Strip

24 04 2016

I like to think of my reading list as fairly selective, and because of this, perhaps I have high expectations about how good they should be. It doesn’t happen often, but every once in a while, I will begin a book and within the first few pages, I won’t be hooked and I won’t enjoy the story for whatever reason.

Many a year ago when this book came out, I read about it in the paper and thought it sounded like an interesting novel (and also written by a local writer too!). I put it on my Later list– it was only now, years later, that I finally got around to it. I think my expectations this time around were fairly low, but Strip just didn’t click for me, and I was once again disappointed (as I was when The Geography of Pluto turned out to be a bore). The writing itself isn’t bad at all, although the writer over-describes things that don’t necessarily warrant so much figurative language.

But mostly, this book just has a really unlikeable protagonist that I found yelling at on a few occasions while reading, particularly when he goes on and on about his ballet instructor legend/lover who abruptly disappears. From all the Daniel this, and Daniel that, you’d think the protagonist was sixteen, not a twenty-something year old. However, I’d say the thing that made reading the first 60 or so pages of this book so difficult was that John, the protagonist, doesn’t tell the audience how he feels about certain events or people or things (aside from the aforementioned whining about Daniel and how he looks down on fellow dancers). This renders the story inaccessible and difficult for the reader to really empathize with anything that happens, not to mention it makes John come across as arrogant and not self-aware. Maybe it gets better when he gets to be a stripper, but I didn’t even get that far (also, for all the pages spent pining and moaning about Daniel, the plot could’ve moved along a little faster).

Sigh. Gay literature, like gay films, it seems, is really hit or miss.

Although you can’t see because the entire photo is blurry, the cover of the book is actually an out-of-focus shot of the backside of a male, so I thought I’d try to recreate it. I’m not exactly thrilled about sharing my ass to the world since I’m not a muscular dancer, but there you go. Enjoy it before I regret it.

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