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"I say vagina because I want people to respond," says playwright Eve Ensler, creator of the hilarious, disturbing soliloquies in
The Vagina Monologues, a book based on her one-woman play. And respond they do--with horror, anger, censure, and sparks of wonder and pleasure. Ensler is on a fervent mission to elevate and celebrate this much mumbled-about body part. She asked hundreds of women of all ages a series of questions about their vaginas (What do you call it? How would you dress it?) that prompt some wondrous answers. Standouts among the euphemisms are tamale, split knish, choochi snorcher, Gladys Siegelman--
Gladys Siegelman?--and, of course, that old standby "down there." "Down there?" asks a composite character springing from several older women. "I haven't been down there since 1953. No, it had nothing to do with [American president] Eisenhower." Two of the most powerful pieces include a jagged poem stitched together from the memories of a Bosnian woman raped by soldiers and an American woman sexually abused as a child who reclaims her vagina as a place of wild joy.
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Outrageous, funny, poignant, and never dull--you'll be amazed at how much this woman has to say about this one topic, but then when was the last time anyone had a chance? This is a complete and utter celebration of being female and of female sexuality, as well as a plea to stop violence against women. So be warned, if you don't want to hear frank language, don't listen. Eve Ensler does a forceful job of delivery that smacks you in the head and rivets your attention. By turns angry, whiny, and seductive, she adds a generous dose of humor with great comic timing. You'll never feel the same way about a woman's body after hearing this. A real eye-opener! D.G. © AudioFile 2002, Portland, Maine--
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