Takabisha
Fuji-Q Highland Park, Fujiyoshida, Yamanashi

‘A Japanese theme park has unveiled the world’s steepest roller coaster, with a 121 degree incline and speeds of 100 kilometres per hour. The ride, which cost a whopping $40 million to build, is found at the Fuji-Q Highland Amusement Park in Yamanash, and has been named ‘Takabisha’ – which means ‘dominant’ in English. Takabisha, which has Mt Fuji as a backdrop, is packed with jaw-dropping features including seven twists, blackened tunnels and a 43 metre high peak. But the most impressive thing about Takabisha is the freefall at 121 degrees, which is so steep it’s Guinness Book of Records-worthy.

‘Relying on a combination of gravity and a set of linear motors attached to the cars, you’ll be strapped in and flung down the incline at 100 km/h, experiencing a feeling of weightlessness as you go. The roller coaster has seven major twists and turns along 1,000 feet of track. The average roller coaster that has a turning sharpness angle of 45 degrees. This roller coaster has a tilting level with an almost 90-degree angle. The current Guinness World Record-holding roller coaster is the UK’s Mumbo Jumbo ride at Flamingoland in Yorkshire. This ride has held the title of “The World’s Steepest Roller Coaster” since July 2009, but with an incline of just 112 degrees, Takabisha will be an essential 9 degrees steeper.’ — The Malaysian Insider

 

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Hollywood Dream – The Ride
Universal Studios, Osaka

‘Each of Hollywood Dream’s 5 trains carry 36 riders in nine cars, each having a row of four seats. All trains have an on-board audio and lighting system, with each seat having a headrest stereo sound system capable of playing one of five songs selected by the rider with a control panel inserted into the seat’s restraining lap bar. The on-board audio and lighting system animates LED lights that are built into the trains’ sides and front riderless pilot coach. The lighting program varies as the train moves, with different animations for different track sections and the station. The lighting pattern used for the park entrance track section gives the effect of a Comet with a sparkling head and glittering trail of light.’ — JTA

 

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Slope Shooter
Nagoya Higashiyama Zoo

‘The very unusual Slope Shooter is a trough coaster with logflume-like cars that run on wheels on a concrete surface. It looks much like a sidefriction coaster *, but without any supports, for it is located on the side of a hill. It’s like a cross between a coaster and a log flume without any water. The Slope Shooter looks like it was made in someody’s back yard. It has goofy cars with big rubber wheels running down concrete and asphault chutes. The entire layout is like the hairpin section of a mouse. There’s a really quick and fun surprise jerking as the lift chain engages.’ — European Coaster Club

* A side friction roller coaster is an early roller coaster design that does not have an extra set of wheels under the track to prevent cars from becoming airborne. Before the invention of up-stop wheels, coaster cars were built to run in a trough, with wheels under the car and side plates to help keep the cars on the track. Because the cars were not firmly anchored and could derail if they took a corner too fast, the largest side friction coasters required a brakeman to ride on the train and slow it down when necessary. The invention of up-stop wheels in the 1920s allowed much more scope for height and speed in coaster designs, leaving side friction coasters to quickly fall out of favor. Only two have been built since World War II, and none since 1951. Today, there are only nine left in the world.

 

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Zaturn
Space World, Kitakyūshū

‘Zaturn opened approximately 1½ months after Stealth at Thorpe Park, and was almost identical to Stealth. However, Zaturn took 2.3 seconds to launch, whereas Stealth takes only 1.9 seconds. In addition, Zaturn’s average top speed was 0.3 mph (0.48 km/h) faster than Stealth’s, while being 0.9 feet (0.28 meters) shorter. Also, the ride’s maximum G-Force was 0.5G higher than Stealth, at a total of 5G. On December 16, 2016, Zaturn was announced as closing alongside the rest of Space World in December 2017. It closed on the 31st and was dismantled in early 2018.’ — roller coaster fandom

 

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Skycycle
Washuzan Highland Park, Okayama

‘The Japanese are known for their wacky inventions, so it’s no surprise that they have come up with the ultimate green rollercoaster. It’s called the Skycycle, and it’s a pedal-powered rollercoaster that allows people to “shoot for the sky” as they ride side-by-side in bike-themed carts. The Skycycle is one of the most thrilling amusement park rides at Washuzan Highland Park in Okayama, Japan.

‘So, how does this whole pedal-powered thing work? It’s actually quite simple. Visitors strap themselves in with seatbelts, they put their valuables in the cute pink basket that’s in front of the cart and then they start pedaling. Those brave enough peddle their way through this towering bike trail which, aside from lights used to illuminate the path at night, uses zero electricity. Even though the Skycycle isn’t as white-knuckled a ride as the others in the park, many visitors have expressed a deep fear of a particular stretch on the course that they call, “The turn of fear.”‘ — bordom.net

 

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Hakugei
Nagashima Spa Land

‘On January 28, 2018, Nagashima Spa Land’s gigantic wooden coaster, White Cyclone, gave its final rides. Built in 1994, White Cyclone was one of only a handful of wooden coasters in Japan, but also the nation’s largest at 139 feet in height and more than a mile in length. In that quarter century, maintenance demands and lower ridership were a couple factors in closing the ride (but not the only ones). Enter Hakugei. The transformation of the former wooden coaster into a Rocky Mountain Construction IBox track creation is Japan’s first venture into the latest trend. The height of the coaster has grown to 180 feet, but the length has been shortened slightly to just over 5,000 feet — still a substantial length. Top speed hits 66 mph. Now named Hakugei, the name change translates to White Whale. “I have to comment on the structure. The massive wall of white wood with the blue track, it looks great. The track just pops,” says Jake Kilcup, COO, Rocky Mountain Construction.’ — Amusement Today

 

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Fujiyama
Fuji-Q Highland Park, Fujiyoshida, Yamanashi

‘Fujiyama inadvertently attracted attention in 2000 after an article was published in the journal Neurology. The article discussed the possible relationship between riding roller coasters and the occurrence of subdural hematomas. The primary case study cited by the authors was a woman who had reported severe headaches after riding the Fujiyama roller coaster. Upon investigation, it was discovered that this woman did in fact have a subdural hematoma. Subsequent research, however, has maintained that this risk remains low and is not unique to this particular coaster.

