I quite liked this amorphic, slippery little book. Although it wobbled about with it's free-form structure lack-of-structure; it managed to never coll...moreI quite liked this amorphic, slippery little book. Although it wobbled about with it's free-form structure lack-of-structure; it managed to never collapse under itself. It was like an engorged clit. Or a jellyfish on steroids. Slippery; because there's a good five to ten pages towards the end that are saturated with pussy; clits and labia, you'll know it when you hit it, hold on tight. There was one spectacular line elsewhere, "(...) and his pretty little asshole was like a bud when Rene found him and now it was stretched out like a scowl."
stretched out like a scowl. Sheer brilliance right there.
Eileen Myles is fascinating and I'm a little envious of her New York-drugs & dyke & poetry filled life. But that's what we have books for, right? To live vicariously through others; which I most certainly did in this fuck-however-a-memoir-is-supposed-to-be-written, THIS IS HOW I TELLS IT chunk of unconventional sentences and paragraphs. It took me ages to read (like a week, yo - I usually devour shit like this in hours so I'm in mourning for my attention span, begging for some ritalin; if a book filled with so much poetry and gay and drugs can't keep me focused, then I'm well and truly in dire straights.
You should watch her videos on youtube, she makes you want to take your clothes off in the hopes that she'll write about you one day too.
I have no idea how this book even came to be in my possession but I was desperate for something easy to read and when I came across this, I thought i'...moreI have no idea how this book even came to be in my possession but I was desperate for something easy to read and when I came across this, I thought i'd give it a go. I'm a total lit snob and had the intentions of not even rating this book, lest someone discover I had read such a terrible thing but it really wasn't that bad. Maybe this was because it was exactly what I felt like reading. There was an abundance of things in it that would probably usually annoy me, lack of depth, wooden writing style, awkward dialogue but it still managed to flow well. I wanted to know what happened and I kept turning the pages and it wasn't so bad that I wanted to give up.
The only thing that really bothered me was the portrayal of the Aboriginals in the story; just because it was how white settlers viewed them back then, it doesn't mean that an author can't challenge this. They were still people of equal rights, of depth and character and deserving of a storyline that doesn't reduce them to being servants and ferocious "natives" with nothing worth saying. If the author was willing to write of the then taboo lesbian liaisons and of independent women - then surely she could've resisted stereotyping Aboriginal people.
The things I liked? I loved that it was set in Australia and I actually really enjoyed that the author involved so much of Australia's flora. I liked that Ingrid travelled the country to collect specimens and that she illustrated these. I loved that she was an independent woman (though it's a pity that all the straight women were painted as being submissive and it was only the lesbian that was ballsy enough to challenge things). I liked that White managed to touch on the theme of the strength of bonds between women. I liked Ingrid's father. The story travelled along at a nice pace and I don't know, it was an easy, pleasant enough read and a really welcome change from the tougher books I've been trying to plough through.(less)