Sunday, 18 July 2010
We present the final installment of our ludicrous literary competition
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Previously on Ferretbrain Presents: the TeXt Factor, we voted out ten out of our twelve books. In case you've forgotten, here they all are:

Most recently, we voted out South of the Border, West of the Sun - it was cool, but not quite as cool as our two finalists.
Here is our visualisation:

Umm ... I'm not sure what's happening in it. Which is kind of appropriate, given the context.
So this week we have wine. Delicious wine in a really peculiar bottle. Dan once again fails to remember the order we voted things off in, and Kyra objects to dream sequences. The God of Small Things tells us about toothbrushes, madness, family and childhood. The Woman in White tells us about typhus, plotting, poisoning and popery.
Kyra draws comparisions to A Song of Ice and Fire and Othello as it is commonly staged. Jamie gets rather fixated on a housekeeper. Like really fixated.
And that's a wrap! Thanks everybody who's listened and commented. Stay tuned to Ferretbrain for more peacasts, our Edinburgh coverage and our usual random assortment of silly articles on pointless subjects.

Most recently, we voted out South of the Border, West of the Sun - it was cool, but not quite as cool as our two finalists.
Here is our visualisation:

Umm ... I'm not sure what's happening in it. Which is kind of appropriate, given the context.
So this week we have wine. Delicious wine in a really peculiar bottle. Dan once again fails to remember the order we voted things off in, and Kyra objects to dream sequences. The God of Small Things tells us about toothbrushes, madness, family and childhood. The Woman in White tells us about typhus, plotting, poisoning and popery.
Kyra draws comparisions to A Song of Ice and Fire and Othello as it is commonly staged. Jamie gets rather fixated on a housekeeper. Like really fixated.
And that's a wrap! Thanks everybody who's listened and commented. Stay tuned to Ferretbrain for more peacasts, our Edinburgh coverage and our usual random assortment of silly articles on pointless subjects.
Themes: The TeXt Factor 1, Podcasts
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I read the Furies of Calderon, Angels & Demons, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and The Dreaming Void.
I did like the fact it ended on a very beautiful note - because of the fragmented chronology it was very strange to come through all that TRAUMA to something beautiful, knowing even so the TRAUMA it leads to.
I'm not ... entirely ... sure what it wanted me to take away from the text, though, apart from a broken heart.
Yeah, the bit where she
She is, in fact, the old woman who minds other peoples' business we were talking about in episode 10.
I mean to my mind it sort of undermines the whole point to pin everything down to one person.
It's been a while since I actually read the end of the book (I didn't after the end of the context because I had several books which I hadn't previously read to finish off), but the impression I got was that before Kochamma sticks her oar in there was a faint, glimmering possibility that things might have... well, they wouldn't have been fixed. But something might have been salvaged. But the things she does absolutely shatters that hope, in the worst possible way.
The characters all live in a broken world, but we can still look at their actions and think about whether they make their world more broken or less. To me, Baby is someone who makes that world more broken, and does so on purpose. She isn't responsible for everything, but what she is responsible for is completely vile.
I am going to start reading it again tonight.
Like Kyra, I liked the end of The god of small things. Well, maybe 'liked' is the wrong word, what with all the TRAUMA. It felt like being smashed on the ground after falling from a great height and then being gathered up gently in a soft blanket and put to bed.
As to what to take away from it... it feels to me like a strangely moral book, in that it made me feel extremely sensitized to the awfulness of insensitivity and selfishness and intolerance and to the immense value of care and emotional generosity and empathy. It sort of allows you to judge the characters while also understanding and feeling for them, and to see the great harm they do to each other while making it hard to blame them unreservedly for it. Which is quite impressive given the way judgment and sympathy often feel incompatible. What got to me most of all was the portrayal of the emotional wounding of the children, and how terrifyingly easy and largely inadvertent and certainly unintentional it is, and how in a sense they react to things so unpredictably that you feel like if you were presented with a child after reading the book you'd be paralyzed with fear of saying or doing anything at all in case it triggered some unexpected trauma, and yet at the same time it feels like a great deal of it could have been avoided if everyone had just somehow managed to care for them as human beings needing care rather than as inconveniences or social accessories or incidental details or tools.
That was also the worst thing, for me, about what Baby Kochamma does:
I consoled myself with three things about the ending I really liked:
Touché! Yeah, I thought about that, and it is to the extent that
Also
Anyway, this is all getting very grey, so maybe I should stop moaning. (OoooOOOooooh, why does Wilkie Collins keep troubling me with his disappointing end? What have I do with his end?)
But, just before I swear off the spoiler-tags,
As for the painting thing, it did kind of stand out for me as being almost needlessly mean, to the point where I started wondering whether Collins was parodying something. Is there some gothic novel from around the same time period featuring a heroine whose paintings everyone swoons over or something?
First off, although we were all favourably impressed by its remarkably-modern sensibilities, the book *was* written more than a hundred years ago. I don't think it's entirely realistic to expect a showdown between Marian and Fosco because when you get right down to it, the book is still set in the nineteenth century, and properly brought up young women simply don't have showdowns with sinister Italians.
