Dog Days
In a restless and kaleidoscopic collage of life writing, art criticism, and psychoanalytic and affect theory, Dog Days is LaBarge’s reckoning with (or attempt to expel) this It, the 'incandescent voltage' of trauma ... Offers little in the way of edification or tidy resolution ... A more conventional tale of violence or suffering or addiction might seduce its reader with the utopian promise of repair ... A peculiar, energizing archaeology of violence throughout and is at its most revolutionary when digging into the relational pleasures and griefs of confessional writing.
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Embracing disorientation as a formal strategy, Dog Days locates a sympathy between traumatic experience and the practice of writing itself ... At times painfully attuned to this conundrum: that the good story lies behind all stories and may at any moment rear its head. Even as the book draws to a close, there is a sense that it is still undecided on how the good story should be told, if at all ... Stays with the difficulty, veering between ebullience, bewilderment and despair, dogged by its questions about how to make a life in the aftermath, and how to weather being shaped by forces beyond one’s control.
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In Dog Days, LaBarge proves herself seriously adept at interpreting and synthesising these inputs in intricate and fascinating ways ... Relentlessly questions its own methods, and ultimately seeks to incorporate its flaws. This doesn’t prevent them from being flaws ... Dog Days’ stop-start rhythms aren’t evidence of a lack of skill, as numerous virtuosic passages prove. The book’s inability to find the best shape for itself comes from LaBarge’s admirable desire to write from inside her experience, and to give the most accurate account of it she can.
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