PD Smith

Guy Debord: Revolution in the Service of Poetry

Times Lit­er­ary Sup­ple­ment, 29 April 2011, p 26

Guy Debord: Rev­o­lu­tion in the Ser­vice of Poet­ry, by Vin­cent Kauf­mann, trans­lat­ed by Robert Bonon­no (Uni­ver­si­ty of Min­neso­ta Press), £18.50, 345pp

By PD Smith

Vin­cent Kaufmann’s stat­ed desire in this book, orig­i­nal­ly pub­lished in French in 2001, is to “clar­i­fy the images Debord left behind”. It is a laud­able objec­tive for a study of an avant-garde writer and film­mak­er whose work inves­ti­gat­ed the role of rep­re­sen­ta­tions in soci­ety. In this intel­lec­tu­al biog­ra­phy, Kauf­mann focus­es on Debord’s cre­ative out­put rather than on the sala­cious details of his life, such as the wom­an­iz­ing and the drink­ing (although he does note that there is an “alco­holic style” in Debord’s work). But as Kauf­mann says, “the his­to­ry of his ideas is insep­a­ra­ble from the sin­gu­lar adven­ture of his life”. The approach is there­fore broad­ly chrono­log­i­cal, begin­ning with his involve­ment with the let­trists in Paris in the ear­ly 1950s, fol­lowed by his lead­ing role in the Sit­u­a­tion­ist Inter­na­tion­al and the upris­ing of 1968, as a result of which Debord was forced to flee Paris, first for Bel­gium then Flo­rence (which he described as “one of the best cities that ever was”), and con­clud­ing with Debord’s foot­loose yet pro­duc­tive final years, char­ac­ter­ized by a fusion of “poet­ics and pol­i­tics”.

The book begins with a line from Debord’s first (anti-)film, Hurlements en faveur de Sade (1952; Howls for Sade) that becomes a leit­mo­tif in Kaufmann’s analy­sis of Debord’s life and work: “Like lost chil­dren we live our unfin­ished lives”. Debord admired the Aus­tri­an writer Robert Musil and, for Kauf­mann, the French intel­lec­tu­al was very much a man with­out qual­i­ties. Like Ulrich in Der Mann ohne Eigen­schaften and those oth­er “lost chil­dren”, the let­trists, Debord was haunt­ed by a melan­choly sense of the pas­sage of time, his own mor­tal­i­ty, and the knowl­edge that it was “too late to become an adult, to become some­one”. The dérive and psy­cho­geog­ra­phy, which emerged from the gold­en age of the let­trist move­ment, were attempts to found a sci­ence of urban space to counter this sense of Vergänglichkeit, of time’s pass­ing. It was, says Kauf­mann, “art reduced to a pure prin­ci­ple of mobil­i­ty” and Debord him­self became “an artist of tran­si­tion”.

Through­out his life, Debord was a pro­tean fig­ure, con­stant­ly rein­vent­ing him­self and defi­ant­ly sub­vert­ing the images oth­ers attempt­ed to foist upon him, par­tic­u­lar­ly that of the great writer, à la Sartre: “he was no one’s stu­dent, nev­er fol­lowed any­one, and did noth­ing that would encour­age a fol­low­ing of his own”. His sem­i­nal study (and lat­er film), Le Société du spec­ta­cle (1967; The Soci­ety of the Spec­ta­cle) is today “one of the lead­ing texts of far-left dis­course” but remains an enig­ma, claims Kauf­mann, a book that is as much about Debord as it is a work of the­o­ry and analy­sis. Just as psy­cho­geog­ra­phy sought to uncov­er the real­i­ty of urban spaces, his rad­i­cal cri­tique of the spec­ta­cle was part of Debord’s life-long quest for authen­tic­i­ty and absolute free­dom.

Abra­sive (one of his books was even bound in sand­pa­per), play­ful and always con­tro­ver­sial, Debord was a com­plex and enig­mat­ic fig­ure who admit­ted that “I have long striv­en to main­tain an obscure and elu­sive exis­tence.” Kauf­mann admires Debord’s “art of defi­ance, his bel­liger­ent and melan­choly poet­ics.” He also finds coher­ence in Debord’s oeu­vre where oth­ers find chaos: “the the­o­reti­cian and auto­bi­og­ra­ph­er, the rev­o­lu­tion­ary and the poet are one and the same”. Kaufmann’s analy­sis is illu­mi­nat­ing and suc­ceeds in uni­fy­ing the dis­parate strands of “a life devot­ed to the repu­di­a­tion of society’s inquisi­to­r­i­al stare”, reveal­ing a man whose think­ing remains both provoca­tive and orig­i­nal.

[N.B. This is a longer ver­sion than the review print­ed in the TLS.]