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Summary: There's metonymy in her method.
Review: The author of this "essay"--her word--on Louise Bourgeois' "Spider" admits to suffering from a "major dissatisfaction with much...art-writing," and proposes, from her special vantage "as a literary specialist trained in close reading" to offer something more "exciting" for the reader's consideration. She assures us that her offering is "unassuming" yet a "crucial contribution to the traditions of art-writing." She is too modest. Her "cruciality" --a word I created for the exclusivity of the author, and have every confidence she'll take for her own-- lies rather in formalistic diction, technical jargon and inadvertent humor. The following two brief passages may illustrate all three of the crucial-like categories: "Metonymically related to a past it projects within the present of looking, the hole is also a synechdoche of the fragmentation of all these shreds and scraps. As synecdoche, it articulates fragmentation's defining function in the irresistible narrativity of Spider." "If the hole stands for the whole of which it is a part--as the figure of synecdoche has it--then this hole represents wholeness as hole, caused by and resulting in fragmentation....Metaphor, the mother of rhetoric, must relieve the anxiety this web of implications might arouse." (pp 82-83)
Rating:
Summary: There's metonymy in her method.
Review: The author of this "essay"--her word--on Louise Bourgeois' "Spider" admits to suffering from a "major dissatisfaction with much...art-writing," and proposes, from her special vantage "as a literary specialist trained in close reading" to offer something more "exciting" for the reader's consideration. She assures us that her offering is "unassuming" yet a "crucial contribution to the traditions of art-writing." She is too modest. Her "cruciality" --a word I created for the exclusivity of the author, and have every confidence she'll take for her own-- lies rather in formalistic diction, technical jargon and inadvertent humor. The following two brief passages may illustrate all three of the crucial-like categories: "Metonymically related to a past it projects within the present of looking, the hole is also a synechdoche of the fragmentation of all these shreds and scraps. As synecdoche, it articulates fragmentation's defining function in the irresistible narrativity of Spider." "If the hole stands for the whole of which it is a part--as the figure of synecdoche has it--then this hole represents wholeness as hole, caused by and resulting in fragmentation....Metaphor, the mother of rhetoric, must relieve the anxiety this web of implications might arouse." (pp 82-83)
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Summary: Provocative and fresh
Review: This is a book with a dual mission. Though it certainly addresses itself to the French-American artist Louise Bourgeois's mysterious and beautiful "Spider" series of sculptures, it is just as much about the "experiencing" of artworks in real space and time. But Mieke Bal goes beyond the phenomenological and explores the way in which viewers bring their own sense of history, memory and culture to bear upon the object being viewed/experienced. For Bal, in this particular instance, it is Bernini that haunts the sculptures under scrutiny. And her case in convincing. The book is short, and exquisitely produced in full color.
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Summary: Provocative and fresh
Review: This is a book with a dual mission. Though it certainly addresses itself to the French-American artist Louise Bourgeois's mysterious and beautiful "Spider" series of sculptures, it is just as much about the "experiencing" of artworks in real space and time. But Mieke Bal goes beyond the phenomenological and explores the way in which viewers bring their own sense of history, memory and culture to bear upon the object being viewed/experienced. For Bal, in this particular instance, it is Bernini that haunts the sculptures under scrutiny. And her case in convincing. The book is short, and exquisitely produced in full color.
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Summary: Louise Bourgeois's Black Widow Spider
Review: This review by Wayne Andersen was published in Common Knowledge. Louise Bourgeois's monumental sculpture, Spider, currently installed in London's Tate Modern, stands so far outside the standard notion of sculpture that to call it sculpture is to say there's no such thing as sculpture. Mieke Bal translates Spider into a theoretical object, coalescing, in an expostulating narrative, theoretical thought with visual articulation of that thought in the various materials and objects that structure and consist of Spider-its mixed media egg case between huge bronze legs: a femme-maison, or Frauenzimmer, the spider is female of course, her egg case a house, a woman-house.
In Bal's terms, this theoretical object deploys its visual status to articulate thought about art as internal to the work of art, like within a womb, house, or dream, the spider's egg case's shell a chain-link fence, within it a mother's lap in the form of a chair, perfume bottles hanging on a chain, segments of marrow bone wired to the fence, brooches and medals, a grandfather's watch, a tiny locket, eggs in a wire basket, other stuff-all there to puzzle over, the chair not to be sat in, dangling objects not to be touched, only approached as behind one's eyes or within the spaces of one's mind. "Come into my parlor," the spider says through an open door one dare's not enter.
Bal admits that her construal of Spider as theoretical object is as much about her approach to the work as about the work itself-how to see it, to write about it-which might prompt one to question whether her essay competes with the object as if to erase it. If, on behalf of the object, an explanation of it does supplant it, thus becoming it, one confronts a tautology, such as Paul Gauguin's saying, "An explanation of the man is the work of the man," interpolated in Bal's case as, "an explanation of the work of art is the work of art," a double bind familiar to critics when passing from material description to an interpretive phase, aware that what can be described is the property of the work under scrutiny while interpretation resides solely within the observer (as in saying, I came, I saw, I conquered, the enemy erased, the victor left to mourn the loss). So, after reading Bal's essay one might find her interpretation having foreclosed on Spider, leaving it bereft of its theoretical objecthood. In spite of that possibility befalling a seduced reader, Bal's narrative, which is neither historical nor biographical but omnipresent and transcendental, is itself a theoretical object that holds to itself so tightly as to be independent of the work-a covering narrative that can be pulled off the work, leaving its irreducible mystery intact and open for anyone capable of plumbing its depth. In short, Bourgeois' Spider is approachable but not to be subjugated, and unlike its referent, too big to be squashed.
Bal is exceptionally skilled at close reading, and the subjects she chooses to take on are commensurate in complexity to that skill. Louise Bourgeois, now in her nineties, came through French Surrealism of the 1930s into New York art of the 1940s and 50s. To say the least about her, she is ineffable; to say the least about her work, it is beyond comprehension by any mode of art-writing that quails within boundaries, like fenced-in theories unwilling to bleed. To relieve the pressure of Bal's text, as relentlessly demanding as it is generous, the distressed reader might fall into giddiness and recall a clip from a Marx Brothers film with Groucho waist-hugging a woman twice his corporeality who says, "Oh! Hold me closer," to which Groucho responds, "If I held you any closer, I'd be behind you." No critic that I've read (Rosalind Krauss notwithstanding) has embraced Bourgeois' Spider closer than Bal, who gets behind the work, all around it, and through it, exhausting all permutations. Her essay is intellectual adventuring into a dense thicket of what's possible when knowable unknowns are forced into being known and secrets induced to tattle on themselves. Tag along with her, try to keep up, forewarned that from where she is headed there may be no way back.
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