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ERRI
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CHLICHENMEYER
A‘Real’Marriage, After All
The Marriage Act:
The Risk I Took to Keep My Best Friend in America,
and What It Taught Us About Love
by Liza Monroy
Soft Skull Press. 320 pages, $16.95
I
N HER LIFE, Liza Monroy confides in
The Marriage Act
,
there have been three important men: her father, her boyfriend
Julian, and her best friend Emir. She has barely seen her fa-
ther since she was six years old, following her parents’ divorce.
Julian lived in Manhattan, far fromMonroy’s home in L.A., and,
although they were engaged, their relationship was rocky. Emir,
however, lived just three blocks away, and Monroy saw him
whenever she felt she needed him. She needed Emir a lot.
Monroy and Emir met in college, both dreaming of making
screenplays and films. He was in the U.S. on a student visa, a
Muslim boy from a country Monroy called Emirstan. She had
been running from her mother’s influence, and he was gay.
While she was not gay, they had much else in common, became
fast friends, and were soon inseparable. And in the weeks fol-
lowing September 11, 2001, when just being Middle Eastern was
cause for suspicion, Emir’s visa was about to expire.
By that time, Monroy’s engagement had fallen apart in a
messy, devastating way. She was afraid of love, but more terri-
fied of being alone. She asked Emir to marry her, which seemed
like a great solution: Emirstan was murderously intolerant of gay
men, and deportation could be dangerous, even deadly. Even
Emir’s own father was a homophobe. Marrying her gay best
friend would allow Monroy to practice at marriage until she felt
comfortable enough to have a “real” husband, at which time they
could get divorced. Needless to say, Immigration and Natural-
ization Service frowned on marriage for a green card’s sake, to
put it mildly; and, as luck would have it, Monroy’s mother was
an INS agent. Risking deportation for Emir and a heavy fine for
both, they asked themselves: what exactly makes a marriage? If
the key ingredient is love, then Monroy and Emir had that. If it’s
needing one another, they had that, too. Did marriage
have
to be
about having sex and raising children?
With all the angst of a Woody Allen movie and a weak abil-
ity to keep mum about life-and-death secrets, Monroy describes
the stress, misgivings, and melodramatic scenes, and finally how
she almost sabotaged her own gutsy plan to keep her gay best
friend in the U.S. It all sounds pretty madcap—and it would be,
if the author weren’t so nervously repetitive and fussy. Monroy
fashion. He very quickly meets two older women, Vera and
Elsa, who are eccentric, new-age Bohemians at heart. At a party
at their bungalow, Vera and Elsa introduce Frame to a youth
named Chase who has pale skin studded with an array of tat-
toos, dark hair, sculpted muscles, and the surprisingly high-
pitched voice “of a boy emanating from the body of a man.”
The older Frame feels an almost immediate and overpowering
lust/love for the much younger Chase. And it is that feeling that
he chooses to act on despite his better judgment.
Chase is a product of the new millennium: a former un-
derwear model who, lacking a real job, has created his own
soft-core pornographic website, Chase.com, which is marketed
with the cheesy—and not quite true—slogan: “
I Want To Share
My Whole Life With You
.” Apparently, Chase.com appeals to
a cadre of anonymous viewers willing to pay money to see
Chase in a variety of erotic poses and situations. And there’s
no small irony in the fact that Chase refers to his legions of
fans as the “chasers.” As intrigued by and attracted to Chase as
he is, it does not take much cajoling on the seductive Chase’s
part to get Frame, or “Jimmy,” as the youth calls him, to film
Chase as he showers and then masturbates using Frame’s ritzy
room at the Hotel des Bains as a backdrop for Chase’s “art” (as
he refers to it).
At Chase’s instigation, Frame also allows himself to be tat-
tooed with an enormous letter “V”—for “vincible” (as opposed
to an “I” for “invincible”)—on his leg. Meanwhile, encouraged
by Vera and Elsa, he purchases a whole new wardrobe of outra-
geously expensive clothes, then undergoes liposuction in order
to remove his paunch, and has both Botox and Masculane in-
jected into his face to reduce the “stage-four crow’s-feet” around
his eyes. These are clearly the actions of someone who is unable
to think entirely rationally because of his obsession with a beau-
tiful youth. Frame’s devolution climaxes in a seedy porn studio
in Hollywood where he is filmed while fellating Chase for all the
world—including the “chasers”—to see. This is the most physi-
cal intimacy that Frame will ever share with Chase.
With a title like
Death in Venice, California
, a happy ending
is not, of course, in the cards. Frame’s fixation on Chase is such
that he fails to take care of his own physical needs, notably the
wounds incurred by the tattoos and the plastic surgery, which
have left him losing blood, with the predictable result. The novel
works due to McCabe’s skillful handling of his central charac-
ter. Although the story is told from Frame’s perspective, the tone
is matter-of-fact to the point of being clinical, allowing the
reader to keep his distance from the narrator. Readers can sit
back dispassionately and watch what happens to Frame, secure
in the knowledge that they would never be so foolish as to sac-
rifice everything for a pretty face.
Death in Venice, California
is McCabe’s homage to Thomas
Mann’s 1912 novella. Like Gustav von Aschenbach, Frame is
an aging writer who finds himself facing a crisis of the spirit, so
he goes on a sojourn to a warmer, somewhat exotic climate, falls
under the spell of a beautiful but unobtainable youth, and at-
tempts to camouflage his age with the available tools. Both
Frame and Aschenbach are fools in search of new experience—
tragic clowns who make the mistake of losing themselves in
profane love while ostensibly on a quest for art and beauty. In
addition to tracing the consequences of Frame’s foolish choices,
McCabe also considers the fate of Chase, a young man whose
chances in life have been limited by no fault of his own, a beau-
tiful youth who catches a break but who’s destined to be tossed
aside by the next hot young thing to come along.
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Anthony Guy Patricia is a doctoral candidate in English literature at
the University of Nevada, Las Vegas.
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