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the HELL is wrong with Mary Gaitskill I don't necessarily have a problem with the word "cunt," I even found it used hysterically in Kill Bill, but there's just no reason for it to be used so many times in the beginning of the book.
One of the characters just shuffles around mumbling it for no apparent reason, and there is so much talk about vaginas that I started to feel nauseated, What the hell. Mary Gaitskill's short story collection, Don't Cry, was first published in the USA in, and in the United Kingdom in,  Gaitskill was not an author whom I had read before, but I'd heard such great things about her writing, and consequently picked up Don't Cry when browsing in my local library.


Described as 'full of jagged, lived emotion and powerful, incisive writing', I was certainly intrigued by this collection, which is made up of ten stories,  Gaitskill's opening sentences are often quite startling and unusual, and sometimes packed a real punch,  'College Town,', for instance, begins: 'Dolores did not look good in a scarf' and 'Mirror Bowl' opens 'He took her soul though, being a secularminded person, he didn't think about it that way'.
 They also provide a sense of intrigue, 'Don't Cry', the title story, has 'Our first day in Addis Ababa, we woke up to wedding music playing outside our hotel' as its first sentence,

I admired Gaitskill's skill at creating striking sentences and images, but found that there was perhaps a little too much sexual content, darkness, and grit in Don't Cry for my personal taste.
  I found a few of the stories grotesque, and quite difficult to read in consequence,  Whilst Gaitskill's stories are largely about everyday occurrences, she twists them around until they seem nasty and unsettling,  Only some of her characters interested me, and I wasn't that taken by her quite matteroffact writing,  The title story in the collection was by far my favourite, but it has not led me to want to pick up any more of Gaitskill's work in future.
Gosh, well, I never really considered reading her, but Imogen can be sitelinkpretty convincing, Mary Gaitskill is damn good, While reading: My boyfriend the Random House rep gave me a proof! I know this is attributing things to an author because of the content of their work, but I want Mary Gaitskill to beat me up, cut me and make me cry.


Afterward: Yeah. An interesting thing happened in this one I can't remember whether it happened in the previous short story collections of hers that I've read, or whether maybe I haven't actually read them where, as it went on, the stories got less, like, evil, and while they didn't become nice stories about nice people having nice things happen to them, they became less.
. . brutal, I guess Vicious There were fewer people walking dazed through life postinstitutionalization, and instead more selfaware, selfobsessed grad school assholes,

Combined with the fact that specifics would recur from story to story I can't remember any right now, but like, y'know how if you use say the word 'stately' three times in three consecutive paragrpahs, it becomes a Thing that you've Noticed that sort of thing and with the consistent we'reallassholesandwe'reallfucked tone, made it feel really unified, for a short story collection.


Also, one story, 'the Agonized Face,' is the first thing in a really long time to remind me of how much I used to see potential in and get excited about short stories.
It threw me off guard! That happens so rarely any more, It's a combination of powderkeg feminist politics and an unreliable/likable/hateable narrator that had me super engaged, super critical, and ultimately super excited without feeling like any answers or solutions had been proposed.
Just more like it was a new and

eloquent way of saying, 'stuff is weird, '

Oh hey and speaking of answers and solutions! I love how, when the subject comes up, debasement usually is the only way to find any kind of release at all.
Specifically: Sadism! Or: Masochism! It's a neat trick how eloquently she bathes everything in kink, and even neater how natural and logical she makes it seem, Like sometimes it's pretty overt and sometimes it's not, but maybe it's most overt in the first story or two and then it's less so but since it was so strong at first it feels more pervasive.
Or maybe I'm just a pervert and I see kink in everything, Or maybe it's really there, or maybe all of 'em,

Either way, whatever, I can't recommend this thing highly enough, even though it doesn't even come out for six months or something, which means they might ruin it by then, In which case you can borrow my copy, “Oggi sono tua” altro non è che una summa delle tre raccolte pubblicate in trentanni dallautrice, oltre a due romanzi di cui uno, “Veronica”, edito quasi in contemporanea questanno per Nutrimenti.

Mary Gaitskill scrive molto bene e spesso stupisce perché è in grado di non fossilizzarsi su uno stile in particolare o di seguire sempre lo stesso canovaccio che funziona.
Hanno tratti molto fisici le storie che racconta, con i corpi della donne che entrano di prepotenza nella visionarietà delle sue parole, colpendo e maltrattando le sensibilità coinvolte, Sessualità e tenerezza come opposti concordi che trovano nella vita di tutti i giorni terreno fertile dove crescere, scontrarsi e mescolarsi,
Per certi versi, anche se fondamentalmente diverse tra loro, mi ha ricordato altre grandi autrici di short stories americane come Alice Munro o Grace Paley,
Tra gli episodi migliori segnalo: “Papino buono e caro”, Perché sì”, “Consolazione”, “La ragazza dellaereo”, “La faccia straziata” e “Oggi sono tua”,

sitelink subliminalpop. com/p 'The Arms and Legs of a Lake' remains absolutely one of my favorite short stories of all time, The characters are believable. The plots vary, between mostly young women who grow and are now looking back to their younger selves to the final two stories that are actually entwined with one another.
One of the stories is from the perspective of two young men, who are completing their graduate writing program and both somehow involved with their female mentor, The second a descriptor of the female mentor, looking back on her marriage to an older man, who has recently passed, Her possible reactance to his failings, her failings, and some regrets related to infidelity, Overall, the depth of these stories was good, I loved the story ofwomen in India attempting to adopt a baby, With so many orphans and dying woman on the street, women with obvious means, not able to understand why their ability to adopt is not as easy as they would have imagined.
Much left to think about related to money, mother and love for their child, even when the inevitable of her death is at stake, very thought provoking stories, I enjoyed.
sfumature di Grey. Ma è un altro Grey
Raccolta assai poco soddisfacente, per quel che ricordo, Ma contiene un racconto, Segretaria, che ha il grandissimo pregio di aver ispirato molto liberamente assai Secretary del, lieve film su sadomasochismo e amore a lieto fine illuminato dalla presenza di Maggie Gyllenhaal.
In giorni di tristezza e masochismo elettorale, la visione di MaggieLee alle prese con il dominatore Grey sic! è un sollievo, Potere degli occhi azzurri.



Dell'altro Grey, mio grave limite, conosco solo l'esistenza, Mi basta.
I remember the first time I read sitelinkSelfHelp and when I picked up sitelinkLust and Other Stories, There was this intimidation, this contempt, this other sadness, I wanted to be this good, I wanted to crawl, to burrow into the reader and make myself known,

Dammit.

Gaitskill's collection creeps in like that, . . at first I was kind of bored, I wasn't impressed with the beginning stories, . it was what I had been experiencing this entire year with the books that I've chosen to read, Meh. But, with Mirror Ball I began to feel that clenching, that annoying jealousy, With an opening line "He took her soulthough, being a secularminded person, he didn't think of it that way, " I was right back at that growling, mewling MINE stage,

Seriously, this sucks,

I am not a good person, I want to applaud these women, I want to feel some sisterly bonding with them, but I know that if I had the chance, I would so pull their hair and scratch at their eyes.


I am the effaced soul on the musician's floor, I am the agonized face, I am the monsters, the demons, the Alzheimer's, the malaria ridden day laborer, the stupid trysts.


I am angry, .