“A Dante/Beckett reduction of human struggle to its lowest common denominator.”—Michael Mirolla, author of The Formal Logic of Emotion and Berlin
“One of the most original and thought-provoking stories I have ever read...true literary art...Not a word is wasted in this masterpiece. Yes, I call it that. I have read many classics, and I can tell you that The Divine Farce should be counted among them; the finest in American literature.”—Geekscribe
Three strangers are condemned to live together in darkness, crushed together in a concrete stall so small that they can never sit down. Liquid food drips down from above. Waste drains through a grid on the floor. So begins one of the strangest, most surreal comments on the human experience, on love and hatred and the human ability to find good in any situation, no matter how difficult. Michael S. A. Graziano delights in the macabre and surreal, yet it is his optimism that lifts this little novel. Like The Love Song of Monkey, this book is deeply thought provoking, horrifying, and funny.
Praise for The Love Song of
“Imaginative, intelligent narrative. Twin ideas of forgiveness and mercy twist through this strange, moving, patiently wrought novel.”—Publishers Weekly
“Fabulously imagined, seriously considered, and very funny. A kind of fairytale antithesis on the meaning of existence. . . . Fantastic.”—Spirituality and Health Books
“Strange but wonderful . . . like nothing I’ve read before. A very short book, but the scope is epic in detail. . . . I enjoyed the heck out of this book.”—Geekscribe
“Should be required reading in the writing grad schools. . . . There’s nary a word wasted. What’s left is comedy, retrospection, betrayal, tenderness, meditations on loneliness, a love story that survives all attempts to suppress it . . . not bad within 149 pages.”—Barnstable Patriot
Michael S. A. Graziano, Princeton University neuroscientist, is the author of the novella Hiding Places (New England Review, 1997), the novel The Love Song of Monkey (Leapfrog Press, 2008), and The Intelligent Movement Machine (Oxford University Press, 2008).
I started reading this book after A Short Stay in Hell by Steven Peck, with which it shared overarching themes of existentialism, nihilism, and absurdism. A more straightforward allegory, Graziano’s The Divine Farce frames human crisis in different lights through the transforming perspectives of Sage as he experiences an existential struggle. In a seemingly absurd realm in which there are no answers to the question of existence, Sage is pushed to realize that it is personal meaning that makes his experiences worthwhile. Overall, this book was a thought-provoking read on the human experience, of loneliness and compassion, and on what it means to live in a world with no real answers for why things are the way they are.
این کتاب سفری فلسفی و روانی به ماهیت آگاهی، گناه، رهایی و چرخههای تکرارشوندهٔ انسان است. اثر در ظاهر با موقعیتی ساده آغاز میشود: سه انسان در استوانهای تنگ و بینور به دام افتادهاند، تغذیهشان از شهدی است و هیچ راه فراری ندارند. اما همین موقعیت بهتدریج از استعارهای جسمانی به تمثیلی از وضعیت انسان بدل میشود؛ جهانی که نه جهنم است و نه بهشت، بلکه حدّ میانیای است که انسان باید در آن به شناخت خویش برسد. در تاریکی مطلق، زبان و لمس جای دیدن را میگیرد و گفتگو میان سه زندانی، تصویری از جدال همیشگی روح انسانی با خود و دیگران میسازد: میل، فلسفه، خشم، و سپس عادت. در لایههای عمیقتر، داستان یادآور اسطورهٔ آفرینش معکوس است. راوی در آغاز در فضایی بسته و بیپایان زندگی میکند، شبیه رحم یا گور، و با یافتن نقطهای سست در دیوار به جهان بیرون راه مییابد. اما بیرون، نه آزادی که دوزخی بزرگتر است: انبوه انسانها و جانورانی که در هزارتویی از غارها سرگرداناند، برای لقمهای غذا و جرعهای آب میجنگند، و معنای زندگی در همین بقا و تکرار تحلیل