‘When Fujiyama opened in 1996 it was the world’s tallest roller coaster at 259 feet (79 m), and had the largest drop in the world at 230 feet (70 m). Fujiyama was also the world’s fastest roller coaster for a year of its operation. As with many Japanese roller coasters, Fujiyama has a maximum rider age (54 years old) and a separate entrance fee (1,000 yen). It incorporates many of the elements that are typical of this coaster design, including a large first drop, “headchopper” elements and a series of small “bunny hills” near the end of the coaster’s course.’ — Theme Park Review

 

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Fire Bandit
Yomiuri Land, Tokyo

‘Fire Bandit is a steel roller coaster located at Yomiuriland in the city of Inagi, near Tokyo Japan. Built in 1988 by the TOGO company, it was the world’s tallest and fastest roller coaster before the opening of Great American Scream Machine at Six Flags Great Adventure one year later. The first drop is 256 feet in length and reaches speeds up to 68 mph. There is a sign saying that you can now see Tokyo’s Sky Tree from it on a clear day. Spot the Sky Tree and you are supposed to have good luck. In its summer incarnation as “Splash Bandit,” riders are shot with Super Soakers at the start and fire hoses at strategic parts of the track.’ — crystaltjapan

 

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Vanish
Cosmoland, Yokohama

‘A unique, visually impressive coaster with some fairly big drops and an intense helix. The name of the coaster refers to the fact that this coaster “dives” and “vanishes” into an underwater tunnel, accompanied by a large spray of water. The track measures 2,440-feet in length and each ride lasts for approximately 1-minute 58-seconds. Vanish is the first dash-into-water type jet coaster in the world. The moment cars dash into the pool of water, they make a tremendous splash and disappear for an instant. It is a full-scale jet coaster that is presented in a sensational way unknown until now.’ — Coaster Force

 

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Acrobat
Nagashima Spa Land

‘The attraction which is called Acrobat. The train that takes them on a 1021m-long roller coaster ride , reaching top speeds of 90km/h. Acrobat restrains riders in the prone position.’ — Nagashima Resort

 

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Eejanaika
Fuji-Q Highlands

‘Eejanaika is a steel 4th Dimension roller coaster at Fuji-Q Highland in Fujiyoshida, Yamanashi, Japan. Eejanaika, designed by S&S; Arrow, is a “4th Dimension” coaster, a design in which the seats can rotate forward or backward 360 degrees in a controlled spin. This is achieved by having four rails on the track: two of these are running rails while the other two are for spin control. The two rails that control the spin of the seats move up and down relative to the track and spin the seats using a rack and pinion gear mechanism.

‘According to the Guinness Book of World Records, Eejanaika is the roller coaster with the most inversions in the world. Throughout the ride, the riders go through 14 inversions. However, most of these inversions are accomplished by spinning the seats rather than actually inverting the track. This has led to some controversy in the roller coaster enthusiast community concerning the legitimacy of Eejanaika’s claim. The Roller Coaster DataBase does not acknowledge these seat inversions for the purpose of record-holding.’ — rcdb.com

 

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Thunder Dolphin
Tokyo Dome City Attractions

‘Thunder Dolphin is a steel roller coaster at the Tokyo Dome City Attractions amusement park, which is part of Tokyo Dome City in Tokyo, Japan. The ride was designed and constructed by Intamin. At 262 feet (80 m) tall, Thunder Dolphin is currently the 6th tallest continuous circuit roller coaster in the world, behind Kingda Ka, Top Thrill Dragster, Steel Dragon 2000, Millennium Force, and Intimidator 305. Thunder Dolphin’s 3,500 feet (1,100 m) long course passes through both a hole in the LaQua building, and through the Big-O, the world’s first centerless Ferris wheel. Thunder Dolphin’s maximum speed is 130 kilometres per hour (81 mph).’ — coaster-net

 

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Jupiter
Kijima Amusement Park

‘Although Japan has had numerous notable roller coasters—including coasters that have held the record of world’s longest, world’s fastest, and world’s tallest roller coaster—it has had relatively few wooden roller coasters. This resulted from Japanese earthquake engineering regulations that restricted the construction of tall wooden structures. Jupiter was built by Intamin AG out of Norway spruce lumber and it cost a total of 2.5 billion yen to construct. The coaster was also the last to be designed by noted roller coaster designer Curtis D. Summers before his death in 1992 and it was one of only two coasters that he produced with Intamin. The roller coaster Jupiter is also notable for briefly appearing in the 1994 science fiction kaiju movie, Godzilla vs. SpaceGodzilla.’ — coasterpedia

 

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Dodonpa
Fuji-Q Highland Park, Fujiyoshida, Yamanashi

‘Dodonpa is an S&S; launched roller coaster located at Fuji-Q Highland in Fujiyoshida, Yamanashi, Japan. It opened in 2001 and currently has the highest launch acceleration of any coaster in the world at 2.7G. The name “Dodonpa” comes from the notes used by taiko drummers. In the queue line, you can hear these notes. At launch you hear a voice in Japanese running through a checklist and counting down before the launch. The dialogue occasionally changes, and, to surprise the riders, there is often a “false” countdown and “failed” launch followed by an “accidental” launch. The four trains are painted with different faces; a “father”, “mother”, “brother”, and “sister”.’ — rollercoaster.wikia.com

 

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Steel Dragon 2000
Nagashima Spa Land, Mie Prefecture, Japan

‘Built by Morgan Manufacturing, this gigacoaster opened, appropriately, in 2000—”The Year of the Dragon” in Asia. It debuted only months after Millennium Force at Cedar Point, and surpassed that as the world’s tallest complete-circuit coaster. It lost these records in height in 2003 when Top Thrill Dragster opened at Cedar Point. It also took the record for the longest track length—8,133 feet 2 inches (2,478.99 m)—which it currently holds.

