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I am going on Vacation!
I have been pretty stressed lately. An unfortunately consequence is I lose all ability to read. I carry around enough books. In fact, my life is kind experiencing a book explosion. I have three books by my bed. One by the stove. Six in my car. And two in the bag I carry around everywhere. I really need to get things under control before I break my back with all the books I carry but not read. So with this vacation I have decided to Get My Act Together. To start with...pre-vacation reading. I bought the new Harry Potter book(my cheap macaroni and cheese is heating and I am prepared to settle in). I only hope it won't stress me out. I really can't handle that right now. I am telling you....very stressed(you know its bad when you worry that a children's book may send you stress levels over the edge). Damn that work. Then, this morning I went to Half Price Books to buy some cheap paperback light readings for my trip. My only requirement, I don't want to read a book that has the word "struggle" in the description. I need to relax...so I do not need to read about someone Struggling to OverCome something(and yes, I know, I don't need you to point out that I just in one sentence excluded HP from my booklist. But that's different...they are using wands to OverCome. So make that the exception, If you are going to use a big pointy stick to OverCome Something they you get a free pass). And I learned something...I think modern writers these days are snobs. I mean come on if you don't have the writing chops to put your literary masterpiece between cheap cardboard that requires taping after one reading with a woman's breast and leg sprawled across the front....then maybe just maybe you aren't as good as you think you are. I am just sayin you don't see Graham Greene complaining. Now I know I know...publishing industry blah blah blah...I don't need the lecture I know all about it move to "quality paperbacks" etc etc. I've heard it all before. I just think that if you can't handle a little cleavage on you cover maybe your prose is a little stale. So. My current reading plans for my trip to Oaxaca: Kindred by Octavia Butler: I've read almost all her books. And this is her most "Critically Acclaimed" and her first. So it is probably embarrassing I haven't read this. So. Here we go. I think I will have to do a little mourning ritual once I have officially read everything she wrote. Maybe burn a little fire. Roll in the mud. Something. This is less science fiction-y which is why I have been slow to read. But it includes time travel so don't go all "Academic" and claim otherwise....like some people(I'm talking to you Ishiguru, you too Roth). Again about race politics:modern black women meets her slaveowning ancestor. One final note. Ms. Butler doesn't think she is too good to be in cheap paperbacks. I read a novel of hers with an alien with hundreds of phallic like tentacles coming out. Now tentacles are the same thing as cleavage but its pretty damn close. The Good Terrorist by Doris Lessing: This paper back is so cheap it doesn't even have a description of the book on it. But it does have "a narrative agility which leave few left-wing sacred cows unscathed" which sounds just right for me. Plus I have been meaning to read Lessing for awhile. And have I mentioned I am kind of obsessed with left wing terrorist organizations. Have I mentioned you should totally see this movie: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0343168/ On second thought, maybe this is not a good book to bring to Oaxaca..... The Known World by Edward Jones: About slavery(hmmm...two slavery books in one vacation...maybe that is not a good idea). I've been meaning to read for awhile. Unfortunately this is one of those, "I am too good for breasts on the cover" books. But we make our exceptions. Some of the time. Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry: Been meaning to read this for awhile. I am a Big McMurty fan although I have never made a foray into his "western" books. This is I think a good start. Cowboys here I come! And that is it so far....I shall be updating the list as flight to the DF nears. I am thinking a Graham Greene book, maybe a Willa Cather, maybe another sci fi. I don't know. I probably bring and not read one of the many nonfiction books that have exploded about my life and car.
