Ally Blumenfeld reviews The Most Beautiful Rot by Ocean Capewell

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The Most Beautiful Rot is exactly what its title suggests: the story of four not-so-beautiful lives making the most out of what they are given, which, among addiction and disease, includes a literal rot – a giant compost pile in the backyard of a crumbling house in a poor urban neighborhood. Ocean Capewell is a gifted writer who weaves together four narratives into one compelling account of young, twenty-something, punkish, queerish, poorish life in the 2000s.

We first meet Tabitha, fresh out of high school and into the world of lesbian love.  She follows a girlfriend across the country, is promptly dumped, and finds a home – and family – in the form of three twenty-somethings living meager lives in a run-down house with less-than-adequate amenities.  Tabitha’s narrative is sweet, earnest, and full of love and possibility.  From there we are tossed into Xandria’s story, which, especially on the heels of Tabitha’s personal prose, feels sterile, bland, and almost forced.  At first I felt perhaps we should have stayed in Tabitha’s care, but after reading about Xandria’s resentment of Tabitha’s innocence, I realized it is a much more interesting choice if only because it made me think back on Tabitha and wonder if I did too. Next we find ourselves entangled in Jasmine’s compelling narrative, in which she is faced with a troubling diagnosis and finds herself with not much to fall back on. Jasmine’s voice is poetic and strong; it was into her world that I found myself feeling most pulled.  The author succeeds in finding four distinct voices here, while delving deeper into the themes of friendship, love, hopelessness, and personal meaning with each chapter.

The last character we meet is Lydia. She is the reality check The Most Beautiful Rot needed – reminding her roommates that young white girls leaving privileged homes to live in a poor neighborhood does not mean they are “fighting oppressive forces.” (no kidding!)  Lydia is truly the novel’s center of gravity.  She is the most realistic of the four girls; rightfully it is through her eyes that we see their innocence lost.  Her narrative concludes our time with these girls and our look into their young, messy, and sometimes tragic lives.  What impressed me most about The Most Beautiful Rot was its freedom.  The text moves swiftly, bubbles over, and quietly pools before babbling once again.  It never lingers too long, nor does it become overly sentimental.  Though there are a handful of clichés throughout, all told this book felt invigoratingly new.

The young women we come to meet have stories not often read or written. There is a sense that Capewell writes from a place she knows well, and her eagerness and honesty in sharing these girls’ lives with us makes it a refreshing read.  I would recommend this book to young queer women looking for more faces like theirs in YA lit (though I wouldn’t necessarily classify this as so).  Never quite fully dipping into after-school special mode, The Most Beautiful Rot does invite us to face a host of social issues, including sexual abuse, drug and alcohol addiction, disease, racism, and classism.  There are characters of varying shapes, sizes, and sexual and gender identities.  But sometimes the goofy political correctness shocked me out of the narrative’s momentum, and while it did beg some suspension of disbelief at points, the heart of the novel was filled with truths to which it was hard not to connect. The Most Beautiful Rot is truly a contemporary piece, and in spite of its flaws, it is a triumph for the lonely young queer kid who hopes to carve their story into marble someday.

 

Casey reviews If You Follow Me by Malena Watrous

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Maybe my expectations were too high for Malena Watrous’s first novel If You Follow Me.  I was pretty psyched about it from the get-go because it was about a bisexual English as a second language teacher who goes to Japan (just like me! well, except for the Japan part).  But overall I felt like this novel really didn’t make it off the ground, despite some of the things it had going for it.

So the main character Marina (read: slightly fictionalized version of the author—the physical description of her in the book even matches the author photo) goes to Japan because she doesn’t know what else to do with herself after she graduates from college; she basically follows her girlfriend there (uh, hence the name of the book).  She’s also just lost her dad to suicide, so she’s running from that as well.  The novel’s blurb describes the story as a “fish-out-of-water tale, a dark comedy of manners, and a strange kind of love story.” Honestly, I don’t feel like this book is any of those things.