‘On October 19, 2003, one of the trains lost a wheel, resulting in a guest in the water park suffering a broken hip. The ride was “Standing But Not Operating” (SBNO) until sturdier wheels were installed and the ride reopened in 2006. The building of Steel Dragon 2000 required far more steel than other coasters for earthquake protection. This put the cost of the coaster at over $50 million. Unfortunately, the multi-million dollar price increase to manufacture the ride, due to the large amount of steel required to build the ride effectively put Morgan out of business.’ — Coaster Kingdom

 

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Bandit
Yomiuri Land, Tokyo

‘Once the fastest roller coaster in the world, Bandit does not disappoint roller coaster fans. Bandit is special as it was built to follow the contours of the forest-y Yomiuriland, which means that rides will pass through hundreds of treetops during the ride. Try to visit during Hanami, when you’ll be riding through the cherry blossom.’ — tripzilla

 

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Venus GP
Space World, Fukuoka Prefecture

‘Circling an enormous model space shuttle, the Venus GP roller coaster makes it onto our list purely because of how surprisingly intense it is, and of course because it features both a vertical loop and one of the most twisting, helix-packed tracks in Japan. And as you can see from the video, it certainly doesn’t dawdle either!’ — sora news

 

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Ultra Twister
Nagashima Spa Land

‘The car goes slowly through the station, loads riders, and then flips the car straight up, into the lift hill, which is partially very slow, but soon speeds up as the car is almost at the top. As the drop, into an airtime hill, and then up into a heartline roll, a very small hill, and then a brake run, going down into two heartline rolls, and then a magnetic trim brake run allows a car to go slowly back into the station.’ — WizLand

 

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Gao
Mitsui Greenland

‘Gao is a massive dinosaur-themed roller coaster from Meisho Amusement Machines that has operated since 1998 at Mitsui Greenland Theme Park (now just called Greenland) in Japan. This mammoth coaster is 5457ft long and reaches speeds of up to 61mph.’ — davidjellis

 

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Looping Star
Nagashima Spa Land

‘Leave it to Nagashima Spa Land to sport a priceless Schwarzkopf Looping Star and somehow distract us with even shinier toys first. Nevertheless, Looping Star was an obvious highlight of the day. It was my first ride on the beloved production model, Sean’s 2nd (after his childhood Thunder Loop at Slagharen). Of the 6 remaining Looping Stars (8 manufactured), Nagashima Spa Land boasts the only model still occupying its original location. Thrity-six years in the same location would yield a larger volume of mature vegetation were it not for a steady stream of typhoons splintering most trees of size.’ — The Coaster Kings

 

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Pyrenees
Parque Espana, Shima, Mie

‘The train departs the station and immediately climbs the 147 feet (45 m) lift hill. Once the train has crested the top of the lift hill, it banks to the right and drops at 62.1 miles per hour (99.9 km/h) into a vertical loop. Exiting the vertical loop, the train then soars through a zero-g roll, and then another vertical loop. Coming out of the second vertical loop, the train makes a highly banked speed turn to the left and travels up into a cobra roll. Leaving the cobra roll, the train travels onwards into a right hand helix which goes through the center of the second vertical loop. Pulling out of the helix, the train enters the mid-course brake run (which does not slow it down). Flying off the mid-course brake run, the train drops down into a corkscrew which leads into a wide left hand banked curve. Speeding through and out of the curve, the train then soars over an airtime hill, and into a sharp upwards helix the left and onto the final brake run.’ — Alchetron

 

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Titan V
Space World, Fukuoka

‘Thirteen visitors were injured Monday when the roller coaster they were riding at an amusement park in Kitakyushu, Fukuoka Prefecture, stopped abruptly, local police said. The six-car Titan V roller coaster at the Space World amusement park stopped at around 1:40 p.m. as a safety system activated after a joint between the third and fourth cars came off, investigators said. The injuries suffered by the visitors, who are mostly complaining of back pain or sickness, are not believed to be serious, they said. [The ride closed on December 31, 2017 alongside the rest of Space World.]’ — The Japan Times

 

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Moonsault Scramble
Highland Park, Japan

‘The defunct Moonsault Scramble Roller Coaster that used to reside at Fuji-Q Highland park. was a world record coaster as the highest in the world and also the highest G force which led to its demise. Moonsault Scramble was known for producing extremely high g-forces on its riders. As of 1998, it was cited by some to exert up to 6.5 gs on its riders. It was one of only three roller coasters to exert such extreme forces on its riders. The pretzel knot element (compromising two inversions) that produced these high g-forces was the only such pretzel knot inversion ever implemented in a roller coaster until the opening of Banshee at Kings Island in 2014.’ — tripatlas

