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Sexing the Cherry

I never read the backs of books or introductions. They distract and usually take away from the reading experience. I like my journey into a book to be fresh and unbiased as much as possible. Sometimes I’ll read an introduction afterwards if it offers some sort of historical context or was written by somebody I admire. Jeanette Winterson’s Sexing the Cherry is a richly depth-filled world that I utterly adored falling into. Her writing in the novel is unusually complicated, but deceptively simple. She is vast and layered. The writing doesn’t need cheating with a back cover blurb, but for some reason I found myself reading it this time. Maybe I was looking for a clue as to what the novel was supposed to be about. I know what I was getting out of it, but maybe curiosity hedged in, and needed hints as to where this bizarre story would lead. There I stumbled across the blurb from the San Francisco Chronicle intoning the book with, “ the philosophical form of Milan Kundera and told with the grace of Italo Calvino.” That solidified something for me. I don’t know if that would have occurred to me, but once read it became certain. It clarified something for me. Sexing the Cherry is Kundera, it’s Immortality with its interchangeable lives over time. Sexing the Cherry is Calvino, it’s Invisible Cities with the spinning white city where Winterson’s escaping ballerinas inhabit. I admire both Kundera and Calvino, and the Chronicle definitely tipped me towards a new understanding, but there is also something uniquely Winterson at play here.

Sexing the Cherry revolves around the story of a son named Jordan and his mother the Dog Woman, who scoops him out of the Thames as an infant. The tale is an amalgamation of seventeenth century lore complete with Cromwell, King Charles the First, and puritans, mixed with fairy tails, and Old Testament fervor as the characters explore the nature of time and love.

In this novel I was particularly interested in how Winterson constructed her characters, and especially that of the Dog Woman. Dog Woman is a monstrous entity and the descriptions heighten her to something from Greek myth with tales of scale, stench, and righteous revenge. Dog Woman is situated as someone larger and outside of the everyday world we know, but who later is paired up with her parallel personality of the modern day environmental activist character. Dog Woman is something half-wild, yet oddly sophisticated. She lives by her own rules of conduct, anchored to humanity through her love for her son Jordan. Early on Jordan recounts how he was rescued by Dog Woman and came to live with her, describing her as scooping, “…me up, she tied me between her breasts whose nipples stood out like walnuts. She took me home and kept me there with fifty dogs and no company but her own” (3). Already we glimpse the mythic tones of Dog Woman; possessing fifty dogs and nipples like walnuts; raising a foundling as if he were a lost pup. On page five we are given a glimpse at how this woman operates as she threatens to smother someone between her breasts if he doesn’t allow her son to see a newly discover fruit on display.

“He started humming and hawing and reaching for some colored jar behind his head, and I thought, he’ll not let no genie out on me with its forked tongue and balls like jewels, so I grabbed him and started to push him into my dress. He was soon coughing and crying because I haven’t had that dress off in five years” (5).

A gesture normally reserved for embracing, welcoming somebody into one’s breast, by this woman is rendered an act of hostility where she crushes somebody amidst her stench.

This woman’s appearance becomes more explicit as she chronicles her attributes.
“My nose is flat, my eyebrows are heavy. I have only a few teeth and those are poor show, being black and broken. I had smallpox when I was a girl and the caves in my face are home enough for fleas. But I have fine blue eyes that can see in the dark” (19) Her description is gruesomely decadent in contrast to her blue eyes that link her to the supernatural with their night seeing abilities. She is something primitive and fierce like an ogress, but with her clear eyes she watches over her son and does what she believes is right. In the same paragraph she illustrates her epic size by recounting a tale about when a circus came to town and she was put on a scale opposite an elephant and the poor creature was hurled out of sight by her massive weight. She is larger than life, taking on the attributes of a tall tale exaggerating reality to explain a truth.

Where these characters flourish is in their contrast.

“I know that people are afraid of me, either for the yapping of my dogs or because I stand taller than any of them. When I was a child my father swung me up on his knees to tell me a story and I broke both his legs. He never touched me again, except with the point of the whip he used for the dogs. But my mother, who lived only a while and was so light that she dared not go out in the wind, could swing me on her back and carry me for miles. There was talk of witchcraft but what is stronger than love?” (21)

The cruelty of a father, the unintended pain, a mother as slight as a daughter is huge, love as supernatural strength, all of these ideas are set up in this short passage and are echoed throughout Winterson’s novel. There is a conflicted duality running through all of this. A woman who is not feminine, but wears her size and filth like armor, trouncing with brutish force and righteous rage those who oppose her. This duality is also mirrored with Dog Woman and her son Jordan. Dog woman, solid and unquestioning while Jordan falls into the orbit of larger characters and is always searching. Inverted strengths with gravitational pulls, sometimes deceitful and murderous, Dog Woman is tethered to the daily world by her love of truthful and questing Jordan. These parallels and contrasts allow her mythic characters to soar in their search for answers.

