Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine

Log of the S S the Mrs Unguentine Forty years ago I first linked up with Unguentine and we made love on twin hulled catamarans sails a billow bless the seas So begins the courtship of a certain Unguentine to the woman we know only a

  • Title: Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine
  • Author: Stanley Crawford
  • ISBN: 9780945953029
  • Page: 417
  • Format: Paperback
  • Forty years ago I first linked up with Unguentine and we made love on twin hulled catamarans, sails a billow, bless the seas So begins the courtship of a certain Unguentine to the woman we know only as Mrs Unguentine, the chronicler of their sad, fantastical tale For forty years, they sail the seas together, alone on a giant land covered barge of their own devising TForty years ago I first linked up with Unguentine and we made love on twin hulled catamarans, sails a billow, bless the seas So begins the courtship of a certain Unguentine to the woman we know only as Mrs Unguentine, the chronicler of their sad, fantastical tale For forty years, they sail the seas together, alone on a giant land covered barge of their own devising They tend their gardens, raise a child, invent an artificial forest all the while steering clear of civilization Log of the S.S The Mrs Unguentine is a masterpiece of modern domestic life, a comic novel of closeness and difficulty, miscommunication and stubborn resolve Rarely has a book so perfectly registered the secret solitude of marriage, how shared loneliness can result in a powerful bond.

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    • Mike Puma says:

      Briefly: Just when you might think you’ve had it with PoMo silliness, along comes something that’s anything but. I started this one thinking, Oh no. Proceeded with a sense of dread. Nothing beautiful. Nothing exciting. To eventually arrive at a place of And yet.What may or may not be pages of the narrator’s log, recounts years (and years, and years) at sea (or not), with her husband (and his memory, and his ghost, and his love, or not) on a barge that is transformed into a burgeoning float [...]

    • Vit Babenco says:

      I wonder what the log of Noah’s Ark could be like. Probably it would’ve read like this:“The view, when I had time, exhilarating and grand. There might even seem, as I would lift a sail and peep through the glass at the garden three stories below, the goat grazing at a pile of brush, ducks waddling from one pond to another, nothing else I could possibly desire.”Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine is a book of maritime adventures, well, of sorts.Actually it is an account of the woman’s l [...]

    • Nate D says:

      Science fiction without science, magical realism without magic, surrealism shorn of its major concerns and retuned to human emotion. Somewhere triangulating but outside all of these concerns, lies a certain sort of writing that I tend to find terribly involving. This example of this strange territory is a compressed chronicle of 40+ years of marriage on a kind of floating garden, its two occupants falling into their (lack of) relationship just as the outside world recedes beyond the horizon (or [...]

    • Eddie Watkins says:

      An utterly beguiling book with the feel of a loosely executed allegory, which allows the meaning(s) to roam and float from domestic portrait to the fall of man to a holistic gaia epic, but though there is a suggested formula within the structure I suspect Crawford stuck to his aesthetic guns and worked without a formulaic net, hence the utterly beguiling nature of it, offering open-ended rewards and the draw to read and reread it. Some have said that this is a probing portrait of a marriage but [...]

    • Proustitute says:

      A curiously clever book told first in short logs from aboard the titular S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine, and then increasingly longer "logs" that become more stream-of-consciousness in nature, all from the point of view of Mrs. Unguentine regarding life with her husband on the high seas.It is to Crawford's credit that his linguistic wordplay and astute psychological portrait of his narrator cause even pages upon pages of catalogues of mundane and often petty chores aboard an ever-adrift barge and in-d [...]

    • Maureen says:

      last night i dreamt that unguentine wouldn't let me pee. i kept wanting to go, i kept begging him to please let me relieve my bladder but he wouldn't let me. when i woke up i went to the bathroom, and thought about how odd but appropriate it was that my subconscious should decide that unguentine was the one preventing me from relief, that this character took on the form of my sleeping control of my bodye language is very beautiful but this book made me blue. i give it five stars despite this bec [...]

    • Matthew says:

      A myth? An allegory? A fariy-less fairy tale? An improbably intricate and most fabulous dream? All of the above? Who knows. Who cares! Such a sumptuous little treat of a book! If you like words, if you love language, if you enjoy mini-novels that have been painstakingly detailed and read like urgent transmissions from some other, far more fantastical (yet somehow completely and compellingly convincing) realm, then dive right in. A woman, Mrs. Unguentine, tells the story of her time on a barge--o [...]

