The Literary Conference by Cesar Aria
4.5 Stars – Strongly Recommended by Drew
Pages: 90
Publisher: New Directions
Released: 2010
The Short
Version: After
solving a centuries-old puzzle and recovering a lost pirate treasure,
author/translator (and Mad Scientist) César Aira sets out to put in motion a
plan to dominate the world. Things go awry.
The Review: In some ways, this is the most digestible Aira novel I have
read so far. In his embracing of B-movie aesthetics, which are (I now realize)
delightfully well-suited to his "flight forward" style of just
inventing and inventing and inventing, he's created something that manages to
be both silly and also profound, something intellectually stimulating while
also unequivocally tossed off. These dichotomies are what make Aira such a
fascinating, compelling author - and I'm glad to've gotten one more of his
books in before the end of 2016.
When I say that
this book is the "most digestible", don't for a second think that I'm
saying that it's not banana-pants crazy and silly and strange. It is right up
there with The Seamstress and the Wind for
wild inventiveness, featuring a mad scientist and a cloning device and a
world-destroying ending - but also featuring surrealist theater, long swims in
the pool, and the titular literary conference. All of this in under a hundred
pages - but none of it feels hurried or rushed or like it didn't matter. This,
my friends, is the beauty of César Aira.
This is also the
first book of his where I saw - or, at least, I thought I saw - behind the
veil. It's not the only book where the character of César Aira appears (I
haven't read The Miracle Cures of Dr. Aira yet, but do believe
it to've been him in Conversations)
but there seems to be something touching on the reality of Aira in this
particular version. He's a mad scientist brought, unexpectedly, to a literary
conference - a conference where he plans to clone a famous author in order to
be subservient to said author's clone in their pursuit of world domination. A
smarter psychological mind could go into the depths of what it means for Aira
to wish to be subservient to another author, to feel as though other authors
are more famous than he - but I can't help thinking that there is some
small dose of self-reflection here. Take the later moment, as character-Aira
watches an old play of his restaged (the reason for his coming to the
conference). He is both critical and pleased with this early work, looking on
it as he does from the perspective of his older self. Does this novel function
similarly? This is, I suppose, a matter of one's interpretation.
Not so subject to
interpretation: the hilarious denouement. Aira's mad-scientist plan goes awry,
as mad scientist's plans often do, because of a simple failing on behalf of a
minion - and it's in this that Aira presents one of his more straightforward
stories, if it ends up being perhaps less impactful than something like ...Landscape Painter or Conversations.
We know rather what to expect from a mad scientist's tale: the long-winded
explanation of what he's doing, their undeniable brilliance that just happens
to be warped in dark ways, their convoluted plan that could've been more easily
pulled off in a hundred other ways that would've been less
impressive-looking... and so as the plan falls apart and Aira must save his own
life (in so doing saving everyone and becoming a hero), we get the full scope
of a traditional villain-to-hero narrative - and that traditionalist arc is
genuinely surprising,
considering Aira so often subverts such arcs, not even
necessarily through purpose so much as coming up with an oddball idea that
sends the story spinning off in another direction. As such, you get to the end
of the book and find that Aira has surprised in not surprising, as it were.
Rating: 4.5 out of 5. Genuinely silly and one
of (in my experience so far) Aira's lightest-touch novellas. He takes great joy
in the B-movie plotting and this would be a great introductory novel for those
trying to see if they can get on board with the strangeness and the wacky tone
that Aira often takes. This was my fifth in a year and while I didn't get the
same flush of wonder that I did from some of the others, I still found such
delights - and look forward to burning through another one or two on a snowy
weekend sometime soon.
Drew Broussard reads, a lot. When not doing that, he's writing stories or playing music or acting or producing or coming up with other ways to make trouble. He also has a day job at The Public Theater in New York City.
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