Some Recent Encounters with Surrealism in Contemporary Literature
I.
I recently reread the Surrealist Manifesto (1924), a habit which, it seems, occurs every five to ten years.
So it was fresh on my mind when I reviewed Nicole I. Nesca’s short-story/poem “Child†(2017).
And maybe, as Nobel economist Daniel Kahneman says, my attention is too “anchored,†too primed and predisposed to see the surreal when reading recent works of prose, poetry, or something in between.
But it can’t be all that. There must be (a little) something more. For, as Kahneman points out, simply being aware of the biases brought on by an anchor is still only half the battle:
You are always aware of the anchor and even pay attention to it, but you do not know how it guides and constrains your thinking, because you cannot imagine how you would have thought if the anchor had been different (or absent). (Thinking, Fast and Slow (New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2011) p. 128)
II.
One of the things (I think) Breton is getting at in the Manifesto is that surrealism existed long before he (or anyone else) gave it a name. Breton, moreover, didn’t let himself be lured by the temptations of Originality. He knew he didn’t invent surrealism. Nor was he afraid to list his precursors on the subject:
Swift is Surrealist in malice,
Sade is Surrealist in sadism….
Hugo is Surrealist when he isn’t stupid…
Poe is Surrealist in adventure.
Baudelaire is Surrealist in morality.
Rimbaud is Surrealist in the way he lived, and elsewhere.
Mallarmé is Surrealist when he is confiding.
And, as I discussed in the Nesca review, part, but not of all, of the “game†(Breton’s word) of surrealism is radical juxtaposition. Let’s let Breton explain again (and admit his unoriginality again):
A man at least as boring as I, Pierre Reverdy, was writing:
The image is a pure creation of the mind. It cannot be born from a comparison but from a juxtaposition of two more or less distant realities. The more the relationship between the two juxtaposed realities is distant and true, the stronger the image will be—the greater its emotional power and poetic reality. (Nord-Sud, March 1918)….
Now, it is not within man’s power, so far as I can tell, to effect the juxtaposition of two realities so far apart. The principle of the association of ideas, such as we conceive of it, militates against it.
This radical juxtaposition, however, at least in my (mis)understanding of surrealism, brooks no endorsement or herald or call for absolute randomness, á la pseudo-Dadism, anarchism, nihilism, the Voynich manuscript, etcetera. For if surrealism is a “game,†then it must have certain rules. Games remove a certain amount of randomness from any situation. If a game contains so many rules that it (theoretically) removes all randomness from (or within) the game itself, the situation is no longer a game: the situation is a machine: it is completely predictable and repetitive in its outcomes. Or, as anthropologist Gregory Bateson once put it, “Without the random, there can be no new thing,†(Mind and Nature: a Necessary Unity, (New York: E. P. Dutton, 1979) p. 147).
On the other hand, as Bateson elsewhere pointed out, pure randomness, whether in literature or natural science, can only be achieved via infinite means across an infinite amount of time:
It may well be that any particular pattern (or redundancy) in the method of search will necessarily blind the searcher to certain possible patterns in the universe; and that only RANDOM search can ultimately catch all possible regularities. This ideal will be achieved, however, only by a searcher with infinite time and in a universe which makes available infinite series of data.
(“The Message of Reinforcement†(1966) in A Sacred Unity: Further Steps in an Ecology of Mind, ed. Rodney E. Donaldson, (New York: Harper Collins, 1991) pp.141–42)
Part of this is because of the difficulty of defining the word “randomâ€:
In both the theory of evolution and the theory of learning, however, the word “random†is conspicuously undefined, and the word is not an easy one to define. In both fields, it is assumed that while change may be dependent upon probabilistic phenomena, the probability of a given change is determined by something different from probability…. The word “random,†upon which all of these explanations turn, appears to be a word whose meaning is hierarchically structured, like the meaning of the word “learning.â€
(Steps to an Ecology of Mind (1972), (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2000) pp. 254–55)
III.
All this is to say that the game of surrealism strikes a balance between pure randomness and absolute predictability. Surrealism, at its best, offers moments of such balance, often through radical juxtaposition, as Margaret O’Brien has recently pointed out:
It’s an odd one, this painting but I’m around long enough to know that when something gives me that little tingle, that draws me back even though I might be perplexed, I know I ought to pay attention. So it is now with The Listening Room. Look at it. It’s either an oversized apple or a very, very small room. Its surrealism stretches my thinking, as Magritte no doubt playfully intended.Â
Some recent encounters with surrealism in literature I’ve had include the following emboldened quotations:
The world is a broken lightbulb / no one cares enough about to sweep up. / Please, Marshmallow, lick the glass/ until your tongue bleeds sunlight.
(Austin Davis, “Marshmallow,†Some Houses Are Built with the Wrong Bricks, Massachusetts: Moran Press, 2020)
*****
At first he is ecstatic and brings in his wife who is overjoyed at the lively giant baby. The joy turns to panic soon when they realize the baby is still growing at an alarming rate. After an hour young Philbert is too big to hold. After his nap he is to [sic] big for the house and eats his parents. By the time for “One Life to Live†he had gone through the beach homes of the rich and famous, and working on the western half of Fire Island. By the third rerun of the “Simpsons†he had devoured four million people including the staring back line for the Islanders.
(James Thornton, “Tony Randall vs. the Giant Baby Who Ate Long Island,†Meaty-Ochre no. 1, Austin, Texas: Self-Published, 2019)
*****
Cool sea water sweeps away his jetlag for the time being. Dried off, we eat ice-cream and return to the airport.
(Anthony Rudolf, “Pedraterra,†Two Fables: Pedraterra, Angleterre, (Les Brouzils, France: The Fortnightly Review, 2021) p. 5)