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Lauren Elkin
Lauren Elkin is most recently the author of No. 91/92: notes on a Parisian commute (Semiotext(e)/Fugitives) and the UK translator of Simone de Beauvoir's previously unpublished novel, The Inseparables (Vintage). Her previous book Flâneuse: Women Walk the City (Chatto/FSG) was a finalist for the PEN/Diamonstein-Spielvogel Award for the Art of the Essay, a New York Times Notable Book of 2017, and a BBC Radio 4 Book of the Week. Her essays have appeared in Granta, the London Review of Books, Harper’s, the New York Times, and Frieze, among others. Her next book, Art Monsters, will be out in July 2023 (Chatto/FSG). She lives in London.

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Maria Gainza’s ‘Optic Nerve’

Book Review

May 2019

Lauren Elkin

Book Review

May 2019

In his foreword to A Thousand Plateaus, on the pleasures of philosophy, and of Deleuze and Guattari’s philosophy in particular, Brian Massumi writes:  ...

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Issue No. 8

Barking From the Margins: On écriture féminine

Lauren Elkin

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Issue No. 8

 I. Two moments in May May 2, 2011. The novelists Siri Hustvedt and Céline Curiol are giving a talk...

How well do you know your nose? That organ is the gateway to our least understood sense, a network of more than 400 types of receptor cells (Our retinas, by contrast, have just three) Though most are concentrated in a bulb near our frontal lobe, olfactory receptors have cropped up in skin, livers, kidneys and sperm Smell is a powerful memory recall tool, and it can make us want to fuck, vomit or cry – but why and how all this works remains largely a biological mystery   This enigma drives Sean Raspet, an artist and self-trained food-and-fragrance scientist whose art is microscopic in scale Past shows at Société, Berlin have featured large plastic vats of stuff he’s cooked up in a lab: molecular compounds meant to tease our tongues or trigger our nostrils These concoctions are often clear and near-weightless, and can take the form of a liquid or a gas In his current exhibition ‘Receptor-Binding Variations’ at Bridget Donahue Gallery, New York, Raspet has devised ten ‘primary scent formulations’ that, like primary colours, trigger the range of our olfactory sense Brewed from ‘captive molecules’, or particles patented by the fragrance industry, they are housed in bone-white electric diffusers that spout their scent every 60 seconds Many of their manufactured molecules are designed to deceive the human nose: to us, they can smell more like natural goods than the organic chemicals they imitate, frustrating attempts to sniff out their origins In the gallery, all these compounds blend together to produce the faint aroma of rubber gym flooring, inoffensive but slightly unsettling   Each compound, and thus each work in the show, is labelled with the name of the receptor it’s meant to target (all works 2017) The first diffuser, 52D1, gives off a strong whiff of citronella, with notes of the artificial pineapple aroma of white gummy bears Number two, 3A1, 2AE1: a distinct odour of freshly mown grass At first pass, 2V2, 2V1 smelled like an herbaceous gin; when I returned several minutes later, I detected the sweetness of kiwi 2L5, lemon Pledge; 7G3, 8K3, 1J2, fresh asphalt; 52D1, a sweaty armpit

Contributor

August 2014

Lauren Elkin

Contributor

August 2014

Lauren Elkin is most recently the author of No. 91/92: notes on a Parisian commute (Semiotext(e)/Fugitives) and the UK...

The End of Francophonie: The Politics of French Literature

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Issue No. 2

Lauren Elkin

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Issue No. 2

I. We were a couple of minutes late for the panel we’d hoped to attend. The doors were closed and there was a surly-looking...

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poetry

May 2016

Two Poems

Sam Buchan-Watts

poetry

May 2016

The Dentist’s Chair       I dreamt of the dentist’s chair, that it wore a smart pair of...

Prize Entry

April 2017

/gosha rubchinskiy/

Christopher Burkham

Prize Entry

April 2017

1. APARTMENT INTERIOR/MORNING/BELYAYEVO, MOCKBA, ROSSIJSKAJA FEDERACIJA…   There is a T-shirt on the desk in front of him.  ...

poetry

July 2012

Fig-tree

John Clegg

poetry

July 2012

He trepans with the blunt screwdriver on his penknife: unripe figs require the touch of air on flesh to...

 

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