| Jane DeLynn
Leash
| No more jobs, no more taxes,
no more checkbook, no more bills, no more credit cards, no
more credit, no more money, no more mortgages, no more rent,
no more savings, no more junk mail, no more junk, no more mail,
no more phones, no more faxes, no more busy signals, no more
computers, no more cars, no more drivers' licenses, no more
traffic lights, no more airports, no more flying, no more tickets,
no more packing, no more luggage, no more supermarkets, no
more health clubs. |
| While her "current" spends the
summer researching public housing in Stockholm, a moderately
wealthy, object-oppressed, and terminally hip New York female
of a certain age seeks adventure in the sedate dyke bars of
She is ordered to put on a blindfold before the first meeting
with the woman she knows only as "Sir." Not knowing
what someone looks like turns out to be freeing, as do the
escalating constraints that alienate her not just from her
former life, but from her very conception of who she is. Part
Georges Bataille, part Fran Leibowitz, this is the Story
of O told with a self-referentially perverse sense of
humor. Leash extends the logic of S&M to its inexorable
and startling conclusion, darkly and hilariously revealing
the masochistic impulse as the urge to disappear from the chores,
obligations, and emotional vacuity of daily life. |
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| Leash is
strong, compulsive, gripping reading, as morally complex
as transgressive fiction gets. It goes places few-if any-../books/bookCovers
land, not only in terms of its arousing, sexually explicit
candor, but also in its uncomfortable psychological honesty.
Wise, provocative and completely absorbing, Leash has
the horrifying simplicity of Kafka.
Bret Easton Ellis |
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