You Can Sit On It, You Can Put Your Coffee On It, You Could Make It A Home Entertainment Center — It's a Religion!

The McSweeney’s gang has graced us with the publication of William T. Vollman‘s seven-volume exploration of violence, Rising Up, Rising Down; one is tempted to see it as something of a prank. But Scott McLemee, one of The Revealer’s favorite critics, sees it assomething else: “Whatever the genre,” he writes in The New York Times Book Review, “it is a remarkable example of the book as furniture.”

Jibes aside, though, McLemee writes that the book (books?) are nothing if not a reflection of its readers’ longings: “Given the course of recent events, the publication of a masterpiece exploring the nature and consequences of violence is a thing greatly to be wished — especially if it were written by a contemporary American author, synthesizing specialist knowledge with a novelist’s imagination.”

That much would mark McLemee’s essay as uncommon for the consumer gossip report-style of the Times‘ book pages, but read on, not for Vollman but for McLemee’s investigation into the roots of such a desire — Jeremy Bentham’s utilitarianism, Thomas More’s utopianism, the “ethics of the survivalist,” the blind ecstasy of logorrhea. In short, all the fixings for one hell of a cult guru.

McLemee’s frustration with Vollman’s “narcissistic didacticism” stop him from going the last step in this analysis — naming the novelist’s work as a full-blown attempt to create a scripture as complete as the cosmos it hopes to contain.

A seductive and terrifying proposition.

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