Jordan Castro's Muscle Man: Embodied Literature

“Words are parasites of reality, which have become so engorged with reality’s blood so as to seem, to that ugly French nothing-master’—he grinned—‘like the only real thing, but they are nothing more than a mirage.”

— Jordan Castro, Muscle Man

To be alive is to be an abomination.

⁠Jordan Castro⁠’s efforts toward an “embodied literature” continue in his sophomore novel, ⁠Muscle Man⁠, a claustrophobic, mortifying, and bizarrely liberating assault on subject and subjectivity seen through the eyes of a fitness-obsessed academic, Harold, whose desire to build himself up in the gym serves as an alibi for his all-encompassing drive towards annihilation—of his inner monologue, of the cloistered space/time it references, and of interiority’s parasitic, omnipresent vehicle: language itself. As Harold undertakes a series of mundane but consuming tasks, culminating with a gym session in which Body and Mind fuse into a transcendent unity, we see him extricated from a labyrinth of neuroses to enter a state of Bataillian negation, equidistant to cosmic horror and Divinity. In this week’s podcast, we read an excerpt from Muscle Man, keenly attuned to Harold’s—and perhaps Castro’s—self-effacing project(s).

This podcast is a presentation of ⁠The Meow Library⁠. 


Jordan Castro’s ⁠Muscle Man ⁠is available for purchase through Penguin Random House.

You can read a preview of Muscle Man below.