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B : clever idea(s), but falls short of its potential See our review for fuller assessment.
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Biography of X is a book within a book.
It comes with a title-page presenting it as 'A Novel' by Catherine Lacey and then a corresponding copyright-page; a few blank pages -- first black then increasingly lighter shades of grey -- later comes an almost identical title-page, but this time without it being described as a novel, and with the author now named: C.M.Lucca; a copyright page follows that dates the book to 2005, rather than 2023.
So too at the end we find 'A Note about the Author' C.M.Lucca -- noting she was born in 1957 and promising: "This is her first and last book" -- before eventually also coming to 'A Note about the Author' Catherine Lacey.
I never intended to write a corrective biography -- if that is what this book is. All I wanted at first was to find out where my wife had been born, and I imagined I might publish my findings as an essay, and article, or perhaps a lawsuit, something to quickly discredit Mr.Smith.Lucca thinks she knows better than Smith, and she wants to set the record straight. A big problem is, however, that she too didn't really know that much about her mysterious and secretive wife, beginning with all the names X had used over the years. (Interestingly, Lucca, too, has some name-issues: "My parents had been in disagreement about what to write on my birth certificate, one of them insisting on Charlotte Marie and the other on Cynthia Malone. Until the age of seven I was called both names interchangeably".) Biography of X is, among other things, about identity, and X's proves extremely slippery. As will eventually be made clear, the story takes place not just in another time, but in an alternate reality, American history having taken a radically different turn in the mid-twentieth century. For all that, the present-day New York City scene readers enter at the beginning of the novel is quite familiar -- not least because of the familiar artist-names that figure in back- and foreground. Yet another of the games Lacey is playing is using the familiar to support her alternate-vision: many of the quotes and episodes are taken from familiar sources and re-purposed in the narrative; an end-notes section identifies the quotes and sources (and adaptations Lacey has made, e.g. "I have altered pronouns and verb tense in this quote"). Real-life figures -- Tom Waits and David Bowie. authors Kathy Acker and Denis Johnson, artist Richard Serra, among others -- also appear in the story. In ascribing others' quotes to and about X, Lacey constructs her protagonist as a kind of human palimpsest. Early on already, Lucca admits: "my wife layered fictions within her life as a kind of performance or, at times, a shield", and Lacey magnifies this in her fiction with the additional layers of (real-life) others' documented words and experiences she attributes to X. Lucca met with Smith when X was still alive -- he already wanted to write about her then -- and explained to him that: It is her explicit wish not to be captured in a biography, not now and not after she's gone.Of course, in writing her own 'Biography of X' Lucca goes against these clear wishes; she tries to convince herself that she's merely trying to better understand her former wife's life, and that her journalistic instincts -- she's a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist -- keep driving her on in her research and quest, but, of course, her act is also the ultimate betrayal of her former partner. (She eventually rationalizes it by revealing that she: "discovered an unforgivable trespass against myself and my privacy on X's part, and will no longer be respecting her wish to remain unsummarized".) Lucca also told Smith: "Only her art will remain", but in fact there's little of X's art to be seen: 'Biography of X' describes much of it -- books, art -- visual and performance --, music -- but only very roughly; readers are only given a sense of what it is like (and told how successful, or not, it was) without really being able to judge X's talents; we have to take Lucca/Lacey's word for it. (The few familiar 'examples' of X's art -- Lucca/Lacey ascribe David Bowie's song 'Heroes' to her, for example -- are, like may of the quotes, actually others' work, and it's (unfortunately) hard to buy into Lacey's fiction so fully as to believe they are truly X's creations.) Some of the concept-art is described in closer detail but, again, it is the concept rather than the art that is the focus, as with the exhibit The Human Subject, where Lucca does print X's "Disclosure' -- a sort of introduction-explanation printed in the exhibit catalogue. Dealing with identity, it is revealing about X (and what she is trying to convey in the exhibit -- "a total, ongoing delusion, a work of art that overtook life so completely that no seams could be seen") but, yet again, is more art-as-theory than art in practice. (This is, of course, appropriate, in that it reflects much modern art-work, where the idea trumps the realization, and the concept is what matters; it's no less frustrating for that.) When X first courted a still-married Lucca they sound each other out some: At one point on that first walk I told her that I'd heard about her work, and that I found it all quite suspicious.Certainly, X does her best to keep everyone, public and private, guessing. There's a lot she doesn't reveal