Christopher Nosnibor – We swim in a sea of facts, data which will intensify and mutate our experience of the real. Facts used like poison gas. Envy is universal, many-to-many. Its refusal to go away is that of an enemy, or a ghost

Christopher Nosnibor, This Book is Fucking Stupid, Clinicality Press, 2012.


"Christopher Nosnibor’s latest literary assault takes his quest for literary self-annihilation to a new level and poses the question: is this the end of the novel?
Ben and Stuart are old friends. Having known one another since school, they’ve grown up together and remained friends into adulthood. But now into their thirties, their lives have taken very different paths, and they’re now very different people, leading very different lives, following different careers. Ben is a conformist: office job, moderately successful, and teetering on the brink of a premature midlife crisis. Stuart is a rebellious non-conformist, a lifelong student and a writer who sneers at the humdrum and derides ‘corporate sell-outs.’
Ben is tortured by the tedium of his job and struggling with his work / life balance and worries about money and living a life unfulfilled, while Stuart worries about his thesis and living a life unfulfilled and pretends not to care about money. But are they really so very different?
However, true to form, Nosnibor shatters all semblance of continuity to forge a work that stretches what can be considered a novel to breaking point. Identities crumble beneath the weight of self-negating ideas and linear narrative dissolves in a corrosive tsunami of conflicting concepts and contradictory commentaries. This Book is Fucking Stupid is a challenging and labyrinthine work designed to confuse, bewilder and frustrate, as well an beguile, amuse and entertain. This Book may be stupid, or it may be a work of genius. Either way, it’s a book like no other.
Boasting a title that borders on the unmarketable and is guaranteed to be blocked by most retailers, This Book is Fucking Stupid is arguably the very definition of commercial suicide. The narrative form eschews literary conventions such as character development and linear plot progression, and instead focuses on a brief period of stasis in the lives of two friends who are growing apart.
Yet beneath it all is a thought-provoking work that challenges notions of authorship and the distinctions that separate theory, criticism, fiction and memoir, and amongst the rubble there lies a touching tale of friendship and anxiety in the postmodern age of late capitalism and information overload."

First chapters

Christopher Nosnibor, The Plagiarist, Clinicality Press, 2008.

‘THE PLAGIARIST' is no ordinary novel. Picking up where Burroughs left off with his cut-up texts of the 1960s, the narrative of ‘THE PLAGIARIST' is built from the fabric of the everyday, drawing from an infinite array of sources to both reflect and attack contemporary modes of living in a consumerist society, Putting literary theory into practice, ‘THE PLAGIARIST' challenges established notions of authorship and eschews conventional linear narrative for a fragmentary style that serves to bring fiction closer to the realities of perception..."
"Ben is struggling to find his way in postmodern society; lost in a blizzard of information, his very identity is fading. As he struggles to find his way THE PLAGIARIST - a mysterious, soluble character, half-real, half-imaginary, ever constant but never the same - acts as a guide who shows Ben to the edge of the precipice. But can he be trusted? This curious anti-novel may have all the answers... A riot of experimentation, THE PLAGIARIST is an example of contemporary theory in practice, melding Bloom's theories on influence to a series of unreliable or schizophrenic narrators against a backdrop created by Frederic Jameson. With a narrative fabricated from the effluvia of the now, whoch continues the work started by Burroughs and developed by contemporaries like Kenji Siratori, this book demonstrates how postmodern society can cause the individual to lose themselves and the plot."
"An anti-novel–it seems from some cursory research–is a fictional work that in some way evades or opposes the traditional elements of a novel, thus undermining the reader’s expectations. If this is the case, then The Plagiarist (by Christopher Nosnibor, released by Clinicality Press) most certainly fits into that category.
From the blurb you might expect something surreal and confusing, but The Plagiarist goes far beyond the normal levels of weird. Within the books pages you will find thousands of fragmented narrative pieces, ranging from short snippets of fiction, to scrambled copies of spam emails; snatches of dialogue; MySpace comments and extracts from all manner of printed materials. Throughout it all recur the characters of The Plagiarist and Ben, the latter quite literally “lost in a blizzard of information”.
There is little in the way of a clear thread of a story to be followed. Various themes recur throughout, and are explored through the arrangement of a loose collection of bizarre ephemera. Pages of nonsense give way to nuggets of fiction, which are in turn interspersed with adverts for viagra or mixed-up paragraphs from an instruction manual.
The Plagiarist is, by its own admission, an anti-novel, and thus the mindset one might approach an ordinary work of fiction with is less useful here. After struggling for a consistent narrative for ten or twenty pages I found myself starting to skip back and forth though the book, picking up on certain more interesting segments and skimming over others. It reminded me of the way one might look at a painting–absorbing the whole while shifting focus from detail to detail.
In terms of actual content The Plagiarist is at its best when it makes the most sense. There are many fascinating fragments to read; bits and pieces copied or inspired by our lives in the information age. But most of these are submerged in a swamp of nonsense. Here’s an example of one of the less sensical paragraphs:
“The ailed working later than anticipated – how, which frequently time – however hard he worked, and however he budgeted – hid to the premise – however long one aver closely he worked – taking, double it and add ten percent – anticipates something, estimate. Then there was the matter – a more accurate, a good day – or a weekend – it would be a drive home.”
Though these segments provide texture to the book, their presence is often overwhelming. Much like the protagonist, Ben, you may find yourself lost in a swamp of meaningless information. While this kind of narrative involvement is neat in theory, in practice it wears thin fairly quick.
The book raises some interesting ideas about plagiarism, and the themes that run throughout are rendered well by the fragmented narrative. Overall, whether or not you’ll enjoy The Plagiarist depends on how prepared you are to accept the idea of an anti-novel. If you’re not completely on board with chucking out the narrative then you’ll find the Plagiarist frustrating and tiresome. On the other hand, if you can make yourself go along with it, you’ll find a weird, dense, confusing book with a feel much akin to a file bulging with scavenged and carefully arranged artifacts of the information age." - Christopher Frost

