Anne Boyer

  • The Infant Condition

    Painters have long had the monopoly on representations of babies, permissioned by that celebrity one—Jesus—to make centuries of studies of infant kneecaps or downy heads, eventually multiplying the infant subject into heavens full of cherubs. Writers, however, have often stood baffled and thwarted before newly arrived people, not knowing how to make a character of someone who speaks few words and has a near-fatal lack of manners. The infant mind has been, to writers, so often a secret no one can tell.

    Babies, when they do show up in books, are usually all object, no subject: flyweight and

  • culture July 22, 2015

    Not Writing

    I am not writing a scandalous memoir. I am not writing a pathetic memoir. I am not writing a memoir about poetry or love. I am not writing a memoir about poverty, debt collection, or bankruptcy. I am not writing about family court. I am not writing a memoir because memoirs are for property owners and not writing a memoir about prohibitions of memoirs.

    When I am not writing I am not writing a novel called 1994 about a young woman in an office park in a provincial town who has a job cutting and pasting time. I am not writing a novel called Nero about the world’s richest art star in space. I am not writing a book called Kansas City Spleen. I am not writing a sequel to Kansas City Spleen called Bitch’s Maldoror. I am not writing a book of political philosophy called Questions for Poets. I am not writing a scandalous memoir. I am not writing a pathetic memoir. I am not writing a memoir about poetry or love. I am not writing a memoir about poverty,