about herself, and there's a lot she invents. It's nearly impossible to be sure about anything about her. Lacey sets her novel in an America whose trajectory was different from the familiar one, most notably in a split between north and south, the Southern Territory a backward theocracy cut off from the rest of the world by a wall for half a century or so -- an American East Germany, or even North Korea. Among Lucca's discoveries is that X was born in the Southern Territories, and that she was a rare escapee from there. (Only recently was it reünified now with the north, and it remains very backward.) In contrast to this repressive state, the Northern Territory has long been a much more progressive one than the real-life United States, not least regarding the role of women. One of the most interesting aspects of Lacey's novel comes in considering feminism in a society that seemed to have managed to achieve an at least nominal equality of the sexes, as: Though women had federally mandated equal pay, free child care, access to birth control, and equal representation in government and most professions -- and even though there was overwhelming national support for the policies that had led to these advancements -- tenacious forms of sexism still existed within the culture, according to many.Another shift from actual history is in the American art scene, where a shift from art being seen as: "almost exclusively a male calling" took place, and after World War II: "women were seen as the sex to whom "art" belonged" -- a clever idea that is reflected in some of X's path as well. As with so much in Biography of X, however, this isn't explored nearly enough. Biography of X bogs down in flighty X's many selves. She is almost impossible to pinpoint -- often literally: she simply disappears (and tells Lucca never to ask about where she's been) -- and transforms and recreates herself in countless guises (and with countless names). X did explain her belief that: You are not your name, you are not what you have done, you are not what people see, you are not what you see or what you have seen.She also embodied that claim -- making her a somewhat problematic figure to center a biography on, faux or not. Lacey presents X as a very significant artist, with a remarkable, and remarkably varied output. It's a lot to load on a character, and, predictably, X can't live up to it, not on the basis of what Lucca/Lacey present. Meanwhile, some of the more interesting potential in the book, notably the role and position of women, as artists and generally, in this altered reality is left under-developed and explored. Lucca's quest leads her to many of the people who had been important in X's life, but Lucca is chronicling her writing-of-biography as much as she is writing a biography -- and, far from being a neutral observer, as a journalist might aspire to, she is, of course, much too much emotionally involved (understandably so, since her subject is one she had such profound feelings for). As such, Lucca often threatens to displace X as the subject of the book, which is also one of self-discovery rather than just discovery. (As Lucca admits, halfway through, as she finds herself caught up in her project: "now I am busy, so busy, day and night, ruining my life".) Unfortunately, Lucca isn't particularly interesting -- in no small part because she doesn't seem to be very sure of her own self; as such, she also functions too much simply as a kind of foil for X. Their love for one another remains something of a mystery as well -- and, while that may be true of love in general, you'd figure Lucca would have at least a little better handle on the nature of their relationship. Both Lucca and the ultra-mutable X remain too much ciphers, with too little history, characters that don't -- that have practically never -- grown, but simply are. The idea of X as blank slate construct, built up on the ideas, quotes, and experiences of others, is a clever and appealing one, but doesn't fully come off. For one, X is too many different people; that may be part of Lacey's point, but it does not play well in this form. The depiction of the modern/contemporary art world has its amusing moments -- X's Sophie Calle-stalking work (Where Are You, Sophie ?) and the like are fun ideas -- and especially the New York scene is entertaining, and Lacey does introduce many intriguing ideas. Lacey has a good feel for this culture -- and the writing about it -- and utilizes that well. However, the characters and many of the episodes, especially in Lucca's not-quite-interviews of the subjects, have a more forced feel -- but maybe Lucca is, Pulitzer Prize notwithstanding, just meant to be a bad journalist (and she does have the excuse of being emotionally way too tied up with her subject). Ultimately, Biography of X is more impressive as concept than in its realization (as, one suspects, most of X's work is). Mind you, Lacey presents her construct very impressively, employing found (and occasionally commissioned) photographs, a wide variety of quotes, as wel as inventing sources in Lucca's footnotes to her text. But the novel built up around that doesn't nearly do those conceits, or her alternate reality, full justice. Biography of X is decent but ultimately a bit flat fun. - M.A.Orthofer, 27 May 2023 - Return to top of the page - Biography of X:
- Return to top of the page - American author Catherine Lacey was born in 1985. - Return to top of the page -
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