Showing posts with label Bev Prescott. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The Passion of Alice by Stephanie Grant


Book: The Passion of Alice
Author: Stephanie Grant
Publisher: Bantam Books; Reprint Edition (September 1, 1996)


Temperance is simply a disposition of the mind which binds the passion.
― Thomas Aquinas

“Passion” is one of those words that can cover a lot of territory, especially when you stop to think that it can mean everything from anger and steadfast conviction to love, devotion, and steamy sexual shenanigans.  
Curiously, though, the word “passion” comes from pati, the Latin word meaning “to suffer.”

However, this last definition of passion is the one that is rarely considered when reading works of literature featuring women and lesbians: The Passion of Christ is the biblical account of Jesus Christ's arrest, trial, and suffering—it ends with his execution by crucifixion upon Calvary. While details vary, most versions of the Passion begin with the events in the Garden of Gethsemane. A few include the Last Supper, while others begin the story as early as Palm Sunday, when Jesus entered Jerusalem to the applause and adoration of the masses.
Think Monday Night Football with donkeys and palm fronds, instead of nose tackles and nachos.
Regardless of specific details, this definition of Passion is about injustice, doubt, fear, pain and ultimately, degrading death. Spiritually, the Passion is the perfect example of suffering, which is one of those perky and pervasive themes of the Christian religion.
Of course, suffering is not the only theme of the Passion, although some Christians believe that Christ's suffering and the wounds that he suffered redeem humanity from sin. Another theme is incarnation, and how the death of Jesus shows humanity that God had become truly human, and that he was willing to undergo every human suffering, right up to the final agony of death. Yet another theme is obedience, and that despite initial, and very human, reluctance and fear, Jesus demonstrates his total acquiescence to God's wishes.
But the final theme is victory—the victory of Christ over death, which is why the Passion is ultimately inseparable from resurrection.

“I was used to being perceived as having a good attitude. Self-control, self-effacement, self-denial. People like this, especially in girls.”
― Stephanie Grant, The Passion of Alice

Stephanie Grant’s debut novel, The Passion of Alice, takes readers on a vastly different journey through the famed year of 1984. Alice Forrester is a high-functioning 5’10”, 89 lb. anorexic who barely survives a President’s Day episode of heart failure. Upon her discharge from the intensive care unit, she becomes a patient at the hospital’s renowned eating disorders clinic. The Seaview program is part twelve-steps, part tough love, part new age self-discovery, and part speed-dating free-for-all. Alice’s overbearing mother, Syd, along with an oddball group of staff and doctors work to help the young woman to understand her addiction, its triggers, and how she can regain control of her weight and her life.

But Alice learns more about herself and the margins of her personal canon through her co-conspirators and fellow patients than she ever could through the anemic, one-size-fits-all clinic services. As these young women tentatively explore the depth and breadth of friendship, ambivalence, trust, and desire, they taste for the first time, the possibility of things like normal lives. But before these feel-good realities can settle in and take root, the fragile balance begins to disintegrate, and the rippled looking glass of the anorexics, bulimics, and compulsive overeaters begins to crack. Shocked into the ultimate reality of their eating disorders, the women test the boundaries of their compulsions and deprivations. Alice, in particular, plays the heroic role of plate cleaner, knowing well that one day she will reclaim her capacity for the divine. But before she has a chance, the hedonistic, undisciplined, and unrepentant Maeve takes Alice on an unplanned adventure down a rabbit hole of sexual awakening and true self-knowledge. And, if it doesn’t kill her first, it will change her life, forever.

Make no mistake, The Passion of Alice is about women and appetites. As the narrator and protagonist, Alice’s self-starving is no more about self-hate, doubt, or fear then it is about self-image. Instead, her anorexia is a form of clarification and ultimate self-knowledge, a way of differentiating between want and need, beginning and ending—an example of spiritual achievement where what one knows is automatically created, and what is willed is fully known in its truth.

But, for Alice, passion and suffering go hand-in-hand—if she can feel passion, then she will suffer. So, she controls her passions by denying herself food, companionship, desire, and sex. She uses her anorexia as a tool for managing her passions, starving herself until nothing is left but the fine point of her existence. What happens, instead, is that when she reaches her true essence, she is greeted by the undeniable desire for women and sex.  

Ms. Grant’s rich and raw secondary characters play the foil to Alice’s dry wit and biting sarcasm, and are as varied and unrelenting as their eating disorders. From the regal Queen Victoria to the enigmatic child star, Amy. Through Louise, who is searching for love, and the waif-like, disintegrating Gwen, to the bulimics obsessed with exercise and shiny spandex, and ending with the purse-soiling, coke-snorting Maeve, who is the physical and spiritual antithesis of Alice. The first-person narration is clean, crisp, and full of surprising observation tinged with casual contempt. It manages to tell a story that is multilayered, droll, heartbreaking, and unbelievably powerful, all the while giving voice to a chorus of shared taboos.