"I consider myself a traditionalist when it come to art: I prefer the Romanticists over the Abstract Expressionists, Shakespeare over Theatre of the Absurd, narrative literature over free form poetry. However, it’s negligent to deny the validity of those imaginative statements that don’t conform to our preconceived notions of what art is. In truth, it behooves us to give these innovative art forms the credit they deserve and to provide them with that extra bit of attention required to fully comprehend the objectives of their creators.
In the case of THE PLAGIARIST, it could be dismissed quite readily as a novel lost in style-over-substance. Due to its frantic pace and non-narrative, cut-up stream of consciousness it reads like the work of William Burroughs on steroids. Described by its author, Christopher Nosnibor (that‘s Robinson spelled backwards - hmmm…), as an “anti-novel”, the technique he utilized actually works well in delineating its nihilistic content; it becomes an expression of alienation in a postmodern society inundated by media barrage. Just as the Dadaists once celebrated the same anti-art philosophy embraced by subsequent political anarchists, THE PLAGIARIST proposes that writing is a revelation in and of itself. As one paragraph states: “Writing is, after all, just writing, words are words, laid down and piled up like bricks or building blocks…”
The cut-and-paste presentation of the imagery is done in such a fashion as befits the mood of urban schizophrenia. It also exemplifies the personality of the protagonist, Ben, as well as his search for self-identity and progression towards possible liberation. This method sacrifices form for function in order to tap into the individual reader’s subconscious and to produce its desired subliminal effect through random construction. As a corollary, the characterization of THE PLAGIARIST could be viewed as a non-corporeal projection of Ben’s psyche, one that condones the act of plagiarism itself. Except, unlike the hallucinatory universes of Samuel R Delany or Philip K Dick, the reader is never given enough narrative slack to gravitate to; it becomes impossible to indulge in the literary mirage for any length of time.
Consequently, such a non-linear form of writing demands a different approach to reading it. This calls to mind my first experience viewing the early experimental cinema of filmmakers like Stan Brakhage or Kenneth Anger; it was impossible to comprehend their montage of images in narrative terms. However, the controlled assault upon one’s aural and visual senses seemed to stimulate my sensory awareness in general. As THE PLAGIARIST tells Ben: “You’re thinking in linear terms. But life is not linear. Life is a cut-up.” Nosnibor’s passages are akin to the system overload that most people experience but have become too indifferent to change. In fact, his stylization becomes the perfect vehicle for the nullification of such apathy. This, undoubtedly, is derived from the Surrealist movement whose use of unexpected juxtapositions served to revolutionize human experience by shocking the bourgeoisie out of their ennui, false rationality and restrictive structures.
Personally, I believe that Nosnibor poses a question: can humanity sufficiently evolve to overcome its transformation into a total industrial dystopia or is it already too late? The author even appears to suggest the possibility of a solution or some sort of positive human evolution with lines like: “Desiring machines freed from the body without organs roaming spiraling dancing through space time motion light speed stars moons slivers away. Going there.” Perhaps this book is meant to be taken as a flashback from some futuristic time. At the very least, one can appreciate the inspired lyricism of it all." - Richard Mandrachio

