Eibonvale Press, 2024
143 pp
paperback
Crikey! It's been a long while since I've been here but things have been a bit on the chaotic side for a while. There really just hasn't been much spare time to post my thoughts about what I've been reading, although I will say I have a stack of small-press gems sitting here waiting for my comments.
First up is one of Eibonvale's latest releases, The Universe As Performance Art by author Colby Smith, a collection of short stories that above all will jolt its readers out of their complacency while making them do some serious thinking about what they've just encountered. As described on the back-cover blurb by author Paul Cunningham, this book is "a disquieting, panoramic gallery exhibition obsessed with art's arranged marriage with Nature and the consequences of art itself," but to say that Smith's work is "disquieting" is an enormous understatement.
I am so late in posting about this book which I should have done last month (had it not been for a two-week vacation and then a week of sleep recovery) that I'm only going to offer three examples of stories that made a deep impact on my already-buzzing psyche. "The Game Show Expats" did my head in and wins my personal award for most disturbing. This story consists of three different scenarios focused on people who've won each a trip to the Florida Keys as a prize in a game show that "combined both the novelty-game and trivia formats." The first two are out there, but it's the third one that made me do a very loud "WTF," but then again, I live in this state and honestly, nothing here fazes me any more. If you're talking about the question of what different people find to be important in life, this story answers it in suprising ways. "All about yourself" indeed. I can't speak highly enough about "Somnii Draconis," which begins as a young man is walking along the beach and runs into an older guy with a dowsing rod. Turns out the dowser is looking for "the sex of stones." Obviously, the younger man says, "there are no organs at all in rocks," but the old man definitely knows what he's talking about -- as the younger will soon discover. As this part of story is unfolding, another thread running through this tale links current "black-market hype" (which I won't explain here) to the "classical Chinese medicinal canon," beginning with the "dragon bones" (龍骨), fossils discovered by farmers as they plowed their fields, which then went to priests who ground and used them for their "supposed healing properties" against "metaphysical ailments." While there is more than a bit of humor in this one, the younger man's unspoken"counterargument" toward the conclusion of this story deserves our full attention. In a completely different vein is "Amaterasu Overthrown," which is without doubt brilliant, transplanting the Japanese myth about the sun goddess deep into the future and most fully into the realm of science fiction. On the space station Takamagahara the light suddenly dies, "sucked away" by the goddess Amaterasu who has fled the station for a black hole after a prank "gone too far" by her brother. The result is devastating for life forms on the station; thus a price must be paid. Worth more than an honorable mention are "Aphorisms in Concrete," "The Bombed Zoo," and in a much quieter mode, "Fluora," all of which point to Smith as a serious talent.
The majority of these stories center on art, integrating physical, mental and spiritual selves, science and the natural world as well as other areas of existence, all written in bold, vital language. Connected to that are the consequences of the choices that are made by the people who inhabit these tales, which are also explored here. What really struck me though in most cases was the intensity of emotion that seeps out via the author's characters, even in those stories I didn't particularly care for, which in actuality weren't all that many. I will say that if you depend on trigger warnings, well, this probably isn't the book for you.
In the blurb on the back of the book, Cunningham also says that this book is "an indispensable contribution to the Neo-Decadent international art movement canon," and I have to admit that my familiarity with the movement is pretty much nil (although after reading this one my curiosity is getting the better of me). I found this article from Document (2023) which helped a bit, and a brief explanation by Fergus Nm in The Aither as part of a review of Neo-Decadence Evangelion (Zagava, 2023; ed. Justin Isis) where he describes this group as a "loose confederation of writers, poets, and artists with an axe to grind against the imagination-starved tedium of much of what passes for 'contemporary culture.' " Amen to that -- and here's to continuing to shake up the system. There's more than enough to keep any reader of darker fiction on their toes here, and my many and hugely grateful thanks (along with an apology for taking forever) to the very good people at Eibonvale for my copy. I may not know the movement itself very well, but The Universe as Performance Art blew me right out of my comfort zone and made me want to read more from Mr. Colby Smith in the future. And that's what matters.
