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A- : creative and clever (though some of the politics now appear somewhat simplistic and dated) See our review for fuller assessment.
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Landscapes after the Battle is a short novel, consisting of 78 often fancifully titled chapters.
The titles provide some clues -- and warnings -- about where the novel leads.
Dialectical Theologism is followed by Democratic Egocentrism.
There are chapters offering: a Manifesto, an Appeal to Public Opinion, Basic Instructions for the Creation of an Insurrectional Cell, a Televised Intermezzo, and Revelations Galore.
There are Variations on a Theme by Nostradamus and an appeal to Read Marcuse Correctly.
One finds Tears for Poland, A Night at the Opera, and the promise of Geometrical Progression -- and much more.
Day after day, year after year, he practiced the violin without the bow ever touching the strings, remained seated at his piano with his arms resolutely folded.The impossibility of communication is a constant throughout the novel (its form itself questioning the possibility of communication), ranging from this maestro who repudiates music to the locals in Le Sentier, suddenly illiterate because their language has been displaced, to the husband who communicates with his wife only by slipping (almost illegible) notes under her door. In one chapter the narrator sees himself as the "sole representative and witness" of his culture, which has been wiped off the face of the earth. He finds himself surrounded by "the sole representatives of other cultures likewise totally destroyed by the catastrophe". We greet each other with a polite nod but are not permitted to speak to each other -- indeed, in what language would we do so ? -- by express order of the nurses.Communication is an impossibility, each writer is an island -- and yet still Goytisolo emphasizes it even further by placing an explicit prohibition on any attempt at communication beyond empty nods of greeting. This character tries to preserve "the memory of what has been" -- in this case, all aspects of a civilization wiped out long ago. Goytisolo sees his own task similarly. To his credit his efforts at preservation try to be all-encompassing; it is one of the reasons for his many varied approaches. Throughout, however, there is an ambivalence regarding what is worth preserving: he is less interested in "the elegant, refined, artistic milieux that so fascinate the novelistic heroes of Carpentier or Cortázar". Goytisolo -- "our misanthropic subject" -- "traverses spaces with no literary past whatsoever": What appeals to him -- and suits his lamentably vulgar tastes -- is the allogenic, postcolonial, barbarized Paris of Belleville or Barbès, a Paris that has nothing cosmopolitan or cultivated about it, but on the contrary is uncouthly foreign and illiterate.Only near the end is there a warning, superfluous by this time: "Reader, beware, the narrator is not trustworthy." Goytisolo offers reasons, hints, explanations about what has been stated so far, but the whole is meant to be self-defeating: "every one of his revelations about his life is booby-trapped". Nothing should be taken at face value, he suggests -- something of a relief given some of the sexual and other excesses. The literary games are meant to distract, and yet ultimately they also come together, in that picture of the society Goytisolo is trying to preserve. One of the stories continued throughout the novel involves the lost people of Oteka, "exterminated by Tartar hordes" centuries ago. They have been completely forgotten, but the Secret Commandos Against Oteka Genocide have taken up the cause, a senseless absurdity in our times. Goytisolo suggests that much of what he describes here in paining his picture of contemporary society is similarly absurd. With his various storylines, as well as adverts for atomic bunkers, an amusing idea about a film about the Unknown Soldier, and a broad picture of changing Parisian life he still comes quite close to presenting a convincing snapshot of modern Paris anno 1980. One danger is Goytisolo's own isolation. He delves and revels in the illiterate (and un-literary) underbelly of modern life, but he also admits living in a sort of isolation as a writer. The imagination still counts for more than the reality, always separating him from his subject. The most telling admission comes when he writes: To examine the map of the métro system is to yield to memory, to escape, to delirium; to accept utopia, fiction, fable: to visit the monuments, the abominations, the horrors of the city, one's own monuments, abominations, and horrors, without ever having to leave home.Elsewhere he proposes The Temple of the Muses, finding the isolated chamber of the public toilet stall the ideal workspace for aspiring writers (and suggesting that "a long row of these inspiring little stalls" would be the "ideal arrangement for the creative-writing workshops that abound in American universities"). As much as he wishes it, he can not escape his own skin as a distinctly literary creature, apart from the world he wants to capture. Landscapes after the Battle is a very entertaining novel, and a clever one. Goytisolo does a great deal here, and most of it he does very well. Parts of the book are curiously dated now: not everything changed in the way Goytisolo seems to have expected. With the coalescing of the European Union and the fall of the Soviet bloc many of the issues must now be framed differently -- both the landscapes and the "battle" have changed. Nevertheless, Landscapes after the Battle is a fine, fun read and certainly recommended. - Return to top of the page - Landscapes after the Battle:
- Return to top of the page - Spanish author Juan Goytisolo (1931-2017) lived in voluntary exile since 1956, mainly in Paris and Morocco. He is the author of numerous highly regarded novels. - Return to top of the page -
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