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** kier, K-k-k-k-ier!!!! I’m good enough. My toe still hurts, but less. Stubborn thingy. Our planned and very longed for trip to Phantasialand got killed because Germany just instituted a two week quarantine for Parisians. I think we might just hit Disneyland again out of desperation. Cool, cool, about restarted school and your settled and perfect sounding home. That all sounds so great. Yeah, I remember Erik. You saw ‘Lancelot du lac’! Godhead. Paris misses you too. And it’s still a very lovely place to be albeit with fingers severely crossed that they don’t up the restrictions. Right now it sounds like your situation. But with required constant masking. Not sure if you have that. But I (and Zac too) want you here as soon as it is safe and feasible for you. Oh, I’ll keep my eyes out for that Guyotat. Might not be easy to find, but, yes, I’ll check for it everywhere I go where English books are even remotely on sale. Dude, so very excellent to see you and to hear/read you sounding so fantastic! Tons of love from me, and from Mr. Farley too! ** David Ehrenstein, Yes, I chatted with an LA friend who sounded positively thrilled that it was only in the upper 90s yesterday, yikes. ** Jeff J, Hi, Jeff. Yes, indeed. I so agree that it’s sad and self-defeating for FSG to have cut loose Eugene Lim. Their publishing of ‘Dear Cyborgs’ is why I started paying close attention to what they were issuing in the first place. But I guess he has a new home. I forget which home, but I remember thinking it was a good one. Yeah, I’ll try to do a Jonas post. That’s the best way (for me) to fully investigate someone’s work and be productive at the same time. Yes, I did a Jon Jost Day. Here it is. Do you not know his films? I especially recommend ‘Last Chants for a Slow Dance’ and ‘Sure Fire’, both incredible. His films from the 70s to early 80s are especially good, I think. I haven’t seen much, film wise, other than some films I watched while making upcoming posts: William Greaves’ ‘Symbiopsychotaxiplasm’, a very strange early Nikos Koundouros film ‘Vortex’, rewatched Penelope Spheeris’ ‘Suburbia’. The new Charlie Kaufman is at the top of my to-see list. And I’ll find ‘She Dies Tomorrow’. Sudden work yesterday kept me from your new EP, but I should be in the clear by later today. ** Danielle, Well, hello, Danielle! You are a legend to me. And now you are both a blog star and contributor. How cool. Thank you for gracing here. I will admit shyness or something kept me from linking to Maryse’s amazing, honouring piece on my shit. Wait, that was really the original cover? Wow. I guess it scared FSG shitless, as it should have, but at such a cost. Ha ha, thank you kindly about the blog, and I’m kind of thrilled to know that you’re out there looking at it, I must say. No, really, she punched you? She is demonic. I mean I already knew she was, but now I really know it. Hey, come back any old time that suits you, okay? Sanitised hugs from me! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, B. Current day Paris sounds like current day Leeds but without your thunderstorms unfortunately. ** Steve Erickson, Everyone I know  in LA seems to be surviving so far. The only lucky thing about the heat out there is that usually is dry desert-like heat. Unfortunately that same dry heat drives the fires crazy. I’ll check the new Marie Davidson/L’Oeil nu. I didn’t know about it. And, no, I haven’t seen that doc. Sounds strangely compelling. ** Bill, High 60s, now you’re talking. We’re still in the mid-low-70s. No complaints. Huh, I was just thinking the other day that I want to do a Piotr Szulkin Day. I’ll take your mention as a sign from above and do that. I think I’ve only seen ‘Golem’ and ‘O-Bi, O-Ba’, both of which I liked a lot. I’ll try to watch ‘Ga-ga’, probably while I’m making the post. Yeah, I think Eugene’s new book comes out early next year? I’m very excited for it too. ** Okay. Today I am indulging my profound love for amusement parks after a long dry spell occasioned by COVID’s having shut them down and delayed their upcoming attractions. So here’s a post featuring (almost?) every exciting roller coaster in Japan. You can enjoy them cold. You can bookmark the page for your next trip to Japan. Or if you’re there you can use the post as a guide map to thrills and chills galore. Dig. See you tomorrow.

 

How to Fuck Your Neighbor

‘Last year, Fred Rogers enjoyed a moment. The debut of the documentary Won’t You Be My Neighbor? was preceded by an unusually stirring trailer that went viral on YouTube, spawning dozens of “reaction” videos in which people — mostly men — watched and wept, while we watched and wept. The film has garnered rave reviews, and the publicity surrounding the 50th anniversary of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood has led those of us who grew up with the Land of Make-Believe to indulge in some serious nostalgia. I myself saw the film twice, surrounded by hundreds of Rogers fans, singing and weeping together in a communal orgy of adoration, all the while wondering: What is this about? Why this man, and why now?

‘For me — and, I suspect, for many others — my crush on Rogers has something to do with seeing a man play, and make-believe, and talk openly about his feelings; it’s about what it means to see a man not acting like “a man” at all. And the excitement of that — political, ethical, and, yes, sexual. What would it be like, I wonder as I watch Rogers, to fuck a man who rejects masculinity? How does Rogers, embodying this alternative, make us think about sex, about who it is safe to do it with, and how, and why, and who we become when we fuck, and what hurts when we do, and what might feel good, and what never did, and why our sex is so often marked by violence, physical or mental or emotional. The Rogers phenomenon is about what masculinity might look like if one rejects its patriarchal construction; it’s about the fear of — and intense desire for — a radical alternative.

‘But before we think about what it means to be a man, let’s remember what it meant to be a young person. If you can remember being a child, you can remember, on some level, what it’s like to be a woman, if you aren’t one already. Children are children first and foremost; they aren’t girls first, or boys first, but not-adult — meaning: not yet fully human. The same is true for women under patriarchy; we are first seen, politically, as women, not as humans. “Men” and “man” are the generic, supposedly all-inclusive terms for the human race, our (now increasingly challenged) shorthand for person. Still, let’s think about who else is excluded from these universal terms: children. There are no children in Mankind or even Peopledom, only grown-ups. And you knew this when you were young; you felt, deep down, that you were excluded from the institutions of power that had absolute dominion — economically, politically, legally — over your body, your desires, your being. And you hated it.

