Replenishing Jessica

by Maxwell Bodenheim

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Hardcover

First published January 1, 1975

About the author

Maxwell Bodenheim was an American poet and novelist. A literary figure in Chicago, he later went to New York where he became known as the King of Greenwich Village Bohemians. His writing brought him international notoriety during the Jazz Age of the 1920s.

Reviews

[Kirk · Rating 3 out of 5]

One of the infamous lost bohemian novels of the 1920s. Bodenheim was a fascinating character, and in this (for its time) explicit exploration of the beast with two backs, he spares no expense skewing the American mores of Babbitteers. The said, there's also an alienating maliciousness to his portraits of his characters that prevents me at least from ever really entering this fictional world in the way that I do, say, The Great Gatsby, A Farewell to Arms, The Death of a Hero, or Their Eyes Were Watching God. It's called style, baby. One hopes equally to write and to fuck with it. Alas, not everyone is so ambidexterous. By all accounts, Bodenheim was good in the hay. The angry husband who stabbed him to death in 1954 certainly assumed so.

Christina Simmons did a great article years ago called "The Myth of Victorian Repression" in which she essentially showed how "free-love" advocates like the bawdy Bodenheim weren't really advocating erotic freedoms but a sexual essentialism that, boiled to its crudest, equates to women=horny, men=happy to oblige. As its saucy title suggests, the act of "replenishing" Jessica amounts to a narrative exploration of which dopily priapic male can bathe her in sufficient goo. Bodenheim got what he wanted---publicity, a threatened court case against his publisher, the optimistically named Horace Liveright. Still, one suspects that while the press twittered about the "obscenity," most of middle American yawned, seeing through the provocation. Eighty years later, the plot is the same; the goo is just stickier. If Bodenheim were alive today his name would be Palahniuk. And Snuff might have a hope of having some good genuine writing.

In the meantime, Virginia Woolf and I share a cigarette.