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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2187.Middlesex?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Middlesex" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1160772767m/2187.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2187.Middlesex?utm_medium=api&utm_source=blog_review">Middlesex</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1467.Jeffrey_Eugenides">Jeffrey Eugenides</a> 
 <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3766574?utm_medium=api&utm_source=blog_review"><h3>My review</h3></a>
 rating: 5 of 5 stars I got off the bus from Bumbershoot around 1 AM, exhausted. Convinced that even the cars speeding past my window couldn’t keep me from this night’s rest, I opened the door to a stench of exceptional vileness. Not a dead stench, or a spoiled food stench. This was the stench of sewage. From a spot in the center of the living room I surveyed the apartment and discovered the source: the commode and the area around it were covered in yuck. I dialed up the landlord. The exchange went something like this: 
 
 “There’s shit on my floor.” Why mince words?
 
 “What do you want me to do about it?” 
 
 “I want you to fix my toilet, so there won’t be shit on my floor.”
 
 “Have you tried a plunger?” 
 
 “What do you think?” 
 
 “And that didn’t work?” 
 
 After 20 minutes of this verbal badminton, I realized the man wasn’t going to get out of bed without a signed act of congress. He told me there was an all night Denny’s down the street should I need a toilet during the night. 
 
 So it was that at 2 AM, after multiple rounds of cleaning and yakking, I found myself seated in the kitchen on a kibble-filled bucket, a can of beer in one hand and Middlesex in the other.
 
 “There was a place halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness where Tessie did her best thinking.”
 
 I’d had two weeks to kill awaiting the arrival of all my worldly possessions. Plenty of time to determine that the kibble bucket was ergonomically preferable to the floor or my sleeping bag. With my front door situated not five feet from a four-lane road and one block from a strip bar whose patrons seemed to enjoy loitering in front of my building, the noise was like steel wool on my nerves, which were already shot from a marathon cross country drive with three cats, a dog, and a friend who was hitching a ride to her father’s funeral in St. Louis all crammed into my car. With no job, no friends, no furniture and now, apparently, no plumbing, this move was beginning to look like a profound error in judgment. The story of a 5-Alpha-Reductase Pseudohermaphrodite proved a likely escape.
 
 	“When you travel like I did, vague about destination and with an open-ended itinerary, a holy-seeming openness takes over your character.”
 
 I’d only brought one book on my trip west. Considerable thought went into the choice—it had to be an author with a proven ability to hold my interest. It had to be long enough to cover the duration of the journey. And it would need to stand up to multiple readings in the event of the delay of the moving truck or my inability to obtain a library card. As a creative writing major, I’d read The Virgin Suicides and marveled at the rotating first person narrative, the subtlety of the prose, and the fine edge between humor and poignance. Middlesex seemed a safe bet.
 
 The book was my constant companion. After a day of fruitless job interviews, I could go home to Callie Stephanides and her family, safe in the knowledge that there were over 200 pages to go before I’d need to find a new distraction. But the new distraction had already found me. I hadn’t written anything longer than a grocery list in 8 years. With all the time in the world and a good book as your muse, aspirations can get pretty lofty.
 
 	“Even back then, the Great Books were working on me, silently urging me to pursue the most futile human dream of all, the dream of writing a book worthy of joining their number…”
 
 I won’t say that Middlesex turned me into a writer or anything lofty like that. The first time I saw Singin’ in the Rain, I nearly concussed myself trying run up a wall. When I reached the last word, I closed the book. Waited five minutes. Began again:
 
 “I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.”
 
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bookshelves: fiction
status: Read in July, 2003

I got off the bus from Bumbershoot around 1 AM, exhausted. Convinced that even the cars speeding past my window couldn’t keep me from this night’s rest, I opened the door to a stench of exceptional vileness. Not a dead stench, or a spoiled food stench. This was the stench of sewage. From a spot in the center of the living room I surveyed the apartment and discovered the source: the commode and the area around it were covered in yuck. I dialed up the landlord. The exchange went something like this:

“There’s shit on my floor.” Why mince words?

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“I want you to fix my toilet, so there won’t be shit on my floor.”

“Have you tried a plunger?”

“What do you think?”

“And that didn’t work?”

After 20 minutes of this verbal badminton, I realized the man wasn’t going to get out of bed without a signed act of congress. He told me there was an all night Denny’s down the street should I need a...more

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message 1: by Carol

08/09/2007 05:28AM

Loved reading your review, Trina. Please do us all a favor and pursue that dream of writing a book that will stand up with all the rest. When you do, I'll be first in line at your book signing.

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message 2: by Elizabeth

11/15/2007 05:34PM

I am curious to know the ending of your story. I read through 100 pages of this book and then moved. I might request my friends to send it to me because I want to know the rest of it. Thanks for your comment.

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message 3: by Carol

11/15/2007 07:25PM

Trina, you absolutely have the gift... so, when is the book signing scheduled for my town?

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message 4: by Alcornell

04/16/2008 09:20PM

I know a writer when I read one..I too want to know what happened at the end of your story. I'll be in the aforementioned book signing line, politely behind the previous readers, reading your book. Thank you for giving us the review that got me to Middlesex.

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message 5: by Traci

05/30/2008 06:14PM

Your review was quite engaging. You definitely should aspire to being a writer if you aren't already in the process. I hope your furniture arrived timely. :)

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