1) Lists, generally, are neither sexy nor fun.
2) As far as literary genre goes, I think it’d be safe to say that they are non-entities.
3) They more often serve utilitarian, rather than aesthetic purposes: shopping lists, to-do lists, lists of enemies, etc.
4) This is why it’s fun when writers do them.
5) I’m getting tired of mentioning Big J, but, he probably started it in the following from the twelfth episode of Ulysses, however much, when reading it, we may wish that he did not:
“Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach, pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs, drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale, York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes.”
6) On a soon-to-be related note, Anne Enright is very funny.
7) Her novels are among the few that make me laugh in public.
8) When that happens, I read back over it and figure out what it was exactly about that joke that made it work.
9) Bathos and anti-climax are probably the most effective way for a littérateuse to get the laughs in, sudden switches from high falutin’ registers to the colloquial sets up a fairly straightforward atonality, from which hilarity can often result.
10) How reductive is that?
11) Here’s an example because I can’t stand myself:
“’You know what I think,’ she said as I showed her out, ‘about you and men?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Now fuck off Ma and leave me alone.’”
12) Yes, the vulgarity is carrying a lot of the weight in the case, but here’s another to serve what I’m building to:
“It did not agree with Stephen. He ended up calling God on the big white telephone. ‘Gawhhd!’ he said. I slept well.”
13) There is something very definitive about these.
14) Enright’s funniest lines are almost like full stops turned into sentences. Bluntness, finality, terminus, whatever you want to call it.
15) This is why her usage of lists is so fun, the deadening stopgaps of bullet points, finality, off/on, all the places that good art goes to die, are enlivened, mostly because she refuses to use lists for what they are supposedly for.
16) The Wig My Father Wore has a number of lists, which is good, because it allows me to talk about my favourite parts of What Are You Like?, which also uses lists.
17) The Wig My Father Wore is about a lot of things, but one of those things is Grace, who has an angel named Stephen show up on her doorstep, presumably to improve her life.
18) If this all sounds a bit daytime TV, it is, deliberately.
19) I think a lot of Enright’s early fiction was built on taking apparently silly premises, (The Pleasure of Eliza Lynch as a BBC bodice-ripper, or twins separated at birth, and eventually finding one another in What Are You Like?) and making them good.
20) Stephen is a bit of a hopeless case, and doesn’t really do much apart from watch daytime TV and complain about his love life, back when he did have a life in which love was a part.
21) When first making Grace’s acquaintance, he produces a list of questions to ask, which presumably a standard issue for life-coaching angels.
22) From what higher authority they are provided is not made clear.
Did my mother weep, did my father die, did the two happen around the same time and which one caused the other.
Did I leave lightbulbs burning alone, did I draw the curtains at night, did I ever put a plug in a socket just to make it feel happy.
Had I ever pissed myself in public, did I take pleasure in it.
Did I suffer from the feeling that I had left something behind on a train. Is that why I smoked, so I could check my pockets for cigarettes.
Had I ever been overheard in a private conversation. Had I ever put blood on a mirror. During the sexual act did I suffer from regret.
Did beauty disgust me.
Did Jesus Christ die for me.
Did I ever hoard parts of another person’s body, for example a lock of hair.
Had I ever seen a pregnant woman swimming on her back.”
23) As you can well imagine, this doesn’t do a whole lot to help assuage whatever sense of lostness that Stephen is supposed to be there to cure.
24) What Are You Like? is, as said above, about twins, separated at birth. While waiting for the end of the book, which brings their reunion, they spend it trying to find out who they are and get some sort of grasp on their identities.
25) Funnily enough, they both use lists for this purpose.
26) Rose’s first attempt reads as follows:
“She was twenty-one years old. (Probably)
She was studying music. (More or less)
She was a woman. (?)
She was in bed with William/Will/Bill.
She was too full of things.
She was born with a hole in her head, a hole in her life.
Everything fell into it.”
27) In case the punctuative disclaimers didn’t alert you to it already, this attempt is unsuccessful and she tries a second time:
“She started again.
She was Irish.
Her favourite colour was blue.
Her favourite colour was actually a deep yellow, but she couldn’t live with it.
She was English.
She was tidy. She was polite. She hated Margaret Thatcher.
She was a mess.
She was someone who gave things up.
She was someone who tried to give things up and failed all the time.”
28) If lists are generally dry, making one interesting could serve as a sort of a challenge for an author to set themselves, there’s a lot in both of the above examples, in the first, basic punctuation is sufficient in introducing tension.
29) In the second, it is shown how little of who we are reside in basic facts about ourselves.