Why New Narrative and why now? Writers Who Love Too Much arrives in the
wake of renewed critical and scholarly attention to the movement; enough, at
any rate, to convince us to revisit, reprint and revive some of the original
documents of the 70s/80s/90s avant-garde. Founded in the San Francisco poetry
scene of the late 1970s, New Narrative responded to post-structuralist quarrels
with traditional storytelling practice for reinscribing “master narrative,” and
attempted to open up the field to a wider range of subjects and subject
positions. It would be a writing prompted not by fiat nor consensus, nor by the
totalizing suggestions of the MFA “program era,” but by community; it would be
unafraid of experiment, unafraid of kitsch, unafraid of sex and gossip and
political debate. Novice writers have been lectured since forever to “show,
don’t tell,” but one thing New Narrative did was tell and tell and tell without
the cheap obscurantism of “showing.” In the years since 1977 the roots of New
Narrative have become obscured, partly because it was an ill-defined movement
from the beginning, partly because its point(s) of origin are in debate, and
partly because a welcome host of second and third generation writers later
altered its character in significant ways. Our anthology will go back to a
putative beginning and proceed warily through the decades since Gerald Ford was
president, and it will stop twenty years later, right at the beginning of what
might be called New Narrative’s second wave. An important anthology from 2004, Biting the Error: Writers Explore Narrative
(edited by Robert Glück, Mary Burger, Camille Roy, and Gail Scott), shows that
new wave in full flight, with a galaxy of brilliant young writers disparate as
Rob Halpern, Renee Gladman, Douglas Martin, Heriberto Yepez; but Writers Who Love Too Much presents work
made during the first wave of New Narrative and stops itself only by immense
self-control, at a place that fairy demands a sequel. (“New Narrative
Beginnings 1977-1997,” Kevin Killian and Dodie Bellamy)
Constructed,
as the back cover informs, as a “new map of late 20th century
creative rebellion,” a “movement fueled by punk, pop, porn, French theory, and
social struggle” is the massive anthology Writers Who Love Too Much: New Narrative 1977-1997, eds. Dodie Bellamy and KevinKillian (New York NY: Nightboat Books, 2017).
At over five hundred pages, the bulk of the anthology includes prose
(whether self-contained pieces or excerpts of longer works), but also includes other
writing, interviews, essays and talks by Steve Abbott, Kathy Acker, Michael
Amnasan, Roberto Bedoya, Bruce Benderson, Charles Bernstein, Nayland Blake,
Bruce Boone, Lawrence Braithwaite, Rebecca Brown, Kathe Burkhart, Marsha
Campbell, Dennis Cooper, Sam D’Allesandro, Gabrielle Daniels, Leslie Dick,
Cecilia Dougherty, Bob Flanagan, Robert Glück, Judy Grahn, Brad Gooch, Carla
Harryman, Richard Hawkins, Ishmael Houston-Jones, Gary Indiana, Edith A.
Jenkins, Kevin Killian, Chris Kraus, R. Zamora Linmark, Eileen Myles, John
Norton, F.S. Rosa, Camille Roy, Sarah Schulman, Gail Scott, David O. Steinberg,
Lynne Tillman, Matias Viegener, Scott Watson and Laurie Weeks. Centred around
San Francisco, the loose movement of “New Narrative” is provided thorough
context and history through a lengthy introduction, co-written by Bellamy and
Killian, and swirls around conversations and “concurrent writing developments” “across
the Americas, Asia, and Europe” that include Language Poetry, “French, German
and Russian philosophy,” revolution, difference, Canadian writers Scott,
Marlatt and Brossard, and the queer community, among other elements absorbed,
lifted and borrowed to attempt to write something entirely new. Even for their
self-described “definitive sampling of a wide range of original New Narrative
texts,” this is such a massive and rich undertaking, one that is deeply
personal for both Bellamy and Killian. As they write: “Because we were there,
we feel we need this range to display the writings most important to us.”
Bo is called both Bo and Butch. Bo likes to be
called Butch but he writes his name Bo. I think it’s a spelling problem. I call
Bo “Bo” just because he likes Butch better than Bo. Also I can’t say “Butch”
too well, I always end up saying “bush.”
Me though, I’m named Squeaky, after Squeaky
Fromme. Squeaky Fromme was an anarchist and killed a movie star. I’m supposed
to turn out to be a butcher of stars (butcher than Butch). I’m called Squeaky,
Pip-squeak and weasling, which is weasel + weakling.
I’m making my brother into a big porno movie
stud so he can be in the Hollywood Wax Museum. Real brothers are big in
Hollywood porno movies. (“BO-HUNK,” Richard Hawkins)
Beyond
all of that (as if that weren’t enough material to spend the rest of the year
sifting through), the anthology also includes pages upon pages of notes at the
end, expanding upon editorial choices as well as providing a great deal of
context for certain of the pieces. As they write in the notes for “Judy Grahn,
Interviewed by Steve Abbott and Dodie Bellamie”: “We wanted our anthology to
show more than a series of texts now canonically arranged; for we wanted to
present a vivid picture of a particular avant-garde, and we knew that to do so
we must include the ephemera. Maybe you’d want that in every anthology, to show
the social construction of the writing, but ephemera itself seemed especially
apropos to New Narrative writing, which began as a body of work torn, like the
Living Newspaper of the WPA project of the 1930s, from the headlines, reacting
to social and political actions as they occurred, or as we worked for them to
occur.”
GOOCH: Yeah, genre writing. In the classical
period poets would do an elegy and then do an ode, then a lyrical poem and
everyone knew what they were doing. Now poetry’s gone into this kind of mess in
a way—which is good, I don’t mind that—but in writing life there are these very
definite kinds of writing: magazine articles, stories, novels.
SA: The 80’s as the pastiche of all these
things being thrown together.
GOOCH: That connects with what’s going on in
painting. In fact there are these connections between certain kinds of painters
and writers I’m starting to see, which I hadn’t thought about much before, and
one of them is that, being free to throw in everything, and the other is being
free to tell a story again, without having always to be reminding everyone that
one knows one’s writing a novel, drawing attention to “this is language”—all
that kind of stuff which was popular, which was need, which now we really know.
Novels are old-fashioned; and we can just go on and do it anyway.
I
guess I’m interested in the popular thing, not popular like being the most
popular person in the class (although that’s all right). I wrote an article for
GQ about Dennis and the L.A. poets,
about Ed Smith and Jack Skelley, about California and the excerpts from their
poems were completely accessible. They were about high school life, that kind
of stuff, and anyone in the world could get that stuff. I kind of like that. A
lot of writing being done actually is accessible. (“BRAD GOOCH: interviewed by
Steve Abbott”)
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