from the nouveau roman to the nouveau romance 01.28.2005, 3:52 PM
posted by dan visel
from the nouveau roman . . .
I've been working out of the Brooklyn Public Library lately, which has free wireless internet and an interesting collection of books. The organizing principle seems to be, as far as I can tell, that everything remotely interesting gets stolen. This means, in practice, that they have an exceptional collection of criticism of the French nouveau roman, which seems to have gathered dust on the shelves there since the early 1960s. The nouveaux romanciers were a loosely-knit group of novelists from the 1960s determined to shake the French novel out of existential doldrums through the use of new styles of narrative. Nathalie Sarraute and Alain Robbe-Grillet's microscopic examinations of everyday life might be seen as exemplary of the movement, though the novels of Marguerite Duras are probably the most widely read today.
To me, the most interesting of them is Michel Butor, who wrote four increasingly experimental novels in the early 1960s, and then tired of writing novels altogether. Mobile, his next major production, confused the critics immensely, some of whom declared that not only was it not a novel, it wasn't a book at all. Mobile is fantastic: it's a travel guide to the United States presented as a collage, abandoning the author's voice for bits of history, advertising, and found text. Following the example of Stéphane Mallarmé, the texts are spread over the pages, an analogue to the spatial journey the book describes, presenting a range of sensory (and historical) impressions of America. The French version has the text rotated 90 degrees so you have to hold the book sideways, a feature sadly not carried over into Richard Howard's otherwise wonderful English translation (recently republished by the Dalkey Archive). While the author's voice seems to be absent in favor of his found materials, there's clearly a subtext: the history of racism underlying the country from it's deep history to the present Butor found in 1964. More than a book, the effect on the reader is like that of the film-essays of Chris Marker (I'm thinking particularly of A Grin without a Cat) and Agnes Varda.
Butor continued to experiment with forms: he made radioplays for simultaneous voices, and has worked in collaboration with just about any sort of artist that can be imagined. Though he's produced an enormous amount of work since the 1960s, only a tiny fraction of it has been independent work. One of the first of his collaborations was with the composer Henry Pousseur; in the late 1960s, the two of them wrote an opera called Votre Faust, "your Faust". It was a modern retelling of the Faust story, but with a twist: at certain points during the production, the audience was asked to vote on what should happen next. Depending on how the audience voted (or failed to vote, which was also taken into account), the opera might have any of 25 different endings. After a long public gestation, it was finally produced in 1969 in Milan. It went over like a lead balloon, and subsequently largely vanished from sight, though the critics' pre-performance excitement remains frozen in time at the Brooklyn Public Library. LPs were evidently put out at the time. I'm curious what exactly was on them - was it a full recording of all the possible music, letting home listeners construct their own personal opera, or did it only contain one version?
Butor is still happily alive and still churning out poetry and other works; at some point in the nineties, he had his own website, though he doesn't look to have updated it in a while. His art, though, seems to have been perpetually ahead of his time: while Votre Faust didn't work in a live setting, it might have made a fine CD-ROM or DVD. I don't know if he's ever written specifically for electronic media, as Chris Marker has; I'd love to see what he would do with it.
. . . to the nouveau romance
"Harlequin" has achieved brand ubiquity: a "harlequin" is a trashy, disposable romance novel, just like a "kleenex" is a tissue and a "xerox" is a copy. We don't even bother thinking about the word any more than we usually think about romance novels. Do the romance novel and the Future of the Book have anything in common? Of course not! any right-thinking future-bookist would angrily declare. The future, as everybody knows, is the domain of science fiction, not the romance. A look at eharlequin.com, Harlequin's website, suggests that this might not be the case. The first surprise: how much content they have online. The second surprise: how much is interactive, and how much is devoted to the process of writing. Look at how much there is in the writing bulletin board, dedicated to helping the users write their own romance: templates for various varieties of romances that Harlequin publishes, advice on business, suggestions for those with writer's block.
There's also participatory authoring: in the Writing Round Robin, participants take turns writing chapters of a novel, and critiquing others' chapters. Unlike some of the open source and wiki novels elsewhere on the web, this is highly moderated writing: note the rules here. This might be expected: Harlequin, after all, is a publishing house, and experimentation isn't being done for experimentation's sake, but because it fits into a business model.
But to bring this back around to Butor's opera: consider eharlequin's Interactive Novel, where chapters are added one at a time, and the readers vote on how the work should progress: a chapter's written (or put online) accordingly. Right now the meddling readers are worrying themselves over whether or not Tess is pregnant with Derek's baby.
It's become a truism that porn drives technology: see here for one of the many observations of this. (Who first made this connection? Does it date back to before the VCR?) It might not be so surprising that seems romance is doing the same thing in the popular arena of the novel. Even more surprising might be that it's romance where this is happening. Sarah Glazer, writing in the New York Times Book Review was surprised to find that the biggest current growth market for ebooks is in romances. Is the future of the book to be found in the romance? It seems counterintuitive, but there seems to be more of a participatory literary culture at Harlequin's website than a quick scrutiny of some scifi publishers' websites would reveal. (I'd love to be proved wrong about this - can anyone provide examples?)
There's almost certainly no direct line that goes from Butor and Pousseur's Votre Faust to eharlequin.com's Interactive Read, except, I suppose, in the head of this particular reader. There's a whole history of interactive fiction that I've omitted - Julio Cortázar's Hopscotch, Milorad Pavić's Dictionary of the Khazars, a whole slew of Choose-Your-Own-Adventure books. But it's interesting that Butor & Pousseur's unsuccessful attempt ("It was very difficult to play. . . But we both have made many efforts to make it easy to realize. Without success." notes Butor in an online interview) should be taken up in such an unlikely form.
The romance novel, everyone concurs, is not art. There's not a great deal of critical theory thrown around about romances. The New Novelists were all about creating critical context for their fiction: Robbe-Grillet kicked things off with Pour un nouveau roman, a collection of essays on the novel's past and present, and Butor wrote a piece titled "The Future of the Book", among many others. This might be why the nouveau roman is generally considered a failure: it didn't end up remaking the mainstream of fiction. The contrast with eharlequin might be instructive: outside of the critical eye (and with the support of publishers) romance readers are becoming authors, seemingly constructing their own possible future of the book.
gary frost on January 29, 2005 8:41 PM:
Thanks for your wonderful exposition! It introduced me to something completely new in a very graceful way.
I hope there will be much more discussion of literary genres as an influence on the future of the book. It was mentioned in a previous thread where genres were an indicator of specific reading habitats, that is reading behaviors that combine more than a single reading mode.
It is appealing that genres have their own specific distortion of the book.
kim white on January 30, 2005 10:22 AM:
It would be interesting to hear from a sociologist about how narrative forms rise out of social behaviors and expectations. The Harlequin books seem to be a natural outgrowth of the talk-show phenomenon, which allows audience members to comment on the personal lives of the featured guests.
AUF on May 12, 2005 1:05 PM:
Sarah Glazer writes the Times doesn't review vanity press books. For an interesting exception to that claim, see: http://anotheruselessfact.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-really.html