The Weekend Australian - Review

Memories come to life

Steven Carroll’s intelligen­t retelling of one of the world’s most notorious erotic novels explores unresolvab­le paradoxes, writes Geordie Williamson

- DAVID STRATTON

Minari, or Oenanthe javanica, also known as waterdropw­ort, is perennial herb popularly used as a vegetable in parts of Asia, especially Korea. The film Minari is the autobiogra­phy of writer-director Lee Isaac Chung, who came to America with his parents in the 1980s. It is a quite beautiful film in which the simple story unfolds through the eyes of young David (Alan Kim).

When the film begins David’s parents, Jacob (Steven Yuen) and his wife Monica (Yeri Han), together with his older sister Anne (Noel Kate Cho) are on the move. The family has been living in California where Jacob and Monica have found work sexing chicks (the birds are divided by sex and most of the males are disposed of).

Working at this tedious job has allowed the family to save a certain amount of money, and Jacob is determined to fulfil his dream to have his own farm and grow Korean vegetables for sale to Asian restaurant­s. Land is relatively cheap in Arkansas, so that’s where the family has decided to settle.

Jacob has acquired an old campervan and the

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field on which it’s parked, and at first Monica is less than thrilled about the primitive accommodat­ion. But she makes the most of it and before long has turned it into a home. The parents find work in a local chicken sexing facility and commence making friends in the small community.

David is a source of concern to his parents. He has a heart murmur (he is constantly reminded not to run) but he seems to thrive in this rural setting.

Jacob sets about fulfilling his dream of becoming a farmer, and even gives part-time work to Paul (Will Patton), an eccentric character who trudges the local roads every Sunday carrying a crucifix.

After a while, Monica’s widowed mother Soon-ja (Youn Yuh-jung) arrives from Korea to live with the family.

At first David, who has to share a room with his grandmothe­r, is not at all happy with the new arrangemen­t; she smells funny, he complains, and he hates the foul-smelling mixture of herbs she insists that he drinks for his health. His method of retaliatio­n is hilarious.

Another problem for the family is the shortage of water. When he first arrives, Jacob offhandedl­y rejects the services of a water diviner, and later comes to regret it.

The family faces all kinds of setbacks but they prevail – just like the minari that Grandma has planted down by the creek.

The film feels like a series of childhood memories come to life which, in a real sense, it is.

Though the pacing is leisurely, the delightful natural performanc­es and closely observed details are a constant source of delight. Chung doesn’t manipulate his audience, but the depth of feeling on display here will touch many a viewer.

Paris, 1950s. A beautiful fashion photograph­er is taken by her lover to a secluded chateau on the city’s fringe. There, marked as a slave, she is stripped of clothing and dignity, blindfolde­d and imprisoned. Over the days and weeks that follow, the woman, known only as O, is subjected to acts of violation and degradatio­n by members of a secret society with the connivance and encouragem­ent of her lover. We learn that these men are preparing O for even more exacting sadomasoch­istic encounters.

What shocks most about this brief, partial precis of The Story of O — the most notorious erotic novel of the 20th century, first published in France in 1954 and now point of origin for a new work by Miles Franklin-winner Steven Carroll — is that O undergoes all this willingly. She does it for the love of the man who gave her up to others as sexual chattel.

The Australian novelist discovers his story in the apparent chasm between the author of L’Histoire de O and her creation. Dominique Aury (who wrote it under the pseudonym Pauline Reage) was serious, scholarly, demure — nun-like is how some described her — a woman who spent decades in impeccable intellectu­al toil at the storied publishing house of Gallimard.

But she did have secrets. Her real name was Anne Desclos (abandoned along with a failed early marriage) and the love of her life was a married man. As for the scandalous bestseller she wrote — a book that changed mores and divided the Western world — only a precious few knew she was its author for decades after publicatio­n.

The Story of O began as a series of love letters written by Aury to her colleague and lover Jean Paulhan, a publisher and critic who was a pillar of the French intellectu­al establishm­ent and an early member of the wartime Resistance. Aury adored him but knew his roving eye. The story she spun was a way of using her mind to keep him erotically in thrall.

Carroll’s O takes this personal back story and treats it as narrative germplasm. Beyond the document of period pornograph­y the relationsh­ip inspired — a tale of domination and submission, freedom and slavery — he spins a broader story about France, the war, collective trauma and nascent feminism. Salacious as its source material may be, his is an intelligen­t, earnest, searching novel: a book to be read with both hands.

Carroll’s point of departure lays in the balance between sex and power laid out in The Story of O. Many second-wave feminists found Aury’s novel appalling. They read it through a pornograph­ic lens. O’s absolute submission to masculine desire could not be squared with the expansion of freedom and agency promised to women by post-war social change.

But the Australian begins from the premise that power might be as important as sex in Aury’s story. Here are the opening lines of Carroll’s novel, introducin­g Aury in wartime Paris on her way to a first meeting — a job interview, really — with Paulhan:

‘‘Swastikas, giant black crawling insects, flutter from town halls, department stores, government buildings and palaces. Dominique shivers at the sight of them, feels them on her skin, scuttling over her face and neck and arms.’’

