The Politics of Perfection
I just co-read a book with my high senior. I do this a lot
and have done so with all my kids. I like to know what English teachers are
using to reflect society, or as examples of good literature—pretty much the
only reason to assign something to a lackadaisical fifteen to eighteen year old
and force them to write a thoughtful essay, after all.
I’ve read some amazing books this way, and revisited many
classics. I have a college degree in English Literature so I’ve done my time at
the feet of Dante, Milton, Miller, Eyre, the usual suspects. And I have de- and
re-constructed scenes from Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet more times than I care
to count at this point. So I really love it when a kid comes home with
something NEW.
This time it was a book called Invisible Monsters, by Chuck
Palahniuk, author of Fight Club, made famous by that movie with Brad Pitt and
“the soap.” The premise is unique, as
are all of his. A beautiful woman is disfigured by a gun shot wound, befriends
a boy transforming himself surgically into a beautiful woman. In typical
slightly mind-bending fashion, the narrative is disjointed on purpose, forcing
you to think hard about just who is being described at various points within
the compelling story. I won’t reveal the
final “ah ha,” as that is a journey best experienced in person. However, as my
daughter wrote her essay about this book I thought a lot about its basic
premise: that society only truly accepts and “likes” people who are pleasing to
the eye. That we are all somehow, some way pre-wired to reject anyone who looks
“ugly,” or “fat,” or “old.” And, as a result, people are made to feel that they
are somehow less worthy once judged that way.
I’m guilty of this, I will admit, both as a giver and
receiver. As I approach the big Five-O
my face looks it, my metabolism has slowed down, and I don’t like what I see in
the mirror anymore. I haul myself to the hot yoga room and (recently) the
boxing club to get my sorry, expanded butt back into a smaller jeans size. And
daydream about what I’d do if I had unlimited use of Botox or a plastic
surgeon.
I see people on television or in real life and catch myself
thinking deprecating thoughts about them should they in any way be less than
what society deems as “perfect.”
I also find myself,
as an author and therefore with a certain amount of power over what is
“acceptable” to my readers, describing my characters as “handsome,” “striking,”
“strong,” “fit,” “compellingly beautiful.”
I do shy away from talking about a woman’s actual dress size on purpose.
However, it is pretty much assumed these women are on the single-digit side of
the equation. As a purveyor of fiction
to the world, I make things worse, by encouraging readers who are average
looking, average sized or whatever to wish they were these striking, fit,
compellingly beautiful people. Within
the hard core romance genre, it is expected the “H/h” as we say, or the Hero
and his heroine truly are to be admired by the size of bank accounts and the
pleasing perfection of face and body. While there is a trend to make “curvy
women,” or “ruben-esque” heroines more acceptable, which is interesting and
useful no doubt, and I enjoy a hero described as “rough looking,” most readers
extrapolate that into “ruggedly handsome” or in the case of the “curvy heroine”
into just on the size 12 end of things.
Because, at the end of the day, we want our fantasies played
out by people who look the part—who are thin, rich, handsome, gorgeous, with
perfect hair and skin. There is nothing wrong with this, however, after my
experience with Palahniuk’s book I’m thinking hard about just how much that is
a requirement, no matter what genre we read.
I do show my characters working to get and keep themselves
fit—all make an effort to exercise either to relieve stress or to just look
good naked. But Invisible Monsters turns in on itself by the end and proves
that the ideal outwardly perfect human is sometimes a shriveled unhappy soul
wishing for ugliness, while the one striving for that very physical beauty by
literally turning himself INTO the ideal woman, is the one self-aware enough to
be content.
I’m not demanding or even suggesting that we all read (or
write) books about people with bad teeth, zits, and muffin tops falling in love
and having sex or whatever. But I know I am now personally challenged to
reflect the ugliness inside of perfectly formed protagonists for what it
is—perhaps even by having them look in the mirror and see only that—the
ugliness, while every one around them only wants to experience their physical
beauty. I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on how I view those around me, and
myself, after reading this book.
My current project, the final novel of the Stewart Realty
series deals with addiction in a young man who is one of those perfect physical
specimens. And I plan to dig deep into his psyche, exploring what happens to a
boy who, although with every seeming advantage on the outside, is miserable on
the inside. Who, when he looks in the mirror only sees ugliness, while everyone
around, including masses of women who adore him, claim him as the handsomest,
strongest, most perfect lover they’ve ever met. There is one woman who won’t
let him think that, who has grounded him for nearly his whole life. He rejects
her over and over again, until he takes her, holds her close out of desperation
to validate himself, and nearly destroys her in the process. How he ultimately
emerges as a content adult remains to be seen and a lot happens in between to
show the “sweet life” that he slowly rejects by his own behavior. But it will
be mostly about love, and how those around you sometimes are your best anchor
to your best self, whether you realize it or not. The woman with the destroyed
jaw in Invisible Monsters figures that out, and that is the “ah ha” moment of
the book—when she figures out that the newly constructed woman that is now her
friend had been “with her” so to speak, all along.
(If I get this fan page to 5000 likes I will release an
exclusive chapter from GOOD FAITH, the book I refer to above before it’s mid
November release)
Thanks for posting this.This is awesome!!
ReplyDeleteGreat post Liz! My upcoming book Love Weighs In is about a beautiful college coed who is a little heavier than her stick-thin roommates, but even though she's lost a few pounds and dropped a dress size, she still looks in the mirror and sees the flaws, which makes her resolve to diet even further.
ReplyDeleteI have the opposite issue: I look in the mirror and see myself as a size 12 or 14 again, lol! Although once in a while I'll catch a glimpse of myself and say 'Whoa...is my butt REALLY that big? Eep!' But then go to karaoke and get hit on by young college kids. So who knows which mirror is lying? LOL:)
Wow, what a powerful post! I'm definitely gonna give this book a read ( saying as my horse "One Click" races online" ) Liz, I can't wait to tackle Good Faith despite the close to home emotional ride I'm gonna be taking with this addiction story. It's what I have come to expect from your stories and what brings me to every book you publish. Thanks to the Twinsie's for letting us enjoy this guest post! You gals ROCK!!!!
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