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From: "Lewis, Susan" <[email protected]>
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Subject: Carol Novack 1948-2011

Carol Novack: A Life Remembered

Carol Novack's work is populated by singular, breathtaking glimpses of the 
human condition, garnered from within a hair's breadth of the abyss.  There are 
notions in her work of a primordial ?bermensch, a shadowy figure hidden within 
"the collective experiment called mankind." She once said, "I rage against the 
dark forces within all of us, and the conformity that sickens me."  Yet she 
approached her work and life with humor and verve.  She embraced the absurd, 
the surreal and the mythological, rubbing them up against each other with her 
own unique rhythm and lyricism.

Proponents of conventional narrative sometimes criticized her visionary work 
for its lack of cohesion, a missing red thread; yet  Carol was not an 
experimentalist for its own sake.  She sought to discover a voice of reason 
within the hubbub of myths and neon road signs; along the way, she broke 
convention to re-discover, to re-emerge. In her own words: "I don't believe in 
rules. I take dictation from the flow of metaphors that surface from my 
unconscious as I write, think of my writing self as a metaphorist."

Of her 2010 book Giraffes in Hiding: The Mythical Memoirs of Carol Novak 
(Spuyten Duvyil), American Book Review observed: " Carol poses metafictional 
questions about who or what controls our narratives, and what kinds of power is 
or is not available through narrative...If only for an instant, the giraffes go 
into hiding, and the minnows emerge." PANK Journal enthused: "Whilst reading 
this unique book, I felt I was deep-sea diving, surrounded by exotic and 
breathtaking words-as-creatures, but mindful too of the murkiness, sinister and 
danger that also lurk both under and above water."

In an interview in the Canadian literary journal Metazen, she said she had 
reached "the overwhelming realization that one must create one's own meaning, 
the isolated self's confrontation of its own short-lived existence, the 
significance of being human and humane."

She spurned literary prizes, institutionalized creative writing programs and 
all forms of elitism, not only in the arts, but in society in general.  In her 
twenty-year career as an appellate and trial lawyer, she gave voice to the 
silenced and marginalized.  "Law," she said, "is a white rabbit that falls into 
black holes."  She told Glasgow poet, Dee Sunshine in an interview, "The 
battles were almost always up very steep hills, and I mistrusted and disliked 
the 'justice' system for various reasons."  Nonetheless, she took pride in her 
legal work, particularly her written motions and appellate briefs, and won an 
important federal constitutional action on behalf of visual artists (Bery v 
City of New York, et al.).

Born February 19, 1948, she grew up in Bell Harbor, New York, the single child 
of musicologist Saul Novack, Dean of Arts and Humanities at Queens College, and 
Phyllis Novack, librarian. Of her childhood, she once said, "I grew up with 
wonderful music permeating our house like a bouquet of luscious scents."

She completed her BA at the University of Rochester in East Asian Studies, 
moved to Sydney, Australia where she worked as an editor for the Australian 
Cosmopolitan, and began publishing her poetry during the seventies.  A 
chapbook, Living Alone Without a Dictionary, was published by the University of 
Queensland Press, and her work was included in The Penguin Book of Australian 
Women Poets.  She was the recipient of an Australian Council of the Arts 
writer's grant, remaining in Australia until 1977.

After a traveling in India and Europe,  Carol returned to New York City where 
she received her J.D. from New York Law School in 1983. As an attorney, she 
worked first in the Criminal Appeals Bureau of the New York Legal Aid Society 
and later as a solo practitioner, championing the causes of artists and the 
underprivileged.

She went on to receive her master's degree in social work (community 
organizing), and teach lyrical fiction writing at The Women's Studio Center in 
NYC, returning to the serious pursuit of her own writing in 2004.  "The muse 
just suddenly reared her jerky head again," she said.

>From the mid-2000s, she began publishing her gender-bending hybrid 
>metafiction- "her little aliens," as she called them-in many journals and 
>anthologies, including: American Letters & Commentaries, Exquisite Corpse, La 
>Petite Zine, LIT, Missippi Review, Notre Dame Review and Caketrain.

In 2005 she founded the Mad Hatters' Review, one of the first online journals 
with a true multimedia approach, marrying literature, film, art and music in an 
annual collage of some of the most explosive arts on the web.  "I envisioned 
something real flashy and eccentric, experimental, collaborative, 
multicultural, playful and even meaningful, in the social change/progressive 
sense," she told the webzine Web Del Sol.  "The name of our annual reflects our 
view of the world as essentially demented and nonsensical, too frequently a 
nightmare or 'non-dream' that needs to be exposed to the light for what it is, 
as well as what it is not. However, we, as artists, can also see another side 
of this world by voyaging into our own unique terrifying and joyful wonderlands 
and sharing our visions with others."

Carol curated the successful Mad Hatters' Review reading series at KGB Bar in 
New York, and performed herself at many venues in New York City and elsewhere.  
After re-settling in Asheville, North Carolina in 2010, she began a new reading 
series at The Black College Museum & Arts Center and founded a non-profit arts 
organization, MadHat, Inc., which now includes the Review; MadHat Press, a 
print publisher; and an artists retreat at her mountain home in Asheville.

As an editor,  Carol was impressed by wordplay, originality, and writing with 
the courage to confront the political. She published and befriended many 
authors, poets, artists, and filmmakers including, Harold Jaffe, Andrei 
Codrescu, Hugh Fox, Alasdair Gray,George Szirtes and Raymond Federman. As a 
multimedia and spoken-word artist, she collaborated with Sheila E. Murphy and 
many others, recording a CD, Inventions II: Fictions, Fusions and Poems, with 
Don C. Meyers and Benjamin Rush Miller in 2009.

Carol's full-length book of hybrid works, metafictions, prose poems, rants, 
raves and whatnots, Giraffes in Hiding: The Mythical Memoirs of Carol Novack, 
was released by Spuyten Duyvil Press in 2010.

When Dee Sunshine asked Carol where she would chose to travel via time machine, 
she said, "Eons of light years from now, towards or back to a cosmos inhabited 
by wise sentient beings, including cats."  And on life after death, she said: 
"Take away life, take away the breast and breath. Of course, I'm not expecting 
to meet 'God' before I die. I don't believe in religions or fairy tales except 
as metaphors of the human experience, the wish to be saved, the wish for happy 
endings, the absurd trials we set up for ourselves, the meaningful journeys, 
and always the rules, the rules, the rules. We're a very limited species."

Before her death,  Carol was working several new projects, including the 
novella Felicia's Nose, in collaboration with Tom Bradley.  Both Felicia's Nose 
and a collection of  Carol's shorter works are anticipated for publication in 
the near future.

Mad Hat Arts, Inc., including Mad Hatters' Review, MadHat Press and the 
Asheville Artists and Writers' Little Mountain Retreat is expected to continue 
operations under the guidance of  Carols' designated successors, with several 
books forthcoming, including, Primate Fox, the last collection of poetry by the 
late Hugh Fox.

No doubt  Carol saw her own resemblance to the protagonist from her unfinished 
novella, Felicia's Nose:  "Thus, Felicia is neither 'kind,' 'good,' 'haughty,' 
'hot,' nor 'pugnacious.' Nor is she not. Like the rest of us, she is wending 
her way through the minefields of existence, too frequently with tight shoes 
that pinch her feet and will ultimately grow loose with age..."

Carol died peacefully with her friends at her bedside in the Elizabeth House 
Hospice in Flat Rock, North Carolina.

  -Marc Vincenz


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