“Letters to Iceland” by Selina Guinness, Rosita Boland, and Colin Graham

Delighted to see this shared project reflecting on writing, politics, travel, and history published in Another Chicago magazine this month.

Another Chicago Magazine

iceland me cloudsy Photo: S.L. Wisenberg

Preface

In 1937, W.H. Auden (b. York) and Louis MacNeice (b. Belfast), published their co-
authored Letters from Iceland, “the most unorthodox travel book ever written” (Daily
Mail). Less an account of their actual journey undertaken the previous year, than a mock-heroic model of collaborative practice, Auden describes Letters from Iceland as a ‘collage’ – ‘a form that’s large enough to swim in’. Playful in spirit and parodic in intention, these verse epistles, absurd tourist notes and personal correspondence combine to produce a non-fictional text that refracts the poets’ anxieties about the imminent collapse of Europe.

The following exchange of letters among three Irish writers and friends seeks to remodel, and reflect on, the conditions of this collaboration. These Letters to Iceland were first presented publicly at the 5th NonFictioNOW conference, held at the University of Iceland, in Rejkjavik, in June 2017.

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Tibradden Open Days, 2018

TIBRADDEN HOUSE

Mutton Lane, Rathfarnham, Dublin 16

Tibradden is a family home, designed by architect Joseph Maguire, and built (primarily) in 1860.  The tour provides a history of the house within its setting, and information too about the Massy estate at Killakee (Massy Woods).

We would ask you please to visit on the appointed days only, and prior appointment is always very much appreciated. Enquiries / bookings: selina.guinness@me.com

Open Days & Tour Times for 2018 under Section 482. 

Month Dates Days Access by tour only: Tours (45 min)
January 4 – 14 incl; 21 & 28. Check 10 am – 2 pm 10.30 & 12 pm.
February 7, 21, 27. Tu/Wds 10 am – 2 pm 10.30 & 12 pm.
March Closed Closed Closed Closed
April Closed Closed Closed Closed
May 13, 20, 26, 27 Sat/Sun 2 – 6 pm 2.30 & 4.30 pm
June 20 – 28 incl. Daily 10 am – 2 pm 10.30 & 12 pm.
July Closed Closed Closed Closed
August 18 – 31 incl. Daily 2 – 6 pm 2.30 & 4.30 pm
September 1 – 7 incl; 10 – 13; 28 – 30 Check 10 am – 2 pm 10.30 & 12 pm.
October Closed Closed Closed Closed
November 2, 9, 16, 23, 30 Fri 10 am – 2 pm 10.30 & 12 pm
December Closed Closed Closed Closed

 Please note: there is no public access to the house or grounds except by public tour as advertised above.

Admission: €6 adult, children free.

 

 

 

The Rub of Time, Martin Amis.

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“I peaked at the age of 40.” This admission comes in one of two, joyously self-deprecating essays collected here about Martin Amis’s beautiful game. “I noticed that I was losing to my erstwhile equals; then I started losing to people I had never lost to; then I started losing to absolutely everybody . . . The ball comes over the net like a strange surprise: you just stand there and watch until, with a senescent spasm, you bustle off to meet it.”

As the choice of “bustle” suggests, his prose is in better shape. As in tennis, Martin Amis boasts a range of lightly executed master strokes, and sustains an entertaining game. There is the “looping forehand” evident in his analysis of the “comic and deflationary” pleasures of the greats of Jewish-American fiction (Nabokov, Bellow, Roth, firmly seeded 1, 2, 3). The “accurate backhand slice” is lethally deployed in his reportage for Newsweek covering the Republican Party conventions in 2011 and 2012. The defensive lob (“far and away my most effective weapon”) scores points in gossipy pieces about the effects of celebrity on his authorial ego (“People say that novelists, nowadays, are like rock stars. On what planet are they living? It’s been that way for years.”) Most of his neologisms are aces. “Jingobilly” for “the kind of patriotic folk music” performed for the Republican crowd in a Tampa Bay convention centre. “Horrorism”, served up to cover massacre by suicide bombing, cost him the match in a 2006 tournament about his views on Islamist terrorism against opponents, heavy-hitter Pankaj Mishra, and the unseeded Terry Eagleton. The sting of that loss smarts in several pieces collected here.

