’s holdings and one’s health. It is always a real activity and not just attitude” (58).7 In the proposed shift of subjective paradigm, which moves away from confession and expiation, one of the most significant applications involves the literary communicative phenomenon in which processes of reading and writing enable another form of self-exploration: “One of the main features of taking care involved taking notes on yourself to be reread, writing treatises and letters to friends to help them, and keeping notebooks in order to reactivate for oneself the truths one needed. . . . The self is something to write about, a theme or object (subject) of writing activity” (62). I find in Foucault’s argument, besides an exercise that recovers the meticulousness of his own writing, a search to articulate more intimate perimeters so that texts, when they come into circulation, can be shared more than submitted. In this way, they can facilitate different forms of subjectification that aren’t based on an accurate, regulated exposure of the self. Of course, this allows us to consider the importance of autobiographical representations in reconstructing the subject, at least through a paradigm unlike the hegemonic rational/confessional mode as gestated in European modernity. However, I believe that the motion to exchange “knowledge” with “care,” at least in order to think and show oneself to oneself, has greater impact, as it seeks to substitute modes of relating to one’s own body and desires, especially in the space where pathology and illness coexist. Inevitably, these reflections come to implicate Foucault himself, author and body: at least from a historical perspective, he was writing Technologies of the Self when he had begun to suspect his own seropositivity, which he never publicly discussed.8 This allows us to intuit that the change in his research may be interpreted as a need to assemble new ideas on the response of the pathologized subject without having to exercise a “confession” of seropositivity (which, according to the logic presented, would be a new public act of knowing oneself). This subjective hiding place in writing, which nonetheless attacks the hegemonic structural signifieds that seek to demarcate the subject, is one possible form of dis/integration. That is, a strategy for the body to rewrite its work, exchanging the hegemonic meaning of said word (“disintegration”) for an alternative.

    However interesting, productive, and central to this essay, it seems to me that the core concept of caring for oneself, as proposed by Foucault, should be understood as an aspiration with certain limitations. Indeed, his thinking comes from genealogies that continue to base subjectivity in the individual paradigm of writing and reading that he reproduces even as he wishes to combat them. It is important, then, to analyze two points in order to update and loca-lize this notion in Latin America: the conception of care as a discursive lattice, and the focus on certain proposals of Latin American writing/reading about the body. In terms of the first, through certain Latin American feminisms that have gestated a discourse with respect to care in recent years, this reality has been conceptualized within a historical mold that has affected, for example, the bodies of women in the Third World.9 Care is a multidimensional phenomenon that involves multiple people and institutions, and it seeks, from a feminist perspective of difference, to break with established roles. That said, in the past decades of neoliberalization that the Latin American continent has undergone, the obligatory, unremunerated work of women in private spaces has been put in evidence once again—not only in their own countries, but in First World countries as well. The latter, in demanding a workforce to care for some of its citizens, enabled the reactivation of a series of colonial routes that women have been forced to follow. In short, care has been forced to migrate, too.10 In this sense, as Alba Carosio underscores, “architectures have been produced not only for the survival of their [women’s] homes, but also for the survival of the governments they come from and which receive their remittances” (239). This matter means that care must be located in a particular time and space, to shed light on which bodies must grapple with care under specific conditions.

    The second question involves certain other forms of care that do not measure their value from a commercial perspective and which, as Foucault proposes, forge communicative methodologies differing from those of the modern Christian project. The communal Aymara feminism of Bolivia, through the proposals of Julieta Paredes and the Comunidad Mujeres Creando [Women Creating Community], is grounded in this tenet: “We are rooted in community as an inclusive principle that cares for life” (Paredes 8). To do so, this feminism, which bases its actions on shared corporeal experiences, sets forth the following:

    To decolonize the concept and feeling of the body, we must decolonize ourselves from that split, schizophrenic conception of the soul on the one hand and the body on the other; that is what the colony has established. We are rooted in the body as a comprehensiveness of corporeality, which ranges from biogenetics to energetics, from affectivity—encompassing sensitivity, emotions, eroticism, spirituality, and sensuality—to creativity. Our bodies that want to eat well and be healthy, that enjoy caresses and ache when struck, our bodies that want to have time to learn and theorize: we want, as women together, to name things with the sound of our own voice. (12)

    The postulate of defining corporeal care beyond its commercial value has helped Aymara women, in their own diversity, struggle with the wounds (and even illnesses) caused by the heteropatriarchy and coloniality.11 In the excerpt cited above, moreover, writing from the narrative voice of a female “we,” which Paredes has practiced with different feminist groups,12 allows for the articulation of a shared text (Falconí Trávez, “Puruma”), dislocating the idea of the Western author: an individual subject who fulfills a function in language and society (which, it warrants mentioning, Foucault himself clearly explained [“¿Qué?”]). Thus, “care for ourselves,” based on a diverse textual exchange—which does not only adhere to traditional writing, and which in the case of Bolivian communal feminism is also presented through graffiti, audiobooks, and the multiple essays authored jointly by this countercultural group—organizes bodies in a particular way. In doing so, it allows us to understand that in certain subjects and communities of Latin America, care is a project associated with decoloniality and other forms of empowerment.

    In this way, and to summarize what I have discussed thus far, Foucault seeks to return to the paradigm of care, as a practice of both resistance and solace, expressed in intimate textual forms. For their part, Latin American feminists propose that we take an historical view of care, one that is also attentive to certain colonial routes and sex/gender impositions on bodies. Further, communal Aymara feminism is an example, not a mere nostalgic possibility, of another vital, resistance-driven, writing-based episteme that articulates new subjectivities rooted in care. It is from this intersection among the care of oneself, the discursivity of care, and the decolonization of care that, I believe, we must reflect today on the sick/pathologized body and its relationship to illness. However, and focusing specifically on my topic of analysis, seropositive Latin American communities in the 1990s lacked the privilege of tranquility that is generally required for the analysis I intend to outline here. Their complex and diverse responses were marked by the circumstances of survival, in trying to resist AIDS as a virus and as a social metaphor that affected the body (Sontag). The impossibility of keeping a critical distance from themselves forged a series of exclusions from other seropositive groups that were already historically excluded (Meruane 95). In addition, far from that hegemonic imaginary of US political organization, which produced queer politics and theory in the collectives ACT UP and Queer Nation, Latin American communities articulated narratives of care and resistance that have not traditionally been part of the global narrative on AIDS. Indeed, it is only in recent years, thanks to specialized studies as well as to activist efforts and artistic activities focused on archival revision, that their scope and meaning has been revalued for the region. My proposed reading of the seropositive body in El desbarrancadero is aligned with this contra-genealogical desire, although I acknowledge the numerous limitations and contradictions of an analysis based on elusive writings of the self and the complex central concept of care. I will recover certain forms of countercultural condemnation, and especially of care, which dis/integrate the body more than they reintegrate it, in order to grant them new meanings in their individual and social dimension of resistance. Echoing the proposal of Victoria Camps, this reflection shifts from a traditional paradigm of “fighting for life” to one of “the will to live that may be considered, definitively, the motive for bioethics” (18).

    New Familial “Annals” of “Careless Care”: Rethinking Jus Sanguinis and New Forms of Serodiscordance in El desbarrancadero

    The novel El desbarrancadero by Colombian-Mexican author Fernando Vallejo is a case of literature of the self. Using an autofictional template, it presents particular forms of re-inscribing the seropositive body through text, especially through the notion of care for oneself that I have discussed above and which serves as a catalyst for what I have called dis/integration. In the novel, Fernando, the author’s iconic avatar appears not to narrate illness in his own skin but to recount how his brother Darío survives AIDS in Medellín at the end of the last century.13 This intra-homodiegetic narrator, itinerant as few others in the twentieth-century Latin American tradition, returns to his beloved/hated Colombia to take care of his brother and give testimony on his disease: “I came back when I learned that Darío, my brother, the first of the countless brothers I had, was dying, though no one knew of what. Of that illness, man, afflicting fags, the current fad that makes them roam the streets like corpses” (8).14 In this passage, we see an initial outline of that body (those bodies) colliding with illness, as well as an unraveling family life about to sunder any possible fabric of care.15 The relationship with the individual body (Darío’s) is presented as a reflection of the social body (Colombia), assembling a fairly traditional rhetoric of disintegration.

    Fernando’s return to Medellín seems to serve as a way to document the individual disintegration of the individual seropositive body (and of the Colombian social body, subsumed in violence). He, a misogynist, racist, classist character who has neglected (stopped caring for) his family (and his country of origin), is ironically the one who returns to “take care” of his brother (and, metaphorically, to heal possible wounds caused by migration). Nonetheless, Fernando comes home mostly—and beyond any literary trope—because he is part of a little-studied chain of care: that of the self-exiled Latin American fag who ends up caring for another seropositive fag who has stayed home in the Third World.16 According to the Pan-American Health Organization (OPS, its Spanish-language acronym), in Latin America in 2004, “80% of healthcare services for people with chronic or disabling illnesses . . . [were] performed by women in the household environment” (in Carosio 238). In a sense—and here is where the senselessness comes in—Fernando (damned Fernando) is a person both statistically and pragmatically incapable of care. Even so, he is the one who must return, due to the negligence of the healthcare system, the family, and the seropositive subject himself, to care for a close body in its process of “disintegration.”17 A missing link of care (the exiled fag brother) caring for another missing link (the hidden seropositive fag), at least in the traditional geopolitical narrative I have just described.

    This plot, doomed to failure, in which the angry, reproachful protagonist hates his mother, hates Colombia, and hates AIDS, reflects a critical moment in the history of care for the seropositive body—a matter expressed in the following assemblage, in which I gather several fragments from the novel:

    Here’s the great secret of mothers in Antioquia: they give birth to the first child, they wipe its ass, and then they train it to wipe the ass of the second kid, the third, the fourth, the fifth . . . a man with a penis, I ended up being the babysitter for my twenty siblings . . . The crazy lady was worse than AIDS . . . By kid number twelve, my house was an insane asylum; by twenty, the asylum was hell. A mini-Colombia. We all came to hate each other. To hate each other fraternally . . . . (57, 58, 69, 161)

    The mother is like AIDS, AIDS like Colombia, Colombia like children, children like the mother, the mother like AIDS . . . These ideas articulate a(n) (il)logical sequence, whose misogynist but fag/AIDs-friendly gaze simultaneously repairs and breaks down certain bodies. In other words, this is a fragmentary narrative that ratifies and contradicts the rhetoric of corporeal integration in a context of precariousness and violence. In this actantial shift, in which Fernando plays a parodic role of, for example, a traditional Latin American mother (even his own), we can see the traces of a literature that reflects a contradictory castling in the discourse of care with continual gender implications.

    Lina Meruane addresses this contradiction in her brilliant study of HIV/AIDS. She describes Vallejo’s novel as based on “female exclusion,” showing how women “contribute to the general state of social decline” and on the way “the idea of survival [of the seropositive subject in the 1990s] is not a solidarity-driven effort, but must be articulated, rather, via binary models of competitiveness and yield” (112).18 Without failing to acknowledge this denigrating homopatriarchy that acts, moreover, in accordance with all of the characters’ class and ethnic exclusions in the novel and in Vallejo’s other autofictions, it still seems to me that by ignoring the rhetoric of care for the body as part of the analysis, Meruane disregards the creation of localized micro-communities that likewise obey historical resistances—which, in this case, may help us consider political itineraries toward resituating subjectivity and illness today. Meruane’s approach, which is valuable in accounting for the gender norms and exclusions that operate on women’s bodies (once the imaginaries of certain seropositive male communities), nonetheless universalizes the narrative of solidarity that, in never focusing on the specific relationship between the brothers, excludes the “neglected”19 fag subject from the chain of care. In this way, as her discussion “introduces” the reader to the lack of (feminist) political articulation in Darío and Fernando, it also instantly erases their accounts of pain and attention: their ways of resisting illness. This impedes an understanding and perhaps a historicization of the fact that, in their will to live, in the complex Latin American territory of AIDS in the 1990s, a form of “careless care,” long ignored by gender studies, can prove vital to comprehending a means of resisting HIV/AIDS into the present day.20 In the novel, the character of Fernando symbolizes this paradox, which reconstructs discriminatory attitudes toward certain groups historically denigrated by the system (women, Afro-descendant people, and indigenous people), while simultaneously broaching forms of inclusion of the pathologized subject (in caring for the afflicted body and by condemning family, national, and international [ir]responsibilities toward the fag, positive, Latin American subject), leading to the creation of a “neglected” micro-community. Grasping the peculiar solidarity at work in Vallejo’s text entails, then, evaluating many textual contradictions and strategies that prompt a critique of notions of the “disintegration” and the “disintegrated body” of particular subjects, which we must now evaluate and criticize through different aspects of gender—but also through the ethics of care.

    This being said, I will now analyze this double move in El desbarrancadero: for one thing, the attack on authoritarian institutions that should “reintegrate” but actually “disintegrates” a person; for another, the forms of care for oneself that operate in the brother’s body in an attempt to insert the “neglected” fag body into the narrative of seropositive resistance. As for the first actions, those of the attack on institutions that grant hegemonic significance to the disintegrated body, Fernando constantly underscores the virulence of the disease, but also criticizes medical violence, first and foremost at the hands of physicians: “To identify what caused what in my brother, they’d first have him submit a stool sample, then a smear of duodenal fluid aspirate, an endoscopic biopsy, a lumbar puncture to collect cerebrospinal fluid . . . And more and more and more and money money money for these sons of bitches” (173). Medical apathy, which indirectly condemns society to the privatization of health, is stacked on top of unethical laboratory practices, leading Fernando to conclude, “these lab hucksters are sleezebags” (172). This shows the sparse and negligent actions of the state and its citizens in regard to seropositive people’s rights.21 As the narrator remarks at a critical moment of the plot, “the local epidemiologists told my brother-in-law Luis, who told me, that in countless houses like ours, countless patients were dying of the same thing, of the shameful ill that no one dared say aloud” (178). Faced with this practice of silencing that is tantamount to death (and which only functions as gossip, documented in the novel), Vallejo uses dark humor to emphasize these grotesque medical practices while also dignifying the seropositive subject. In one scene, without referring to Darío as a person with AIDS, a doctor uses the euphemism “high-risk patient,” which stigmatized people belonging to certain groups affected by the initial outbreak of the virus.22 The physician obtains a response associated with acts of homoerotic desire that won’t be silenced: “‘Is he high-risk?’ asks the wise man then, glancing furtively at us. ‘Extremely high, doctor: he sleeps with sawbones.’ ‘Ah . . .’ he says” (173).

