Reviews for Feminisms Redux: An Anthology of Literary Theory and Criticism

The average rating for Feminisms Redux: An Anthology of Literary Theory and Criticism based on 2 reviews is 3.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2015-03-20 00:00:00 Quincey Holden Much of the book had little relevance to my work with trauma narratives, howeever it is essential I read Caruths work. I enjoyed it for the most part, but have to admit to skimming most of the last chapter on Lacan, Freud, and memory due to the circuitous nature of the argument that caruth was laying out. More than anything, it was a fine example of how you can actually say the same thing 20 different ways. I look forward to reading her other works on trauma.

Review # 2 was written on 2014-07-24 00:00:00 Erik Cudd I read Cathy Caruth's book Unclaimed Experience: Trauma, Narrative, and History for a research project I'm working on. The author is well known for her work on trauma theory. According to Caruth, "the term trauma is understood as a wound inflicted not upon the body but upon the mind" (3). "In its most general definition, trauma describes an overwhelming experience of sudden or catastrophic events in which the response to the event occurs in the often delayed, uncontrolled repetitive appearance of hallucinations and other intrusive phenomena" (11). Caruth applies trauma theory to works by Freud, Kant, and Lacan, among others. The most interesting part of Unclaimed, though, is not found in the book itself. One chapter analyzes the French film Hiroshima mon amour in terms of trauma theory. Naturally, I immediately had to rent and watch the movie for myself. Filmed in 1959, Hiroshima follows a French actress making a movie about "peace" in Hiroshima. She has a brief and intense sexual encounter with a Japanese man. The relationship releases the traumatic experiences both endure because of the war: the woman's German lover is killed, and she is ostracized; the man's family perishes in Hiroshima while he is away fighting in the war. Perhaps the most moving element of the film, though, is the actual footage of bombing victims. I could only weep at the images of mangled, burned, and dying children. For someone so obsessed with atrocities committed in Europe during WWII, I am ashamed for practically ignoring the carnage perpetrated by Americans. If only Caruth could tell me how to reconcile myself with this part of my own history, with the trauma inflicted by American hands.