میرود. گراتزیانو از این گذار استفاده میکند تا نشان دهد که انسان از زندان ذهن خویش به زندان اجتماع منتقل میشود، و هرچه از مرکز فاصله میگیرد، جوهر خویش را بیشتر از دست میدهد. زبان اثر بهشدت حسی و فیزیکی است؛ نویسنده عذاب و زیست در تنگنا را با جزئیاتی گوشتوار و گاه چندشآور توصیف میکند تا مرز جسم و روح فروبریزد. از دید فلسفی، میتوان اثر را واکاویِ جهنم خودساخته دانست: جهانی که در آن خدا یا نیروی برتر خاموش است و انسان ناچار است معنا را از دل بیمعنایی استخراج کند. سه شخصیت آغازین، تصویر مثلثی از حالات بشرند ـ عقل، احساس و غریزه ـ که در مسیر شناخت، از هم گسیخته و در انبوه جمع محو میشوند. در پایان، راوی به درکی میرسد که یادآور بیت مولوی است: هر کسی کو دور ماند از اصل خویش، باز جوید روزگار وصل خویش. سفر او نه از زندان به رهایی، بلکه از بیخبری به آگاهی است. فهم اینکه شاید تمام جهان، آزمایشی برای بازگشت به اصل باشد. گراتزیانو با طنزی تلخ و نگاهی علمی-فلسفی، تصویری از جهان پس از مرگ یا شاید ذهن پس از فروپاشی ترسیم میکند؛ جهانی که در آن انسان تنها زمانی معنا مییابد که در چرخهٔ رنج و تکرار، خود را بشناسد و بپذیرد. در مجموع، این کتاب، اثری است میان فلسفه و کابوس؛ نه با درخشش شگفتانگیز اقامتی کوتاه در جهنم، اما همسنگ آن در ژرفای اندیشه. کتابی که اگرچه منطقش گاه گنگ و کابوسگونه است، در نهایت آیینهای میشود از درون ما؛ از تلاش بیپایان روح برای یافتن نوری در دل تاریکی.
A man wakes up in a concrete cell crammed in with two other people. All of their basic needs are met, but the space is so small they can barely move or even sit down. After what seems an eternity, they escape to a desolate world where they have to fight to survive. Is this really any better? What drives a person to persevere when there is no hope or light at the end of the tunnel?
I’ve been getting a kick out of reading books that take place in hell after reading A Short Stay In Hell and this hit the mark. It’s a grim tale here, not a whole lot of bright sides, but it’s an interesting and grotesque look into the positive and negative aspects of being human. How we can endure pretty much anything with the right attitude.
Liked it, especially the introduction and the first half of the book - really well done.
If there ever was an author who could write cogently about three people crammed into a tight space, it is Michael S. A. Graziano. After all, with his background in psychology and neuroscience, he has conducted extensive research on how the brain’s system for maintaining personal space—an invisible safety zone—constitutes a fundamental part of human nature, the central topic of his book The Space Between Us.
The Divine Farce is the author’s short novel in three parts: (1) the narrator, along with a woman and a man, crammed into a tight space; (2) the trio breaking free and the narrator squeezing through a labyrinth of caverns amid thousands of naked bodies; and (3) the narrator, in isolation, moving atop the enclosed labyrinthine structure. Is this a kind of hell, similar in many ways to A Short Stay in Hell by Steven L. Peck? The narrator, a chap calling himself Brother Brian Blue, certainly thinks so.
“We were in darkness. It was our home. The vertical, cylindrical hollow was about two feet in diameter—tight for three adults, just large enough for us to breathe up against each other or to shuffle slowly in a bumping, awkward revolution.”
So begins this incredibly compelling tale. A few personal observations. I'm claustrophobic. Thus, I couldn't imagine a less appealing space to be entrapped. Actually, I could. If instead of “a mumbling garble of sound” this cramped space had piped in Muzak, I would quickly go crazy. Also, narrator Brian Blue doesn't mention having to deal with insects. Since I'm allergic to insect bites, dealing with chigger bites, bee bites, wasp bites, or any other type of bites would intensify this hell immeasurably.