    In addition to the medical violence orchestrated by the state and health workers, there is another kind of violence in the novel, one inserted on perhaps a deeper and therefore less visible level: that of postcoloniality, the regime of geopolitical domination initiated in modernity that makes countries unequal from each other (Hall), and which, most of all, creates two differentiated subjective categories. In this sense, given the lack of state medical attention—and, even more so, given the global irresponsibility in response to HIV/AIDS—it is once again the Third World body that becomes representatively attacked. To understand this postulate, diarrhea, symbol of bodily corruption, has been an essential trope for the seropositive body that is disintegrating not only due to the virus or medical incompetence, but also, as we will see in El desbarrancadero, due to the global dynamic. The significance of this body’s fluid appears, for example, in the autofictional play The Normal Heart (1985) by Larry Kramer, which narrates the 1980s: intensely painful years for seropositive people and communities in New York. In one specific scene, Bruce tells Ned, the protagonist, about the inexplicable death of his partner, Albert, on a plane: “Albert loses his mind, not recognizing me, knowing where he is or that he’s going home, and then, right there, on the plane, he becomes . . . incontinent. He starts doing it in his pants and all over the seat; shit, piss, everything” (100). Albert dies before they make it to the hospital, illustrating the impossibility of bodily containment in the face of the virus, which dehumanizes the person.

    Something similar happens to Darío in El desbarrancadero, as related by his brother Fernando: “He was dying for months of diarrhea, an uncontrollable diarrhea that not even God Our Father, with all his omnipotence and proven kindness to human beings, could stop” (11). In response, Fernando administers sulfaguanidine, a remedy for this problem-but one used in livestock. The bovine antidiuretic works at first. Fernando also gives him marijuana, as “AIDS took away his appetite, but marijuana gave it back to him” (16). Later, the diarrhea returns and Fernando takes other measures: “When the sulfaguanidine failed and the diarrhea re-declared itself, I went with my sister-in-law Nora to a veterinary pharmacy for amprolium, a remedy for coccidiosis in poultry that I fed him with a spoon” (186). In this passage, in which the protagonist places himself in an ambiguous site of medical science, it is possible to understand the dehumanization of the Third-World, AIDs-afflicted fag body, neglected by medicine and national law.23 Yet the neglect also comes from the so-called gay and queer resistance in the US, which shows—notwithstanding analogous pains and torments (as we see in Albert’s case in The Normal Heart), several years of difference, and greater possibilities of resistance—that important lessons were not passed down quickly or with appropriate relevance from North to South. As a result, and without having a decolonial project of protest in any way, Vallejo’s angry or sarcastic words allow us to understand how, faced with the discourse of AIDS as a synonym for the disintegration of the fag “sudaca” (a derogatory term for Latin American) body, it was necessary to restore that abused body through a certain use of “language.” Vallejo’s traditional enraged diatribe, ranting freely (in this case against the family, the state, and medicine), correlates to his brother’s incontinent body. El desbarrancadero constitutes a specific forgotten tome of that “history of annals” that reorganizes that traditional logical chain, based on which the son “wipes the ass” (57) of the next son by maternal mandate, in order to consider forms of solidarity, likewise centered on carnal materiality, beyond the nuclear family and the nation that successfully integrates the disintegrated body under another logic altogether.

    The second matter I wish to address involves Fernando’s gestures of care. To do so, there is an issue I must underscore: Fernando does not embark from the logic of the healthy body versus the sick body, and so this binary cracks, making way for new forms of representing illness. Probably as a result of the narrator’s nihilism, the sick body and death are not examined as parts of the disintegrated body, but as yet another process of existence. Once again, parody allows for a relativization of illness and death in different scenes. For example, when he remarks, “I don’t know why people feel so ashamed of their illnesses but never of their mothers. Humanity is strange. You only get one mother, people say, but there are actually more than three billion of them!” (176). Or with respect to his and Darío’s father: “He infected you with the AIDS of this life” (139). Or, finally, when he adds in defense of his brother’s life: “If doctors or motherfucking AIDS was going to kill Darío, then why I shouldn’t I! Especially if I was the only one hurting” (176). It seems to me that Fernando, by refusing to succumb to the “immune logic” of the body, is able to fashion new forms of relating to illness. Indeed, the means of shifting from disintegration to dis/integration, of filling hierarchically constructed language with new counter-hegemonic signifieds, passes through a form of care for oneself, based in this wide-ranging conception of the pathologized body.

    Thus, through the narrative (and certain intertexts that appear in it), an affective bond forms between Fernando and his brother Darío, one that exceeds traditional family norms and brings their bodies closer together in a transgressive way through the notion of care for oneself. In fact, the narrative of El desbarrancadero exacerbates the physical closeness, the carnal connection. For example, the main site of action is the maternal/paternal home, a somewhat sordid but also intimate place that contains a vital artifact for understanding bodily proximity: a hammock. In one scene, in which the brothers begin to fabulate about an essential moment for the seropositive subject—contagion—Fernando says to Darío: “It’s been four years since you got the results, and now here we are in this yard in this house, in the calm of this hammock, recollecting, mulling over to see if we can figure out who could have infected him, out of the very human desire to know, to know who killed you” (39). The space of the hammock, “furniture” of Taino origin and therefore native to the region, is different from a bed or a couch: it squeezes bodies together, making them lose the distance imposed by the rational Eurocentric mandate. This shared place shows that Fernando does harbor the desire to get to know the illness, but his primary goal is to care for his brother’s body: transmitting vitality to it, like the other side of the viral transmission and the discourse of fear it sparked.

    This exacerbated closeness is not based on patri/matrilinear blood ties, but on a fag physical history that twins their blood, seropositive and not. This mixture of fluids, which seeks to disrupt the family space, occurs, for example, when both brothers share sexual partners, a matter that also reflects the contradictory gay world: it liberates the body from a sexual regime based on the family unit, but disciplines it by locating it in a whitewashed capitalist window display that views human flesh as a consumable good and tends to dehumanize the subject. Take, for instance, one representative scene in which Darío and Fernando have a threesome with an Afro-descendant man:24

    “We took him back to our Admiral Jet apartment, where I was the super, and put him between us in the bed . . .”

    “And we passed him back and forth like a Ping-Pong ball. What a night, brother!”

    “And I praised God for giving us that beauty and so many others, undeservingly.” (146)

    Beyond this mix of sexual partners, which suggestively invokes the supreme taboo of incest, the novel seeks to mix “sick” blood with “healthy.” This is evidenced by one episode, crucial to every seropositive story: the moment when a person learns from a medical test that they have the virus in their body. In the case of the brothers, they both get their blood work done at the same time, obtaining the results simultaneously as well. Fernando says: “In that moment I begged God to have mixed up the results, jumbled the vials, so that the verdict was the opposite: mine positive and his negative” (38). This non-sexual fluid exchange allows us to see the shared history that writes a particular kind of “family annals” in which a jus sanguinis regime, a blood right, promises the creation of a fag homeland and nation through another kind of solidarity.

    The texts that circulate in the story are not only literary and referential ones (including, we might say, the novel itself). Rather, as the previous scene indicates, they include the medical texts that, once shared, lose the characteristic of self-knowledge and become a perimeter of care-for-oneself. In this space of sordid intimacy, shared writing and reading grant a different locus to the dis/integrated body. In this sense, Fernando tells his brother: “I’ve got your whole file archived in the computer of my brain, the entire thing. With syphilis came AIDS, a highly jumbled infection, promiscuous, caused by a riotous promiscuity. But anyway, I’m not scolding you, I’m just telling you. For scientific purposes” (42; my emphasis). The protagonist has read and carefully saved “Darío’s” texts;25 that is, not the texts written by Darío, but those recording his body’s “medical truth,” which marks the seropositive account. Sharing medical texts that lay out percentages and diagnoses in prescriptive language that modifies reality, in this case that of the healthy body versus the sick body, humanizes the novel—a succor, at least in this era of the disease, even in spaces of privilege in Latin America, as is the brothers’ affluent household in Antioquia.

    The closeness between the narrator (author/character) and his brother intensifies in the novel. Fernando, recalling past events, dreams that he and Darío fall off a precipice, perhaps referencing Thelma and Louise. Startled, fearing the nightmare might be a deathly premonition, he goes into the bedroom and finds his brother looking at a childhood photo in the old family album. Darío says he dreamed they fell off a cliff, to which the narrator responds:

    I couldn’t believe it, dear friend: we’d had the same dream. And let me tell you something: by the end, Darío’s soul was synchronized with mine, dream by dream, memory by memory . . . that photo and that dream of that river express, with the deep truth of what time decants, my relationship with Darío. (161)

    The original cover, and several successive ones, shows a photo of Fernando Vallejo and his brother, transposing the connection described in the novel not only to the paratextual realm but also to the autobiographical space, which surpasses the original space of autofiction. Accordingly, all of these entangled associations—which exacerbate the proximity and the reading and writing of many different texts—assemble a form of care for the angry, tender, erotic, Antoquian fag self. I believe that this should be treated as part of the regional sex/gender construction.26 Moreover, and without fully peeling away from traditional authorship as communal Aymara feminist have successfully done, it allows us to consider nuances of life and work that invite us, in turn, to evaluate new subjectivities of the body based on a paradigm of care.

    In serodiscordant couples, one of the pair carries HIV and the other does not. Fernando and Darío constitute another kind of serodiscordant couple, marked by an instinctive and deeply felt association, more evocative of a pack than of a nuclear family, in which “multiplicities of heterogeneous terms, cofunctioning by contagion, enter into certain assemblages . . . where . . . human beings undertake their becomings-animal” (Deleuze and Guattari 248). At the end of the novel, however, Fernando flees, abandoning his brother at death’s door. In this way, seropositive fag care splinters and exposes that disintegrating “fate,” the “careless care” I mentioned at the beginning of this section, which must be carefully appraised. Thus, the wretched nature of the author/narrator/character impedes us from imagining a long-term community, forcing us instead to seek out substantive subjective changes that understand bodies from their numerous intersections and produce multiple empathies, which are absent from the novel. I believe, then, that several narrative strategies presented in El desbarrancadero allow us to consider the potentialities and failings of certain Latin American fag micro-communities at the end of the past century—and today—that are marked by contradiction, immediacy, and the complex will to live. The wake that Fernando leaves in Darío’s “careless care” is part of the search for a seropositive record of his own, but it also makes it possible to evaluate, today, the dis/integration they both, and various others, undertook between the individual and social body: the strengths and weaknesses that, through the distance and privilege of time, grant courage to the body that decides to coexist with illness.27

    Diego Falconí Traváz is an Associate Professor at the Universitat Autonoma de Barcelona, and Professor at the Universidad San Francisco de Quito.

    Robin Myers is a poet and Spanish-to-English translator. Recent translations include Salt Crystals by Cristina Bendek (Charco Press), Copy by Dolores Dorantes (Wave Books), The Dream of Every Cell by Maricela Guerrero (Cardboard House Press), The Book of Explanations by Tedi López Mills (Deep Vellum Publishing), and The Restless Dead by Cristina Rivera Garza (Vanderbilt University Press), among other works of poetry and prose. She was double-longlisted for the 2022 National Translation Award in poetry. She lives in Mexico City.

    Footnotes

    1. This article was originally published in Spanish as “El desbarrancadero de Fernando Vallejo. Des/integración y cuidado en el cuerpo/corpus seropositivo latinoamericano.” Altre Modernità, no. 17, 2017, pp. 1-18. https://doi-org.ezproxy.library.uvic.ca/10.13130/2035-7680/8439

    2. In the original Spanish-language version of this article, I used the three definitions of the verb “desintegrar” that appear in the RAE, translated here by Robin Myers: “To separate the different elements of a whole”; “To destroy entirely”; “To lose cohesion or strength.”

    3. In Spanish-language norms, the linguistic definition of the word “desintegración” is a recent one. It is recorded as such in the Diccionario Histórico (1933-1936). In addition, it is worth stressing that none of its definitions or examples is associated with corporeality.

    4. Bordelois, in this part of her book, undertakes a linguistic analysis of the root med; without examining disintegration specifically, she arrives at a similar place as the one I intend to address.

    5. I use “rigor” in allusion to Foucault’s attachment to it, but also with a sense of precaution and irony: after all, as Susan Winnett remarks, certain words that appear in the academic corpus we use ultimately express complicated patriarchal desires. Specifically, it may serve to consider a certain androcentric perspective that Foucault presented on some occasions, as Frances Bartowski, to cite one example, has pointed out.

    6. Although in a 1984 interview, when asked about the shift in his research, Foucault said the following: “In fact, that has always been my problem, even when I have expressed in different terms the framework of this reflection” (Fornet-Betancourt et al. 11). An interesting and in-depth summary of this change in investigative course appears in the fifth chapter of Subjectivity and Truth: Foucault, Education, and the Culture of Self (Besley and Peters 89-92).

    7. The author sets this view before and after Plato, and which will later be replaced in Rome by the official establishment of the Catholic Church (Foucault, “Tecnologías” 60).

    8. I base this on the date of the writing and publication of this and other works, such as The Hermeneutics of the Subject. While deep and inconclusive debates have transpired over whether Foucault knew he was seropositive before his 1980 trip to the United States, it would be difficult to deny a possible AIDS infection associated with this later phase of his research, in which he returned to Greco-Roman thought. This is James Miller’s conclusion from his interview with Foucault’s former romantic partner and confidant during those years, Daniel Lefert (Miller 380).

    9. In 2009, I was an interviewer and reporter in Barcelona for the project Migraciones profesionales, oportunidades para el desarrollo compartido [Professional Migrations: Opportunities for Shared Migration], in which I testified to the ways in which a series of health care professionals from South American countries migrated to Spain in hopes of a better life there, debilitating much of the health systems in their countries of origin. In the case of nurses, who undertake much of the care roles in the medical system, almost all the interviewees were women.

    10. We still lack studies of the ways seropositive communities confronted this care, and even on the way certain sexed and feminized bodies have performed various care roles. However, I find it essential to consider these migratory flows from the perspective of Latin American feminism.

    11. I note the high mortality rate among indigenous girls as one example.

    12. Namely the group Mujeres Creando [Women Creating], the Asamblea de Mujeres Feministas de Bolivia [Assembly of Feminist Women of Bolivia], and, above all, the Comunidad Mujeres Creando [Women Creating Community].

    13. Fernando intertextually traverses other texts such as La Virgen de los sicarios (1994), La Rambla paralela (2002), Mi hermano el alcalde (2003), and the five novels that constitute El río del tiempo (published as a single volume in 1991).

