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Richard Kalich’s Penthouse F

I just finished reading Richard Kalich’s Penthouse F, which is brand new from the always provocative Green Integer. I was surprised to not have previously heard of Kalich despite his three previous books having been lauded by Brian Evenson (“Kalich is after what it means to be profoundly out of step with one’s culture yet still unwilling to let go of the American dream”) and various fantastic others. As soon as I opened the book just casually after having gotten it in a stack from the mail, I found myself compelled to start reading it posthaste, as the way the book is set up, as a mishmash of interviews conducted in a trial, documents pertaining to said trial, and the author’s personal interjections, it was clear that this book is of the kind that once you start you just want to keep reading both to find out what happens, and in this case, the strange way it makes what happens work. I’ve since bought everything else by Kalich I can find (nameably The Nihilesthete (1987) & The Zoo (2001) & Charlie P (2005)).

The main meat of the proceeding involves the author himself, and what becomes an increasingly strange question as to the nature of his work. The book opens with a series of notes the author had scribbled years back re: the creation of the book itself, and leads therein into an investigation of said proceedings: which directly involve the author’s implication in the matter of a suicide by a young man and woman who had come to live with the author, and then decided to jump to their death from his apartment’s window. The trial, then, is of the author, wherein the question of his involvement in those deaths is being examined, particularly seeing that the literary work he’d been directly mirrored the relationship with the boy and girl, and in fact, gives his story, on paper, as a reflection of life, an end. A question then as to the author’s responsibility for his arrangements and imaginations, as well as where the line between fantasy and reality is drawn, is processed through his character, his actions, and his work.

Meanwhile, the author himself, who seems resigned in having done nothing wrong legally, grapples with the ongoing penance of his work on paper. In wanting more and more experience that he could then use to create the book, he subjects the boy and girl to escalating levels of deprivation and cruelty, games like those one might subject to characters in a book, all of which the young ones take part in seemingly willingly, unto their suicide. Though what he gains from this is not always framed as pleasure: much of Kalich’s viewpoint toward his own work and reputation is diminutive, and damning, in the author’s preternatural furor over the futility of his own creation, and so on. “One starts out one’s life reading the great writers. Dostoevsky, Hesse, Mann, Camus, West, Kafka. You exalt their pain and suffering, deprivation and denials, to the level of martyrdom; apotheosize and canonize their artistry to the realm of the absolute. And then one day at the age of fifty, or sixty, it dawns on you that not only do your books belong on the same shelf as theirs, but your own tattered writer’s life has not been that different from their own.”

The voice is black and inwardly sexual, grasping at something, getting a piece of it, but what piece, and still being there, with what taste for it, and what now, and now. Much of the proceeding takes on a Sisyphean kind of angle, a wretched process, though delivered here in easy to parse, and even addictive description and proceeding, making it not a roll in muck, but a grim mirror.

What results, then, spirals hard. As more and more questions pile upon questions, and who did what and why and who does it hurt and what is right or wrong, there is some kind of sprawling silent presence among the pages, unnameable really, but undeniably there. In the strange, sometimes frank ways that Robbe-Grillet and Cooper and Acker approach a kind of lurking moral presence in their work, Kalich too creates something somehow both spiritually clouded and passively demanding: what is going on here, in this business of words, and people? The answer, perhaps both political and existential, whether you agree with one side or the other, operates in the way texts I most often enjoy to get wrapped up in invoke: a door that once opened, is opened, and you can’t get it all the way back shut, try how you must. This is a book, a body of work, an author, deserving a new unearthing eye.

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19 Comments

  1. M. Kitchell

      dang, need this now

  2. cameron pierce

      Seems good. I’m going to look for The Nihilesthete and The Zoo.

      When I lived in San Luis Obispo, CA, there was a used bookstore that had an entire little section of Green Integer books. They were the only new books they carried, I think. That section was one of my favorite things about the bookstore.

  3. Nick Antosca

      I met this guy at the gym. His brother’s a writer too.

  4. reynard

      this is interesting, i guess i should give it another read (no kidding, i rejected this manuscript and wrote kalich a personal rejection, in which i believe i said my editor rejected it because i could not really come up with a reason for why i didn’t like it), maybe i wasn’t ready for it, i don’t remember it very well but i think i did not like how the suicide was sort of romanticized and i remember thinking it was self-indulgent as well as generally indulgent

  5. Samir

      Really? When people send you their work you blab to everyone that you rejected it?

      Doubleplus uncool, reynardo.

  6. Blake Butler

      yeah, his brother testifies about him in the book, and richard talks about their difference in approaches to life and success, it’s kind of brutal

  7. Blake Butler

      indulgence is pretty much the only reason i read

      maybe the book was edited after then. the suicide is hardly mentioned directly really, as more than just a thing that happened

  8. reynard

      i was an intern for a publishing company and the work has obviously been accepted by someone else

      to answer your question, seeing as how this is the first time this has happened, yes

  9. reynard

      i am definitely into reading it again and i would like to see what it is now, i am really glad you wrote about it and it makes me sick thinking i missed something or that my judgement was not what it could have been, really, it’s amazing how any book ever finds its readers and gets the talk it deserves

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  12. Nick Antosca

      Or maybe I met his brother, actually. I’m trying to find the email — we exchanged a few emails. This was several years ago. Whichever one I met, he was cool.

  13. Tert

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  14. Abigwind

      whenever you say something, I hug my malaise goodbye for now and stomp down to a book vender (luckily I have a few good ones) and they have what you say is gold. I always like grabbing a book that doesn’t have a staff fav attached to it and this was a definite in between others book. I plan on finishing it tomorrow after getting half way through the pages tonight. Only you and my brother have the ability to stick my up in the middle of night with just a flashlight and broken english and scare me into action, and since he showed up tonight, I’ll have to finish the book on the said tomorrow. My favorite stylist inners is the narrator’s input on the interview questions, as if even the 2nd reality is his to play with and observe. I guess the question is, what isn’t his imagination?

  15. herocious

      austin chronicle reviewed only 1 book in this week’s edition. it was kalich’s penthouse f. i thought i’d come here to say this.

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  17. Richard (Dick) Kalich

      Blake Butler:

      Thanks for your enthusiasm over my novel: Penthouse F. You might enjoy my
      novel;s Charlie P, (hip and funny) and especially; The Nihilesthete, which has been
      published in l2 translations. By the way: Penthouse F just received another great
      review from Review of Contemporary Fiction sooooo I’m in a good mood today.
      Good reading,
      Dick Kalich

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