If I had to endure such a tiny space with two other naked people and was given three wishes, here they are: (1) I would ask for a shower fixture with soap since I hate feeling dirty. Brian Blue and the others remain filthy dirty and stink. Just reflecting on such an abysmal physical state turns my stomach. (2) I would also ask for a muted yellow light in the ceiling to at least share some degree of vision with my two companions. (3) Lastly, being a typical macho guy, I would ask for two pleasant, attractive, healthy ladies to share this tiny space.
I mention the above for a good reason: at every stage in Graziano's novella, we as readers will naturally ask ourselves what we would do if faced with such diabolical challenges.
“We had no mutual barriers. At first we might have resented physical intrusion, but let a week pass, let a year pass, let moments trickle into moments until the concept of the temporal increment is entirely lost—and psychological barriers dissolve in the lukewarm pear nectar. Taboos fall and liberties become ordinary. Touch replaces vision.”
Here Graziano draws on his research in psychology. Crammed into such a tight space, the natural “invisible safety zone” each individual constructs has disappeared, and, on a profound level, the three bodies have become one. Touch is now the king and as long as touching remains pleasant, there are no restrictions. “Sex helped us to achieve a single warm blend. It was emotional nectar, and we maintained ourselves on a regular diet of it.”
“Talking is what kept us sane, if that is what we were. . . . “It isn't heaven, it isn't hell, it's simply where we are, and it stinks. It stinks literally. It stinks and it hurts. And the people here are driving me crazy.”
We believe you Brian Blue! Even if I was granted my three wishes, I'm not naïve. Any three people wedged into an inhumanly restricted space will, given time, drive one another insane.
When the trio breaks out of their cell and land in an endless labyrinth--corridor after corridor after corridor of thousands of naked women and men--the narrator quickly loses contact with the pair he's spent what feels like a lifetime with. From this point forward, it's Brian Blue going solo.
I had to ask myself, faced with this stinking labyrinth and crushing crowds where life is reduced to sheer survival, what would I do? I know, I know--it might appear I'm taking the high road, but I think I would find a quiet corner of a small cave (such caves exist, so Brian Blue tells us), sit down, and begin meditating. And remain in meditation as long as humanly possible.
What would you do? I urge you to pick up The Divine Farce and reflect on this question as you turn the pages.
American author and neuroscientist Michael S.A. Graziano, born 1967
”Why are we here? What can we do? It is what it is.”
What a tiny, claustrophobic, surreal book that packs a punch with its commentary on the human experience.
The Divine Farce is a complete mixture of dark and light. From funny to somber, happy to sad, and Heaven to Hell— all cycling around and around— this book was full of philosophy, allegories, and examples of what it means to be human.
Three random strangers are damned and crushed together in a small concrete tube. It’s so small that they cannot sit down. Pear nectar is their only means of food. They are so close that they learn every crevice, detail, virtue and vice about one another. Fecal matter is rid of through grates in the floor. Sex is primitive and necessary— sometimes all three engaging together. What a strange little novella.
But— it’s kinda wonderful, too.
It depicts both our strengths and weaknesses as human beings— but ultimately, our ability to persevere and find goodness, even in the dark.
I’ve been really into existential, artsy writing works lately, and this scratched my itch. I took my time admiring all of its beautiful quotes and allegorical references.
I think you should read this to understand the ugliness and beauty of what it means to be human, too.
+ read my kindle highlights for some amazing quotes from the book!
so like… would u rather be posted up with some friends in a dark, cramped hole drinking pear juice or in a huge cave fighting over Popeyes biscuits with a bajillion people… pick one.
for a book dripping, and I mean absolutely SMOTHERED and DROWNING, in philosophical allegory, I was really surprised at how hopeful it is.
A book that believes Hell, in all of its many, MANY, portrayals, is, at its core, a product of the human need for meaning. That, because of our insatiable and hungry want for an answer, we lock ourselves in our own selfish, isolated hells. I do appreciate, however, the books stance that the way to break through one’s own damnation, to alleviate the masochistic turmoil within one’s psyche, is to surround yourself with people you love. Corny, I know, but I love a good love wins story, call me a dreamer idc. Also this is what I (as in ME ME ME) took away from it, and you can see it through a totally different lense if you want ig… I’m not the art police.
