En realidad no lo terminé. Abrumada por este libro en el que se nos está lanzando continuamente los conocimientos filosóficos de la autora a la cara. Demasiada sintaxis, poca estructura literaria y un poquito facha. No me apetece seguir. ( )

When You Feel You're Too Old for a Book

"Savage Theories" is inventive and sharp, but I feel a certain distance from its headlong fascination with philosophy and political theory. About halfway through the book I began to realize my judgment was a matter of age.

But it's a tricky subject. If someone says they read contemporary fiction, that implies they don't read primarily children's books or YA fiction. But there's no category for fiction aimed at people between, say, 20 and 40. "Savage Theories" made me think there should be such a category. The problem would be how to define it.

In this novel, at least, it would have to do with the ways that the narrator and the implied author tend to get swept away by "theories," which tends to mean political theory, with some psychoanalysis and existentialism added in. I'm not allergic to novels with literary references (like Vila Matas), but to something about the way those references are presented. It also has to do, in "Savage Theories," with the way we're told about sex.

1. Sex

Sex obliterates narrative, as everyone knows, but in novels by what I'm calling young writers, sex can be a flood that washes through the room several times per chapter. It's as if the world is continuously immersed in streams of warm sea water. Sex is everywhere. People swim in it and even breathe for entire chapters underwater.

On the other hand talk about sex is descriptive and insouciant about combinations of lovers and ideals of beauty. (One of the heroines here is supposedly fat and ugly, and one of the people she has sex with -- in a group of four -- praises only her feet.) Even the character in Eimear McBride's "Lesser Bohemians" has more distance on sex than "Savage Theories."

2. Theories

Theories also captivate the characters in this "Savage Theories." It's full of the sort of breathless allusions that I remember from my undergraduate years. "I must say," a man says in a seduction scene, "I'm very impressed that you caught that hidden reference to Marx's 'The German Ideology.'" And then on the next page the narrator gets swept up in her theorizing:

"I took advantage of the fact that he was chewing, and added that ever since the Knowledge Industry decided to proclaim itself critical (i.e., since the dernier cri of its blusterings is to fancy itself a critic), humanism has been reduced to a republican version of intellectual purity; in the end, product differentiation is as important for (and within) the academy as it is for the capitalist corporations that academics love to hate." (p. 135)

This isn't ironic, except as a mandatory veneer of self-awareness on the narrator's part. It's heartfelt and entranced by the possibilities the novel grants it.

3. Mixing sex and theories

Both sex and theory are hypnotic, and tend to ruin the narrator's ability to focus on other things. They are only mixed in afew passages. Here is one: the narrator (a woman) has successfully stopped a man from kissing her by asking for a song. It's a triumph, but she dislikes him for acceeding. The thought leads her on to some political theory:

"Behind my eyes I confirm the presence of a feeling so powerful I want to bite him: his very being exudes a vulnerability so unpleasant that it makes me dizzy, rivalsthe strength of my patience without rising to the level of my disgust. But enough. Let us return to the scene. I have no desire to distort a rigorous political theory such as has been established in this book just to make of it a practice drill for some monstrous sort of love." (p. 164)

Again, the political theory is seen ironically, but just a little: the narrator, and the implied author, believe in a lot of it. And the only way works with the sex is not to work.

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I feel too old for this. Some decades have passed since I was in college, and both sex and theories have become more entangled and less breathless. Dylan's "My Back Pages" says this well:

"A self-ordained professor's tongue too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school
Equality, I spoke the word as if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."

And even that stanza flies its flags a bit too stridently.

Why is the american cover so hideous? Look at the others here https://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&page=1&rh=n:283155,p_27:Pola Oloixarac ( )

This book has defeated me. I'm not interested in the subject matter, and it is incredibly difficult for me to make myself read it when An American Marriage is sitting right next to me begging to be picked up. So. I'm sorry, Pola Oloixarac. I tried.

Note: I stopped with this book around 1/3 of the way through. I hardly ever abandon a book.
The translator does a good job saying that things might be lost in translation here, possibly the author included four meanings in a sentence, and then the translator could only impart two of those meanings. As possibly a not-intelligent-enough reader, or not having the cultural context for this, I possibly wasn't getting any of the meanings which is why this book sadly might be impossible to decipher. This is a complicated book. So I think it is the fault on all levels: of the author's ambitiousness, the translator (at least he admits he didn't get it completely right), and me as a reader. I tried with this one. I really did. I never like to give up on books but I was just struggling with this one. Some of the sentences were GREAT. Sadly, it was taking me too much time to dig out those gems.