Reviews of Entrance to a colonial pageant in which we all begin to intricate

by on Jul.06, 2011

There’s been two new, really thoughtful reviews of my latest book, Entrance to a colonial pageant in which we all begin to intricate:

Here’s an excerpt from Nick Demske’s review:

This helps make sense of why Entrance is so obsessed with gender, too. From the characters of Father Father and Mother Mother—as if uber-enactments of archetypal gender—to Miss World, who is referred to exclusively with masculine pronouns, no explanation, Göransson does a great justice to the concept of gender, representing it in all its faulty foundations and glorious ambiguities. Traces of Anne-Fausto Sterling echo throughout the pageant, which especially seems concerned with girlhood. And rightfully so, in this world. “This is a poem for girls,” at one point The Parasites weirdly blurt out. “I want to die like girls,” The Passenger says a few pages later. Göransson’s work has always been feminist in the most counter-intuitive ways (i.e.- “Do the twist, you anorexic fuck!”) but, of all his books, this is the one by far most obsessed with feminization (and gender in general). And why not? After all, he’s challenged the accepted divisions of genre as much as any new artist today. What could be more parallel in mythology to the arbitrary discriminations of genre other than gender? And, in light of Judith Butler’s assessments that gender is a type of performance, it makes perfect sense that Colonial Pageant would smear it across every page.

Here’s an excerpt from Joseph Michael Owens’s review in Pank Magazine:

Entrance to a colonial pageant… demands its reader to engage it on a close sentence-to-sentence level and rewards the reader with some truly spectacular prose. Prose that, page after page, begins to infect the reader, begins to parasite the reader as host, parasite the host’s inner child, wealthing around in women’s burnouts before, finally, immolating the host, the reader.

5 comments for this entry:
  1. adam strauss

    At first this quotation pissed me off: “Do the twist, you anorexic fuck!” Now tho I think it’s a tad interesting as I read the line as addressing a male, seeing that the adressee is a “fuck” and not a twat or bitch etc. I don’t much get what anorexia has to do with the twist tho. That is a subject I’ve never succeeded in writing about; I guess it’s just too basically a dynamic that was literally my life so I’m like why bother: I was, it had its enjoyable moments (likely this position is worth exploring) and its sketchy ones and other than that I’m like well what else is there. Are there any excellent anorexic poems–L Gluck’s rather known one I remember as being rather bad: aka boring and obvious and not astute.

  2. adam strauss

    Is anorexia generally regarded as chronic? Any other folks at Montevidayo who have experienced it or are in its midst?

  3. Johannes

    You might have to read the book before you start to pass judgments. If you do, I think your questions are good, especially what does anoroxia have to do with the Twist. And yes, a male character is addressed in this quote.


  4. adam strauss

    That’s why I wrote “at=first”; and I can think of a twist link; the twist could be deemed a fun act, not hardcore “real” excercize” which one could typically expect with an anorexic; I’m tempted to read the twist as synonym for fun, for chill out and relax and let your body go–don’t stay tightly wound/restrictive–take some space with those limbs!