The Body has ratings and 29 reviews. Elizabeth said: Carl told me I’d love this, that it was the perfect time for me to read it. And I did, and it wa. Jenny Boully (born ) is the author of The Book of Beginnings and Endings ( Sarabande Books, ), The Body: An Essay and [one love affair]* (Tarpaulin. The primary text is dead and gone and the subterranean text is full of dead authors: Jenny Boully’s notes collect fragments from literary and.

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The experience of time translates itself into language, and language translates itself into distance, which translates itself into longing, which is the realization of time.

The Body: An Essay

And she departed, taking the wrong baggage, the wrong flight of stairs. There’s a lot of play I’ve heard a lot about this book and was glad to finally get my hands on it.

Apr 06, Rich rated it liked it Shelves: Alexis Pope rated it it was amazing Jul 19, Such passages lend the book its charm, and keep it from feeling like an exercise — they give the work its humanity. Slowly, the reader notices thematic connections and the shadow of a narrative arc. And it also leaves you impressed at the skill and handle Boully has over her words.


In the morning, the doves cooed their fuck-yous. It could have been any number of things. No trivia or quizzes yet. Boukly Bok describes Boully’s groundbreaking text as one that “may simply annotate a fantastic biography from another reality, referring only to itself as a kind of dream within a dream Or in this marvelously surreal annotation to footnote no.

By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. Bosy with such a puzzle, the smart reader will begin to make demands: AN ESSAY is jneny meditation on absence, loss and disappearance that offers a guarded “narrative” of what may or may not be a love letter, a dream, a spiritual autobiography, a memoir, a scholarly digression, a treatise And she departed, taking the wrong baggage, the wrong flight of stairs.

I read a fitful 30 odd pages and somewhat angrily turned off my light wishing I wasn’t so coffee addled. The reader can only fantasize about the original contexts jenng might have made such information significant to its author, and ultimately, implies that the body of any text consists of nothing but a void-filled with the exegetical projection of our own imagination.

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I cannot answer these questions. Sep 05, Sarah Stone added it. Some other transactions they are so busy annotating all night long. If the window is open, then true. Bouilly seems to work through an interior tunneling; the chambered nautilus prevails.

I know now why the line breaks: Some other transactions they are so busy annotating all night long.


The Body: An Essay by Jenny Boully

In general, I think the review is heavily compressed boulpy perhaps too self-constricting. Jan 20, Sigrun Hodne rated it it was amazing Shelves: A modern classic in the new form of “lyrical essay” writing.

Writers should read this if they haven’t already. In other places, however, the work feels bogged down in academic rhetoric, too beholden to semiotics and cinema studies and overdressed in references bkully Joyce, Dante, and Derrida.

The reader jehny no evidence of the main character of this book except through the speaker in the footnotes. Until recently, you could expect to shell out a couple hundred bucks for the second-hand Slope edition, so “in theory” was about the only way you’d encounter it. The Body, an essay Sometimes texts just catch me, without me being able to explain why.

What will it do besides poking a hole in that idea?

In the morning I took it up again but again couldn’t appreciate the essay though I was and still am desperate to appreciate it and love it and sympathize with Jenny and her sister and Robert Kelly and the cooed fuck you’s. There were wisps of a narrative, but I found those strands very hard to keep hold of.