    • Jimmy says:

      An amazing invention of a short novel, most impressive for the details that are required for the imagined world of a barge-cum-island to take root in the reader's mind. Fantastic in its Daumaul-ian logic, its Roussel-ish sense of spectacle. I would not go as far as Ben Marcus does in his afterword, in which he praises it for its examination of a marriage--this aspect of the book I found not fully satisfying, existing only in the most allegorically surface sense. We never get a feel for who these [...]

    • Josh Friedlander says:

      A tantalising, absurd, metafictional story of the type that flourished during its era (1970s): a nearly wordless couple live on a giant barge, on which they've planted trees, flowers, vegetables – an entire ecosystem, in fact – all under a giant glass dome, built out of scrap materials trawled from the ocean floor in a diving bell. Strange, inexplicable things occur; the marriage itself, between the narrator and the near-wordless, abusive, Unguentine, never quite comes into focus. This inter [...]

    • Connor says:

      A pretty interesting examination of a marriage, through a highly biblical and magical lens. Reminds me a lot of the film Synecdoche New York. I think a lot of the reviews I've read miss the obvious symbolic imagery in favor of reading it as a story of abuse.

    • Jim says:

      ORIGINALLY published in 1972, Stanley Crawford's allegorical novel "Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine" has been in and out of print for years. Newly reissued after much time adrift, the book is long overdue for a heroic homecoming.The novel is written in the form of a ship's log, albeit one bereft of dates, times or coordinates. Rather than hard facts, we are presented with the 40-year history of the Unguentine marriage as the couple roams the seven seas aboard a garbage barge. At the start, M [...]

    • Spiros says:

      Stanley Crawford has managed the seemingly impossible in this novella; he has mastered a prose style that is dense yet evanescent. In the past week I have read this book five times, and at each reading I have come across images which I would swear I hadn't come across in previous readings. How dense? Consider this passage: "We fueled by night in obscure, foetid ports where I strip-teased on the prow, ringed by candles, to mollify thin-lipped customs officials, while Unguentine whispered assignat [...]

    • Charles Dee Mitchell says:

      A drunken Mr. Unguentine falls from the railing of the barge, thus ending a forty year marriage that began with a night of love on a catamaran and was consecrated via Transatlantic cable. He and Mrs. Unguentine, who narrates the story, have lived on their married life on the barge, sailing the seas to avoid extreme seasons, and after the first few years never touching land. Mr. Unguentine takes charge of navigation while Mrs. Unguentine tends to their world where the composting garbage provides [...]

    • Ben says:

      Part sic-fi parable, part biblical diatribe on sustainable living, part early post-modern experimental novel in the tradition of the John Hawkes' Second Skin or Barbara Comyns' Who Changed and Who was Dead this was an electrifying read for me in so-not-the-ways things are normally thought of as electrifying. (At least in my mind.) For example Naked Lunch or Tropic of Cancer seem electrifying solely in that they were (triple underline) published. This book is beyond being worthy of being publishe [...]

    • Edwin Arnaudin says:

      An intriguing, experimental, literary novella. A married couple set sail on a barge, which the husband turns into his own floating world. He plants a small forest of trees, populates it with a variety of animals, and builds structures such as a giant dome out of materials fishes from the ocean's depths, all with no intention of returning to land. Moving throughout the tropics, the wife grows increasingly restless and yearns for a life on solid ground.And why wouldn't she? Her only companion is a [...]

    • Jon says:

      In the afterword, Ben Marcus says, "Architectural dreamwork, end-times seascapes so barren they seem cut from the pages of the Bible, cooly-rendered Rube Goldberg apparati, and the crushing sadness that results when you tie your emotional fortunes to a person whose tongue is so fat in his mouth he can barely speak, mark this little masterpiece of novel." So, he liked it. I liked it as well. He goes on to say that one of the major forms of the novel is "an argument against the company of others" [...]

    • Lee Thompson says:

      When I read now, I don't necessarily read to pass the time, or even to be entertained (a wonderful side effect). I read *hoping* to add something new to my experience as a reader. Crawford's novel certainly added to that experience, is as unique a work of the imagination as Flann O'Brien's The Third Policeman, or Bartheleme's The Dead Father (I could list perhaps a dozen favourite little books). Published in 1972, I was worried it would be dated, but there are no cultural references, no stylisti [...]