"THE PLAGIARIST is quite possibly the most extreme anti-novel in print, and as such definitely requires a different kind of reading, and certainly an abandonment of traditional expectation. For readers willing to embrace the chaos that is our reality, and for those emancipated and adventurous enough to adapt and evolve their manner of reading, it is also a very rewarding novel – anti, or otherwise.
The influence of William Burroughs, Kenji Siratori and Stewart Home are evident, but this is no mere homage: this raises the levels more than one beyond ten, stamps on all of the pedals, lets the feedback wail uncontrollably, and creates an almighty, and sometimes painful, assault on the reader.
The book does have a beginning, and it does have an ending, and there are characters – Ben (who struggles through the bombardment of information, disinformation, and the mutated and twisted maelstrom of words), and his ‘guide’ or ‘misguider’, THE PLAGIARIST – but beyond this, it is exceptionally uncompromising. Probably thinking in terms of Trout Mask Replica and Bitches Brew, being played simultaneously, may give some indication. It is also frighteningly similar to sitting at one’s desk, subjected to an irate telephone conversation in one ear, an impatient and demanding boss in the other, a background of random phrase from co-workers, a screen filled with urgent emails and bizarre pop-ups, the mobile vibrating incessantly in the pocket, pneumatic drills and fumes flooding through the open window, and the rising anxiety travelling up your spine like a tube train. It is like the onslaught of the 21st Century approaching complete meltdown and system overload, as experienced by apes that have had no time to evolve any kind of coping strategy.
The bulk of the book uses cut-ups of spam emails, written texts (some of which regarding the nature of narrative), advertising, news stories, and, what seem like, snippets of overheard conversation. There is great use of repetition, sometimes mutated slightly, or not so slightly, to propel meaning and chaos. Sentences, and even words, collapse and collide; the already abstracted becomes increasingly more so. Often there is a sense of great alienation from the words – the polar opposite of engaging – sometimes it is distinctly uncomfortable and unpleasant to read – there are times, when looking at the number of pages ahead, it may seem impossible to continue. But back to sitting at the desk – back to our own lives – back to our own personal hell (because although Ben is a character, he is everyman: he is me as I am you as you are me as we are all together): it is hell because there is no escape: there will be four more days to endure this week - there will be thirty more weeks to endure this year – there will be twenty more years to endure, etc – and even in the context of one day, the bombardment at the office will be replaced by the bombardment of conversations on the tube, advertisements, the leakage of music from headphones, etc – and, arriving at the ‘sanctuary’ of home, this will then be replaced by the bombardment of three kids – one screaming, the other asking perpetual questions, another bleeping away at a games consul, the TV blaring (the adverts louder and more obtrusive), etc, etc, etc. Lives and circumstance, of course, may be different, but the background of white noise is no background at all – it is ourselves who are the almost ephemeral background of our own existence; if we have identity or a ‘self’, then mostly we have no time and no peace, in which to discover it.
But although a lot of THE PLAGIARIST is far from an easy ride, there are many blissful moments, where lines from lyrics (some obscure, some not so) fall (pun intended) from the page – like tangents to segments of stored memory that are good (and in the context of the novel, as in the life it echoes, reassuring). There are also many sections where linear and conventional narrative and excerpts are used to great effect, particularly two variations of the same money and information scam, and an advertised vacancy for a Regional Sales Manager. In some ways these sections are like a welcome respite from the chaos and the madness, but also, a very effective reminder that madness is most prevalent in that which is often considered normal and acceptable.
It seems reasonable to me that an anti-novel may require an anti-reader, and there are many approaches that can be taken. One of the lyrics embedded is from Joy Division’s Atrocity Exhibition, and taking guidance from the preface of JG Ballard’s book of the same name – “…simply turn the pages until a paragraph catches your eye [and] if the ideas or images seem interesting scan the nearby paragraphs for anything that resonates in an intriguing way…” – could be one approach. Reading the start and the end in conventional manner, and then rapidly scanning the rest (but still in order – because there are definite patterns to the occasionally mutated repetition – and the subliminal effect will more resemble our real-time assimilation of information), is another.
Even with the most conventional of plot driven novels, each reader will have their own associations and reactions to what they have read, and they will have their own set of values, and understandings (and misunderstandings), which will inform the interpretation, so certainly with THE PLAGIARIST, the relentless bombardment and assault of the senses, and the extremely non-conventional nature, will render interpretations and reactions as varied and as chaotic as life, and the book, itself.
THE PLAGIARIST is not a book you would want to read in bed before sleeping. It is not a book you would want to read from cover to cover in one sitting. And it is not a book that will make Dan Brown revise his approach to writing. But it is a book that could change your approach to reading, and a book that should make you more aware of the world around you, and hopefully less tolerant and accepting of the hell imposed on us all." - pablo vision

"While creating a heading for a book review, I usually consider the first impression I get from the book that I am reviewing. This was pretty difficult for me to do with “The Plagiarist.” When I try to recall my early impressions, my mind gets filled with a variety of topics and feelings. Not one stands out. These thoughts range from “my life on speed,” to “confused,” to “creatively unique.” I also thought of warnings like, “do not read this if you have mental health issues or a headache.”
“The Plagiarist” is truly like no book that I have read before. I still haven’t fully decided if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Somehow, I get the impression that these feelings are what the author strives to get his readers to experience. Really, the word “experience” is a good one to use in reference to this book. Set in post modern times, this book speeds along without a solid plot. It is very reflective of how I see our own lives becoming.
The story shows us how much the media bombards us with information, especially since Spam was created on the Internet. At first, I found myself very confused and rereading several passages; then I realized that the chaos present in these pages is very similar to my own life, especially if I let it get out of hand. In some sections, I was highly entertained and in others I was extremely annoyed. But in the end, when I put it all together, I was very impressed with both the talent and the audacity of the author.
I think that “The Plagiarist” by Christopher Nosnibor would be an excellent novel for a modern fiction class or a reader’s group. It would be very interesting to hear about other people’s views on this book. I also recommend it as a gift for people who will appreciate literature that is uniquely different, or for people that have everything because I can guarantee you, they have nothing like this." - Paige Lovitt


'THE PLAGIARIST' 'interviewed' by 'Eire'

Excerpt:

