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July 2016
Utah's Art Magazine: Published by Artists of Utah
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Nate Liederbach's Beasts You'll Never SeeLiterary: Book Review
Fracture Lines
The Beautiful and the Grotesque in Nate Liederbach’s Beasts You’ll Never See


Nate Liederbach’s collection, Beasts You’ll Never See, begins:

When our youngest sister went anorexic at twenty-nine her cheeks sprouted mold-white peach hair, her gums grayed, her auburn mane scraggled dull and spit clumps, yet we couldn’t mention it...

A beast?

The story is titled, “Daddy Bird.” And from its opening the story sways equal parts between warm family holiday tale and proscribed unmentionable rage. Until the end that is, when at a theater on Christmas Eve, nervous sibling affection uncorks on a stranger with sudden violence before the movie trailers can even give way to the “Brokeback Mountain, 9:05 screening.”

The narrator, big brother to Erin the anorexic, as well as step-in dad—Daddy Bird—for a father dead too soon, has a temper, self-described: “…my temper is terrible. My temper is so spit-filled and sudden, so biblically prodigal it scares even me. Wets my armpits and I condense. But I love my temper too.”

But it isn’t Daddy Bird who uncorks.

This story, along with the others in this collection, is a frenzied dance of language managing a delicate tiptoe along the fracture line of the beautiful and the grotesque. Not a single character walks a common path here. But isn’t that true of the world? Of our neighbor? Of our sister? Our spouse? We all tiptoe to keep the beasts, our own beasts, asleep and behind us.

Zig. We hire a new guy, Zig. Just Zig, short for nothing. I tell Zig of Mike, but Zig’s the type of ubiquitous one-upper who’s haunted me since grade school. His sister, he claims, has a tail. He’s saying, “Great, eyelids, sure, but my sister, well her tailbone, understand, it kept growing. Bro, she wags it, so this ain’t no spina bifida. Don’t think it’s spina bifida, Bro.

In “We Have Trajectories” there seems to be no driving force for the narrative beyond the anecdotes of oddities that occupy the narrator’s workaday life: an inverted goldfish, eyelids that never stop growing, Zig’s sister’s wagging tail, the line-cook’s roommate: “‘My roommate in college, well this boy only shit once a month.’… He holds up his fingers, and he’s only got nine and a nub. ‘But this turd …’ He closes one fist, sets the other over his heart. ‘This turd, this single turd, coal-black, size of an acorn. I swear it.’”

The narrator keeps one important anecdote to himself: He has a son he doesn’t know. That no one knows.

One-upmanship.

In Beasts, learned namedropping occurs a lot, including philosophers. Everyone is reading Nietzsche. Or Kant. Or their spouse is deep in Heidegger, or an old friend—lots of old friends pop up—is recommending Siddhartha:

“One of those Oprah books?”

“No, man, old, older. Published in 1951, the year we were born! Siddhartha, he listened to the river, found peace that had no name, lost his own name.”

In “Dick the Fourth” a sixty-something man confronts mortality when his father, the Third, lies in a hospital bed, and an old high school chum stops him in the parking lot. This friend, Tang, wants to reminisce and get Dick to tell him stories, “cracks,” from the old days— in particular one story about adolescent sex on the Third’s living room floor with “Bloomers,” Sarah Bloom, which dad interrupts. Dick the Fourth obliges:

“Oh boy, and I was on top of her just pounding away–”

“Yeah, there was a lot to pound away at!”

“And Dad, well he hears something and gets up, comes downstairs and flips on the living room light, and Bloomers just freaks out. Dad, he’s all flustered, and just saying, ‘Oops. Sorry ma’am. So sorry ma’am,’ and turns off the light and goes back to bed—”

“Sorry, ma’am!”

The Third gives the Fourth a talking to the next day, with all the requisite warnings of men he knew having “sex diseases so bad they pissed themselves, had to wear diapers at forty—.”

Then he leaves. “But a second later, he peeks his head in. ‘Hey,’ he says, and when I look up, he winks. ‘Son,’ he says, ‘you were really pourin’ the coal to her!’”

And Tang howls at the telling: “That’s it! Oh that’s it, man! That’s the story!”

And it is like that for the reader. “That’s the story!” Liederbach tells a story.

In “The Roads Amputated the Legs,” two college English professors, one young up-and-coming, the other dying of a brain tumor and confused, face mortality. One, from the loss of his mentor, the other from the loss of everything. The up-and-comer is wondering at the demise of his own distinction built from the help of the older man. Who is he without his coach? What does it mean?

“Doesn’t matter though, see,” [confides the younger]. “No, it can’t mean–it is meaning. Felt. And that’s prose. Showing and Telling drop their distinction, and the writing knows for itself, of itself, and its self is universal…”

What do we make of this as reader? What does it mean? Should it mean? In the end, it doesn’t matter. The world of this collection is fraught with beasts most will empathize with, because in their subtle form we don’t see that they are lurking among us, within us.

