Man, am I glad I stopped after each story to make notes. So here goes.
Because I Made You So: Dear god, that was marvellous. And all of a sudden I realised it was Giles I was picturing. Oh gawd, marvellousness. Lit theory, romance novels, semi-public sex, and teacher kink. So yum!
Spying: Wow. That second story is so very much the prototype for Deep Desires. Utterly fascinating to see how much she's developed and enrichened and amalgamated so much emotional depth to the initial sexual scenario. The desperation of the short story is so sharp, jagged and I wonder if I'm imagining the sadness at the core of it, below the apparent casualness of the ending. No, I can't be. The touch through the separation --- no, that IS so poignant and heart aching.
Lessons: Hrm. Another prototype. But this one is disturbing me in terms of consent. I don't like how passive this girl is and there's really no emotional context for this at all. Hrm. Maybe that's the pay-off. Ha! I should have known Charlotte would be cleverer than that! The total twist at the end, the towering femdom of it and the total subversion of that college cliche of jocks making sex slaves of dumb girl. Hee hee.
Yes/: Oh that was just all kinds of marvellous and delicious and just lovely. Love love love those Stein beta heroes. And ooh, when I glance down the table of contents, I see there's a sequel in /Yes. Awesome!
Dirty Disgusting You: Is that the guy from Cold Feet? What - nooo, Coupling! The -- Richard, was it? The loser best friend sounds awfully like him and I'm totally charmed enough I don't even care that it's adultery. Awww, that just melted me into total adoring happiness. Such a lovely ending!
Her Father Disapproves: Dear god, I think that may be my favourite so far. Loved the reality of it --- the car, the porch, the resistance. And too the cheeky playful novelty of how she teases him with the jumper and tshirt. For some reason, I was totally imagining the house of On Golden Pond. So totally rereading this.
For You: I'm keeping The Fall story til the end so I can read it at home without interruption.
Just Be Good: An oddly potent story. Really loved her fire and snarl but I confess I'm still a little confused about her exact machinations and motivations and the nature of her relationship with Wade. Hrmmm. Thought-provoking.
Phoned In: The fact that the characters were called Roy and Olive and that he was tall and gangly and had his hands in his pockets all the time and apparently a phobia about touching placed this story smack bang in Pushing Daisies for me. Even if the bit about uni at the end didn't quite make that true. But god, it was soooo very lovely and REAL and heartwarming and beautifully hot.
/Yes: Not quite as hot as I expected but so very sweet. Yeah, it's funny how I always prefer the men in Stein stories to be the subs. So much yummier that way.
Sometime Soon: Legally Alabama Congeniality, bahahahahahaha! I do love how it's never just sex for the guys, never at the end. Makes me all warm and fuzzy, it's always the perfect touch.
Different On The Inside: Some really wonderful phrases in this, and I wanted much more of their relationship, the talking and the laughing, to see her open up her personality to him and he respect and nourish her.
There is something distinctly not like other people about him, as though his centre is made of dark, sordid things. His centre is made of forbidden fruit, and he's always looking at people as though he's wondering if they want to take a bite.
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The plot of her life isn't like that. The plot of her life has a lot of focus on Scrabble.
For You: I knew before I started this collection just by total random coincidence that this was a story inspired by the movie The Fall. And because I love that movie so painfully much, I knew I needed total quiet and solitude to absorb this one. Omigod, that was so beautiful and so sad and so vividly written. Again some lovely phrases. And I could totally hear the stories in Lee Pace's voice. The descriptions were spot on from the movie. and oh oh oh god those final paragraphs. So many layers of perfection I'm rendered inarticulate. Definitely going to have to reread.
But then he laughed and told me that he can't excite himself even when he tries and, besides, that's not the point of the exciting part of the tales.
The point is this: that all tales come to love, in the end.
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I suppose it's all very flowery and purple and silly, really. But I won't lie and say I don't want to hear a man tell me things like that every day of my life.
All Ways: Kestrel. Hooded birds. This, this is dangerous. The spiritual risk of it. And yes, the healing balm of catharsis. War trauma, post-traumatic stress disorder, whatever it's called, Gulf War Syndrome, shellshock, prisoner of war abuse. No, just the unutterable trauma of being a killing machine. This story had thorns. Chilling and so brave.
Toby Hood Tastes Candy: Honestly, I wasn't really impressed with this one aside from the clever mythical subversion --- bare hungry pussy, love the hidden teeth of that --- and a few marvellous sentences.
Her lips around him look as red as the roses outside, and he imagines the stain they'll leave behind --- though one that will only be visible in the light. He sees himself back at his apartment, peeling off his clothes to reveal the bedraggled mess he hadn't realised he'd become.
But my god, that final title story. So honest and powerful and vulnerable and wonderful. I did start to chafe for all the deliberate lacunae --- god, I love that word, such a wanker --- but then suddenly realised how we were being told what happened as she told of each subsequent relationship. This story occupies a delicious edge between fiction and confession and all the more hair-raising and intriguing for the ambiguity. But my god, it broke my heart. And then made me want to cheer and flail limbs for the final clear self-reveal. "It's just me. I'm the one who makes me give in. It always and ever shall be: just me." Yessssss! So fucking true! W000t!
In conclusion: a bloody marvellous collection of short stories. And this is coming from a reader who has only been satisfied by Agatha Christie short stories. Every other collection has left me cold and wondering what the hell the point of those twenty or so minutes was. Yes, even Michael Chabon! Argh.
Really, what I loved best about this was the fact that final story brings all of them together, illustrates the best and truest thing about erotica. The female empowerment, the human empowerment of sexuality and sexual confession. So glad I bought this. (And also so glad I didn't let anyone else read it before me. Ha.)