I mean, it’s not funny, like, at all.  I don’t mean that necessarily as a bad thing, but it was weird to expect dark comedy and comedy of manners and get neither.  The love story (spoiler alert) with Marina’s supervisor Hiroshi could have been really cute, but it picks up too early in the book and then is mostly dropped again until the very end.  It was interesting to get a peek into Marina and her girlfriend Carolyn’s relationship at the period where this early twenties romance is losing its incentive but I wanted to be excited about the next romantic prospect and/or care about the disintegration of the first relationship.  Unfortunately neither happened for me.  You sort of got glimpses of what kind of person Hiroshi was, but not enough to really get on board with the romance.  This is too bad, because I think the book missed an opportunity to counteract that terrible “Asian men aren’t sexy” stereotype and give life to an interracial romance.  (Sidenote: if you’re looking for books that do a relationship between a white bi woman and an Asian man really well, check out Malinda Lo’s Adaptation and Inheritance).

As for the fish-out-of-water thing, If You Follow Me is basically a story about an American traveller whose antics are supposed to be endearing and funny but are just culturally insensitive, ignorant, and annoying.  I felt this way and I’ve never been to Japan and hardly know anything about it, so I can’t imagine how irritating it would be to someone who has or does.  I mean, how hard can it be to do some research and figure out how to sort your fucking garbage?  But anyway, I’ve dealt with idiotic American travellers, and their self-centredness is not cute, it’s gross and rude.  I just really couldn’t sympathize with Marina in this regard.

I don’t know: I guess I understand why this novel and the main character are so self-indulgent.  I mean, Marina is 22 and If You Follow Me is a first novel and so clearly about the author.  But understanding those things didn’t make me like it any more.  I’ll probably check out the next thing Watrous writes, because well-written fiction about bi characters is hard to come by, but with trepidation rather than enthusiasm.

 

Link Round Up: May 29 – June 3

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The Advocate posted 10 Great LGBT Summer Reads.

AfterEllen posted The AfterEllen Book Club: Choices for June.

Autostraddle posted Lez Liberty Lit #47: Filled With Poetry.

 

Bold Strokes Nottingham Festival is happening on June 7th and 8th! Authors who are attending have been posting on BSB blog.

LGBTQ Recs Month posted Posting Instructions.

The Rainbow Reader posted Forty Years On with Dykewomon and Jacobs.

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Sistahs On the Shelf posted Books 2 Check Out – May 2014.

Tess Sharpe, author of Far From You, was interviewed at Bisexual Books.

Living as a Lesbian by Cheryl Clarke was reviewed at Lambda Literary.

That’s So Gay! Microagressions in the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Community by Kevin L. Nadal was reviewed at Bisexual Books.

Viral by Suzanne Parker was reviewed at Lambda Literary.

Playing My Love by Angela Peach was reviewed at Girl Guide London.

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Kalyanii reviews My Awesome Place by Cheryl Burke

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It is not in spite of the grit, irreverence and sordid encounters that Cheryl B.’s life serves as an inspiration; rather, it is because of the rawness and honesty with which she relays each and every detail. Without apologies, Cheryl B. within her posthumously published memoir, My Awesome Place, recounts the most tragic and triumphant moments of her life, cut short by complications from the treatment of Hodgkin’s lymphoma. A legendary spoken-word poet, performance artist, writer and member of the queer community, Cheryl B.’s story continues to spur creative souls to live their truth and express it boldly.

Growing up in a working class family amid both emotional and physical abuse, Cheryl B.’s childhood was no age of innocence. The stories are heartbreaking, even as she tells them with her characteristic irony and cynicism. While Cheryl B.’s home life was a barrage of high-conflict drama and emotional neglect, school proved an exercise in invalidation as she was discouraged from the pursuit of higher education. Seeking direction with the college application process, she remembers, her guidance counselor even suggested that “someone like her” should set her sights on a career as a toll taker on the New Jersey Turnpike.

Undaunted, Cheryl B. moved to New York to attend NYU and later The New School, where she found herself surrounded by a plethora of kindred spirits and opportunities to create her art. She collaborated with one of her closest friends on her foray into performance art and began participating in the poetry slams at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, which ultimately led to a legendary career amid what was later recognized as the heyday of spoken-word performance.

Thrust in the hub of New York’s arts culture, Cheryl initially declined the offers of cocaine, opting for a few drinks and bong hits, until one of her girlfriends persuaded her to give it a try. Impressed with its ability to “cut the drunk,” she let go of her resistance. Before long, all-nighters, lost memories and foggy interludes had become the norm as she grieved her father’s death and the loss of what never was while he was alive. Relationships ended, one of her dearest friends became very ill and her loneliness grew.

