In his short story The Analytical Language of John Wilkins Borges famously lists a hilarious classification of animals found in an apocryphal Chinese encyclopedia. In Penser/Classer Georges Perec lists an equally hilarious classification drawn from various official documents.
It has won the PEN/Faulkner Award and it has been almost unanimously praised, but perhaps that is precisely the problem. The novel nestles itself comfortably in the nicely made corner lounge of current taste.
This is one of those books of which I'm ashamed to admit I only just read it. It is, as it says on the back cover of my paperback edition, required reading for anyone working in dance or theatre.
Of course I’d like to have more purchasing power and pay lower taxes and I too disagree with some of the ways the government of my country allocates its budget. But there is a different form of private wealth which depends on the public infrastructure of the country you live in.
In one of my recent papers I address the observation that scents can be disgusting, but watching dance rarely is. Stephen Fry begs to disagree, although not in response to my article.
My problem with games is that I just can’t be bothered. I don’t feel any desire to find the treasure, rescue the princess or score points. By contrast, art engages me both intellectually and emotionally and allows my thoughts to wander.
"I'm a Cyborg But That's OK" is yet another highly intelligent movie by Park Chan-wook. It's also a visual treat and in its own special way profoundly moving.