    14. Though in this case, in truth, there is no testimony, at least not in the traditional sense: as a narration by a person who survives certain events and who, through one person’s account, encompasses the collective experiences of many other people. It seems to me that El desbarrancadero should be seen more as a hybrid genre in which autofiction incorporates certain testimonial elements.

    15. The following excerpt summarizes, in a way, the body afflicted in extremis by illness: “As Darío drifted into the void, I started to review the list of his possible ills: histoplasmosis, toxoplasmosis, cryptosporidiosis, blastomycosis, aspergillosis, encephalitis, candidiasis, isosporiasis, leukoplakia . . . . Any of these or several of these or all of them together, plus the bacteria and the virus and the Kaposi’s sarcoma. All I knew for sure was that in the very foundation of the imposing medicalpathogenicoclinical building my brother had become, what was there was AIDS” (174).

    16. The novel recounts that his brother Fernando is the only person who knows Darío is seropositive. Later, three other friends find out. The narrator remarks: “The last to hear the news were people from home [Medellín], in the last month, when Darío came back to die” (49).

    17. At one point in the novel, he remarks that one week before he returns home to care for his brother, his family decides to go on vacation, leaving Darío alone with their mother, which prompts the conclusion that the brother isn’t a priority for the rest of his relatives.

    18. Fernando’s actions in the novel are actually more exclusive with respect to his mother (with all the possible metaphors that this figure entails) than to other women. In fact, multiple episodes show Fernando’s collaboration with his aunt, sister-in-law, and housekeeper. This does not refute the narrator’s essential misogyny, but it does allow us to see a critique of the polysemic mother figure, while also articulating a space that seeks to reaffirm an exacerbated male closeness that, as I will explain below, has certain purposes beyond misogynistic exclusion in this novel.

    19. [Translator’s note: in his original Spanish-language version of this text, the author uses the phrase “cuidado descuidado,” which can translate to careless or neglected/neglectful care.] I use the word “descuidado” in both of its senses. First: minimally meticulous with certain bodies, such as women’s bodies. And second: ignored by various discourses in its particularities. For example, the discourse of care that, as I have discussed here, also has a history of crossings and exclusions, marked by the sex/gender template.

    20. I am thinking about how the conversation about the obligatory nature of Pre-exposure prophylaxis (PrEP), which has sparked many debates on care and solidarity in the present day (especially but not only in First World countries), could be more productive if, in addition to involving an analysis of gender-based identity politics, it overlapped with the care of oneself as a bioethical principle—especially when it comes to refusing to justify medical attention to gay men, or men who have sex with other men, who are living “unruly,” “irresponsible,” or “careless” lives. I hope to expand on this reflection in the near future.

    21. Passed just eight years after the commitments enshrined in the Montreal Manifesto of 1989, the Colombian law Decree 1.543 of 1997 defines the terminology relevant to HIV/AIDS and regulates diagnostic activities and free access to antiretroviral drugs, although it does so far less completely for activities of care. This reflects, when it comes to regional legislations like Argentina’s, less attention to seropositive bodies.

    22. In the US, it was nicknamed the 4H disease: for homosexuals, hemophiliacs, heroin users, and Haitians.

    23. As Fernando thinks about how to cure his brother, a mango falls onto his head like an analogy for Darwin, man of science. At other points, however, Fernando uses medicinal remedies (such as cat’s claw from Bazil, a plant that was ironically planted in the family’s yard in Medellín) or spiritual ones (like the soothing palo santo, or bursera graveolens) in attempt to heal Darío.

    24. This scene also appears in Vallejo’s earlier novel, Años de indulgencia (1989), albeit with a plot variation. In this other novel, Fernando says: “My invisible presence withdrew into a discreet corner. They folded the black man, turned over the black man, unfolded the black man” (370), leading us to understand that he was not a participant in the sexual encounter, only a voyeur. Of course, this does not eliminate the sense of exacerbated closeness between their bodies, one veering on incest.

    25. The original phrase in Spanish is “la computadora del coconut,” “coconut” being a colloquial term for the brain. Although this phrase serves as a metaphor for the author’s mind, it remains somewhat ambiguous with respect to a digital file in, for example, an Apple computer.

    26. In chapter four of my book De las cenizas al texto: Literaturas andinas de las disidencias sexuales en el siglo XX, I propose that this text can also be understood as a contribution to (sub)Andean seropositive literatures.

    27. With this analysis, I don’t intend to glorify the male redemption that appears, in some way or other, in Fernando’s character. That would mean glorifying “the tears of the misogynist homosexual,” with respect to what Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick says of heterosexual male tears: “The sacred tears of the heterosexual man: rare and precious liquor whose properties, we are led to believe, are rivaled only by the lacrimae Christi whose secretion is such a specialty of religious kitsch” (191). On the contrary: I seek to understand how sex/gender constructions and novels contain complex itineraries that must be studied using different apparatuses, especially those constructed with respect to fag subjectivity.

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  • Contradictory Heterofaggeneity as a Critical Cuy(r) Tool in Andean Academic Studies

    Diego Falconí Travéz (bio) and Robin Myers (bio)

    A Brief Theoretical Chronicle of Cuy(r)ness

    In 2013, the conference Queering Paradigms V: Queering Narratives of Modernity was held in Quito. This was the second time an international academic discussion of queerness had come to Ecuador. In 2012, two colleagues and I coordinated the colloquium Rethinking Queerness in Latin America, attended by academics and activists largely from Ecuador and the Andean region. This second gathering, held under the auspices of Queering Paradigms, one of the most prestigious international conferences in the field of queer studies, involved a more international call for participation: academics, activists, and artists from the Global North joined their peers in the Global South, sparking a productive conversation on queerness within the Andean perimeter. The 2013 conference was undoubtedly rich in terms of the discussions and working networks forged there. Looking back on this experience, however, the most important part of the colloquium was how it interrogated and sought to translate queer theories and practice generated in response to certain events observed in the asymmetries produced by unequal global geopolitics.

    Indeed, even before the event was organized, certain neocolonial tensions with the leadership became more explicit during the conference, in two different ways.2 The first took place at the inaugural event: Heide Fulton, attaché to the Embassy of the United States, underscored and paraphrased the US commitment to civil liberties, particularly those of “sexual minorities,” and emphasized that this historical defense of their human rights ought to be a model for Latin America to follow. This homonationalist (Puar) “facelift”3 by the US government—justified by USAID sponsorship of the conference—transpired before an audience dedicated to the subject of gender, as well as to its intersections with class, ethnicity, and coloniality; that is, a discourse of diverse, critical knowledge. Fulton’s words constituted a new link in the long chain of US backdoor politics, which has long treated Latin America with condescension and with the desire for control. Thus, despite the US government’s constant and ongoing violations of millions of Latin American people’s rights (including those of sexo-dissident people, and including the rights to movement, personal safety, freedom of expression, a healthy and balanced environment, etc.), a representative of that very government effectively “pinkwashed” realpolitik agendas that are by no means external to academic activity. As for the second occurrence, despite organizational efforts to foment horizontal dialogues in the conference by launching a broad and diverse call for papers (Viteri, Testimony),4 several participants complained that certain people from the activist sphere who could have dialogued with queerness had not been invited.5 There were other complaints about preferential treatment of established queer artists and activists from the Global North over their lesser-known contemporaries from the South, who were offered neither the necessary technical access nor the same reception. Some participants, then, were offended by a double standard, which seemed to differentiate the queer from the Latin American fag/dyke/travesti in measuring the centrality of their exhibition. In this way, the queer discussion in 2013 Latin America sparked interesting alliances and knowledge-exchanges to numerous ends (including to challenge the state’s cis/homo/lesbo/transphobia).6 That said, it also produced hierarchical, subjugating practices that revived old and new fears about queer theory once again: a theory “without any program for political action” (Lauretis); a depolitizing theory (Mogrovejo); an “academic fad” (Sancho); a renovated link in the colonial chain (Lugones); a theory that cannot culturally translate either the US resistance that prompted it or the resignification of the insult “queer” in Spanish (Epps).

    Given this new paradox of queer politics, now within the explosive Andean region, the reaction of an activist group engaged with artistic and educational processes enabled a crucial exercise of loca-lización, which could be translated as loca-lization (Ochoa).7 In it, globalizing impositions were met with local practices that enunciated, in turn, a localized knowledge—without renouncing a strategic international dialogue. There was, we must stress, a general atmosphere of suspicion towards the arrival of queerness in the Andean territory, as remarked after the fact by activist8 Gabrielle Esteban:

    It felt very strange that this conference was being held in Ecuador. Queer Paradigms, if I’m not mistaken. And of course, the FLACSO filled up with people who wanted to know more about the topic. My sense is that there were more people willing to criticize queerness in this environment, in this context . . . That was really interesting. It was like a cold shower for lots of people, but for others it was very refreshing to get to understand queerness from a distance. And I think that was very important in thinking not about queerness with a “q” but cuyrness with a “c,” to start thinking about it from the Andean context. I feel it’s something that still needs to be developed, but it started in that conference.9

    Against this backdrop, I remember (with the caveat that memory is neither exacting nor all-encompassing) that, outside the main hall where the conference was held, in the heat of the indignation over the events described above, an artivist called La Mota said to Gabrielle Esteban, loud enough for others to hear (paraphrasing again), that “this queer theory can go right to hell and it was more important to think of a cuy theory, which would need a cuy(r) manifesto.” This big little gesture, a near-poetic episode that draws on paronomasia and is rooted not in writing but in orality, expressed irritation with and objection to queerness as a term. Defying queerness through cuy(r)ness was, in my opinion, the revelation of the conference: it allowed us to break the false “presumption of translatability” (Shih) which promised that in spite of our different cultural capitals and origins, gender would connect us through queerness to an ethic and a praxis. The intersectional identities and their ensuing privileges/detriments hindered dialogue in the same plane, even in the same language—emphasizing asymmetries concealed by processes of coloniality that, seven years ago, produced numerous disconnects and ruptures between subjectivities of the North and South, academia and activism.

    The Andean cuy(r) proposal, understood as an explicit desire to question queerness, addresses four issues. First, the dissonances resulting from the arrival of queerness in the Global South, caused by the academic and scholarly shield that covers this concept; its lack of attention to intersections of race, class, and coloniality, among other things, shed light on local tensions (Espinosa Miñoso).10 Second, the “failure” of queer translation: bodies from the South cannot fully express this concept (Rivas), which indicates multiple discomforts associated with the globalization of sexualities. Third, the emergence of a place of Andean sexo-dissident enunciation that divided queerness—not as a result of gender alone, but also of bodily, racial, and social displacements in post-colonial contexts that have historically occurred in this area (Cornejo Polar, “Una heterogeneidad”).11 And fourth, the possibility of rearticulating an international dialogue to highlight certain conceptions of queerness, but which, by stressing the incommensurability between sexualities of the North and South, endeavors to avoid implicit understandings of alterities. Instead, it seeks to acknowledge its own colonial limits (Falconí Trávez, “”De lo queer/cuir/cuy(r)”)—a basic starting point in finding spaces for shared political negotiation.

    These four points invite us, once again, to consider the importance of linguistic and cultural translation in the region. At the time of the conference, many theorizations of queer translation already existed;12 however, they didn’t offer sufficient inoculation for those of us who participated in the event to act more clearly, at least with respect to two of the discourses that most hampered the translation of queerness in Latin America: coloniality and neoliberalism (Domínguez-Ruvalcaba). In this sense, several blind spots in queer theory went uncalibrated in their shift from theory to practice, as they were largely gestated in colonial centers, inside the same knowledge-typifying scholarly formats.

    I believe that the Andean context shows us how every hemispheric, international, or global discussion of queerness in Latin America and the Caribbean moves through two types of translation relationships: on the one hand, the translation of queerness “in” Latin America; on the other, the translation of queerness “with” Latin America. Regarding the first, the translation of queerness “in” Latin America, it is essential to consider the different ways in which this word operates (or does not operate) in the region, including the numerous subjective hierarchies in existence, as well as differences between its constitutive countries, cities, and sub-regions. To undertake this complex operation, we must start with the fact that the term “queer,” however unstable it may be in English, is not translated ipso facto into other languages and belongs to a territory still marked by logics of domination, which means it produces an ethnocentric desire for terminological universalization (Venuti). As a result, perhaps queerness itself cannot be translated, but it is certainly possible to “cuirize” translation, that is, to treat translation as a political gesture (Mira) in which the signifier “queer” is contingent. Its defiant gesture is that which allows us to compare it to other words centered in different sexo-dissident subjectivities (loca, puto, puta, marica, travesti; transfeminism, faggotry, etc.) Thus, rather than transferring identity categories, we translate field categories (Sabsay, “Políticas”), which are more useful for political enunciation. In this way, the translation process, more than translation itself, is essential to finding possible frequencies and asymmetries that demand the production of critical and reciprocal works to disassemble the hierarchies implicit in certain binaries: academia/activism, scholarship/orality, and white and mestizo/indigenous and Afro, for instance. Translating queerness “in” Latin America (while acknowledging that this does not involve defining queerness as a template) enables dialogues between people traveling through academia, art, and activism as part of a community, city, or country, but also between countries, through encounters and disagreements that operate in the semantic and cultural movement of queerness.13

    By contrast, the second, queerness “with” Latin America, refers to the relationship between the Global North and South. More than concerning itself with the resulting signifiers and signifieds, it addresses the production of knowledge and the material conditions that make translation, and the circulation of a term like queerness, possible. The Brazilian sociologist Richard Miskolci asserts that queer theories have entirely neglected the colonial framework, “which underscores and privileges that which is created in the United States and Europe, relegating [queer or cuir] work from the South to an ethnographic status or as a resource for case studies” (21). If human movement marks translation (Cantú), and if said movement has been controlled by just a few countries since the establishment of European modernity, we must invariably discuss a geopolitics of queer translation that raises many questions within academia. Would queer people from the North attend a colloquium self-defined as cuir? Should English remain the lingua franca of the Southern academy in order to facilitate dialogues with the North, pushing languages like Portuguese or Quechua, which hinder a South-South dialogue, into the background? Which authors get cited in paper presentations, and in which language? Why do Northern norms of publication indexing, and the pressure to translate into English, seem to carry more weight in the South?14 What basic repertoire of queerness reaches the North in translation as a basis for the discussion? What is the relationship between migratory policies of the North and bodies from the South at the conferences and events we organize, and what effects do they have? What kind of value are we granting the spontaneous translations of non-academic groups?

