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M en, it's said, like their sex fast and frequently, and don't care if they never know the recipient's face or name. But women want emotions, and lots of stroking: and so we have an age-old problem that even Naomi Wolf and her "goddess" have so far failed to solve. Helen DeWitt, though, has a modest idea.
Why not pay a few women a lot of money to remove their bottom clothes and stick their legs through a hatch in the wall of the disabled toilets, so top earners can discharge themselves without risk of being seen? The men return to their desks five minutes later, refocused and refreshed. It's a wonderful book, dearly loved by everybody who re it: a mother, a son, a search for a father figure, what's not to like about that? The follow-up, however, is just as weird and narrow and Women want sex DeWitt as it sounds — no wonder it has taken a decade to find a publisher.
Though it's also a tightly disciplined and extremely funny satire on office politics, sexual politics, American politics, and the art of positive thinking, culminating with a sad, dry attack on the very basis of constitutional democracy: "Some of those laws were written by people like Joe, and the rest were written by people trying to clean up after people like Joe.
No wonder they left a lot to be desired. The spine of the story deals with Joe, a failed Electrolux salesman and a monster of the can-do attitude. All's not well, though, in the vacuum cleaning trade, and recently Joe has been expending more and more time on his favourite masturbation scenarios, most of which involve fully clothed, unruffled women getting "the old Triple Jeopardy", "the full-service hour Revco from the rear".
One day, he has a Eureka moment while eating his Special K. He buys a good suit, he rents an office in a smart location. And so the Lightning Rods employment agency is born.
A man, Joe calculates, thinks of sex every five seconds: more, if he's the sort of high-testosterone alpha no successful business can do without. Obviously you can't have these people harassing their female colleagues. So what are they supposed to do? The women Joe hires are highly skilled secretaries, to all appearances just like normal temps. Only the Lightning Rods themselves know about the messages that pop up on their computers when one of the company's higher earners finds himself a bit frustrated. Neither provider nor client knows anything about the other, because of the outsourcing and the toilet wall.
Chris in Marketing, for example, is dubious to begin with: "The disability facility lacked a lot of the features you typically looked for in sex — tits, for example. An "issue" comes up when Joe turns down an African American applicant, because her legs are too easy to identify — the applicant threatens him with the Equal Employment Opportunity Act and a compromise is reached.
The fastidious Renee is totally "disgusted" by the LR job description, then gazes at a dog turd and reflects: "At the end of the day you're just talking about pieces of the planet. Readers who only know her first book will be astonished by the range and brilliance of her interests: languages, law, sabermetrics, movies such as Mel Brooks's The Producersapparently the inspiration behind the current book.
But there's something deeper going on as well.
It was set up from scratch by people who managed to overlook minor details like slavery and a whole sex. But what have Joe and people like him been up to in the meantime? And which sort of people do you tend to get more of in positions of power, the Joes or the Renees? Lightning Rods by Helen DeWitt — review.
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