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1999 |
Populace
Real-time actions (of one's) are as interrupted as dream-actions—therefore one sees right between them, in them in this text. One's going on seeing, while also being separately in those actions. Treadwell has these actions meet, in Populace, in a way that's incredibly acute. --Leslie Scalapino With voices of joy, triumph, camaraderie and anarchy, Elizabeth Treadwell's utopian democracy opens up a new door into the overlooked corners of our world—a world in which women have dignity, humor, and aplomb, and where the disenfranchised have intelligence and spunk. Her use of language is nothing short of heart-stopping, and the conversations that create the polyphonies are restless, constructivist, and dream-inspiring. The stories are funny and engaging—scenes from the suburbs, barrios, psychiatric wards, dorms, small towns, cities, and grandma's houses we all know, love, and sometimes fear. Comfortable yet edgy, always utterly intelligent—Populace is truly irresistible. --Susan Smith Nash In Elizabeth Treadwell's Populace, what she chances to remember or know about herself or someone else—romance, family misery, fashion—becomes a fragment that calls to other such fragments. They gather into portraits of women who perform their identities with amused concentration. The turns of their stories are narrative gestures not unlike the feints and cutbacks of runway models. In Treadwell's girline avant-garde, withholding judgment is one form of seduction and splurging on gorgeous language is another. --Robert Glück |