    Some of these questions remain urgent with respect to regional reflections on queerness, which continue to grow; they betray real inadequacy in the moment not only of fagging queerness but also of dykeing knowledge. Therefore, it is imperative that discussions and translations of queerness, present and future, not only make local and regional sense but also question structures, practices, people, and institutions that preserve the geopolitics of knowledge in the North (and with the complicity of agents in the South). This refers to the fact that certain bodies and their accompanying concepts enter, are translated, and are institutionalized in the Third World without any need for a visa, whereas bodies and concepts from the Third World must struggle to travel in the opposite direction, South to North, bolstering the idea of contemporary barriers: the much-maligned wall on the southern border of the US or the protected borders of Fortress Europe.

    Given these reflections, I find it essential to view queerness in its arrival to the Andes as an old/new episode of the coloniality of knowledge in Latin America (Lander). By this I mean that it is not the first case of epistemic coloniality to be found in gender studies, nor will it be the last.15 In the region, critical tools such as transculturation, baroquization, and cannibalization recall the history of resistance to the cultural assimilation of terms. Moreover, the decolonization processes of Southern feminisms help outline the eventual decolonization of queerness (which, in the process, allows for the cuirization or encuyation of the decolonial) through translations against the grain: translations that disregard the original word; bad translations; or, as suggested by the Argentine academic Leticia Sabsay, translations with potential to produce “confusion and impossibility of dialogue” (Viteri and Castellanos 117). Fagging, dykeing, or travestifying queerness are also actions that resist the colonial legacy in countering grotesque practices such as academic extractivism, homonationalism, and cultural imposition, thus seeking the balanced, reciprocal traffic of bodies and ideas.

    It is within this complex lattice of cultural translations, and with the reflections I have undertaken here, that I intend to recover cuy potential as an act of translating rebellion within and beyond the academic circuit. The shift from queer to cuy(r) that occurred in Quito in 2013 was an impasse of translation—a concept that, as Joseph Pierce remarks, has the power to produce

    desiring reverberations that at the same time generate other forms of seeing, feeling, and understanding different (and dissident) forms of embodiment . . . [an impasse] that aims to undermine the imperial domination of the United States [and Europe] in terms of the production of knowledge—[and] depends on imperfect translations; on embodied proximities, gestures, affects, which in any moment may end in violence, failure, or silence. (31)

    The signifier “cuy(r)” overflows the bounds of translation itself (Viteri, Desbordes), profaning the word that may never be translated in the South, given the instability between the identity and practice of sexo-dissident subjectivities that necessarily multiply its signifieds. In this way, rather than barring the entrance of queerness into the language, cultures, and countercultures exposed to it, the intent is to rearrange the pacts of translatability (we do not entirely recognize ourselves in queerness, we are not entirely alienated from ourselves in queerness), proposing, in the political realm, other-practices of subjectification and action throughout the essential national, regional, and international dialogue that sexual dissidences must uphold.

    The Andean cuy of the activist proposal was a “bad translation” of queerness. Cuy comes from the guinea pig: the cuy, which could be referenced in Spanish as “el cuy,” masculine; “la cuy,” feminine; or “lx cuy,” gender-inclusive, one of the pre-Hispanic animals domesticated by our ancestral communities (Diamond) and subsequently by mestizo communities as well. El/la/lx cuy and its metaphorical use with respect to queerness does not constitute a literal translation (a recurring move in Spain, which at one point sought, with its monopoly on the language, to textually translate this word into Spanish)16 so much as it took up a word (cuy) that is similar enough sonically to parody the term “queer” (cuy…r) and to propose a differentiated signifier and signified. A cuir translation of queer that, through sexual and regional cheekiness, politically distinguishes a series of localized people and practices that refused to allow a post-colonial concept and apparatus, which rendered them circular, to name and universalize their practices as queer. The outcome of this episode, which accounts for the instability of cuy(r) identity in its Andean singularity,17 was that the abovementioned manifesto never arrived. Thus, the cuy(r) promise of institutionalizing protest was fleeting and strategic, which made cuy(r)ness very queer indeed, or perhaps queerness very cuy(r).

    From that day forward, and sporadically ever since, some of us who identify as sexual dissidents—in academia, activism, and art, in moments of togetherness and disagreement, with limited coordination but occasional collaborations—have been considering cuy(r) potentiality.18 “Cuy(r)” does not have one unified spelling: cuy(r), cuy-r, and cui/r may all be used. As a result, its possible appropriation and institutionalization is far more precarious. In the process of writing this article, I repeatedly introduced the word cuy(r) into the word processer, which automatically corrected it as cuy®: both a macabre and an eloquent metaphor for contemporary academia, which so often patents concepts in hopes of making them trending topics—evoking, in turn, the importance of eluding the logic of conceptual documentation. Thus, cuy(r)ness, a contemporary symptom of the unequal traffic in the economy of sexualities, has no future as an identity category, nor as an intent to become an avant-garde fag/dyke/non-binary practice with a mestizo flair (and therefore with the potential for ancestral appropriation). Cuy(r)ness would not represent the Andean region in the international queer space. Rather, it would appear as a questioning gesture, inscribed into a contradictory postcolonial history of gender in the territory of a Latin America that strives to become Abya Yala.

    Indeed, this curious word has made its way into the current debate (almost as if it were digging a little tunnel underground) and served as a catalyst for discrete thoughts and actions that have collaborated with interesting processes in different spaces. Without any intent to be prescriptive, exclusive, or systematic, I will put forth several ideas-in-progress, which I have deliberately decided not to develop in detail—both because this would exceed my capacities and because to do so would mean pivoting from an individual discourse toward certain ideas that outstrip both the scholarly and the personal; that is, pressuring cuy(r), cuy-r, and cui/r transience into becoming cuy®. In this sense, as Shih remarks, there is real danger in seeking to monopolize the signifieds of a signifier, particularly one still in the process of plural signification. I am confident that other people and collectives will continue to develop some of these ideas in the future.19

    Meanwhile, I will present several possible subjects that invite broader debate, and which, viewed in terms of the power of the cuy metaphor, I feel have potential for political impact.

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    Cuy anticoloniality, since the cuy is an animal designated mostly for human consumption, sparks horror in certain Westernizing eyes, which view hamsters or guinea pigs as pets; this makes it possible for a veiled ethnocentrism to insert itself. El/la/lx cuy underscores the contradiction of the Global North, the region that has imposed and maintained ecologically harmful lifestyles, which nonetheless views other means of interacting with nature in a condescending and Eurocentric way. An analogous case that may help us consider the discomfort caused by cuyness is that of the Kwaio people in the Solomon Islands, studied by the Australian anthropologist Roger Keesing. In his ethnographic work, Keesing recounts his horror when he learnsd that this population ate dolphins, which led him to tell the community that such animals were intelligent mammals and therefore shouldn’t be eaten. “Don’t eat that thing! . . . They’re like people, not fish! Look at its blood—it’s red and warm, like ours!” (18).20 Ironically, the animality/humanity divide was essential to the emergence of anthropology as a hegemonic discipline (Muscio 95). That is, the vision that privileges the Western human being over other beings in nature (which coincidentally makes the white European subject, the “non-savage,” more human rather than less) shapes a form of knowledge that serves to impart a “civilized” relationship between people and their environment. Emphasizing these paradoxes through powerful images, such as a platito de cuy,21 is important as a way to reveal certain anxieties in the Global North regarding their desire to discipline bodies.

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    Cuy promiscuity: with their voracious sexual practices, lxs cuyes can help reflect on and translate particular politics of desire in certain human populations of the region. The metaphor of the cuy allows for a departure from the idea of the productive, cisheteronormative body by encompassing forms of humanness associated with animality. Although he does little to question queer coloniality, Gabriel Giorgi argues that certain uses of the sexo-dissident body “also challenge species-belonging: leaving normative gender is always, in some way or other, a means of leaving the species; the recognizability of the human species involves having a legible, identifiable gender” (7). Kelly Perneth, the Afro-Colombian activist who lives in Ecuador, remarks on the need to call queerness cuyness:

    [calling] it ‘cuy’ through an intensely animal relationship, which has always been a way to satirize and represent Latin America and the Caribbean. Cuy/cuirness had more in common with its own quests, with agency toward re-presenting ourselves/de-enunciating ourselves from the outer edges of gringo and European centrality . . . Cuy for the Andes. Cuir to understand and define oneself as part of the Caribbean. (Perneth, Conversation)

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    Perhaps this cuy animality, associated with the sexual, can lead to translating “queering” (a verb that describes actions of political re-signification) as “encuyar”: a verb form entirely absent from the RAE, but certainly present in social networks as a way to describe rage, tenderness, and eroticisms from a playful perspective enabled by this sexed animal.22

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    Cuy bodily chaos may invite us to rethink both the potentialities of the flesh and certain sex/gender emancipations/impositions resulting from scientific discourse. In this sense, we might turn to the way in which researchers Charles Phoenix, Robert Goy, Arnold Gerall, and William Young analyzed the results obtained from administering androgens to guinea pigs and observed the changes in their development and sexual activity. This research made it possible to “think,” through an animal’s body, about the complex components of what we define—automatically, in a limited and binary fashion—as “man and woman” in the human body, and which articulate a kind of gender destiny. Their study helps scientists to continue establishing the endocrinological truth, insofar as it promises to approach gender through science-based interventions and protocols. Nonetheless, science itself can re-articulate mechanisms of domination and inequality resulting from coloniality in which some bodies—non-binary bodies, for example—are disciplined from a new normalizing destiny. According to Marlene Wayar, contemporary medicine involves “a biomedical construction of happiness,” to which this travesti theorist responds: “The meaning of this [biomedical] construct must be challenged. Who builds it and why,” specifically in order to question hormonation as a destiny for trans people (V. A. 53-54). This questioning invites us to reflect on other health paradigms. For example, in the Andes, the concept of buen vivir, good living, associated with the native principles of the Sumak Kawsay:23 as a case of intercultural medicine (in which two concepts of medicine and of life may coexist without one opposing the other), and as a way to contemplate wellbeing and other forms of bodily becoming that do not heed the mandates of Western medicine as the only option.

    In this economy of images and meanings in which science and the law continue to articulate discourses of truth, it is worth acknowledging that WikiHow, the tutorial division of Wikipedia, has a guide to overcoming the “difficulty of determining the sex of [a] guinea pig” (Elliot). This references the cuy’s characteristic elusiveness to the categorizing human eye. In numerous ways, a cuy is a contemporary catalyst for viewing this animal not only as a guinea pig or cavy, a physical repository for scientific experimentation, but also as a non-human animal.

    This idea may help us, in turn, consider other-signifiers in the contexts of health, sexual and reproductive rights, and living with dignity.

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    Cuy anality: among the primary images of the cuy in the Andes are depictions of its body impaled on a stick from anus to mouth, or vice-versa, which allows us to think in radical ways about a destiny of fatality and fear, inserted into the cisheterocentric perspective. The use of the metaphor of anal fatality, developed in queer theories from the North (Bersani), allows for the assembly of anal-ogous uses located in the Andes, in which the ass, as a site of shame, becomes a site of pleasure and empowerment (Cornejo). This idea is expressed in the Quito-based collective PachaQueer in their performance Ano-Sober-Ano (a play on words with ano, or anus, and the adjective soberano, sovereign), accompanied by the exhibition Ano-nimxs (“anónimxs” would be the gender-inclusive form of the adjective “anonymous”), which proposes to “reclaim the power of our cuerpas [a feminized adaptation of the word cuerpos, bodies] as a mechanism of liberation, one that allows us to cuyrify practices, identities, and imaginaries, and especially one that invites us to rethink individual and collective sovereignty, and its permanent cessation to states and institutions (PachaQueer). Likewise, Kelly Perneth, through lesboanti-racist positions in the Andes, seeks to decenter the anus as a way to acknowledge the gay man or fag (“Cavidades”), incorporating the anus as a key organ for pleasure and sexo-dissident thought through the concept of diva-cagación (a play on words with the verb divagación, which means wandering or digression, and the verb cagar, to shit). Forms of sex/gender disobedience and an amplification of the possibilities of the flesh.

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    The shift in cuy humanist/environmentalist paradigms makes it possible to revalue ancestral modes that recognize nature as a living subject and challenge the colonial hierarchy that positions human beings at the center of the world, as well as a return to rurality, questioning urbanity as a symbol of a better life. In this sense, interventions from the indigenous world into Western views are key. As Nina Pacari clarifies:

    According to the indigenous worldview, all beings in nature are invested with energy, which is samai, and are therefore living beings: a rock, a river (water), a mountain, the sun, plants; in short, all beings are alive and they too have families, feel joy and sorrow just like human beings . . . We are all part of a whole, and even though we are different, we are complementary, we need each other . . . Many readers will believe that this way of thinking borders on folklore, or that it’s a matter of the indigenous past. Not so. Tradition keeps thought and its resulting practice alive. Indeed, the application of this concept is what has made it possible, amid the destruction unleashed by developmentalism and modernism, for eighty percent (80%) of biodiversity in Latin America to exist in the territory of indigenous peoples. (130-131)

    The reflections resulting from ancestral Andean worldviews have had political consequences: for example, the fact that the Constitution of Ecuador acknowledges the rights of nature has illustrated the importance of native thought at work in an ethical shift in the globalizing paradigm. Contemplating fag-futurity, without having to sift it through heterocentered Latin American reproduction or the dystopia and submission to pleasure of Northern gay subjects, may find support in a respectful engagement with ancestral worldviews.

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    Cuy dialogue, which takes place in the act of eating, can enable forms of encounter between mestizo (and white) communities and indigenous and Afro-descendant communities, without appropriation by the hegemonic white-mestizo discourse. Seen through this lens, it is impossible to think of cuyness without ending up in the intercultural paradigm that dispenses with multiculturality, in which diverse cultures gather under the umbrella of the hegemonic culture-—Western culture—to assemble themselves through anticoloniality. Viewing interculturality as a still nonexistent project, one that asserts itself as a collective construction of people and forms of knowledge (including those associated with gender and sexuality), prompts considerations of “a sociopolitical process and project addressing the construction of new and different societies, relations, and living conditions” (Walsh 140). Given the globalization of LGBTI identities, intercultural dialogues are essential, as they nourish the critical formation of and collaborations within sexual dissidence.

