Criticism
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âATTRIBUTED TO A BOOK REVIEW WRITTEN BY ABRAHAM LINCOLN
FIFTY MILLION FRENCHMEN CANâT BE WRONG
As Philip Larkin so indelibly put it,
Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(Which was rather late for me)â
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatlesâ first LP.
But things didnât really get going until 1972, when Dr. Alex Comfort published his groundbreaking and indeed earth-moving Joy of Sex. Since then it has sold in all its various editions eight million copies. If you were born after 1972, you may owe your very existence to Comfort. Now, on the occasion of the bookâs thirtieth anniversary, it has been revised and reissued by Comfortâs son, Nicholas, and lavishlyâlasciviouslyâreillustrated.
A lot has happened sexwise since 1972: Roe v. Wade; the herpes epidemic; AIDS; Attorney General Edwin Meeseâs doomed Commission on Pornography; ubiquitous breast implants; the rise and fall of Penthouse magazine; X-rated videos; triple-X-rated videos; Larry Flynt; the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue industry; Victoriaâs Secret; cyberporn; Boogie Nights; RU-486; Wilt Chamberlainâs 20,000th conquest; Courtney Love and her band, Hole; the Wonderbra; Monica and Bill; Ellen DeGeneres and Anne Heche; Viagra; Maxim; Manolo Blahnik; the Anna Nicole Smith television show. It would appear that more people are having sex than ever before.
Whether âjoyâ has increased apace amid all this furious exertion is debatable, but anyone seeking either initiation or a refresher course on ars amatoria could do worse than to peruse these mauve, titillating pages. There are some delicious giggles to be had along the way. If these are not necessarily intentional, they are no less enjoyable.
The young man featured in the illustrations in the 1972 ur-text has evolved. He is no longer hirsute and missing only a peace symbol, looking as if his day job were playing bongos with the Lovinâ Spoonful. His partner in bliss is a comely raven-haired lady who just canât seem to stop smiling, and little wonder, though sheâs surely going to have a crick in her neck after all this.
In this 2002 edition, the emphasis on hair isâIâll just quote Comfort, whose name remains on this bookâs title page despite his sonâs revisions: âMany women shave their armpit hair, conditioned as they are by the idea that hairlessness is sexy. Opinions are divided on this oneâfashion dictates armpits should be bare, but in my opinion shaving is simply ignorant vandalism.â This aperçu will surely stimulate lively dinner party conversation in the months ahead.
Comfort gets quite passionate on the general subject of the armpit. Under the heading âArmpitâ we find: âClassical site for kisses. Should on no account be shaved (see Cassolette). Can be used instead of the palm to silence your partner at climax.â I know youâre in a hurry to find out about cassolette, but please first note that âif you use your palm, rub it over your own and your partnerâs armpit area first.â At points as these, the text seems to intersect with the script of the movie A Fish Called Wanda, in which Otto, the mad ex-C.I.A. assassin played to hambone perfection by Kevin Kline, takes a deep snort of his own armpits before leaping onto Jamie Lee Curtis.
Cassolette isâwell, itâs right there on page 33 and I think Iâll just let you look it up. The book teems with French words, and why not, French being the lingua franca of love. Until now I had thought cassolette involved rabbit and white beans. Some of the terms are quite recherchĂ©, but I yearn to conjugate them, conjugally. There is, for instance, pattes dâaraignĂ©e, literally âspiderâs legs,â and it does sound like fun. On page 101: âThe round-and-round and cinder-sifting motions of the womanâs hipsâwhat the French call the Lyon mail-coach (la diligence de Lyon)âcome easily with practice if youâve got the right personality.â The word postillionage was also new to this reviewer, and youâre going to have to look that one up for yourselves, too. The section on la petite mortââthe little deathââis an alarming prospect and basis for an entire Woody Allen movie. And the word for one particular position is nĂ©gresse. No comment.
The other foreign terms here serve to validate Frenchâs claim to be the proper vocabulary of love. Take saxonus, a word forânever you mind. German may be the language of philosophy, but it is not the vernacular of the pillow. Shall we do the coitus saxonus, Liebchen?
Were you aware of srpski jeb? That is, we are told, âSerbian intercourseâ or âmock rape.â Not tonight, Slobodan, I have a headache. Or hrvatski jeb? Croatian intercourse, âreputed by local wiseacres to be âexhausting.â â Iâll bet, what with all those NATO jets whooshing by overhead.
