![]() ![]() Even autobiography is not interesting if it is only about its subject. She has another go at it here: “Most critics are so misguided about the nature of literature that they lead even writers, who should know better, astray. ![]() But in interview after interview, ever since she burst upon us as a sort of Mary Poppins of female sexuality in 1973, Erica Jong has insisted that “myth” is what she's really after. That, perhaps, is the news about Erica Jong's second, surprisingly tiresome novel, unless we want to sit around in the Jacuzzi dilating on what constitutes fiction, or autobiography, or “myth.” Like “Fear of Flying,” “How to Save Your Own Life” advertises itself as a novel, with Isadore Wing as heroine. Something was always being gobbled by some orifice or other.” And, of the 18 erotic poems batched at the back of the book, several are quite good, especially “We Learned.” Something was always in eruption-as in a region of volcanos.īy Erica Jong. ![]() There is also a nice orgy: “It had ten arms, ten legs, two penises, three vaginas and six breasts-of assorted sizes-not to mention ten eyes, ten ears and five mouths (that were practically always full). ![]() There is one hilarious scene in “How to Save Your Own Life,” when Isadora Wing takes a fling at lesbianism. ![]()
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