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  • Iranian Cinema: A Political History

    Iranian Cinema: A Political History

    Non-Fiction (Films & Performing Arts) | 791.430955 SADR | 2006 | 392pp | English

    From the infamous introduction of cinema to Iran through the Iranian monarchy in the early twentieth century to the worldwide acclaimed post-revolutionary era, Sadr presents us with a highly readable history of Iranian cinema with its embedded and reflected social, political, cultural and economic contexts, lucidly written in a comprehensive book.

    In the West, Iranian cinema has only relatively recently — during the 1990s — attracted considerable attention and thoughts, its earlier films hardly studied, indeed rarely even took itself seriously. (Mark Cousins’ The Story of Film only mentioned Farough Farrokhzad’s The House is Black as the earliest single important influence, made in 1962, despite having “screened the first Lumiere films, a year after they were made, in the Shah’s place in Tehran.”) Sadr, while acknowledging the lack of imaginative expression in mainstream Iranian cinema: the weak scripts, the poor performances, the repetitive and conservative nature and content and poor performances, argues for and analyses the political contexts and its constant shifts embedded within the apparently least noteworthy of Iranian films.

    Arranged chronologically, the book starts with the “Early years: from 1900 to the 1920s” (sources are dated in Gregorian calendar) as its first chapter with the arrival of cinema and other western technology, bringing along with it challenges to traditions (e.g. taziyeh) and religion, whose tensions and conflicts will be the recurring motif in Iranian cinema. The next chapter, “The 1920s to the 1940s”, deals with the establishment of Pahlavi dynasty and Reza Khan’s secular, pro-military politics and its enforced, “Orientalistic” modernisation. The book then proceeds in decades — 40s, 50s, &c. — until it reaches 2000-2005, each time providing the relevant general history, although some events and films overlap. Recurring issues throughout are the censorship — both state intervention and ‘invisible’, ideologically conditioned self-censorship, the role of women and its political indication, the urban-rural conflicts (mirroring Western vs. traditional values), the xenophobic anti-intellectualism (with intellectual pretensions linked to Westernised presence) and the popular cinematic stereotype of luti.

    The prominent rise of childhood imagery after the Revolution is analysed in conjunction to some of the most important features of cinema after the Revolution — the abandonment of the majority of familiar actors and actresses from the industry, and the exclusion of sex, song and dance, and the disposed codes and symbols used in the Shah’s era — as well as the root government agency, the CIDCYA/Kunan established in the 1960s. The use of children, Sadr argued, allows ideal projection of what people should be like and eases the problems of political judgement by depoliticising the audience’s reactions.

    Disseminating the domination of ‘Iranian poetic realism’, Sadr wrote:

    The history of Iranian cinema is dominated by the critical centrality of the group of films made between the mid-1980s and the mid-1990s, commonly described as ‘Iranian poetic realism’. This genre, however, cannot be traced back to a consciously thought-out and publicly circulated manifesto or movement. The term is a descriptive category that has evolved through critical discourse. The continuing interest in poetic realism lies in the fact that it is not a straightforwardly homogenous or unitary phenomenon but successfully crosses the boundaries between highbrow and lowbrow, tradition and modernity, serious engagement and pleasure. The films are relatively few in number, constituting no more than 40 or 50 over a period in which domestic film production figures were high.

    The last chapter, 2000-2005, takes 9/11 and its effects on Iranian film-making, with the increasing scrutinisation of the problems of Afghanistan (refugees, ‘black market’, etc.), while also giving brief outlines of Afghanistan and Taliban regime. Sadr analysed the issues of female roles and female directors in Afghanistan, the initially overlooked Kandahar and its popularity after September 11 (as well as the controversy surrounding the use of HasanTantai/David Belfield), and Osama. Lastly, Sadr turns to the Kurds and their plight and rootlessness with Turtles Can Fly.