If Winterson’s twelve dancing princesses could seamlessly inhabit Calvino’s Invisible Cities, and Kundera’s Immortality could function as a guide to understanding how Winterson’s characters fit together, then the depth and descriptions of Winterson’s characters are what allows her to explore something truly profound. Through her bizarre and richly colorful characters, she creates a bestiary-like world illustrating relationships and orders; playing with the fabric of history to explore the meaning of existence.

Miranda July

I have a complicated relationship to writer, performer, and filmmaker Miranda July. I like her, and that’s complicated. July and I both started producing work around the same time out of the same scene. I witnessed early film projects and performances in the clubs where she was cutting her teeth, and remember when her video chain letters were first making the rounds. Her socially surreal treatments and obsessively idiosyncratic storylines repeatedly cast characters in situations where they pine for new lives and means for human interaction. Out of this July grew into a success. One is amazed by how July’s voice seems to translate into every media she attempts. She makes a movie and wins Camera d’Or at Cannes. Her work has been featured in the last two Whitney Biennials, and her writing ends up in the Paris Review and the New Yorker. She makes it look easy. Then there’s the fact that she and I were born on the same day in the same year… and that her parents taught at the same school that I am now attending for my masters degree. You see, it’s complicated. That’s why I want to hate Miranda July, to think she’s clever, but overrated. Jealousy.

So it’s with this hesitation that I approached July’s first collection of short stories No One Belongs Here More than You. In this collection July utilizes a device that’s effective in much of her work, one where characters strive to live vicariously through others in worlds built out of gleaned fragments and assumptions.

Miranda July frequently places her characters in acutely awkward and absurd situations. In the short story The Shared Patio, the main character is a woman who works at a printer and lives next door to an epileptic Korean man named Vincent Chang. As the story progresses it becomes obvious that this character is obsessed with the neighbor man and misguidedly bases her actions on the self-help style magazines her job publishes. Through this she projects all her desired attributes onto this relative stranger. July’s character becomes convinced she shares some connection with the neighbor and when he one day suffers an epileptic fit in her presence, illogically (instead of helping); she nuzzles up and imagines an unspoken furtive romance. The character comes across as an almost charming sociopath. She laments, “Why did I do this dangerous and inappropriate thing? I’d like to think that I didn’t do it, that it was in fact done to me. I slept and dreamed that Vincent was slowly sliding his hands up my shirt as we kissed” (7).

In a similar vein in Ten True Things, a secretary transfers her distaste for her accountant boss into a scenario where she orchestrates a relationship with his wife at a sewing class that culminates in misguided lesbian yearnings.

“…we really wanted to know, all the unknowable things about each other and how we were the same and how we were different, if we even were, maybe nobody is. We wanted to strike lightning in dark waters, to see, if only for a second, the entire world that lives down there, the ten million species in amazing colors and patterns; show us life, now” (139).

July’s characters are often neurotic individuals whose psyches behave like forgotten and neglected souls that grew up under metaphorical dark rocks. When these characters are let loose upon the world they behave in pathetic and illogical ways in their pursuit of affection. They are like hermetically sealed universes tentatively making contact for the first time.

When talking about July it is hard to think of her as separate from her work, and I think her performance work adds to this reading. Her often overly twee and misguided characters feel like her. They seem unaware that they are stepping through social taboos and doing things in ways that things just aren’t done. The self consciously quirky words of her narrators often beg to be read as an exaggerated circus version of hers. I find myself feeling embarrassed for the delusional earnestness of her characters, but these characters don’t possess this same self-consciousness. They don’t own these attributes for themselves and thus transfer these emotions onto the reader. We are left holding the discomfort. Instead these characters plunge forward with a naïve verve that leaves the reader feeling the uneasiness for them. One is left wondering if much of Miranda July’s success can be attributed to her unwillingness to be stopped by the taboos and social norms that stop many of the rest of us. Maybe like her characters she is unwilling or unable to read the social cues that warn us not to just do it.