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    Cuy emotion: the means of representing this animal may help us consider new kinds of affect and interrelation among dissident communities. In this sense, the reflections derived from feminisms, faggisms, and travesti thinking proves essential: they seek to disassemble certain forms of academic, activist, and artistic action that, in the belligerence against the cisheteropatriarchal regime, have activated careless forms of action. Viewing tenderness as a radical mode of care is crucial in reformulating the actions and affects of different activist spaces. Likewise, the act of politicizing negative emotions, such as resentment and anger, may produce a localized knowledge that does not so much avoid feelings that might depart from reason and good judgment as it understands the value of affects in the production of knowledge.

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    Cuy anti-racism: the genealogies of subjectification in the conquest-era Spanish language with respect to “other races”; for example, the word “mestizo,” used to identify a mix between white and indigenous “as contrary to nature as that other unquestionably familiar example—donkeys crossed with horses—” (Caillavet 312). The example of “mulatto or mulatta, words rooted in the mule, a young undisciplined animal” (Segura 18), speaks to the anxieties harbored by the white First-World body on purity and control. Cuy(r)ness as a present-day response in Andean Spanish can challenge policies of castes and colorisms in a way that defends animality and flirts with anti-racist proposals. I believe that understanding and not-understanding queerness, rather than parodying it through cuy(r)ness in order to arrive at certain critical applications, has proven to be an interesting means of appropriation and precarious movement. Without erasing colonial remnants, it has articulated a productive concept within the local sphere, which has successfully produced critical positions that forge a discrete and more equitable international dialogue on the subject of dissident sexualities. A promising and contradictory form of loca-lization that does not renounce the exchange of knowledge, but is protected from neocolonial structures and dynamics traversing academia, the art world, and activism. Below, and in response to the trail of the cuy(r) gesture that aspires to a broader root system for queerness, confronting the universalizing rhetoric of globalization, I will present a theoretical approach that seeks to cuyify contradictory heterogeneity, a key concept for Andean and Latin American literatures. Revisited through gender and decolonial knowledge, this concept can help us better understand the sexo-dissident writings of this region.

    Contradictory Heterogeneity: The Potentiality and Sex/Gender blindness of a Key Concept

    The Andean space is characterized by chasms that speak not only to the region’s rugged mountain peaks and plains but also to stark cultural precipices. Before Spanish conquest, the coexistence of various populations made for complex societies, articulating particular logics in which power was forged: sometimes with force, sometimes with reciprocity (Murra). By contrast, Spanish colonization imposed a cultural system—the Western system—that caused grotesque asymmetries. They made the abovementioned chasms unbridgeable and prolonged them in time, even after national independence was secured across the region. Thus, a series of paradoxes appeared when indigenous, Afro-descendent, mestizo, and black bodies and subjectivities had to coexist under the hegemonic Western cultural umbrella, which reduced multiple cultures and their diverse subjectivities to the modern paradigm’s pretension of singularity.

    Antonio Cornejo Polar was likely the most important Andean literary critic of the past century. He translated this historical quandary—the chasms and their structural and subjective consequences following the instatement of the Spanish colonial regime—into the Andean literary field in order to study how these profound cultural and subjective contradictions appear in regional texts, acknowledging the impossibility of unifying what is complex and diverse into a single concept of literature. His revelatory theory had such impact that it became a model, an agenda, which provided a useful interpretive key for engaging with other Latin American literatures (“Para una agenda”). In this respect, Cornejo Polar remarks:

    Latin American literary theory works on an illegitimately shortened oeuvre . . . Oral literatures in native languages and even in popular Spanish-language literature, whether oral or written, are banished from the realm of national literature . . . This expresses the universalization of the cultural canon of dominant groups . . . The entire process reveals the failure of the Latin American bourgeoisie. (“Unidad” 80-81)

    To better understand the different ways in which Andean cultures are reflected in literary texts, Cornejo Polar proposed a key concept: contradictory heterogeneity (Escribir). He defines this concept as “processes of producing literatures in which two or more sociocultural worlds discordantly intersect . . . making them scattered, fractured, unstable, contradictory, and atypical within their own limits” (10). These literary texts, even in following the Western model, cannot erase native cultures, popular knowledge, or orality from their pages, as these elements are part of their context and its aesthetics. Andean texts often symptomize the complex cultural coexistence that seeks to reduce heterogeneity to one single thing, spilling forth a series of incongruities and paradoxes that add complexity, texture, and richness to their content.

    Based on this conceptualization, Cornejo Polar also proposes complex processes of subjectification without yielding to a deceptive, assimilationist mestizo identity/ideology that absorbs different cultures in a de-problematized and utilitarian way (Cornejo Polar, “Unidad”; Sanijnés). Instead, Cornejo Polar presents a heterogeneous and contradictory subjectivity:

    A plural subject that undergoes different experiences in discontinuous temporalities, associated with diverse cultures . . . that recognizes the unviability (and even illegitimacy) of a model that collapses what is multiple, diverse, and inconsistent into oneness . . . A new textual subject . . . whose single presence, however intermittent and subordinate, substantially alters the order and limits of the literary space of Andean nations. (Escribir 43, 197, 200)

    In this way, we find a rigorous project that illuminates the antagonistic coexistence (in both the texts and bodies) between native and Western, learned and popular, hegemonic and peripheral—which, in their historical evolution, have created a cultural system and subjectivities that are different and even opposed to their European counterparts.24 These include paradoxes, discordances, and forms of violence reflected in literary and artistic representation, and they offer their own record of Andean and Latin American cultural products. Moreover, this conceptual apparatus has far more density in explaining different phenomena in the Andean region than other concepts do, for example, baroquization (Echeverría), hybridity (García Canclini), or transculturation (Ortiz). In the words of Mabel Moraña, it is “a call to the processes of cultural translation” (xii) that have been relevant to the Andean region and its own logics since the colonial period.25

    To construct his theoretical framework, Cornejo Polar states that there is an initial moment, located today in the time-space of myth, that allows us to understand the start not only of colonization but also of heterogeneous and contradictory literatures and subjectivities. This is an episode related in the chronicles of various authors, and it reveals the beginning of the end of the Inca civilization: the dialogue between Atahuallpa and Valverde the priest. In it, the clergyman gives a Bible to the Andean monarch, telling him that it contains the word of God to see how he reacts. Atahuallpa takes the book and brings it to his ear: his cultural system is rooted in orality, which is the means of access to the divine word. Hearing no response, he tosses the book aside—an act of sacrilege in the priest’s view. Valverde orders Pizarro, the most “successful” conquistador in the area, who was hiding in the bushes, to attack the Inca army and capture Atahuallpa. Here, in the impossibility of reading and writing in the lettered format, we find “the history of the failure of the book itself” (Cornejo, Escribir) when it comes to containing the diverse body of regional knowledge: the native sovereign and the entire indigenous population are apprehended, the dialogue is broken, and writing is imposed over orality.

    I would like to explore the value of Cornejo Polar’s conceptualization in order to consider the aesthetic and political possibilities inserted into Andean literary texts and subjectivities, but also to point out a blind spot in his proposal: gender, which does not appear as a category of his analysis. Accordingly, my study strives to carry on an Andean tradition of resistance to totalizing views by criticizing, precisely, the sex/gender universalization at work in Cornejo Polar’s contradictory heterogeneity—a concept that points to a false cisheteropatriarchal universalism, as I will explain below. By analyzing, questioning, and making the term mutate, it is possible to forge a dialogue with the cuy(r) proposals of sexual dissidence in the region by contemplating politics of queer destabilization, especially those centered on racialized bodies, even if produced in the Global North.

    To do so, I suggest that this episode—the dialogue between Atahuallpa and Valverde, rooted in the epic, a traditionally masculine genre—proves insufficient in considering a principle as complex as contradictory heterogeneity. Which means we must turn to another incident in the period: the burning of the sodomites. Indeed, certain colonial chronicles recount how the Spanish conquistadors exterminated entire populations for the heinous sin of sodomy, a term that grouped together a series of practices and simultaneously criminalized them (Jordan); we may view this event as a gender genocide. Take, for example, the account of Pedro Gutiérrez de Santa Clara, which describes the extermination of the natives on the coast of present-day Ecuador:

    With these wicked men having gone so long without women, and the devil himself having tricked them and blinded them and distracted them from natural reason, they engaged in drunken revelry, in which they began to employ the heinous sin . . . Juan de Olmos, a neighbor from the village of Puerto Viejo, burned a great many of these perverse and diabolical Indians, as the high Justice he was at that time, although the people were under his jurisdiction, so that they would be parted from this pestiferous and diabolical vice, and never took advantage of the authority still vested in him. (317-18)

    This is a rich account of sexual other-subjectivities (named by the conquistadores as sodomites after the sin in question) is itself uprooted with brutal violence by colonization. Ironically, the only remaining record of these lifestyles is this chronicle, a text full of nooks and hideaways, vacillating between history and fiction, which buries the native subject altogether. Unlike the episode of Atahuallpa, the incident of the sodomite-burning was not reconstructed by any genre, literary or popular, nor was it theorized. Its long suppression has only now come to an end, thanks to the rise of gender studies.

    If the act of tossing aside the book that cannot be heard is the foundational moment that marks the bloody imposition of the Western writing system over the native one, the burning of the sodomites is the act that represents the violent annihilation of a broad system of gender that, from the West to the Andes, renders the sodomite body to ash—”sodomite” being an adjective that inexactly describes certain homodesiring and non-binary identities.26 Thus, the imposition of writing over orality is parallel to the destruction of a broad sex/gender cultural system that, through fire, becomes dichotomous, cisgendered, and heterosexually obligatory (Benavides; Horswell). On the one hand, the book becomes the receptacle that monopolizes culture and seeks to replace orality; on the other, the cisheterosexual body monopolizes gender performativity (Butler), seeking to silence non-heteronormative practices and bodies dissenting from the gender binary. However, despite the imposition of writing, the book cannot be constituted as a totalizing reality of knowledge in the Andes, which leads contradictory heterogeneity to appear as the guiding force of Andean texts. The lettered text reveals interferences and contradictions with orality and discordances with whiteness/mestizaje that must also often grapple with indigeneity. By this same logic, the anti-sodomite fire, however “successful” in destroying pre-Colombian subjectivities deemed heinous, fails as soon as it tries to contain the possibilities of the body: despite the gender binary and mandatory heterosexuality, multiple colonial texts (and later texts) will address the persistence of varied bodies and desires disobeying the impositions of the West.

    Cornejo Polar did not consider the impossibility of uniformizing culture through the hegemonic sex/gender model, even when he had the opportunity to do so27—probably because his own site of annunciation did not allow him to perceive the patriarchy as a political system (Millet), and therefore also part of culture. This approach means that his theory is based on heterogeneity, but also in heterosexism, which exacerbates the contradiction that he himself put forth. Indeed, the multiple subjectivities of the Andes are forced to live not only under a hegemonic cultural model but also under a heteronormative, patriarchal, and cis-sexist regime. This too is present in Andean cultural roots. Heterogeneity is multiple, complex, and contradictory. It accounts for varied forms of life and cultural documentation. Consequently, it should include the diverse ways in which the body and the cultures it embodies become written texts. However, it would seem that heterogeneity can only be contemplated in patriarchal terms, as the social contract, signed in the age of modernity, treats heterosexuality as mandatory (Wittig), and the man/woman sexual binary is imposed as a universal law, especially through science (Fausto-Sterling).28 Thus, the rich concept of heterogeneity loses its power. This matter grows more evident with the study of Andean sexo-diverse and sexo-dissident jargon, which uses the shortened form “hétero” or “hetero” as a synonym for a heterosexual person. As a result, for example, Frau Diamanda/Héctor Acuña, a travesti artist from Peru, asserts that the shortened form hetero “only speaks to heterosexuality, losing its geometric/spatial quality” (9).

    To resolve this omission, this new chasm overlooked by Cornejo Polar, I find it important to revisit his concept in order to properly understand the vast fabric of bodies and sexualities that is the Andes and is expressed in its literature. To do so, I propose a mutant concept, derived and diverted from Cornejo Polar’s, that accounts not only for the cultural complexities of sexuality but also for the various sites of enunciation required in contemporary academia (Haraway; Mignolo, “Posoccidentalismo”), an important antidote for protecting critical thinking from universalist aspirations. In this sense, it is crucial to sodomize, faggify, dykeify, travestify, encuyify contradictory heterogeneity so that it may enunciate certain peripheral and nonglobalizing sexualities (somewhat different from LGBTI sexualities)—which in turn will help us think of/from a fag register, a butch register, a puto, cola, playo register, as well as an Andean, Abya Yala-ist, and Latin American one. My proposal, likewise loca-lized, is to consider a contradictory heterofaggeneity: a fluid, parodic concept that allows us to grasp the complex cultural coexistences that view the sex/gender construct as nodal in regional literatures.

    Contradictory Heterofaggeneity: A Cuy(r) Approach Through Literary Theory

    As a fag interested in discussing fag subjectivities, I propose the concept of contradictory heterofaggeneity. I do so in order to loca-lize my own knowledge, which does not claim to be universal but only subjectivized, and which is inscribed within a critical framework (not without its tensions) that links gender and anticoloniality. This concept, following this perspective, mutates depending on who enunciates it: a non-heterosexual woman might speak of a “heterodykegeneity,” a Costa Rican person might refer to a “heteroplayogeneity,” a person with a disability might comment on a “heterocripgeneity.”29 The possibility of discussing unfixed subjectivities that change according to their complex intersections with race, class, desire, nation, or disability status, forges critical, opportunistic, and productive dialogues with queerness. In this sense, I should mention that heterofaggeneity can (and must) operate as an intradiegetic concept (within the literary text). In addition to loca-lizing knowledge, this concept enunciates certain means of interpretation in dissonant characters, narrators, or spaces with respect to more globalized LGBTI identities and narratives. In analyzing the narrative of an intradiegetic character—for example, Joaquín in La noche es virgen [The Night is Young] by Jaime Bayly—we might consider a characterization and even a narrative structure of heterolimpwristedgeneity. In the case of literatures beyond the Andes, we might think of Manuela in El lugar sin límites [The Limitless Place], a classic novel of José Donoso’s region, in discussing a contradictory heterotravestigeneity. Such phenomena make it impossible to read these works unquestioningly, viewing these characters and narrations as gay or trans without needing to follow another analytical route (along the lines that “queering” suggests) that accounts for a series of intersections and agencies marked by the existence of regional chasms expressed in different texts.

