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F/32

F/32

F/32
by Eurydice Kamvisseli

Hardcover
1991
Price: $23.00

Paperback
1991
Price: $11.95

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Beauty invited the Beast for a stroll on a crystal path strewn with hollow silver hearts that were being stirred up by stiff gusts of wind like clouds of dust: and so everything began.


And so begins F/32, Eurudice's award-winning first novel about Ela (a pseudonym meaning orgasm). The sight of Ela stops all hearts. Ela is an expert in love. No matter how many people love her, she daily inspires more. She spends half her life avoiding the people who love her, and the other half making them love her. She is mind blowing.


A mock-quest for self-understanding and unification, F/32 lures the reader into a landscape of sexual alienation, continually interrupted by gags, dreams, mirror reflections, flashbacks, and scenes from Manhattan street life. It is a wild, eccentric, Rabelaisian romp through most forms of amorous excess. But it is also a troubling tale orbiting around a public sexual assault on the streets of Manhattan. Between the poles of desire and butchery the novel and Ela sail, the awed reader going along for one of the most dazzling rides in recent American fiction.

"This is a highly original narrative, a parable of sorts, disturbing and funny at the same time." —Robert Coover


"F/32 is one of the most daring American novels I have read in years. It is comical, ribald, passionate, visceral, maniac, and wise. Almost and page of F/32 redeems us from the anemic writing and banalities we have endured in the past decade of the bloodless fiction. Let's hope F/32 sets the creative tone for the ninties." —Frederic Tuten


 

Excerpt


Why She Lost It—

Ela has the tightest cunt in the world. Every blessing is a curse, Ela reminds herself.

Ela's cunt creates a corrosion around her like a protective moat.

Ela considers her cunt to be implausible, like a caricature, a lush and obvious imbalance of nature.

Ela's cunt is her stigma, her credential, her legacy, her shield, and her shadow.

Her cunt gives Ela a transparency she likes. She lives in its illusory infinity. Its grip on her at times becomes unbearable.

Ela supposes that, like a mirror image, her cunt is a trick, like throwing ashes into people's eyes: mere diversionary tactics.

Ela cuts a heroic figure living with that manic cunt of hers, the restless flickering light that flashes from her thighs guiding wolves and sheep, dupes and deceivers to its haven, saving lost souls, welcoming all comers: like a legendary pharaoh; and like a lode-star in the firmament.

Ela wants to have a good look at her cunt one day, and laugh.