It
has
taken
me more
than 30
years to
pick up
this
classic
novel of feminist liberation
from the
'70s,
but I'm
very
glad I
did.
I was entranced
by the skills of author
Erica
Jong
from the
very opening
lines,
"There were
117 psychoanalysts on
the Pan
Am flight
to Vienna
and I'd
been treated by
at least six of them. And married
a seventh."
The rest
of the
book is
just
as clever,
and intriguing,
as that opening
salvo.
Jong's
storytelling
abilities
and use of
poetic language are amazing.
There
is no
such
thing as
being bored
by this
book or this author, whose
narrative
barrels
along like
a salacious
express
train across Europe.
The
narrator
Jong
creates
here
- Isadora
Wing
- is captivatingly
brilliant.
She
throws
out
phrases
about
obscure
art movies
("Last
Year
at Marienbad") in one breath,
and
classic
Greek
sculpture
(Oiscobolus)
in
the
next.
I
dog-eared
several pages
(which
had
been
dog-eared
by
some other reader
decades before, so thankfully
for
me
I
was
doing
no
new
damage)
just so
I
could
look up other books,
movies,
sculptures
and
locations
mentioned
by
this highly educated author.
For
me,
more
fascinating
even
than
the
story
line
here is the narrator herself,
a
mythic
creature-whose-life
has
been rich in
knowledge,
both
classical and physical
,
and yet
a
person
set
adrift
in
Europe,
troubled
by self-doubt and unfulfillable longing.
The
time
Isadora
spends
both
being
treated
by
-psychoanalysts an dating/marrying them seems
to nave
left her more confused,
about
life
and her
role
in it
rather than
less.
But
Isadora's
family, while
Jewish, has
not given
her a
strong
sense of
her
religion,
so she
has no touchstone there either.
At
its
heart
this
is
the
story
of a
woman
who
leaves her
predictable
husband Bennett
and
runs
off
with
a miserable
married
man named
Adrian who has no intention
of
marrying
her,
a
story
which
might
have been
shocking 40 years ago but
which
is
quite
pedestrian
to
us
now.
And
yes,
there
are still
terms in here which
some
people
might
think
obscene
in literature,
but
life has become a lot more
liberal
than
it
was
in
1973,
and
some of
Jong's
phrases
have now become iconic.
(Witness
the
two-word
phrase
that
starts
with "zipless.")
Still, at its heart,
the
book,
while
sexy,
is
much more
than
the
story
of a
sexual
adventurer. The book
is
a
vignette
of
the
'70s Zeitgeist,
a
window
into the time
that set the stage for
the
moral
conventions
we have
today,
thanks
to the
Pill which
more than anything
else
allowed
for the
sexual
liberation
of women.
And
yet, this book which
supposedly
celebrates
sexual
freedom
is
really
a
condemnation of Isadora's
moral
bankruptcy,
as
she
does
not
gain
happiness
from
her sexual misadventures,
but
in
the
end
returns
to her
boring
husband
and their predictable lives.
Submitted by Gerti