‘Rogers remembered what it was like to be a child; he built a television empire out of this knowing. What he offered his viewers was a glimpse of a world in which they, as children, were first-class citizens of a neighborhood that sought to dignify childhood and its experiences by speaking not only to but with children. When Rogers called you “my neighbor,” and then called Mr. McFeely “our neighbor,” he did not make a distinction between you in terms of age. In fact, he made no distinction at all, except occasionally to say that you were on the other side of the TV screen and everyone else was not. But there was no power difference between you as a neighbor and all the other neighbors in the Rogers world. His guests were often young people, unaccompanied by their parents, given no lines to read, no set scenes to enact. And those young guests were treated in the same way Rogers treated his older ones: as interesting, capable, lovable folks. By refusing to act like a man — or, most of the time, like an adult — Rogers was speaking to the oft-unuttered desire of both men and women for an alternative to patriarchal masculinity. He embodied a radical way of being in relation to children — and, by extension, to women.

‘Andrea Dworkin, second-wave feminist anti-icon, writer, and literary critic, might be on the cusp of enjoying a moment of her own, having recently been the subject of a New York Times op-ed and a new edition of selected works, Last Days at Hot Slit. If Rogers performed a radical masculinity, Dworkin claimed a radical femininity, refusing to perform her gender in order to satisfy the patriarchal palate; she was loud, fat, indifferently dressed, un-made-up. She didn’t ask for permission to speak; she simply spoke, when and about what and to whom she wished. She demanded. She insisted. She refused to be “a woman” while insisting on framing her experience, sexual and otherwise, as being shaped most fundamentally by the female-ness of her body, by the hatred and violence directed at that body from deep within patriarchal culture. For Dworkin, women’s (and, ultimately, men’s) survival depended on the acknowledgment of this hatred and the consequent rejection of patriarchy.

‘There are no half-measures for Dworkin; either dismantle, entirely and completely, the conditions under which it is possible to imagine male supremacy, she urged, or die. And I think we may be in a sexual-political moment where more of us, men and women, are realizing that mere resistance to patriarchy isn’t enough. We’re hungry for a reassessment of figures like Rogers and Dworkin, who called out destructive constructions of gender by embodying an alternative. They asked, directly or indirectly, these questions: How were you hurt? How have you hurt yourself? How have you hurt others? Can you stop? Do you want to stop?

‘Rogers wanted children to feel that they were cherished, respected, precious to someone. He wanted you to feel that way. If only we could all remember this, as we type and read and “talk” through our screens — that there is always someone on the receiving end of our actions, and that that person wants to be seen, heard, respected, and cherished. Rogers made that clear to us every time he walked through his front door. He knew you were scared shitless on a fairly regular basis; he spoke directly to that fear, but also to the power he knew was inside you to confront that fear, to express it, to let it go. He knew you could grow with it inside you and still be okay. That you would be okay. That anger and rage and sadness and failure and desire are, as he put it, “mentionable and manageable.”

‘To all of us who feel trapped inside ways of being and thinking that degrade and constrain us, I would love to say: you will be okay. But I don’t know that you will be, that we will be. But I do believe that, as Dworkin and Rogers showed us, simply mentioning our pain is a first step toward liberation. Saying aloud that you are afraid. That you will never have good sex. That you will never be a real man. That you will never be a real woman. That you don’t know what you are or how to be or where you belong. That you are bad. That you are, and always will be, alone … ‘ — Maryse Meijer

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Further

Maryse Meijer Site
“MOST OF MY WORK UNSETTLES ME”
Maryse Meijer’s Rag by Daniel Felsenthal
Maryse Meijer Thinks You Should Track Down These Books by Women
INTERVIEW: MARYSE MEIJER
Maryse Meijer Just Keeps Creeping Us Out
CONVERSATIONS WITH CONTRIBUTORS: MARYSE MEIJER
Fiction Book Review: The Seventh Mansion by Maryse Meijer @ PW
DISTURBING POETRY
A Smile So Wide It Swallows
‘Fugue’, by Maryse Meijer
On Rag by Maryse Meijer
Rag, by Maryse Meijer @ The Believer
‘Evidence’, by Maryse Meijer
Maryse Meijer Sketches the Figure of Cruelty
‘ALICE’, BY MARYSE MEIJER
Fractured Fairy Tale
REFUSING TO FLINCH
Maryse Meijer on the Frivolity and Necessity of Clothing and Books
Buy ‘The Seventh Mansion’

 

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Extras

Book Chat: “Northwood” by Maryse Meijer

This record will be a song by song response to a book of short stories written by Maryse Meijer called HEARTBREAKER

Maryse Meijer – short stories and article

 

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Twinterview
from Electric Eel

 

When giving interviews leading up to publication of Heartbreaker, my debut collection of stories, I found myself answering the same handful of questions over and over again, leaving a trail of cookie-cutter sound bites to clutter up the interwebs. At a certain point, you might as well get a robot to do the job for you. So for this piece I decided to ask my twin sister, Danielle Meijer—an adjunct professor in the philosophy department at DePaul University, social justice advocate, dancer, and muse—the questions most writers dread. The result? A fascinating conversation full of inside jokes and egregious mutual admiration. Welcome to The Twinterview.

Maryse: When did you first realize I was a writer?

Danielle: I always knew you were going to be a writer, but I knew you were going to be a good writer around middle school, maybe? I remember how every time I read something of yours I had this excited feeling like, wow, this was written by my twin. I know there were things before that, in grade school, but I can’t recall specific stories.

M: I think up until the sixth grade it I was just doing stuff about cats and Star Trek characters. Then something happened—maybe reading Anne Rice and Kathe Koja—and things got a little more interesting.

D: There was a vampire story you wrote that was such a weird twist on the traditional concept, that demonstrated this insightful approach to themes of desire and loss and memory, something your average young person would not be writing or thinking about—or your average anybody, for that matter. It was just like, where the hell is this coming from? And your power of description was present at the start, too. I think that has always been the most striking aspect of your writing for me. I still don’t even know how you come up with those images—do you walk around and visually interpret the world that way or does it just happen when you sit down and write and you’re trying to think of how to describe something?

