Manuel Puig, Kiss of the Spider Woman (1976)
This book was significant for me, because I was meant to read it for a college writing workshop, and...I didn't. Lazy, half-assed me. I read I think the first chapter and a half, maybe. I mean, I suppose you develop at the pace you develop, but if I could go back and tell twenty-year-old me one thing, it would be DO YOUR WORK, DAMMIT. DON'T BE SO USELESS.
Puig (1932-1990) was an Argentine
writer. Our teacher told us that he was dying of AIDS but on
account of being too ashamed, told everyone he had bone cancer.
Which is a horrible and pathos-laden story that has the small
disadvantage of not being
even vaguely true in any particular. Oh well!
This book is about two cellmates, a
Marxist revolutionary political prisoner, Valentin; and a gay man
who's in for "corrupting youth," Molina. The novel mainly
consists of unattributed dialogue between the two of them. It
concerns their relationship, and is basically structured around
Molina recounting the plots of movies to Valentin to pass the time
(Puig himself was a huge cinephile). There are also lengthy
footnotes, mainly concerning theories about homosexuality, with
generous lashings of psychoanalytic theory.
It's all perfectly accessible and
entertaining and somewhat moving. Those footnotes, and the character
of Molina in general, do make one...unsure, however, and one is aware
of what delicate ground one may be on here. He's that...figure that
you see in a lot of media from when gayness was more stigmatized than
it is how, the Melancholy Homosexual, a kind of inherently, ineffably
tragic figure, with excessive mother-attachment who aestheticizes
everything (one of the movies is a nazi propaganda film about noble
German soldiers and villainous maquis; he loves the central romance
and is able to separate it from the actual, you know, nazi parts) and
inevitably comes to a tragic end. Now...Puig himself was gay, of
course (I don't know how openly); I don't know if you could exactly
call this homophobic (really: I don't know). And he's still a
sympathetic character, basically. But he's also, maybe excessively,
the subject of pity. Or so I felt. The aforementioned footnotes
have an unclear relation to the text as a whole, but they seem to be
Puig grappling with Issues, only in a way that feels very dated from
a contemporary perspective. I don't know!
I DO know that the wikipedia entry on
the novel refers to Molina as a transsexual woman and consistently
refers to him as "she." The fact that I do neither should
be an indication that I think this is completely wrong. He does
identify with women, but he also identifies as a homosexual (yeah, using a clinical term like that makes me uncomfortable), and he never
objects to Valentin identifying him as a man. And then there are all
the footnotes, which would be completely
irrelevant if he weren't gay. You can, I suppose, read the text
against itself and say that, oh, this is what he really
is, but you have to recognize that this is not a natural reading.
Don't act like that's somehow just The Way It Is, dammit.
Okay, that's neither here nor there.
This book won't change your life, probably, unless it does, I
don't know, but it was still worth reading, I'm glad to no longer be haunted by things left undone, and it made a welcome
respite from the heavyish things I've been reading of late.