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Her Body and Other Parties
Copyright 2019 by Carmen Maria Machado
First edition published 2019
Some of the material in this book was previously published in Catapult, Los Angeles Review of Books, and Medium.
Excerpt from The New Sappho by Jim Powell. Copyright 2007 by Jim Powell. Reproduced with permission of Oxford University Press through PLSclear.
Ghost House reprinted from For Your Own Good by Leah Horlick (Caitlin Press, 2015). Used by permission.
Lines from Labrador by Aimee Mann 2012 Aimee Mann (ASCAP). Used by permission. All rights reserved.
Lines from Voices Carry by Aimee Mann, Michael Hausman, Joe Pesce and Robert Holmes 1985 Til Tunes Associates (ASCAP). Used by permission. All rights reserved.
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You pile up associations the way you pile up bricks. Memory itself is a form of architecture.
Louise Bourgeois
If you are silent about your pain, theyll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
Zora Neale Hurston
Your mind indeed is tired. Your mind so tired that it can no longer work at all. You do not think. You dream. Dream all day long. Dream everything. Dream maliciously and incessantly. Dont you know that by now?
Patrick Hamilton, Angel Street
Dream House as Overture
I never read prologues. I find them tedious. If what the author has to say is so important, why relegate it to the paratext? What are they trying to hide?
Dream House as Prologue
In her essay Venus in Two Acts, on the dearth of contemporaneous African accounts of slavery, Saidiya Hartman talks about the violence of the archive. This conceptalso called archival silenceillustrates a difficult truth: sometimes stories are destroyed, and sometimes they are never uttered in the first place; either way something very large is irrevocably missing from our collective histories.
The word archive, Jacques Derrida tells us, comes from the ancient Greek : arkheion, the house of the ruler. When I first learned about this etymology, I was taken with the use of house (a lover of haunted house stories, Im a sucker for architecture metaphors), but it is the power, the authority, that is the most telling element. What is placed in or left out of the archive is a political act, dictated by the archivist and the political context in which she lives. This is true whether its a parent deciding whats worth recording of a childs early life orlike Europe and its Stolpersteine, its stumbling blocksa continent publicly reckoning with its past. Here is where Sebastian took his first fat-footed baby steps; here is the house where Judith was living when we took her to her death.
Sometimes the proof is never committed to the archiveit is not considered important enough to record, or if it is, not important enough to preserve. Sometimes there is a deliberate act of destruction: consider the more explicit letters between Eleanor Roosevelt and Lorena Hickok, burned by Hickok for their lack of discretion. Almost certainly erotic and gay as hell, especially considering what wasnt burned. (Im getting so hungry to see you.)
The late queer theorist Jos Esteban Muoz pointed out that queerness has an especially vexed relationship to evidence. When the historian of queer experience attempts to document a queer past, there is often a gatekeeper, representing a straight present. What gets left behind? Gaps where people never see themselves or find information about themselves. Holes that make it impossible to give oneself a context. Crevices people fall into. Impenetrable silence.
The complete archive is mythological, possible only in theory; somewhere in Jorge Luis Borgess Total Library, perhaps, buried under the detailed history of the future and his dreams and half dreams at dawn on August 14, 1934. But we can try. How does one tell impossible stories? Hartman asks, and she suggests many avenues: advancing a series of speculative arguments, exploiting the capacities of the subjunctive (a grammatical mood that expresses doubts, wishes, and possibilities), writing history with and against the archive, imagining what cannot be verified.
The abused woman has certainly been around as long as human beings have been capable of psychological manipulation and interpersonal violence, but as a generally understood concept itand shedid not exist until about fifty years ago. The conversation about domestic abuse within queer communities is even newer, and even more shadowed. As we consider the forms intimate violence takes today, each new conceptthe male victim, the female perpetrator, queer abusers, and the queer abusedreveals itself as another ghost that has always been here, haunting the rulers house. Modern academics, writers, and thinkers have new tools to delve back into the archives in the same way that historians and scholars have made their understanding of contemporary queer sexuality reverberate through the past. Consider: What is the topography of these holes? Where do the lacunae live? How do we move toward wholeness? How do we do right by the wronged people of the past without physical evidence of their suffering? How do we direct our record keeping toward justice?
The memoir is, at its core, an act of resurrection. Memoirists re-create the past, reconstruct dialogue. They summon meaning from events that have long been dormant. They braid the clays of memory and essay and fact and perception together, smash them into a ball, roll them flat. They manipulate time; resuscitate the dead. They put themselves, and others, into necessary context.