M: You mean how do I come up with metaphors and similies? That’s such a non-writer question to ask.

D: I’m not a writer!

M: It’s more the latter—when I’m working I’m trying, you know, to describe things. It’s not like there’s a rainstorm and suddenly I turn into Nabokov and think “oh, now the rain is crepitating on the leaves . . . ”

D: I have tried to write and have tried to describe a scene, and I literally cannot do it. It is a mysterious kind of skill. I get chills reading your work. We share almost 100% of our genes and so I should know more about how you are so good at writing and where it’s coming from, but I don’t.

M: Except you kind of do, because you are my muse, my editor—you’re the co-creator. You know exactly how it works!

D: I don’t actually think I am a muse. I don’t even think I contribute that much to your writing.

M: That’s so dumb, though. Because while I’m the one who might be doing the actual writing, you’re the one who is—and has always been—entering into the fantasy world with me, coming up with great storylines, characters, ideas…not to mention all the editing you do on every draft of everything I write.

D: We should probably discuss our paracosm here because I think that’s where the muse thing is coming from—two of the stories in the book are based on or inspired by our paracosm (which is a fancy term for fantasy world—The Brontes had one, for example). We’ve had paracosms off and on our whole lives, and what makes it special is that we’re in them together.

M: It’s a collaboration. And it plays out more in real time.

D: It feels more worthwhile and interesting than just sitting around day-dreaming. You never know what element the other person is going to introduce, or how they’ll use what you’ve created and turn it around. It’s like actual work of some kind is being done.

M: It’s totally work! We’ve probably created hundreds of storylines and thousands of characters over time. And I have to say that while I love writing, working a paracosm is even more involving, because I feel that I am the people we are creating. When I sit down to write—even if I’m playing off of characters or an idea we’ve developed together—it’s much more distant. As a writer, I’m an observer. Which is a role I relish. But I’m never in my characters’ heads, though I try to get close. The distance is always there. Maybe I became a writer because I wanted to legitimize, somehow, my obsession with fantasy and escapism. There’s nothing very glamorous about telling someone you really enjoy spending hours pretending to be other people with your twin sister. And no one will pay you to do it . . .

D: It’s funny how the adult world is intolerant of fantasy that isn’t commodified—you can’t have an intense fantasy world as an adult without being perceived as immature at best, or crazy, at worst. But if you create a video game, novel, poem, film, or you’re an actor—that is, if you are able to share your fantasies with the public and get paid for it—then that’s not only acceptable, that’s something to be respected and admired. And of course people love engaging in the fantasy worlds other people have created through video games, plays, movies, books etc.

M: This whole paracosm thing has taught me how to see as writer—gestures, expressions, a whole visual language. It’s even taught me, in many ways, how to feel. It’s like I’ve lived all these different lives, and there’s also the fact that I’ve had the great pleasure of seeing you create all these incredible people and dialogues and situations that I’ve learned so much from. I can’t get there through writing (or reading, for that matter) alone. I need to have you to play off of, I need to be challenged by you, to be inspired. So, I still hold that you are the muse. Accept it!

D: Well, fine, you’re welcome. I do think I’m a good cheerleader—maybe I push you to focus on certain themes, to develop or deepen your focus on something. Say you write about some girl flipping out, and I encourage you to write about more women flipping out, because the way you write about these women flipping out is working, and so when other people tell you to stop writing about women flipping out you don’t listen, because my voice telling you MORE FLIPPING OUT is way louder than the voices telling you to quit. And I think I generally steer you in the right directions (pats self on back).

M: That’s definitely true. Especially in terms of edits—if you tell me to cut something, I sure as hell better cut it, because if I keep it in I’m only making more work for my editor, who then has to tell me what you’ve already said. I always resist a little at first, because, like most writers, I’m sentimental about what I do, but I’ve never known you to be wrong.

Now that the stories are being pushed from our nest and out into the world, what do the initial responses/reviews get right? What do they get wrong?

D: I think people might overhype the “badass-girl” thing, maybe because they’re responding to the feminism that is very present in the book, and they (rightly) want to comment on it. There’s this tendency to want every girl to be a hero in order to counterbalance all the tragic stereotypes about women that surround us . . . but I don’t see any of your characters, male or female, as being role-models. Most of them are losers.

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Book

Maryse Meijer The Seventh Mansion
FSG Originals

‘When fifteen-year-old Xie moves from California to a rural Southern town to live with his father he makes just two friends, Jo and Leni, both budding environmental and animal activists. One night, the three friends decide to free captive mink from a local farm. But when Xie is the only one caught his small world gets smaller: Kicked out of high school, he becomes increasingly connected with nature, spending his time in the birch woods behind his house, attending extremist activist meetings, and serving as a custodian for what others ignore, abuse, and discard.

‘Exploring the woods alone one night, Xie discovers the relic of a Catholic saint—the martyred Pancratius—in a nearby church. Regal and dressed in ornate armor, the skeleton captivates him. After weeks of visits, Xie steals the skeleton, hides it in his attic bedroom, and develops a complex and passionate relationship with the bones and spirit of the saint, whom he calls P. As Xie’s relationship deepens with P., so too does his relationship with the woods—private property that will soon be overrun with loggers. As Xie enacts a plan to save his beloved woods, he must also find a way to balance his conflicting—and increasingly extreme—ideals of purity, sacrifice, and responsibility in order to live in this world.