I did not write this. I’ve done everything in my power to remove myself from the equation, involved writing machines, torn everything up, thrown it into the air and watched the pieces as they fell... there was no escape. Technology is the future of writing – has already taken over – the author is dead: long live the author. In the beginning was the word – but who owned the word? It was already broken down... now all that is left is the rubble of a hundred thousand years of communication, humanity in ruins... the silence, nothing, no-one, only the breeze blowing the echoes of words across the desert... nothing here now but the recordings.
Rust gathers on the manual typewriter, the keys locked in place by time... But what is this...?
Retreat! Retreat! There are no words... no ideas but in things. Hot on the heels of love – raw syntax. A virus devours. New flesh on the end of that long newspaper spoon. The art of THE PLAGIARIST – exit the man with nine lives dying with my boots on. Cut through the mutter line to reveal studies conducted on "aphthous fever" transmitted to humans. Is this – is there – Possible contamination – Belfast – you are fading.
We swim in a sea of facts, data which will intensify and mutate our experience of the real. Facts used like poison gas. Envy is universal, many-to-many. Its refusal to go away is that of an enemy, or a ghost.
The hoisting of the Black Flag signalled the moment we’d all been dreading, the coming of the Great White Death, the beginning of the end... Hands of scar tissue reach out toward him... the words fail and he is lost in a sea of silence. Cut to the chase: Ben is in ruins, his minds starts to wander – a gun to his head and he wonders how much time he has left – Minutes to Go – couldn’t reach flesh – hurry up please it’s time. Ben stood alone – turned to face THE PLAGIARIST in the setting sun... a vicious attack on an honest bystander. There is no explanation so shut up and listen good: You are your own master here...
He turned to face the fading sunlight and cut to the chase – looked down at the picture in his hand, the sepia tint slowly fading... smell of corrosion or that of a ghost. Not sure what’s real any more as dream, memory and the present blur into one vast manuscript in disarray. He bends down and tries to gather the pages. Someone has written the script for him and he must pick up the pieces if he is to learn who he is – reassemble the jigsaw – the last page is missing – the death of my father just an illusion. All the faces look the same to me. Tell me who are you? The beginning is also the end.
This is a bandit's life, it comes and goes.... casts a dead fish eye over the scene as the walls begin to crumble - typewriters gathering dust.... and how are things on the West coast? Society is broken down... reality reduced to nothing but a series of shifting images projected behind the eyes of the masses. Now everything must go... You are fading... everything must go.


"How would you define an anti-novel?
- An anti-novel really defies definition. The established form of the novel has certain characteristics: plot, characters, an identifiable narrator, sequentiality. Even when the plot unfolds through flashbacks, etc., there’s still sequentiality and events are located in time and space. The anti-novel dispenses with all aspects of this conventional model, which is pure artifice anyway. It’s like a choose your own adventure, only it’s choose your own narrative instead.
Appropriately, the term anti-novel isn’t my own: Stewart Home called his non-linear books ‘anti-novels.’ However, ‘THE PLAGIARIST’ is much more extreme in its non-linearity than Home’s work, in that it even dispenses with narrative in large sections.
What inspired you to write The Plagiarist?
- ‘THE PLAGIARIST’ is designed as an absorption of everything, in its totality, so it wouldn’t be entirely unreasonable to say that ‘everything’ inspired it. But I’d been playing with cut-ups and incorporating song lyrics and things in my work for some time, and when I read ‘Bacteria=Syndrome’ by Kenji Siratori I just thought ‘genius,’ and got to work. So that was the catalyst, if not the inspiration. Of course, arguably, I didn’t write ‘THE PLAGIARIST’…
The writing style and construction of The Plagiarist is extremely fragmented and chaotic. How do you think or hope that readers might react to this?
- A lot probably won’t cope with it. I’d anticipate and hope for disorientation, a derangement of the senses. But ultimately, I’d like to think that those who persevere will be rewarded. Creative reading will produce an understanding, it will make sense – in a subjective sort of a way – and new textual possibilities will be revealed.
Also, while indeed fragmented, the construction’s not as chaotic as it may first appear: the phrases recur and evolve in a certain, albeit organic, manner, and there’s a definite rhythm present throughout.
How much of the content of The Plagiarist is copied or paraphrased from other sources? How did you choose what to include?- ‘Other sources’ is hard to define. I cut up a lot of my own writing, some published, some not, some fiction, some essays, and in that sense 99% of it’s from ‘other sources,’ leaving very little specifically written for the text. Excluding my own works, probably about 60% is actually plagiarised and then manipulated in various ways.
Some of the selections were entirely arbitrary, whatever came to hand or was in the news while I was working on it. Obviously I can’t reveal all of the sources, but the second half features extensive sections of ‘Hamlet’ – because it’s so well-known it makes sense to rewrite it, and also because Bloom, the author of ‘The Anxiety of Influence’ (I’m obsessed with ‘influence’) contends that ‘Shakespeare is the canon.’ If this is to be taken at face value, to cut up Shakespeare is thus to cut up the canon. Some may see that as sacrilege, and there’s certainly a degree of nihilism involved. But the avant-garde maxim has always been that to create anew, one must first destroy. So from the ashes or shards of the canon rises…. THE PLAGIARIST, I suppose.
Within fiction in particular do you think it is possible to “own” or “steal” ideas? Is there a difference between copying something and being inspired by it?- I don’t think it’s possible to ‘own’ ideas, and besides, property is theft. I’d include intellectual property in that. Anyone who thinks they’ve created something wholly original is either deluded or hasn’t read enough. If you think you’ve come up with something that’s amazingly brilliant and has never been done before, you can pretty much guarantee that it has, and better.
I think there is a difference between copying and being inspired, although I think it can sometimes be a fine line. As William Burroughs who put the cut-up technique on the literary map observed, ‘imitation is supposed to be the highest form of flattery. Imitation or outright theft.’ The benefits of plagiarising directly is that no-one can accuse you of being a pale imitator. They can of course go after you for copyright infringement, but if the stolen words are placed in a different order, is it really the same anyway? Words are words: there are infinite permutations, and I don’t see how anyone can lay legitimate claim to a given sequence of words. In the postmodern / Internet age, it’s pointless being precious about these things." - Interview at Neon Magazine

