A Single Man

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Identifying as a gay man can leave weighted blockades at the forefront of youth, our twilight years or whenever one chooses to open the door and in middle age here it is coupled by being A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood.

Protagonist George feigns interest in life as his many states of mind leave him as an object of solitude, uncertainty and bitter discontent.

To pass through these pages is to follow our friend George through one solitary day. Routines of roles speak to the many facades we all wear at times to make it through work, an unwanted dinner or awkward encounters with people from our past. This man looks in the mirror each morning and prepares the state of mind and face to sell to the world. The state they want to see.

A lover has passed, many lonely mornings are spent, and George regresses into his sad mind as multiple personas emerge. It is in these lost moments that George escapes his bitterness. His morning commute is spent as the “chauffeur.” Another character emerges in the classroom recognized only as a “talking head” to which his students are more than accustomed. One student sees beyond this head and towards the end of this day gives George a glimmer of what may have been and in turn George shares a subtle truth to this unsettled youth.

Fear and the ongoing use of labels are tacked on to our friend as “Mr. Stunk… tries to nail him down with a word. Queer, he doubtlessly growls” (pg. 27). While George appears numb to biting remarks a harmless comment can be viewed with scorn such as in this parenthetical quotation from page 34, “(‘old,’ in our country of the bland, has become nearly as dirty a word as ‘kike’ or ‘nigger’).” Named insults that puncture the deepest are those which ridicule unalterable, innate qualities.

The inevitable acceptance of mortality and decay coupled with the ongoing desire for companionship ground this story in a place of common roots. A standing hospital is likened to a doorway into the next stage through which we will all pass (pg. 94). George visits Charlotte over endless drinks; she entertains the fantasy of the two of them being together which ends with one of those, groping, repeated “drunken long shots” (pg. 145). Near the end-and much alcohol later-I believe we start to see the real George emerge. He becomes fearless, flirtatious and dominant with the young man paying him due attention. Ironically rescued from drowning in the nude by his hunky student (pg 164), Kenny will be the last face our friend sees but only after a shared awkward truth I know all too well.

by Christopher Isherwood

A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood, click here to buy the book

For such a short novel (186 pages) it left me with a lot to say and like George I am in my head. All of my reservations about growing old, processing ridicule and abuse from my early years and the future of taking a partner only to later endure the loss of love are lettered here in black and white. After beginning this article, I let it rest as a draft for over a week before publication as I thought it was too personal. While these grey thoughts jumble my review the light of this little book rests in it being an excellent introduction to the great voice of Christopher Isherwood. This is the man who wrote the fictional work that later turned into the film Cabaret. His history ties intimately with poet W.H. Auden and a visit to Berlin. In an effort to somehow organize my opinion of this dense and somehow witty prose I peaked at older reviews and am looking for a loaner copy of the movie with Colin Firth and Julianne Moore.

In close and timely fashion, finishing this book as New York gay marriage passed made me think that if only all states followed (and we all embraced equality) real life characters such as George would have less cause to experience looming suicidal solitude and far more reason for acceptance and celebration. States of mind are at stake. A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood directs my thoughts to which state will be next?

A Celtic Cross Charm

Among three rests a Celtic cross charm. Occasionally, times when I am out wearing a t-shirt my necklace dangles about. “Where did you get that?” And the story ensues.

one of three charms

the orb charm

“I found this on the kindergarden playground when I was five years old,” I say. “You found that?” someone asks. “Yes, all three of these charms just like this. Not on this chain though. It was on a black rope; last summer that rope broke and I had to tie it a little tighter, then it broke again and then it broke a third time and after I tied it that time I couldn’t pull it over my head to take it off, so, I just left it on all the time.” That’s where the story would stop generally. But as most stories go there is an extended version and last night I found the story to be ongoing.

After the Green Screen (a show I host with the ongoing theme of my dealing with Showcase Syndrome [a disease I have where I exist under the continuing delusion that I run a talk show]) Laura Hugg and I walked to the Underground Lounge where a friend was hosting his gig “Grant Pearl Comedy.” Tonight was a benefit for Joplin disaster plus I really enjoyed a couple of the stand-ups I’d seen perform there last time around. I met Mr. T’s daughter, Erica Nicole Clark, who was absolutely fabulous and incidentally opened the show bookended by a set from local comedian Marty DeRosa (who will totally make you think of Charlie from It’s Always Sunny) that tore my sides up with laughter. All around just a funny night until I was taking a piss and heard a little ping.