I don’t even really share that belief per se, but this random guy from New Jersey made a story so succinct and impactful that it can still resonate regardless.
Absolutely revolting, wretched, and surreal. Two thumbs up.
It makes you wonder what you would/could do in the same situation (god forbid). It’s pretty impressive that this story manages to be both utterly depressing and inspiring at once.
This is often compared to the existential dread in A Short Stay in Hell, and that’s really spot on. If you enjoyed one, you’ll likely enjoy the other.
Not a single wasted word. I went in blind, and needless to say, I felt everything. Dare I say beautifully written, suffocating, claustrophobic, gut-wrenching, sad, lonely, optimistic, captivating, lonely, oddly funny at times, heartbreaking & unputdownable.
About a month ago, I stumbled across Leapfrog Press. They are an indie publisher who pride themselves on their eclectic quality fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. And I think I am in love.
I chose to test the waters with The Divine Farce - a short but incredibly moving story about three naked strangers who find themselves confined in an incredibly small, pitch black concrete tube. With no room to sit, they stand on a floor of metal grate while the low ceiling oozes Pear Nectar, their only form of sustenance. Unsure whether they will be there for eternity, but convinced it is some sort of Hell, they surrender themselves to their wretched predicament. Until one day, the concrete wall that holds them in begins to crumble ...
The author, Michael Graziano, weaves a warped and demented tale that also doubles as an allegory for our insatiable need to understand the world in which live. Constantly probing and questioning, never content with the answers we get or the situations we find ourselves in...
What would you do when everything you knew was about to change? Would you face the unknown or cower from it? Would you be willing to exchange what you know and loathe, what you've grown accustomed to, if given the opportunity to escape it, even if it meant the possibility of entering into something worse?
An amazing story that highlights the best, and worst, of each of us. One that illustrates just how hard it can be to see the brighter side of things when all you really want to do it scream and thrash and give up. But if you persevere, and push forward, and don't give up, that perhaps, you will come to find that there is a light at the end of the tunnel...after all? http://thenextbestbookblog.blogspot.c...
The Divine Farce is bizarrely brilliant, steeped in philosophical allegory, but with a very practical sweetness to it. The imagery is oppressive, and what keeps it from overwhelming the novel is the narrator's love for the human elements (stink and shit, greed and violence), and how these are manifestations of something that can be eventually transcendent. I enjoyed the novella throughout, but what made me love it was the conclusion, which I won't ruin with an interpretation. Leave it to say that to struggle with the narrator through the muck is worth it.
“We were so driven by hunger and thirst, and so isolated from each other by the constant mixing of the crowd, and so numbed by the repetition of caverns and food troughs and rusty water pipes and perpetual battle, and so gratified at each orgiastic meal, that we had lost capacity for imagination. For vision.”
Not only do I feel like I need a shower, but I just feel like sitting and staring into nothing. A dive into a hellscape that’s a thought provoking narrative on connection, loss, loneliness, hope, decay and so much more, all in a compact novella. I’m left speechless.
I don’t know what this was honey, but I enjoyed the ambiguity around the afterlife, it makes you think and question a lot about what we are conditioned to believe what life after death really looks like.
Although the words “heaven” and “hell” where repeated through the book, there is no confirmation that our main characters are in “heaven” or “hell”, and there’s no true confirmation of they’re dead.
Over than that, I think that this story would have been more powerful if it was shorter.
If a shade in the second circle of hell wrote a book, it might be like this book. It begins with the narrator, Henry, confined in a narrow cylinder with a man and a woman. He has no idea how he got there or why. They can hardly move. They live by licking substance flowing down the wall. They relieve themselves standing up. Luckily, the floor is a mesh. They scratch their way out of the cylinder and into a dimly lit cavern. They become separated, so Henry explores the nether world alone. I didn't find the book interesting or exciting. There is no interacting with the divine, or speculating why the Henry is going through the ordeal.
Read for book club. Decent novella, an uncomfortable read especially as someone who is very claustrophobic and disgusted by the human body lol. Also this is essentially how we treat the 80 billion farm animals that are slaughtered each year.