Thursday, March 22, 2012

christine brooke-rose, rock star, wildwoman

I was going to maybe write a post sometime today about this essay on RAGE I'm working on - and more specifically how I've been slowly reading Avital Ronell's intro to Verso's new edition of Valerie Solanas' Scum Manifesto, how I'm digging the essay, writing so much down, but also thinking that Solanas would have absolutely fucking hated this essay, how Ronell situates Solanas within the context of Western philosophy, calling her a "girl Nietzsche" bringing in Derrida's "End of Man" to talk about Solanas performing a literal "End of Man." Anyway. But then I found out that Christine Brooke-Rose, one of the true great genius experimental writers of the second half of last century, died. Which made me go back and open up the anthology Breaking the Sequence: Women's Experimental Fiction and reread her very marked-over essay "Illiterations" which is about the state of being a woman experimental writer. Let me fair-use the fuck out of this, as Tim Jones-Yelvington would say.

It does seem, in other words, not only more difficult for a woman experimental writer to be accepted than for a woman writer (which corresponds to the male situation of experimental writer vs. writer), but also peculiarly more difficult for a woman experimental writer to be accepted than for a male experimental writer. She may, if young, get caught up in a "movement," like Djuna Barnes, like H.D., like Laura Riding, as someone's mistress, and then be forgotten, or if old, she maybe "admitted" into a group, under a label, but never quite as seriously considered as the men in that group.

also, very in step with Jeanette Winterson's recent interview published in Salon where Winterson postulates that women writers are viewed as writing from "experience" while men are allowed to be read as "experimenting":

"Moreover, women writers can only write disguised autobiography, i.e. "life," but consigned to death because a) not male life and b) not 'creative.'"
I call for a reading of all of her works. Dalkey at least used to publish her novels, don't know if they're still in print.