Hardcore pornography has grown into a multibillion dollar business—a corporate juggernaut with profits higher than the NFL, the NBA, and Major League Baseball combined—and literary author Tom Perrotta’s newest novel, “Mrs. Fletcher,” published in 2017, is a book defending and uplifting the corporate Hate Machine of the hardcore porn industry.
In “Mrs. Fletcher,” the main characters and the plot both support the use of hardcore pornography that features violence against women, such as choking, gagging, and verbally abusing female sex partners. One of the two main characters, a college freshman named Brendan Fletcher, acts out porn scenes with two different female partners, and the novel ends by having one of these abused female sex partners take the blame for Brendan’s behavior. At the end of the book, this young woman apologizes to Brendan for not speaking to him for months after his sexual violence against her, and she tells Brendan that her complicity in allowing the sexual violence to happen, in the simple fact that she innocently chose to have sex with anyone on a college campus at all, was “just as bad, if not worse.” (page 304) Then the story gives Brendan Fletcher a hero’s reward/happily-ever-after ending for being such a good person—for being the kind of guy who watches hardcore, abusive pornography and doesn’t feel bad about it, or have any desire to change his behavior.
If you are the kind of reader who believes that Brock Turner, the infamous Stanford swimmer who was convicted of sexual assault in 2016, received a far too “steep price to pay for 20 minutes of action,” as his father maintained, then “Mrs. Fletcher” is exactly the novel written for you. College student Brendan Fletcher is a Brock Turner in training, a baby rapist who drops out of college after committing sexual violence against a female partner, and then receives the absolute sympathy of the author—and the story—with zero analysis as to why he committed the sexual violence, zero moral condemnation, and zero reason to change.
If you are the kind of reader who believes “boys will be boys” and that it is natural for any young man to grow up masturbating to images of violence against women—if you believe that women secretly long to be sexually abused by their male partners in order to orgasm, if you believe that the rape culture of hardcore pornography is good, healthy fun, and if you support the hardcore porn industry and all of their corporate profits—then “Mrs. Fletcher” will be a novel you enjoy.
I find this message intolerable, and I absolutely hated this book. I give negative stars to “Mrs. Fletcher,” and I wish this book had never been published. This novel is infinitely damaging to read. Porn culture is ableist, racist, homophobic, and promotes a misogyny so strong that women and children are tortured and raped on camera for the sexual pleasure of men—and I cannot—I will not ever—support a novel that views porn culture as an acceptable part of the white middle class. This is abhorrent. “Mrs. Fletcher” is an abhorrent book.
How did Tom Perrotta manage to get this book published, and win so much praise from so many critics for penning this pro-porn-culture sh*t message? Simple. He dazzles the reader with an array of diversity-checkboxing characters, so that readers never see the forest for the trees. The plotline of “Mrs. Fletcher” is chockfull of “diverse” characters who fit the Magical Negro Trope: characters who serve to enlighten and support the white middle class characters on their Hero’s Journey to attain their Happily Ever After.
Trope characters are unrealistic literary creations invented by an author to service the plot. The #ownvoices movement is one way modern readers have been pushing back against Tropeland in fiction. But a number of popular books still feature Tropeland side characters, and “Mrs. Fletcher” is one such example.
The titular Mrs. Eve Fletcher is the divorced mother of the baby rapist Brendan Fletcher, and while porn culture plays a big role in this story, it is only Eve Fletcher who is shown masturbating to MILF pornography, an acronym for “Mom I’d Like to F*ck” porn which features slightly older women than the children, teens, college students, and young women of most mainstream, hardcore pornography available online.
The reader never witnesses Brendan masturbating to porn. The reader never learns if Brendan pays for pornography, or if all of the abusive hardcore porn he views is free. The story’s erasure of Brendan’s porn use in scene is highly significant to the plot. In every way, the novel serves to normalize the production and use of hardcore pornography and support Brendan’s privacy in viewing and masturbating to violent hardcore porn.