The trouble with these rankings is that the Amis centre court is exclusively reserved for the male tournament

Amis is as big a personality on the literary court as the players he lionises. The critical distinctions he draws between Vladimir Nabokov, the patrician émigré spinning “divine levity” out of his family’s flight from the Holocaust, and Saul Bellow, the loving immigrant with a visionary intellectual range and sentience, most often hit the mark. But the trouble with these rankings is that the Amis centre court is exclusively reserved for the male tournament. And this phallocentrism also informs his choice of critical terms. He approvingly notes Nabokov’s description of the generative “throb” or “shiver” necessary to fiction, an ejaculatory metaphor he adopts for his own creative process, despite the qualms he articulates about Nabokov’s thirst for pre-teen girls evident in six of his 19 fictions.

In The Rub of Time, boys play, and women are watched as ball girls. The contents page features two female writers, Jane Austen and Iris Murdoch, but their presence here is mediated through the narrow lens of male film directors. In “Jane Austen and the Dream Factory”, we find Martin Amis as Regency buck scorning the “Darcymania” inspired by screen adaptations, including “the bottomlessly horrible” Four Weddings and a Funeral, manfully endured in the company of Salman Rushdie. His review of Murdoch unconsciously colludes in rubbing out “the most intelligent woman in Britain”, an Amis family friend, by reading back through her fiction to discover “the fever of fragility” running through “its vigorous imperium”.A defensive player might counter that he recognises patriarchal privilege as his own back line, and masculinity his field of play. And it is instructive how he negotiates the sexual politics of his chosen greats through their minor works and correspondence, Philip Roth’s The Dying Animal, Philip Larkin’sLetters, Nabokov’s Ada (“that incontinent splurge”) and The Original of Laura. His common diagnosis is that these texts fail due to the unpersuasive lack of distance between authorial desire or prejudice, and the narrative device. The charge-sheet is drawn up on the only valid literary grounds, those of style. These are aesthetic flaws without socio-political or moral consequence. He states, “the charge of misogyny etc is just a straight-forward category error”, an inappropriate question to raise of capital L “Literature”, and adds: “The right-on heroine . . . is of no conceivable interest to any genuine writer: besides, she is well-represented in any number of admiring narratives – and you can get all you want of them at the airport.”

The fact that a woman’s body has a head on top of it isn’t much more than a detail

In Time’s Arrow, the more successful of his two formally innovative novels about the Holocaust, the unreliable narrator notes of his Nazi protagonist and alter ego: “Women’s bodies bring out all his finer feelings. The fact that a woman’s body has a head on top of it isn’t much more than a detail.” The relationship is governed by synecdoche: a woman’s anatomical parts stand in for the (“w” as an optional extra) hole. As a competitor at the World Series Poker Tournament, Amis soaks up the Sin City atmosphere: “I am now old enough to inspect the attendant girls with an anthropologist’s eye: astonishingly, the average set of vital statistics would go something like 38E – 28 – 26,” but cannot resist a connoisseur’s postscript: “these top-heavy buttless wonders wouldn’t turn any heads in Rio where surgery ‘takes place below the waist’”.

Amis prefers to declare himself “a gynocrat” – rather than a feminist – yet when his finer feelings are evoked, the chivalric desire to protect women is still articulated in synecdochal terms. The Iranian, Neda Soltan, a “defiant individualist” killed while protesting against the re-election of Ahmadinejad, is iconised as “the gentle face of the modern” and in this rhetorical flourish, her individuality is erased. Similarly, Princess Diana is “a non-story, remorselessly and fanatically annotated by our own projections and desires”.

And yet, a gonzo joy is evident in enumerating all the acts and parts performed

An extended piece of reportage from a hardcore porn set concludes in accidentally punning terms: “I satisfied myself that porno is now so baldly misogynistic that the only desire it arouses is a desire to be elsewhere.” And yet, a gonzo joy is evident in enumerating all the acts and parts performed. In a phallocentric order, where chivalry allows sentimentality and hardcore pornography to co-exist, rubbed-out women provide a safety valve for bathos that would otherwise threaten to unman the hardened witness.

In his introduction to The Second Plane (2008), Amis announced: “Geopolitics may not be my natural subject, but masculinity is.” In an age when geopolitics and misogyny converge, to articulate violence against women in synecdochal terms – “grab them by the pussies” – then for all the reasons above, it’s Amis’s commentary you want to read. “Narcissus is auto-erotic, Trump is self-aroused.” Trump is “a gawker, groper, and a gloater” but in his choice of public venues for making passes at women, he betrays “a sexual yellow streak”.

