Monday, August 20, 2007

Steve Almond: My Life in Heavy Metal: Stories

My Life in Heavy Metal is a dozen stories about sex and love, being together and standing apart. Almond has a wonderfully strong and pungent voice. Some of the stories are excellent, some are duds; several have stuck with me. Well worth the read.

In the best of the collection, Almond truly inhabits his characters. Not only the protagonist, and not only the male characters; he also writes secondary characters who matter. The lively characters are the key to these stories in which, as Almond says, "What they do, and quite vigorously, is have sex and suffer heartbreak."

I really like that Almond uses sex to develop characters. In his stories, a sex scene or an emotional discussion doesn't halt the action; it's a means to explore conflict, to move the story forward. However, the earthiness of the stories gets strong reactions. Almond says his early reviews included headlines like "A Pervert Among Us" (NY Times Book Review, Apr '02), and "How Low Will He Go?" (Us, Jan '03).

The stories

Heavy Metal, Run Away My Pale Love, and Body in Extremis share a protagonist, a callow twentysomething who initially has his cake and eats it too. Some ten years later, he gets his just desserts. (Thank you, Steve Almond, for making your characters face their various assitudes. That twist provides an extra layer of development that's sometimes missing in short stories.)
Among the Ik
A widower feels his loneliness at a family gathering. A surprisingly touching story of loss.

Geek Player, Love Slayer
Almond creates a 30-something female journalist with a rapid cadence and a flip, hip way with words. Despite the irreverent, one-of-the-guys persona, she's vulnerable. She poses a good question, too, adding a dimension of social commentary:
How did Computer Guy become the Lifeguard of the decade? How did the mild-mannered Systems Manager morph into an omnipotent Geek Player, Love Slayer?
GP,LS is a favorite in the collection. Not because the protagonist is a woman (though Almond writes a great woman), or because I've experienced the pseudo-intimacy of the Geek Player crouching between my knees under my desk. From the first sentence the language makes me smile. Almond's sometimes rude, always lively narrative voice is especially strong here, even over the top in places. And despite its familiar plot, the story is meticulously structured to make for a satisfying resolution.

The Last Single Days of Don Viktor Potapenko
A 19-year-old would-be rebel meets a number of characters who genuinely live outside the conventions he grew up with. Among the least emotionally hooky stories in the collection.

The Law of Sugar
A strange little interlude between a librarian in a bar, a crank and his sister, and a... pack of feral dogs? Is this a shaggy dog story? It has all the makings, including the inconclusive ending. Enjoyably weird.

The Pass
A collection of ships passing in the night. Some good passages, some mawkish. Two strangers stranded at an airport.* A blind date. A bar pickup. Two gay soldiers far from home.
A man in a bar makes a pass at a woman. It's not a good era for passes, but he's giving it his all.
I enjoyed some of it very much, but the self-conscious pronouncements really got up my nose.
*This setup gave me déjà vu until I remembered Anne McCaffrey's Stitch in Snow. It even involves the Denver airport.

Moscow
Three pages of memories, of a phone call to Moscow and a factory tour in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Too oblique for me.

Valentino
A teenage boy spends the summer before college thinking about his status low in the social order. His train of thought is altered by a tale of Rudolph Valentino's emergence from overlooked to beautiful, from obscure to legendary.

How to Love a Republican
Two lobbyists--one for the left, one for the right--try for love without politics. He's deeply depressed over the lingering end of the 2004 presidential race; she's elated, energized, aware her party is taking her places. He wants to discuss their differing ideologies; she's deeply suspicious of the word, and perhaps of the whole conversation. Can they, and should they, go on?

Even the couple's sex life is mediated by their politics:
The female sex was, in political terms, the equivalent of the inner city: a dark and mysterious zone, vilified by the powerful, derided as incapable of self-improvement, entrenched and smelly. Going down on a woman was a dirty business, humiliating, potentially infectious, best delegated to the sensitivos of the Left.

I relished the act, which I considered to be what Joe Lieberman would have termed, in his phlegmy rabbinical tone, a mitvah. It required certain sacrifices. The deprivation of oxygen, to begin with. A certain ridiculousness of posture; cramping in the lower extremities. One had to engage with the process. There were no quick fixes.

Pornography
A vignette on women, violence, and men who are mesmerized by the two.

Interesting reading

Steve Almond on Moby Lives:
I view plot, most centrally, as a mechanism by which our heroine is forced to face her deepest fears and desires.
Bookslut has a great interview of Almond:
Why do you think so many authors have trouble writing sex scenes?

I don't know. I love it. I think it's, well, I don't know. It's hard to do, I guess. I think of it as… not easy, but you've got a lot to work with. You can talk about all of the senses, and it's a very emotional experience. I think it's in my work a lot because emotionally it's very extreme. It's a very vulnerable state, and I'm kind of an emotion junkie.

