All of This Unreal Time

What would you say if you had one ideal chance to speak yourself, to make a language that spoke across time to those you have loved, to those you have wronged, to all those countless human and non-human lives that have intersected and impacted on yours, with or without your knowledge? MAX PORTER'S All of This Unreal Time takes this idea—the poetic concept of ‘perfect speech’—and turns it into a wild, psycholodelic apology rant. Moving with Porter’s peerless linguistic skill between a single speaker’s self-lacerating ‘apology’ to an excavation of family trauma, late-capitalist guilt and rage and the shame that attends—that must attend—modern masculinity. All this is, of course, handled with the usual slipperiness and smarts—where nothing is quite as it seems, pregnant with its opposite, a shape-shifting tour-de-force of voice and concept from our most exciting contemporary writer.