    Compared to Dabashi’s more specialised Close-Up, this book is more suitable for general readers, and considerably more updated (released in 2006). The comprehensive analysis gives refreshing, up-to-date introduction to those interested in Iranian cinema and its socio-political dimensions and history, observing recurrent themes and genres as well as giving lights to lesser-known thematic concerns and figures. It is a slight pity all illustrations and photographs are in black & white (I’d love to see the colour stills from some of the hard-to-obtain films), but I wouldn’t complain for a book this informative. The book comes with an index.Non-Fiction (Films & Performing Arts) | 791.430955 SADR | 2006 | 392pp | English

    From the infamous introduction of cinema to Iran through the Iranian monarchy in the early twentieth century to the worldwide acclaimed post-revolutionary era, Sadr presents us with a highly readable history of Iranian cinema with its embedded and reflected social, political, cultural and economic contexts, lucidly written in a comprehensive book.

    In the West, Iranian cinema has only relatively recently — during the 1990s — attracted considerable attention and thoughts, its earlier films hardly studied, indeed rarely even took itself seriously. (Mark Cousins’ The Story of Film only mentioned Farough Farrokhzad’s The House is Black as the earliest single important influence, made in 1962, despite having “screened the first Lumiere films, a year after they were made, in the Shah’s place in Tehran.”) Sadr, while acknowledging the lack of imaginative expression in mainstream Iranian cinema: the weak scripts, the poor performances, the repetitive and conservative nature and content and poor performances, argues for and analyses the political contexts and its constant shifts embedded within the apparently least noteworthy of Iranian films.

    Arranged chronologically, the book starts with the “Early years: from 1900 to the 1920s” (sources are dated in Gregorian calendar) as its first chapter with the arrival of cinema and other western technology, bringing along with it challenges to traditions (e.g. taziyeh) and religion, whose tensions and conflicts will be the recurring motif in Iranian cinema. The next chapter, “The 1920s to the 1940s”, deals with the establishment of Pahlavi dynasty and Reza Khan’s secular, pro-military politics and its enforced, “Orientalistic” modernisation. The book then proceeds in decades — 40s, 50s, &c. — until it reaches 2000-2005, each time providing the relevant general history, although some events and films overlap. Recurring issues throughout are the censorship — both state intervention and ‘invisible’, ideologically conditioned self-censorship, the role of women and its political indication, the urban-rural conflicts (mirroring Western vs. traditional values), the xenophobic anti-intellectualism (with intellectual pretensions linked to Westernised presence) and the popular cinematic stereotype of luti.

    The prominent rise of childhood imagery after the Revolution is analysed in conjunction to some of the most important features of cinema after the Revolution — the abandonment of the majority of familiar actors and actresses from the industry, and the exclusion of sex, song and dance, and the disposed codes and symbols used in the Shah’s era — as well as the root government agency, the CIDCYA/Kunan established in the 1960s. The use of children, Sadr argued, allows ideal projection of what people should be like and eases the problems of political judgement by depoliticising the audience’s reactions.

    Disseminating the domination of ‘Iranian poetic realism’, Sadr wrote:

    The history of Iranian cinema is dominated by the critical centrality of the group of films made between the mid-1980s and the mid-1990s, commonly described as ‘Iranian poetic realism’. This genre, however, cannot be traced back to a consciously thought-out and publicly circulated manifesto or movement. The term is a descriptive category that has evolved through critical discourse. The continuing interest in poetic realism lies in the fact that it is not a straightforwardly homogenous or unitary phenomenon but successfully crosses the boundaries between highbrow and lowbrow, tradition and modernity, serious engagement and pleasure. The films are relatively few in number, constituting no more than 40 or 50 over a period in which domestic film production figures were high.

    The last chapter, 2000-2005, takes 9/11 and its effects on Iranian film-making, with the increasing scrutinisation of the problems of Afghanistan (refugees, ‘black market’, etc.), while also giving brief outlines of Afghanistan and Taliban regime. Sadr analysed the issues of female roles and female directors in Afghanistan, the initially overlooked Kandahar and its popularity after September 11 (as well as the controversy surrounding the use of HasanTantai/David Belfield), and Osama. Lastly, Sadr turns to the Kurds and their plight and rootlessness with Turtles Can Fly.