After he died, I slipped into an angry depression, what I later identified as a breakdown that lasted years. I drank to excess, turning mean and paranoid. I was incredibly needy but turned everyone away. I trusted no one, not even Chris, with whom I was in love. I was prone to crying fits. I once tried to punch out a store window in the East Village. The window won. I couldn’t concentrate on my writing; instead I spent my creative energy putting together slutty outfits from $10 store offerings. I broke up with my best friend and was sure my other friends were all talking about how crazy I was behind my back. Basically, the world was conspiring against me. I was drowning in self-pity, cocaine and tequila. My self-diagnosed existential crisis was nothing more than a drug-fueled alcoholic rampage.

The momentum continued to build until she awakened one Sunday morning to the realization that “not only had I been blacking out, acquiring facial rashes, neglecting my cat and sleeping with men I barely knew and rarely remembered, there was also a bad conceptual art factory beneath my bed” comprised of a Snapple bottle half-filled with tequila, a constellation of cat hair, Ziploc bags, pretzel parts and discarded condoms among other treasures. Flushing the drugs down the toilet and pouring the alcohol down the kitchen drain, Cheryl B. decided that the time was ripe for change and committed to sobriety for 30 days, which became 10 years shortly after her diagnosis.

Cheryl B. left a working draft of this memoir upon her death in June of 2011. As a tribute to her life and her work, her partner, Kelli Dunham, and members of her writing group made use of notes and emails to pull together the completed work. The writing is often far from clean, verb tense inconsistencies abound and typos crop up more than a time or two; but, these apparent flaws only serve as a reminder that in the end Cheryl B. was robbed of the opportunity to edit the manuscript herself.

More information about Cheryl B.’s literary accomplishments can be found in a piece entitled “Remembering Cheryl B.” at www.lambdaliterary.org. Video footage of her readings can be accessed at www.youtube.com.

Nicole reviews A Good Death by Helen Davis

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To begin: this book is very well written. The prose is crisp, adept, and emotionally evocative. I read the entire book in two absorbed sittings. It’s a refreshing piece of literature. It also, towards the end, gets crazy insane. Let’s start from the beginning.

This novel covers the story of four close friends: Helen, Sophie, Theo, and Georgie. All strong, independent, beautiful women, the main character, written in the first person, is Georgie, who is straight. Helen and Sophie are a lesbian couple, and Theo is their rakishly seductive straight friend. Written in a non-linear format, the book jumps back and forth from current time (a weekend together at Helen and Sophie’s house when they are nearing fifty) and a trip to Peru they took together when they were twenty and in university, which events have far-reaching effects on their current lives.

The mystery of What Happened on that fateful Peruvian trip is teased out until about the three quarter mark of the book, at which point the secret is revealed.  Up to this point, the book is a tightly-written, clever little piece of work that I found myself absorbed in. Once the secrets are revealed however, things go a bit crazy – it’s difficult to say more without spoiling the plot for prospective readers.

I am in two minds about this insanity. On the one hand, I think it’s kind of great. It’s a far better alternative than sticking to tried-and-true (and boring!) tropes. And it’s difficult to imagine the book ending in a different way that would still be as interesting.  On the other, it throws the reader a bit of a curveball, which is unexpected, and throws one out of the plot somewhat. It’s almost as if the book changes genres halfway through – it goes from being a creative story about past events and future consequences spiced with mystery and some dark intrigue, and turns into urban fantasy or fantastic realism. The clues that the universe our characters inhabit involve this fantasy element are not well established in the first three-quarters of the book, which is why the sudden switch is so…strange.

With that being said, don’t let it put you off reading A Good Death.  It displays some excellent writing skills from Helen Davis and it’s one of the better books I’ve read recently.

In terms of the LGBT aspect, the main character is straight, but a lesbian couple is well-represented within as strong secondary characters. Their relationship, and their individual personalities, are excellently done – no falling back on cliches and caricatures. Sophie’s strained relationship with her disapproving family is a story that many of us can relate to and feel empathy towards.  If you’re looking for a book that does not necessarily revolve around a queer protagonist but does provide excellent representation, then I’d recommend checking this one out.

Check out more of Nicole’s reviews at her book blog, Books I Should Have Read A Long Time Ago.