‘Maryse Meijer’s The Seventh Mansion is a deeply moving and profoundly original debut novel—both an urgent literary call to arms and an unforgettable coming-of-age story about finding love and selfhood in the face of mass extinction and environmental destruction.’ — FSG Originals

Excerpt

Back to school. Glossy red brick, high ceilings. Fresh beige paint on the doors. Someone flicking a cigarette in Xie’s path as he comes up the steps, hood up. The cigarette hits his knee. Little spray of ash. Fucking psycho. He doesn’t look to see who said it. Picks up the butt, puts it in the trash. Locks his bike to the rack, the small of his back damp with sweat, too warm for the hoodie but he wears it anyway, every day, the same with his sneakers, no longer white at the toes, canvas showing holes at the sides. Too late to meet with FKK, the girls already in class so he checks his schedule, slides into the back of homeroom. Even the teacher’s eyes on him. Ratty pants and black hair and bright white patch on his bag that says Take Nothing, Leave Everything. Smell of linoleum, Lysol, chalk. Mountains beyond the windows. The teacher hands out some papers; he doesn’t look at them. Knee jumping beneath his desk. Shuffle to another class. Pants falling off hips. Didn’t you get enough to eat where you’re from. Something wet shoved down the back of his hoodie. Laughter. He goes to the bathroom, shakes raw hamburger from his clothes. Squiggles of meat on the floor. Tiny spot of blood. He scrubs himself with a damp paper towel, picks up the meat, folds it into the trash. Back in class, English, Mr. Matthews again. Xie opens his notebook. Last year he handed in an essay written in pencil: Meat is Murder. Matthews was furious. Why haven’t you formatted this per my directions? Long silence. Xie fingering the strap on his bag. Computers are toxic and they waste electricity. Was this acceptable at your school in California? No. Then why would you think it’s acceptable here? Xie didn’t answer. Well. No college anywhere is going to accept essays written in pencil. Handing the paper back. I’ll give you until tomorrow to turn it in according to the format specified in the syllabus. Next time it will be an automatic F. Xie got the F, then another, then another, until his father convinced the school to let Xie turn in handwritten homework, citing some doctor’s note from years before that said computer screens made Xie’s dyslexia worse. It didn’t matter. He cut as much class as he could get away with, reading in the bathroom, sleeping in the grass beneath the bleachers. Doing just enough work to keep from getting expelled but this is new, the cigarette butt, the meat; at worst last year he had been ignored, little cocoon of silence, fuck with no one and no one will fuck with you; but they all know, now, about the summer, about the farm, about Moore. He can still feel the hamburger on his skin, flesh against flesh; he shifts, folding his arm around his notebook, smudged skull beneath his thumb. Crown of leaves. Drop of water against the bone. At lunch he checks his bike: both tires slashed straight through to the rims. Wincing as he rubs his thumb over the torn rubber. Leni jogging up to him. Hey, we missed you this morning, where were you? Late, he says, and she sees the bike, flinches. Holy shit, she says, pink hair cut jagged to her chin, pale lips stretched across her slight overbite as she frowns, looking over his shoulder to see who’s watching. Nobody. Do you want to go to the principal? He waves his hand. Nah, it’s okay. They make their way to the parking lot. Jo already on the wall, hair shaved at the sides, plaid pants ripped at the thigh, sucking water from a Nalgene bottle as she checks her phone. Hey whores, she says. Leni hoists herself up on the wall, skinny ass next to Jo’s heavy one. Someone messed with Xie’s bike, Leni says. Jo grunts, unsurprised. I told you, you should’ve let me drive you. Xie shrugs, leaning against the wall. Eats trail mix from the pocket of his hoodie. They threw meat at me. Jo chokes out a laugh. They what? Hamburger, he says. Like, a pound of it. Raw. Faint unhappy smile. Disgusting motherfuckers, Jo mutters, shaking her head. A swig of water. Was it organic, at least? Leni elbows her. It’s not funny. Opening a pack of chips, frowning as she chews. I think we should tell someone. Jo snorts. Like anyone gives two shits about his bike. What are they going to do, call the police? We could, Leni insists. Jo rolls her eyes. Xie chews a handful of nuts. Wind blowing his hair into his face. Last year, on his first day, he’d stood in this same place, eating cold oatmeal from a thermos, when they’d walked up to him, Jo’s hand out: We’re FKK. They never explained the origin or meaning of that name; he thought it might be some dyslexic abbreviation of fuck. We saw you reading Frances Lappé, Leni had said. Are you vegan? He’d just nodded, speechless, as they took their places beside him, the same places they occupy now. The mountains gray beyond the lot. Jo rips a peanut butter sandwich into pieces. Gonna rain, she says, eye on the horizon. First fat drop plump on the hood of a white SUV. The bell rings. They slide off the wall. Tuck their trash in the bin. Xie goes up the steps. James Moore’s eyes on his back. Big banner on the brick: Welcome Back.

