the marvelously loony imagination of man
by Douglas Messerli
J. Rodolfo Wilcock
La singogaga degli iconoclasti
(Milano: Adelphi, 1972), translated from the Italian with an Introduction by
Lawrence Venuti as The Temple of the Iconoclasts (San
Francisco: Mercury House, 2000)
His Argentine
writer friends affectionately called him "Johnny." But in the late
1940s, Wilcock increasingly grew repulsed by the Perón dictatorship, and in
1954 traveled to England, working as a commentator for the BBC and as a
translator. He returned briefly to Argentina, but in 1957 left the country for
Italy.
There, in
Rome, he began to publish works in Italian; in 1962 he moved to Lubriano, north
of Rome, and over the next decade produced fifteen books in Italian of all
genres, including the 1973 homoerotic novel, I due allegri indiani (A
Couple of Gay Indians). His name, now associated with Alberto Moravio, Elsa
Morante, Tommaso Landolf, and Pier Paolo Pasolini, was made famous in Italy, in
part, by the 1972 publication of The Temple of Iconoclasts.
This book
consists of numerous histories of basically unknown crackpots, theorists,
scientists, inventors, and philosophers whose ideas were either absurd or
ridiculously out of sync with rational science. These include figures such as
André Lebran, the inventor of the pentacycle, or the five-wheeled bicycle;
Charles Piazzi-Smyth, who was convinced threat the Egyptian pyramids were
originally encased in white limestone blocks, "cut so finely as to be
virtually seamless," and that the base of the great pyramid, divided by
the width of a casing stone, equaled exactly the number of days in a year; or
Klaus Nachtknecht, who believing in the healing powers of radium, encouraged
the sale of radioactive soap and planned luxury spas to treat his customers to thermal
waters and mud baths that were radioactive. John Cleves Symmes, Cyrus Reed
Teed, and Marshall B. Gardner all believed, in different ways, that the core of
the earth was hollow and not only effected the surface of the earth but
internally consisted of beings and plants such as the mammoths discovered in
Siberia and The Eskimos, who came from the interior. The book is filled with
such ludicrous ideas that one can only marvel at Wilcock's imagination and—when
one discovers that some of his figures were based on real beings (Piazzi-Smyth
and the Hollow Earth theorists, for example, truly existed)—the marvelously
loony imagination of man.
Los Angeles,
2000
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