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Summary from the Library of Congress cataloging-in-Publication Data: In search of material for a screenplay they are developing, seventeen-year-old Violet and her new friend Claire try to make life a movie as they chase their dreams through dangerously beautiful Los Angeles.
Excerpts/Notes:
Nearly every other page in this 169-page book covers something: a subtle hint on gays, talk of transvestites, foul language, drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, sex, cutting of the arm with a razor blade, suggestive dancing between two girls, etc. Not all of the controversial content is present in these excerpts.
“But the world was looking for some more action. … A kind of female Pulp Fiction but with more soul (25).”
“I knew it. Dykes (26).”
“I told him to fuck off. He said, ‘Fuck me’.” “He’s an asshole (26).”
“Oh shit (21).”
The girls are watching a movie and talking about putting real fairies in their movie, but “the gentlemen beside us had a different opinion [i.e. suggesting that the guys are gay] (29).”
“When I was thirteen I went through this whole Goth phase. Death rock. Skulls and crossbones. …when I first dyed my hair black…started smoking cigarettes…called myself Vile…cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression…lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out…Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper…wondering what they look like…I wasn’t that gone…it did get pretty bad…things started to blur and stir in my head…thought there were men trying to get in the house or watching me…had headaches and trouble breathing…got sent home for talking to myself…I don’t remember it, though (31-32).”
“…I wanted to die…came right when I had my first period…I started smoking and stopped talking…(33).”
“…we drove to the [R.C.], which was this transvestite bar…that I’d always wanted to check out…red neon cherry was flashing on and off inside a neon cocktail glass…donned my shades and lit a cigarette…our fake i.d.s….would work…girls in the R.C. were tremendous. Emerging from clouds of red smoke…superfreak goddesses with the longest legs…(34-35).”
“E (a transvestite)…banished underground and now emerging to reclaim her birth rite (36).”
“…M, a hugely muscled six foot tall bleach blond African American trans[vestite] slunk over…(37).”
“M grinned at me. [M offers] ‘Would you ladies care for a drink?’ (39).”
“After a few drinks we were dancing like maniacs with E and M…pushing E’s wheelchair around and around a man…E blew him kisses…which he deftly caught… ‘Love interest!’ E shouted… ‘You need a love interest’…(39).”
“…better than the asshole jocks…even generic boys…all have to wear those baggy-ass pantaloons…(43).”
“We need a love interest. E was right (46).”
The girls go to a concert: “A sex, pale-skinned rock god, a post-punk Eros [F.C.]…Kids are moshing wildly to his band…heroines stand near the stage, crushed by moshers, transfixed (46).
He is singing:
“…I found my love interest…I could have almost reached out and licked the sweat from his face…a tantric charge that I had read about but never felt before. It started in my groin and went shooting up my belly…there he was…wearing only torn black jeans, worn thin at the crotch(!)…pouring Jack Daniel’s into a bottle…and guzzling it down (48-49).”
“I paused to light a cigarette…he lit up too…(50).”
She forgets her friend because of “Mr. Hotshit Rockstar”, but then sees her…”Moments later we [she and her friend] were dancing wildly…nothing so good almost as dancing with a great girl…seems so much more natural…if he’s an asshole he’ll ogle your tits…a great girlfriend dancer will look at you…weaving a magic circle…not be afraid of any expression…[the rock star] thought so, too…he watched us the whole time, even when those chicks came to sit on his lap…(52-53).”
She leaves her friend to go with F.C. “[He] poured me a glass [of champagne] and we clinked as the car sped [down the street] (54).”
“Most people are chickenshit…afraid of their own dark natures. But that’s what life is about, man. It’s about darkness as well as light…you are thoroughly fucked…take what you can get. Even if it seems wicked (54).”
“…he had me on the vast golden bed in the hotel room and was unleashing my breasts…the room spun – a merry-go-round of champagne bottles, champagne grapes on silver platters…sheets were stiff starched white…[his] skin was sleek and warm…he was hard against me…felt around for the small crispy packet…[he tells her “It’s not my size]…what did he think he was, extra-large jumbo…use it or get the fuck off me…We both had the same determined pissed-off expression (55-56).”
“…I love it [sex]…I was born a sensuality addict; anything that stimulates my senses pleasurably is enough for me to do heroic deeds to obtain, and sex combined all senses…when it was good…he seemed to know my body so well; probably because he’d been with so many others…whispered my name in my ear…glad he even remembered it after all the drugs…his tongue probed the ridges on the roof…his teeth gently bit at my lips…held my hipbones in his palms…our mouths exchanging silent secrets…we were smoking and eating…(57-58).”
“…might have been another statistic of teenage suicide at thirteen, cutting up my arms with hearts and crosses until blood filled the bathtub and my corpse was left behind…(65).”
The book eventually switches over from Violet’s viewpoint to Claire’s viewpoint:
Claire wonders if Violet is on drugs…and finds her: “…she just handed me her drink…someone pulled her into a room and I followed…she was on the bed, tangled up with these very beautiful cocaine-colored kids, snorting powder off a mirror…ran her tongue over her teeth and lips and smiled…she wiped her nose (121).”