Transported: Erotic Travel Tales by Sharazade
“Show, don’t tell!” What the hell does it mean anyway? The phrase has taken on the musty stench of dogma in the dark satanic mills of English pedagogy; repeated and echoed like a sacred mantra in junior-college lecture halls, extension night classes and continuing-education seminars wherever “creative writing” is supposedly being taught. “Show, don’t tell” we are told again and again, though seldom shown a reason why. In Self-Editing for Fiction Writers, Browne and King insist that “thanks to the influence of movies and television, readers today have become accustomed to seeing a story as a series of immediate scenes . . .
Narrative summary no longer engages readers the way it once
did. Since engagement is exactly what a
fiction writer wants, you’re well-advised to rely heavily on immediate scenes
to put your story across. You want to draw your readers into the world you’ve
created, make them feel a part of it; make them forget where they are. And you
can’t do this effectively if you tell your readers about your world secondhand.
You have to take them there . . .” (2nd
edition, 2004, pp 8-9)
I suppose it’s true that once you’ve
seen Star Wars Episode IV you can
never again abide the pedestrian pacing of 2001:
A Space Odyssey, let alone those long drawn-out stretches of silence in the
genuinely silent vacuum of space. Still, have readers really turned into such
slack-jawed, mush-brained, dull-witted, attention-deficit-suffering rubes over
the last several generations? (I realize this may be the wrong question to ask
in light of the seismic success of Dan Brown, Dean Koontz, Stephanie Meyer and
E.L. James, not to mention ratings for Honey
BooBoo or the latest Kardashian-infested “reality” show.) Sorry, I don’t buy it. It’s bullshit. If we’re
going to have a catch-all dictum for effective fiction-writing, it should be “Damn
the dogmas! Engage the reader, anyone you can.”
And how does a writer go about engaging
his readers? How does she effectively draw them into her world and keep them
interested? Clearly there is more than
one way to do this, as demonstrated by two recent collections of well-crafted
short erotic fiction from I.J. Miller and Sharazade.
What I look for in any successful
anthology is variation and contrast. Each story should be unique, with
different characters speaking in their own distinctive voices, from varying
points of view; diverse settings, shifting tempi, new and unfamiliar conflicts
and struggles. Without some creative attempt at “mixing it up” a story collection
can feel like a concert in which every song is played in the same key at the
same tempo; each song may well be lovely in its own right, but eventually, the
subconscious gets tired of hearing the same old key in the same ol’ same ol’
time, and goes into sleep mode. The
beauty of any anthology—or well-programmed MP3 player—is the freedom users are afforded to dip in here
and there, casually at any point, picking and choosing stories that look good
like desserts at a smorgasbord, leaving whatever may not suit their tastes at
the moment. If I have any complaint that may apply equally to Miller’s Sex and Love and Sharazade’s Transported, it is that both suffer from
too little variety and too much same-ness of tone and timing. This is in no way to say that there’s not a
lot to like in both collections—both are warmly recommended—potential readers
should simply be aware of what they’re getting into.
Sex
and Love
In the twelve short stories featured in Sex and Love, I.J. Miller tells a good deal more than he shows. Nonetheless, there is some very
fine, imaginative writing here, and the author always trusts his readers’
intelligence—something increasingly rare and refreshingly welcome. One hears endearing
echoes of John Cheever in the way Miller presents his characters’ backstories;
the way their rather conventional aspirations are explored, the very
ordinariness of their dreams. Cheever’s style may seem dated nowadays, his
reliance on secondhand narrative as quaint as his ‘50s suburban-middle-class
sensibilities; yet his insights still ring universally, poignantly true, and
Miller has learned the older author’s lessons well. The most revealing human
truths; the most compelling drama is often discovered within the commonplace;
the most seemingly ordinary moments in our lives in which the deepest
understanding is born. Throughout Sex and
Love, Miller demonstrates a talent for probing psychological complexity,
often revealing the pain and poetry of dysfunction in surprisingly entertaining
ways.
Highlights of the collection include the
first two stories, Lonely Man, a
cautionary tale about what happens when we allow ourselves to be led by the
“little brain, and Cell, perhaps the
best of the lot, an imaginative depiction of a thoroughly modern seduction. Things We Shouldn’t Do takes us into the
head of an assistant manager at a Caribbean resort, who accidentally discovers
his wife’s dalliance with a co-worker, and finds his life infected with
cancer-like doubt. Cyberslut is a
fascinating look at identity and self-perception in the surreal world of
on-line sex chat; The Bachelor, a Rashamon-like rehash of events that may
have happened or might still occur after an encounter in a strip club; Tennis Pro, most Cheever-esque of the
stories ends on a touching but deeply gratifying note, as does Husband and Wife an authentic reflection
on how marriage changes a couple, with an entertaining, satisfyingly sexy
ironic twist at its climax.
There’s much to commend here, even if
the language isn’t always as fluently adept or finely finished as we might have
wished. At times, it feels as if the same narrator has insinuated himself into
each successive story, so there isn’t enough contrast to keep things as
interesting as they could have been. Still, on balance, Sex and Love is an admirable achievement, offering abundant rewards
to the serious reader. Sample the
stories at random, take your time, and enjoy.
[Note that the longest story in this
collection (as well as its weakest link), Single
Woman, has also been published separately under the title, Climbing the Stairs.]
Transported
In Transported:
Erotic Travel Tales, Sharazade employs a very different method for engaging
her readers, namely, by bringing them directly into the stories as characters
themselves. Seven of the nine stories in
this collection employ a “shared first-person” point of view, with the author
referring to herself as “I” and to the reader as “you”. This lends a certain immediacy to the
proceedings; an added layer of intimacy and excitement that many readers will
find compelling in small doses. (The convention does tend to get old after
reading a few stories one after another.) The author’s style is relaxed and informal,
in an easy-going vernacular, engagingly explicit but seldom off-puttingly vulgar. Each story revolves
around a different destination or mode of travel, lending a nice unified feel
to the compilation as a whole.
I was particularly impressed with the
second story. Flaws is a masterpiece
of sensual-literary craftsmanship (or would that be craftswomanship?) almost
perfectly structured, with a pleasing and powerful erotic payoff at its
climax. The narrator, traveling by train to a job interview in Chicago, reflects,
obsessively about her physical flaws; only to forget them during a torrid
encounter in a narrow sleeping compartment. (Flaws employs
a conventional first-person point of view.) This story is alone worth the price
of a download.
Other highlights include Sales Pitch, in which a twentysomething sales
clerk in an airport “travel store” enjoys a steamy encounter with a customer; Just Browsing, relating an anonymous—but
all the more arousing—encounter in the art section of a bookstore. As the
narrator peruses a book of shunga
(classic Japanese erotic prints), a stranger looks over her shoulder, and soon
the two of them begin to act out the stories depicted in the prints. Shore
Leave colorfully evokes an early-morning sexual encounter on a beach. Onsen tells the story of a lovers’
weekend at a hot spring hotel (onsen)
in Japan; this story is considerably more detailed, and delves more emotional
depth than any of the others. (I was happily reminded of a similar episode in
Donna George Storey’s Amorous Woman,
which is, in itself, quite a recommendation.)
Transported is a quick and
easy-to-read collection that may be just the thing to while away a few dull hours
on a long layover or sit up with through the night in coach on a train. (Be
careful, though; you never know who might be looking over your shoulder!) Readers in the mood for well-written, simple
sexy escapism won’t be disappointed.
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