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April 2, 2018
bad pimp". I want to snuggle into its sentences
Ever look out the car window while passing through the Blue Ridge
Mountains and imagine an alternative life? SARAH paints a strange
nightmarish dreamscape far beyond what most could imagine. It has
spontaneity, deep empathy, and characters that you can smell, feel,
pinch – as well as a subject matter that balances between refreshingly
original and disturbingly taboo.
This book has powers, too. It can turn your judgment, a system that's
been curated for an entire life, upside down, transforming "All pimps
are evil" to "good pimp, bad pimp".
I want to snuggle into its sentences. They make the story flow like a
river, smooth at points, tumultuous at others. The prose is simple
where it needs to be, careful not to call attention to itself, but
rather used in the mission of telling a great American tale.
I am floored by some of the 1 star reviews that claim the characters
are one-dimensional. The narrator – aka Cherry Vanilla aka Sarah aka
She-rah aka Saint Sarah aka Sam – evolved before the first page was
even written. Ancillary people are lightly sketched, but the ones
closer in are so real, silky, bristly, damp, odoriferous, creepy.
I re-read SARAH after coming across the documentary "Author: The JT
LeRoy Story". I had read it many years before, and like so many people
was intrigued by this gender-fluid it-lit boy.
When the NY Times story broke that the author was probably a much
older woman, I was exuberant. Not knowing the backstory, I empathized
with…