In my fantasy dream world, this Joseph would play that Joseph.
There’s only one male character in this book who isn’t a rapist, so I thought I’d focus on him. Dudes are pretty much on the back-burner in this whole novel. It’s a really beautiful, poetic story about a woman coming into her own. Naturally, I’m going to dissect it.
- goes from “hi” to “let’s get married” pretty damn fast
- in a band, travels a lot
- not a rapist
- Not being a rapist is a really important quality in a man.
- he’s married to a girl who has a lot of sex issues
- and identity issues
- because her mom used to stick her fingers in her no-no places
- to make sure she still had a hymen
- so she sodomized herself with a cooking utensil
- and ran away from home
- to be with Joseph
- but then she ran away from Joseph to Haiti
- so that she wouldn’t need to deal with her sex issues?
- I mean, that’s basically his problem.
- Oh yeah, and he doesn’t have a real job.
A lot of these folks would have benefited from some self-love and sex ed.
- very understanding
- and caring
- and a musician
- not racist
- not a rapist
- these things are very important
- travels a lot because he’s a musician
- got his girl pregnant the first time they had sex
- like, she didn’t even have a chance to get over all her sex issues
- it was like, boom, pregnant
- and I kind of hate him for that
- like really, you couldn’t pull out or use a condom for at least a little bit?
- or maybe just do oral for the first couple of months?
- Just like, “oh, your mom tortured you and you ran away from home to be with me, let me just
- put a baby in you ASAP.”
- Ew, Joseph. Ew.
Your penis must have some kind of crazy GPS navigation to the unfertilized eggs. I’m not interested in that. I also don’t want to run away from home and then completely depend on you and have you impregnate me. Everything about this sounds awful. You still get points for not being a rapist or a racist, so I’ll come listen to your band at Rockwood or something. Rating: BONER-KILLER.
Are you turned on yet?
So hi. I’ve been in school reading shit like The Canterbury Tales, which I have no interest in writing about, and I took a break from being overly critical of fictional characters. Sorry for the hiatus. Since I also carry hearts in a box for Aztec gods (part time), I was immediately drawn to Jess Galvan of “The Dead Run.” Let’s see how he measures up to the ruler:
About Jess Galvan
- wrongfully jailed in Mexico
- for defending a hooker
- who was being gang-raped
- he’s pure of heart
- or something
- until he kills someone in cold blood
- He has to bring a still-beating human heart through the desert
- to some ceremony
- to appease an Aztec god
- and bring about the end of days
- but he’s actually part Aztec god himself.
- Can someone be this flawless?
- Oh, he married a religious nutjob
- Oh well. Spoke too soon.
- In addition to the whole still-beating heart, end of days, Aztec god thing, his daughter has also been kidnapped by a cult who wants to rape her/eat her heart/use her as a channel to the Aztec god world/something equally horrifying for a father.
How about now?
- there’s the whole “always defending women” thing
- regardless of whether they’re virgins or prostitutes
- which is nice.
- And he loves his daughter.
- Did I mention he’s part god?
- like a very small part, though
- like when I say I’m part Incan, like
- 1/162th of a percent or something.
- pawn of evil
- sometimes possessed by a bloodthirsty god
- who I think killed his wife while he was deflowering her or something
- so yeah there’s a lot of weird virgin/whore stuff in this book
- he was in jail
- so he was unable to be with his wife and kid
- so that kind of sucks
- I like when the dudes I’m dating aren’t in prison
- but I’m a bitch like that
Lots of good qualities, but the whole “might be possessed by an Aztec god” thing is a little crazy. Yes, that’s my way of saying that I would totally go for it. BIEN SEXXI.