In perhaps the most ambitious story of the collection, “The Distance,” a hapless father, Sam, divorced from his wife, Keri, and weekend warrior-enabler for his fifteen-year-old daughter, Isabelle—Iz, “The Izzue,” “Daughter,”— grapples with his role. Too hip to be real. Too afraid to not be hip. Sam dizzies his Daughter and reader with language:

Let’s see, closing arguments. Hm, well, I’ll present the case of Ash. That’s what I’ll do, got it? Then what you’ll do is finish your over-priced oats and organic cow juice. And, after that, well you’ll kindly scrap that incendiary frippery strapped, without a single critical thought, to your burgeoning bosom.

Iz plays along but just … can’t. “‘Man,’ she groans, ‘like ten percent is funny, but the rest of what leaves your mouth is, like, I mean, Dad, it’s like practically porno—incendiary frippery? You’re not funny. Not at all.’”

The story dodges between third-person and first-person point of view. Time is fractured, folded over, repeated, projected. It is a domestic twelve-round brawl to read. Impossible to not look away. It scrapes along with below-the-belt hooks and eye gouging with no referee to step in. Mother, father, exes, parents, Daughter.

“…What of all the truly astounding conversations we’ve had on our weekends together?” [the father says]. “You’re no reactionary floosy–“

“You mean like mom.”

“No. Or I mean me … too. Me especially. … Plumbing the failure of words, the beauty of abstraction. How making oneself the arbiter of others is to turn oneself into little more than a brittle measuring stick…”

“Because I don’t take it so seriously, Father, not as you–”

“Iz, Love, Honey, I want you to be proud of your parents’ tensions, their struggles, their divorce. Is that insincere? Is it…”

Who knows exactly where the beasts are, even though Liederbach seems to put them behind every page of this slyly startling collection. Or, as reader, as passive participant in what we may interpret and recognize from our own lives in these pages, must we also confess some of our own culpability for putting the beasts there?

Up and Upcoming: To The North
Exhibition Listings in Northern Utah
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PARK CITY

Kimball Art Center UP: Take Flight: Alaska from Above presents stunning photographs by Mark Reed. From the remote Arctic plains to the old-growth forests of the coastal southeast, Alaska's vast landscapes encompass much of America's last remaining wilderness, and much of it is accessible only by air. AND: Don Weller: Another Cowboy. His dynamic and often whimsical work appeared on record covers, posters, in advertisements, and on hundreds of magazine pages. Weller rediscovered his love for rural lands and the world of cowboys when he moved to Utah in the 1980s, creating the ongoing inspiration for his current paintings. Working exclusively in watercolor, he expertly captures the grit of cowboys and the striking landscapes of the west. UPCOMING: Summer Rainfall, works by Sibylle Szaggars Redford, is the culmination of over five years of collaborating with the monsoon rains of Northern New Mexico, the gentle rains of the Napa Valley and the mountain rains of Utah. The works in this exhibition represent the artist's continuing efforts to expand the vision of this collaboration through the use of various media; from Rain Paintings on watercolor paper, printing onto Silks and creating her Desert Silks, mixed media printing of intense radiant colors, to digital manipulation and photographic expressions laminated between plexi.

Meyer Gallery UP: Photo Focus, a group show featuring photography and digital work by Corinne Geertsen, Jenny Gummersall, Max Rosenzweig, and Tamara Staples.  UPCOMING: Nature Beyond the Landscape, works by three artists featuring naturalist elements: Leslie Duke, Maddison Colvin, and Philip Barlow.

Julie Nester Gallery UP: Sunny Taylor: Resolutions

JGO Gallery UP: New whimsical artwork by Denise Duong. UPCOMING: Massively Small, 12" x 12" works by gallery and invited artists.

BOUNTIFUL AREA

BDAC UP: Bountiful Handcart Days annual exhibition of arts & crafts, with this year's theme of Pioneers & Patriots: Yesterday and Today. AND: Carol Berrey and Simon Blundell, two artists studying human interaction with the world.  Blundell's digitally collaged prints reveal the fragmentation of mankind's technologically-mediated existence.  Berrey explores "time's material physicality" through crumpled reclaimed map sculptures and paintings that evoke organic objects (see our review page 4). UPCOMING: Summerfest 2016, visual and performing arts festival on the streets of Bountiful.

Centerpointe Theatre, Centerville
UP:
Rebecca Mann, wildlife paintings.

OGDEN AREA


Shaw Gallery UP: Ginger Wallace Retrospective, featuring whimsical work by the late Ogden-born artist.

Eccles Community Art Center UP: The Ogden Pioneer Days - Traces of the West is comprised of recent works with  a Western theme by artists from throughout the United States.  Categories include: Drawing, Painting, Sculpture, Photography and high end western gear.  Local artists as well as those from Wyoming, Arizona, Montana and Oklahoma are participating. 

BRIGHAM CITY
Brigham City Museum of Art and History UP:
International Quilt Invitational exhibit, featuring artists from across the country as well as Japan, Germany and Australia. Featured art quilter Gloria Loughman, from Australia, creates large, vivid landscapes that depict the Australian bush, and most of her textiles have been hand-dyed or painted and feature extensive machine embroidery.

LOGAN
Nora Eccles Harrison Museum of Art UP: New additions to the NEHMA collection, featuring works by over a dozen artists. AND: Transcendence: Abstraction and Symbolism in the American West.


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