This raw and intense novel is a surreal, visceral and exhilarating read. It explores identity, sex and rebellion in an unconventional and experimental style that includes text, drawings, letters, poetry and dream visions. Fans of punk culture and feminist literature will love this book but expect your boundaries to be pushed to the limit!
Janey to herself: Genet doesn’t know how to be a woman. He thinks all he has to do to be a woman is slobber. He has to do more. He has to get down on his knees and crawl mentally every minute of the day. If he wants a lover, if he doesn’t want to be alone every single goddamn minute of the day and horny so bad he feels the tip of his clit stuck in a porcupine’s quill, he has to perfectly read his lover’s mind, silently, unobtrusively, like a corpse, and figure out at every changing second what his lover wants. He can’t be a slave. Women aren’t just slaves. They are whatever their men want them to be. They are made, created by men. They are nothing without men.
I have to decide what the world is from my own loneliness.