"Why I wrote THE PLAGIARIST
I could begin by stating that I didn’t actually write THE PLAGIARIST. In fact, I could claim that I didn’t write it and leave it there, let readers speculate and pick it apart. After all, it’s not called THE PLAGIARIST for nothing. Which is partly why I feel I should provide some kind of an explanation. It’s not like I’ve created a book where people can follow the plot and identify with the different characters. And while the way the book’s assembled makes perfect sense to me given my reading background and my research into literary theory concerning the avant-garde and the postmodern, I’m more than able to see why many readers would find THE PLAGIARIST a ‘difficult’ text.
I tend to have two modes of writing: the first, which accounts for the majority of my output, involves sitting down and typing and seeing what happens. Chances are I’ll start with a short scene and wind up with a 3,000 word short story. Or a novella. It’s happened. The second, an approach I’ve developed more recently, begins when I set myself a specific challenge, involving techniques, themes, word counts or timescales. THE PLAGIARIST was created by the second method.
I’ve long been a fan and student of William Burroughs’ work, and find his cut-up trilogy of the 1960s, which consists of The Soft Machine, The Ticket That Exploded and Nova Express, and the theories surrounding the cut-up method fascinating. Like many others before me, I’ve followed Burroughs’ advice to try cut-ups for myself: ‘cut-ups are for everyone,’ he writes in The Third Mind. I’m in good company. Not only with the many writers who experimented with cut-ups in the late 1960s, but with major-league cult authors like Kathy Acker, who drew heavily from Burroughs’ ideas on a technical level and said that she used The Third Mind as a manual to teach herself how to write. But I never considered putting together a cut-up novel, or publishing a cut-up text until recently.
Quite by chance, I stumbled upon the work of Kenji Siratori and picked up a copy of BACTERIA=SYNDROME. It made me realise that the automated cut-up programs I had found on various websites could be used for more than just tinkering. I figured I could kick out a full-length cut-up novel using these programs in a few weeks. I failed miserably, but did kick out a full-length cut-up novel in about three months from conception to being ready for publication. The reason I failed was because I didn’t want to be as random as all that (although I’m reliably informed that Burroughs and those who followed, including Carl Weissner, Claude Pélieu, Jürgen Ploog, etc., weren’t nearly as haphazard in their approach as may be believed, and weren’t averse to editing, contrary to claims made at the time). First, I wanted to use material that seemed relevant to me and the themes I was wanting to weave through the text. I also wanted to pull some loose semblance of plot into it. And while I was only very light in my editing, I did edit some sections, and completely cut others, for a variety of reasons.
‘Why I wrote THE PLAGIARIST makes me think of the song ‘How I Wrote Elastic Man’ by The Fall. Yes, my mind is given to wandering, and that’s precisely why I wrote THE PLAGIARIST. My aim was to write something that taps into the psyche (now here we go) presenting the substance in a style correspondent with cognitive patterns, which operate by random triggers. People don’t have linear thought processes so why should narrative be subject to the imposition of false order?
I wanted to create a text that contained everything. I didn't want to just give a snapshot of modern society, but to condense the whole of that society into a single book. And I wasn't going to be satisfied with just describing the sensations, the alienation, the confusion, I wanted to recreate it with an intensity that drags on the nerves and screams at the senses. I wanted to produce a work that instils in the reader a sense of overkill, oversaturation, to induce a dizziness and bewilderment. Waking up and being bombarded with news before getting in a car and driving to work where you open your emails to find three dozen spam mails all advertising viagra is one thing - it's overwhelming. Describing the sensation in narrative is, by and large, quite underwhelming. I wanted to overwhelm. I wanted to create a text that provokes a very definite response, that's both physical and psychological. I wanted to create a text that had the capacity to inflict pain.
But more than that, I wanted to create a text that didn't just absorb and reflect our fragmentary culture in a postmodern way, but that amplified it and posed questions about how the individual engages with - or becomes disengaged from - that society, and also the self.
What forms character? So many different elements. We absorb different things from our everyday life, and those things inform our ideas, our opinions. Increasingly, we are what we consume. And we consume information even when we're not aware of it: much 'learning' is subliminal, it's coded. And so I wanted to construct a text that contained the code, so to speak. The code is embedded within the effluvia and detritus of everyday life. It's all around us. It's the TV, the Internet, it's advertising, it's the workplace. It's Shakespeare, apparently. Harold Bloom contends that Shakespeare is not only the most influential author of all time, but that Shakespeare is the Western canon. I'm not convinced, but by taking Hamlet as an Oedipal tale and recontextualising that over Bloom’s Oedipal theory of influence, as put forward in The Anxiety of Influence, I'm exploring the possibility that high culture cross-pollinated with popular culture and infiltrates the awareness of the masses. Which is why I've cut sections of Hamlet with spam emails, news stories, film quotes, song lyrics. These things are the fabric and texture of life. Hence, THE PLAGIARIST is art that reflects life, the goes a step further. It encapsulates life, it IS life. Form and content are inseparable.
But what of plot? Well, arguably life has no definite plot other than a beginning and an end, between which a mess of events happen in a haphazard fashion. And things repeat themselves, like the daily drive or walk or train ride to work. You hear or read the same phrases over and over through the years. So phrases recur throughout the text, sometimes unchanged, sometimes subtly altered or mutated. There is a beginning – or at least a point at which ‘the reader’ joins the journey, and an ending, with proper narrative closure. So in this respect, it’s perhaps not as unconventional as it first seems. There is some structure, and despite the recreation of random triggers, I did actually spend some time on the sequencing of the sections. but that’s only so important: THE PLAGIARIST is not a linear text, ad as such need not be read in a linear fashion, cover to cover. It’s perhaps better to dip in, to choose your own adventure. And perhaps ultimately that’s why I 'wrote' THE PLAGIARIST. What I put into it is only half the story. The other half is down to what the reader brings to the text. As Barthes said, the birth of the reader is at the cost of the death of the author. The author(s) of THE PLAGIARIST is not only dead but cremated, his ashes scattered to the four winds. I hope the readers are feeling creative." - Christopher Nosnibor

