Stephanie Jane recenzis Fieldwork in Ukrainian sex de O. S. Zabuz︠h︡ko
A feminist classic
5 steloj
If Fieldwork In Ukrainian Sex isn't yet classed as a feminist classic everywhere, then it absolutely ought to be! It is far from an easy read, but is a genuine tour de force outpouring of anger and resignation, desire and repression. Zabuzhko tells her story in a mix of first, second and third person narration, each point of view essentially hers, but dissolving into each other as her own points of observation change. She frequently questions her own sanity, attempting to understand how much of what drove her into an abusive relationship was her own free will searching out exciting danger, and how much was a longing for a sense of home that, in this case, was embodied by a man who spoke her language and could instantly understand her cultural references. I empathised with Zabuzhko's identification with her language as her home, rather than a particular spot on the …
If Fieldwork In Ukrainian Sex isn't yet classed as a feminist classic everywhere, then it absolutely ought to be! It is far from an easy read, but is a genuine tour de force outpouring of anger and resignation, desire and repression. Zabuzhko tells her story in a mix of first, second and third person narration, each point of view essentially hers, but dissolving into each other as her own points of observation change. She frequently questions her own sanity, attempting to understand how much of what drove her into an abusive relationship was her own free will searching out exciting danger, and how much was a longing for a sense of home that, in this case, was embodied by a man who spoke her language and could instantly understand her cultural references. I empathised with Zabuzhko's identification with her language as her home, rather than a particular spot on the planet. Her Ukrainian, she tells us, is only spoken by few hundred thousand people, yet within its idioms and phrases is the long history of a people emerging from decades of Soviet rule. The sense of a newly independent nation finding its wings runs alongside Zabuzhko's sense of finding herself in the aftermath of her ill-fated love affair.
I enjoyed reading Fieldwork In Ukrainian Sex far more than I thought I would. My expectations had been informed by other, more scholarly, reviews and I thought I would be overwhelmed by this book. Perhaps I wouldn't understand it at all. As it turned out, I quickly got into the flow of Zabuzhko's energetic, visceral prose. Letting her carry me and allowing myself to be led by her words, rather than attempting to understand every sentence, connection and allusion as they occurred, meant I was drawn right in. Stream-of-consciousness writing generally works well for me and this book was no exception. I finished its relatively short length feeling as though I had been through a wringer, and I would love to know how much of Fieldwork In Ukrainian Sex is actually fiction. To me, it felt more of a philosophical memoir, an authentic insight into the mind of a true Ukrainian poet.