    Compared to Dabashi’s more specialised Close-Up, this book is more suitable for general readers, and considerably more updated (released in 2006). The comprehensive analysis gives refreshing, up-to-date introduction to those interested in Iranian cinema and its socio-political dimensions and history, observing recurrent themes and genres as well as giving lights to lesser-known thematic concerns and figures. It is a slight pity all illustrations and photographs are in black & white (I’d love to see the colour stills from some of the hard-to-obtain films), but I wouldn’t complain for a book this informative. The book comes with an index.

  • Blackboards

    Blackboards

    Takhte Siah| Iran | 2000 | 85 mins | Colour | PG | Kurdish with English subs

    Di daerah Kurdistan, perbatasan Iran dan Irak, segerombolan guru melangkah gontai tanpa tujuan. Di tiap punggung mereka menggantung satu papan tulis yang digunakan untuk “mendidik” sekaligus untuk melindungi diri dari bom. Seolah-olah sepasang sayap lumpuh yang tidak berguna, bahkan memberatkan dan kikuk. Meskipun atmosfirnya cenderung pesimis, ada banyak adegan (black,) deadpanned humour mewarnai film ini. Di tengah-tengah gurun yang rawan dan kejam, dengan “murid-murid” penyelundup dan pelarian yang tidak punya waktu untuk “pendidikan” maupun “budaya”, tujuan “mulia” mereka tampak begitu menggelikan dan futil. “Pendidikan” — terutama non-oral (membaca & menulis) — direduksi menjadi komoditas yang tidak berguna ketika semua orang berjuang mempertahankan hidup. Seruan-seruan klise untuk meningkatkan kesejahteraan melalui pendidikan menjadi tidak berbeda dari rayuan-rayuan gombal penjaja barang. Saïd kemudian bertemu dengan grup nomaden yang bertujuan kembali ke tanah kelahiran mereka melewati perbatasan, ia menawarkan diri menjadi penunjuk jalan, sementara papan tulisnya ditawarkan sebagai mas kawin sekaligus alat pengangkut mertuanya. Penonton disodori absurditas dan satir yang mengejek dalam adegan pernikahan: di tengah-tengah peresmian pernikahan yang dibuat dadakan, sang istri dengan acuhnya memipiskan anaknya (sementara ayahnya sendiri mengalami kesulitan pipis akut). Usaha-usaha Saïd untuk mengajari istri dan anaknya membaca dan menulis tidak dianggap (apalagi menidurinya). Adegan akhir film ini — di mana mereka bercerai dan sang istri berjalan menjauh membawa papan tulisnya — menyentuh dalam kesia-siaannya.

    Samira Makhmalbaf
    Samira Makhmalbaf

    Seperti kebanyakan film Iranian New Wave, film ini dibuat dengan menggunakan aktor non-professional, kamera tangan dan budget minim, menghasilkan suatu film yang mengaburkan batas fiksi dan dokumenter, tapi juga sarat imaji puitis. Di usianya yang ke-18 Samira menjadi sutradara termuda yang pernah berpartisipasi dalam kompetisi internasional Cannes dengan film debutnya The Apple. Sukses memenangkan gelar Jury Prize di Cannes 2000 dengan Blackboards, di tahun 2003, putri dari Mohsen Makhmalbaf ini kembali menyabet Jury Prize dengan At Five in the Afternoon. Meskipun pada awalnya banyak skeptis yang menganggap The Apple tak lebih dari hasil kerja dan pengaruh ayahnya, Blackboards membuktikan kepiawaian Samira sebagai sutradara muda yang handal. Dalam bukunya Close Up: Iranian Cinema, Past, Present, Future, Hamid Dabashi bahkan menyatakan karya Samira menggebrak pretensi karya-karya “old masters” Iran, termasuk Dariush Mehrjui, Abbas Kiarostami, dan ayahnya sendiri, Mohsen Makhmalbaf. Setuju ataupun tidak, yang jelas karya-karya sutradara muda ini wajib kamu tonton.

