And speaking of misogynist old bastard authors…

Katie Roiphe misses them badly… her article in the Sunday New York Times laments the decline of masculinity in fiction… all the conflicted Eggers-eqsue handwringing over male sexuality is the result of feminists, she claims. Guh. Read the whole thing. I have a feeling this is going to become a women’s studies classic…

After reading a sex scene in Philip Roth’s latest novel, “The Humbling,” someone I know threw the book into the trash on a subway platform. It was not exactly feminist rage that motivated her. We have internalized the feminist critique pioneered by Kate Millett in “Sexual Politics” so completely that, as one of my students put it, “we can do the math ourselves.” Instead my acquaintance threw the book away on the grounds that the scene was disgusting, dated, redundant. But why, I kept wondering, did she have to throw it out? Did it perhaps retain a little of the provocative fire its author might have hoped for? Dovetailing with this private and admittedly limited anecdote, there is a punitive, vituperative quality in the published reviews that is always revealing of something larger in the culture, something beyond one aging writer’s failure to produce fine enough sentences. All of which is to say: How is it possible that Philip Roth’s sex scenes are still enraging us?

But I don’t necessarily like this either. Roiphe speaks about Foster Wallace, Eggers, Chabon, Foer et al:

The younger writers are so self-­conscious, so steeped in a certain kind of liberal education, that their characters can’t condone even their own sexual impulses; they are, in short, too cool for sex. Even the mildest display of male aggression is a sign of being overly hopeful, overly earnest or politically un­toward. For a character to feel himself, even fleetingly, a conquering hero is somehow passé. More precisely, for a character to attach too much importance to sex, or aspiration to it, to believe that it might be a force that could change things, and possibly for the better, would be hopelessly retrograde. Passivity, a paralyzed sweetness, a deep ambivalence about sexual appetite, are somehow taken as signs of a complex and admirable inner life. These are writers in love with irony, with the literary possibility of self-consciousness so extreme it almost precludes the minimal abandon necessary for the sexual act itself, and in direct rebellion against the Roth, Updike and Bellow their college girlfriends denounced. (Recounting one such denunciation, David Foster Wallace says a friend called Updike “just a penis with a thesaurus”).

Love this though:

In this same essay, Wallace goes on to attack Updike and, in passing, Roth and Mailer for being narcissists. But does this mean that the new generation of novelists is not narcissistic? I would suspect, narcissism being about as common among male novelists as brown eyes in the general public, that it does not. It means that we are simply witnessing the flowering of a new narcissism: boys too busy gazing at themselves in the mirror to think much about girls, boys lost in the beautiful vanity of “I was warm and wanted her to be warm,” or the noble purity of being just a tiny bit repelled by the crude advances of the desiring world.

And man oh man, what a conclusion… good writer, this lady:

Why, then, should we be bothered by our literary lions’ continuing obsession with sex? Why should it threaten our insistent modern cynicism, our stern belief that sex is no cure for what David Foster Wallace called “ontological despair”? Why don’t we look at these older writers, who want to defeat death with sex, with the same fondness as we do the inventors of the first, failed airplanes, who stood on the tarmac with their unwieldy, impossible machines, and looked up at the sky?


4 thoughts on “And speaking of misogynist old bastard authors…

  1. Oooh, that’s beautiful. I don’t think that’s entirely accurate though. I love Nora Roberts, even though I don’t like romance generally and I hate the whole formula idea. She has sex scenes. I read them. I enjoy them. She’s a good writer.

    I think people will read anything as long as the writing is good.

  2. I thought this was an interesting article when I read it, though I haven’t read enough of the relevant works to be able to critique it on its own merits. I don’t think her analysis of the modern “too cool for sex” male novelists is so much literary as cultural criticism. I think it applies to men, or at least men who are sensitive to changing cultural norms, more generally. Roth et. al. got to celebrate the conflation of sex with power, even though it involved healthy doses of misogyny, because they were writing at a time when they didn’t have to give a shit. Modern men understand (at least at a subconscious level) that sex as “conquest” is somehow problematic, but since sex and power fire basically the same neurons, they can’t separate the two either, and so have to find some way of getting around the problem (which amounts to just not really enjoying sex all that much). Not saying we should go back to Norman Mailer and/or Don Draper’s view of sex, but I don’t take much comfort in the modern alternative.

  3. Great post alix.

    I agree that authors like DFW can be seen as intensely “self-conscious”, but that word gets muddled with a word I prefer, “self-awareness”. You know me and self-awareness, it’s my magic cure all to all of the world’s problems.

    P.S. I know that McCartney is douchey, but don’t ever knock his heydays. He got high before he met the Queen. He wrote Eleanor Rigby.

  4. Okay, the McCartney thing is a joke right? And I much prefer DFW and Eggers to the Roth, Updike, etc misogyny. I agree with you about the self-awareness thing 100%.

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