The Fine Line Between Experimental and Crap

Josh Chaplinsky started it. On the Unprintable podcast, the accusations flew: Cath never likes anything experimental.

Well, clearly Josh knows nothing about what I used to do to my teddy bears when I was small. Or the lost University years. But I’m never one to take an insult to my adventurous side lying down.

Okay, Chaplinsky, I thought. Challenge accepted.

So for the past little while I have been hacking my way through a jungle of weird books. Books which can be read in any order, so long as it is random. Books which do not contain the letter ‘e’. Books about cities full of mud and serial killers who stuff Camembert up the muffs of their victims. Books which consist of the thought processes of a heroin addict. Found footage books.

And here are the results of my investigation. For Josh is wrong. These in no particular order, are nine works of Experimental Fiction which I like.

1. House of Leaves  by Mark Danielewski

Reading this book is a must if only because then you can say you have read an example of ergodic literature and earn yourself a million blag points. Danielewski takes that favourite child from the horror story family – the haunted house – and uses this as a foundation to sculpt a narrative which is so distorted that deciphering the text becomes part of the exercise. It sounds tricksy and it is – footnotes, sentences delivered a word per page, extracts from catalogues – but tricksy in a way which drags the reader in and by so doing perfectly illustrates exactly what lies within the secret spaces of the Navidson’s house (and if you want to know what that is, you have to read it and figure it out for yourself).

Similar and also not crap: Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. Not as good as its reputation (try reading the stories unsplit and you’ll see what I mean) but a genuine attempt to try something new.


2. Naked Lunch  by William Burroughs

A hallucinogenic trip of a book, Naked Lunch applies a trephine to the junky skull and extracts the contents for our inspection. Widely denounced as obscene (which it is) Naked Lunch triumphantly flings handfuls of la merde at convention and succeeds, superbly. It’s also - as J.G. Ballard, another sly wit, points out - hilariously funny.

Similar and also not crap: If you’re into bad-trip-bodily-fluids-insect-infested prose, Kathy Acker’s Blood and Guts in High School is worth a read, although comparing Acker to anyone (even Burroughs) seems unfair because her life’s ambition was to be a pirate.


3. Mrs Dalloway  by Virginia Woolf

We’re now so used to books which explore the inside of someone’s head instead of the world outside them, that it’s hard to conceive what a seismic shift in literature this work represented (some say it rained frogs in Lewisham when this book was published). It’s also accessible, touching and profound.

Similar and also not crap: Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce. Joyce always tries too hard for me – unlike Woolf, who you never catch in the act of writing – but this does have the golden quality of being shorter than Ulysses.


4. If On A Winter’s Night a Traveler  by Italo Calvino

For blagging purposes, the word to use here is metafiction, although that plodding term hardly does justice to Calvino’s joyful prose. This is a book about a book, a story about the story of you reading the story, an infinite regression into the connection between writer, reader and protagonist. And it’s all done with such lightness of touch and playful good humor that reading it is a bit like discovering Dr. Seuss for adults (minus the illustrations).

Similar and also not crap: HHhH by Laurent Binet. An account of the assassination of Reinhard Heydrich, Hitler’s right hand man, but also an account of the writing of the account as Binet makes himself, his relationships and his love of Prague part of the story.


5. Life: A User’s Manual  by Georges Perec

Anyone attempting to actually use this to coordinate their daily activities would probably soon find themselves upside down in a bathtub, speaking Tagalog to a pair of penguins, but taken for what it is - a dazzling, multilayered exercise in linguistic smoke and mirrors - this book is a treat. In the preface, Perec aligns his novel with a jigsaw puzzle, but it is also a reflection of the pattern of knight’s moves on a chess board and the history of a building in a Parisian arrondissement. It contains crossword puzzles, chess puzzles, adverts, nursery rhymes and lists of the volumes on people’s bookshelves.

Similar and also not crap: Nothing mimics the experience of reading Perec.


6.  The Unfortunates  by B.S. Johnson

Not just a book, but an object to cherish, here is how B.S. Johnson introduces The Unfortunates:

‘This novel has twenty-seven sections, temporarily held together by a removable wrapper. Apart from the first and last sections (which are marked as such) the other twenty-five sections are intended to be read in random order. If readers prefer not to accept the random order in which they receive the novel, then they may re-arrange the sections into any other random order before reading.’

The Unfortunates is about a football match. That’s about as much as I want to say about it.

Similar and also not crap: Last Love in Constantinople by Milorad Pavic, which comes with its own pack of Tarot cards. You get to use these to decide in which order to read the chapters.


7. Century of the Wind  by Eduardo Galeano

The final part of Galeano’s trilogy - Memory of Fire - is about the history of Latin America, told as a series of vignettes, some only a few sentences long, each featuring a real person or events. The sections are chronological, but the connections tangential. This is the past pieced together, rather than explained and even though that sounds like an exercise in forensics, the effect is lyrical. Reviews portray Memory of Fire as an anti-American polemic, but that misses the point. This is a presentation of fact which allows you to draw the inevitable conclusions, instead of hollering them in your face.

Similar and also not crap: Europe Central by William T Vollman. Like Galeano, Vollman applies scissors and paste to the past, his technique to pair stories from within different parts of Europe. Vollman’s an acquired taste, or perhaps even a curate’s egg (I’m not a big fan of marmite).


8. The Recognitions  by William Gaddis

Some of you will by now be wondering where Thomas Pynchon, David Foster Wallace and Don DeLillo are hiding.

