Other people’s words about … desire

We stayed mostly silent, that morning, and my giddy feeling gave way to rational thought; my urban preoccupations returned. I was wondering why desire, if it were ordinary and human, always felt as if it had to stay hidden. I didn’t think that I could tell Robert of my feelings for Cara, but it seemed odd to leave it unspoken. It was as if the secrecy rendered the feelings taboo and made me wonder if they were dangerous when I knew they couldn’t be, that it was only that Robert would worry unnecessarily if he knew. It felt as if desire were only permissible in art, where it could be dramatised, made beautiful.

from ‘The Modern‘
by Anna Kate Blair

Sophia, the narrator of Anna Kate Blair’s wonderful novel The Modern is a thirty-year-old Australian woman living in New York on a fellowship with the Museum of Modern Art. She’s bisexual, though the term troubles her — not because she questions her attraction to men and women, but because the label itself bothers her. I didn’t want a term like besexual, she writes, that trailed a disclaimer, a need for clarification, behind it. But who was asking me to clarify? I rarely said it aloud. I didn’t want a term at all. I just wanted to exist in all my dimensions.

We talk so much these days about sexuality and gender, and that’s a good thing; where there was silence before, now there’s conversation. We talk about heterosexuality and heteronormativity and we write about their implications, and that’s a good thing, too. But I’m particularly fascinated by Blair’s thoughts, in the passage I’ve quoted at the start of this post, about desire. It’s true, I think, that desire retains its power most of all when it remains unspoken.

Daly Head, Yorke Peninsula, October 2023.

I’ve explored desire a little in two of my own books, my young adult novel Beyond Evie and most recently, though only in passing, in my novella Ravenous Girls. Like Sophia, labels trouble me. But I can’t help thinking that in part I wrote about desire in these books because, just as Sophia writes, that was the space where it felt most permissible for me to do so — because I could dramatise it, because I could (try to) make it beautiful.

Words, like stories, can be beautiful, can’t they? I hope so. That’s one of the reasons I write.

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Daly Head, Yorke Peninsula, October 2023.

Moving on to on other reading-related matters, I’m taking a break today from my usual link to online essays that I’ve read recently because this month I’ve been focusing on reading novellas. Have you heard of Novellas in November? I’ve joined up, and I’m enjoying the chance to explore novellas, old and new, famous and not-so-famous. Feel free to join me over on Instagram for quotes from the novellas I’ve been enjoying, and for my thoughts about them.

Meanwhile, I’ll be back again with more of my usual posts soon.