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I've wrote awhile back about Kieslowski's first movie, Blue, in the Three Colors trilogy. I have been slow to watch the other two because of my rather uncertain reaction to Blue. But this past week I finally watched White. Here's the thing. I do not understand what happens in the movie At All. Really. It makes no sense. Have you ever watched something and every time something happens, you think "WELL Okkkkk....if you say so". For instance, husband and wife who are getting a divorce(because the man refuses to have sex with her) are fighting. Then, they are having sex, nope man losses the erection. So. Woman sets her own hair salon on fire. Or later. Man moves back to Poland, works in a hair salon. Gets involved with the Russian mob. Tricks the mob out of a hefty land deal. Evades death from the mob, because that's right all the money is set to go to the Church in case of his death. Decides to fake his own death to get ex-wife back to Poland to come to his funeral. Or how about the sub-plot were random man in the train station hires are hapless hero to murder him because he is too chicken to kill himself? You see. I am totally lost. Or how about the end, where his wife gets sent to jail for the murder for the death that never happened? Did I mention this was a comedy? Interestingly, I actually did find it funny. Very funny in fact. The fight scene were the hapless hero is getting strangled on a bowl of water? Hilarious. If you can't tell, the movie is very ridiculous. So why is this interesting? It is interesting, because despite the fact that I totally didn't not get what was happening in this movie. Like at all. And despite the fact that it was super ridiculous and I found it very funny: this movie was extraordinarily emotionally moving. The emotional narrative of the film completely and totally made sense. I just find it extremely interesting that you can have a narrative make no sense, but the emotional narrative be very visceral and poignant. So in the commentary of the dvd, one of Kieslowski's long time collaborators and friends says the Trois Colours trilogy is her least favorite of his work. And based on what I have seen so far I can kind of agree. But, what she says, is you can't deny they are really trying to get at sometime on the emotional landscape, which I think really really is true. And also, there is a multi-dimensional aspect with the three films when you look at them all together. I think this is an interesting thought. I will be interested to see how Red interacts with this. A final comment. The music in this movie and Blue is intense. Absolutely perfect.
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So my favorite theater is relocating(thanks progress!), the downtown Alamo, because the rents are increasing. Tuesday night I went to the second to last night of its lovely existence. The "Thank You for Smoking Screening"(yep that's right, even in smoke free Austin) of Jean-Luc Godard's Breathless. I've seen this movie before, many times actually, seen it even in the theater. It is funny. The owner of the Alamo stood up at the beginning of the movie and stated "blahblahblah, I can't believe we are showing this pretentious piece of crap movie. New Wave my ass, etcetc. But we kind of HAVE to show it because Jean-Paul Belmondo smoked over 1000 cigarettes in this movie, so it is kind of appropriate....blahblahblah." After the movie, he stands up and say "OK. I am a fucking asshole. I watched this movie when I was 21 and was stupid. This movie is fucking awesome." Well. Now. My Sentiments Exactly. Don't get me wrong. Godard has made some pretension shit movies that are basically unwatchable. But Breathless is not one of them. In fact, I think if you are going to watch only one French New Wave movie, Breathless is basically it. Maybe Jules and Jim, but maybe that is just because I am hot for Jeanne Moreau. Actually, my favorite Godard movie of all time is Contempt. It has this scene in the middle were the main couple is fighting in the apartment. Single best fight scene in all of cinema. Seriously. But I am getting off track. The point is: Breathless is fucking awesome. It, like Contempt, has this scene in the middle where they stop all action in the movie to just hang out in an apartment. I absolutely adore that scene actually. Some fun filled observations from the after-glow of this movie.... 1. To begin with a quote from the man of genius: "at the cinema, you raise your eyes to the screen; in front of the television, you lower them." There is nothing left to comment on that. It speaks for itself. (Though remind me to stop watching so many movies on my laptop.) Well ok...maybe one comment. It is amazing how much more intense this movie is in the theater. I first watched it on a tv and enjoyed it enough. But in the theater...for example the scene after Patricia calls the cops? You just don't get the same swirling feel as you do on the big screen. 2. Every movie translation of the final scene I have ever seen says: Michel: You're a louse. Patricia:What did he say? Police Officer:He said you are a louse. Patricia:What is louse? But apparently a better translation is: Michel:It is disgusting Patricia:What did he say? Police Officer:He says you're disgusting. Patricia:What is disgusting? Is it just me, or does the second make more sense? First, maybe it is just me because calling people lice isn't in my working vocabulary. (Though maybe I should start, hrrm...."damn louse" i guess it has a ring to it…but anyway) Also, I feel like the second dialogue is more ambiguous(for the better actually). The first makes it sound like Patricia is asking a translation question(to me). Also, the second is so obviously less pointed. Michel is commenting on the state of things. Not a person. Which makes so much more sense in light of the movie. 3. In light of the previous post on pregnancy, this is kind of a funny follow up. The idea of this movie being a woman's sojourn into pregnancy makes me endlessly amused(though no one i have ever heard has said this). Here is something I have always always been confused about in this movie. Patricia is in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror. Post pregnancy conversation. She counts on her hands to nine. Puts her head in her face. Looks up confident into the mirror. Salutes and says "dismissed". Now I know most people take this scene to mean "Holy fuck, I am pregnant." then "Oh well. It's all good" But I always wondered if actually this counting implies that she figures out that the baby is definitely not Michel's or maybe definitely is Michel's. I don't know!! Everytime I see this scene I want to beat my fist in my head to figure it out. 4. Godard is a Maoist which doesn't require much comment. I just find that interesting. 5. Truffaut co-wrote the movie who I like maybe even more than Godard(though Contempt is my favorite of all the New Wave movies I have seen). I just like more of his movies with more weight. And I think that Antoine Doinel is one of the most interesting characters(there are alot of course, but he is in the pool of tops) ever created. 6. Interesting wikipedia factoid of Hollywood history: The actress who played Patricia (Jean Seberg) apparently late in the 60s got heavily involved with the Black Panthers. She was heavily watched by the Hoover as a consequence. When she was seven months pregnant "somebody" spread the rumor the baby was not her husband's but a member the Black Panther. She ended up having the baby premature and baby ended up dying soon after it was born. So in a press conference, Jean Seberg went on and showed pictures of the dead baby to prove it was not a baby of African decent. Isn't that incredibly weird? For the next nine years, she suffered deep depression and multiple attempts at suicide. Only to finally commit suicide in 1979. Rather depressing.
