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Animal Joy: A Book of Laughter and Resuscitation
My review for LIBER:
A POET AND a psychoanalyst walk into a bar. That sounds favor the setup to a joke, but really, it’s a scene from Nuar Alsadir’s enthralling new guide, Animal Joy: A Publication of Laughter and Resuscitation, and, in this case, the poet and the psychoanalyst are one and the same: Alsadir herself.
In this expansive and erudite meditation on the relationship between laughter and basically everything else, Alsadir interweaves both of those strands of her identity—along with many more, including her experiences as the daughter of Iraqi immigrants and as the mother of two daughters—to examine what laughter can show about our deepest selves and the reality that surrounds us. On the very first page, she quotes George Orwell: “A thing is funny when—in some way that is not actually offensive or frightening—it upsets the established order. Every joke is a tiny revolution.”
From there, she lets the reader ride her waves of thought, considering the ways in which this revolutionary power can be manifested in environments as diverse as her studies in a clown class at Yale University to broader contexts of movement
Born in in Bad Homburg, Germany
Lives and works in Berlin, Germany
Education
Postgraduierten-Stipendium des DAAD, Vienna, Austria
Förderpreis der GASAG, Berlin
Stipendium am Deutschen Studienzentrum Venedig, Venice, Italy
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Hochschule der Künste, Berlin
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Johannes Gutenberg-Universität, Mainz, Germany
Solo Exhibitions
'AUF FALSCHER SEITE IN DIE FALSCHE RICHTUNG', Almine Rech, London, UK
'Nah Am Wasser (Built on the water)', Kunsthalle Rostock, Germany
Casada Santa Pau, Madrid, Spain
‘Der Tag ergänzt sich in der Nacht’, Almine Rech Matignon, Paris, France
‘Ein Wimpernschlag und hinter uns die Jahre’ / 'A blink of an eye and the years are behind us', Kunsthalle Praha, Czech Republic
‘Was geht uns depart Sonne an (What does the sun matter to us)’, Perrotin, New York, NY, US
‘Wo Du mich liebst beginnt der Wald’, Perrotin, Shanghai, China
‘Die Arrivedeci-Show,’ Klüser 2, Munich, Germany
‘Ein Wimpernschlag und hinter uns expire Stunden’, Wentrup, Berlin, Germany&nb
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- Videns Dominus (Nobuaki Izawa)
- Videns Jacob (Jacobus Clemens non Papa)
- Videntes stellam (Mark Chapman)
- Videntes stellam Magi (Christopher Upton)
- Video caelos apertos (Nobuaki Izawa)
- Viderunt eam (Joachim Kelecom)
- Viderunt oculi mei (Nobuaki Izawa)
- Viderunt omnes (André Vierendeels)
- Viderunt omnes (Heinrich Isaac)
- Viderunt omnes (John Reager)
- Viderunt omnes (Mariano Garau)
- Viderunt omnes (Nobuaki Izawa)
- Viderunt omnes fines terrae (Mikolaj Zielenski)
- Viderunt omnes, MH (Johann Michael Haydn)
- Vidi aquam (Andrew Richesson)
- Vidi aquam (Book I, ) (Manuel Cardoso)
- Vidi aquam (Carl Bonaventura Witzka)
- Vidi aquam (Cristóbal de Morales)
- Vidi aquam (Duarte Lobo)
- Vidi aquam (Filipe de Magalhães)
- Vidi aquam (Franz Sc
The Cold War swap
July 24,The setup's familiar: strenuous men, a bar, partners who keep secrets from each other, moral ambiguity, double- and triple-crosses, fedoras, cigarette smoke, shadows. Only this time around, we're not in prewar San Francisco or postwar L.A.; we're in Germany, the concrete's still setting on the Wall, and the hard men are spooks, not shamuses and gunsels.
If Raymond Chandler wrote watcher novels, they'd have been like The Cold War Swap.
Our narrator is Mac McCorckle, an American ex-soldier who never left Europe after WWII. He runs Mac's Place, an American bar in Bonn, which serves the same purpose as Rick's Café Américain in Casablanca: a watering hole for journalists, cops, fixers, men on the make, and people they all feed on. His business partner, Michael Padilla, used to work for Oh So Secret (the ironic name for the OSS) and now freelances for the stew of three-letter agencies at act on the Cold War chessboard of Central Europe. Padilla goes off on one of his "business trips," gets in a jam, and calls on McCorckle for help. Needless to say, things develop murky, players are either more or less than they at first look, and bodies start piling up inconv.