Thursday 21 June 2012

The Jump Artist

Last week, Penguin Books UK very kindly sent me a copy of Austin Ratner’s The Jump Artist to review. Consequently I spent several (unusually) pleasant tube journeys and a sunny afternoon working my way through it.


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The Jump Artist is a fictional reworking of the life story of photographer Philippe Halsman, a photographer who’s work you might be familiar with even if you don’t know his name. It is Halsman’s later body of work that provides the strange name of the novel - it stems from his assertion that by photographing people when they jumped he was able to capture something more essential about them - an element of their soul.

Ratner justifies his project by describing it as ‘...an artistic tribute... more like a painting or a sculpture [than a biography].’ Rather than relating history, he takes Philippe Halsman and turns the photographer into a literary character. This move is potentially risky for a careless author, but in this instance I think such a strategy works because Ratner contextualises his creation with accurate historical fact, preventing the novel from becoming too fanciful.

Halsman becomes the medium through which we observe a portrait of Europe during the rise of fascism, the outbreak of the Second World War and the creeping ugliness of anti-Semitism. The way in which Ratner deals with this incredibly serious, and frequently explored, bit of history is subtle but fascinating. The psychologised Halsman doesn’t focus constantly on his identity as an individual of Jewish descent, instead he is introverted and centred on punishing himself for a lack of self control, and exploring his emotional state. He reacts rather than acts, and the novel reflects this, for instance, in the first part of the book concerning the trial, where the event is narrated by Halsman’s inner monologue, rather than manifesting as a dramatised version of a court appearance.

The attitudes of the people around him, and the rise of the Nazi Party, however, force Halsman to react in a physical way to his surroundings through an exodus first to Paris and then to the US. In the real world this final move provided the photographer with his big opportunity and made him into a great American success story, which Ratner downplays by maintaining Halsman’s quiet train of thought and constant haunting by a sense of misplaced guilt.

It seems ironic that [the character] Halsman reveals so little of his interior monologue as the trajectory of the novel leads to his photographic identity as ‘The Jump Artist’. Ratner’s creation seems to be very reluctant to be as open with people as he expects them to be with his camera. Susan Sontag in her hugely influential work On Photography suggests that photography can be understood as a process of people trying to verify and refine their real-world experiences. I think it would be possible to argue, in the light of her work, that Ratner’s Halsman seeks to establish his identity, his place in the world, through photography. The production of images implies the production of a series of fixed, unchanging points in time, in contrast to Halsman’s thought pattern, which is always in a state of drift. Photographs might appeal to the literary Halsman as a form of certainty or stability.

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Conclusion:

The blending of the factual with Halsman’s fictionalised interiority creates a slow, dream-like pace for the novel. I found myself drawn into the character that Ratner has created, but I suspect the slow glide of the prose won’t be for everyone.
The Jump Artist is well worth a read (unless you thrive on fast-faced novels, in which case give it a miss), and is especially suitable for readers who enjoy work like W. G. Sebald’s Austerlitz.

I would like to thank Penguin Books UK for sending it to me, because I don’t know if I would have picked it up of my own accord. Give the opportunity to read it, however, I enjoyed it a lot and would suggest you pre-order yourself a copy!


All the best,

Alison

Friday 8 June 2012

Book Review: 'Let's Pretend This Never Happened'

    Last month I spent valuable Waterstone's points on Jenny Lawson's book Let's Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir).


    As book choices go, this was an easy one as I adore Lawson's blog (http://thebloggess.com/) and find her humour really endearing. I also sympathise with her tendency to panic and behave oddly in social situations, so my reading here was always going to be from the perspective of a fan...

    And I'll be honest with you straight away, I loved this book, without question. I finished it and then read it though a second time. It made me laugh, but the serious bits hit home too. The impression I got is that I was reading a memoir by a profoundly honest person. Disregarding embellished stories along the lines of 'And Then I Got Stabbed in the Face by a Serial Killer', I mean 'honest' in the sense that she writes as herself, not as a façade constructed to impress people. She admits to the flaws and quirks that make her who she is (The Bloggess we have come to know and love) and relates chapters from her life in all the gory detail (occasionally literally gory as her father was a taxidermist).

    One thing that's really striking about The Bloggess is that within moments she can veer from the bizarre to the truly heartfelt. In her memoir she talks about the sense of visiting your home town after you've grown up and moved away, and how changes mean it doesn't seem to be your town any more, so you become homesick for a home that is no longer there, or perhaps never was. Her writing is a beautiful study in the nostalgia of growing up. Then she writes about a series of increasingly odd/threatening/partially fictional post-it notes to her husband. Later she introduces Beyonce, the giant metal chicken.

    Insanity aside, there are a lot of things in Let's Pretend This Never Happened that resonate with me. I'm prone towards anxiety-related symptoms, so when she talks about anxiety, depression, social awkwardness, issues with fitting in, and overreacting, I am right there with her.
    It's a hard thing to understand if you've never had a brush with mental illness - at some level you kind of assume that if the sufferer were a little bit stronger they might be able to put their symptoms behind them. That was my attitude until I had my first panic attack, seemingly out of nowhere. It feels like something else has taken over your body. So, when Lawson writes about the impact anxiety and depression have had on her as a person I have a lot of sympathy for her. At the same time I find her story empowering as I can see that she is a survivor, someone who will find humour in her situation, rather than someone who sees herself as victim.

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    The one thing I would say is that if you're very easily offended this probably isn't for you. However, if you have a sense of humour, I'd strongly recommend it.

    I'd also recommend it if you suffer from anxiety or depression, as it's the story of someone who copes with the spectra of problems that arise from ill-mental health, and has made a success of herself in the process. It is nice to be reminded, when depression or anxiety raise their ugly heads, that you are not alone in it, and that you can cope, and that there will be good days.


All the best,

Alison.

Sunday 3 June 2012

Cookies: Idiot-proof

These cookies have been one of my go-to recipes of the past few weeks. My boyfriend usually meets with friends on a Sunday night and I like to send him with treats: these have proved really popular. 'Famous Amos' brand cookies were something he used to get at school so I found this clone recipe, which turned out to be fantastic.
 It's also idiot-proof as it's taken all of the alterations I've thrown at it and still turned out great cookies - the picture above shows 1/6th of the flour replaced with cocoa and the hazelnuts replaced by Smarties.

Meanwhile, this is what our Jubilee weekend looked like:
Wet and miserable, but then you wouldn't expect anything less from Britain, really.

Alison.