Looking down I saw one of my charms had fallen out of my pants leg. I felt for my chain and it had broke. Wow, I had had a few drinks but, you know that suddenly sober feeling that just sometimes hit ya? Here I am in the bathroom with a guy banging on the door outside shaking my pants leg and feeling all up and down my shirt, undershirt, etc. until I found my little ball, the second charm. I look, I look, I look, “Hold on a second. I’ll be right out.” It’s not here, I think. “Oh sorry man, I just about can’t hold it.” Big guy rushes by me. The comedy is over. I’m floating around and ask Danny to use the mic real quick and say like “Hey, I know we’ve all been watching comedy and laughing and stuff but I have a necklace that I’ve had since I was five years old; it broke and one of the charms are around here somewhere. It’s a celtic cross with a little yellow stone in the center. If ya’ll see it let me know, thanks.” And I continue to float around the bar.

Becca at the bar sees my need and hands me a light. Where is it? Looking up. “Hey man you were great. Come here, you’re just adorable.” O.K. so, that instant sobriety kinda fades now that I see the guy that reminds me of Charlie and I pull his head to my chest hugging him. “Just adorable,” I say. “Oh, yeah, I like adorable that’s great,” he says. “I’m Marty.” We exchange names, my search goes on I hug Matt Riggs and give Danny shit, both guys I like to catch on stage whenever. This search seems pointless.

meaning strength

the rune charm

“Well, I’m about to go doll,” Laura says and I walk up with her. “I’m going to go or I’m gonna wanna smoke.” “I know the feeling,” I say. “Goodnight doll.” I’m smoking. There’s the lady. “Hey, so you were great tonight. I’m Nick.” “I’m Erica.” “Lovely to meet you. You were hysterical. You know, I always think ‘what’s true and what’s not’ in everyone’s sets and I just had to ask are you really Mr. T’s daughter?” “Yes, I am. It was all true.” “Wow, that is awesome! So Marty, do you really work at Costco?” “I do,” he says. Here I stand with two of the funnier people in Chicago, cross-less.

How many lost symbols are out there?

Marty offers Erica a lift. I drop my cigarette case and things go their own directions. Back inside I’m telling Becca the extended version. “So after that it finally broke again and I got another chain. The one my friend Amanda offered me didn’t fit and I don’t know where I got that one and you know, it’s weird. That’s something I’ve had for twenty-five years.” “Yeah, but you know, maybe it was just time for someone else to find it,” Becca says. I agree by saying, “Guess it was no longer my cross to bear.”

Funny the way our lives cross paths with people and things winding up in all these places and all these times.

And on our stories go.

Earth (the book) A Visitor’s Guide to the Human Race

originally posted on Uptown UpdateSometimes you just gotta laugh so you won’t cry and if The Onion makes you laugh till you cry then I recommend you sit on the toilet with this book for $h*t$ and giggles.

Jon Stewart’s Earth (the book) A Visitor’s Guide to the Human Race is an excellent choice of hilarity. Over 240 pages means one can easily find over 240 reasons to chuckle and snort or insert your laugh of choice. Due to its nice size (not to mention contents), it makes an excellent wrapped package to exchange. “Buy two,” copies and share the funny (available at your local…well, if things aren’t as local anymore you can still get it online. I mean, we all know by now that one chain filed for chapter 11 and closed over half of their stores and the other mainly survived due to it’s early grab of the e-book revolution but how long can a dark, parenthetical, pointing at the fall of our economy joke last).
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A Visitor's Guide to the Human Race

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I first read (and sold) this book back when I worked at one of the above mentioned corporations. However, seeing Larry King on The Daily Show of late made me recall an image that has been forever seared into my retinas. That said, folks, for those of you who enjoy witty delivery on basically every worthy subject imaginable paramount to the evolution and survival of our divine species, well, like that famous sauce, it’s in [here]. But more importantly for those of you who (and I am talking to the vast American majority here) who do not like to read, this is the book for you. Earth (the book) is choked full of over 256 pages of eye pleasing pictures, complete with illustrations, photos, charts, graphs and many other visual aids. For those less inclined to fool your friends by staring end upon end at never ending letters from the English alphabet while never truly taking a word from the page, this book will for sure allow you to impress your peers by how quickly it leaves you, the less-likely reader, turning pages.

Crossing from commerce to culture while spanning through government, society and science and highlighted with a two page spread featuring half a Larry King, Earth (the book) A Visitor’s Guide  to the Human Race plays hysterical notes across our great globe.