the painting 'a view of venice' by thomas moran. it is an oil painting of a Venice canal at sunset, with gondalas on the water and the city in the distance.

Inbetweenness

by Madeleine Martin

Can’t fit Pattern Recognition in my backpack.

William Gibson’s 2003 prescient techno-fable follows Cayce Pollard, a marketing consultant and ‘cool-hunter’ with an unbearably useful pathological sensitivity to corporate logos. Cayce is tasked with tracking-down the maker – distributor? – of a series of anonymously published video clips which have surfaced on internet forums. 

Cayce inhabits liminal spaces. Airports. Hotels. Cyberspace. Places of inbetweenness.

Part-way through reading, I set off for Venice. 

This last week, international press and social media have been flooded with images of the Veneto capital’s acqua alta1. Military personnel thigh-deep in water in front of the Italo-Byzantine Basilica di San Marco. Marooned vaporetti, the Venetian public waterbuses, emblazoned with Biennàle Arte 2019. Outdoor bistro stacking chairs bobbing along il Piazza San Marco. Ill-prepared tourists hauling giant hard-shelled suitcases on their backs like turtles.

Determined not to be one of those turtles. Instead, like Gibson’s Cayce, I will navigate the path of global travel as a minimalist. 

My copy of Pattern Recognition awaits my return.

Forty hours of travel and five modes of transport lead me to Via Garibaldi. To a French-themed, but inescapably Venetian, cafe-bar called CheBon. Drinking a Cynar spritz. Two ice cubes, slice of orange, green olive.  Soul is AWOL. Body is cruising on auto-pilot. Capacity to affect and be affected is compromised. 

Cayce, too, has experienced this:


…her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical chord down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here … Souls can’t move quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.2

With soul separated by sixteen-thousand kilometres from owner, it proves difficult for affect to arise. Beings are constituted “not by an outer skin-envelope or other surface boundary but by their potential to reciprocate or co-participate in the passages of affect.”3 These, reciprocation and co-participation, are roles for the soul, not the body. 

Body plus soul equals cognitive being. Body minus soul equals … something fragmented.  Don’t have an ETA for my soul.

Three cities later. 

Arrive at a tiny ground-floor apartment on Rue Véron. Dispassion of the entryway is eerie. The soul of the apartment is separated by modern security technology from the body of Paris. 

Inside, backpack down. Take stock of utilities. Not quite like the pictures. Less art direction. Less art. Less direction. On the bookshelf, printed detritus, floating remnants of anonymous travel.

And one novel.

Anotherbody’s copy of Pattern Recognition.

In that moment, intensities pass from body to body, from book to me and back again, circulating and sticking to whatever it can. Coincidence is an obvious manifestation of “the world’s apparent intractability”.4 

It is clear now that soul and body have re-coalesced. Capacity to affect and be affected is optimal.

  1. Pun intended.
  2.  W. Gibson, Pattern Recognition, London, Penguin Books, 2003, p.1.
  3.  M. Gregg and G. J. Seigworth, ‘An Inventory of Shimmers’ in Gregg, M. and Seigworth, G. J. (eds.) The Affect Theory Reader, Durham, Duke University Press, 2010, p.1.
  4. ibid.

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