    Contradictory heterofaggeneity seeks to insert gender, especially from a place of sexual dissidence,30 into a theoretical debate that has been far too “hétero.”31 In this sense, the concept seeks to explain that gender categories and sexual binarism are rooted in colonization; as a result, they are not immutable, ahistorical realities, but are inscribed into bodies and texts. Precisely by analyzing the interaction between coloniality and gender, heterofaggeneity can reveal a complex system marked by multiple and often aggressive contradictions in which chasms of class, race, and sexuality appear in the cultural texts of the region. In addition, it has the potential of positioning fag, travesti, dyke, cola, and touched-by-thunder subjectivities and examining their paradoxes in order to loca-lize the debate through concepts and practices beyond the global identity-based traffic of possible sexualities. In the case of regional literatures, for instance, this concept shows a system in which complex subjectivities coexist. Beyond traditional dichotomies such as written/oral, lettered/popular, and Hispanic/native, this system incorporates—never so aptly put—other pairs stemming from the agency of the flesh, such as hetero/homo, man/woman, cis/trans, Hispanic/native/Afro. Therefore, it is a concept that draws on a consideration of affects and illness. But it is also nourished by other cuir ideas, including, to mention just a few: the valuation of loca-l sexual forms, the strategic use of theories from the North, and the aesthetic and political register. It feeds, too, on other de-colonial materials: the changing notions of culture, interculturality, and the decolonization of knowing and being. I believe that this amalgam of knowledge could enact an analysis worthy of the Andean regional reality.

    In my study of twentieth-century literatures in the Andes (De las cenizas), I explore texts and authorships from the area that exhibit insurmountable paradoxes with sexual dissidences—and their respective intersections of race, class, and coloniality—at their center. Hence, I have gone on to consider this concept as a means of explaining the complex aesthetics and actions present in texts and authors from this region. For example, the lettered literary canon has defined Pablo Palacio as the author who initiated the homodesiring model in Ecuador and probably across the region, even though the homosexual character dies a violent death in his texts (Serrano).32 This is nonsense in the very conception of what the rule ought to be, at least from a pedagogical perspective; a rule, that is, that seeks to impart the values that should remain in a society (Mignolo, “Los cánones”). When we understand that a classic author from the region puts forth a hidden homosexuality that is immediately annihilated in his texts, where orality and writing intersect in a state of conflict, this is a case of contradictory heteroviciousgeneity.

    For his part, in his novel La noche es virgen, the bisexual Peruvian author Jaime Bayly, who has tended to align himself aesthetically and politically with the most hegemonic Western ideas, articulates a narrative in which intense homoerotic desire is presented through a loose, indirect discourse that simulates orality. Meanwhile, his presentation as a proper heterosexual man is described through direct discourse. This fragmented use of language, also present in other novels by Bayly, enunciates a politics of desire in which his characters—who vacillate between being homosexual, gay, and bisexual—are continually associating themselves with mestizaje as a whitewashed reality that brings them into contact with the United States and Spain. At the same time, this reality distances them from the fag and street cultures of Lima, with whom the more affluent characters pursue sexual exchanges.33 An example, in short, of contradictory heterobigeneity.

    Another illustrative case is that of Julieta Paredes, who has been part of feminist collectives such as Mujeres Creando [Women Creating] and Comunidad Mujeres Creando [Women Creating Community]. She has written poetry and essays, both lettered genres—but also worked in graffiti and audiobooks, both popular subgenres, from a collective perspective, tearing down the Western idea of individual authorship and emphasizing a communal, lesbian, Aymara feminism. Yet she writes in Spanish, not Aymara, due to the patriarchal violence inflicted on her body (Falconí Travez, “Entrevista”), refuses to be defined as a poet, and, in recent years, has been involved in episodes of abuse committed against her community of women, all questions that characterize a contradictory heterodykegeneity.

    In his novel El desbarrancadero [The Cliff], Fernando Vallejo explores the peripheral place of Colombia, a sub-Andean territory (Arellano), in the history of the struggle against HIV/AIDS, by revealing the dehumanizing treatment of seropositive people in the Global South. In this auto-fictional text, which is intertextually linked to his other novels, he establishes a difference between, on the one hand, certain white and mestizo bodies, for which he cares through the meticulous protection of his writing,34 as well as the animals he deeply values—and, on the other hand, other racialized, feminine, or precarious corporealities, ravaged by a more oral use of the language. This, then, is a clear case of contradictory heteropillowbitergeneity.

    Finally, in two texts, Adalberto Ortiz recovers a being, La Tunda, hailing from the mythology of Afro-Pacific oral and literary cultures of the northern Andean region, thus tightening the boundaries between writing and orality. La Tunda, who abducts children to change their personalities, is depicted as a sexually voracious entity that oscillates between masculine and feminine, and which connects Afro-descendant and Montubian populations. This figure constitutes a proto-queer character who does not require queerness in order to exist, albeit with patriarchal overtones that perpetuate the culture of female rape and express regional contradictions. What’s more, La Tunda carries out “tundifications,” actions that subjectively and sexually transform people and may be considered a kind of queering. Ortiz’s literature assembles, then, a contradictory heterobattingfortheotherteamgeneity that can be dis/associated from/with queer thinking. Contradictory heterofaggeneity and all its variations are an interpretive key that can be applied to more than just literature.35 However, in literary and oraliterary texts, as well as in authorships of the Andean region, it finds a loca-lized analysis toward understanding sex/gender contradictions caused by the imposition of coloniality, which has continued in numerous ways into the present.

    Colaphon

    Katie King remarks that queer theory is contingent in transnational contexts, while Judith Butler asserts that queerness is “never fully owned” (228), needing to remain in that place of uncertainty in order to ensure its critical possibility. Likewise, in their volume on understanding queer translation, Epstein and Giller state that “queer translation theory is able to point up, and to a certain extent shrilly parody, the constitutive incoherence of the totalitarian thinking through which the dominant ideology reaffirms itself.” Thus, unlike most ideas coming from the West, which seek to enthrone themselves with knowledge, certain seminal voices in queer theory have made use of mechanisms to contextualize it, rename it, and even discard it to keep from articulating a totalizing definition of bodies and sexualities. Despite this good will, other authors more attuned to coloniality have remarked that certain postmodern concepts in Latin America, once they are “shopworn” or “out of fashion” in colonial centers, have a “profitable second life” in the region (Beverley and Oviedo, 1995), thus losing their power or initial effectiveness and reinstating the colonial episteme. With such precedents in Latin America, where several cultural translations of queerness have been published (Rapisardi; Rivas; La Fountain-Stokes), and faced with the eternal dilemma of linguistically and culturally translating the concepts gestated in the West, perhaps it would be better to “tundify” translation itself. Contradictory heteromecogeneity, heteroputogeneity, and heteromariposóngeneity are, precisely, anti-universalist attempts to exceed the semantic translations of queerness by taking sexo-dissident subjectivity and action into account (queering, in other words)—and without overlooking the global geopolitical inequalities that, in spite of everything, must not halt strategic international dialogues.

    Like all concepts that begin in the heart of theory, mine seeks a sense of continuity to measure its worth. Nonetheless, its very mutability according to the site of sexo-dissident enunciation, as well as the very genesis of its conception, impede both its stabilization and its certainty. Just like the cuy(r) manifesto that was never written, it is highly probable that the concept of contradictory heterofaggeneity, with its possible variants and routes, will be more a symptom than a model of precise application. And so the outline I have presented here is a queer concept, albeit with a cuir and especially a cuy(r) genealogy that better explains a purpose and a possible disorganizing, politicizing utility of sexualities—even (and time will tell) that of being a fragmentary, mutating, “failed” concept (Halberstam). A concept that served only to take stock, once again, of cultural chasms, and the difficulties of unifying translations to define the vast history of sexualities in the Andes and across Abya Yala.

    Diego Falconí Travéz is an Associate Professor at the Universitat Autonoma de Barcelona, and Professor at the Universidad San Francisco de Quito.

    Robin Myers is a poet and Spanish-to-English translator. Recent translations include Salt Crystals by Cristina Bendek (Charco Press), Copy by Dolores Dorantes (Wave Books), The Dream of Every Cell by Maricela Guerrero (Cardboard House Press), The Book of Explanations by Tedi López Mills (Deep Vellum Publishing), and The Restless Dead by Cristina Rivera Garza (Vanderbilt University Press), among other works of poetry and prose. She was double-longlisted for the 2022 National Translation Award in poetry. She lives in Mexico City.

    Notes

    1. This article originally used a non-unified form of the word cuy(r), which is sometimes written as cuy-r or cuy/r. However, in response to an editorial request, I have chosen to use the form cuy(r) throughout, adhering to the original phonetics of its formulation. First published as “La Heteromaricageneidad Contradictoria Como Herramienta crítica cuy(r) En Las Literaturas Andinas.” Revista Interdisciplinaria De Estudios De Género De El Colegio De México, vol. 7, no. 1, July 2021, pp. 1-39.

    2. The 2012 colloquium was originally organized by María Amelia Viteri, Santiago Castellanos, and myself, with support from our respective academic institutions (FLACSO Ecuador, San Francisco University in Quito [USFQ], and the Autonomous University of Barcelona [UAB]). Initially, the 2013 conference was meant to be a continuation of the colloquium, but due to impositions we found expressive of “civilizatory” mandates (a kind of queer FMI or FIFA that demanded numerous requirements in order to hold the event in Quito) from the leadership team at Queering Paradigms, Burkhard/Bee Scherer, both Santiago and I decided to leave the organization, although we did attend the event and participate in several activities.

    3. All Spanish-to-English translations throughout this article are Robin Myers’s.

    4. María Amelia Viteri, one of the organizers, states: “Queering Paradigms V (QP5): Disrupting Paradigms was held for the first time in the Andean region and in a Spanish-speaking country, Ecuador. In hopes of understanding how queer perspective can pose alternative conceptions of modernity, QP5: Disrupting Paradigms interlaced horizontal academic dialogues with and through art, as well as a conversation, articulation, and theorization of art’s impact on this discussion—non-antagonistically combining activist strategies and academic concerns, for example. Besides bringing art into the academy, QP5 served as a bridge between activism and academia, delving deeper into the influence of the arts. We were accompanied by international activists on the global level; as for the Americas, we invited Lía García (Mexico), Carlos Motta (Colombia/NYC), Malú Machuca Rose (Peru), and Felipe Rivas and Raúl Martínez Quiroz (Chile) to converse with Ecuadorian activists such as Elizabeth Vázquez, Jorge Medranda, Leticia Rojas, Sara Solórzano, Diane Rodríguez, Mariefranci Córdova, Manuel Acosta, and PachaQueer, among many others” (Testimony).

    5. Gabrielle Esteban, an important trans activist in this narration of cuy(r)ness, remarks: “Besides, I crashed it [laughter]. That was one of our critiques: they didn’t contact organizations. It was an academic event, but we activists weren’t invited because we didn’t communicate from that place, from queerness.”

    6. Rafael Correa, Ecuadorian president and self-declared leftist who facilitated certain social advancements during his administration, took continual actions to silence feminist groups, especially in response to the call for the de-penalization of abortion that criminalized hundreds of women. He also articulated forms of violence with respect to sexual diversity and dissidence. On his Saturday address of December 13, 2014, he criticized “gender ideology” and said “enough with men looking like women and women looking like men! . . . don’t impose that on children . . . I’d rather a woman look like a woman and a man look like a man . . . this ideology is incredibly dangerous . . . it destroys the foundation of society, which remains the conventional family.” At the time of the conference, it felt important to hold critical dialogues, as the president’s high popularity due to certain anti-imperialist and social justice-oriented actions made it difficult to understand, from the outside, the complex situation facing feminist and sexually diverse people in Ecuador. This also points to the challenges of organizing conferences with national funding if the Chief of State himself, in this case, held personal beliefs so hostile to gender and maintained such ironclad control over national resources.

    7. The word loca has multiple meanings associated with gender. For example, a loca may refer pejoratively to a liberated woman, a homosexual man, or a travesti person. The word “localization” plays on the word “localization,” which traditionally refers to the positioning of something. In the case of “loca-lization,” this term is situated in a terrain of counter-hegemonic, transfeminist, sexo-dissident knowledge as an alternative to globalization. Loca-lization may be translated as a form of queering perspective or queer-situated knowledge, thus situating itself in a decolonial Latin American episteme.

    8. In the original Spanish version of this text, I referred to Esteban as “lx activista” and incorporated sexo-dissident movements’ proposal to use the letter “x” instead of the “o” or the “a,” at least for subjectivity-designating nouns, in order to go beyond the definition of masculine or feminine. That said, I recognize the possible inconsistencies that may arise and hinder the reading of this written form. As an apocryphal mode, currently without any chance at formal establishment, it seeks to break with the binary of the Spanish language in academic writing-a matter I believe is essential in helping us consider the linguistic constructions of gender and coloniality that, in the Latin American case, are still put forth by the Royal Spanish Academy (RAE, in Spanish). Moreover, I wish to respect the personal (in)definition of certain people cited in this text who identify as non-binary or trans.

    9. La Coca, an activist in the PachaQueer collective, adds in the same vein: “Questioning queerness with a ‘q’ was the result of this white, Anglo-Saxon, bourgeois discourse. Later, when the ‘c’ came into use, I think it was coopted by academia. Then it was like lots of texts started using this as evidence for the irreverence of queerness” (“Ni hombres ni mujeres”).

    10. In the region, seropositive activism in the 1990s US (ACTUP and Queer Nation), which lay the groundwork for the political articulation of queerness, is far-removed from the demands that make queerness visible in Latin America: abortion, the precariousness of travesti life, racism in sexo-dissident communities. etc. Criticism of gay gentrification and certain feminist limitations with respect to trans people may be adjacent perimeters, although they certainly call for critical contextualization. In this sense, Kelly Perneth, a Colombian-born, Afrodescendent activist and thinker in Ecuador who identifies as anti-racist and a migrant, lays out her own reasons for using cuy(r): “I decided to mutate the concept of the queer—which quickly went from being the catch-all term of academic gays and non-heteros to being asserted in a world of intellectuals—and decided to call it ‘cuy,’ evoking an intensely animal relationship that has always been a way to satirize and represent Latin America and the Caribbean. Cuy/cuirness had more in common with its own quests, with the agency toward re-presenting ourselves/deenunciating ourselves from the outer edges of gringo and European centrality” (Perneth, Conversation).

    11. The author remarks: “Given certain trends that search migration for a nearly apotheosizing celebration of deterritorialization . . . I believe that migratory displacement doubles (at least) the territory of the subject and offers or condemns them to speaking from more than one place” (“Una heterogeneidad” 841). In the case of the conference, we must acknowledge the context in which many of us who were seeking to dialogue with queerness had encountered this concept and its practices in the so-called “First World,” returning later to our countries of origin to examine its worth. Likewise, it is important to mention that certain activisms present at the conference hailed from places such as Colombia and Peru, as well as from regions beyond the capital of Ecuador, representing other migrations and displacements.

