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A History of French Cinema

16 Aug

My review of Emilie Bickerton’s A Short History of Cahiers du cinéma is on the 3:AM Magazine site here.

Yet, it seems to me that what the early Cahiers critics did so well was to bridge the gap between commercial concerns and personal visions, and to acknowledge the possibilities of a quick-witted director harnessing the potential of the studio system. In this way, the Cahiers critics were negotiating the contradictions of attempting to produce highly personal cinema in an era of increased consumer capitalism. This image of the director as auteur may have been wishful thinking on the parts of Truffaut and Godard, yet this convenient fiction allowed them to imagine themselves in the role of director, an effort of the imagination that is even more astounding for having actually materialised. Their cinema, in actuality, took a markedly different form from their heroes Hitchcock and Sam Fuller: fewer studio sets, more filming on the street; lower budgets, smaller audiences. Perhaps the lessons about negotiating the commercial aspects of filmmaking were forgotten by Cahiers in later years; when it couldn’t survive as an autonomous concern, it fully embraced commercialism – again, mirroring Toubiana’s leap from Maoist to pillar of the industry (he’s now the Director General of the Cinématheque française).

 

Crosswords, lightly thrown

28 Jun

I’ve written a short piece about Georges Perec for 3:AM Magazine here. It’s the first time I’ve sat down to write anything about Perec since finishing my PhD, and I really enjoyed dipping in again to Perec’s novels and writings, which are often gleefully playful. My article gives a brief overview of Perec’s major writings, touching on some of the themes that colour his work. I’ve previously written about Perec and the rue Vilin here (on last 4 pages of magazine).

 

Some Parisian Walking

20 Mar

Two recent articles by me, written for 3:AM Magazine: a review of Tom McDonough’s new Situationist reader, and an interview with Eric Hazan, radical publisher and author of The Invention of Paris.

 

Strolling Through Faubourg Saint-Antoine

01 Mar

I’m currently reading the new Verso translation of Eric Hazan’s The Invention of Paris. It’s a beautifully imagined book, full of colourful descriptions of Parisian places. I’ll review it soon, but in the meantime, here’s what Hazan says about the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, a notoriously radical Parisian locale:

The present Faubourg retains few material traces of this glorious past, and only the friends of Red Paris mentally raise their hats when they cross Rue Charles-Delescluze and remember that at the crossroads of Rue du Faubourg Saint-Antoine and Rue de Cotte they are on the site of the barricade where the representative of the people Alphonse Baudin was killed for twenty-five francs. But even if the proximity of the Bastille Opera now disagreeably contaminates the first few metres of the Faubourg, even if Rue de Lappe, long since deserted by the Auvergnats, is no longer the haven that it once was for modern art, still the Aligre market, the fountains on the corner of Rue de Charonne and in the square in front of the Saint-Antoine hospital, the courtyards where illustrators and computer buffs, Chinese artisans and photographers, work cheek by jowl – this unique mixture maintains the quarter’s identity as plebeian and industrious. If, taking up Marcel Duchamp’s idea, we should manufacture cans of Air de Paris, it is certainly that of Faubourg Saint-Antoine with which I would fill mine. (124)

Eric Hazan will be in conversation with Iain Sinclair in London’s Institut Francais this Wednesday 3rd March. (Details here.)

 

25 Aug

The first issue of The Kakofonie is launched tonight in the Pygmalion Bar, South William Street, Dublin (near the Powerscourt Centre). Events begin at 7pm, and at around 7.45pm I’ll be interviewed by the journal’s editor, John Holten, on my thoughts about urban space and memory.

 

22 Jul

This evening in Berlin, a new literary journal will be launched. Titled The Kakofonie, and edited by John Holten, the contributors come from Italy, Germany, Ireland, the USA and Denmark. In the first issue, American cruciverbalist Charlie Stadtlander provides a crossword puzzle, French-based Irish artist John Lalor provides a textual exploration of notions of the void, and there are stories and poems from Luke Sheehan, Patrick O’Beirne, Christian Ward and Andrea Bedorin. In addition, I contribute an essay on Georges Perec and urban form. The first issue is available for download in PDF format here.

 

03 Jul

Glenn Beck on The Coming Insurrection here.

 

10 May

Laura’s started a blog about caricatures, looking at contemporary chaps what draw (Steve Bell, for example) and auld fellas from years ago (Daumier, for one). Expect a post on why noted pioneer of photography, Nadar, was also an underrated cartoonist, and other engaging tales from mid-19th century Paris. Read her blog here.

 

26 Apr

We’ve been in Paris since last Monday (the day after Phil Jagielka scored a penalty against Manchester United to put Everton into the FA Cup final; a few days before he got injured against the might of Manchester City).

The first thing you notice when you arrive at the none-more brutalist Terminal 1 of Charles de Gaulle airport is the smell: you’re underground, on a travelator bringing you towards the baggage claim, and the smell of wet clay hangs in the air. Immediately, the smell is familiar, and immediately you know you’re in Paris.

Obviously there are other smells that hit you later: like the somewhat forbidding odour of glue and bleached paper that you get when you enter la Hune bookshop in St-Germain des Pres; the pong of sewerage in the courtyard of your apartment block, telling you something about the difficulty of splicing the technology of 20th century hygiene onto mid -19th century design; the acrid smell of cheap aftershave and body odour on ligne 2 of the metro, as you pass through the Stalingrad and Barbes-Rochechouart stations. And the sharp smell of stale piss in the latter station as you change from one line to another.

There are other places which pretend that these common spaces don’t exist: what immediately springs to mind is the reading room of the Bibliotheque Nationale, which takes an age to enter because of a complex procedure of bag-checking, card-validating, escalator-riding, place-booking, and book-ordering. The design of the place seems to be in part a joke on the puny scale of the average human being: ‘you want to use the bathroom, or take a break? First you must walk half a mile to the nearest exit.’

While it’s a very interesting building, and quite pleasant to work in, the BnF is as far from the everyday realities of Parisian pungency as you can get: clearly it’s positing itself as an astringently Cartesian mind, opposed to the rest of Paris’s bodily funk.

 

11 Nov

The last few days have been along these lines: drudge, drudge, drudge, sick, sick, doctor, hospital, doctor, hospital, drudge, drudge, positive meeting with my supervisor about recently submitted chapter. So it’s not all bad, then.