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Cristian Alvarez _1130fe42 — Part of what I love about this book—which is also true of Cowboys Are My Weakness—is the frank and funny depiction of sex. In “Then You Get Up and Have Breakfast,” we get two stories of love and sex running on parallel tracks: the new relationship with Eric and the back story of the old relationship with Carter, leading to its break-up. Eric, who can’t get an erection because of anti-depressants, touches Lucy “like a blind man who had just one night to learn what is woman,” and kisses her “like it is some kind of world-class competition.” His penis “reawakens” miraculously, when they are lying under the big, blue sky, looking up at the stars. (The stars, moon, and constellations are such a recurring theme in the book, it seems fitting that they would perform sexual magic.) Sex with Carter is “every now and then, most often out of doors, in public places and fully clothed.” Once they get home, he stays up and Lucy conks out on the couch. When they break up, they have not had sex for eight months, which Lucy tells him was “like trying to tap dance with one leg tied up behind [her] back.” Lucy’s lover in the first story, “The Best Girlfriend You Never Had” becomes her stalker. In the second story, “Cataract,” the most interesting sex is the kind that is just talked about, between Lucy and Thea. They do have metaphorical sex together, going down the cataract and almost drowning. The intimacy they gain from the experience is far greater than what they have with their men. In “Three Lessons in Amazonian Biology,” an old boyfriend, Tony, convinces Lucy to fly seventeen hours to Ann Arbor to try to reignite their flame. When she arrives, five days after his persuasive phone call, he announces that he has a new girlfriend and Lucy has to sleep on the couch, her birthday-eve sex now out of reach (and she is turning 33, the age when Tony had said all things would be revealed to her). At the end of “Then You Get Up and Have Breakfast,” Lucy sums up what she’s learned about sex: “It’s very simple. . . You have it, then you have it again, then you have it again; and then you get up and have breakfast.” The last story before the epilogue opens with a funny scene of Lucy shopping for a dildo in Provincetown, and her adventures in this sexually liberated town —toying with the idea of a lesbian relationship and finally achieving euphoria with a man, until she discovers he is still married —round out her survey of erotic experiences in the book. All the idiosyncratic, whimsical, sad, or just unexpected kinds of sex are not just entertaining and titillating (though they are that, too). They are a metaphor for Lucy’s journey, her continuously abortive attempts to make connections, to no longer be a loner. In the interview in the back of Waltzing the Cat, Houston talks about trying to make stories that get close enough to the truth of their metaphors. The metaphors in this book are funny, moving, and surprising. For instance, in “Then You Get Up and Have Breakfast,” the need to rebuild Lucy’s grandmother’s cottage, which is falling into the river, is a metaphor for Lucy’s need to rebuild her life, either to construct a new foundation or “let it float.” In “Three Lessons in Amazonian Biology,” the metaphors—comparing Lucy’s quest for love, meaning, and mating to behaviors of animals in the Amazon—are both whimsical and poignant. (For example: “Lesson #3: . . . The screaming pehah . . . spends over seventy-five percent of his life looking for a mate” reminds us of someone we know. ) “Goodness Under Your Feet,” has two parallel stories, and they are each a metaphor for the other–the story about Ellie the dog in the present, and the one about Ellie the best friend who died. The more I think about Houston’s process—making the central metaphor reveal the story’s truth—the more this seems like a powerful way to write fiction. Something else I admire about these stories is the way they abound with sentiment without ever falling into sentimentality. Part of how this happens is the skillful use of banter. The characters talk about deep subjects, like love and death, but they often add a punch line or a dark twist at the end. For example, in “Then You Get Up and Have Breakfast,” Lucy says, “I’m crazy about you” and Eric responds, “Crazy, period.” Houston explodes clichés by having characters call each other on them. When Lucy says, “All our worldly possessions are on this boat,” Henry replies, “And where are your nonworldly possessions? In Cleveland?” (His banter leavens a moment of terror and emotional intensity, when they might be about to drown, and keeps it from becoming sentimental.) When Lucy says her mother was “loyal to [her] father like a tick on a hound,” the emotion is clear and poignant, but the choice of analogy is so unexpected, it’s fresh. Although most of the men Lucy chooses are bad news, they are never stock characters. The precise and unexpected details make me believe in Lucy’s reactions to them, though another writer might make the same men caricatures of masculine insensitivity. When Lucy falls for Erik, a “huge, lumbering Clydesdale,” who makes “miniature replicas of grand Tudor houses, fourteen thousand miniature bricks in one of them” in “Then You Get Up and Have Breakfast,” we fall for him, too, through his stories about penguins and finger-eating power tools.When Lucy tells us why she is over Carter—because he started strutting like a chicken onstage at a reggae concert and because he practiced his smiles before she took his picture—Lucy’s conclusions are also ours. Although all the men Lucy chooses turn out to be crazy in some way, we don’t judge her. Gloria, in “Then You Get Up and Have Breakfast,” sums up our reaction: “The trouble with loving the crazy ones. . . is when you get tired, and need to rest, the normal guys just don’t interest you anymore.” I would add: The trouble with loving the crazy, funny, sexy, sad, extreme-adventure-of-the-heart stories in this collection . . . is when you get tired, and need to rest, the normal stories just don’t interest you anymore, either. Even after the epilogue, you want to read another. Here is my review, on my blog, Walking on the Highway: http://www.sharonharrigan.net/blog/wa...

Jack Smith 2442341508e43d — This book is a lot of fun for when you walk by St. Archibald of Poughkeepsie's Cathedral and you want to know who the hell that is. Also, how these people get away with being called saints, with some of the stuff they got up to? Beyond me. Comforting, anyway, that Catholics put their money where their mouths are as far as everyone having the potential to be saved.

Syed K nydesignerfabrics — I read the first book in this collection, "The House of Mirth." . . . . it was frustrating and depressing. I have not moved on to either of the others. I do love the old way of writing so I gave it three stars, but I found the inability of the characters to speak truthfully to each other, which would have made their lives soooo much easier in the first place, irritating! But then, I guess that was how it was in those days.