paper • 172 pages • 19.95
ISBN: 978-1-954245-07-5
eISBN: 978-1-954245-16-7
February 2022 • Non-Fiction

Television, a memoir

Karen Brennan

Television, a memoir is a hybrid collection of autobiographical pieces, tragi-comic in spirit, that depict a woman’s life evolving through time and culture in fragmentary glimpses. Indeterminate in genre, Television is a fluid text that sometimes reads as poetry, sometimes as prose, while exploring classism, ableism, and feminism in a world defined by the advent of new media and, for the author, a privilege that often felt suffocating. Working structurally and thematically, television creates conceptual mileposts in the memoir, with certain programs and cultural references corresponding to specific eras in the author’s past, but it also gestures at an existential modality — the experience of a televisual life, the performative arrangements of nuclear families and neighborhoods, the periodic events and dramas of an adolescence watched from outside oneself.

from LARKS

I always thought Larks was a stupid name for a cigarette. They came in a maroon package and boasted innovative charcoal filters that tasted like cheap men’s cologne. I never liked them, but I smoked them out of loyalty to my husband who worked for the manufacturer. Thus, Larks were a constant in my life then, cartons strewn around our dwelling much like, in a later age, my shoes would be. Cartons opened and unopened, cigarette packages on every surface of our lives along with the burnt and smoldering butts and the ubiquitous green haze in the air of the world.

Praise from David Shields
Praise from Paul Lisicky
Praise from Debra Spark

I’ve been a serious and devoted fan of Karen Brennan’s work for decades, and her new book is perhaps my favorite. It is a memoir and an anti-memoir. It tells the story of a life, but kaleidoscopically, elliptically, aphoristically, ecstatically. What it’s really about is the frenzy of the visible behind and beneath and beyond the life lived. In that way, deeply reminiscent of Edmund Carpenter’s Oh, What a Blow That Phantom Gave Me!—than which there is hardly higher praise.

Imagine working in miniature and implying the whole world in each passage. Karen Bennan is that kind of writer, and she does it again and again in Television, a book that resonates not like a conventionally structured memoir, but something more intricate and alive: a hive of songs that are at once astringent, tender, comic, and rueful. I loved every word.

In her prose-poem memoir, Television, Karen Brennan distills a complex life to its essence: observant child, overwhelmed mother, and loving grandmother. Astute and wonderfully strange, Brennan’s language pushes into the knotted muscle of experience till the hurt dissolves into the deeply pleasurable release of recognition: Yes, that’s it. That’s just it.