I began Vertigo in 2007 primarily as a vehicle for writing about W.G. Sebald and the history of fiction and poetry that have photographs embedded as part of the author's original text. Now I also write about a broader range of books that interest me. You can see a dozen or so of the posts I like best (from more than 600) by clicking on the My Favorite Posts tab. And check out my yearly Reading Log, where I write a short paragraph about every book I read. The Categories list below represents only a handful of the topics covered in this blog. To see if an author, book, or topic has been discussed somewhere on Vertigo, use the Search field, which is found below the Categories listing. At the Downloadable Bibliography tab above, you can download an extensive bibliography of more than 700 books of Photo-Embedded Fiction & Poetry from the 1890s to the present, plus a full Author/Artist Index. To contact me, just leave a comment at any post and I will answer. Follow me at @vertigoterry.bsky.social
In addition to W.G. Sebald, there are several writers that I have written about multiple times on Vertigo over the last two decades, writers whose books I have found to be consistently worthy of deep and multiple readings. They are (in alphabetical order): Sergio Chejfec, Don Mee Choi, Teju Cole, Dorothee Elmiger, Mathias Énard, Julian Gracq, Esther Kinsky, Wolfgang Koeppen, Micheline Aharonian Marcom, Javier Marías, Joseph McElroy, Patrick Modiano, David Peace's Red Riding Quartet), Ricardo Piglia, Ann Quin, and Enrique Vila-Matas.
Jul 20
Mitz
This photograph, which serves as a coda to Sigrid Nunez’s wonderful book Mitz: The Marmoset of Bloomsbury, about Virginia and Leonard Woolf’s pet marmoset, strikes me as the kind of image W.G. Sebald would have used. Its evidential value is about nil. Try as I might I really cannot say for sure where the marmoset is – possibly in the lower right hand corner of the wooden box? And even if that were true, does this photograph tell us anything about the marmoset that the Woolfs owned and treasured during the latter half of the 1930s? No. It can’t even show us what a marmoset looks like.
On the other hand, it seems perfectly fitting to use such a cheeky photograph to illustrate what Nunez’s website refers to as a “mock biography”. (By the way, have we failed to invent the portmanteau “mockiography” yet? Not quite. A Google search turns up precisely one previous usage for that word.OED here we come.) I think there is an underlying lesson in the way Nunez uses this photograph and the way Sebald uses numerous equally fuzzy and indistinct photographs. These are the kinds of photographs that mean considerably more to the people who were actually there, to the witnesses, than they mean to any subsequent viewer. This is the basis for the disconnect between people who feel they have photographed the Loch Ness Monster or a UFO and all the disbelievers who see only blurry nothings. How many times has someone pointed to a tiny speck in a snapshot and proudly said “That’s my daughter!”
Mitz is highly entertaining and if breezy wasn’t usually taken to signify an empty-headed read, I would have called this breezy because it is fun to read. But Mitz is not empty-headed stuff, it’s a pretty serious bit of biography and one comes away feeling almost intimate with Virginia and Leonard Woolf. Nunez uses Mitz as a vehicle to slip us into the eerily personal realm of their lives as they write, entertain, travel through the early days of Nazi Germany, grieve over the deaths of friends and relatives, and worry about their own health and mortality.
Mitz was first published in paperback in 2007 by Soft Skull Press, Brooklyn.
The first edition of Mitz, published in hardcover in 1998 by Harper Collins does not include the marvelous, mysterious photograph of Pinka and Mitz. The 2019 edition from Soft Skull includes at least one new photograph of “Mitz in Rome” as a frontispiece.]