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4.0 out of 5 stars
Delany's love story isn't like anyone else's., December 3, 1999
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This review is from: Bread & Wine: An Erotic Tale of New York (Paperback)
This is a "graphic novel" put out by Juno Books, which in an earlier incarnation (Re/Search) put out some of the most unusual and interesting large format takes on fringe culture in the last decade. Delany has done a autobiographical account of his romance with a homeless man, but being Delany, he offers quite a bit more than that. The book is as much the artist's, Mia Wolff's, in that her visualization of the relationship establishes much of what the reader/viewer makes of it. Her style is not complex, but it has depth and at times surprising jumps of fantasy. Throughout the book, Delany reminds us his title is taken from a famous poem by Holderlin (a German Romantic who wrote brilliantly and then went mad); by quoting several passages from Holderlin's meditation on the inevitable failure of reconciling the classical past to the present, he gets a postmodern buzz into an otherwise straightforward love story. Anyone bothered by (literally) graphic depictions of sex between men should probably pass on the book, but that should still leave quite a few of us. What finally predominates is a touching depiction of unlikely lovers. Much of what happens would be cliched if the partners were hetero, but the gay version puts a spin on the material. Anyone who really likes Delany should be interested, and anyone concerned with the progressive edge of the graphic novel format will enjoy it. My only quibble is that at times Wolff depicts Delany like a fond Santa Claus, and that seems a bit much considering the material presented.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
The Motion of Love in Winter, July 15, 2007
This review is from: Bread & Wine: An Erotic Tale of New York (Paperback)
Bread and Wine was my first introduction to the writings of Samuel R. Delany, an introduction made under the auspice of the Alan Moore introduction. I knew OF Delany, the result of a lifetime spent in the warm shadows of literature of all stripes, but had never actually picked up one of his works. Within the first page of the story I was introduced to Dennis, Delany's homeless boyfriend and to the German poet Holderlin, whose piece 'Bread and Wine' is quoted throughout the book. Delany himself doesn't make an appearance until the second page, appearing only a few seconds of reading into the book, and yet somehow the six years of Dennis's life on the street can be felt before the appearance of our author.
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I'm a sucker for biographies. Always have been. People are fascinating to me, and no matter how dull and mundane anyone may seem, there is that moment when something that drives them, that empassions their soul suddenly comes out. This book is a window into the attraction that comes about between Delany and Dennis, a collage of the moments, celestial and commonplace, that make up the Mandelbrot Fresco of how two people come together.
Mia Wolff's art and layout convey the conversational and ethereal tone in which much of the story is lain out in. Yet there are moments, where without breaking style or tone, everything suddenly becomes so real and so present. One such moment is when almost an entire page is spent focused on the gestures of Dennis's hand, when he makes one of the first truly intimate commitments that occur in the book. Having read through several more of Delany's memoirs at the time of this writing, I know that men's hands, rough and strong, with bitten nails, are a key icon in the libidinal cosmology of Delany's life, and Wolff plays to this at key points. The visuals in this book feel less like photographs and more like sketches from memory. If Delany were telling this tale to you over the phone, this is how you'd see it in your mind.
Of the things I appreciate in Delany's writing, sexual honesty ranks within the top three. There is an unspoken reluctance in much of literture to get into the nuts and bolts of attraction and arousal. There are those who will look at the relation ship between these two, a homeless man selling books off a blanket and a university professor with a slew of published and acclaimed science fiction novels under his belt, and be confused. This is not a movie of the week story wherein the character of the homeless man would be taken in and rehabilitated, nor is this a Good Will Hunting/ With Honors/ Stand and Deliver story of wherein Dennis would be revealed as a closet genius, thereby validating his relationship with a man from a different intellectual class, and thus validating the sneering elitists in the audience belief that attraction and satisfaction can only come from a percieved equality of societally approved intellect. This is the story of two men's lives coming together in the strange world of real life, and it is not meant to be neat and tidy and organized. It is only meant to be true, and that alone makes it all the more fantastic.
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10 of 15 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
What was the goal here ?, November 1, 1999
This review is from: Bread & Wine: An Erotic Tale of New York (Paperback)
I am rather ambivalent about the graphic format, so perhaps I was destined to feel disappointed in this book. But after reading this incredibly short work -- I am left mostly with a feeling of confusion. Who is this work aimed at, what was it trying to convey ? The blurbs and the introduction talk about the idea that Delany is presenting a radical or even revolutionary idea: love with a dirty, homeless man. Yet the ideas presented are familiar territory to any Delany reader who has read his more provocative works. The truth in Bread and Wine is a tame, cleaned-up version of the harrowing fiction presented in both Hogg and the Mad Man. There is also not much new material introduced for those who have read his autobiography, and any of his autobiographical short stories. We learn almost nothing more of Delany the man, or Delany the writer. Although it has been written in Salon that Delany has become an exhibitionist by sharing so much, he appears to be using exhibitionism in place of true sharing or self-revelation. This work is much closer to the clam-like Heavenly Breakfast than it is to the self-revelation found in Motion of Light and Water. With Delany so closed up, the work suffers from a lack of emotion regarding Delany as a character, and as the other half of the relationship. If Delany is unwilling to share -- why tell such an intimate tale ? If you are new to Delany as a writer, a critic, a gay man, there is very little meat or detail about him presented at all. In fact we learn more about Dennis the homeless lover, than we do about Delany. Most importantly we never learn what keeps Delany with this homeless man. The male objects of desire running through many of Delany's works have been down and out, working class, and decidedly grubby, so Delany's initial interest is understandable. But what common ground can they occupy years later that allows such a relationship to endure ? Perhaps it is love, but that too seemed missing from this book. There seemed to be companionship, and lust -- but little else other than watching Delany rescue a homelss man. Dennis got a home and a life, and Delany got -- what ? It was left to the illustrator in the written comments to mention that they act like they are in love. I felt that whole aspect was missing from the graphic portion of the book. The shortcomings of the graphic portion of the book were so obvious that a written dialog was included where the various characters chime in and try to flesh this work out -- but it falls flat. Why use the graphic format if it didn't work. If a written text was to be added, why not some of the writing that Delany is famous for. The result is that this book seems like something that was put together by committee, during a rainy day at summer camp, or during a pajama party when the popcorn ran out, and the card games paled. In the end it lacks purpose, voice and presence.
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