Between the Word and the World
Essays by Anna MacDonald
Is it possible for an experience of literature to be an experience of life? Can we think of words as existing in three dimensions, as things we move through, in much the same way that we move through the world? And how can we account for their effects beyond the page as we carry them with us, in our bodies, in our selves, holding on to them over the course of our years?
In Between the Word and the World, Anna MacDonald sets out on an eloquent exploration of these questions and the issues they raise. Drifting with ease from fiction to philosophy, from digital ephemera to psychogeography, from archival voyages to personal correspondence, her essays repeatedly probe the mysteries of writing and its power over our moods, our perceptions, and our sense of being. Whether turning her attention to the poetic musings of Esther Kinsky, the sinister imagery of Cynan Jones, or the fragmented politics of Valeria Luiselli, MacDonald enacts new and provocative ways of thinking about reading, writing, and living, so that “the worlds dreamed on and beyond the page bleed into one another.”
Anna MacDonald is a writer and bookseller based in Melbourne, Australia, and a Splice masthead contributor. She has previously reviewed for 3 AM Magazine and the Sydney Review of Books, and she also writes for the Australian Book Review. Her début novel, A Jealous Tide, is also available from Splice.
Praise for Between the Word and the World
Deeply reflective… digressive in its examination of authors such Woolf, W.G. Sebald, Teju Cole, and Deborah Levy, and structured thus so that the work of these writers is set against reflections on the vagaries of walking and interacting with the world.Thuy On
Sydney Review of Books
Anna MacDonald is a writer’s reader with a wide-roving attentiveness that appreciates the world, all things, as palimpsest. Through this superb collection, we might hope not only to go where she goes, but to inherit the generosity and acuity with which she sees.Josephine Rowe
author of Here Until August
Ferociously intelligent and compelling. In writing that is at once attentive and luminous — of the mind but full of heart — Anna MacDonald draws connections between reading and life, philosophy and art, past and present. The result is exhilarating, filling this wonderful work with dimension and resonance.Lucy Treloar
author of Salt Creek and Wolfe Island
Elegant and deeply thought. Essays on writing and reading. And life. And landscape. And love. And emotion. And intellect. A beautiful collection.Robert Lukins
author of The Everlasting Sunday
Between the Word and the World was launched at the Paperback Bookshop in Melbourne, Australia, on 21 November 2019. The event was opened by the award-winning poet Lisa Gorton, whose comments appear here in full:
This book starts with Iain Sinclair’s shoes. There’s a story about them, and it leads to the discovery of a book, and this discovery of a book — its pages ‘dense with signs’, with coffee stains, dog ears, underlinings, marginalia — leads to memories of walking, and these memories of walking reveal how, over the course of a life, ‘walking and reading, reading and being in the world, became one.’
This is a book about reading as an experience of the world. Anna’s sentences and paragraphs and essays alike keep branching outwards. They start with a boundary crossing. Sometimes this is an incident in a book: ‘A young woman leaves her home and family…’ Sometimes it is an incidental shift in the day: ‘Now…’, ‘When I woke…’, ‘I’d forgotten…’, ‘Perhaps…’. From that precipitant, the essays advance not along one single line of thought but along many lines crossing from book to life, from life to book, from book to book, freely. The mode of this book is not emotion recollected in tranquillity. Instead, it traces the moment-by moment experience of reading as an experience of life, a work of discovery.
The books that she reads themselves branch out. In her copy of Teju Cole’s Blind Spot, she writes, she finds an ‘index card covered on both sides with names and titles. From Teju Cole, Edna O’Brien, Homer, Caravaggio, Emily Dickinson, Nadia Tuèni, Arthur Conan Doyle, Merleau-Ponty…’ This is one of the ways in which, in these essays, reading and walking serve as images of each other: each open out at each point into fields of options: other books, other places, other angles back. Her experience of reading is like the experience of walking, where there is no still centre and place is accidental, interinvolved, opening out from each point anew.
This perpetual forward movement is one source of the book’s vitality. Another is its interplay of different ways of seeing, different frames. Anna writes: ‘Soon after I began reading Esther Kinsky’s River, I went out in search of a magnifying glass. Early one Sunday, I drove east to the neighbourhood of my childhood and scanned the tables of the fleamarket… This was the same table where, years ago, I had salvaged a cardboard box of photographs…’
A book, a river, a magnifying glass, a box of photographs, a move not only to another place but to another time: variously, these essays gather together such varied ways of seeing. On a page, in a place, in close-up, in memory, through a frame, the essays set up a dramatic play of perspective. As a reader, you feel a kind of flickering in your vision, a quick subtle free movement from inside to outside each experience and back again.
To be a writer in this rich country, in these poor times, is to feel on the defensive, not only financially but also imaginatively, answering for the value of writing itself when the only question most people want writers to answer is how many copies of their books they sell. Poetry, short-stories, essays, formally experimental prose — these are held in the margins, in this rich country, in these poor times. Anna’s book is exhilarating because it has kept a sense of free imaginative movement. It is written with ease, in an intimate, clear, digressive style. That is, it is written with the conviction that all this matters, that it is not a matter for specialists, that the experience of reading, which it at once offers and describes, is a common inheritance, open and free, unfenced.
Between the Word and the World claims, as its right, the freedom of reading. It grants literature the right to keep, as the origin of its radical power, the nature of an artform. Everywhere, in its free movement between the word and the world, Anna’s book assumes the right to see literature, not solely as a commodity to dull the passing of time, not chiefly as a machine for creating characters that we can ‘identify with’, avatars of our vanity — but as a way to discover reality, wider and stranger than our habits.Lisa Gorton
author of Empirical