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    Takhte Siah| Iran | 2000 | 85 mins | Colour | PG | Kurdish with English subs

    In Kurdistan, the border between Iran and Iraq, a band of teachers are trudging through a barren area, seemingly without directions, each with a rickety blackboard on their back like useless, clumsy wings. Even though the atmosphere is pessimistic, there are plenty of (black,) deadpanned humour colouring this film. In the midst of this heartless desert, with their “students” — smugglers and nomads — worrying more about their life, uninterested in the supposedly higher calling of “education” and “culture”, their “virtuous” endeavour becomes futile, even ridiculous. “Education”, or “culture” — especially the non-oral (reading & writing) — is reduced into yet another useless commodity. The usual cliches for the value of education becomes no different from any other cheap sales cajoling. Saïd offers his guiding service to a group of nomads trying to return to their homeland to die, and his blackboard is turned into a carrier for an old man as well as a dowry for the old man’s daughter. With ingenious, satirical nonchalance, the wife indifferently waits for her son to piss during the ceremony (while her own father is having painful difficulties pissing). She pays no attention to Saïd’s attempts to teach her some writings and readings, let alone to sleep with her. The last scene of this film — where they divorced and the wife walked away with the blackboard dowry — bores indelible impressions.

    Samira Makhmalbaf
    Samira Makhmalbaf

    Like many other Iranian New Wave (or perhaps Poetic Realism, if you like), this film used non-professional actors, hand-held cameras and minimum budget, creating a film that blurs the line between fiction and documentary, yet also brimming with poetic images. At the age of 18 Samira became the youngest director ever participated in the international Cannes Film Festival with her debut The Apple. After winning the Jury Prize in Cannes 2000 with Blackboards, in 2003, she again won the Jury Prize with At Five in the Afternoon. Although many sceptics initially dismissed The Apple as no more than the work and influence of her famouse father, Mohsen Makhmalbaf, with Blackboards Samira showed herself as a talented filmmaker in her own right. In his book Close Up: Iranian Cinema, Past, Present, Future, Hamid Dabashi even declared that Samira cuts through the pretensions that plagued the “overbloated” “old masters” of Iran, including Dariush Mehrjui, Abbas Kiarostami, and her own father, Mohsen Makhmalbaf.

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  • The Wind Will Carry Us

    The Wind Will Carry Us

    Bad ma ra khahad bord | Iran/France | 1999 | DVD | 118 min | Persian with English Subtitle

    Bersama dengan dua krunya yang tidak pernah ditunjukkan wajahnya, Behzad Dourani, seorang ‘insinyur’ asal Tehran mengendarai Land Rover mendatangi Siah Darreh (Bukit Hitam). Dipandu oleh Farzad, bocah lelaki lokal, ia tinggal di kampung tersebut dan menunggu kedatangan ajal Nyonya Malek, seorang nenek yang konon berusia sekitar 100 tahun, demi membuat sebuah film dokumenter tentang upacara berkabung khas daerah tersebut. Selain menanyakan kondisi kesehatan dan menunggu kematian Nyonya Malek melalui ponsel yang hanya bisa digunakan di bukit di luar Siah Darreh, Behzad tampaknya tidak mempunyai hal penting lain yang perlu ia lakukan.

