The Great Literary Penis Embargo of 2010

That whole Franzen/Picoult/Wiener boys get all the attention kerfuffle, made me acutely aware that my To Read pile was leaning disturbingly masculine. While I havent quite sorted out my feelings about the dust up, I do agree that books written by women dont get the same attention as those written by men. Anyone who reads about the literati can see that. This summer and now fall has been all Gary Shteyngart! Jonathan Franzen! Tom McCarthy! David Mitchell! Philip Roth! (and today with the announcement of the Nobel, Mario!)

One Wednesday in June might have been all Aimee Bender! Jennifer Egan! But I could be making that up.

Anyway, all this led me to declare a the Great Literary Penis Embargo of 2010. As an avid reader I make a definite effort to make sure my book list has an equal number of women as men. Its not as easy as it sounds, especially when you want to read all the books everyone is talking about and all those books are written by men. As I write this my on deck reading pile is leering at me from the coffee table. Over there youll find a Peter, a Rosecrans, a Jonathan, two Kevins, a Tom, and one lone Laurie.

See? Even when you make an effort those dudes are all over the place. Which as is why as readers and writers we have to be ever conscious of what were reading and talking and writing about. We set the agenda, and we all know its not just men writing good books. If all we ever do is talk about books written by men were part of the problem.

So, back to the Great Literary Penis Embargo of 2010. During the Embargo I declared I wouldnt read a book written by a man until my male/female ratio was a bit more balanced. Before the embargo it was 19 women to 26 men (though in my defense six of those books were Scott Pilgrim by Bryan Lee OMalley). Ive since brought that number up to 22 to 26 and by the end of the month itll be 24 to 27 (Im weak and cannot resist the draw of Brock Clarkes Exley another moment).

Whats all this got to do with Lynda Barrys Cruddy? Oh, its because without the Embargo I would have never plucked this book from my books Ive owned for eons and not yet read shelf. Plus, its interesting to learn why people choose the books they choose.

Anyway, Im a little pissed that Ive owned this book since it came out in 1999 and only read it now. It was amazing!

Robert Robhesons the sixteen-year-old daughter of a deceased slaughterhouse worker and a very alive, abusive nurse. She lives with her mom and younger sister, Julie, in a cruddy house on a cruddy road in a cruddy town during the cruddy early 70s. Cruddy is presented as Robertas suicide note, and its a doozy. In this note, she breaks the five-year silence about what exactly happened on a cross country roadtrip with her father and how many bodies they left in their wake.

Robertas story is horrifying. This book is not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach. There were paragraphs I had to skip over because the descriptions of slaughter and dead bodies were too graphic for me. In fact, my stomach jumps a little and I shiver just thinking about them. Blech.

But theres also humor in this tragic tale of a girl nobody loved and in the few scenes of tenderness, kindness, there is beauty.

Its a tough read. None of the characters are entirely sympathetic or, at times, even very likable, and yet I was compelled to keep turning pages. I wanted to know what would happen, even though I knew none of it would be good.

This is dubbed an illustrated novel. There are pictures, mostly at the beginning of each chapter. I dont know if this added anything for me. What I did like were the end covers, maps of Robertas journeys. These maps act as a kind of foreshadowing and add more, for me, to the story than the drawings inside the book. However, even without the end covers or any drawings, the story stands on its own.

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5 Comments

  1. margosita 16.Oct.10 at 10:59 am

    This is a great post. I do love hearing why people read what they read. And I also think it is interesting to acknowledge the ways in which we might fail or find bias in our reading habits. Also, the fact that you kept fipping the pages, even when you knew what would happen wasn’t “good,” is always a good sign.

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  2. UH 16.Oct.10 at 8:04 pm

    “Over there youll find a Peter”

    Heh.

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  3. Jodi 16.Oct.10 at 8:13 pm

    Thank you, thank you very much.

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  4. Kevin Fenton 17.Oct.10 at 8:22 am

    Jodi: You might want to check out Death Is Not An Option by Suzanne Rivecca. (Disclosure: former writing group member and fellow Minn MFA.) Also the memoirist Mary Karr and film critic Pauline Kael. Cruddy reminded me that Reeling is an awesome cultural history of the 70s.

    I can understand how inertia and affinity become bias. In the 90s, I ran a literary magazine called Two Cities. The designer of Two Cities was Black and he gave me a list of suggested contributors, most of whom were also Black. Neither of us were prejudiced but he thought of certain writers because of who he knew and I thought of other writers because of who I knew. Once you get those reflexive short lists mixed up a little, things get a lot more fair and, frankly, more interesting.

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  5. Virginia 22.Oct.10 at 10:28 am

    Love your attitude, love what you’re calling it, and love reading books by women. YES!

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