Inspiration:
Life, art, literature and a revolutionary zeal conspire to make writing a compulsion, not a mere passtime. Drawing equally on experimental and contemporary fiction, literary theory and music, both mainstream and obscure, I strive to gnaw away at the niceties of modern culture and expose what lies beneath the veneer. This isn't to say that I or my writing lacks humour, it's just prone to being rather dark and absurd, often at the same time. What's my inspiration? Whatever comes my way: I'm a cultural sponge.

Read it at Google Books


THE PLAGIARIST: THE MOVIE

Christopher Nosnibor, Lust for Death,

"Following on from the underground success of his cut-up anti-novel ‘THE PLAGIARIST’ and the limited edition pamphlet ‘A Call for Submission’ in 2008, Christopher Nosnibor will be publishing a short story in A5 pamphlet form in each quarter of 2009. Each will be available in a strictly limited edition of just 25 copies, and will only be available via christophernosnibor.co.uk. ‘Lust for death’ is the first in the series. Pre-orders will be taken from 1st March.
‘Lust for Death’ is the first in a series of limited edition pamphlets published in a quarterly basis through 2009. Across the series, Christopher will explore various themes form a range of angles, and each story will take a very different form from the others. However, the presentation and form will be such as to provide a unified whole in keeping with the idea of the publications forming a series designed to push the parameters of established narrative forms.
‘Lust for Death’ is composed of three short chapters, each chapter in turn consists of three subsections. The first section of each chapter tells the story from the perspective of the first-person narrator around whose death the story is built. The second section of each chapter recounts events through the eyes of one of the lead character’s friends, and thus combines first and third-person narratives. The third section of each chapter tells the story from a third-person authorial standpoint, in which all events are observed from an omniscient place.
On the subject of ‘Lust for Death,’ and its narrative structure Christopher says, ‘I wanted to dig deep into the theme of death. Not just literal death, but metaphorical death, the death of the author and the death of the narrator. But I wanted to keep it succinct and I wanted the form to be radical and challenging. Constructed from three times three narratives, I have named this formula 3x3x3, or Cube narrative. Of course, it will still feature all of my usual trademarks, such as song and lyrical references, strong language and gratuitous sex and violence. Or at least some of the aforementioned. I intend to push my own limits as well as the readers.’”
If Christopher’s previous output has sown us anything, it’s that audiences can expect the unexpected. He recently completed a novella, entitled ‘From Destinations Set’ constructed entirely using dual narrative, and is currently working on a short film based on ‘THE PLAGIARIST,’ which continues to shock, astonish and confound the expectations of readers the world over.
The remaining titles following at three-month intervals.
‘I’ve been there, done that. Nothing touches me any more. I’m not saying I’m some big thrill-seeker or that I’ve lived with wild, reckless abandon, that I’ve done everything. But I’ve done my share of living, seen enough to know what’s what, what goes on, what’s out there, what’s on offer. And experienced enough to know my own limitations. And it’s the ultimate realisation of just how extreme those limitations are that have brought me here. So it’s not that I’ve been pushed too far, but the fact that I can’t push far enough that means I simply cannot take any more.’
So begins ‘Lust for Death,’ a story that follows the final days of Cameron Jones, as told from three different perspectives.
In ‘Lust for Death,’ Nosnibor presents more than just a story, it is a meditation on the great unknown, the obsession few dare to discuss, the one certainty in life: death." - Prlog

Excerpt

Christopher Nosnibor & Stuart Bateman, C.N.N., Lulu, 2011.

