Cabinet, London, UK
You know your writing is extreme when Jean Genet is the voice of respectability campaigning against the censorship of your book. In 1970, Genet was amongst a number of French intellectuals to sign a letter protesting against the French government’s ban on Pierre Guyotat’s second novel, Eden Eden Eden – a scandal which secured the author’s reputation as a literary outlaw and, according to Edmund White, ‘the last great avant-garde visionary of the 20th century’. Cabinet’s second exhibition with Guyotat is accompanied by a fresh translation of the book alongside previously unreleased audio recordings and a new suite of drawings. A hallucinatory evocation of the horrors of colonial sexual violence, Eden draws upon the author’s experiences as a French soldier during the Algerian War of Independence. (He was, notoriously, arrested for inciting desertion and imprisoned in a hole in the ground.) The brutality he witnessed in North Africa propelled Guyotat to develop a form of writing that refused the association of literature – and the French language – with civilization rather than barbarism. Instead, through deformed words, verbal onslaughts and obscene imagery, he has sought to treat language as physical matter, the better to confront the baseness of existence. In its most literal form, Guyotat’s project of literature as physical substance has involved him masturbating whilst writing.
From early in his career, Guyotat has exhibited manuscripts to insist on their materiality and the show at Cabinet is dominated by three large vitrines containing drafts of his 1984 novel Le Livre (The Book). These are peculiar pages, the whole book typed as one continuous paragraph in a single, overwhelming burst of furious energy, disrupted by scribbled redactions and afterthoughts. It’s difficult not to search the page for signs of semen – is that mark simply foxing or a more suspect stain? – or wear and fatigue. (Guyotat’s intensive working practices at one point put him temporarily in a coma.) There could be clearer information on the author’s project of language as matter; anyone coming cold to this reverential display, each page marked with a stamp from the Bibliothèque Nationale de France (which holds Guyotat’s archives), might have the false impression that the author sees his writing as sacred rather than profane. To find out more one has to search the folders of supplementary material on the author at the front desk.
Guyotat’s voice is more faithfully preserved in his reading from Le Livre, which can be listened to by donning headphones. White once said of Guyotat’s dramatic delivery that it made every word sound like testicles. In the section I listened to it sounded more like he had balls in his mouth, with each word difficult to decipher and forcefully delivered in a way that owes something to Antonin Artaud’s ill-fated 1947 radio play, To Have Done with the Judgement of God.
Guyotat’s project is perhaps most easily read in the pen and ink drawings on show, all made in the last two years and marking a return to the medium after a hiatus of almost forty years. One showing two figures engaging in a sex act has one partner pooling onto the floor, more puddle than person, and gnawed at by rats: an unambiguous depiction of man as matter that doesn’t matter. His other great theme – that all life under capitalism, god and government is a form of prostitution and sacrifice to the will of another – is given visceral and vital form in these images. The indistinct, contorted faces of those involved in sex acts obscure whether their labours are enthusiastically or unwillingly undertaken; all pleasure is potentially transactional. If Guyotat’s recent books have become less formally experimental and more reflective, though no less valuable, it is in his return to drawing that he pursues his ideas with the full extremity and immediacy of his early work.
Paul Clinton is a writer based in London, UK. He is associate editor of frieze and Frieze Masters Magazine. In 2015 he co-curated the exhibition 'duh? Art & Stupidity' at Focal Point Gallery, Southend-on-Sea, UK.