Author, Stephanie Grant
The Passion of Alice is a sharp, stark, and edgy novel that takes on the dark and debilitating truths of eating disorders in women. And, while the story primarily focuses on Alice, an anorexic, it takes great pains to shine a bright light on the toxic perceptions and relationships women have with food, body image, societal expectations, and sexual appetite. Ultimately, though, the message is about resurrection, and while Christ’s passion culminated with his acquiescence to God’s wishes upon Calvary, Alice’s passion ceased at the very moment she acknowledged she needed one compelling, chaotic, and flawed woman, in every imaginable way.

Published in 1995 by Houghton Mifflin, Stephanie Grant’s The Passion of Alice was nominated for Britain’s Orange Broadband Prize for Fiction and the Lambda Award for Best Lesbian Fiction.

As a side note, I picked up The Passion of Alice not long after listening to my wife, Ann McMan, talk with Bev Prescott on Cocktail Hour Productions’ The Barbell show—the episode was titled Once More, with Feeling: Body Image After 50. Ms. Prescott does an amazing job of talking about health and wellness in the lesbian community, and Ann was unbelievably frank and open about her successes, failures, and challenges, one day at a time.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Step into the Wind by Bev Prescott


THE RAINBOW READER WELCOMES YOU TO A SPECIAL SEGMENT


With Special Guest Reviewer, BARRETT, author of DAMANGED IN SERVICE and  DEFYING GRAVITY


Book:  Step into the Wind
Author:  Bev Prescott
Publisher:  Blue Feather Books

For a kid growing up in the Midwest, every summer brought the opportunity of “going up north” for vacation. I believe there’s something magical about the north woods for children, as well as adults. Maybe it was the quiet or the sheer joy of being swallowed up by, what seemed like, endless acres of trees and lakes.

My family, like hundreds of others, packed the car before dawn to make the excruciatingly long drive to Northern Wisconsin. For two blissful weeks my brother and I led a carefree existence of swimming, running loose, picking blueberries, fishing, and capturing frogs.

When I was a little older, I had the chance to go to scout camp in Wild Rose, Wisconsin. Some of the memories are just as vivid today as they were then. It was my first time away from home and I met dozens of other girls enjoying a special week of coordinated recreation and learning. I also learned the wonder of “camp counselors” for the first time.

Author Bev Prescott’s new release, Step into the Wind, offers readers a peek behind the scenes of a landmark camp in the beautifully described town of Glasgow, Maine. The Marcotte Camp has been a rite of passage for decades for many lucky children. But with the death of their son, the beloved Marcotte family is self-destructing.

Alex Marcotte fled the town and her family after the tragic death of her twin brother. Finally, on the pretext of researching the wildfires in Maine, she returns to her hometown. Sadly, Alex carries with her the same emotional burdens that she had when she left. The psychological wreckage that, after so many years, continues to metastasize through the roots of her family, hooks her back in almost immediately.

A lifesaving distraction appears in the form of self-assured wildlife biologist named Zoe Kimball. Tasked with studying a very special pair of breeding eagles on an island owned by the camp, Zoe Kimball finds herself drawn into the vortex of a growing storm. Her attraction to Alex blooms, but it’s her rock solid courage and patience that bond her to the unmoored young woman.

At first glance, the story lines up to be a romance. And to be sure, the relationship between Zoe and Alex develops in halting steps. But the real story, from my perspective, is one of survival on many levels. Ms. Prescott has intricately woven a tapestry of back-story that involves not only the Marcotte family, but all of the colorful individuals who make up the saga.

The well-researched tale of the eagles and their offspring is gripping and enchanting. (It reminded me of Marlin Perkins and his Sunday night “Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom” television show). By the end of the story, I was truly hoping for a sequel about the baby eagles. 

Anyone who knows Bev Prescott, will understand her passion for the bounty of nature surrounding all of us. When you read her words, you will feel it.

Each character is drawn with the same meticulous attention to detail, and you’ll feel as though you know each one of them.

The pacing of the story moves quickly and evenly. I engaged early and had trouble finding a place to stop for the night. The only time I felt slowed, as a reader was midway through when Alex slipped into a dark space of self-analysis. Her emotional state is vital to understanding the story, but I understood that earlier.

There’s richness in the novel that resonates even after its finish. And it stems from the very title—Step into the Wind. It’s a matter of trust, it’s a matter of survival, and it’s a matter of seeing what’s in front of you. At one point, they discuss the remarkable vision of the eagles, the ability to spot their objective from hundreds of feet in the air.

Bev Prescott has given us a well-written story layered with some of her authentic observations that give her writing a rich satisfying ring of truth. I enjoyed my time in Glasgow, Maine and I’m sure I will revisit Step into the Wind soon. In the meantime, I will be paying  a lot more attention to birds nests.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

My Soldier Too by Bev Prescott


Book:  My Soldier Too
Author:  Bev Prescott
Publisher:  Blue Feather Books, Ltd.