The story replaces Brendan’s porn use with a lot of razzle-dazzle diversity characters, to distract the reader from noticing the real message the novel is broadcasting. Here are some of the Magical Negro Trope characters Tom Perrotta employs in this book:
1. Magical Transgender College Professor teaching a gender studies class. This professor teaches at the local community college Eve Fletcher attends for one semester.
2. Magical Wheelchair Girl who is happily participating in modern hookup culture on Brendan’s campus. Magical Wheelchair Girl becomes the love interest of Brendan’s dude-bro roommate, a guy just like Brendan, who even starts “pushing her wheelchair all over campus” (page 202).
3. Magical Autism Child who opens up Brendan’s philandering father to unconditional love and marital commitment to his second wife, who is the biological mother of their Magical Autism Child.
4. Magical Brown Boy who is the target of Brendan’s racist mockery on campus, but this character still makes sure to protect and serve Brendan throughout the story. Magical Brown Boy forgives Brendan’s dude-bro racism, understands that Brendan is actually a lonely white boy in desperate need of a friend, and goes to great lengths to care for Brendan without getting anything in return—not friendship, not gratitude, not even an acknowledgment of his humanity. Because white middle class dude-bros will be dude-bros, you know.
There is also: 1. a Magical Negro who falls in love with the transgender professor; 2. an extremely lonely and super-pathetic white feminist who uses Tinder (an online site that facilitates finding sex partners who are strangers); 3. a white male victim of bullying (he was locked in a port-a-potty for a few minutes) who now suffers from PTSD; 4. and plenty of other side characters meant to showcase and highlight Tom Perrotta’s cultural awareness of the modern zeitgeist of America.
Every side character in this book serves the purpose of normalizing the attitudes and behavior of Brendan Fletcher. “Mrs. Fletcher” is a novel that deeply sympathizes with the plight of male privilege, and seeks to assure the white middle class that they are good and noble and wise, even if they masturbate to hardcore pornography that eroticizes every hateful message of ableism, racism, homophobia, and misogyny. “Mrs. Fletcher” communicates the message that porn isn’t hurting anyone. Tom Perrotta has adopted pornography’s corporate sales pitch that porn is good, healthy fun, and he penned an array of Magical Negro Trope characters who agree with his opinion. Everything is fine in entitled, white suburbia. The privileged kids are okay.
As Brendan Fletcher would think by the end of this book: poor Brock Turner, who suffered so greatly for 20 minutes of action—if only he’d chosen to drug a girl who could blame herself for his sexual assault, then he wouldn’t have ended up in a courtroom, instead of just being a lost, lonely college dropout like Brendan, who only needed to take some time off to figure things out before he reenrolled at a different school. Then he can return to using hardcore pornography and living his white dude-bro lifestyle in peace.
On a sentence level, I cannot deny that “Mrs. Fletcher” is beautifully written, full of sentences penned by a master of literary fiction. On a prose level, this novel is a work of art.
But on a messaging level, this story is toxic, and so are the main characters. Even though Brendan Fletcher is the one whose porn use has caused negative effects in his life, the reader never sees Brendan use porn. Instead, the reader must witness Eve Fletcher become “addicted” to MILF porn in this book—an addiction which is as unbelievable as it is unexplained. Eve goes from having no awareness of modern online porn to becoming “addicted” to MILF porn overnight. This made no sense to me. None.
It would make more sense if Eve Fletcher had been a middle-aged man. I could believe a middle-aged man could become addicted to MILF porn overnight. Seeing Eve’s spontaneous porn addiction just felt like the author pulling the strings on a puppet.
Assisted by her porn addiction, Eve goes on to marry a man who calls her a MILF during sex. Eve Fletcher’s happily ever after involves a triumph of hardcore porn in the marital bed, and completes the celebration of porn culture that is the beating heart of this novel’s plot.
I cannot state enough how much I hated this book. “Mrs. Fletcher” is not worth any stars in a rating, and I believe poison like the messaging found at the end of this book is immoral, and has no place in civil society. Abusive hardcore pornography is toxic, and nothing to celebrate. I give only negative stars to this book.