Similarly I suspect that Hartright's faintly patronizing treatment of Laura is simply par for the course for the nineteenth century. I mean when you get right down to it, it's not like he's ever respected her as an equal, quite the opposite in fact.
What I remember liking about the ending is that it's so utterly ignominious and unheroic for pretty much everybody. Everybody is basically wrecked by the whole affair.
I don't feel I can really get on board with that. As Arthur says, the text very clearly sets up the idea that Glyde is Walter's nemesis and Fosco is Marian's. She even says exactly that in direct speech on at least one occasion, and Fosco says it more than once, not to mention that bit in her diary where she imagines throwing Fosco's words one by one in his teeth, which reads very much like foreshadowing. If Collins wasn't going to be able to deliver the blatantly necessary and inevitable conclusion of that idea, he shouldn't have set it up with flashing lights and big arrows pointing to it. So I'm afraid if I'm not allowed to blame the book for failing to deliver what it promises, I'm just going to blame it for promising what it fails to deliver.
Plus Marian herself evidently doesn't think it's an unrealistic expectation because when she works out that Walter's off to have the show-down she urges him to let her come.
I don't regard the amateur investigators in Woman in White or Angels & Demons as detectives. South Sun briefly has someone who might maybe be a detective possibly if that bit actually happened at all and wasn't metaphorical anyway, which... I'm not minded to include. It does, however, include likely financial irregularities, which I forgot about.
Ditto domestic abuse in TWIW.
Drood's bulk was also in my original notes but got lost somewhere in the fiddling about process.
I might try to reshuffle it if I feel energetic enough.
I'm split right down the middle between Andy and Alex. Of the two books that I've read, one was ranked second-last (Angels and Demons) and the other tied for first (The God of Small Things). Of course, the one I personally preferred got booted practically right off the bat, while the one I found tedious and uninteresting made it all the way to the top. Figures.
I must admit taking a peek at Arthur's hilarious hypnosis chart before listening to the actual episode. I was disappointed to see The God of Small Things occupying the very top, because even though I haven't yet started The Woman in White, I just know I'm going to adore it. Then I listened to the actual podcast and found out that The Woman in White didn't come in second, it tied for first. I was pleased.
Does it strike anyone else as odd, though, that you jokingly call it “racist” to vote against Roy's The God of Small Things, but not sexist? (As for a word meaning prejudice-against-dead-people, I've always been partial to Terry Pratchett's “vitalist,” myself.)
I'd like to address Kyra's remarks about The Woman in White being the “shallower” option than The God of Small Things. I'm going to speak from my own viewpoint, which is different from Kyra's but may possibly resonate with her.
I would contend that the principle objective of any artistic endeavor is (or should be) to engage the observer. (At times like this, my first instinct is to say “entertain,” then Schindler's List rises up in my mind like a chastising angel, and I must cast about for another term.) Being “deep” and “meaningful” and so on comes a far second.
In my experience, people seek out art to be emotionally and/or intellectually engaged, rather than edified. If edification transpires, so much the better, but that's not the point.
Therefore, I personally would have no problem voting for a book which engaged my interest without particularly edifying (say, The Demon's Lexicon) over one which—masterfully structured and incredibly edifying though it may have been—I had to force myself to get through because the story itself was incredibly boring (e.g. 1984).
Again, I understand Kyra did enjoy The God of Small Things, so the parallel is tenuous, but my point is that I see nothing shallow in voting for a book which is more successful at the primary task of art (engaging the observer's interest) and less edifying over one which engages less but edifies more.
In fact, this is probably utter nonsense but still a fun little construction which might even have some measure of insight (if you squint at it); on a site like ferretbrain, it's right that the “art” book and the “entertainment” book should tie for first place, rather than one winning out over the other.
I do feel disappointed to've had so many good discussions cut short by voting a particular book off. I know that's how the game works but I was wondering: what are the chances of doing a TeXt Factor Follow-Up podcast where you all come back and talk about the rest of the books you (or most of you) finished reading after they were voted off/the contest ended? (In this case, The Maltese Falcon, Wolf Hall, South of the Border, West of the Sun, and of course, The God of Small Things and The Woman in White.) You could arrange to fly Arundhati Roy out to Wilkie Collins' grave to do the podcast. What do you say?
Lastly, if you do end up making Ferretbrain Presents: The TeXt Factor an annual series—which would be awesome—will you accept nominations for books? I really, really want to nominate On the Jellicoe Road because, well, because that book is the shit. (My mum and I listened to it on CD this summer, and I was crying my eyes out the last three or four chapters.) I'd love to hear ~ten episodes (or even one episode) of you all discussing the book and sharing your thoughts and pointing out all the clever things I've missed. Pretty please?
