

Let's say it is possible for a healthy man to consider an Ed Wood movie during a heterosexual blow job. He pictures Monica Vitti's high heels in "L'Avventura." He pictures a grimacing male head from some old Ed Wood movie. He doesn't do something as crude as fantasize that the woman bobbing her head below him is someone else, like say Rosanna Arquette with her delicious pouty lips.) Not that Benjamin doesn't think about movie stars while Kay is going down. "It would be a whole different thing."īenjamin also remembers a Lou Reed song about "playing football for the coach." He pictures other women giving him blow jobs in other situations. 11.) "I couldn't have written that now," Minot says. He hears a distant plane and considers that one seldom notices planes flying over Manhattan.

He's thinking about his well-heeled fiancée, Vanessa. He's thinking about how often he has sexually and emotionally betrayed Kay. He sits back on Kay's bed and tries to enjoy the "pleasant sensation" of her wet mouth, but the sensations are not "making it up to his head." He's thinking about other times when he was thinking about other women. We'll start with Minot's blowee, Benjamin, an indie film producer in his 20s who is having an afternoon suck by his former production designer, Kay. So Minot threw down the gauntlet, and examined both the male and female reactions to getting and giving head. Why didn't James Joyce write Molly Bloom's soliloquy from a man's point of view? I don't think men really want to explain themselves." What's going on in his mind? I don't know if we're really getting the story." Then she adds, "Men never write about themselves when they describe sex.

"Him trying to get her to have an orgasm. "But mostly Brodkey's narrator is just thinking about the girl," Minot says over the phone from her home on an island off the coast of Maine. In oral-sex prose circles, "Rapture" is matched only by Harold Brodkey's epic short story "Innocence," wherein a young male protagonist gives an account of his struggles to bring a so-called frigid girl to orgasm using his yap. But it can get in the way when it comes to the subject of her latest book, "Rapture." The 116-page novella documents a 12-minute blow job, in Manhattan, between two on-again/off-again lovers. This is not necessarily a bad thing for an acclaimed novelist and screenwriter ("Evening," 1998 Bertolucci's 1996 film "Stealing Beauty").