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Recently I have seen two movies by Danish filmmakers. First, The Celebration which came on high, high recommendation. Then, After The Wedding, in the theater no less. I liked both alot. The Celebration more because I think it had better pacing. After the Wedding kind of dragged at moments. I don't think Susanne Bier should have cut anything per se, but at least trimmed some of the scenes. After The Wedding: Have you ever seen Dancer in the Darker(another Dane, notice a pattern? I think they may have the movie niche covered of heart-torturing family dramas) ? You know the very last scene? With the glasses? And the singing? And the screaming? That scene is so intense and raw that it is kind of over the point of being bearable. Well, After the Wedding has a scene like that. This character is pleading desperately that they don't want to die and it is such a real and human fear that it is hard to watch. You have to respect that. Alot. Also, this movie is kind of one of those DUN-DA-Dunnnnn movies without actually being like that. Set up is man working with orphans in India goes back home to try and get this investor support his group. Hasn't been back to Denmark in like 20 years. While meeting with the investor, turns out the investors daughter is getting married that weekend. Invitation. Recognition of wife of investor at wedding. And. Dun-Da-Dunnnn something happens. But because this is a Good Movie and not a Bad movie. It isn't like that. Yeah stuff unfolds. Shit happens. And the remaining oh 2.5 hours of the movie is about these people interacting. And that is pretty awesome. Something else that is pretty cool. So there are two people that used to be lovers(20 years ago), it ended badly, there are feelings of regret etc. But this movie doesn't pull the sentimental crap move where it is all romantic between the two people when the re-meet. I mean, people change. You form different relationships. Better relationship though perhaps flawed. So when you see long-loss-love you don't get all starry-eyed. Yes, there is familiarity and warmth. But there is also, annoyance. Old anger. And general ambivalence. I like that this movie was able to express that. I also liked that is tries to think about what it means to be a person acting for the good of others. Through service and activism. I think this is a pretty complicated topic and I don't think this movie hides from that at all. The movie is spoken in Danish, Swedish, and English. Something that embarrassing highlights of my ongoing displays of ignorance is I completely missed that Swedish part. Even more embarrassing since one main character exclusive speaks Swedish and it kind of an important plot point. Luckily I went to the movie with a friend who is Faroese(Faroe Islands are islands near Iceland which is a territory of Denmark) who clued me in at the end. A warning though, this movie is pretty stressful to watch. I left with my back pretty tense. I felt a strong desire to have a drink afterwards and relax. I think if you were not in the right mood, you would pretty much hate this movie. The Celebration:
I think this movie has the single best toasts scenes I have ever seen. I won't get into it because I don't want to ruin it for you. But it is absolutely great. This movie, like Wedding, is terrifically underplayed. I mean, the movie is super dramatic in terms of what happens in the movie. But because the acting is so subtle it is not Super Dramatic Movie. Which is pretty damn impressive. This movie is also one of those Dun Da Dunnnnn movies where family meets for the father's birthday only to have Something Happen. But that something happens pretty early on and the rest is pretty much, ok What Now reactions from the people there. I absolutely love the random collection of non-family observers kind stuck in the situation just as much as how it plays out to the main characters. It is remarkably believable. Both this movie and Wedding both have terrific dance scenes in the middle of the movies. In The Celebration it is middle of the night drunken, happy dancing to the piano, In Wedding it is dancing at dawn also drunken to the song It's Raining Men. Both of these scenes are the most authentic glimpses at late night dancing and it is very beautiful. Actually that is the thing about both of these movies, the emotions, the actions just feel very very true and authentic. Part of me wants to talk about what the Celebration actually deals with, but if you haven't seen it I want to not so you get the experience first hand. Not that it matters, because the great thing about this movie is it isn't so much about The Revelation, oh my god revelation, but watching the people deal with it once it is out there. But I will say this. The movie really deals with denial pretty well. Not just denial, but blatant irrational denial. Something I am unfortunately a master at. I highly recommend not seeing the trailer to this movie until after seeing the movie. Single Worse Trailer Ever. Maybe worse than the American trailer for Fireworks. So Susanne Bier(Wedding) also did Brothers which I am told is amazing. I rented it awhile back when I was not in a movie mood, so I ended up not watching it. So I think I will rent it again.