    Penonton dapat merasakan kentalnya rasa risih dan curiga penduduk setempat atas invasi Behzad terhadap wilayah pribadi mereka. Perilaku Behzad dan krunya acap kali terasa semena-mena dan voyeuristik. Seakan mereka tidak  pernah mengenal arti kata ‘saling menghargai’. Tanpa mempedulikan larangan untuk tidak mengambil foto, Behzad menjepretkan kameranya. Melihat seorang penggali –yang juga tidak pernah ditunjukkan wajahnya– mendapatkan susu dari seorang gadis, Behzad bersikeras mendapatkan minuman yang sama, sampai akhirnya ia mengikuti gadis tersebut ke dalam gua yang gelap. Ada superfisialitas dan intrusi dalam interogasi Behzad pada si gadis. Keindahan puisi “The Wind Will Carry Us Away” karangan Forough Farrokhzad yang dibacakannya pada si gadis memberikan kesan vulgar yang menginjak-injak martabat perempuan desa itu.

    The Wind Will Carry Us dibuat di tahun 1999, setelah nama Kiarostami melambung di dunia perfilman internasional melalui trilogi Rostam Abad dan Taste of Cherry. Seperti And Life Goes On, Where’s the Friend’s Home, dan banyak film Kiarostami lainnya, pengaburan realita dan fiksi dalam The Wind Will Carry Us tampak jelas lewat penggunaan nama asli pemeran dalam film tersebut, juga penyisipan alter ego Kiarostami dalam karakter Behzad.

    Apakah sesuatu yang mengusik, dangkal, dan angkuh dalam invasi Behzad pada penduduk lokal Siah Darreh adalah bentuk kritik diri Kiarostami?  Apakah ini gambaran kekhawatirannya sebagai figur filmmaker ternama dunia yang senantiasa mengeksploitasi ‘orang-orang kecil’ di negerinya demi karir internasionalnya? Terlepas apapun jawabannya, melalui pengambilan gambar long-shot, sirkular, dan kegersangan tanpa musik, film yang meraih Grand Special Jury Prize dalam Festival Film Venice 1999 ini berhasil menciptakan sebuah atmosfer yang seakan mencekat kita dalam alur waktunya yang lambat, kosong, dan tidak pernah pasti.

    Resensi ini pertama kali dimuat di Rumah Buku / Kineruku Webzine. Rumah Buku / Kineruku adalah suatu ruang publik yang menyediakan referensi berupa buku, CD musik, dan film (dikelola oleh Kineruku) di Bandung. Buku sastra, sosiologi/budaya, sejarah, arsitektur, seni, desain, filsafat, dan buku anak merupakan tema-tema utama koleksi Rumah Buku, yang dapat dibaca di tempat atau disewa. Pokoknya, wajib kunjungi deh Rumah Buku / Kineruku di Jl. Hegarmanah 52 kalau kamu ke Bandung!

  • Choke

    Choke

    Choke tells the story of Victor Mancini, who works in a colonial-era theme park with a motley group of losers and breezes to sexual addiction support groups for entertainments. A medical school drop-out, he cannot afford the care of his feeble mother, so he resorts to consistently going to various restaurants and purposely causing himself to choke mid-way through his meal, luring a “good Samaritan” into saving his life. Why? “I do this because everybody wants to save a human life with a hundred people watching.”

    By choking, you become a legend about themselves that these people will cherish and repeat until the die. They’ll think they gave you life. You might be the one good deed, the deathbed memory that justifies their whole existence.

    Somebody saves your life, and they’ll love you forever. It’s that old Chinese custom  where if somebody saves your life, they’re responsible for you forever. It’s as if now you’re their child. For the rest of their lives, these people will write me. Send me cards on the anniversary. Birthday cards. It’s depressing how many people get this same idea. They call you on the phone. To find out if you’re feeling okay. To see if maybe you need cheering up. Or cash.

    Along with Bret Easton Ellis and Irvine Welsh, Palahniuk has often been described as an MTV generation writer, with general characteristics that include hip, outrageous themes (“black comedy”), conspicuous distrust of the “regular life” , dysfunctional (usually young) characters and catchy quotable sentences. If you love Fight Club, American Psycho, Trainspotting, Haruki and Ryuu Murakami’s books, Donnie Darko, you might like this too.

