it took me something like six months to make my way through this slender little volume. admittedly, i do not read nonfiction quickly, ever. but i've had a weird relationship with this book. i kept finding myself in its pages, and then losing any connection with the content at all, not a touch or a trace of recognizability. the essays, poems and comics are, as a collection, very uneven; there is some work of sheerest brilliance in here, and there's some stuff that's gazing so deeply at its own navel, it's incomprehensible to an outside eye. hard to learn from, because it isn't interested in teaching. and, as other reviewers noted, several of these pieces are trying WAY too hard. most of the poetry is good, evocative; some of it is memorable. but all but one of the comics are simply bad. which strikes me as particularly unfortunate. and then i'd pick it up again and the next essay would be relevant, engaging, insightful, would bend my thinking into a new shape and i'd have to put it down again so that i could absorb the idea and chew it over. so i kept coming in and out of this one, determined to finish it, and finding the effort worthwhile, but not always engaged by the content.
but then i'd hit a passage like this:
"a working proposition: Fem(me) is la je ne sais quoi of desiring difference prior to any determination of sexual preference or gender identity. Fem(me) is put on, a put-on, fetish production at the hands of subject becoming object, becoming fetish, while always retaining a sense of performance, always amused yet possibly bored by its effects. ... What the feminine represses returns from inside and outside as the future of desire. Refusing the fate of Girl-by-Nature, she fem(me) is Girl-by-Choice. Finding in androgyny (the rejection of all femininity) too much loss, too little pleasure, and ugly shoes, the fem(me) takes from the feminine a wardrobe, a walk, a wink, and then moves on to sound the death knell of an abject sexuality contorted and subjected to moral concerns. ...
"And now, in the postmodern reign of The Queer, the fem(me) reappears, signifier of another kind of gender trouble. Not a performer of legible gender transgression, like the butch and his sister the drag queen, but a betrayer of legibility itself. Seemingly "normal," she responds to "normal" expectations with a sucker punch -- she occupies normality abnormally."
and i find myself loving this, and thinking i have to sit with it again, see if i can move past the absolutist language (a profoundly liminial and inclusive book that seeks to break down the idea of a unified or unifiable femme identity, this volume is nevertheless positively riddled with absolutist thinking and the same passages that i identify with strongly are immediately followed by some dreck about how femmes are *never* attracted to un-ironic masculinity, and i feel exactly like i'm in that queer group in college again getting scolded for failure to conform to somebody's arbitrary standard of sufficient queerness, and i want to tell the author to just fucking shove it) and into the really golden ideas at the heart of this whole enterprise.
so i love it. except for the part that bored me, and the part that's not very good. and i will probably never read most of it again, except for the two or three articles that really did catch my imagination and make me think. but those parts are worth owning the book for.