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So I have been urged to get back on the wagon so to speak. So here I go. I was thinking of doing a movie dump like I did a few posts back, but got a little carried away. So I shall trickle out those movie reviewish things in more than one post. Been awhile....so alot of movies. Most recently, I give you my deep annoyance with KNOCKED UP.....don't say I didn't warn you.
I do not like comedies. That's what I usually say when it comes up. Plus tossing in the joke that "I don't like to laugh. It kind of hurts my mouth." Well, I think I am funny, and it is only egotism to want people to laugh at your jokes. But that is not exactly true, it is just safer to say that then deal with "well come come, why can't you go see Jackass Two, or Borat, etc". Just not my kind of movie. So I was kind of surprised that I wanted to see this movie. Though was not surprised when I didn't like this movie. Actually this movie was kind of like a really really bad dream, where your actions make no sense, but inflict upon you nightmare situations that you can't get out of because your legs are like jelly. The only times it was funny where when I turned to my friend in complete horror and terror. I mean really here is an attractive successful woman(who happens to live with her sister, yeah! That is believable) who has a random hook up with a fat loser only to get pregnant because the fat loser is too retarded to know how to put a condom on has sex with her without one. So what does she do? She decides to not only keep the baby, but also date the baby as well. Because you know, who wouldn't want to date a selfish asshole while you are pregnant? What is worse is maybe this all makes sense, maybe...I mean I know alot of crazy crazy women, marriage and baby obsess, who would make these kind of choices(god please save them). But is this explained in the movie? Nope. We just get the dim Barbie acting with no explanation. Oh and the side plot of crazy shrill woman living a life she hates. Man! What could be more funny! Hey, but at least the men in the movie are explained and have depth. I think if we didn't have that we would be looking at the worse movie ever. So here is the thing, if you squint your eyes a little(maybe with one eye open and the other closed so you don't notice the women in the movie, this movie is perfect with real depth. A real feel good. Now maybe you think I am being a little hard on the selfish, childish loser. But I am sorry I just don't buy the ending. I mean, don't get me wrong. I act shitty. You act shitty. We all act shitty. But when we do that, especially if we are a hot successful, marketable(ok I hang out with too many economists) person, we dump the shitty. And I just don't buy the sudden "transformation and acceptance" due to and because of the "miracle of child-birth". Or at least GOD I HOPE NOT, because in a few years, well, your then married to the fat, irresponsible, selfish, loser. Yah. With any luck, you can turn into Shrill-Woman who lives a life she Hates and Makes Everyone Miserable. And how is this supposed to be a happy ending again? After watching that movie, I felt a need to watch something lighter to make my eyes to stop bleeding, you know something like The Decalogue or The Shining.
