... never, nerve, nuture. Man-i-quins, men, Matador. In-terpol, intersexual, inter-course. Things, thorns, thanks and more. I liked it. emosel@core.com
Largely messy, larded with theory, but redeemed by the picture of the author at the bottom. Oh, no. Did I just say something horrible? Because the picture is so still and unexpressive that she could almost be a...mannequin!
The psychological angle was a great way to approach the story, as was telling it from the girlfriend's point of view; it's really about her neuroses more than the boyfriend's. I found it hard to like the girlfriend--partially because she stayed with a guy who failed to mention that he had genital warts--but I didn't have to. Original, fascinating, well-written, and slightly disturbing.
There are some nice things in here, but it felt like it needed some excitement in the words. What should have seethed and wriggled just sort of sat, presenting itself to you. The structure was dainty and worked, save for some unnecessary detail about the girl's past, but the excitement we were continually promised didn't happen. Nice though, in its way. Which is to say, I finished it.
Engrossing story, I'm looking forward to the upcoming collection. This seems like a literary equivalent for the creepy yet captivating doll-art movement a la Trevor Brown et, al. Was happily disturbed to learn that Ms. Breslin's boyfriend is a robot builder.
(susannah -- just sent you the email below to both email addresses i have for you, and had them returned. wanted to contact you so sending this email via nerve and your rockin' story!)
Hey S.,
I just read your story in Nerve! Fucking brilliant. Loved it. Great tone. Great twists. Sharp and crisp but full of sexiness and commentary. Brava!
Listen -- few things. I went to that damn party, but got horribly lost. I kept thinking it was north on the 5, way north, like the last party I went to where Christian
blew things up. So by the time I figured it out it was too late. I'd had earlier engagements so was late by the time I headed towards you. Hope his birthday party was a smash. Weirdly, I'd met this character of a guy earlier that evening, Nicholas Simon, who'd just returned from many years in Cambodia and 'Nam. Did he show up? What great stories he had. Do you have contact info for him?
Anyway -- I am also checking in about your antho. What's the status? I would still love to contribute. I also want to talk to you about a possible job I'm in the process of interviewing for. Would you call me on my cell, at
310-779-9545? I don't have your number. Or my home, 310-455-7767. Or e me, but I'm going out shortly. I've had some trouble getting you emails. Tell me if I've gotten through.
The job has to do with erotica publishing, which is of course one reason I want to speak with you about that. I want to talk with you about various people in that industry, those writers, your experiences, takes...I'm also
curious about your forthcoming book, that publishing company, your other ventures and money-making gigs. What you've been reading. You name it. Just love to catch up. Maybe we can even hang out sometime. Very disappointed I
drove drove drove and missed that party.
IN the meantime, congrats on your fantastic story from Nerve. Hope to talk and see you soon.
xo,
Rachel
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Rachel Resnick
415 S. Topanga Cyn. Blvd.
# 173
Topanga, CA 90290
310-455-7767 ph 310-455-7787 fx katamon@gte.net http://www.rachelresnick.com
Sandpaper: the higher the number, the finer the grain, the smoother the finish.
A 60 grit would be jagged and torn.
And if the death of her parents was horrible enough to result in voluntary repression, why does she continue to dwell on them throughout the story? She even has a fondly instructive memory of them when trying to deal with her boyfriend's artistic ambitions.
I can see where this is trying to be seady and psychologically complex, but it just comes off stiff and hollow.
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a little twisted for my taste, but it ended on a good note...
Very good. Almost a murder mystery type of story. Yet has a poetic touch with some twisted sexual ideas.
This just seems silly.
giant.
... never, nerve, nuture. Man-i-quins, men, Matador. In-terpol, intersexual, inter-course. Things, thorns, thanks and more. I liked it.
emosel@core.com
Largely messy, larded with theory, but redeemed by the picture of the author at the bottom. Oh, no. Did I just say something horrible? Because the picture is so still and unexpressive that she could almost be a...mannequin!
