"Beauty invited the Beast for a stroll on a srystal path strewn with hollow silver hearts that were being stirred up by stiff gusts of wind like clouds of dust: and so everything began." And so begins F/32, Eurudice's award winning first novel about Ela (a pseudonym meaning orgasm). The sight of Ela stops all hearts. Ela is an expert on love. No matter how many people love her, she daily inspires more. She spends half her life avoiding the people who love her, and the other half making them love her. She is mind-blowing. A mock-quest for self-understanding and unification, F/32 lures the reader into a landscape of sexual alienation, continually interrupted by gags, dreams, mirror reflections, flashbacks, and scenes from Manhattan. Between the poles of desire and butchery the novel and Ela sail, the awed reader going along for one of the most dazzling rides in recent American fiction.
Eurydice was born on Lesbos and brought up in Alexandria and Athens. She has published f/32 (Kasak Books, Fiction Collective), f/32: The Second Coming (Virago Books), Satyricon USA (Scribner Books). She has published a book of poetry in Greek, chapbooks and zines. She holds a BA in Creative Writing and Fine Arts from Bard College, a Greek University degree in Minoan Archaeology, and MA in Creative Writing from the University of Colorado at Boulder, and an MA and an MFA from Brown University.
I tried and I failed. You may think a novel featuring a disembodied vagina in a jar would be hilarious, but trust me, it isn’t. Feisty feminist fiction whose sell-by date expired in 1992. Reads pretty much like Mrs Robert Coover or Mr Kathy Acker. Blerk.
This is just pointlessly offensive, revealing absolutely nothing about the nature of the human experience. I really despise this author. I read this book years before I read her annoying Satyricon expose of the bdsm community.
This was my second reading of this book, and my second attempt to find any literary value in it. The first time, I suspected it was written purely for shock value. This time I could see some meaningful metaphors in that shocking imagery. I learned of this book through the web site Alternative-X, a site I discovered in my early days on the Internet and thought I had discovered an exciting new literary world. This was one of four or five avant-pop books I bought after reading about them or their authors on Alt-X. They were all disappointing - this one shockingly so.