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"I think myself in love, and dream myself out of it." Several years ago, I finally sat myself down to read The Sun Also Rises. I had my general disgruntliedness to Sir Hemingway at that point, but I liked the idea of the book so I thought I would try it. I was in the end of my time at graduate school and probably should have been working. It was raining so I was stuck in the donut shop near the campus. And I read the book for hours, nearly toppling over. There are good books, I read many of them, the kind that you spend all Saturday in bed reading when you should be doing this, that and definitely the other....but you are sucked in and want to consume it and all else is mere irritation. But then there are other books, that take you the next level. The kind of thing that speaks to your very essences and IS True in a way that nothing else is. After reading The Sun Also Rises all I wanted to do was eat and drink. Really drink. Which I promptly did. The book is perfect because it is able to truly capture what it is to be obsessed with someone who feels nothing for you. A disharmonious power relationship. But screw even that, it is just alive and visceral and makes you want to BE more alive and emotional and....well drunk. It has been a long time since I read something like that. Thomas Wolfe, sure definitely. Marcel Proust before Sun. But maybe that is it. Last Thursday...a pretty boring night, I was wandering the bookstore looking at magazines and came across this interview in The Paris Review about this writer Javier Marias. Never heard of him. But in the introduction, it said that he was extremely popular in Europe these days and sadly has not made the transition so well to the US(although he is translated). And apparently J.M. Coetzee, Salman Rushdie, and W.G. Sebald all consider him their favorite writer. !!!!! OK, I still haven't read Sebald. But those other two are fucking amazing and they are obsessed with this guy? OK, methinks I can check it out. So off I wander to his books and after reading the first page of several of the books I sat surrounded by them trying to figure out which of them I should buy, because I HAD TO BUY ALL OF THEM RIGHT NOW...but clearly I should only dole it out and buy one, but WHICH ONE SHOULD I BUY??!!!?? So I bought "I think myself in love, and dream myself out of it"-otherwise known as A Man of Feeling or El Hombre Sentimental. Reading this book made me want to tear my heart out of my chest with my own fingers. It is short, exact, beautiful...I kept thinking of Proust when I read it(well proust baby isn't so short and exact but in other ways they are very similar). It is perfectly able to capture both being in love and simultaneously how memory is faulty and unable to remember emotion. When you are no longer in love with someone you can say "I was in love with them" but can you remember that feeling? They are just words, dictating how something was, but is not. What is amazing, mind blowing, heart exploding is he is able to say all this while simultaneously perfectly showing you a person falling for someone. Also perfectly showing how another person can hold on to memory of something that is passed, built a perfect little box for themselves and that memory and reside in that attactment and die with that attactment and never move on out of some sort of perverse eulogy. I am going to read A Heart so White next and can't even focus for the excitement.
Now I sure you probably think I am being over-dramatic here...but I am really Not Being Overdramatic. Marias is fantastic. More than fantastic even.
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I recently finished The Dispossessed and it is making me think a lot about forms of control and power(ah yes, such a new topic for me, I know). The Dispossessed by Ursula Le Guin is a science fiction book set on a world that is much like our own, although much more like Cold War Earth than current day Earth. But some time in it distant path, there was a collapse of some sort and the rise of a fringe group of Anarchist that gain some power and are eventually given the moon to colonize to rather get rid of them as a rival to the established government. The Anarchist are given the moon, but in order to maintain the isolation and freedom they want for the Earth also have to continue the mining responsibilities in exchange for basic good from Earth. The book talks alot about what it means to think in terms of possession. To see everything outside of myself as an object and think of it as something that I possess or do not possess. How this objectification of all things outside of yourself forms a relationship of enslavement, because it is impossible not to apply this evaluation of "value" to all things outside of yourself and turn that inward to make your own value be based on the objects outside of yourself. Living in a culture where all things are comodified how is it possible to transcend this? I think poses an interesting point about how hard it is detach oneself to materialism when one is surrounded by it. These thoughts are nothing new of course. But I rather like the idea taking it further and thinking about the possession you become when you see everything as a possession.
Another topic that is quite interesting was the discussion of the nature of a "government-less" government. I use the quotes because the book talks alot about how even with no rules per se people still enforce a code of action on each other. In the book, this comes in the form of peer pressure and social exclusion. Humans are pretty lazy. Very lazy. And generally want to maintain the status quo no matter what. So maybe there is no laws and jails to deal with those who fit outside the lazy, status quo "normal", but in the end, people will ostracize and enforce in a way that can be even more oppressive that a dictatorship. And this is not just external either: People also have a general desire for acceptance. Therefore, there is self-enforcement that happens based upon the perception of what is acceptable in the social sphere. When one thinks of "complete freedom", I think it would be easy to forget this monster of social pressure that exists outside of government which does actually govern.
I am planning on reading Le Guin's book The Left Hand of Darkness which is about gender and considering the absence of duality. I am rather looking forward to it.