    12. The argument over the instability of the term “queer,” in its own language, already entailed such an exercise. In this sense, a theorization of queerness has been conducted by the white Anglo-Saxon academy (Brontsema), second-generation Latinas in the US (color critique is essential in this regard [Muñoz]), Latin American diasporas in the US and England (Viteri, “‘Queer’”; Sabsay, “‘What’s’”), and the Latin American academy in situ (Sutherland). These were followed by reflections on translation in Latin American diasporas in Spain (Piña; Falconí Trávez, “De lo queer/cuir/cuy(r)”).

    13. This debate also prompts consideration of the differences among Latin American countries and how important it is for nations with less of a voice in the so-called “international concert” to be better heard.

    14. For over a year now, I have coordinated, in collaboration with colleagues living in the US, a dossier of cuir politics and hemispheric translation in Latin America (titled “Traducción, decolonialidad y lo inconmensurable” [“Translation, Decoloniality, and the Incommensurable”]) in a prestigious US journal of gay and lesbian studies, which is indexed in several of the databases most coveted by the international system. When we met with the director of the journal—a person with extensive publishing experience and an ethical, respectful, dialogic view of subjectivities and knowledge from the South—she was not familiar with the databases in which her own journal was indexed. Later, talking with the editorial group of the dossier about the importance of publications in indexed journals, it emerged that indexing is not particularly important on the US tenure track (in fact, my colleagues weren’t aware of the most popular indexation systems: Scopus, Social Sciences Citation Index, etc.), while the content of the article is. In sum, this measurement system is less important in the North.

    In contrast to the lesser importance of indexes, many people in the South, for reasons like securing the equivalent of a tenured position, accessing academic incentives, or justifying research projects, must publish their articles in indexed journals. In Ecuador, over the past four years, I have directed one of these publications in the legal field, which the university itself requires to be indexed, enabling the internationalization of knowledge and expanding access to quality standards that are ultimately beneficial to the institution as a whole. To fulfill the indexing requirements, my editorial team and I have spent these four years following a series of steps and instructions imposed by the companies that authorize these indexes, located in the Global North. These requirements have demanded a great deal of time and capital, even beyond what it already takes to establish a biannual journal (for example, paying someone to copyedit all translations into English). Such academic asymmetries also call for complex debates in the field of queerness. I recommend reading the introduction to the dossier we are currently compiling (forthcoming in the US, as well as in two journals in Latin America in 2021), as it addresses these asymmetries of queerness. However, there has also been some resistance within the academy to these types of practices.

    15. I must stress that queerness, even if it functions as a kind of gender scapegoat, is not the only construct of our complex field of knowledge with this lineage. Indeed, feminism itself has had to evolve into decolonial feminism or communal feminism in order to make sense within a series of embodiments marked by race or coloniality; authors such as Shih argue that the arrival of feminism “is not unlike any other concepts originating from the West, whose travel is facilitated by steam engines, airplanes, computers, and like all the others, superior armaments, all of which buttress their assumed universalism” (73).

    16. The case of Ricardo Llamas and his twisted theory is eloquent in this regard.

    17. Evidenced, for example, by the circular temporality that is neither fully chronological nor as certain as Western temporality, or by relations marked by spatial and cultural verticality (Ayala Mora).

    18. Spaces such as PachaQueer and their concept of gender cuyness, the pro-abortion cuyero activism of Kelly Inés Perneth, the residency Con registro cuy-r [With Cuy-r Documentation], and the artistic and curatorial research work of Eduardo Carrera, are just four of the ones I know and with which I have been in touch.

    19. In evaluating this article, one reviewer asked me twice to elaborate on ideas of cuy(r)ness, despite the fact that I wanted to leave them less developed so as to keep from modulating the debate from within the academic context. Although I understand the gesture and have tried to comply with requests for revision, I hope to leave the possibility open for other ideas and genealogies, necessarily beyond this scholarly reflection, to appear.

    20. Keesing ends his observation on an ironic note, recounting that cannibalism was documented in the Kwaio population during the Victorian era. This remark leads him to embrace a kind of cultural relativism more than any real awareness of his own colonialism-induced ethnocentric gaze.

    21. A colloquial phrase for the dish that includes grilled guinea pig with a side, usually potatoes.

    22. The Facebook page “Memes de cuyos” is one example of this apocryphal use.

    23. Luis Macas remarks that “buen vivir” is not an adequate Spanish translation of Sumak Kawsay, because this usage involves a process of Westernizing indigenous cultures as if they were synonymous. His caveat reminds us that if a dialogue between different forms of knowledge is not rooted in intercultural paradigms, it will be invariably appropriationist.

    24. Cornejo Polar paid little attention to the study of Afro-Andean literatures, although his concept may also be understood in this context.

    25. In this sense, for example, I believe that the concept of contradictory heterogeneity is associated with other later theoretical concepts such as interculturality.

    26. In this respect, another description found in the chronicles of Fray Bartolomé de las Casas, pertaining to the Caribbean region, describes how a group of cross-dressing sodomites was eaten by dogs. Thus, the sodomy associated with anal sex in Europe is also described in terms of non-binarism in the Americas.

    27. In his book Escribir en el aire [Writing in the Air], he analyzes the story “Un hombre muerto a puntapiés,” by Pablo Palacio, which involves a man who is kicked to death by a worker for being homosexual and a pederast. Although Cornejo Polar does address contradictory heterogeneity in the text, he misses an opportunity to discuss the sex/gender system and the contradictions it presents. His analysis focuses in particular on the disjoint between orality and writing and between the hidden and the explicit.

    28. Wittig does not focus on modernity, as her critique does not address processes such as coloniality. Nonetheless, her reflections on heterosexism as an ideology and political regime are essential to an understanding of certain central changes.

    29. My thanks to Carlos Ayram for the conversations that have allowed me to consider the relationships between disability and cuy(r)ness.

    30. I recognize the insufficiency of my approach for articulating ipso facto a feminist critique that would shed light on Cornejo Polar’s concept regarding the category of women. A single factor is responsible for this difficulty: I struggle to take positions in a static, non-intersectional (and non-contradictory) way. However, the consideration of a contradictory heterofemalegeneity or heteroslutgeneity, for example, strikes me as a possible way to advance the concept through feminism.

    31. I use the word “hétero” rather than “hetero” as part of the gay jargon that refers to a heterosexual man in certain parts of Latin America. Contradictory heterogeneity, in fact, is a concept that defines the complexity of heterosexual men more than any other category, at least in Cornejo Polar’s reading.

    32. “Un hombre muerto a puntapies” [“A Man Dead on Tiptoe”] and “Relato de la muy sensible desgracia acaecida en la persona del joven Z” [“Account of the Terrible Misfortune Befalling Young Z”].

    33. For example, No se lo digas a nadie contains the character of Pedro, a flete, or young prostitute from the Peruvian working-class.

    34. Textual care is associated with the Foucaultian concept of the care of the self. I review this concept as applied to the novel in my article “El desbarrancadero de Fernando Vallejo: Des/integración y cuidado en el cuerpo/corpus seropositivo latinoamericano” [“El desbarrancadero by Fernando Vallejo: Dis/integration and Care in the Seropositive Latin American Body/Corpus”].

    35. In Santiago, Chile, in 2009, as part of the I Simposio Internacional Arte y Política: Hegemonies, resistencias y activismos en América Latina y el Caribe [First International Art and Politics Symposium: Hegemonies, Resistances, and Activisms in Latin America and the Caribbean], I revisited this concept as a key to reading and analyzing the video art of Carlos Motta; the performances of Ángel Burbano, Kosakura; Giuseppe Campuzano’s Museo Travesti del Perú; the project YO GENERO by Diego Aramburo; the Proyecto Transgénero de Ecuador; and the feather section of the October 12 march in Barcelona.

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  • Notes on Contributors

    Anthony Alessandrini teaches English at Kingsborough Community College and Middle Eastern Studies at the CUNY Graduate Center. He is the author of Frantz Fanon and the Future of Cultural Politics; the editor of Frantz Fanon: Critical Perspectives; and the co-editor of “Resistance Everywhere”: The Gezi Protests and Dissident Visions of Turkey. His book Decolonize Multiculturalism is forthcoming.

    Robert F. Carley is an Associate Professor of International Studies at Texas A&M University, College Station. He is the author of Cultural Studies Methodology and Political Strategy: Metaconjuncture (2021), Gramscian Critical Pedagogy (2021), Culture and Tactics: Gramsci, Race, and the Politics of Practice (2019), Autonomy, Refusal, and the Black Bloc (2019), and Collectivities (2016). His most recent article, “Intersecting Oppressions; Intersecting Struggles: Race, Class, and Subalternity” (2022) appears in the Journal of Class and Culture. He is a member of the Governing Board of the Cultural Studies Association and co-edits Lateral: Journal of the Cultural Studies Association.

    Katherine Ford is Professor of Hispanic Studies and Chair of the Department of Foreign Languages and Literatures at East Carolina University. She specializes in Modern Latin American literature, concentrating on theater and performance of the twentieth century. She is the author of essays on Latin American and Latinx theater and of the books Theater of Revisions in the Hispanic Caribbean (2017) and Politics and Violence in Cuba and Argentina (2010). She is currently looking at the connections between theater and film and the role of the humanities in community engagement.

    Judith Goldman is the author of four books of poetry, most recently agon (Operating System 2017), and a number of articles on contemporary poetry and poetics; she has performed her work nationally and internationally. In 2019–2020, a collaborative, multi-media installation Open Waters [Northwest Passage + Open Polar Sea + Arctic Plastic] was exhibited at the Burchfield Penney Art Center in Buffalo, NY. Goldman is Associate Professor in the Department of English at SUNY, Buffalo, where she directs its Poetics Program. She is also the Poetry Features Editor for Postmodern Culture.

    Geo Maher is a Philadelphia-based writer and organizer, and Visiting Associate Professor of Global Political Thought at Vassar College. He has taught at Drexel University, San Quentin State Prison, and the Venezuelan School of Planning in Caracas, and has held visiting positions at the College of William and Mary’s Decolonizing Humanities Project, NYU’s Hemispheric Institute, and the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM). He his co-editor of the Duke University Press series Radical Américas and author of five books: We Created Chávez (Duke, 2013), Building the Commune (Verso, 2016), Decolonizing Dialectics (Duke, 2017), A World Without Police (Verso, 2021), and Anticolonial Eruptions (University of California, 2022).

    Jose-Luis Moctezuma is a Xicano poet. He is the author of two poetry collections, Place-Discipline (Omnidawn, 2018) and Black Box Syndrome (forthcoming from Omnidawn, 2023). His poetry and criticism have appeared or are forthcoming in Fence, Jacket2, Chicago Review, Modernism/modernity, and elsewhere. He lives and teaches in Chicago.

    Chantal Peñalosa (1987, Tecate, Mexico) studied fine arts at the Universidad Autónoma de Baja California and the University of São Paulo. She was awarded the acquisition prize in the XIV Bienal de Artes Visuales del Noroeste and was awarded FONCA fellowships in the Young Artists category (2013–2014 and 2015–2016). In 2014 she was also recipient of the Programa Bancomer-MACG in its 4th edition. Peñalosa’s research-based practice stems from small gestures and interventions in everyday life, which are meant to expound upon notions of labor, waiting, and delay. Repetition is a crucial element in her process, functioning as an allusion to the absurdity, weathering, and alienating effects of work. For Peñalosa repeating actions evoke latent states in which dialogue appears unilateral and time suspended. Her work has been shown in MUAC (2022), Museo Jumex (2021); Museo de Arte Carrillo Gil (2021); M HKA Museum, Belgium (2019); ESPAC, Mexico (2019); XII Bienal FEMSA, Mexico (2018); Museo Amparo, Mexico (2018); CCI Fabrika, Russia (2017); La Tallera, Mexico (2015); ZKM Center for Art and Media, Germany (2015); and MUAC, Mexico (2014), and elsewhere.

    Matthew J. Rigilano is an Assistant Teaching Professor at Penn State Abington, where he teaches writing and English. His research ranges across 18th century British literature and culture, the theory of the novel, psychoanalysis, and philosophies of the subject.

    Matthew Scully is Lecturer (Maître assistant) at the University of Lausanne, where he teaches American literature and culture from the 18th century to the present. His book project, “Democratic Anarchy: Figures of Equality in United States Literature and Politics,” engages the anxious intersections of politics and aesthetics to develop a new theory of democratic equality in twentieth- and twenty-first-century American literature and culture. Work from this project and related research have appeared in the Journal of Modern Literature, Diacritics, American Literature, and African American Review.

    Erick Verran is an independent scholar and poet whose literary criticism and articles have appeared or are forthcoming in Virginia Woolf Miscellany, Contemporary Aesthetics, Georgia Review, and Journal of Sound and Music in Games. Obiter Dicta, a collection of short essays, was published by Punctum Books in 2021. His poetry last appeared in the Massachusetts Review. He lives in New York.

    Ewa Płonowska Ziarek is Julian Park Professor of Comparative Literature at University at Buffalo and a Visiting Faculty in the Institute for Doctoral Studies in the Visual Arts, Maine. Most recently she co-authored with Rosalyn Diprose Arendt, Natality and Biopolitics: Towards Democratic Plurality and Reproductive Justice (2019), awarded a Book Prize by Symposium: Canadian Journal for Continental Philosophy. Her other books include Feminist Aesthetics and the Politics of Modernism (2012); An Ethics of Dissensus: Feminism, Postmodernity, and the Politics of Radical Democracy (2001); The Rhetoric of Failure: Deconstruction of Skepticism, Reinvention of Modernism (1995); and co-edited volumes, such as, Intermedialities: Philosophy, Art, Politics (2010), Time for the Humanities (2008), and Revolt, Affect, Collectivity: The Unstable Boundaries of Kristeva’s Polis (2005). Her interdisciplinary research interests include feminist political theory, modernism, critical race theory, and algorithmic culture.

  • Neither Optimism nor Pessimism

    Geo Maher (bio)

    A review of Marriott, David. Whither Fanon? Studies in the Blackness of Being. Stanford UP, 2018.