I think part of that is because a big thing in The God of Small Things is the lingering aftereffects of colonialism - see Baby Kochamma spouting Shakespeare at a confused Sophie Mol, see the family as a whole be anxious that Estha and Rahel appear and behave in a manner which makes their English guests feel at home. You may have noticed in one of the episodes that we feel really quite bad about our ancestors running around the globe traumatising other cultures, so it's probably not surprising that the discussion is flavoured with a big dollop of imperial guilt.
Also, 1984 is boring? Man, I'm never going to trust a book recommendation from you again...
That said, I'm speaking as someone who found Woman in White an absolute slog, but devoured GoST twice in a weekend.
To be serious for a moment, I suspect it's for two reasons, firstly while thirty-three percent of the Text factor judges were female, all of us were white. Secondly, although it's kind of a joke, it's also a reference to a genuine discomfort with the fact that of the books on our list only two were by non-white authors, and in both cases our reactions to those books did contain strong elements of "gosh, this is a brown person book about brown people!"
I can't speak for my fellow judges, but I'm completely comfortable with my own ability and willingness to read books written by women, whereas the only time I'm likely to read a book by somebody who isn't white is if I'm deliberately trying to score Not-A-Racist points.
I think what we were mainly talking about was the different techniques and modes (which I think may be some kind of technical term, but I use it non-technically here) the two books use to engage the audience. The woman in white is very genre (although admittedly a genre that didn't really exist before it invented it) and engages you by making you gasp and wonder what's going to happen next and also by being just sufficiently over the top with its characterization that it's tremendously entertaining and funny without being distancing in the way that full-blown social satire is. Whereas The god of small things does it by lovely prose and quiet charm and atmosphere and a structure that's a bit disorientating but makes you wonder not so much what's going to 'happen' next as how you're going to feel next. But nobody voted for The god of small things because it was edifying but boring, if you see what I mean.
If edification comes into it, I think it's only as something you experience as part of the satisfaction of a book. The way The god of small things works on our sympathies for the characters and our instinctive moral reactions to what they do is part of what made it a rich and satisfying experience for me, because there's something quite exciting about being made, for example, to swing back and forth wildly between liking and disliking Ammu. It's the same sort of sensation as not knowing who to trust in The Maltese falcon, it just happens on a different plane. And the loveliness of the writing is similarly just a trick for creating atmosphere and emotional landscape that makes you feel a certain way, the same as in any good genre book.
So, speaking just for myself, I didn't feel I was making a choice between an 'art' book and an 'entertainment' book and thus choosing whether I prefer to be entertained or, um, arted. The art of the novel is an art of entertainment, among other things, and if a novel doesn't grip me then I regard that as a failure of artfulness. In the end I voted for the one that I felt more deeply and strongly about, which included not being remotely bored by it. If that makes sense.
About books for a future series, I still haven't read On the Jellicoe Road and would love to, but on the other hand we know Kyra's read it and it may well be that some of the others have too, and I think the general idea is (or at least, if I had my druthers, would be) to try to avoid doing books that more than one or at most two of the judges have read before. Because knowing what's going to happen slightly spoils the vote-as-you-go-along nature of the game, and because often one doesn't want to read something one's already read before, and because it would be a shame to turn an amusing and original format into just some people talking about why good books are good. Not to mention that On the Jellicoe Road has also, as you point out, actually been reviewed here already, which means that not only does Kyra already know what she thinks about it but also all her fellow judges and the listeners at home know what she thinks about it. She may well have more interesting things to say about it, but it would still make it a somewhat lopsided exercise.
Finally, amongst all the attention we're paying to the fact that Estha and Rahel's family are strange exotic brown people, we mustn't forget that the Halcombe / Fairlie family are Northeners, and possible even Geordies, who as we know are almost as mysterious and otherish as foreigners. ;)
That's what gives me pause - including books previously reviewed on FB seems like unnecessary redundancy, especially since discussion about said book has probably happened on the review in question. I'd love to get the Text Factor crew to read The Grin of the Dark but it's probably not gonna happen (at least, not as part of the show) for that reason.
For some perverse reason, this makes me very happy. Look at you, you're all so beautifully, incredibly, madly different. It's amazing. /
David TennantThe Doctor, ANY Doctor.(Actually, speaking of Doctor Who, Andy, it seems that our tastes in general diverge wildly. *shrugs*)
Re: The art/entertainment dichotomy
Yes, of course it's utter rubbish when you're talking about God of Small Things/Woman in White. I just grabbed onto Kyra's momentary construction of such a dichotomy to make a more general point. The rest was me irreverently applying the dichotomy well out of context—deliberately missing the point along the way—for the sake of having a little fun with it. Which I thought was basically the idea behind the whole TeXt Factor exercise in the first place.
Re: On the Jellicoe Road
Fair enough, Jamie, Arthur. I'm still of the opinion that you can work around any such difficulties if you all decide you really want to read On the Jellicoe Road or The Grin of the Dark or whatever else. But there it is, I've put my nomination out there, and now it's up to the next round of TeXt Factor judges to decide what to do with it.
Either way, looking forward to finishing the series off again when I'm done with the book.