"The avant-garde is alive and well... C.N.N., a collaboration between Christopher Nosnibor and Stuart Bateman is a multimedia work which gathers poetry, prose, collage and photography that simultaneously embodies the Postmodern Condition and challenges traditional notions of 'authorship' and 'originality.'

Christopher Nosnibor, From Destinations Set, Clinicality Press, 2010.

"Tim and Anthony are very different people, leading very different lives, following different careers in different cities. Tim is a conformist: office job, moderately successful, and teetering on the brink of a premature midlife crisis. Anthony is a rebellious non-conformist: a writer who sneers at the humdrum and derides 'corporate sell-outs.' But are they really so very different? The two narratives of From Destinations Set trace these characters' activities as they occur in parallel - not only in terms of time, but also literally, with the page divided into two columns with one story in the left, the other in the right. As events and personalities unravel in each of the two separate stories, the similarities, rather than the differences, become apparent. But more than this, as the two plots develop, questions are raised as to precisely who's writing the script: is Tim's dislocation symptomatic of his breakdown, or is there some connection between him and Anthony?"

Christopher Nosnibor, Bad Houses, Lulu, 2007.

"Six short stories. Six houses, all of them bad in various ways. Six different scenarios or states of mind, all thematically connected, in that they each portray snapshots of everyday life. Using searing, lacerating and explosive prose, 'Bad Houses' takes the reader on a roller-coaster journey through the horrors of modern life and the human condition."

"A world in which a mutant hermit surveys the world as it passes outside... brothels full of teenage girls... noisy neighbours, a clash between nu-metal and industrial noise... ultraviolence... smoky bar-rooms... dodgy misanthropic private detectives in a cultural time-warp... bad beer, bad parties and lives devoured by the pace of postmodern society. These are the scenes of Bad Houses, drawn not from some strange parallel universe, but the darker side of real-life, the world we all live in.
The first published collection of short stories by English writer Christopher Nosnibor, Bad Houses is not for the faint-hearted, or the easily offended. His tales explore the darker sides of life in uncompromising terms and using the language of real people. Drawing reference from a vast range of sources, from William Burroughs and Charles Bukowski to extreme electronica terrorists Whitehouse, Nosnibor presents a unique and powerful narrative voice across the six stories within this book. Mainstream it isn’t: accessible, compelling and blackly humorous it is."

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Christopher Nosnibor, Postmodern Fragments: Writings on Work, Technology and Contemporary Living, Clinicality Press, 2008.

'A collection of essays and short works of fiction, all of which share the common themes of life in the (post)modern society. From the cut-and-paste repetitions of 'The Worker' to the thought-provoking social excavations of 'At Home He's a Tourist: Reconsidering the Postmodern Condition,' this captures Nosnibor at his best and is an essential read for anyone with an interest in contemporary fiction and culture. Some of the pieces contained herein have surfaced in various locations on the Internet, ranging from Christopher's blogs to underground e-zines: others are available for the first time here."

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Christopher Nosnibor, The Gimp, Clinicality Press, 2010.

"Subtitled 'Eight Tales of Everyday Horror and Depravity,' the short stories and prose pieces featured in 'The Gimp' are dark, twisted reflections of humanity in all its repulsive grotesqueness."

'With "The Gimp" Nosnibor shakes a jizz-dripping penis over the work of Peter Sotos and raises two fingers coated in faecal matter over the writing of Sade... disturbed and intense writing.' - Dennis Cooper

'Offensive, indecent and embarrassing... this filth should be banned immediately.' Mary Whitehouse

'...arguably Nosnibor's best.' Lucius Rofocale

Clinical, Brutal... : An Anthology of Writing with Guts, Christopher Nosnibor, ed., Clinicality Press, 2011.

"An anthology of poetry and prose that encapsulates the ethos of Clinicality Press and the essence of Clinical Brutality as a mode of writing. Featuring some of the most exciting up and coming writers, as well as a number of more established cult figures, this collection is a short, sharp shock: clinical, brutal, cutting edge. It's all about those small, everyday random acts of violence, not all of which are physical or even necessarily entirely tangible, that are common to us all, written in blood using direct, precise and powerful language. This is writing for the post-CSI generation. It's not for the faint-hearted. Features: Pablo Vision / Kestra Faye / Jim Lopez / Radcliff Gregory / Díre McCain / Stewart Home / A.D. Hitchin / Christopher Nosnibor / Richard Kovitch / Lee Kwo / S. F. Grimm / David Mark Dannov / D M Mitchell / Jock Drummond / Lucius Rofocale / Stuart Bateman / Karl van Cleave / Vincent Clasper / Constance Stadler / Bill Thunder / Christopher Bateman / Simon Phillips / Maria Gornell"

