Sunday, November 19, 2006

Tonight the picture has no frame

For love, he felt as he watched the Puerto Rican boys unloading soda pop for the Gem Spa on his new corner, love was all in life that mattered; without it, there was no point in having lived at all. And so the last Sunday evening of August 1973 (November 2006?) found him sitting on his stoop like a monk who comes finally to the shrine of Santiago de Compostela--devoted not to Christ, in whom he no longer believed, but love.

Dancer From The Dance by Andrew Holleran

Trite sentiment or the only thing that's real? When writing transports you, it's sublime, and never more than when it brings you, suddenly, to you. Malone is ME. And you. All of us? Over the last few days I've cried often when reading this book. And hollered "Yes!" (in my head) at least as many times.

He fell in love with people he did not know how to meet. He began carrying around with him the momentary faces of men seen in restaurants, on streetcorners, in the subways, and fed on their imagined loves as a roach feeds on crumbs. He knew from the looks on faces he surprised by looking up, that he too was being stored in other human hearts.

I get this. Do all y'all? Is it a gay thing or universal? Man, there's something I recognize on every fucking page of this thing.

10 comments:

Jen said...

love was all in life that mattered

Whether I say it directly or not, this theme is present in everything I write.

Michael said...

I'm always the last to know.

Michael Guy said...

The book is art, pure and simple. I'd be content to find myself in solitary confinement with just this book. Well, maybe the occasional night visit from Bubba 'the club', too. I'm just saying.

All yucks aside: Do you not agree that this somehow needs to carry to the big screen? I've always felt it was such a rich tapestry, a microcosm of gay life in the 70's that it deserves a broader canvas in reaching the masses. On the other hand, I believe the book only 'resonates' with a select few. I have an acquaintance who sums up ALL Holleran as dismal, gloomy and depressingly banal.

More, please.

Michael said...

If this is banal, well, then colour me trite, because I'm loving every minute of it.

It's a bit gloomy, I'll agree, but then so life can be.

More.

Anonymous said...

I loved Dancer from the Dance the very fist time I read it, though so much of it was foreign to my own experience. It did what good writing should do--it took me into the mind and soul of "the other" and I really do think it changed me a little, as a wannabe writer if not as a person.

If not a movie, then we at least need a "soundtrack" to the book, don't you think?

Anonymous said...

Aaaaaghh! That would be the "first" time I read it...my typo puts a very different spin on everything. :-)

Michael said...

Freudian spin?

While the milieu is foreign, every page has some nugget that I recognize as ME or TRUE.

Soundtrack! Yes. Disco divas.

Jen said...

Dancing Queen - ABBA
I Love the Nightlife - Alicia Bridges
Copacabana - The Manilow
Lady Marmalade - LaBelle
Don't Leave Me This Way - Thelma Houston
Got To Be Real - Cheryl Lynn
If I Can't Have You - Yvonne Elliman
Upside Down - Diana Ross
YMCA - The Village People
Last Dance - Donna Summer

Michael Guy said...

Come To Me - France Joli
Star Love - Cheryl Lynn
Ring My Bell - Anita Ward
Do You Wanna' Funk - Sylvester
Call Me - Blondie
Heavan Must Have Sent You - Bonnie Pointer

Michael said...

OK, y'all (and iTunes) are gonna bankrupt me. But I'll be shakin' my fine ass all the way to the po' house. Vielen dank!