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Two Mini Reviews: foreign lands, strange protagonists

“An Artist of the Floating World” by Kazuo Ishiguro

How do you continue living after the violent regime you supported has come to an end? This is the question this book poses, with the protagonist being an elderly painter who used to paint propagandist material for the Japanese imperialist movement that led to World War II. Now he has to come to terms with that - between social criticism (coming to light when searching for a husband for his daughter) and his own good reasons and very positive memories of a time long gone by. I liked the general idea and think this is an important topic to address, but found the usual calm and distant Japanese style unsuitable for such an explosive topic. For my understanding of social behavior, there needed to be more loud voices, fighting and emotional insults here. Instead, it was polite, reserved and heavily regulated by rituals and procedures. If it is explosive for Japanese readers, that failed to come across for me, as I found it held back its true potential.

“Include Me Out” by María Sonia Cristoff

Burnt out from her hectic and high stakes job as a conference interpreter, the protagonist decides to move to a small city in Argentina to work as a museum custodian and enjoy at least a year of peace and quiet. Limiting her talking and social interactions, she focuses on her simple and boring work, her garden and researching the town's history, reciting short book reviews of the texts she has read in this novel. But then, an opportunity for an important task threatens not only her own peace, but also the quietness of the town and the museum she chose to withdraw to. Determined to not have to deal with possible public attention and the buzz of many more tourists visiting, she is determined to ruin this town's chance of fame. It is an unusual novel in that the protagonist is resolute to be as boring as possible (and who would want to read about that) and when she does get interesting, she ruins other peoples' happiness for entirely selfish reasons (and who could emphasize with that). So it is not necessarily a funny or motivational book to read, but certainly an interesting idea.

[canadachronicles]

"I grabbed the new Who's Who to see My name; but it was not. Said I: "The form they posted me I filled and sent; so what?" I searched the essies," dour with doubt . . . Darn! It was plain as day The scurvy knaves had left me out . . . Oh was I mad? I'll say. Then all at once I sensed the clue; 'Twas simple, you'll allow . . . The book I held was Who WAS Who - Oh was I glad; and how!"

--Include Me Out, Robert William Service

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Include Me Out has written down some thougts on some COLDSORE / LIBBE MATZ GANG releases and even went back in time to my first release TOTSTELLEN I. Read the whole post here. Coincidentaly(?) the post is titled NO WAY OUT, which was the name of my screenprinted goods and zine distro from maybe 96-00...post-future in full effect?!

No Way Out: Coldsore / Libbe Matz Gang / Totstellen

.....of people not inter-networking - so this is brought to my attention: POLLUTANT by COLDSORE........... but WE'VE HAD QUITE ENOUGH DRONEINDUSTRIALTORTUREELECTRONICS! Have we? It's possible. How much great music is there to be discovered? Stupid question. On my death bed, I'll wonder what I missed. No I won't. I'll be thinking of other things. So here's this noise. From Finland. It doesn't matter where it's from. From The Zone? It's no picnic, roadside or otherwise. It's post-future, neo-sci-fi, after industrial or right now in the ruins/ construction site of something........Russian voices...English voices...your brain's bombed by radiation.........a sound generator turns the world negative.......blackest black/grey tones...gun shots in the echo chamber? It's unclear...as opposed to total noise assault, an attack of sustained tones and drones..........black hole electronics..........charred electroacoustics.......

.....from the same label (Totes Format): LIBBE MATZ GANG / COLDSORE split tape.....under the chemical cosh................alchemical......? .........orchestral dark matter disorientation.......it's just not music, it's another thing....sounds........how long will it take to convince the resistance that there's something else? a lo-o-o-o-oo-o-o-o-ng time - fornever - this tape will not self-destruct in 5 seconds...it is self-destructing as you listen.......and taking you with it......... ...theme recurring: 'information overload....all the electronics around you poisoning the airwaves!'...... back in time, almost 17 years to the day............space 1999.......physical copies unavailable, instead, the booklet images in digital form.........but still........with ragged cut-up text/collage accompaniment this work makes total sense.....road drills counteracted by gentle piano played as civilisation goes down.......metal machine music par excellence from TOTSTELLEN.........about whom I know nothing but have heard a lot of in the last few days and it's all worthy of your attention.... (I pull out the earplugs - drilling still next door - ongoing for months gentrification of an already gentrified home - wankers - what can you say? what can you do? I would like to wait until the work is finished, then drill a hole in the wall and play this music through it to them, loudly, all day and night)

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Unfortunately, the play [based on a Dostoevsky short story] didn't work. It was long, and the more Steve [Hill] worked on it, the longer it got. Somewhere near the end of the third act, I had a scene in which I fought with my mother's lover, knocking him through the living room window. I then sank to the floor, head in hands, and cried out, 'Oh, my god! What have I done...What have I done?' One unforgettable evening, a deep voice boomed out from the back of the house: 'You've kept us up till eleven-thirty...That's what you've done!'

Farley Granger, Include Me Out.