Then, she actually travels to the state of a man she has a phone relationship with who refuses to ever meet her in person, thinking to force a face-to-face. Then again maybe she would have dated a homunculus, if he read Trollope. First, advertising in the NYT Book Review personals (and mentioning Trollope, no less) for a vigorous sex partner? She shuns Regular Guys, a potential goldmine of sex partners. In dating, the rubber meets the road, the plan succeeds or fails when you meet for the first time in person. Logging hours of time with one sex partner leads to a heck of a lot more fun and intimacy than was ever possible in her artificial long-distance relationships. She doesnt even spend enough time with them to know if she likes them. Was her need to find an "intellectual" match simply fear of rejection by said Regular Guys? I ask this because, most disturbing to me as a fifty-year-old newly single dating member of the American female species, she does nothing to prepare herself. And the visuals of her over and over in NYC with static hair, bulky down coat, boots, and sweaty sloppy sweater were too much. Lets face it, Jane, maybe YOU werent what THEY were expecting, either. Or shit-can the boots and down coat, its NYC for Christs sake.
The book advertises itself as being about her sexual escapdes due to her advert, but 70% of the book is about her naiveness (not only in sex but in all domains of life), her family and her teaching. For someone who wanted sexual escapdes she certianly had some pretty boring ones and not much to say about them.
The funny, self-aware, thoughtful, beautifully human voice of Jane Juska was a joyful discovery for me - what a treat she is!
Juska is a funny, sexy lady and in the end, this book is triumphant.
The premise was cute--it's the memoir of a woman who decided that even though she was older (66) she still wanted intimacy, so she puts out a personal ad for someone to talk to and be intimate with.
The cover of Jane Juskas book features a newspaper personal ad that reads: Before I Turn 67next MarchI would like to have a lot of sex with a man I like. This personal ad reveals much about what lies between the covers of A Round-Heeled Woman: My Late-Life Adventures in Sex and Romance: a sexual romp and an exploration of aging and womanhood, imbued with a literary sensibility and a boisterous sense of humor. As the ad that Berkeley-ite Juska places in The New York Review of Books implies, she may have retired from high school teaching, but shes not ready to retire from life. But Juskas writing offers other pleasures, as well: Berkeley and New York lovingly are depicted; and she explores how music and literature enrich her life. She paints complex portraits of her mother (an alternately angry and loving woman), her father (with whom the adult Jane attends strip clubs), and her ex-husband (who, when they are newly married, teaches her to check out football players back-sides to determine their field position, unintentionally providing her with an opportunity to be a sexual spectator, not just the object of a mans gaze). And Juska does not shy away from the terrain of teachers as sexual people, such as when she writes about her enjoyment of a sixteen-year-olds ass. Nevertheless, Juskas book does demonstrate that aging can beget a certain kind freedom: the freedom to speak out about ones desires, to tell ones risky stories. Indeed, other memoirs of women that explore sexuality, aging, and the literary lifesuch as works by May Sarton, Anais Nin, and Virginia Woolfcan be appealing because they help us see how others live life in all its permutations.
I feel this book suffered from trying to be more, and less than the title offered. Her live growing up with her parents, especially her mother, and her teaching writing at the prison. I so hope Juska writes a book just about her and her family. The book does deliver some stories of her dating for sex, before she turns 67.
it all feels real and she writes so well that the humor sneaks up on you. i also found myself feeling protective of her, and wanting to warn her away from some of these callous jerks.