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BooksMay 13, 2016

The Friday Poem: ‘Monica’ by Hera Lindsay Bird

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The most exciting new poet in New Zealand letters takes on her most complex subject yet – Monica Geller, from Friends.

 

Monica

 

Monica

Monica

Monica

Monica

Monica Geller off popular sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Is one of the worst characters in the history of television

She makes me want to wash my hands with hand sanitizer

She makes me want to stand in an abandoned Ukrainian parking lot

And scream her name at a bunch of dead crows

Nobody liked her, except for Chandler

He married her, and that brings me to my second point

What kind of a name for a show was F.R.I.E.N.D.S

When two of them were related

And the rest of them just fucked for ten seasons?

Maybe their fucking was secondary to their friendship

Or they all had enough emotional equilibrium

To be able to maintain a constant state of mutual-respect

Despite the fucking

Or conspicuous nonfucking

That was occurring in their lives

But I have to say

It just doesn’t seem emotionally realistic

Especially considering that

They were not the most self-aware of people

And to be able to maintain a friendship

Through the various complications of heterosexual monogamy

Is enormously difficult

Especially when you take into consideration

What cunts they all were

 

I fell in love with a friend once

And we liked to congratulate each other what good friends we were

And how it was great that we could be such good friends, and still fuck

Until we stopped fucking

And then we weren’t such good friends anymore

 

I had a dream the other night

About this friend, and how we were walking

Through sunlight, many years ago

Dragged up from the vaults, like

Old military propaganda

You know the kind; young women leaving a factory

Arm in arm, while their fiancées

Are being handsomely shot to death in Prague

And even though this friend doesn’t love me anymore

And I don’t love them

At least, not in a romantic sense

The memory of what it had been like not to want

To strap concrete blocks to my head

And drown myself in a public fountain rather than spend another day

With them not talking to me

Came back, and I remembered the world

For a moment, as it had been

When we had just met, and love seemed possible

And neither of us resented the other one

And it made me sad

Not just because things ended badly

But more broadly

Because my sadness had less to do with the emotional specifics of that situation

And more to do with the transitory nature of romantic love

Which is becoming relevant to me once again

Because I just met someone new

And this dream reminded me

That, although I believe that there are ways that love can endure

It’s just that statistically, or

Based on personal experience

It’s unlikely that things are going to go well for long

There is such a narrow window

For happiness in this life

And if the past is anything to go by

Everything is about to go slowly but inevitably wrong

In a non-confrontational, but ultimately disappointing way

 

Monica

Monica

Monica

Monica

Monica Geller from popular sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Was the favourite character of the Uber driver

Who drove me home the other day

And is the main reason for this poem

Because I remember thinking Monica???

Maybe he doesn’t remember who she is

Because when I asked him specifically

Which character he liked best off F.R.I.E.N.D.S

He said ‘the woman’

And when I listed their names for him

Phoebe, Rachel and Monica

He said Monica

But he said it with a kind of question mark at the end

Like……. Monica?

Which led me to believe

Either, he was ashamed of liking her

Or he didn’t know who he was talking about

And had got her confused with one of the other

Less objectively terrible characters.

I think the driver meant to say Phoebe

Because Phoebe is everyone’s favourite

She once stabbed a police officer

She once gave birth to her brother’s triplets

She doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks about her

Monica gives a shit what everyone thinks about her

Monica’s parents didn’t treat her very well

And that’s probably where a lot of her underlying insecurities come from

That have since manifested themselves in controlling

And manipulative behaviour

It’s not that I think Monica is unredeemable

I can recognize that her personality has been shaped

By a desire to succeed

And that even when she did succeed, it was never enough

Particularly for her mother, who made her feel like her dreams were stupid

And a waste of time

And that kind of constant belittlement can do fucked up things to a person

So maybe, getting really upset when people don’t use coasters

Is an understandable, or at least comparatively sane response

To the psychic baggage

Of your parents never having believed in you

Often I look at the world

And I am dumbfounded that anyone can function at all

Given the kind of violence that

So many people have inherited from the past

But that’s still no excuse to throw

A dinner plate at your friends, during a quiet game of Pictionary

And even if that was an isolated incident

And she was able to move on from it

It still doesn’t make me want to watch her on TV

I am falling in love and I don’t know what to do about it

Throw me in a haunted wheelbarrow and set me on fire

And don’t even get me started on Ross

 

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BooksMay 12, 2016

The guy who writes really good novels about totally repulsive assholes

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Kiran Dass interviews Dutch novelist Herman Koch, a guest at the Auckland Writers Festival.

Dutch author Herman Koch writes cracking good thrilling page-turners filled with repellent and flawed characters who despise each other, are driven by sex and power and who will make you wince and laugh.

In The Dinner, he examines how far two sets of parents will go to protect their teenage sons from the consequences of their appalling actions. It’s set during an uncomfortable dinner at an over-priced and pretentious restaurant. The New York Times: “There is a bracing nastiness to this book that grows ever more intense with the turning of its pages.”