The psychological angle was a great way to approach the story, as was telling it from the girlfriend's point of view; it's really about her neuroses more than the boyfriend's. I found it hard to like the girlfriend--partially because she stayed with a guy who failed to mention that he had genital warts--but I didn't have to. Original, fascinating, well-written, and slightly disturbing.
this was too long, and managed to be both too evident and too obscure.
Thats a great story, whoever you are... Darkly humerous
There are some nice things in here, but it felt like it needed some excitement in the words. What should have seethed and wriggled just sort of sat, presenting itself to you. The structure was dainty and worked, save for some unnecessary detail about the girl's past, but the excitement we were continually promised didn't happen. Nice though, in its way. Which is to say, I finished it.
Three words. Body Image Problems?...
Pschology speaking, if you are the main character, is your friend Xeni the "Barbi" which causes her angst? Hmmm... Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Twisted. Turgid. Torpid. What's not to like?
A bit drag at the beginning, could be shorter, but end up nicely. Somehow the story made me smile, and I'm thankful for that. Hideously beautiful.
Engrossing story, I'm looking forward to the upcoming collection. This seems like a literary equivalent for the creepy yet captivating doll-art movement a la Trevor Brown et, al. Was happily disturbed to learn that Ms. Breslin's boyfriend is a robot builder.
I think it's interesting that, in the presence of infidelity, our needs frame what we acknowledge.
(susannah -- just sent you the email below to both email addresses i have for you, and had them returned. wanted to contact you so sending this email via nerve and your rockin' story!)
Hey S.,
I just read your story in Nerve! Fucking brilliant. Loved it. Great tone. Great twists. Sharp and crisp but full of sexiness and commentary. Brava!
Listen -- few things. I went to that damn party, but got horribly lost. I kept thinking it was north on the 5, way north, like the last party I went to where Christian
blew things up. So by the time I figured it out it was too late. I'd had earlier engagements so was late by the time I headed towards you. Hope his birthday party was a smash. Weirdly, I'd met this character of a guy earlier that evening, Nicholas Simon, who'd just returned from many years in Cambodia and 'Nam. Did he show up? What great stories he had. Do you have contact info for him?
Anyway -- I am also checking in about your antho. What's the status? I would still love to contribute. I also want to talk to you about a possible job I'm in the process of interviewing for. Would you call me on my cell, at
310-779-9545? I don't have your number. Or my home, 310-455-7767. Or e me, but I'm going out shortly. I've had some trouble getting you emails. Tell me if I've gotten through.
The job has to do with erotica publishing, which is of course one reason I want to speak with you about that. I want to talk with you about various people in that industry, those writers, your experiences, takes...I'm also
curious about your forthcoming book, that publishing company, your other ventures and money-making gigs. What you've been reading. You name it. Just love to catch up. Maybe we can even hang out sometime. Very disappointed I
drove drove drove and missed that party.
IN the meantime, congrats on your fantastic story from Nerve. Hope to talk and see you soon.
xo,
Rachel
**********************************
Rachel Resnick
415 S. Topanga Cyn. Blvd.
# 173
Topanga, CA 90290
310-455-7767 ph 310-455-7787 fx
katamon@gte.net
http://www.rachelresnick.com
Brilliant. The jealousy is universal, though the fetish is not. The premise is so odd that the point sinks in without too much pain. Well done.
Just fine, fine fiction. I love the anononymity of the characters. The ending, always the toughest part of a story, was good and fitting.
non sequiter: today's news stated that the original GI Joe doll failed to meet it's $250,000 reserve at auction.
Sandpaper: the higher the number, the finer the grain, the smoother the finish.
A 60 grit would be jagged and torn.
And if the death of her parents was horrible enough to result in voluntary repression, why does she continue to dwell on them throughout the story? She even has a fondly instructive memory of them when trying to deal with her boyfriend's artistic ambitions.
I can see where this is trying to be seady and psychologically complex, but it just comes off stiff and hollow.
It is irresponsible to cause your readers to read something so disturbing without any proper warning.
rPteCm Very amusing thoughts, well told, everything is in its place:D
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