For all its virtuosity and stylistic brilliance, The Rub of Timeclearly reveals the chalk-dust in its game.

  • Selina Guinness lectures in Irish literature at Dún Laoghaire Institute of Art, Design and Technology and edited The New Irish Poets

Review of The Rub of Time, Irish Times 7/10/2017.

Carrick Writing Workshop: Field Notes for Interiors

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Thinking in spaces and writing in places.

 

Led by writer Selina Guinness, who is a lecturer in English at IADT, Dun Laoghaire and an experienced facilitator of creative writing, this writing workshop will focus on creating a sense of space and form .

Selina’s memoir, The Crocodile by the Door, was shortlisted for the UK Costa Book Awards (2012), and the BGE Irish Book Awards (2012). She publishes creative non-fiction and reviews in The Dublin Review, The Irish Times, and elsewhere.

In this workshop, participants will consider the structural elements of a room – how doors and windows provide framing devices – alongside the less tangible elements: light, smell, and perspective – and using a series of exercises, we will write our way into and beyond the room. Come with paper and pencil, notebook and pen, as we explore how one little room can be made seem an everywhere.

Part of the Thinking Living Dwelling exhibition:  Presented at The Dock, Carrick-on-Shannon, in collaboration with The Green Door Festival and Iron Mountain Literature Festival

This event is free, please book.

Box Office 071 9650828

NonfictioNOW Conference, June 2017

In 1937, W.H. Auden (b. York) and Louis MacNeice (b. Belfast), published their co-authored Letters from Iceland, “the most unorthodox travel book ever written” (Daily Mail). Less an account of their actual journey undertaken the previous year, than a mock-heroic model of collaborative practice, Auden describes Letters from Iceland as a “collage”—“a form that’s large enough to swim in.” Playful in spirit and parodic in intention, these verse epistles, absurd tourist notes and personal correspondence combine to produce a non-fictional text that refracts the poets’ anxieties about the imminent collapse of Europe. In a foreword to the 1965 edition, W.H. Auden explained: “though writing in a ‘holiday’ spirit, its authors were all the time conscious of a threatening horizon to their picnic—world-wide unemployment, Hitler growing every day more powerful and a world-war more inevitable.” This panel seeks to remodel, and reflect on, the conditions of this collaboration.

Read more: Friday 2nd June 2 – 3.15 pm

Creative Non-Fiction @ the Irish Writers’ Centre, Spring 2017.

Creative non-fiction is a true story, well told. The key is learning how to persuade readers that what interests you should also interest them. Using field notes and exercises, you will explore the ideas that underpin the desire to write, focus on the skills needed to bring the text alive, and discuss what publishing opportunities exist for your work. Participants will share and discuss their own works-in-progress, and will be encouraged to try out fresh approaches during the course.

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Molly Keane: A Life, by Sally Phipps

Molly Skrine learned young how best to negotiate the eugenic politics of the Anglo-Irish drawing room. “Being attractive was essential, a passport to freedom and adventure. . . I always knew how to flatter and yearn. . .” Femininity among the gentry combined the decorative, conversational and managerial arts in equal measure, and was frequently competitive: “we vied with each other in the forcing of bulbs”. As fearless at the dinner table as on the hunting field, Molly appears to have performed as her class demanded, using her wit to entertain “the chaps” and to establish intimacy with their wives and sisters, while noticing the self-delusion and fantasy that sustained her class without pursuit of trade or income. At 18, she published the first of 11 novels under the pseudonym MJ Farrell. Later she’d describe a Farrell novel as “seventy thousand words through which the cry of hounds reverberates continually”, though this is to dismiss the complexity of their sexual politics. With the £7 advance, she threw a cocktail party at the Shelbourne and bought the dresses denied to her by her austere mother.

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The Invention of Angela Carter by Edmund Gordon.

In October 1969 Angela Carter discarded her wedding ring in an ashtray at Tokyo airport before boarding her flight home. She had spent a fortnight with Sozo Araki, an aspiring writer and pinball addict, in the “palpably illicit” bedrooms of Tokyo’s love hotels. She relished the mirrored ceilings and the unabashed laughter of the maid who delivered them towels. In later life she’d recall how Sozo’s face had been lurking inside her consciousness, “as an idea that now found a perfect visual expression.

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