![]() ![]() In retrospect, this was probably a fair enough introduction, not unlike learning about disco icons from drag impersonators, or being educated in the Broadway diva canon by bitter but patient show queens. I would rather write googoo.” By the end of the two page screed, Erica Jong becomes a cipher through which she vents (possibly her own) sexual frustration. Acker gives a mock impersonation: “I would rather be a baby than have sex. She parodies the title of Jong’s sophomore novel ( How to Save Your Own Life) as How to Die Successfully. If Kathy Acker thought she was worth making fun of, then I did too. I figured Erica Jong was some uptight square, a bourgeois celebrity writer whose work struck Acker as worthy of scorn. I was only a little curious about Erica Jong, singled out as she was for Acker’s ire. I’m sure I had heard of the “zipless fuck” or Fear of Flying before, but my first real introduction to Erica Jong was when I read Kathy Acker’s scathing 1982 piece, Hello, I’m Erica Jong in my senior year of college. ![]() Zipless: A Queer Look at Erica Jong’s ‘Fear of Flying’ ![]()
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