Oh, what a freakin' waste of money...Winterson, Jeanette. Written on the Body. New York: Knopf, 1993. (Original UK Edition: 1992)Summary
: The unnamed, unsexed narrator falls in love with Louise, who is dying of leukemia. Believing that only Louise's brilliant but uncharming oncologist husband can save her, s/he agrees to separate him/herself completely from Louise...and then regrets that choice severely.Comments
: Sexing the Cherry
was actually halfway decent, but this novel was about three dozen steps backward. Okay, so, bisexual protagonist leaves long-term, committed relationship for the burning flames of True Love(tm). Which we all know won't last. 'Cause it never does. People like that get no respect from me; I felt like I was reading a reprise of Hanif Kureishi's Intimacy
, and I hated both novels about equally. Even the prose itself was less exciting than some of Winterson's other endeavors, and that little anatomy lesson/obsessive prose poem just ruined the rest of the story for me. Ugh. I'm sorry, but some 180+ pages of angsting about how to best love another person--when, in reality, it's all about ME ME ME!--simply try my patience. It's manipulative, and it turns people like Louise into mere objects. The author does, evidently, have a lot more growing up (at least emotionally) to do, and the approach of middle age seems to be reawakening infantile tendencies.Notes
: hardcover, 1st American edition, out-of-print; trade paperback edition availableRating
- About the only thing written on this body is an emphatic thumbs DOWN.