Before I get into my review of Bev Prescott’s delightful little debut, I feel compelled to do a little housekeeping:    

In light of all the recent press surrounding the $^%*!#@ jerks pretending to be lesbian bloggers, I want to clarify that I am a living, breathing dyke in good standing, and my lifetime membership fees are paid-in-full (credential number 0223-22-8822-5).  I have one toaster oven, two flannel shirts, and three dogs.  While I am wildly attracted to women with brilliant minds and a keen sense of humor, I’ll admit that I like a nice ass. And to be perfectly transparent; there's a strong likelihood that I will be dumbly transfixed by your cleavage, if it's on display.  Maybe that makes me a pig, but I’m an honest lesbian blogging pig with a good heart.

Okay, now on to the really important stuff, Bev Prescott has graced us with a sweet little debut novel, My Soldier Too.  Isabella Parisi has it all, she loves her job as a social worker with veterans at the VA; she has a handsome, if seriously oppressive boyfriend, and a tight Italian Catholic family.  Madison Brown is a dashing Captain in the Army Reserve, an Iraq War veteran, and a registered nurse who spends her reserve duty in the VA Clinic.  While neither is looking out for love, they find it when Madison rushes in to help Isabella up after she slips on the ice.  Of course, Isabella is straight and Madison refuses to have her heart broken. 

But true love never pays attention to those pesky little details. 

They push.  They pull.  They kiss.  They thrust.  They parry.  They get naked.  Things are looking up, until Daddy Parisi, the oppressive ex-boyfriend, and the Italian Catholic brothers see the girls canoodling on the pier in P’town.  Daddy goes berserk, and things start to unravel.  Isabella’s friend, the General, commits suicide and Madison gets orders to ship off to Afghanistan.  Isabella realizes she can’t be with Madison, and runs back to her family.  Madison, broken hearted, heads back into the war zone.  Isabella finally figures out who and what she really is, but it may be too late to get Madison back.

My Soldier Too is a story with many faces.  It’s part love-at-first-sight romance, part political statement on the cost of war and the state of our soldiers, part cautionary tale, and part declaration of truth.  I appreciate that both Isabella and Madison can recognize the attraction, and that they screw up the courage to take tiny steps to pursue it, even if they’re not really sure what they’re pursuing at first. 

I also appreciate the fear factor, which is oddly more for Madison than for Isabella.  I can perfectly understand that Madison is gun shy with her heart, especially when it comes to a straight woman with a boyfriend.  Isabella, though, isn’t really too awfully shocked or surprised that she’s having such strong feelings for a woman.  I guess this is always a bit of a sticking point for me – do straight women really just flip a switch, come to immediate terms with a same sex sexual relationship, and not obsess over what it means to their lives, career, and friends?

Don’t forget the, “Oh shit!  My brother, the Catholic priest, is absolutely going to wet his frock!!!”

And, to set the record straight, the brother who is a Catholic priest didn’t wet his starched little frock; he just joined the rest of the family in a sanctimonious sing-a-long.

Of course, there were some wonderful scenes in the book.  One of my absolute favorites was when Isabella tippled too many appletinis, ended up getting her butch on, and accosted Madison at the dance club.  Well, technically, she didn’t really accost her, but she was a tad more firm and direct.  Anyway, given the force of the adult beverages, Isabella and Madison end up in a near compromising position, and both sets of friends converge, thinking their respective girl isn’t being treated right.  I loved that the two sets of friends nearly got into a brawl.  That was a beautiful, clever piece of writing.

GRRRLLL FIIIIGHT!!!!!!   Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

This next part is hard to write about without giving too much of the ending away, but I’ll try:  When Madison was injured in Afghanistan, I cried like a baby. 

The kind with uncontrollable blubbering, guttural sobbing, and lingering eye puffiness. 

But, the book ended too soon.  While Isabella and Madison fell in love at first sight and fought a brigade of demons to be together in the end, so much growth and depth had to have happened during the months and months of recovery and rehabilitation.  Those are some of the hardest times any couple, no matter how much they love one another, will ever go through in life.  We certainly didn’t need ten chapters of detail, but I felt a bit cheated that I didn’t get to see the maturation of their relationship through at least some of it.

And that’s not a criticism, so much as a friendly observation from a hopeless romantic.

My Soldier Too is a book that sticks with you.  Not so much for the romance, but more for the wicked combination to the gut.  The parts that sting and linger are the ones dealing with the mental, physical, and emotional injuries to the soldiers, the devastation to the families, and the price paid by warriors with one foot in the closet and the other on an IED. Some day, the American War Machine will figure out that blood is red, bravery is courageous, and love is omnipotent.  Until then, authors like Bev Prescott will keep reminding us, one book at a time.

I’m giving My Soldier Too a 4.6 out of 6 on the Rainbow Scale.  It’s a solid debut for a new author, and I’m looking forward to seeing what else she has up her sleeve.