Message-ID: <22201asstr$947340600@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!edrn From: DrSpin Lines: 127 X-Original-Message-ID: <856it6$9be@edrn.newsguy.com> Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} Homage to Margie: A Review Of Sorts Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 09:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail X-Is-Review: yes Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.d Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly A Review of the Recent Works of Margie Donnadieu by DrSpin (drspin@newsguy.com) January 2000 Margie's Stories: A Malady of Death, In the Heart of the Heart of the City, Virgin Huntress, Paper Angels, Cherry Blossoms and The Siren. ====================================================================== NOTE: This is not so much a review but a homage. I admire her writing; so much so that I opted to do this in parody. I urge you to seek out her stories. It's worth the effort. ====================================================================== Strong coffee short black. It's bitter but you get a taste for it. The cup never looks big enough. But it is. She codes it romantic. But it's not. Somebody else with an Asian name tries to do this stuff. But it's syrupy. There's no sugar in Margie's short black. # I didn't mean to read it because somebody said it was poetry and I don't do that. Nobody does. Nobody round here anyway. Stumbled on it accidentally, looking for something else, and read it anyway because it was there. Paper Angels, she called it. Immediately I wrote to her. `Shittabrick, Margie,' I said. `That was unbelievable.' I think I said that. In time she wrote back. `Thanks,' she said. Or something minimal just like it. When you write to Joyce you swap a few thousand words before you're through. Margie lives somewhere else. God knows where. I almost shudder to think. # She swaps gender at will but the person at the centre is invariably cool and detached; and clinical; and cynical. Even when it's wet it's dry. There's not much that's nice about Margie's stories. Except the words. It's not poetry. If anything it's anti-poetry. It looks to me like carefully crafted and deliberately stunted bleak prose. It snatches away your breath. It stops your heart. It cuts to the bone. Who the hell is this woman? # I picked out a few words from Margie's stories. It was hard because there are so many great words you could pick. These are some: # >from Cherry Blossoms: Days after our first date, in her backyard, she took me into her mouth. We could see her father sitting in the kitchen reading his newspaper, oblivious. I realized that dating me was an act of defiance for her. I spurted into her mouth. She coughed slightly, swallowed. # >from In the Heart of the Heart of the City: WOMEN: Once, a girl started talking to my car. Whenever my car made a noise, she said, "Really?" # >from The Virgin Huntress: He is young, his insecurities still endearing. He does not yet know how attractive he is. # >from A Malady of Death: "Only a month," he repeats. You say nothing. A wasp flies through the open window, casting its shadow upon the wall. # >from Paper Angels: My wife asked if I liked her new dress. I told her she'd look prettier without the dress. It was an old joke between us. She no longer laughs. # >from The Siren: I slept around. The boys tried to taunt me, called me a slut. They only confirmed that I was who I thought I was. # ENDS (drspin@newsguy.com) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+