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Octavia Butler died at the age of 58 on February 25, 2006 said the above quote. I discovered her writing when I was 17 via a book on writing by Orson Scott Card, who held and probably still holds her writing in high esteem. So I prompt read Wildseed and considered it high on my list of favorite books. For some reason, I didn't immediately read the other books in that series, Mind of my Minds; Clayark; or Patternmaster(also apparently Survivor which is out of print because Butler later decided that it was not as good and should never have been published), but knew someday I would get to it. Over the years I have read her Parable series, Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents....it depresses me that she will never be able to finish this planned trilogy due to her early death, and the Xenogenesis trilogy(Dawn , Lilith's Brood, and Adulthood Rites). Octavia Butler is a Black, woman, lesbian( or bi...not sure), science fiction writer. She writes about gender, race, power, sexuality, class, resource consumption, and aliens. Classification. If you read the below review I link to for Children of Men (the second one that is) you see the start of a discussion about the current state were people are working in the genre of science fiction but yet worry or claim contrary to the evidence that they are Not science fiction writers and this is in my post about the director of Children of Men trying to move away from the classification of "Mexican cinema" I wonder what he would say about whether or not the movie is a "Science Fiction movie", merely that is. I have a friend who is a fantasy writer who is annoyed to say it lightly the current trend of "literary" writers taking a stab at science fiction and fantasy but pretending to be or pretending they are somehow doing it with "class". See Ishiguro, see McCarthy, see Roth, see well....loads. I just finish the Patternmaster series, finally after all these years, and I can't help but think about this classification problem. Whenever I tell people about Butler and my love for her work I can't help but talk about how she is interestingly a black female science fiction writer(so sadly rare) and I think she has interesting things to say about power and the politics of the oppressed and that science fiction provides a unique place to address these topics in a new and freer way then many many other forms. Just as I think Children of Men's distopia gave it freedom to talk about humanity and political issues(such as immigration) other places can not. But maybe it is a shame that I talk about her work in this way, because she is not an X-writer that says this and that about X, she is more complicated than that, and damn good writer as well. And she is right, how very dull it is to be defined. With that said...something I very much appreciate about her work are things that she brings to the table in terms of race, gender, and sexuality(sorry not so interested in the environmental aspect and class well that is very minor in her books I think). One thing that she does extrodinarily well is the relationship of the powerful and the powerless. She doesn't do what so many people fall into doing, that is making the powerful demonized that the powerless angelic. For example, in the Patternist series that I finished this week, she writes of a man who is basically immortal because he at will he can inhabit any body he desires, which then promptly kills that person and he "wears" that person's body until he must find another. he lives for so long, due to boredom and loneliness he sets out to breed certain humans to nurture certain traits that he finds admirable. This man is the slave master in a very real way. And yet. Butler is able to write this horrible person is such an appealing way that he is sympathetic to an extent and understood. Similarly, she is able to write about how complicit the powerless become in a dynamic. I think it is interesting how she writes about power relationships because she is very much able to illustrate that they are very much a relationship and a dynamic. An interchange where both parties play a part. Another thing I really value in all of Butler's books is how sexuality and race are never presumed. It seems like so much literature there is an assumed whiteness or an assumed heterosexuality. Or if the characters are not, then its Not-ness is highly defined and in a sense underlined. This reminds me of the culture shock I went through the my first year out of Oberlin. I had grown so used to such an open culture there that I forgot just how heterosexist the rest of the world was(in fact so much so that most people didn't even know what that word was and didn't have it emblazoned in their working vocabulary). But what got me was how much heterosexuality and binary gender roles were just well the assumption. Yes, indeed my culture shock was vast. But the people of her books are of all races and whiteness isn't the standard. Also, people are more often bisexual than not in her books. And of course there is issues with these things. She does not blithely ignore how race and sexuality might face observation and objection. But she doesn't frame it against some Standard of whiteness and heterosexuality. In the Xenogenesis series, she says some very interesting things about male heterosexual's relationship to male homosexuals in terms of the ingrained aversion to submission in power dynamics. Male heterosexuals tend to be more inclined to deep homophobia due this "problem" with submission that is well absence with women. Maybe all this is obvious. But I have to say, the way she wrote about it made me think differently about the topic that I am not sure I am vocalizing well(despite all my years at non-heterosexist Oberlin). I think any one who is slightly interested in science fiction should definitely read Butler. She is awesome. Or even if your not, the Parable series is actually a really interesting political novel in its own right.
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