“Unremarkable” Characterizes William Bibbiani’s “Review: Gravity”
By Eugenius Antonius, Senior Critic
William Bibbiani doesn’t utterly fail in his “Review: Gravity.” He simply doesn’t add enough to the body of work to stand out, resulting in a reasonable analysis that won’t reach an audience that desires more.
It’s a profound experiment, searching for the message that happens to simultaneously simplify an undecipherable experience and preserve its complexity. The tall order is attempted by Bibbiani, but the result is mixed.
A focus on the author takes the reader out of the first movement of this rather reasonable, enjoyable work—it distracts from the main thrust of the piece. The goosebumps of the stronger movements are counterbalanced (quenched, even) against the “why.”
The question belongs to the creator rather than the reader. A real miss.
A funny thing happens when the author intrudes on his work. It ceases to become timeless and imperative. It reduces the piece to the here-and-now temporal, precluding the possibility of any lasting impression.
In the end Review: Gravity doesn’t offer anything above and beyond the average reader’s experience. Rather, it dwells inordinately on the fashions of its creator, rather than revealing him in its creativity or suspending his touch in ignonimous retreat.
In this world, anything less than remarkable is bad. “Not awful” isn’t an appropriate excuse. Bibbiani’s work deserves an award for effort among the middling, forgetful efforts that inhabit the purgatory of the Not-Quites.