Lexicon Devil

Lexicon Devil is a biography about seminal L.A. punk Darby Crash and his band the Germs. The book was written and compiled by Brendan Mullen who had previously collaborated on We Got the Neutron Bomb with Marc Spitz, and support from Don Bolles and Adam Parfrey. For this annotation I am interested in exploring how the authors chose to structure the biography as an oral history that compiles primary source accounts, as opposed to forging an authoritative official story of the period. It reads like a documentary film intercutting elements from many sources to explore a subject. This format is true to the splintered and many voiced nature of the topic and time. It presents the material as alive and open for debate. The primary sources frequently disagree, but one version of the story isn’t necessarily privileged above another. Punk was antiauthority and this structure highlights the “do it yourself” ethic where anyone could grow up to not play their instruments and become a famous rock star in the process. The structure of this work is rigorously pluralistic, a form that highlights the ideals of the subject matter, while serving as a transcript of events surrounding the formation of L.A. punk and its eventual decay and collapse.

The choice to organize Lexicon Devil as an oral history, instead of synthesizing interviews from over two hundred people who were involved in some capacity into a monolithic official story, adds depth while staying true to the source material. The collection is a text to be mined. The book explores the subject as an overlapping network of lives and personalities that preserves the vibrancy and contradictory nature of the period. The biography is structured around shared experience points.

One section, for example, is about West University High in West Los Angeles (Uni High), which was a public school with an experimental program based around Scientology. Many of the early scene types went to school there including Darby Crash. In this section, the early players for the story weigh in with insights and anecdotes about Darby Crash and the original circle one. In this context much of Crash’s ideas can be seen as a response to Scientology (IPS Innovative Program School) and the dieing psychedelic movement in Southern California. Discussing the school’s structure Paul Roessler of the punk band the Screamers stated, “…that was a big Scientology thing, too. I think that was the origin of Darby’s lexicon obsession… The Scientology dictionary thing was probably a major influence in developing his fascination with wordsmithing, word sculpting…” (15). In this context Darby Crash’s persona can be seen as a merging of his fascination with Scientology, LSD culture, and his obsession with glitter rock personalities like David Bowie and Iggy Pop. Gerber, an early L.A. scene type recollects meeting Darby Crash (then Paul Beahm) at a Taco Bell during this period. “He had a red Bowie haircut, a Bowie belt buckle, a Bowie T-shirt, and some kind of emblem painted on his forehead, the thing off the Pin-ups cover. I considered myself totally Bowie freakazoid, but this guy looked like he was Bowie!” (38). The structure highlights how various characters met, interacted, and were influenced by the burgeoning scene congealing around them.

One element that appealed to me while considering this biography was to imagine the whole thing as a work of fiction, because it is essentially about fiction on some level. Paul Beahm became Bobby Pyn (pronounce Bobby Pin) who evolved into Darby Crash. New bands meant new personas. Lexicon Devil is populated with characters with names like Dottie Danger (Belinda Carlisle), Jane Drano (Jane Wiedlin), Casey Cola, and Hellin Killer. These characters constructed themselves and performed their lives in real life, but were also completely made-up and constructed at the same time. The facts may correspond to actual events and real people, but the stories and myths were constructed as they lived them. This highlights the fictive nature of these stories and performance as life. They were creating themselves for the world to see. One comes away with the realization that these lives could just as easily be considered a work of fiction, as they were to be individual real life stories. Their constructed identities were an every day performance blurring the line between art and life, a nihilistic work in progress.

Through these anecdotes, Lexicon Devil explores the process through which the kids who discovered glitter rock after its pull date become the architects of first wave LA punk. This book isn’t so much a portrait of Darby Crash, as it is a portrait of a time and place, a group of people, an ideal, and a way of approaching the world where queer kids and white trash rubbed elbows while creating a new world for themselves; one where they were the celebrities and larger than life personalities they always admired. It is the story of a scene from the early naïve idealism through the arc of an environment in decay with lives destroyed by drug addiction and outside pressures that came with new generations that didn’t understand the original impetus of the small knit group. As John Doe of the band X lamented after a show shortly before Crash’s death by overdose, “…we didn’t know everyone in the audience anymore. The club was filled with those strange characters you’d see in Decline, who weren’t in it for the art, but because they were damaged people who felt like this music was speaking to them” (247). The structure of Lexicon Devil highlights the way the story of Darby Crash and the Germs was actually an overlapping of many lives and stories that inhabited a shared time and space in culture, through the immediacy of first hand accounts.