Word: taxidermist
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...seems a little fuzzy about what its point is. So he bails on writing altogether. He moves to a new city, gets a dog and a cat, gets his wife pregnant and generally forgets about books entirely - until he receives a strange fan letter from an elderly, misanthropic taxidermist who's working on a play and wants Henry's help...
Martel writes with a smooth, almost stoned detachment, cool to the touch, which gives a distant, unreal feeling to a story that's already dangerously weird and abstract. The taxidermist's play turns out to be a Beckettian affair about a monkey and a donkey, Beatrice and Virgil, who live on a giant shirt (yes, a shirt). Beatrice and Virgil are lost, shell-shocked survivors of a massacre of animals by humans, an "abomination" they can refer to only as "the Horrors." Thus the Holocaust, denied entrance at the front door, sneaks in through the window...
...section of the film, Hatry cuts out pig eyes; in another, the artist rolls cleaned skins and stacks them into a box. Time-lapsed and silent, Hatry’s movements are industrial and determined, as if the hands on the screen stripping meat belonged to a taxidermist rather than to an artist. Hatry’s work may take its roots in dead flesh, but in her display, the skin is endowed with a kind of life. Each figure is accompanied by a biographical narrative, written by a contemporary female author and inspired by the portrait. Text and image...
...something like 18,000 hits. Anyone tracking new lows in misogyny this year, who hated the treatment of Hillary and Michelle, should note that Cindy gets her share too, from sneers about Republican Barbie to the vicious dismissal of her as a product of a taxidermist...
...What obdurate force the creature possessed. He actually seemed to be dragging the boat. Moby-Dick! I hauled and reeled, under the sardonic eye of the cormorants - hauled and reeled...and mentally I had this 55-inch (at least) phenomenon iced down and on the way to the taxidermist down the road... when, after a moment or two of struggle, it began to dawn on me that my titan underwater was oddly immobile, conducting his side of the war from a fixed location. This disconcerted me. I was moving. The boat was moving. The brute, however, remained (as I could...