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Time Binds is a powerful argument that temporal and sexual dissonance are intertwined, and that the writing of history can be both embodied and erotic. Challenging queer theory's recent emphasis on loss and trauma, Elizabeth Freeman foregrounds bodily pleasure in the experience and representation of time as she interprets an eclectic archive of queer literature, film, video, and art. She examines work by visual artists who emerged in a commodified, "postfeminist," and "postgay" world. Yet they do not fully accept the dissipation of political and critical power implied by the idea that various political and social battles have been won and are now consigned to the past. By privileging temporal gaps and narrative detours in their work, these artists suggest ways of putting the past into meaningful, transformative relation with the present. Such "queer asynchronies" provide opportunities for rethinking historical consciousness in erotic terms, thereby countering the methods of traditional and Marxist historiography. Central to Freeman's argument are the concepts of chrononormativity, the use of time to organize individual human bodies toward maximum productivity; temporal drag, the visceral pull of the past on the supposedly revolutionary present; and erotohistoriography, the conscious use of the body as a channel for and means of understanding the past. Time Binds emphasizes the critique of temporality and history as crucial to queer politics.
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29 novembre 2010

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9780822393184

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TIME BINDS
Perverse Modernities
Aserieseditedby
JudithHalberstam
andLisaLowe
TIME BINDS
Queer Temporalities,
Queer Histories
elizabeth freeman
Duke University Press
DurhamandLondon2010
2010 Duke University Press All rights reserved
Printed in the United States of America on acid-free paper$ Designed by Amy Ruth Buchanan Typeset in Carter & Cone Galliard by Keystone Typesetting, Inc.
Library of Congress Cataloging-
in-Publication Data appear on the
last printed page of this book.
Duke University Press gratefully
acknowledges the University of
California, Davis, who supported
the publication of this book.
FortheFrogandtheFly
Andformymother,
whoneedsmoretime
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contents
Preface
ix
Acknowledgments
Introduction:
Queer and Not Now
xxv
1
Junk Inheritances, Bad Timing: Familial Arrhythmia in Three Working-Class Dyke Narratives 21
Deep Lez: Temporal Drag and the Specters of Feminism 59
Time Binds, or, Erotohistoriography
95
Turn the Beat Around: Sadomasochism, Temporality, History 137
Coda
171
Appendix: Distributors for Films and Videos 175
Notes
177
Bibliography
Index
209
193
preface
In 1915, the British poet Robert Graves wrote a poem, ‘‘It’s a Queer Time.’’ Popularly understood as a lighthearted, topical ballad about the trauma of trench warfare, the poem sets up a counterpoint between im-ages of gory battle and of the hallucinatory utopias the second-person speaker encounters when he loses consciousness. ‘‘It’s hard to know if you’re alive or dead,’’ the poem opens, ‘‘When steel and fire go roaring thro’ your head.’’ It’s also hard to know if being ‘‘alive’’ consists of fighting the war or blacking out. Here is a sample stanza, the third of five:
You’re charging madly at them yelling ‘‘Fag!’’ When somehow something gives and your feet drag. You fall and strike your head; yet feel no pain And find . . . . . . . . you’re digging tunnels through the hay In the Big Barn, ’cause it’s a rainy day. Oh, springy hay, and lovely beams to climb! You’re back in the old sailor suit again. It’s a queer time.
Here, the homophobia necessary to fuel masculine violence gives way to another version of the trench: tunnels in a haystack. The speaker finds himself back on the farm, where rain, ‘‘springy’’ hay, and wood suggest life. He also appears to be dressed as a gay icon. Lest I be accused of reading ‘‘sailor suit’’ and even ‘‘queer’’ anachronis-tically, let me summarize the other stanzas. All but the first two-line closed couplet end with the refrain ‘‘It’s a queer time.’’ In the second stanza, the speaker is wounded (‘‘you’re clutching at your chest,’’ line 5) and astro-travels to the homosocial Treasure Island, which is some amalgam of Orientalized Eastern tropical romance (‘‘spice winds blow / To lovely groves of Mango, quince, and lime—,’’ lines 7–8) and dime-novel west-ern (‘‘Breathe no good-bye, but ho! for the Red West!,’’ line 9). In the fourth stanza, when a bomb hits the speaker as he’s sleeping in a trench, he finds himself ‘‘struggling, gasping, struggling, then . . . hullo! / Elsie
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