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(group member since Oct 17, 2021)
George’s
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from the The Tunnel Group Read - 2021 group.
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Amanda wrote: "I just found out about this read along so I hope it’s ok I joined. I’ve read Omensetter’s Luck and Middle C but I’ve never been brave enough to dig the tunnel. My book will be here Tuesday. Can’t w..."Glad you can join us, Amanda. The Tunnel is certainly thick but together I think we can handle it just fine. : )
Thanks for sharing! :)
Before ever reading Gass, I saw that some people think his nonfiction is better or stronger than his fiction. I wondered how this could possibly be true. Having read all of his fiction leading up to The Tunnel, I suspect they might be right, and it doesn't help that Gass didn't write much fiction, spending 3 decades on this one project. The Tunnel will help me form a more solid opinion about this side of his work.Omensetter's Luck, judged as a debut novel, is quite good indeed, even if its tone and structure are fairly uneven. However, its best part is a Joycean section that owes itself to the brimstone preacher in Portrait of the Artist, so this novel in general didn't do much for me.
The Lonesome Wife novella is a curious failure. After writing a negative review of it, I later found Gass being quoted admitting as much.
I only really enjoyed one story in his Heart of the Heart collection. The rest were either mildly interesting or just plain boring.
While I'm sure reading these pieces will help with at least a scholarly consideration of The Tunnel, I don't think it's 'necessary', a subjective term at least in this case.
John wrote: "“Order of Insects” is one of my favorite short stories. I hope this gives me the structure to complete a book that has been tempting me and intimidating me in equal parts for a couple years now. I’..."Nice! I recently received permission to read that story on my podcast. The first story I read is by Joseph McElroy and shares some similarities with the Gass one: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1849671
Maximilian wrote: "Thank you so much for those great resources (even the audiobook !!), Derrick and George! Much appreciated!"
Cheers, Maximilian!
Michael wrote: "The audiobook link! Thanks George. I've been hoping to come by that but wasn't sure where to look"You're very welcome, Michael! : )
Andrew wrote: "Fittingly I explored a couple of great tunnels this summer. This one scared the crap out of the kids. It was about 200m long and for the first 25m or so you couldn't see the light at the end. "Looks like The Tunnel at the end of Shawshank Redemption lol
My review of Gass' Willie Master's Lonesome Wife, which has only been published on my Patreon thus far:“In language, there’s no imagination without music, because music is the movement of imagination.”
This one started off with promise, both in terms of prose and conception, but like On Being Blue, any theoretical or thematic thread or sense of cohesion is quickly abandoned, even more so in this little book. My copy is a TriQuarterly Supplement Number Two (North Western University Press) 1968 edition that has a set of blue, dark yellow, and cherry red pages, ending in glossy white. It was sold on eBay as “sleaze” yet one would only get a tad more genital stimulation reading this for pornography than Nabokov’s Lolita (on a similar note of mislabeling, I purchased a 15-dollar signed Dalkey Archive paperback of The Tunnel, which was listed as “horror”). Simply put, neither are erotica and the most erotic part of this book is the photographs of a woman’s parts, cunt unincluded.
Aside from somewhat vague musings on the meaning of literature, language, and the sexes, most of this novella reads like a random compendium of context-less excerpts, including some notes in the margins that at times read like micro-poems (“Do not say more than listening can explain!”), as well as a brief misquote from Volpone by Ben Jonson inserted between the lines of a paragraph before disappearing into the trench of the pages. Yes, the pre-MZD typographical trickeries are the star of this labyrinthine shit show, from text within coffee stains and backward text to text in the shape of a tree or an eye.
The closest thing to plot is a fractured play about a man who finds his own penis baked inside a bread bun. The play is purposefully bogged down by footnotes upon footnotes, some of which have their own footnotes (DFW would be pleased), and even a somewhat foot-fetish-note. Other than that, there’s a ‘story’ about a lonesome woman who cuckolds her husband or imagines she’s doing so, thinking up names of potential lovers like a quantum Molly Bloom in superposition.
A fun moment occurred during a philosophical tangent in a footnote, in fact, when the text suddenly morphed into a thicker font and adopted a hostile tone: “…Now that I’ve got you alone down here, you bastard, don’t think I’m letting you get away easily […] down here where it’s dark and oily like an alley, meaningless as Plato’s cave….” It then goes on for the length of the next page, but other than being a clever idea that produces textual awareness, nothing comes of it. And that feeling pretty much sums up the entirety of the project. As though agreeing, that’s essentially what one page says in the latter half of the book, the beginning and ending of a paragraph which has a much larger font that combines to read: “You’ve been had, […] from start to finish.”
This brief book is worth looking into for scholars or dedicated fans of experimental literature, even if the experiment is a failure, for I must emphasize that in theory a lot of these concepts are great, but their execution is lackluster on the whole, cold even, predating works that are similar in their textual and even sexual play but with clearer purpose, such as Mulligan Stew, Love in a Dead Language, If on a winter’s night a traveler, etc. With that said, I think this one is for Gass completionists.
“I’m only a string of noises, after all—nothing more really—an arrangement, a column of air moving up and down, a queer growth like a gall on a tree, a mimic of movement in silent readers maybe, a brief beating of wings and cooing of a peaceful kind, an empty swing still warm from young bloomers…ummm…imagine the imagination imagining….”
Just before posting my review, I stumbled on this Paris Review interview with Gass from 1976, in which he seems to agree with my assessment: "...I was trying out some things. Didn’t work. Most of them didn’t work. I was trying to find a spatial coordinate to go with the music, but my ability to manipulate the spatial and visual side of the medium was so hopelessly amateurish (I was skating on one galosh), and the work also had to go through so many hands, that the visual business was only occasionally successful, and most of that was due to the excellent design work of Larry Levy, not me. Too many of my ideas turned out to be only ideas—situations where the reader says, “Oh yeah, I get the idea,” but that’s all there is to get, the idea. I don’t give a shit for ideas—which in fiction represent inadequately embodied projects—I care only for affective effects."
Derrick wrote: "Found a couple recordings of Gass lecturing, not particularly Tunnel related, but it is the man himself:“Four theories of love”: http://omeka.wustl.edu/omeka/items/sh...
“Beginnings”: http:/..."
Thanks, Derrick!
Here we can talk about the book in more general terms and avoid any 'spoilers' for those who are reading at a more leisurely pace.
Highly recommended: Bill Gass in conversation with John Gardner: https://drc.libraries.uc.edu/handle/2...Haven't looked at this myself yet but it's a detailed overview of the book: http://www.dalkeyarchive.com/wp-conte...
There's the William H Gass Reader book which I've heard is a great overview and appetizer of his whole life's work. (I've read all of his fiction leading up to The Tunnel and while I'm sure doing that will be helpful, I don't think it's 100% necessary.)
This site is dedicated to scholarship on The Tunnel: https://thetunnelat25.com/
You can also download the whole audiobook with Billy himself reading here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1INah...
