Leeann Hunter

Feb 172007
 

My glasses are no more. The same nerdy frames I’ve worn almost seven years. And then, on a night just like any other, they lie on the area rug next to the couch, mere feet away from lying atop the coffee table, the safe space. How they arrived in their flung state on the carpet–or rather, the deed committed in exchange for the loss–remains only in language and vague images in my memory. And when, in my absent-mindedness, with the heaviness of my soul, I push myself up from the couch amid all the pillows and blankets, in that instant, they snap.

And yet, it’s not the first time I’ve stepped on these glasses. They’ve held up through many a crisis, enduring all sorts of ruthless punishments and carelessnesses. Last night, they simply couldn’t hold up any longer. They snap with a voice of exhaustion, pain, anger. And for now, I must walk in a blur, temporarily blinded.

Feb 122007
 

One of the members of my dissertation circle is working out a thesis that reconceives of historical fiction in terms of space, or topos, identifying, for example, wild spaces (the typically sublime space of fairy tales) as unexamined settings for historical fiction. I became troubled as I commented on his work, not knowing when, if, or how to draw the boundaries between historical fiction and other genres (“genre” itself problematic). My question ultimately became: when is fiction NOT history?

My own dissertation (the focus of which evidently changes every week) has recently taken a turn toward the examination of “character”–inspired in the main by Victorian installations of what I consider exemplary sympathetic virtures among the working class, i.e. Samuel Weller, Stephen Blackpool, and Bob Jakin. By “character” I also mean the very representation and formation of human qualities in literature–the accumulation of behaviors, speeches, and descriptions that result in the “character.” What then is the relationship between this character and a “real” human being? E.M. Forster addresses this question in Aspects of the Novel, citing the French critic Alain (?):

Alain examines in turn the various
forms of aesthetic activity, and coming in time to the novel (le roman)
he asserts that each human being has two sides, appropriate to history
and fiction. All that is observable in a man–that is to say his
actions and such of his spiritual existence as can be deduced from his
actions–falls into the domain of history. But his romanceful or
romantic side (sa partie romanesque ou romantique) includes ‘the pure
passions, that is to say the dreams, joys, sorrows and self-communings
which politeness or shame prevent him from mentioning’; and to express
this side of human nature is one of the chief functions of the novel”
(73).

Thus, the human exists,
on the one hand, as a “historical” figure whose gestures and speeches can
be visibly / audibly recorded and communicated and, on the other hand, as a
“fictitious” character who possesses a world entirely internal and
hidden, only capable of release via the art of the novel. Likewise, if we consider a character in a novel to be a “real human,” heorshe could also be said to possess this layered nature. But wait, in the novel we have the benefit of narration to provide access to the hidden and invisible world of the human. Now my question is: how can I turn my life into a novel?

Jan 182007
 

And again I’m entirely fascinated, but this time impressed. Leave it to a non-American country to devise a progressive and politically engaged doll for children. The shopping doll–carrying a reusable cloth shopping bag–is part of Japan’s campaign on global warming. Yes, it’s a governmental tool for reinforcing an ideology via children’s toys, but, even if you (gasp!) don’t believe in global warming, there could not possibly be anything wrong with encouraging reusable materials. Wait, aren’t the dolls themselves a threat as plastic products of consumer culture encouraging more consumption?

Jan 102007
 

So I’ve finally encountered a term for the aspect of labor that I had in mind when I was proposing my dissertation topic: Gallagher calls it “somaeconomics,” the system of drives and desires that influence political economy. She uses this term to address debates about productive / unproductive labor and the pleasure / pain principle that drives labor.

Labor is generally considered a kind of pain, otherwise we couldn’t distinguish it from leisure and pleasure. When a capitalist uses his profits for consumptive activities–such as the employment of servants in the household–then he is  experiencing an immediate gratification that depletes his profits. On the other hand, if he uses his profits to reinvest in the productive labor of his workers, such as in the plowmen, he will further increase his profits. What would be the use of deciding to increase profits (labor = pain) rather than expend profits (consumption = pleasure)? Gallagher suggests that desire surpasses feelings even of enjoyment, so that the investment in capital will not merely produce more profits and goods, but it will also work toward future expenditures in consumptive activities.

Therefore, human consciousness–and its relation to the body’s emotional states–is most heavily influenced by the desire for future enjoyment; in other words, even the manual laborer does not reap the benefits of his toil until he has completed his task; the capitalist likewise feeds into this system of delayed enjoyments.

Material Bodies

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Jan 032007
 

I am fascinated by this article from Salon on “Big Breasts for Dummies”:
http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2007/01/03/boob_mannequins/

At first I was struck by the concept of reshaping mannequins to take on the form of surgically-enhanced women, but there’s more. We’re already dulled to the criticism that advertising sets unreasonable standards for real bodies to attain, most evident in the medium of the magazine cover. The magazine, of course, can be photoshopped to perfection, a look, it turns out, women can now purchase in the form of cosmetic enhancements and surgical procedures. The latest trend in advertising features the look of “real women”–a look that, ironically, is far from real or natural (as it consumes as much of our time and money to attain it).

But consider the mannequin:

From the article: “Fifty slender mannequins and three hyper-buxom models stood around a
large, rectangular showroom in various states of undress. I walked over
to the somewhat slutty-looking ‘Jessica,’ who was naked except for a
wig of ash blond corkscrew curls and a cigarette hanging from her
mouth. She stood next to the red-haired, mega-breasted ‘Anna,’ and the
similarly huge, African-American ‘Anita.’ In a smaller photo room, the
chesty ‘Mary’ stood naked and wigless. Her high, round breasts came up
to my collarbone. They were bigger than her face, the nipples painted
Bazooka bubblegum pink.”

Yes it seems excessive to design mannequins with breast enlargements–but what strikes me most is that these mannequins are further attempts to represent the “real” woman. Hence the production of culturally diverse mannequins. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but in all the design and purpose of the store mannequin reflects our own obsession with the control and manipulation of the design of the human body. The map is the empire, the empire is the map…