    The movie version has won a Special Jury Prize at 2008 Sundance Film Festival and will be released on September 26, 2008. For more information on this movie, visit the official site: http://www.foxsearchlight.com/choke/

  • Ascension to the Scaffold

    Ascension to the Scaffold

    Ciné lumière France | 1957 | B&W | 90 mins | French with English subtitles

    Ascenseur Pour L’echafaud, a.k.a. Lift to the Gallows (U.S.), opens with the famous foggy close-up shot of breathy Jeanne Moreau on the phone, the smoky noir, secret passionate lovers atmosphere established from the very beginning. The diegetic sound is suddenly cut off, the camera zoomed out, and the audience hears Miles Davis’ mournful Nuit Sur Les Champs-Élysées.

    Often described as the prototype of the “New Wave proper”, Malle’s debut feature — like many other French films of the 40s-50s — was adapted from a pulp-fiction crime novel (by Noel Calef of the same title). Florence (Jeanne Moreau) is in love with Julien Tavernier (Maurice Ronet), a former Vietnam and Algerian paratrooper, who now works for her husband. Together they are hatching a plot to murder her husband and to escape together. But Tavernier gets stuck inside an elevator after killing M. Carala, and Florence wanders around rain-washed Paris looking for him. Interweaved as well as running parallel to this is the story of a youthful couple, Louis and Veronique, young with a taste for melodrama and romantic adventures, their fate and crime equally doomed.

    Despite a few ridiculous touches (some might argue make the best noirs), Henri Decae’s grainy cinematography, Malle’s editing, Moreau’s acting and Miles Davis’ moody scores sumptuously blend Ascension into an atmospheric thriller of murder and mistaken identities.

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    Ciné lumière France | 1957 | B&W | 90 mins | French with English subtitles

    Ascenseur Pour L’echafaud, a.k.a. Lift to the Gallows (U.S.), opens with the famous foggy close-up shot of breathy Jeanne Moreau on the phone, the smoky noir, secret passionate lovers atmosphere established from the very beginning. The diegetic sound is suddenly cut off, the camera zoomed out, and the audience hears Miles Davis’ mournful Nuit Sur Les Champs-Élysées.

    Often described as the prototype of the “New Wave proper”, Malle’s debut feature — like many other French films of the 40s-50s — was adapted from a pulp-fiction crime novel (by Noel Calef of the same title). Florence (Jeanne Moreau) is in love with Julien Tavernier (Maurice Ronet), a former Vietnam and Algerian paratrooper, who now works for her husband. Together they are hatching a plot to murder her husband and to escape together. But Tavernier gets stuck inside an elevator after killing M. Carala, and Florence wanders around rain-washed Paris looking for him. Interweaved as well as running parallel to this is the story of a youthful couple, Louis and Veronique, young with a taste for melodrama and romantic adventures, their fate and crime equally doomed.

    Despite a few ridiculous touches (some might argue make the best noirs), Henri Decae’s grainy cinematography, Malle’s editing, Moreau’s acting and Miles Davis’ moody scores sumptuously blend Ascension into an atmospheric thriller of murder and mistaken identities.

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  • Epileptic

    Epileptic

    A vivid and moving graphic memoir, Epileptic tells the life story of David B. (Pierre-Francois Beauchard), his families, and the looming shadow of his brother’s epilepsy. Born Pierre-François Beauchard in a small town Orléans, France, David’s and his family’s lives changed when his elder brother, Jean-Cristophe, was struck with epilepsy. The search for a cure threw them into an endless carousel of therapists, macrobiotic communes, mediums, quacks, every time ending up in further frustrations and disappointments.

    Kusembunyikan diriku makin rapat dalam baju besi
    Kusembunyikan diriku makin rapat dalam baju besi

    Retreating into the world of drawing and making comics, the images in this memoir reflect David’s desperate withdrawal from the world. The dreamy, absurd scenes, intricately draw in sombre, stark black and white graphic, give a certain naivete of feeling, isolating the readers from their surroundings and completely immersing them into the rich, inky stories and narrations.

