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148 pages, Paperback
Published February 21, 2023
"Except that I feel always the need to write this, to say something, to comment, to run the tip of my louse’s tongue onto the roof and soft palate of the night sky, seeking out the ribbed dome underneath."
" …if we’re critics, we feed on art not to live, but to feel the heady rush at the apex of the senses."And she succeeds in passing along that heady rush through most of the book (almost acting as a type of vector---a literary mosquito sucking up the blood of her aesthetic targets and passing that passion and excitement along to the reader).
"To write or read on the precipice feels right in this moment in particular, as if it is coming into a new fullness, a wholeness which was not possibly entirely in the complacency of our living before, the city whose obverse was not at Necropolis yet. This is the moment when the skin of the fig gives into the needle of the wasp’s thorax, when the wasp breaks into the dark."
"Everything is always already historicized into tesserae and laid out. What is there to do but look and look?"
"I think this sometimes is our world, and the historical world of Homer too. It’s the world where the tapeworm siphons off the nutrients from children in muddy hemispheric plots until they die of starvation. It’s the malarial mosquito’s world, the flies that swell the limbs with elephantiasis. It’s a world that digs its scolex mouth into your flank until your scream in horror because you see it clearly.
But I weep still where another has wept, tears to salt a sea full of little stick-oar boats all sailing from Lepanto. If I collect my tears into a bowl, maybe my bones will change to coral."
Here’s a weird thing about some kinds of figs: there are male and female figs. The fig is an inverted flower, which needs to be pollinated to make the fig fruit that we eat. There are male and female fig wasps. The female fig wasp burrows into the male fig, called the caprifig, and the process, in turn, is called caprification, when she lays eggs and those eggs hatch. The hatchlings are blind, flightless males and young females. They have incestuous sex. The now pregnant female wasps, the one Aristotle and Theophrastus call psenes, burst out of the skin of the caprifig and go off to burrow anew into other figs. Both erroneously thought this was a kind of spontaneous wasp generation, but to be fair the actual mechanism is hard to discern such that the biology of it is still a topic now.Figs and wasps are Marraccini’s first way into describing the triangulation that characterizes the role of the critic. Both fig trees and wasps are obeying their evolutionary imperative, but in the process of what Marraccini rightly names commensualism and mutualism. And beyond this, Marraccini, who tastes the figs and kisses them onward to us.