Studio

REMEMBERING CHRIS MARKER


ADAM BARTOS and COLIN MacCABE

With an Introduction by BEN LERNER


“A beautiful portrait from which the subject has gone missing … at once a poignant personal reminiscence and the finest appraisal I’ve read of Marker’s poetics and politics … Studio is an experiment with montage, with dynamism and stillness.” —Ben Lerner, from the Introduction

“A fitting tribute to a filmmaker keen on materiality.” —Hyperallergic


Buy This Book

 

Hardcover: $40/£32
add to cart

FAQs and shipping information

About the Book

Chris Marker, who died in 2012 in his home city of Paris, was a celebrated writer, photographer and documentary film director. Best known for his films La Jetée, A Grin Without a Cat, and Sans Soleil, he was described by fellow filmmaker Alain Resnais as “the prototype of the twenty-first-century man.”

In this highly original homage, Adam Bartos’ exquisite photographs of Marker’s studio, a workspace both extraordinarily cluttered and highly organized, appear alongside a moving reminiscence of his friend by the film theorist and practitioner Colin MacCabe. The physical structure of the book, incorporating a concertina of images, echoes Marker’s own commitment to radical, innovative form. The result is a compelling homage to one of the most important and original talents in modern cinema.

Publication May 18, 2017 • 58 pages • Illustrated in color throughout, including 8 gatefolds
Hardcover ISBN 978-1-682190-80-7

About the Authors

adam bartos author photo

Photograph © Robert McSween

Adam Bartos is a New York-based photographer whose previous books include International Territory: The United Nations, 1945—95, Kosmos: A Portrait of the Russian Space Age and Darkroom. He has been shortlisted for the prestigious Prix Pictet.

colin maccabe author photo

Photograph © Ben Gold

Colin MacCabe is an academic, writer and film producer. He has published books on a variety of subjects, including Jean Luc Godard, James Joyce and T.S. Eliot, and has produced many films, among them Young Soul Rebels, The Seasons in Quincy, and Caravaggio. He is currently distinguished professor of English and film at the University of Pittsburgh.

ben lerner author photo

Ben Lerner has received fellowships from the Fulbright, Guggenheim, and MacArthur Foundations, among other honors. He is the author of three books of poetry (The Lichtenberg Figures, Angle of Yaw, and Mean Free Path) and two novels (Leaving the Atocha Station and 10:04). His most recent book is the monograph, The Hatred of Poetry.

Read an Excerpt

Visiting rue Courat

Colin MacCabe

It was early 2002 and people still used answering machines rather than mobile phones. The recording clicked in and an extraordinary voice that sounded as if it had been mechanically produced asked the caller to leave a message “if you have something interesting or amusing to say”. I was already nervous that I was cold calling Chris Marker, legendary recluse and indeed general artistic legend. My anxiety intensified and I started to stutter out my message. “I am in Paris and I have a VHS copy of a film called The Magic Face and…” The receiver was picked up (I learned later that Chris screened all his calls) and a very human voice said, “You are the Messiah”. I have never been more startled by any single sentence addressed to me.

If I was the Messiah then John the Baptist was Tom Luddy. It was a few days earlier that I had seen Tom in Berkeley and asked him if he could get me an introduction to Marker. “I have the perfect calling card”, he said. “Chris has been looking for a copy of a film called The Magic Face for 50 years and I have just found a poor VHS copy. Here – deliver it.” And deliver it I now did. Marker said that he would be in the Latin Quarter, where I was living, the next Tuesday but his enthusiasm for the film was so overpowering that I insisted that I would bring it immediately to him. His instructions were both precise and disorienting. I had to go to a Metro station I had never heard of, cross under a disused railway I had never seen, walk down a narrow street, the rue Courat, find a huge house with an array of bells and names. Then I was to choose the bell without any name and ring three times.

The Metro was Maraichers and over the next decade I was to come to know it and that part of the 20th arrondissement well. No tourist has ever set foot there and it corresponds to none of the conventional pictures of Paris but with its completely mixed and relatively poor population it is as good an image of contemporary France profonde as you can find. But that first day it was terra incognita. As I stood at the door of the house I wondered if I had wandered into a parallel universe.

Of course I had and in time I would feel at home there. But, for now, I felt extremely uncomfortable and slightly terrified as I waited for the door to open. Everybody knew Marker’s name (although Marker wasn’t his real name) but unlike almost any other twentieth century name there was no accompanying image. I had no idea what to expect. Suddenly, bounding down the steps came what at very first impression was a huge and agile monkey. Indeed I wouldn’t have been surprised if there had been a long and bushy tail to go with the completely bald head. Certainly he bounded back up the stairs with long agile leaps leaving me, thirty years his junior, toiling in his wake.

And then we were in his studio …

In the Media