    His weird and grim-looking landscapes have, in all their detachment and naive clarity, a magically expressive power that projects a sense of ‘immediacy’ and ‘authenticity’ demanded from a memoir. (The forest landscapes particularly remind me of Rousseau’s.) Dexterous and fluid in his play of forms, panels, depictions, David B. shows himself not only a master of ornate symbolism, but also displayed adroit sense of storytelling and narrative techniques. Other graphic novel that comes close to its inventive play would probably be City of Glass.

    Gramedia published the Indonesian version in 2 volumes, both printed in softcover on good quality paper. I certainly welcome Gramedia’s recent move in publishing more diverse selections of comics and graphic novels, but the price is a drawback. (I don’t think the die cut and spot UV is that necessary.) Anyway, if you’re from Gramedia-Kompas group and you’re reading this, take note of these names: Chris Ware, Art Spiegelman, Will Eisner, Harvey Kurtzman, Robert Crumb, Alice Bechdel, Jess Abel, Matt Madden — we’d definitely love to get their works published in Indonesia!

    Rental fee: Rp. 3,000 / volume

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  • The Total Library

    The Total Library

    This is a collection of more than 150 non-fiction pieces (critical essays, movie & book reviews, prologues, introductions) grouped chronologically from his earlier (disowned) writings to the year of his death in 1986. Some of these pieces have also appeared in Labyrinths. Most are short, with longer pieces dedicated to certain subjects well-associated with Borges (The Thousand and One Night, time, dreams, labyrinth…).

    Readers will notice recurring themes and subjects — Quixote, H.G. Wells, Chesterton, Poe, Joyce, Gibbon, etc. — even repetitions (of phrases, sentences, paragraphs, even pages), running through these vast range of essays. As Eliot Weinberger wrote in the introduction, Borges was fascinated with the infinite possibilities of reassemblies of old elements. (I rather pity the glaring absence of The Saragossa Manuscript, at least in When Fiction Lives in Fiction, whereas The Thousand and One Nights is discussed alongside The Golem and At Swim-Two-Birds.) Borges is notable for the incisive-strength with which he discusses vast range of subjects in accessible manner, his polyglot nature never to intimidate. His movie criticism, however, came nowhere near the erudition and range of his literary oeuvre.

    Borges has often been accused of political inertia and detachment; Weinberger’s inclusion of Borges’ writings against Peron dictatorship, anti-Semitism, etc. might challenge this archetype. (Yet, at the same time, I don’t deny Borges’ “political Brahmanism”, his voluntary seclusion from reality into his invented universe — see Clive James’ Cultural Amnesia for an interesting comparison with Ernesto Sábato.)

    This collection comes with Index, valuable for a book so brimming with thrilling ideas, and is well-translated.

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  • The Encyclopedia of the Dead

    The Encyclopedia of the Dead

    A collection of metaphysical short stories set in various times and places, luminously darkened with the themes of fate and death’s impenetrability. With strong political undercurrents and recondite personal insights, Kiš’s reworked facts, Gnostic, Biblical, Koran myths and legends, political situations, rural folktales, depicting the delicate multitude and vicissitude of human life, perhaps with less faux vérité style than A Tomb for Boris Davidovich, yet with the same finely-crafted prose, subtle ironies and detachment that is both powerful and constrained.

    The first, heroic, version was upheld and promulgated — orally and then in writing, in their chronicles– by the sans-culottes and Jacobins; the second, according to which the young man hoped to the very end for some magical sleight of hand, was recorded by the official historians of the powerful Hapsburg dynasty to prevent the birth of a legend. History is written by the victors. Legends are woven by the people. Writers fantasize. Only death is certain.