"Christopher Nosnibor says his goal in devising the term clinical brutality is to account for every day acts of violence recounted with crisp and factual language. His desire to invigorate contemporary writing with a new and raw edge is commendable and he attempts to prove his vision with this collection of prose and poetry by 28 authors who he considers as having a solid sting. So there's no confusion caused by the slick cover design splattered with blood, this is not a collection of crime, vampire, sci-fi, or over-the-top gore stories. These are works driven by a raw edginess arising from a world of violence and fragmentation that the authors are seemingly trying to comprehend. Nosnibor writes, "There is no extrinsic, universal or even wider commonality, no synchronization, no organization, no coordination." As with many anthologies, the works vary widely in style and precision.
We witness individuals trapped in aggravating, claustrophobic lives whose only response is to brutally lash out. People reach their breaking point and frequently their point is breaking people. Pablo Vision's wonderful The Battlefield of Carnivores, presents a man who writes about killing his father in a world where one tyranny replaces another. His character writes to forget, writes to remember, and writes to figure out what is real. He says, "I have difficulty concentrating, but I write when I can. I fear that I will never be able to assemble any of this into coherency." Díre McCain describes a nagging wife who says little but who sparks nasty interior monologues in the head of her henpecked husband in the delightfully horrifying Papanicoloa Test: A Grand Guignol. As readers can imagine, I can't explain this title nor will I quote many passages from the book in a general audience forum such as this. Nosnibor's Into the Earth is a strong literary piece reminiscent of Beckett or Céline in which lines compound upon lines almost abstractly, each section adding facets to a dense pondering of the losing battle called living. It's the exception. Most of the stories are entirely straightforward and accessible, albeit not the type your granny would enjoy unless she packs a .57 magnum and boils rats for breakfast.
Think of the sort of stories one finds posted on zines and you'll get a sense of the general stylistic range. Lee Kwo, David Mark Dannov, and Constance Stadler each deserve mention for outstanding contributions of poetry. Kwo in particular struck me as fitting and expanding Nosnibor's vision. In his bio he explains of wanting to aspire "to the post digital forming strange new becomings/ word becomes noise again" and I believe he succeeds. It is perhaps ironic that at its best this clinical, brutal writing can, in many instances, be cynical, beautiful writing." - Christopher Willard

"Clinical, Brutal… embodies the manifesto of Clinicality Press: “…the concept of ‘clinical brutality,’ i.e. those everyday acts of violence recounted crisply, factually and using technical rather than literary flourishes.” This is certainly not a ‘literary’ collection, although some of the better stories do contain elements of literary insight.
The collection, edited by Christopher Nosnibor, makes me think of that moment when you flip a coin and it hangs in the air, spinning, its landing side unknown. The reader is unsure as to whether each story is going to be good or not so good–they might as well be flipping a coin to decide. The only thing to do is to plunge in, sliding effortlessly through the smears of blood and juicy ropes of gore to the heart of the story. Sometimes your efforts will be rewarded, and sometimes not. Work by Pablo Vision, Díre McCain, A. D. Hitchin and S. F. Grimm are almost certainly going to reward the reader. The others, not so much.
It’s not that the stories themselves are bad. They’re not. It’s two things, really:
1. Spelling mistakes. I cannot abide them, and there is no excuse for them.
2. Peppered between the better stories, written by the people listed above, are stories that smack of the juvenile. I don’t know if this was the intention of the editor to include works by younger authors or if it was just including badly written stories. This is not to say that younger authors write badly–it’s more that the stories in Clinical, Brutal… are not honed to within an inch of their life.
It could be that I am extremely bourgeois and only like ‘literary’ fiction. I do, however, appreciate gratuitous gore, junkies, sadistic sex and death by machine gun…and in that department this collection never let me down.
If you’re looking for something sharp, something shocking, or for things that go bump in the night, read this." - Jessica Maybury

"This is a nauseating and very surreal collection of short stories and poems that captured my attention from the front cover, to the very last page. The front cover is stark white with blood spatter. The contributors to this collection are Christopher Nosnibor, Pablo Vision, Kestra Faye, Jim Lopez, Radcliff Gregory, Díre McCain, Stewart Home, A.D. Hitchin, Richard Kovitch, Lee Kwo, S.F. Grimm, David Mark Dannov, D M Mitchell, Radcliff Gregory, Jock Drummond, Lucius Rofocale, Stuart Bateman, Karl van Cleave, Vincent Clasper, Constance Stadler, Bill Thunder, David Mark Dannov, Simon Phillips, and Maria Gornell. There are clearly many authors and poets who have added their vision to this collection, and each one of them has a different voice and style. Some of the authors are established in this genre, and some of them are new; however, all of the authors are very skilled writers, and their styles of writing are very unique. Some of the stories are very short, some are longer, and some almost seem like they are going to be a “normal” story, but then they turn into a nightmare before you know it. There were several times that I felt like I was going to hurl while reading this book, but I didn’t want to discount it. I think it is a worthwhile read, if you can stand it. It gives you a glimpse into a world filled with violence and brutality, but doesn’t offer you the usual explanation. In these stories, violence and brutality simply exist, and they happen sometimes without reason or explanation.
I won’t include an example of the writing in this collection, because each author has a different writing style and all of the stories are very unique and it wouldn’t represent the book as a whole. Each story in “Clinical, Brutal… An Anthology of Writing with Guts” functions on its own, and I recommend reading them each separately. Reading the whole book in one sitting is overwhelming and really messes with your head. I recommend this book with hesitation; I really don’t know what kind of person would enjoy it." - Victoria Gonzales

Christopher Nosnibor, His ‘n’ Hers (pdf)

Christopher Nosnibor's web page