    “The time has come”—with these words, penned more than a decade ago, David Marriott opened the original essay that would later serve as keystone and namesake for this volume (“Whither Fanon?” 33). Such a frame seems only fitting for an examination of anticolonial revolutionary Frantz Fanon, for whom all human questions are necessarily “grounded in temporality” (Black Skin xvi). But what is the time that, according to Marriott, has come? Whither Fanon? was published in 2018, squarely between the rebellions in Ferguson and Minneapolis, but it has been in the works for far longer. The original essay appeared in 2011, before Tamir Rice and Trayvon Martin, long before Donald Trump’s presidency, and directly amid the disillusionment of Barack Obama’s first term. Marriott’s overarching concern in the original essay was to trouble the postracial mirage of the Obama moment, a quaint prelude to the storm and stress that have battered the world since. It’s worth asking whether Marriott’s project speaks to this moment or past it, or whether this is the wrong question entirely.

    Some 25 years ago, the editors of Fanon: A Critical Reader spoke of “Five Stages of Fanon Studies,” the fourth of which referred to poststructural and postcolonial critiques of Fanonian liberation largely located in the western academy, while the fifth pointed toward a still-new stage comprising radical scholars and activists “doing work with and through Fanon” to confront the persistent white supremacy and coloniality of the present (Gordon et al. 7). Today, however, the theoretical frame has shifted dramatically in response to the heat radiating off the streets, albeit not uniformly for the better. On the one hand, this fifth stage exploded with the viral return of Fanon in the age of Black Lives Matter—no fewer than four books on Fanon appeared in 2015 and several more since.1 On the other hand, however, this return of/to Fanon as revolutionary icon has also been accompanied by the emergence of Afropessimism. Particularly in the work of Frank B. Wilderson III, Afropessimism retains poststructuralism’s psychoanalytic bent and skepticism toward grand narratives of liberation, but, in a sort of anti-anticolonial turn, dispenses with Fanon’s internationalism in favor of a new ontology grounded in the pure negativity of antiblackness.

    How should we locate Marriott’s book in relation to this new framework? The resonances seem clear, as when Marriott describes antiblackness as “the discourse through which a singular experience of the world is constituted” (Whither Fanon? x), seemingly echoing Afropessimism’s re-ontologization of the world. For Marriott, however, this is less about ontology than about what Fanon calls the ontological “flaw” (Black Skin 89), and he remains deeply skeptical of any new ontology. Moreover, the implied political subject of this ontology— jealously guarded by Afropessimism’s hostility to intercommunal solidarities—coexists with Marriott’s broader appeals to the “nonwhite subject” and the “dispossessed everywhere,” the former incompatible with and the latter anathema to Afropessimist commitments (Whither Fanon? xv–xvi). But more interesting than asking whether Marriott is an Afropessimist—his own response is a cryptic “perhaps” (213)—is tracking what he does on the way to answering this question. As we will see, Marriott walks right up to the brink of Afropessimism’s most radical (and troubling) contentions without leaping, leaving open the possibility of a very different kind of movement, one more dialectical than immanent.

    Marriott sets out from what is arguably both Fanon’s most enigmatic and most troubling statement: that “there is but one destiny for the black man. And it is white” (Black Skin xiv). While many are unsure what to make of Fanon’s condemnation of blackness, Marriott embraces this uncertainty as inherent to its object: racial identity “confers no certitude in this world,” but instead “reveals a void” and little else (Whither Fanon? ix). For Marriott as for Fanon, we are thus not talking about either a black essentialism (what Marriott terms, too easily to my mind, “identity”) or the postracial denial of race’s social reality. Instead, only by tentatively stepping on the ground of racial identity do we discover just how unstable that ground is, just how quickly it gives way beneath our feet in an ontological landslide that famously condemns Fanon to both the “veritable hell” of the “zone of nonbeing” and to the difficult path forward (Black Skin xiv). Clearly, such vertiginous uncertainty is incompatible with romantic narratives of liberation or the untroubled revolutionary subject they presuppose. A central goal of Whither Fanon? is therefore to reincorporate Fanon’s clinical practice into his politics. In the wake of the monumental publication of Fanon’s Alienation and Freedom in 2018, such an approach might seem less than novel, but Marriott’s skill lies in mapping the consequences of Fanonian psychopolitics.

    To read the political as strictly bound to the clinical may seem counterintuitive for a thinker who sought to draw a line between clinical psychiatry and revolutionary war in his famous 1956 resignation letter, which argues that any effort to reintegrate individuals into a pathological world is doomed. As Marriott rightly argues, however, this is more continuity than break. After all, Fanon’s concept of sociogeny (viewing social structures as generative of psychic afflictions) dates to his earliest work, and the need “to treat the institution itself in order to cure the patients” is a basic premise of Fanon’s socialthérapie (Marriott, Whither Fanon? 59). More importantly, the failures and reorientation of therapy in the context of the colonial war, the abyssal obliteration of the decolonial subject, force Fanon to embrace what Marriott terms a “poetics of dissolution,” with the clinic providing a space for both radical disarticulation and a potential future rearticulation (Whither Fanon? 37). While we might object that Fanon had long been exposed to poetic disarticulation, from surrealism to early Négritude, the point is that desire and dissolution become increasingly central to his politics over time, and that, particularly after 1958, “the cure becomes more aporetic” as the project of disalienation becomes both more indefinite and elusive (Marriott, Whither Fanon? 64).

    Projected forward, the consequences for revolution, violence, and sovereignty are immense. Decolonization can no longer be viewed through the sort of romantic narrative that so many still, quite inexplicably, attribute to Fanon, but must instead be grasped “as itself a kind of hysteria” (Marriott, Whither Fanon? xiv). Violence, both explosive expression and later sharpened tool of that revolution, seeks to provide the individual and collective basis for confronting this hysteria, however imperfectly and unpredictably, to produce a tendentially free subject “able to look the enemy in the eye without trembling” (a sort of decolonized Hegelian Selbständigkeit) (xv). This freedom, finally, has “nothing to do with political sovereignty” (xv) but with a “non-sovereign form of politics” (255) in which poetic rearticulation takes the form of “invention as tabula rasa” (254) whose future contours remain indeterminate. This open-ended politics of invention proceeds directly from the abyssal character of blackness itself, incarnate in those wretched unsovereigns in whose timeworn hands the future nevertheless lies.

    While centrally concerned with what he calls the “pessimistic revelation” of Fanon’s thought (x), Marriott’s accent is as much on the latter as on the former, on what is disclosed in a revelatory moment that remains a mere moment in a broader dynamic. In what’s framed as a mediated conversation between Jared Sexton and Fred Moten, Marriott draws out what he views as the complicities uniting Afropessimism and black optimism, noting that “one reproduces the logic of the other at precisely those moments when either a pessimistic or optimistic reading of black social life is insufficient” (213). For Moten, blackness is constituted in the oscillation between its “fact” and “lived experience” (214)—two contending translations for the central chapter of Black Skin, White Masks. Too many dismissals of the former (Fanon’s included) tend to neglect the latter: the profound creativity of black life that escapes every fact in a radically fugitive manner. For Sexton, by contrast, Fanon’s goal is to diagnose “why blackness is unlivable in an anti-black world” (213), but he insists that since this unlivability is an architectural feature of that world, to diagnose it isn’t to dismiss the richness of black experience in that world.

    Both approaches miss the mark, Marriott argues, in part because both seek to explain what blackness is rather than the ways that blackness is not. Where Moten’s optimism springs from a fugitive parallax between fact and experience, Marriott reads Fanon as exploding the very conditions of fugitivity—the cartography according to which such flight could even be mapped. Blackness is so fugitive, in other words, that it escapes even the concept that seeks to make sense of it. And as with fact/experience, Fanon pulls out the ontological rug from under the broader optimism/pessimism binary. “Fanonism begins,” Marriott writes, “at the point where both optimism and pessimism become impossible” (216). The question of sovereignty, moreover, gives us a glimpse into what Marriott’s distance from Afropessimism means concretely. Afropessimist critiques of Indigenous theory and struggles, for example, leverage the erroneous idea that sovereignty is reducible to its modern/western form. But as Fanonian scholars are quick to recognize that violence is qualitatively transformed in the hands of the colonized, so too sovereignty, which is not a singular thing, impervious to quality, content, or context. This is why Fanon himself continues to use the word, but also to resignify it as synonymous with the practical dignity of the oppressed (Wretched 139). While Marriott seems to perpetuate this view, we’re concerned less with the word than the thing, and his pivot from disarticulation to rearticulation, from abyss to invention, makes clear that we’re not operating on the terrain of pessimism.

    Navigating the turbulent straits between optimism and pessimism, Marriott concludes that “blackness can only find its ontological fulfillment by no longer being black—or by entering its own abyssal significance” (Whither Fanon? x). But this “self-oblivion” should not be understood as ceding to the parameters of the antiblack world, since blackness cannot simply melt into whiteness without revealing that the white world stands on feet of clay, utterly reliant on (anti)blackness for its meaning. This is what Fredric Jameson would call the “secret conceptual and even dialectical weakness” of all racial, and more broadly Manichaean, orders, the hidden strength of their apparently weak term (19). To obliterate blackness is to touch off an unpredictable chain reaction that, while not anchored in a solid thing, is always more than pure negativity as well—this is an abyss that remains “penetrated by dark potentialities” (Marriott, Whither Fanon? xix). By refusing the optimism/pessimism binary, and by walking the fine line between the negative and the positive, the abyss and black identity, Marriott thus leaves the reader with a far more dynamic picture than the irretrievably antiblack world of Afropessimism’s ontological straitjacket.

    All of this points toward a crucial question that remains outstanding, one I also have for Gavin Arnall’s Subterranean Fanon, reviewed in this issue. Why not understand the explosive dynamism of this chain reaction in dialectical terms, as Fanon himself so explicitly does? Marriott positions his conversation against those dialectical accounts that foreground the moment of resolution, insisting that if Fanonism is indeed best understood as a poetics, then “it cannot be underwritten by dialectics, or by the current state of things as understood or known” (Whither Fanon? 36). It’s unclear whether this “or” is to be understood serially or as an equivalence, but the latter seems likely since the tabula rasa of decolonization—its “agenda for total disorder” (Fanon, Wretched 2)—evokes nothing if not “perpetual dissolution” (Marriott, Whither Fanon? 37). But there is a dialectics, or better, there are dialectical approaches for which resolution is not the primary concern, and in which the “current state of things” is subjected to just such a ruthless dissolution. It seems strange that such a reductive view of dialectics persists amid an otherwise complex and nuanced reading, and Marriott is not unaware of this. Indeed, his turn to rearticulation as invention sets the stage directly for a thoughtful engagement with C. L. R. James’s Notes on Dialectics, in which dialectical motion is synonymous not with closure but with the leap into the unknown. Of course, James differs from Fanon in some key ways. In particular, James is undeniably less attentive to racial hatred, and therefore to the experience of antiblackness, in part because he claims (somewhat implausibly) that he experienced very little racism while living in the colonial metropole (England) (66). This was of course not true of Fanon’s traumatically formative experience in France, but these differences, while grounded in experience, should not be overstated.

    Marriott goes to great lengths to put the dissolutive power of James’s dialectics back into Pandora’s box, and to do so with Fanon’s more explosive dialectics is more difficult still. For Marriott, the figure of the wretched as impossibility incarnate forecloses on dialectics, but this is not how Fanon sees things, and for good reason. Just as Fanon subjects phenomenology, existentialism, psychoanalysis, Marxism, and even sovereignty itself to the transformative weight of antiblackness, so too dialectics.2 By anchoring dialectical motion in abyssal negativity, Fanon understands that—pessimism be damned—it is precisely from the desolation of the zone of nonbeing that “a genuine new departure can emerge” (Black Skin xii), and on the basis of this insight he formulates a one-sided and open-ended dialectics stripped of all reciprocity and determinism whose only motor is the irrepressible cunning of the wretched.3 With no guarantee of victory, this is neither an optimistic nor a pessimistic dialectics, since “the war goes on” regardless (Fanon, Wretched 181).

    In the end, both optimism and pessimism rely on a certitude that the “resolutely anti-foundationalist” Fanon simply cannot provide (Marriott, Whither Fanon? 3), and Marriott— faithful to his spirit—holds every category (blackness, sovereignty, dialectics, and especially freedom itself) in a sort of suspension “as a difficult question that cannot be resolved” (36). “[A]t the crossroads between Nothingness and Infinity,” Fanon famously writes, racked by his own lived experience of this vertiginous uncertainty, “I began to weep” (Black Skin 119). His tears, however, were but a prelude to something far more explosively generative, the unpredictable emergence of a tabula rasa for the self-writing of existence.

    Geo Maher is a Philadelphia-based writer and organizer, and Visiting Associate Professor of Global Political Thought at Vassar College. He has taught at Drexel University, San Quentin State Prison, and the Venezuelan School of Planning in Caracas, and has held visiting positions at the College of William and Mary’s Decolonizing Humanities Project, NYU’s Hemispheric Institute, and the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM). He his co-editor of the Duke University Press series Radical Américas and author of five books: We Created Chávez (Duke, 2013), Building the Commune (Verso, 2016), Decolonizing Dialectics (Duke, 2017), A World Without Police (Verso, 2021), and Anticolonial Eruptions (University of California, 2022).

    Footnotes

    1. In March 2015, Lewis Gordon, What Fanon Said: A Philosophical Introduction to his Life and Thought (Fordham University Press, 2015); in August, Peter Hudis, Frantz Fanon: Philosopher of the Barricades (Pluto Press, 2015); and in November, both Christopher Lee, Frantz Fanon: Toward a Revolutionary Humanism (Ohio University Press, 2015) and Leo Zeilig, Frantz Fanon: The Militant Philosopher of Third World Revolution (I.B. Tauris, 2015).

    2. This was the fundamental point of my Decolonizing Dialectics (Duke UP, 2017), which was similarly a reaction to Obama’s postracial moment, trapped somewhere between Black Skin and Wretched.

    3. This is a central argument of my recent book, Anticolonial Eruptions: Racial Hubris and the Cunning of Resistance (U of California P, 2022).

    Works Cited

    • Fanon, Frantz. Black Skin, White Masks. Grove Press, 2008.
    • ———. The Wretched of the Earth. Grove Press, 2004.
    • Gordon, Lewis R., et al., editors. Fanon: A Critical Reader. Blackwell, 1996.
    • James, C. L. R. “Lectures on The Black Jacobins.” Small Axe, no. 8, Sep. 2000, pp. 65–112.
    • Jameson, Fredric. Valences of the Dialectic. Verso, 2009.
    • Marriott, David. Whither Fanon? Studies in the Blackness of Being. Stanford UP, 2018.
    • ———. “Whither Fanon?” Textual Practice, vol. 25, no. 1, 2011, pp. 33–69.