I don't remember when I've run into the astonishing world of Ann Bannon, but I sure was so much looking forward to her fiction, for the sake of peculiarities of the characters, but her intelligence, her wit humor, and generally the topics she covers within her series is reflecting what level of mindest, the consciousness of capturing the female's psychic, without any stereotype, and her dedication she puts there on her work, is really impressive to me.
I am a woman is a part of 4 books series, but just jumping into the 2nd book, without any background knowledge of what's going on whatsoever, the reader is struck with how interestingly enough the novel started with a mysterious less talkative character until we get under her skin, her anxiety, her passions, her fears, her father figure and her childhood trauma, and neglect, panicking, denial, that Laura seems way much familiar, like an old friend, or even as a reflection of our own repressing of identity, or unsolved issues, or undeveloped ego, just as how we see her through this series, and how she devoples and discovering herself, and the interaction with others.
The plot is simply the tangle of a bunch of people, as they are trying to navigate through life, and it's a mix between the song that the Raincoats once wrote, which is named Lolla, and Susie Myerson from The show Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Just as the main character is a spoiled bourgeois' lady with unresolved issues with her husband, this novel is just the same, except that there's now a queer roommate with this lady and her beloved left clerk, whose gender expression is getting bullied.
Beebo is a gender-fluid queer, whose social state, along with her genderlly misbehaving for the job she works on, pretending to be a guy, seems to be challenging the stereotypical role for a woman. A gender rebel that is no good than drinking herself till being drunk, just as how the old men within the middle classes during the 1930s do, yet she's very much capable of having the space for affairs. It seems to me that the once most infortunein life, socially, financially, are the ones who are more capable of exchanging and receiving compassion, trust, and intimacy and that is what we see in Beebo.
You’re ridiculous,” she said. “You’re a little girl trying to be a little boy. And you run an elevator for the privilege. Grow up, Beebo. You’ll never be a little boy. Or a big boy. You just haven’t got what it takes. Not all the elevators in the world can make a boy of you. You can wear pants till you’re blue in the face and it won’t change what’s underneath.”
The story seems to be a coming-of-age novel, where the protagonist, just as the protagonist of Plath on the bell jar, travels to NYC to discover herself, her growing desires and passion, and her unresolved issues all seems to be haunting her even through New York. Through this novel, we see all kinds and types of love, and as an astrology hoe, it's hard not to track these patterns down.
Lura seems to be having an arise venus, she's blindly impulsive toward a forbidden passion that will cause her nothing but disappointment, yet she seems to be aggressive and dismissive towards those who actually love her, yet an old lover of hers, is still haunting her, blinding her even more for seeing people as they are, and rather self-projecting her ex on them
I was a fool, a blind fool. I wouldn’t listen.” She was thinking of all the warnings
from Jack and Beebo that she willfully ignored.
“You loved love. It showed in all you said to me when we first met. You
needed love and you went looking for it. You went looking for
another Beth. You were bound to find her. You found her in every
female face that appealed to you.
The captures of the pushing and fighting of love, intimacy, and desires, keeping yourself occupied with work and job so you still have a persona and you are independent away from passion, is also a trait of an arise venus, that kept skimming in and out of commitments.
She needed something else to keep her perspective, her independence.
Marcie, on the other hand, had the stereotypical image of a blonde bimbo. She seems to be having a Sagittarius Venus, she's not intellectualizing love, it's just instinct for her, she knows nothing about affection and mutual admiration, but just the play-acting and the friskiness of love.
Laura, I had no idea you could love like
that. I didn’t know it could be beautiful or touching, or tragic. I
thought it was mostly play-acting. I thought the only real love was
between men and women. But you made it beautiful, Laura. I don’t
know what else to call it. I’m ashamed. Clear through my soul.
Terry seems to be a Leo venus, who loves to possess money, gifts, and seek to be the center of the attention, yet he also loved it when he's being demanded with a bit of toughness
Terry rolled over and looked at him. He was a medium-sized well-built boy, bright and handsome and easily bored, affectionate by nature, but spoiled, quick with his temper and
quick with his generosity. He was not quite sure, being young and
desirable if he was in love with Jack. He liked being admired by a
lot of people. But he was not the money-grubber Jack had painted
for Laura. He liked to be dominated and he was waiting for Jack to
make a move in that direction.
He likes to be shoved around a little.
But whatever their style and the type of love is, that every individual possesses, love, and connection as a human needs seems to be a necessity in life, that bonds people together, through support and caretaking, and that's the journey.
I don’t know what
I’m doing here,” she said brokenly. “I’m a stranger in this world.”
“Well, now,” said the woman, “Everybody’s a stranger when
you look at it that way. But everybody got a chance to find a little
love. That’s the most important thing. When you got a little love,
the rest don’t seem so strange or sad no more. There now, honey,
there now.”
The way Ann captures the queer community, revolving around bars, and mutual friends during the 50s, and their conflict with power, hasn't changed a bit from nowadays, and it's still relative as today.