scenery

"Evoking his son's body, José Felipe Alvergue writes: 'How far will ribs expand. What is his. Who is it that is that his. Who is the one feeling skin stretch or the bones move.' This proprioceptive enquiry extends, for me, to the motif of arrival that moves through scenery. How bodies rebound or mix the moment of their implementation (citizenship) so that this moment is also the site of a citizen's complicity (legally, historically, psychologically) with everything that makes [made] their own trajectory a fact. This is a book that makes you look at landscapes, and the figures that occupy them, without bringing attention to the middle ground.  The near ground, instead, is where this book focuses itself: images and accounts of bodies convened to suffer, distinctly so. In accessing these images so rapidly, simply by turning the page, I had the sense that Alvergue was saying something, to a possible reader, about the ethics of their own settled or concomitant gaze. What it would be to unsettle the lightness and momentum with which a person reads in the first place. The violence in this book, which is to say the history of violence that this book traces and converts to a kind of poetry, finds its counterpoint in the tenderness and care extended to the writer's child. Flesh notes. Empathy: how far + what is + who."—Bhanu Kapil

"scenery is 'a kind of study /that is a bracing/ for impact.' What José Felipe Alvergue tenses for in and perhaps through this brilliant and vulnerable book, is the wrack of reckoning. That wreckage sets on the pages in visual and lexical entanglements: 'gnarls' of complicity and protest, privilege and trammel, particular bodies and abstraction. Alvergue moves us through these ruins with unflagging emotional immediacy and intellectual urgency, turning, again and again, on the image of his newborn son, ashen, breathless. scenery is powerful work, stirred from an instance of the author’s desperate powerlessness. We should study this."—Douglas Kearney