Saturday, 17 December 2011
Adjunct: an Undigest
This is undoubtedly the most strikingly original book I have read this year. Giving Gysin's / Burrough's cut up techniques a spin through a random number generator this is a collage of found phrases, beer, slices of (low)life, deaths, John Cage, grammar, The Fall, whisky, the difficulty of publishing poetry while on the dole etc.
Manson has a killer's surname and an eye for killer phrases. I wonder if he feels The Fall returned to form in the 21st century? Does he still have boils behind his ears? This is like Lucky Jim for poètes maudits.
The book took seven years to write/assemble and it takes time on a dizzy spin. Read left to right or right to left it will not be chronological but it is not chronononsense either. The sense of repetition across time makes you feel the STUCKness of experienced time. Christopher Hitchens is dead.
Some phrases are just words, or letters but others hit home with an advanced edge of pathos, or raise private or public sniggers, giggles or harumphs. You've got to let go to catch on. How many words makes a blog?
Russel Hoban is dead. Peter Manson is alive and well and hopefully composing more undigests.
This could very well be a work of genius, or at least a work of advanced frustration.
By the way, you can purchase a copy here: http://www.barquepress.com/publications.php?i=45
The image on the left is from Peter Manson's website http://www.petermanson.com/ and makes explicit a clear influence from Mark E Smith's collage album covers for The Fall.