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Book Review: ‘Theory & Practice,’ by Michelle de Kretser

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Book Review: ‘Theory & Practice,’ by Michelle de Kretser

THEORY & PRACTICE, by Michelle de Kretser


In the 1980s, an intellectual revolution took hold on college campuses, spreading, this newspaper reported at the time, “like kudzu.” Under the deceptively unassuming shorthand of “theory,” a heady brew of philosophical schools and ideas — many of them imported from France — upended longstanding assumptions about language, meaning, reality and the human self. According to theory, words referred not to the world they were tasked with representing but only to other words in a ruthless system where meaning was elusive, reality an illusion and the self a romantic fiction perpetrated by the capitalist bourgeoisie.

This revolution is in full swing when the 24-year-old narrator of Michelle de Kretser’s deftly crafted new novel, “Theory & Practice,” leaves her job in market research and moves from Sydney to Melbourne in 1986 to attend a graduate program in English literature. She buys a vintage dress in “Intellectual Black,” finds a feminist scholar to supervise her thesis on Virginia Woolf and falls in with a loose circle of ironic creatives: a sax player in a feminist band, a sculptor who “looked like Patti Smith but with much stormier hair” and a Marxist lecturer in art history who throws a party for his brand-new Apple Macintosh — “a boxy object in orthopedic non-color” that presides over his desk surrounded by awed guests.

Soon the narrator embarks on a consuming affair with Kit, an engineering student who’s in a “deconstructed relationship” with someone else. Yet she’s unprepared for how her field has changed since she was last in school: “Theory had taken book, essay, novel, story, poem and play, and replaced them all with text,” she marvels. “It was necessary to make the text confess. Applying pressure to soft, secret places, the critic exposed fake oppositions, crude essentialisms, bourgeois hegemonies, totalizing mechanisms, humanist teleologies, squalid repressions, influential aporias, and many more textual fragilities. The text bucked and shrieked under the critic’s ministrations, but the critic was merciless.”

The excesses of 1980s academia are ripe fodder for de Kretser’s mordant wit, but her aim here is more ambitious — and the results more rewarding. An Australian novelist of the first rank, who, like the narrator of “Theory & Practice,” emigrated from Sri Lanka as a child, de Kretser has long been fascinated by the gap between our ideals and our actions — between theory and practice — including with respect to the novel itself. Her last book, “Scary Monsters,” featured two obliquely linked narratives printed back to back and upside down; “Theory & Practice” is also a bold experiment in form.

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I Want This Jane Kenyon Poem Read Aloud at My Funeral

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I Want This Jane Kenyon Poem Read Aloud at My Funeral

You can hear a reading of this poem at the bottom of the page.

“The Pond at Dusk”: It’s a title that presents an image of calm, touched with the faintest shimmer of dread. You might picture a peaceful summer evening in the countryside somewhere, but you might also feel the tug of a somber metaphor in the word “dusk.” Night is falling, and this poem proceeds, nimbly and observantly, toward an unsentimental confrontation with death.

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Jane Kenyon in 1992.

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In one called “Twilight: After Haying” — there’s that dusk again — she writes that “the soul / must part from the body: / what else could it do?” What else indeed. This fatalism provides its own kind of solace. “The day comes at last.” The end is inevitable, inarguable, and there may be a balm in acknowledging that fact.

Not that “The Pond at Dusk” quite dispenses such consolation. It isn’t Kenyon’s style to offer homilies or lessons. Instead, she watches, with sympathetic detachment, standing back from the implications of her words and letting them ripple outward, toward the reader.

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This is not the kind of nature poetry that gazes in wonder at the glories of creation, taking the world as a mirror of the poet’s ego. Kenyon parcels out her attention carefully, removing herself from the picture as rigorously as a landscape painter at her easel.

Listen to A.O. Scott read the poem.

THE POND AT DUSK by Jane Kenyon

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The Pond at Dusk by Jane Kenyon 

A fly wounds the water but the wound 

soon heals. Swallows tilt and twitter 

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overhead, dropping now and then toward 

the outwardradiating evidence of food. 

The green haze on the trees changes 

into leaves, and what looks like smoke 

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floating over the neighbors barn 

is only apple blossoms. 

But sometimes what looks like disaster 

is disaster: the day comes at last, 

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and the men struggle with the casket 

just clearing the pews. 

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