Gangsters and Bedouins
(Jan 24/06)
My favorite authors are seditious, gangsters and Bedouin’s, word-sodomites and troublemakers. One need look no further in the alphabet than the G’s to find the trinity of bad guy writers: Gide, Genet and Goytisolo. These three are the gunmen of the twentieth century, the literary bandits of an immense and unyielding literary hostage taking. They three-handedly took the canon by the scroll box and rendered it sterile, snipping away at the prepuce with such semantic dexterity, that all that was left when they were through was a horribly circumcised monster child. Gide with his ferocious need to be heard and accounted for, his never strait and narrow attach on convention and post-Victorian prudence. Genet’s uncanny ability to render the acute obscure, the politically correct subversive. And Goytisolo, the only remaining belletristic-sodomite, who felt it his duty to cannibalize and eviscerate the pendants and monotheists who had all but taken over literary license.
My favorite authors are seditious, gangsters and Bedouin’s, word-sodomites and troublemakers. One need look no further in the alphabet than the G’s to find the trinity of bad guy writers: Gide, Genet and Goytisolo. These three are the gunmen of the twentieth century, the literary bandits of an immense and unyielding literary hostage taking. They three-handedly took the canon by the scroll box and rendered it sterile, snipping away at the prepuce with such semantic dexterity, that all that was left when they were through was a horribly circumcised monster child. Gide with his ferocious need to be heard and accounted for, his never strait and narrow attach on convention and post-Victorian prudence. Genet’s uncanny ability to render the acute obscure, the politically correct subversive. And Goytisolo, the only remaining belletristic-sodomite, who felt it his duty to cannibalize and eviscerate the pendants and monotheists who had all but taken over literary license.
To these three, the unholy trinity of literary-sodomy, I prostrate myself in awe and supplication. (Though prostate might be a more aptly word). To those of us who will never savor the ontological virility of the sodomite, or the non-Platonic love of one man for another, Gide and Genet and Goytisolo have gifted us with the Kantian duty of the writer at war: the gangster and the Bedouin, the troublemaker and the bandit, the caponizer and the hostage taker, the circumciser and the canonical sodomite. My favorite authors are risk takers, ideological terrorists, writers who truly believe that sexual, racial, gender, social, political, and more so, ontological freedoms, are human rights, not theodic capitalist privileges.
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