I know the culture at large is still stuck at the age 11 or 13 when it comes to sexuality. Everyone is so freaked out about it, even if they're "liberated." People are so fearful of their own desires that it becomes prurient, that sex doesn't feel very emotional to me. Sex in Hollywood movies seems so not hot. Porn is so stupid and terrible. You know what there isn't enough of is good, emotional, sensual writing, filmmaking, music. There just isn't enough of it, period. It's not just writers who struggle with that.
For Nerve, Almond's also written a 12-step program for writing sex scenes (including "sometimes sex is funny" and "Do not allow real people to talk in porn clichés"), and adjudicated a Bad Erotica contest. I'm sure that porn connotation will stick with him for a while, despite his other gig as pro blogger Baby Daddy.

Almond's received some attention for his nonfiction book Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America. I'm currently reading his collaborative epistolary novel with Julianna Baggott, Which Brings Me To You: A Novel in Confessions.

Overall grade for the collection: variable.... A few stories showed such an unique voice that I'll call it an A-.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Olivia Judson: Dr Tatiana's Sex Advice to All Creation

Evolutionary biologist Olivia Judson assumes the breezily reassuring persona of Dr. Tatiana, sex columnist to the wild kingdom. The variety of examples is fabulous and provocative, and the tone is readable but packed with information. I foresee this book becoming a favorite reference.

Judson does particularly well at updating some old-fashioned ideas of sex characteristics, evolution, and mate selection. At the same time, she's careful not to over-extrapolate from animal behaviors to humans. Reassuringly, she also refrains from generalizing between closely-related animal species.

I'll just highlight a few of the ways that Dr. Tatiana sheds a delightful light on relationships--particularly as applied to the romance genre, where much sex is to be found:

  • The nonstop screw:
    • (i) Regency rake or alien abduction?
    • (ii) Ten weeks and four inches!
  • Ejection contraception
  • Damn that deodorant
  • Threesomes, m/m, and infertility
  • An egalitarian chastity belt

The nonstop screw (i). Regency rake or alien abduction?

All those fictional Regency rakes whose lives are a 24/7 tour de screw? Probably infertile.
Even rams, who supposedly hold sperm reserves for ninety-five ejaculations (a typical man holds enough for one and a half) soon find their sperm counts going into freefall. After six days of sex, the sperm in a ram's ejaculate can fall from more than ten billion to less than fifty million--a threshold below which he'll have a hard time impregnating anybody.
Regency miss: He was my one and only; I was his 54th girl that week. I gave him my innocence; he gave me a baby.
Kindly brothel owner: That rake? I don't think so. Odds of him knocking you up: between 1 in 33 and 1 in 20 if he were fresh... but after 54 times this week, um... 1 in 8,000. Odds of intelligent alien life: 1 in 100. That baby's 80 times more likely the spawn of an alien abduction than a duke's illegitimate heir.

The nonstop screw (ii). Ten weeks and four inches!

"You’re the best I’ve ever had" and "I'm so into you, I want sex 24/7". I hear those a lot. Doesn't everyone who reads fiction?

And then there are those marathon bouts of passion: see how virile he is! how happy they are! Surely at some point someone gets sore or sleepy? But maybe the marathon isn't sex or love, it's a claim.
Dear Dr. Tatiana,
My name’s Twiggy, and I’m a stick insect. It’s with great embarrassment that I write to you while copulating, but my mate and I have been copulating for ten weeks already. I’m bored out of my skull, yet he shows no sign of flagging. He says it’s because he’s madly in love with me, but I think he’s just plain mad. How can I get him to quit?
--Sick of Sex in India


Twiggy, your suspicions are half right. Your paramour is mad… with jealousy. By continually copulating he can guarantee that no one else will have a chance to get near you. It's a good thing he's only half your length, so he's not too heavy to carry about.

Ejection contraception

The chicken technique sounds handy but inaesthetic. "That was nice, honey... *splut*." The loogie effect is sure to make an already-awkward moment worse.
Caribbean reef squids males place packets of sperm anywhere on the female’s head or tentacles. The female either moves the sperm packet to her sperm storage organ… or she picks it off and throws it away.... Farmyard chicken females who copulate with a male low in the pecking order are likely to eject his sperm as he dismounts.

Damn that deodorant

Spontaneous abortions are more likely when couples match at particular MHC genes…. In a number of "smelly T-shirt" experiments people consistently prefer the smells of those whose genes… are different from their own.
Does beer breath work the same way? Some guys smell delish with a pint in them. Some are too rank to share a cab with.

Threesomes, m/m, and infertility

Wouldn’t this change the dynamics of a threesome! And it’s a whole new motivation for male/male sex; in a sense any partner can impregnate any other, regardless of gender.

On top of that, Dr Tatiana says 10-20% of infertile couples are healthy but a poor genetic match. In this scenario, they might not need to find a surrogate mother; they could just find hubby a boytoy.
Dear Dr Tatiana,
My name’s Rob, and I’m a bedbug,
Xylocoris maculipennis. I’ve read that if I have sex with my friend Fergus, he’ll deliver my sperm when he next has sex with Samantha. Is this for real?
--Making Mischief between the Sheets


...The claim is that… sperm injected into another male will migrate through his body and arrive in his gonads…. It’s possible—-but it’s unlikely.

