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B : odd; disturbingly/admirably revealing See our review for fuller assessment.
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Manhood is a work of autobiographical self-analysis, Michel Leiris -- who begins this work at age thirty-four -- often almost clinically assessing himself and how he got to this point ("life's mid-point"), in particular by looking back to his childhood and youth.
Even as I write, the plan I had devised escapes me, and one might say that the more I look into myself the more confused everything I see becomes, the themes I originally hoped to distinguish proving inconsequential and arbitrary, as if such classification was ultimately no more than an abstract guideline, or merely a simple procedure of aesthetic composition.Manhood is filled with incidents and appreciations of blood, violence, and injury -- all the more striking because of a lack of corresponding emotion. He admits: I know that very early in my life, I had a predilection for for tears, as well as for a certain degree of histrionics. It would be almost impossible for me to say at what moments, even when I was very young, I was really natural, at what moments I was playing a part not, in truth, out of deliberate hypocrisy (for, quite often, I was my own dupe) but from an instinctive need to magnify myself in the eyes of others or in my own.His stylized neutral and detached tone now seem, in a way unnatural, too -- and, of course, are just a different sort of pose and presentation. Often his efforts not to be judgmental make for some very creepy reading, especially with regards to matters of sex and love. Fascinated by the bloody penetration of bullfighting -- be it the matador plunging his sword into the bull's body, or the bull gorging the matador -- physical injury is frequently a focus here. As to sex itself: It would be impossible for me to perform the sexual act if I felt it to be anything but sterile and alien to the human instinct of reproduction.And: I cannot conceive of love save in torment and tears; nothing moves me or attracts me so much as a woman weeping, unless it is a Judith with murderous eyes. Looking back to my earliest childhood, I find memories connected with stories of wounded women.In many ways Leiris' account and his many vivid, stark (and often bloody) memories are fascinating. He is a literary man ("My chief activity is literature", he explains, matter-of-factly and without assigning that any particular value), and he is also concerned with making his self-analysis a literary work, in both the telling and the structure. Manhood is a work of a specific time, place, and culture -- pre-war France, written by a man steeped in surrealism (with the book dedicated to similarly bare-to-the-bones author Georges Bataille) and the psychology of the day -- but despite its distinct (and frequently disturbing) alienness the book stands up quite well. It's certainly not comfortable reading, but it exerts a fascination of sorts: Leiris may not be a man one would have wanted to know too closely (certainly not intimately), but his struggles and his account of his journey to the manhood he has reached are certainly intriguing. - M.A.Orthofer, 12 July 2013 - Return to top of the page - Manhood:
- Return to top of the page - French author and anthropologist Michel Leiris lived 1901 to 1990. - Return to top of the page -
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