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They had parked Jo’s car in the lot of an abandoned Waffle House and walked on foot, 1:00 a.m., to the Moore farm. Head to toe in black. Heavy gloves. Knit masks tight and hot on their heads. At the base of the mountains hardly any houses. No light on at the Moores’; easy to slip to the back, skinning beneath the windows. Do they have guns? Leni whispered. Of course they have guns, Jo scoffed, they all have fucking guns. Leni rolling in her lips, half a step back. Looking over her shoulder. Jo stopped at the gate, bolt cutters poised. Look, do you want to do this or what? It was Leni who’d sat in class with James Moore while his uncle gave a presentation about genetics and mink farming, highlighting their own fur production at a facility only fifteen miles from the school; Leni who’d cried while describing the picture of Ryan Moore and his nephew beside a pile of fresh silver pelts; Leni who said they should do something about it. But it was Jo who had thought of this—no petitions, no letters, no protest. Direct action. Do you? Jo asked again. No, I do, Leni said, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. I’m fine. Sorry. Jo glancing at Xie; he looked back, adjusting his gloves, pure acid in his gut. They cut through the chain. Slither of metal against metal. Behind the gate a huge concrete lot covered in straw and shit. God, Leni breathed. Whisper of fur in the dark. Slow steps closer. The mink curled in mesh-wire cells no more than ten inches wide, stacked on row after row of wooden platforms stretching a hundred feet or more to the back of the farm. They’d seen the aerial maps, had known what to expect, but it stopped them anyway, for a moment, to see in the flesh just how many animals there were. Jo put her hand against the front of a cage; the mink shifted inside, hissing. Smooth shine of eyes. Hi, babies, Jo whispered. We’re not here to hurt you. Slow hard press against the metal clips at the top of the box and the door sprang open, nearly hitting her chin. Come on, she said, reaching for the mink, go! The mink hurtled up the arm of her glove before leaping to the ground, scattering straw, claws against concrete. Xie and Leni running, each to the head of a row, snapping back the clips. Even through the gloves you could feel how soft those bodies were. Silver ghosts swarming beneath the gate. Xie’s hands so fast on the clips, trying to balance speed against silence. Sneakers slipping on straw, on shit, breath wet in the mask. He couldn’t see the girls but he heard them, felt them, moving in the same rhythm, the three of them a single machine. In the last row a mother and her babies, five or six, teeth bared; they would not leave their cage and Xie shook it, hard, trying to rattle them free, stifling a shout as one leapt at his face, the cage rocked free of its stand. He fumbled to right it but it fell, too loud. Fuck. Jo pointing to her watch, eight minutes up, Leni already sprinting to the road and Jo following but at the gate Xie stopped, turning to make sure they’d emptied every row, flashlight jumping in the dark. Faint scent of fur and the most. Beautiful sight. Pockets of night in the open mouths of the cages. The barn a black shadow against the mountains. Breeze stirring the straw. The almost alien sensation of joy: We did it. And then he was down, cheek straight to the concrete, Moore’s hard breath in his ear. Don’t move, motherfucker. Spit of blood catching in the black hairs of Xie’s mask, rattle of air and groan. Pain somewhere in the distance, waiting for him to feel it, but he felt nothing. Run, he thought, closing his eyes. Run. Run.

 

 

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p.s. Hey. Today the blog is very pleased to help mark the occasion of the birth of the brilliant wordsmith Maryse Meijer’s new novel. Maybe you’ve read her work? Her story collection ‘Rag’ is a super big recent favorite book of mine. She’s a fantastic writer, and I greatly recommend that you investigate the evidence of her new novel and get your hands on it. Thanks! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, B. Ooh, look at you in Rome, so suave, man. And, yes. weirdly I had no idea yesterday was Argento’s birthday when I chose that day to relaunch Frank’s post. So that’s a curiosity right there. ** David Ehrenstein, I imagine Frank saw your thankful comment, and thank you from me. I hadn’t put two and two together about the ‘Inferno’ Leigh McCloskey being ‘Alexander’. Huh. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, T. I was sweating profusely and in existential pain about LA’s heat even way over here. I read that same issue of Mojo on my train ride back and forth to Rennes. I hear it has cooled down just a little there, and may that persist. ** Misanthrope, Hi. Yeah, you know me, nostalgia is one of my big enemies. Oh, right, sorry to have brow beat your poor mom about the traveling distance. I forgot. Utterly understandable. I need a haircut badly, come to think of it. ** Bill, Howdy. The one screening of the Cronenberg at the film festival was sold out, yeah. I guess it will get a theater run here too, though? I guess LA’s skies mercifully dipped into the temperature realm that you guys in SF are currently suffering from. What a world. ** Jeff J, Hi, Jeff. The play is a huge mess at the moment. I think I figured out why, and I just spent a couple of hours on the phone with Gisele giving her my advice about how to try to salvage the piece, and she seemed to agree. The piece had become a kind of empty style/atmosphere exercise, which is always a stage Gisele’s work passes through at some point because she concentrates on that and forgets about the content/text, but I think the balance can be righted. It’s not an unfamiliar problem/stage in her works’ development. At the moment, I think the TV series is a deader than dead duck, but we will know for sure on Monday, so the feature film is the plan now. My revision greatly simplifies and reduces the script to a point where it would be hugely less costly to make. Zac and I are hoping to get the script — which is sort of more of a cross between a treatment and a proper script — to her by this weekend, and then we’ll see what she thinks. I feel strangely very positive about it. Not sure about whether it will work as a fiction piece. Maybe. I’m concentrated on the script revision aspect, so I’ll have to go back and think about its possibilities as a stand alone text later. Yes, I’m going to get/hear the new Julien Calendar today. Excited, Everyone, Mr. Jeff Jackson: ‘Speaking of Dario Argento, Julian Calendar — [Jeff’s band] — released a new EP with a song inspired by his movie ‘Deep Red.’ There’s also tunes loosely inflected by disco, trip hop, and no wave. You can check it out here.’ Do that if you know what’s good for you. I think I only know the earlier Joan Jonas work, and I do like it, yes. But I haven’t looked back into that work for a while. Maybe I’ll start with the doc. Thanks, Jeff. ** JM, Hey, bud. I avoided the Guadagnino remake like the veritable plague. Nothing I heard about it did anything but dissuade me. ‘Circles’ is real! Everyone, the mighty Josiah Morgan’s new book ‘Circles’, as recently previewed here in the  SELFFUCK Day, is now available for your purchasing pleasure. Grab it here. Seriously. It is undoubtedly immensely grabbable. Congrats, sir! ** Steve Erickson, Frank’s Argento post originally appeared on February 17, 2011. Thanks for the Goblin hand-off. Everyone, Mr. Erickson discovered a video of Goblin performing the title theme to DEEP RED on Italian TV, and he is thoughtfully passing it along. ** Okay. Please glory in the textual pleasures of Maryse Meijer’s new novel until further notice. See you tomorrow.