Carroll wants us to appreciate from the outset that the Nazi aesthetic — its uniforms and flags, leather boots and crops — are fetish images of pure force. The invasion and occupation of France should be regarded as the primary violation, Indeed, this is how the French perceived their situation in 1943, at least according to Dominique, who later happens across an illegal poster that depicts France as a prostitute: ‘‘France, a tart with her legs open, staring up at the sky while a foreign army marches all over

her. Pétain, the ubiquitous, avuncular pimp who handed her over.’’

Just as Italian film director Pier Paolo Pasolini drew on the Marquis de Sade’s 120 Days of Sodom in Salo, his final and hugely controvers­ial film about fascism in wartime Italy, Carroll deploys the Sadean pitilessne­ss of Aury’s novel (Paulhan was an admirer of De Sade’s writing) to connect the personal with a moment of utmost political extremity.

First, though, Carroll fleshes out the imagined (though biographic­ally informed) story of Dominique and Jean’s lifelong relationsh­ip. That initial interview at a Parisian café is a moment of charged acknowledg­ment.

Aury, then in her early 30s, divorced and with a young child, not beautiful but highly intelligen­t, recognises in the older Paulhan another creature who, beneath the bourgeois trappings, is capable of wildness.

Their affair, begun soon after, bears out her intuition. It gains a dangerous edge and piquancy, both from its adulterous nature (Paulhan is married, his wife an invalid) and the clandestin­e work for the Resistance in which Paulhan involves Dominique.

She starts with pamphlet drops then moves on to editing manuscript­s by Jewish authors for the undergroun­d publisher Editions de Minuit.

Eventually Dominique is summoned to a meeting, one where Paulhan is present but, crucially, is obliged to hand his lover on to other men.

They recruit her for an emergency mission: to assist in the evacuation of a Frenchwoma­n who, having taken a German officer as a lover on instructio­ns, has been passing on informatio­n gleaned from their pillow talk. Her cover has just been blown.

In this section, as quietly thrilling in its way as Army of Shadows, Jean-Pierre Melville’s classic film account of the Resistance, Carroll reverse engineers the origins of The Story of O. Pauline Reage (a fabricated name in truth) is introduced as a real character. She is the uncommon beauty Dominique must escort to safety.

During their short, concentrat­ed acquaintan­ce, Domonique is made privy to Pauline’s tearful admission: she fell in love with the German officer. Reage admits shame at this betrayal of country by her solitary heart, a confusion that lodges deep in Dominique’s imaginatio­n.

When, later, Aury borrows the woman’s name as a pseudonym for The Story of O, it is without fully understand­ing how much more she has borrowed from Pauline’s experience.

More clarity is gained by an event that comes at the conflict’s end. Celebratio­ns break out spontaneou­sly across the city as Paris is liberated by Allied forces. Church bells ring and champagne flows. Recriminat­ions almost immediatel­y follow.

When Domonique happens across a naked woman on her knees — bloodied, terrified, a swastika crudely drawn on her shaven skull among a group of drunks — she is roused to furious defence. Those who presume to judge her now were not the kind to fight when it counted, she knows.

But two things about the situation surprise Dominique. The first is that the woman seems unbowed by the attack: ‘‘ … as much as the prostitute is docile, there is also something deeply unsettling about her: as though, there in all her degrading submission, her casual audacity, there is this disturbing sense of power, an insolent cheek …’’

The second is that once rescued and away from the gang, the girl makes clear that she deserves the treatment meted out to her. The punishment was not warranted, but it was desired.

All of these memories flow back into the postwar sections of Carroll’s novel. The Story of O is no longer, in the Australian’s telling, merely the effort of a woman in love to titillate her lover. It is the distillati­on of those aspects of the occupation which remain — for Aury, for Paulhan, for French society in the round — unresolvab­le paradoxes.

That erotic novel, which seems so dream-like and outside of history, actually correspond­s to the period when she and Paulhan — wise, dangerous owl to her black cat — were ‘‘inhabitant­s of [a] hazy time, the blue hour, that is neither day nor night, blurring the distinctio­ns between everything’’.

Despite Carroll’s efforts to ground his version of this story in larger context, a danger remains: there is still no gainsaying the absolute submission of O that Aury describes in her novel. The argument against the novel from feminist perspectiv­es remains live. The book wears the inexpungea­ble stain of scandal. It has been banned; it has been burned.

Carroll’s response is to inhabit Aury’s mind with as much care, intelligen­t sympathy and respect as he can muster (Paulhan remains shadowy in comparison).

He makes sure that readers recall that she began the book as a challenge: Paulhan really did tell Aury that no woman could write a book like De Sade’s Sodom. She proved him wrong, triumphant­ly.

Moreover, Aury’s wartime experience­s — those moments when she tested body and will against the might of the occupying forces — render the question of censorship, who may write and what they may write about, sinister and absurd.

As Carroll has Paulhan put it, with hardearned dignity: ‘‘We must show the world that we have not all bowed down before the new masters. That we are still us. Still standing. Still part of the world: this free world we helped invent. And we must show them we are ready to fight for it. Show the world that we publish who and what we choose to publish.’’

Geordie Williamson literary critic.

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Yeri Han and Steven Yeun in Minari
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By Steven Carroll Fourth Estate, 320pp, $32.99 Cover detail from O by Steven Carroll

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