Dec 2013
Wednesday, 1 June 2016
'The Unfortunates' by B.S. Johnson
The 27 sections of this novel are not bound together but come in a box so that,
apart from the first and last sections, they can be arranged and read in any
order. With unselfsparing autobiographical rigour, Johnson (who, ever a
provocateur, stated that “telling stories is telling lies”) tells of a
journalist who travels to [Nottingham] to report a football match and is
constantly put in mind of previous trips to the city to visit a friend who died
young of cancer. Memories of Tony and his decline are intruded upon by unbidden
memories of a former lover who once accompanied him on a visit. Johnson gives
scrupulous attention to how the concrete mundane either ignites emotional
significance or provides a respite from (or impediment to) emotional
significance when touched by the seemingly haphazard movements of the mind
(hence the unbound sections) as it attempts to face but cannot bring itself to
face the inevitability of death. “I fail to remember, the mind has fuses.” The
Unfortunates is an impressively alert and careful portrayal of memory’s
capacities and shortcomings, and an exacting yet moving portrayal of loss.
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