The Chinese have, as does their cuisine, delicious names for such positions as Wailing Monkey Clasping a Tree and Wild Geese Flying on Their Backs. Iâll have both, please, and the hot-and-sour soup. But there are English terms here, too, such as Viennese Oyster, defined as âa woman who can cross her feet behind her head, lying on her back, of course.â (Love the âof course.â) And it is nice to hear a few good words on behalf of the old missionary position: âName given by amused Polynesians, who preferred squatting intercourse, to the European matrimonial. Libel on one of the most rewarding sex positions.â
Italian terms pop up here and there, but in the end itâs basically a Larousse Ărotique. Thereâs flanquette, cuissade, croupade, ligottage, poireânot your grandfatherâs pear, eitherâand youâll very definitely want to know the meaning of pompoir, âthe most sought-after feminine sexual response of all.â The nineteenth-century explorer Richard Burton, the Ernest Shackleton of sex, wrote that if a woman can perform this technique, ââher husband will then value her above all women, nor would he exchange her for the most beautiful queen in the Three Worlds.â Or as Cosmopolitan magazine would put it: ONE SEX TRICK THAT WORKS!
There are pages and pages of cautionary notes about AIDS. (Casual sex was sooo â70s.) Some critics have taken Comfort to task for urging complete abstinence in the matter of using an orifice not specifically designed by nature for purposes to which it is sometimes put in, say, English public schools. Also, he notes that spermicide can sometimes increase the chance of transmitting HIV. Thereâs a useful-sounding section on something called âhair-trigger trouble,â otherwise known as premature ejaculation, that income stream of a thousand sex clinics. And gentlemen are enjoined from blowing air into a certain part of madam, since this can be extremely injurious, to say nothing of embarrassing to explain at four a.m. in the emergency room. Meanwhile, Spanish fly can be as poisonous âas mustard gas.â
This is a manual, as it were, and manuals must employ the language of precision. Occasionally, however, you wonder if youâve wandered into a game of Twister refereed by Casanova and the entire AcadĂ©mie Française, with video conferencing by the Marquis de Sade. If you thought the section on âfrontalâ would be fairly straightforward, parse this: âTo unscramble a complicated posture for purposes of classification, turn the partners round mentally and see if they can finish up face-to-face in a matrimonial without crossing legs. If so, itâs frontal. If not, and they finish face-to-face astride one leg, itâs a flanquette; square from behind (croupade); or from behind, astride a leg (cuissade). Itâs as simple as that.â What could be simpler? Honey, what are you doing on the floor?
Dr. Comfort died in 2000, having done more than most for the general pursuit of happiness. He was not a proselytizer, like those tiresome Esalen types who were always urging us to do it in the road. The phrase âfree loveâ is mercifully absent. On the other hand, he didnât see anything wrong with voyeurism or group sex. In fact, he quite enjoyed both, and the evidence suggests that he did enough research for a second Ph.D. But he doesnât make you feel like a dweeb (or dweebette) if your idea of fun doesnât include croupade and flanquette with the entire neighborhood block association. On the whole, the tone is warm, learned, and friendly, as if Marcus Welby, M.D., had disappeared to California for a few months and come back with a great big grin on his face and some nifty new ideas on stress reduction. The occasional refusal to admit ironyâas when he advises wearing a hard hat during motorcycle sexâwill cause guffaws, but that only shows, once again, the impotence of being earnest.
âThe New York Times, January 2003
KISSINGER ON CHINA
Ah, warm and fuzzy China. Torturing and jailing dissidents, hacking into Gmail, cozying up to the worst regimes on earth, refusing to float the renminbi, spewing fluorocarbons into the ozone, building up its navy, and stealing military secretsâall while enabling Americaâs fiscal incontinence by buying all our T-bills. The $1.1 trillion question at the start of whatâs been called âThe Chinese Centuryâ is simple: Friend or enemy? Frenemy?
While Henry Kissinger doesnât quote Mario Puzo, Don Corleoneâs maxim, âKeep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer,â echoes throughout his grand, sweeping tutorial, On China. Kissinger has been the go-to China wise man since his first secret meeting there in 1971. In the intervening decades, heâs made fifty-odd trips back, often carrying critical messages between leaders, defusing crises, or pleading with each side to understand the otherâs position. His perennial ambassadorship-at-large puts readers right in the room with Mao Zedong, Deng Xiaoping, and Hu Jintao.