An egalitarian chastity belt

In Moniliformis dubius (tiny spiny-headed worms),
When a male mates with a female… he finishes off by capping her genitalia with a chastity belt made of a kind of cement…. Males aren’t shy about cementing up each other either: by applying cement to another guy’s genitals, they prevent the other guy from copulating.
OK, it still sucks.

Crusader, on his way out the door: Before I go, make sure you can pee. If you’re stuck, I’ll pick up some solvent.
Long-suffering wifey: Isn’t this overkill? You're taking all the men with you.
Crusader: Last time I came home, you'd named a kitchen pestle Rodney the Ever-Ready. No more of that!

More, more, more

I enjoyed Dr Tatiana, and I foresee referring to her columns frequently in future. The variety of examples is fabulous, and I found the tone well balanced and only anthropomorphic in the most humorous way. On the science side, Judson does well at not over-extrapolating from animal behaviors to humans. Reassuringly, in a number of places she also refrains from generalizing between closely-related animal species. From the general tone and the detailed footnotes, Dr Tatiana feels solidly based in experimental data and theory.

As an advice columnist, Judson is nonjudgmental, if a little on the brisk side. On topics where she might easily have heckled like Jerry Springer, instead her commonsensical replies evoke Dr. Phil and Ann Landers. If I were, say, a Lamprologus ocellatus from Lake Tanganyika, I wouldn't hesitate to seek Dr Tatiana's advice.

Judson has a lot of quotes and interesting press on drtatiana.com. Also Snow, on The Only True Magic, says Dr. Tatiana won an American Library Association award; the other awardees look interesting.

Grade: A

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Monday, June 11, 2007

Mary Gordon: Spending; A Utopian Divertimento

Spending is a fascinating book. Art, sex, love, and money are inextricably woven together in the protagonist's mid-life struggles.

Monica Szabo is in her 50s, divorced, with grown children, and responsible only to herself. For years she's taught art and taken care of a family rather than full-time creating art. What would it take to truly throw herself into the artist's life?

A sugar daddy.

It's a great premise, and Gordon explores it thoughtfully. At the start of the book Monica gives a talk at a friend's gallery. Mid-talk, she takes an unplanned detour. This quote gives a sense of her ironic voice:
Sometimes, when I'm in the middle of going for the big laugh, or the next big laugh, the wave crashes and I look around me and see only flotsam and jetsam: old condoms, Tampax holders, empty bags saying Cheetos or Made in Taiwan. But that wasn't happening. The wave wasn't even beginning to crash. So I said, "You know, folks, there's a tradition that male painters get to take advantage of: the woman who's a combination model, housekeeper, cook, secretary. And of course she earns money. And provides inspiration. All over the world, girls are growing up dreaming of being the Muse for some kind of artist. Looking at their bodies in mirrors thinking, 'Maybe some man would like to paint that.' Reading French cookbooks that tell them how to make really succulent little dishes out of horsemeat with a lot of bay leaves and wine. Preparing physically and spiritually to carry his canvases to a hard-hearted gallery owner, their muscles straining, their eyes brimming with shed or unshed tears. Now I ask you, mothers and fathers of America, are your boys dreaming of these things? Where, I ask you, lovers of the arts, where are the male Muses?"

And he stood up, just there, in front of everyone, and said, "Right here."
The man who volunteers is a cipher known only as "B". His life apart from Monica is vague. His explicit purpose is to be her foil, her support, her lover, her inspiration, her concierge; he's extraordinarily perfect in the role. (Remember, this is Utopia.)

So the story is all Monica: how she takes advantage of B's offer, her guilt over "taking advantage", her sense of obligation to achieve great art now she's thrown down the gauntlet, her qualms over accepting money and pleasure from B. (On that front, Monica's daughter suggests she stop angsting and think of herself as a sex worker.)

The sex is explicit, but not at all gratuitous. Monica's physical relationship with B is inspiring, quite literally: her artistic flowering is strongly shaped by their shared pleasure.

The pace flags in the middle, but by the end, Monica has struck out in a new artistic direction and reaped some professional acclaim. To do so, she's taken advantage of money on a scale she never expected to have. Did she sell out? I would say no, but I'm sure some readers feel differently. And that is in some ways the crux of the book. When there's a clear choice, as Gordon draws it, whether to reject "the system" (the money, the patronage, the affirmative action, the favors from friends) or take advantage of it, which path is going along with the status quo, and which is subverting it? It's a timely question with resonance beyond the art world.

Spending is a departure for Gordon. In a 1998 interview, she discusses the book's place in fiction:
While many reviewers have noted this book about sex and pleasure is a departure from the dark themes of her former bestsellers... the work does reflect Gordon’s commitments to feminism and risk-taking....

"I think I’m doing something quite radical, but people won’t get it. My radical act is that a woman has good sex and nobody dies. And that, in fact, is something you don’t see much in fiction. Nobody dies. Nobody’s punished. Good sex for a woman without punishment is rare. So that’s my radical act, but nobody’s going to get much up in arms about it. I don’t think people care that much about fiction about women unless it involves mutilation of the body."
Grade: A-

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