Rechy, John (Vol. 18)
Rechy, John 1934–
Rechy is an American novelist and essayist. He is considered by some to have been in the vanguard of the New Journalism movement for pieces that appeared in the early sixties in Evergreen Review. From one of these pieces came his first novel, City of Night, a slangy, nightmarish vision of homosexuality. Rechy belongs, says Terry Southern, "to the self-revelatory school of Romantic Agony. The school's basic rule is 'Feel everything and leave nothing unsaid.'" (See also CLC, Vols. 1, 7, 14, and Contemporary Authors, Vols. 5-8, rev. ed.
By making [the hero of Numbers] an Adonis, Rechy attempts to show that whatever his outward appearance, the homosexual is basically a person who is unsure of himself, a person constantly in search of acceptance. He continually relives the initial crisis, the trauma of parental rejection…. The homosexual, the "cruiser," is an eternal Morgan in search of his Pemberton. The monotony of Rechy's novel, which might be considered a technical defect, marvelously evokes the obsessive nature, the emptiness, of such contacts, and the cruiser's monomania. For the cruiser, cruising is not only a favorite pastime but a vital activity. He has the impression that he does not exist unless he can attract a partner: "The first one today! Johnny thinks. I'm alive!" And this thought makes us aware that the search for a partner is an act of survival, and that nothing can appease it, neither finding an ideal lover, who is quickly cut down to human dimensions, nor the feeling of satiety that many sexual conquests can provide…. (p. 178)
Georges-Michel Sarotte, "Three Categories of Homosexual," in his Like a Brother, Like a Lover: Male Homosexuality in the American Novel and Theater from Herman Melville to James Baldwin, translated by Richard Miller (copyright © 1978 by Doubleday & Company, Inc.; reprinted by permission of Doubleday & Company, Inc.; originally published as Comme un frère, Comme un...
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[There's] no doubt in my mind that [the sadism in "Rushes"] is not just a ritual played out among characters. It's also a literary rite directed at the reader. The language of the text demands that the reader suffer sexually: hurt, submit, and therefore love this book.
That's too much to ask. Still, provided one is willing to make the effort, there's a lot to appreciate here, if not to love. For one thing, Mr. Rechy is working a difficult vein of fiction, the tragedy of manners. For another, he supplies an abundance of arcane information about the homosexual pecking order. Then there's the book's construction. It's painstaking, it's controlled by chains of correspondence that link, for example, the garish paintings on the walls of the bar to the medieval Stations of the Cross, leading to the degradation of the last chapter.
But finally it seems to me that almost none of this matters, because the book's sight and speech are hopelessly infected. Of course, I couldn't help wondering whether my own preferences in matters sexual made me unreceptive to the novel. Maybe so; but let me ask the reader of this review to imagine, if he will, a moment of male-female lust described as follows: "Sexual arousement … is flailed by fear." Or try: "Sometimes in the isolated reality of the chemical sexmoments…." If these were heterosexmoments, they would be no better. Clotted with jargon, delirious with repetition and weak with the...
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John Rechy's fiction has always shown an interest in the night side of human feeling. He is drawn to the illicit, to outcasts, to the transgressor's knowledge….
Rushes, though yet another exploration of the underground, represents a culmination of Rechy's themes. Unaccommodating, aggressive, brooding, it is Rechy's most ambitious work stylistically and also in the questions it raises about the quality of "liberation."
A self-conscious religious ardour inspires the language of this novel…. The devout tone is meant to dignify the hypnotic power the bar holds over its clientele, to give solemnity to the intoxication—the rush—of dangerous desires. This evocation of fervent, spiritual feeling contrasts sharply with the sordid scenes described, suggesting an ambivalence in Rechy's portrayal of the homosexual underground—is it paradise or purgatory? The religious metaphors are crudely overreaching. But the ambivalence appeals to the moral predisposition of Rechy's audience, and the dense and elevated language is a familiar way, in fiction, to convey the consecration of sensuality.
The characters are deliberately contrived, scarcely more than vessels for Rechy's reflections. They are seen from the inside, but not profoundly. There is so much on Rechy's mind—the nature of masculinity, the fascination of the "sex-hunt," the tyranny of beauty, the dread of aging, attitudes toward women...
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Rushes is not a novel of propaganda; if any political statement is to be derived from the novel, it would seem to be that the oppressive "straight" world is ultimately responsible for the grotesque and perverse behavior to which the alienated homosexual is driven. The novel has much wider social implications, however. Rushes presents not so much the homosexual world but a particular cult within it. When it is seen as a cult with all the dogmas and trappings of a religion, the world of Rushes becomes an expression of and a metaphor for what Christopher Lasch calls the "culture of narcissism." By means of biblical and liturgical epigraphs before each chapter, together with frequent use of Christian terminology and symbols within the novel, Rechy sets up an ironic contrast between the shared values of Christian community and the self-seeking pilgrimages of the characters presented. But the empty ritualism of Rushes suggests far more about American culture than about homosexuality….
The hunt is not merely for sex—most of the characters seem insensate and beyond feeling for ordinary sexual contact in any case—but for total fusion, however momentary. It is the desire to achieve what can't be achieved, it seems, in the world outside. The "macho" world of the bar cannot be reconciled to the world of jobs, responsibilities, and even love. In the ritual of the cult, distinctions blur, opposites meld; but the...
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