Another Way of Telling

ISBN: 0679737243
ISBN 13: 9780679737247
By: John Berger Jean Mohr

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"There are no photographs which can be denied. All photographs have the status of fact. What is to be examined is in what way photography can and cannot give meaning to facts." With these words, two of our most thoughtful and eloquent interrogators of the visual offer a singular meditation on the ambiguities of what is seemingly our straightforward art form.   As constructed by John Berger and the renowned Swiss photographer Jean Mohr, that theory includes images as well as words; not only analysis, but anecdote and memoir. Another Way of Telling explores the tension between the photographer and the photographed, between the picture and its viewers, between the filmed moment and the memories that it so resembles. Combining the moral vision of the critic and the pratical engagement of the photgrapher, Berger and Mohr have produced a work that expands the frontiers of criticism first charged by Walter Benjamin, Roland Barthes, and Susan Sontag. 

Reader's Thoughts

Cynthia Davidson

Picked this up from time to time as it stayed on my nightside table till I'd finished it. Visual culture is a minefield & it is instructive to have someone coaching you on your own process of seeing...


ImmaginiQuesto libro, dono di una carissima amica, mi segue... anzi mi sta accanto, da diversi mesi ormai. E' lì appoggiato per terra vicino al letto ed ogni tanto la sera, tra un romanzo e l'altro o comunque quando ne sento la voglia, lo riprendo in mano e leggo o rileggo qualcosa. Ci sono brani o meglio, "immagini" che ho letto e riletto più volte e che rileggerò ancora, perché mi affascinano e mi commuovono e non saprei neanche dire perchè: un gattino completamente bianco, la foto di cinque operai turchi, un dipinto di Rembrandt... due corpi che fondendosi in un abbraccio definitivo si decompongono.


You are home. Language is home. Where is home? Who are you? which language? No wonder the displacement. No wonder feeling lost. Loved some passages. loved the pain of reading them. loved the pain of leaving them...


Ho davvero stima di Berger ma ho trovato questo volume troppo frammentario e pretenzioso. Ho pensato che forse bisogna essere innamorati o perlomeno non completamente disillusi per apprezzarlo in pieno, riproverò in tempi migliori.

Mark Sperry

Lovely, insightful, comforting.


A gorgeous little book that manages to seamlessly blend the emotional and the intellectual, shifting from poetry to narrative to essay. I can't help but think Berger was writing in the style of a blog long before the form existed.

Jane French

Left me breathlessly wanting more poetry to read. Wanting to look around and see everything anew.


this was my first book of Berger's and still the one i love the most. his passions illuminate my own, or open me up to new ones. it is a combination of poetry and prose that mirrors those elements in everyday experience, everyday willingness to experience as fully as my own day to day i wander in and out of the past, the lines of reference and connection sometimes so demanding and yet so ephemeral i wonder if everyone lives this way and how do we bear it?berger articulates the music of time, space, objects, people and the chords we are part of.i could not be more grateful


There is someone who recommended this book to me, who I sometimes feel stands from me across an unbridgeable gulf of love and loss. Reading this book, I imagined us reading it facing each other from opposite sides of the world. This book was pretty beautiful and certainly thought-stirring, and it also made me feel very alone.


l'amore, si sa, spesso è irrazionale. e io di questo libro mi sono follemente innamorata solo guardando la copertina (quello che c'è dentro- non è da meno)


What I can say will not do this justice, especially as it's been a couple months, but I loved every brilliant fragment. I'm especially fond of the poem on page 50 or so.

Gary McDowell

Rensch recommends. Library?


Perhaps lilac is the most abundantly feminine of flowers. It came from Eastern Europe and was imported into the West in the sixteenth century. A Slav flower.Among the mountains here, the lilac trees flower at the time when the first cuckoos sing. Cuckoos and lilac come as a pair. The cuckoo is pure impudence. Later when he falls silent after mating, he eats grubs and caterpillars-even those which are poisonous for other birds-with impunity.The scent of the lilac, you once said, is not far from the smell of cows in the stable. Both are smells of peace and procrastination.The days are becoming long, and in the evening I sit in the kitchen reading without a light. On the windowsill is a jug with a flowering branch of lilac, which I cut in a friend’s garden. It is pale purple, the color of a much-washed ultramarine blue shirt….….The walls of the house are thick, for the winters are cold. On the window embrasure, close to the windowpanes, hangs a shaving mirror. As I look up now, I see reflected in the mirror a sprig of the lilac branch: each petal of each tiny flower is vivid, distinct, near, so near that the petals look like the pores on skin. At first I do not understand why what I see in the mirror is so much more intense than the rest of the branch which, in fact, is nearer to me. Then I realize that what I am looking at in the mirror is the far side of the lilac, the side fully lit by the last light of the sun.Every evening my love for you is placed like that mirror."

David Schaafsma

A first read of a great book that I think on subsequent readings will get even more important for me. A letter to a lover, a meditation in the way of Spinoza or other non-Rationalist philosophers, on art, love, language, poetry, photography, politics, art.... with sections on favorite artists like Carvaggio, and interspersed through it are poems, pretty wonderful poems. I'll keep this one by my bedside and add to this review as I read and reread and reflect. Much of what i appreciate about the book is its multi-genre approach, to weave philosophical reflections with stories with poetry. Why not?


Weaving between prose and poetry, John Berger manages to get to the heart of love, distance, and loss. An amazing read. At least monthly, I pick it up to reread my favorite parts.

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