    Readers familiar with Kiš’s life and other works (particularly garden, ashes) might feel some semi-biographical elements in The Encyclopedia of the Dead (A Whole Life), but in his insightful post-script, Kiš wrote about how, 6 months after the story was first published,

    The person who dreamed the dream and to whom the story is dedicated to” (written for M. — K.) found an article in Yugoslav magazine about top-secret archives that contain names of eighteen billion people, living and dead, carefully entered on the 1,250,000 microfilms compiled to date by the Geneological Society of the Church of the Latter-Day Saints […]

    The names in these extraordinary archives come from all over the world; they have been copied painstakingly from the most varied records, and the work goes on. The ultimate goal of this stupendous undertaking is to enter on microfilm nothing less than the whole of mankind — not only the part that is still living but also the part that has passed on to the otherworld.

    With the shadows of pogroms, holocaust and fascist regimes looming in the background, Kiš casts doubts on commonly accepted notions (that “books serve only good causes”, that To Die for One’s Country is Glorious). Using a more or less familiar case (The Protocols of Elders of Zion), Kiš conscientiously reconstruct the story, imagining the obscure history, concealing the well-known “conspirator” figures whose sources Kiš discloses at the end of the book in his post-script, all the more creating blurred penumbras of facts and fictions.

    Michael Henry Heim did a wonderful job — too bad he didn’t write any introduction.

    Much love to L. for getting me this book.

  • The New Life

    The New Life

    I read a book one day and my whole life was changed.

    With that hokum-slash-truism, the novel begins the story about Osman, a young student who became obsessed about a book, as well as those who have read it, looking for some sorts of answers, common threads, and comparisons to how the book affects their lives and gives the possibility of a new life (a sentiment shared by many readers, I’m sure).

    He begins tracking Janan, whom he first saw the book being held by, and her friend/lover Mehmet, believing that they know something about the world of the book, but both of them soon disappear. Leaving his home (and his past life?), Osman embarks on aimless bus trips fraught with many fatal yet nonchalantly-written accidents (that may or may not be a bit much to some readers). He found Janan, and together they search for Mehmet in metaphorical, dreamlike coach rides, encountering darkly comical Dr. Fine with his hired “watches” that seeks to annihilate the book and its corrupting influence (I might turn potential readers off with that sentence, but it’s not that simplistic, my brain just refuses to write a better review) and uncovering the truths behind the grandeur signs of fates, hopes and dreams he had obsessively associated with and projected into the book, along with Janan.

    The New Life is rather similar to The Black Book, although generally Pamuk is one of those writers whose works are permeated by similar characters — downbeat writers/artist/thinkers/drifters, beautiful, elusive woman — and themes — unrequited love, lost hope, east vs. west, disillusionment, identity, art — but he has the skills to whip these ingredients with the right amount of local culture & history, melancholy and humour into novels that work on different levels but ultimately hard to put down.

    Also available by the same author:
    My Name is Red (Faber, English)
    The Black Book (Faber, English)
    Snow (Faber, English)
    The White Castle (Serambi, Bahasa Indonesia)

  • The Mysterious Geographic Exploration of Jasper Morello

    The Mysterious Geographic Exploration of Jasper Morello

    DVD | Australia | 2005 | 26 minutes | English with subtitle

    Set in an imaginary place and time where rickety, steam-powered ships float in the sky (a 19th century sci-fi?), The Mysterious Geographic Exploration of Jasper Morello is a short animation with a quirky mix of CG animation and silhouettes reminiscent of shadow puppets and Lotte Reiniger’s works. The multi-layered textures applied to the animation — rusty cogs, wheels, dead insects, feathers, etc. — make this a real visual candy.

    Story-wise it is perhaps a bit cliche and not too remarkable (and yes well, so is The Adventures of Prince Achmed), but there’s something in the slightly morbid, altruistic, Heart of Darkness feel to it (Lucas is a fan of Conrad). Compared to some other high-tech animations, e.g. Tekkon Kinkreet, or Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, definitely a much better, more worthwhile treat. I must admit to not being too fond of flawless, smooth CG animations though, so this might reflect more of my visual preferences and romantic hangups.

    The DVD contains the making of, interesting interview with Lucas as well as his other short other (interesting and wacky) animations.

    Official site: http://www.jaspermorello.com/

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