    • Lysia says:

      It gave me the same feeling I had when I read "Life of Pi" - I think not only because I read this while on the beach in the Dominican, but because I am fascinated by what life on or near the water does to people and their relationships. Nothing seemed odd about the lives and interactions of these characters, although the fact is that if this took place in an apartment in the city it would have a radically different effect on me. I did feel sorry for the loss that Mrs. Unguentine felt for the lif [...]

    • Amy says:

      I hesitate to call this a love story, but basically that's what it isa couple on a boat in the middle of the ocean The boat is practically its own island/biosphere complete with plants, a garden, and livestock. At times the couple takes on an Adam and Eve, Garden of Eden quality. Other times we are exposed to the difficulties in the relationship, mainly stemming from the man's alcoholism and unwillingness to speak and the woman's deceit and dissatisfaction. I was entranced by the setting and the [...]

    • Terresa says:

      If Charles Burchfield was a writer, he may have written something like this book, fecund, imaginative, blissed out. The enigmatic Unguentine appears only to disappear. By the end I wanted to give him a thrashing with one of his fake fronds, followed by a hasty retreat of myself and Mrs U. to dry land.For very good reasons, none of that happens, but there exists the lure of the ocean and land, solitude and union, and I am caught in between, enraptured.

    • Christopher says:

      An insane book that has restored my faith in reading, which was lagging, perhaps because I have been choosing poorly, but also, perhaps, because I needed something like this, something strange and alive. ;)

    • Jeff T. says:

      An unreliable narrator unfathomably alone on a fantastic ship. A (usually) floating world made of words, (usually) wordless. A barge that is land that is language.

    • Sandra says:

      beautiful imagery, perfectly contained, emotionally evocative, it lives in my mind like a poem or an old photograph

    • Geoffrey says:

      Maybe I've just been reading too much avant-garde stuff lately. This wasn't bad, and it certainly wins for strangeness, but I'm not sure it really amounts to much. Dunno. This is a tentative rating.

    • Bbrown says:

      An interesting genre-bending novella that fills in much of the world and character relationships in passing as the narrative recounts the voyages of a barge-turned-floating-garden. Is it an apocalyptic science fiction tale, or a reimagining of Noah's ark, or something else entirely? All but impossible to say for sure, but one thing that you can know for certain is that Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine uses this ambiguous story and tangential style of exposition to create a fascinating atmosph [...]

    • Brent Legault says:

      I'm supposed to like this one. Ben Marcus wants me (and you, and anyone with literary taste, with imagination) to like this one. But I don't like this one. And here's why:If you were to strip away its wildness and all it's overgrown but oddly vague details (But then, why would you do that, right? Because that's the story, right? I'd agree with myself if I were talking about style. Because style, in fiction, really is all there is. Or nearly so. But I'm not talking about style, not mostly. Mostly [...]

    • Ryan says:

      From the jacket:"Forty years ago I first linked up with Unguentine and we made love on twin-hulled catamarans, sails a-billow, bless the seas So begins the courtship of a certain Unguentine to the woman we know only as Mrs. Unguentine, the chronicler of their sad, fantastical tale. For forty years, they sail the seas together, alone on a giant land-covered barge of their own devising. They tend their gardens, raise a child, invent an artificial forest--all the while steering clear of civilizatio [...]

    • Kerri Anne says:

      The first two chapters are light, whimsical, read like a ship is narrating, which is seemingly Crawford's way of setting his readers up to be careened into rocky shores, because this book isn't light, is only whimsical in the way fiction can remain wholly unrealistic while trying to tell some semblance of a real story. Fiction is fiction is fiction is sometimes altogether insane, a cornucopia of visual acid trips, and Mr. and Mrs. Unguentine's floating barge/farm/forest/greenhouse/prison remains [...]

    • Xander Kennedy says:

      Meaty language and an intriguing concept/characters, but the execution was confusing as much as it was anything. As the reader, I was trying to figure out the Truths of this world, but it felt like they kept changing. I'd love to see an illustrated timeline for all the action of this story because it didn't consistently make sense in my head. Just how many lifetimes did they spend on this barge? Again, the descriptions were lush, but sometimes almost to the point of distraction. I'm so used to h [...]

    • wally says:

      14 apr 16e 3rd from crawford for me. begins: the name is mrs unguentine. i was not the one born with it, he was. we were married by telephone when the great cable was laid across the ocean floor well before the weather turned so foul; it was the thing to do then, the thing to do indeed. some high priest on a party line made us man and wife or at least did consecrate the phone line, the electrodes, or whatever. and made me drop all my names, maiden, first and middle, the result being mrs unguenti [...]

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