In Summer House with Swimming Pool, a famous actor ends up dead after a botched medical procedure. His repulsive doctor looks back at the previous summer, where he and his wife and their two beautiful teenage daughters spent a week at the star’s opulent summer home on the Mediterranean. The sun-drenched days of wine swilling and luxuriating by the pool turn dark and violent.

Koch’s briskly chilly but at times cynically hilarious psychodramas explore the grubbiness that lies beneath the glossy façade of pristine and glossy middle-class lives. When we spoke recently, I began by asking him about one of the themes of his fiction: repulsiveness.

Your narrators are unreliable and unlikeable but perhaps they quietly mirror human nature and the ugly side and realities of it. The hidden aspects.

Most of the time we know the unlikeable parts of our own character. The small things, you know, “I am too lazy,” or “I am too shy” or “I am an egocentric.” Most of us, if we are lucky are 80% likable and 20% unlikeable. Marc [the doctor in Summer House with Swimming Pool] and Paul [The Dinner] however are the opposite. 20% likable and 80% unlikeable.

Do you think the things that make us uncomfortable are also the things we are secretly attracted to?

The uncomfortable feeling might come at first, but then people become attracted to actions or opinions expressed by the narrator in the books. They might think, “I sometimes think that way too, but I must repress myself and put on the brakes because I’m not allowed to think this way.”

I think there are two types of readers. The first are repulsed. In the case of Summer House with Swimming Pool, they are repulsed by the doctor who is a macho practitioner. But those uncomfortable truths will ring true for some.

Your books have a kind of pronounced middle class panic and anxiety. What is it about the middle class that is so appealing for you to write about?

It’s the class that I know the best. I’m not from aristocracy or millionaires or the working class. It’s the office workers and dentists – that is what I know.

I thought of your books the other day when I was at the dentist. I was lying there vulnerable with my mouth open and I felt a bit anxious about what the dentist was thinking. I mean, what they were really thinking behind the cool, calm, polite façade? And I think the same about hairdressers and doctors, too.

That’s good! And that’s true! I was in the waiting room at the doctor’s office and I saw a huge man go in to the office before me and he was in there for a long time and I was waiting and wondering, “what is happening in there?” It’s an intimate thing. It’s the same with your hair and teeth.

When I got up to leave I saw the tray with a bit of bloody tooth and all the gruesome looking bits of cotton wool and while it was mine, even I didn’t want to look at that. It’s a bit macabre they look at that stuff all the time and remain indifferent.

Every three months my ears get stuck. The doctor has to suck them with a machine. I always tell him, “here we are again. You’re back to the dirty work!” And he says, “I don’t look at it like that.” But how do we know?

Do you craft your characters first or do you begin with your narrative?

Once I have the voice of the character, I can start to find exactly what he is trying to hide or say. Once I have the first paragraph or page, I know if I can go on or not.

The biggest problem is to answer “what is this person like?” Paul (in The Dinner), he is very private, he wants to keep things private.

Yes, we see that at the very beginning of the book when he won’t even tell us the name of the restaurant where he is.

And Marc [in Summer House with Swimming Pool] is the same. When most people introduce themselves, they say, “Hello, my name is Herman and I am a doctor.” But he’s a different sort of person because he doesn’t introduce himself properly. He’s hiding something.

What does your family think of your books? Are they horrified or do they laugh?

Ha! They are not at all horrified. The know me well enough. My wife reads everything first and she makes comments like, “Oh Herman, now you’re just exaggerating.” Or “Stop repeating yourself.” My son actually read Summer House with Swimming Pool and he was very enthusiastic about it and he is not a reader.

The double lives of children is something you explore in both books: There’s the lives that the parents know, but then also the hidden, private lives. You’re a father, what’s your approach to this in terms of boundaries?

With my son, I respect his privacy in every way. I mean, I’m curious about what happens when he is not with us, but he’s quite open and tells us a lot. He’s 21.

I think I never once have violated his privacy. Oh, maybe there was one time when his mobile phone was on the table. A message came through. From whom? I was curious about who wanted to reach him all the time. But really, if I’m curious, I just ask.

The Dinner has an underlying thread of the snobbery of high-end dining. Did you experience a bad meal somewhere and think, “Right, this will be my revenge”?

The restaurant in the book actually exists! It’s in my neighbourhood. It’s beautiful, a former greenhouse, so at night you can see the stars. The food is very politically correct biologically and it is very, very expensive. But the food is not as good as at the bar next door. So I felt cheated.

I always saw politicians, writers and sportspeople there and I went there three or four times before I decided not to go back. In Holland, in Amsterdam, the standard of food and good dishes is not very high. I’m always relieved when I go to Italy, Barcelona or Paris. Then I think, “OK, finally. We can eat!”


The Dinner by Herman Koch is available at Unity Books. 

Buy tickets to see Herman Koch at the Auckland Writers Festival here.