You will find them sheltering under the shadow of William Gaddis and The Recognitions.

When James Wood reviewed White Teeth by Zadie Smith and coined the phrase ‘hysterical realism’ to describe that particular blend of overblown fictional devices combined with detailed excursions into some abstruse area of fact, he applied the term to all the authors above, but said nothing at all about Gaddis. But Gaddis was the first to attempt the technique. The Recognitions, ostensibly about an art forger, combines bizarre characters and situations with lengthy discourses on the Flemish masters to create something truly new. And even Gaddis, having perfected the formula, went on to demonstrate how delicate it was, by making a total mess of his next two books.

Similar but also not crap: Everything which followed Gaddis is derivative rather than experimental, although the damning critical response to The Recognitions did give rise to a conspiracy theory of such delicious irony that it is only a matter of time before some Gaddis-wannabe writes it up as fiction.


9. Invisible Monsters Remix by Chuck Palahniuk

You could think of this reworked version of Palahniuk’s classic as the unholy incubus spawned by the union of B.S. ‘random order’ Johnson and Mark ‘ergodic’ Danielewski. You could think that, but you wouldn’t come close. Invisible Monsters struggled to find a publisher, probably because editors would read it one night and wake up white haired the next day. Invisible Monsters Remix adds new techniques to the cocktail (make sure you have a mirror available when you read it) to vicious, glorious result.

Honourable Mentions: Are you serious?

But this is partial, personal and tragically incomplete. It’s now up to you to fill in the rest. Which authors did I deliberately miss out? Which books did I recommend when secretly I hate them? Answer on one of the handily provided postcards below and the first ergodic comment wins a prize.

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jyh from VA is reading whatever he feels like March 5, 2013 - 8:03pm

The Fine Line Between Experimental and Crap

I was hoping to read about this.^

Was this by design? I suppose an intentionally misleading title could be part of an "experiment." After all, is any "house" actually made of, or filled with "leaves?" Is anyone's "lunch" actually "naked," or are there one or more people eating "lunch" while "naked?" Conceptually speaking, this provides an interesting dilemma: given the fact that an atomic item of fiction ultimately does not refer to anything real, can one actually be misled by it? It is fiction, after all, and one simply shouldn't place trust in it to inform you of anything. After all, it is the reader who distinguishes the relation of fiction to truth and divines or deduces whatever experience they can/must/will/should/happen to from the text.

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postpomo from Canada is reading words words words March 5, 2013 - 8:25pm

Alphabetical Africa by Walter Abish is what I would call experimental resulting in crap. Chapter 1 is composed of words beginning with the letter "A". Chapter 2 words beginning with "A" and "B". Chapter 3 "A", "B", "C", all the way to Chapter 26 and the full alphabet. Then it continues in reverse, removing words that begin with "Z", the "Y" etc...

I guess it's experimental.

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postpomo from Canada is reading words words words March 5, 2013 - 8:26pm

also, thanks for the recommendations - and for including BS Johnson, one of my favourites.

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Joshua Chaplinsky from New York is reading a lot more during the quarantine March 6, 2013 - 7:33am

Which books did I recommend when secretly I hate them?

It's no secret. Anyone who has listened to the Unprintable podcast knows the truth.

Also, I'm becoming a mite bit creeped out by your obsession with me.

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Philip Heckman is reading Everything Philip K. Dick published March 6, 2013 - 3:23pm

On your recommendation, I'll try some of these. In the meantime, how do you feel about Nicholson Baker's work? 

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Nathan Scalia from Kansas is reading so many things March 6, 2013 - 5:39pm

There could be entire college courses dedicated to unfolding House of Leaves. I've read it twice, but still don't own it yet.

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Bradley Sands from Boston is reading Greil Marcus's The History of Rock 'N' Roll in Ten Songs March 6, 2013 - 8:24pm

Check out Ron Loewinsohn's Magnetic Field(s) if you want something House of Leaves-y. I liked it a lot more. One of my favorite books. It doesn't have weird typography though.

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Cath Murphy from UK is reading Find out on the Unpr!ntable podcast March 7, 2013 - 12:57am

@Josh - oh I'm an amateur when it comes to obsession. I'm way too lazy to do that kind of thing properly. Besides, you told us on the last cast that you were writing Unprintable fan fic. I guess that's mostly about Rob though.

@JR - sorry if the title misled you. It was a fine line which deserved to be used again ;)

@Philip - Nicholson Baker is new to me, but I've wikied him and he sounds really interesting - especially the last two novels: Anthology  and House of Holes (what a fantastic title!). I will follow that one up for sure.

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100006304653239... May 23, 2014 - 9:23am

Believe it or not there is a fine line between everything and crap. 

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Jasper Johns September 9, 2014 - 7:03pm

 I loved the novel BIRDBRAIN by Jim Yoakum. It starts off as a guy talking to a cop about a gold heist that goes wrong, then evolves to a tale about how he and a certain "Mr Baltimore" became involved with two Brits (one who huffs "Dust Off" and one who has sex with cars), a mammoth woman named Mad Rose and (get this) Bill Murray, to go steal the top secret Kentucky Fried Chicken recipe! It's a wild ride (complete with photos) that discusses everything from why the Flintstones vitamins didn't have a Betty, to the "secret life" of Col. Sanders and Elvis and answers why the chicken crossed the road. It's like Tom Robbins meets Vonnegut meets a blender. Totally off-beat and experimental.