It also overflows with a lifetime of privileged observations. Hereâs a great one: Why did China invade Vietnam in 1979? To âteach it a lesson,â Kissinger writes, for its border clashes with the Cambodian Khmer Rouge. But when the Soviet Union failed to come to Vietnamâs aid, China concluded it had âtouched the Tigerâs buttocksâ with impunity. âIn retrospect,â Kissinger explains, âMoscowâs relative passivity . . . can be seen as the first symptom of the decline of the Soviet Union. One wonders whether the Sovietsâ decision a year later to intervene in Afghanistan was prompted in part by an attempt to compensate for their ineffectuality in supporting Vietnam against the Chinese.â As such, Kissinger concludes, the 1979 clash âcan be considered a turning point of the Cold War, though it was not fully understood as such at the time.â Of course. Just the proverbial game of dominoesâwith the pieces very widely separated. As for the psychology behind Chinaâs extraordinary death toll in Vietnam, more on that in a minute.
While Kissinger can sometimes appear to be an apologist forâor explainer-away ofâChinese unwarm and unfuzzy behavior, he demonstrates a profound understanding of the impulses behind that behavior. And those impulses, he believes, go back many thousands of years. During a meeting in the 1990s, then President Jiang Zemin wryly remarked to Kissinger that seventy-eight generations had elapsed since Confucius died in 449 B.C. By my count, we in the United States have seen eight generations since the Declaration of Independence. Rather puts things in perspective.
According to Kissinger there are four key elements to understanding the Chinese mind: Confucianism (âa single, universal, generally applicable truth as the standard of individual conduct and social cohesionâ); Sun Tzu (outsmarting: good; direct conflict: bad); an ancient board game called wei qi (which stresses âthe protracted campaignâ); and Chinaâs âcentury of humiliationâ in the 1800s (karmaâs a bitch, ainât it, you Imperialists?). Actually, make that five: Wei Yuanâa nineteenth-century mid-ranking Confucian mandarinâdeveloped the Chinese concept of âbarbarian management,â which was at the core of Maoâs diplomacy with the United States and the Soviet Union. How one wishes Chinaâs Ministry of Foreign Affairs would change its name to Office of Barbarian Management.
No, sorry, make that six: overwhelming fear of internal disorder or chaos. The resulting gestalt is an absolute imperviousness to foreign pressure. Kissinger recounts a chilly moment when, in the wake of the Tiananmen Square massacre, Deng tells him that overreaction by the United States âcould even lead to war.â He meant it. Even more chilling were Maoâs repeated, almost gleeful, musings about the prospect of nuclear war. âIf the imperialists unleash war on us,â Kissinger recalls him saying, âwe may lose more than three hundred million people. So what? War is war. The years will pass, and weâll get to work producing more babies than ever before.â Those grim and quite believable words sound as though they came from the last scene of Dr. Strangelove. But Kissinger reminds us that during the first Taiwan Strait confrontation in 1955, it was the United States that threatened to use nukes.
Several other episodes since have combinedârightly or wrongly, as Kissinger might put itâto turn Chinese popular opinion against America: Tiananmen Square; the accidental 1999 U.S. bombing of the Chinese Embassy in Belgrade; and the Hainan incident in 2001, when a Chinese fighter jet collided with a U.S. reconnaissance plane and precipitated George W. Bushâs first foreign-policy crisis. Then there are more recent, obvious events, such as the collapse of the American and European financial markets in 2007 and 2008, which stripped much of the luster from our image as the global economic leader. That latter year, as the worldâs Olympic athletes gathered in Beijing for a proxy celebration of Chinaâs arrival on the world stage, Washington was busy coping with a distressed Wall Street, two quagmire wars, and three ailing auto companies.
Is Kissinger optimistic about future relations between the United States and China? In a word, yes and no. No, because of a disturbing, emergent âmartial spiritâ that envisions conflict with the United States as an inevitable consequence of Chinaâs riseâmuch as the Kaiserâs naval buildup led to World War I. In this Chinese view, the United States is not so much Maoâs famous âpaper tigerâ but âan old cucumber painted green.â In retrospect, I think I preferred it when we were a paper tiger.
On a more upbeat note, Kissinger explains that despite its unprecedented economic ascendance, China has one or two problems of its own. Its economy has to grow annually by 7 percentâa goal that would leave any Western industrialized nation gaspingâor face the dreaded internal unrest. Corruption, meanwhile, is deeply embedded in the economic culture. âIt is one of historyâs ironies,â he writes, âthat Communism, advertised as bringing a classless society, tended to breed a privileged class of feudal proportions.â Then there is Chinaâs rapidly aging population, which may dwarf our own impending Social Security crisis.
Yet the Chinese may be better equipped, psychologically and philosophically, to withstand the coming shocks than the rest of us. A country tha...