Autoportrait

March 1, 2022

With Animal Joy, poet/psychoanalyst Alsadir, a National Book Critics Circle finalist for the collection Fourth Person Singular, gets serious about studying the importance of laughter (30,000-copy first printing). Long-listed for the National Book Award and a Granta Best of Young American Novelists, Ball was inspired by French writer/artist �douard Lev�'s memoir (written at age 39) to offer his own frank Autoportrait in his 39th year. In 1920s Paris, Kiki de Montparnasse was a model, muse, and friend to cultural greats and an artist, cabaret star, and driving force in her own right, as Braude (The Invisible Emperor) highlights in Kiki Man Ray. With Eliot After "The Waste Land," award-winning scholar/poet Crawford follows up his highly regarded Young Eliot (10,000-copy first printing). Standing as both memoir and memorial, Black Folk Could Fly is a first selection of personal nonfiction from the late author/mentor Kenan, whose award-winning works powerfully communicate his experience of being Black, gay, and Southern. Lowell's Memoirs collects the complete autobiographical prose of the great poet, including unpublished early work (10,000-copy first printing). What is home but A Place in the World, and Tuscany celebrant Mayes's new book explores what home really means in all its variations. As Morris explains in her first book of nonfiction, she came to the writing career launched with the multi-million-copy best-selling The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Listening Well (50,000-copy first printing). Composer of the Tony-nominated musical Once Upon a Mattress, author of the novel Freaky Friday and the follow-up screenplay, and chair of the Juilliard School, Rodgers has a lot more to discuss in Shy than being the daughter of Richard Rodgers (25,000-copy first printing). Addressed to Wohl's brother Bobby, who died in 1965, As It Turns Out reconstructs the life of their sister, the iconic actress/model Edie Sedgwick made famous by Andy Warhol (30,000-copy first printing).

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May 9, 2022
Modeled on French writer Édouard Levé’s work of the same title, this slender and innovative work from novelist Ball (Census) reflects on the vagaries of love, loss, and life in a single, unspooling paragraph. As he oscillates from one musing to the next without regard for chronology or resolution, Ball ruminates on having “no musical talent” (“when I try to play, my dogs howl until I stop”); his two marriages; his brother’s trip to the hospital in 1990 that rendered him quadriplegic; and a falling out with the proprietors of a favorite Chinese restaurant. Readers will not learn much about either wife, how his brother was injured, or the reason Ball and the restaurateurs parted ways. Though his writing implies a stream-of-consciousness approach, it may not be a coincidence that Ball, a self-identified absurdist, often recounts violence or tragedy, then swiftly changes the subject; a typical non sequitur: “Once, some years ago I was mean to my mother and she cried. I never wear watches.” While jarring, such punches mimic the ruthlessness of life. It’s a somewhat depressive affair, but Ball skillfully molds it into a rich self-portrait that evokes wonder at odd passions (cooking with strangely named spices, drawings of dead babies) and delightfully idiosyncratic opinions. Fans of Matias Viegener’s 2500 Random Things About Me Too should take note.

May 15, 2022
Expanding his surreal oeuvre of tricky fiction and poetry, Ball finally tackles autobiography in an unexpected stylistic shift. While the author's previous books challenge literary conventions in dreamy, riddling prose, this book plays it straight. With mechanical simplicity, Ball composes his self-portrait with terse, confessional fragments rattled off in a trancelike deadpan. They quickly jump among ideas and, without paragraph breaks, amass into a tower of personal facts and reflections--e.g., "One of my shoulders stands higher than the other. My left hand is quicker than my right, but weaker. When I played soccer for my high school, I scored goals with both feet." Despite its rigidity, the narrative is enjoyably personable and curiously mundane. Ball invites readers into a meditative engagement with the text and suggests that perhaps the best way to understand a person is to sift through their mental clutter. Koan-like moments hum throughout: "I like the rain, but I don't like for my things to be wet"; "I like to leave windows open, but am concerned about insects coming into rooms"; "I don't like to cheat at games, but I am not incredibly angry when I discover other people have cheated." Ball takes his cue from a book of the same name by �douard Lev�, a French writer and visual artist who notoriously took his own life 10 days after delivering the manuscript for a book called Suicide. Ball explains in the foreword that he admires how Lev�'s Autoportrait approaches biography in a way that "does not raise one fact above another, but lets the facts stand together in a fruitless clump, like a life." While Lev�'s book is difficult and cathartic, Ball's is gentler and more considerate of readers. "I think it is important," he writes, "to read something and to take it entirely into your body and find yourself changed by its company." A hypnotic personal reflection penned with clockwork discipline.

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May 1, 2022

Absurdist poet and novelist Ball (The Divers' Game) turns the autobiography on its head with his latest memoir. Following writer �douard Lev�'s nontraditional take on personal narrative, Ball writes in a series of un-paragraphed, largely unrelated sentences. Ball explains that this approach "does not raise one fact above another but lets the facts stand together in a fruitless clump, like a life." Biographic traditionalists may find this technique disjointed (several passages read like random lists) but as a whole, Ball makes compelling work of it, slabbing the matter of his life together like a Dadaist sculptor. His writing is straightforward and conversational. Addressing the unconventional nature of his work, he writes, "I believe a text should be elusive...should overflow its borders, demonstrating the complicity of our consciousness with the coloring of our surroundings and the supposed sequentially of events." It is through this kind of text, Ball believes, that a reader becomes "conscious of the life they are living." Whether or not this belief is universal this memoir certainly paints a multilayered picture of the author and reminds readers that "we are always in the moment after something has happened." VERDICT An unconventional memoir that speaks to the power of elusiveness. Recommended.--Megan Duffy

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