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Genre - GLBT Fiction
Rating - PG15
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Before Pandora Poikilos asked me to do a
blog on the Page99Test as part of the Orangeberry Summer Splash, I’d never heard
of a page 99 test. Once I understood the
premise, I was terrified. After all I’d
written “What Binds Us” as a whole, not bits and pieces to be nibbled randomly. It was meant, I thought, to be read in order from
beginning to end to experience each characters story as the novel builds, as
the story unfolds, love grows, friendship blooms. Still, I’d signed up to do this and I am constitutionally
incapable of not delivering on my commitments so here goes.
Page 99 of “What Binds Us” is just about
the halfway point of the novel. By page
99 we know that Dondi is seriously ill. Mathew and Thomas have found their way
to each other and made room for Dondi when he needed them most because that’s
what families do and above all they are a
family. Matthew and Thomas exhausted
from trying to care for Dondi look to hire a housekeeper. Up until this point the three young men and
had been pretty insulated from the judgments of the world at large. They clung to and took care of each
other. Their world, despite Dondi’s
illness, was full of love and support.
They felt safe. I knew when I
started writing the scene on Page 99 that I wanted to shatter that peace they
took for granted.
Page 99 introduces us to the first
housekeeper they attempt to interview:
“She
was a small woman with a halo of blue hair above her dead white face. She had a
tiny rose bud mouth, the pursed lips painted a violent red, vivid as a wound.
She carried an enormous black patent leather purse over her wrist, which she
refused to relinquish her grasp on even after she was seated.”
First she questions the presence of Thomas who
is sitting beside Matthew, in part because they are both men and in part
because one is black and one is white.
This infuriates Dondi who has always been protective of Thomas.
“’They’re
lovers,’ Dondi said from the doorway. He stepped into the room. ‘I’m Dondi. I
have AIDS.’”
Things get ugly quickly, unexpectedly. An explosion of hatred mushrooms out hard,
fast and noxious. Her mouth bloomed into a rabid contusion in her despising face. She
spit hateful words: “You people are an abomination! I’m not surprised you have
AIDS. You should all have AIDS. It is God’s judgment—”
It is Dondi who brings the scene to its crescendo:
“Dondi
advanced on her, sweeping across the carpet like an avenging angel.”
With a hatred and animosity equal to—if not
surpassing—hers he tells her to get out and threatens her if she does not leave.
It’s a harsh scene and unlike any other in
the book. It wasn’t her hatred, or even
her words, that was shocking in this scene; it is the fact that this tiny, mean
woman with the enormous purse, a virtual stranger, could bring homophobia,
racism and intolerance into their lives that is truly shocking. The point I was making here was that safety
no longer existed. Generations of gay
men had enjoyed sexual freedom—sex without consequence or responsibility—and
taken that very freedom for granted. Now the specter of disease threatened that
freedom. Dondi, Thomas and Matthew had formed
a family of their own making, built a world of unconditional love and
acceptance and a stranger tried to take that away. Could they ever feel safe again?
“After
she left the three of us stayed in that room, gasping for breath. It was as if
her words had been a strangling rope; Dondi’s face was flushed, and a vein
stood out at the side of Matthew’s neck. My head throbbed.”
Before the page ends, the character of
Portia is introduced:
“This
woman’s powdery face was the color of nutmeg. Her hair, piled high, was twisted
into braids thick as Medusa’s snakes. Half-moon glasses, black as ink in the
daylight, rode low on her nose. Her laughing eyes danced above them. Her
paramilitary jacket was cropped short and massively padded, exaggerating her
broad shoulders. She was, in a word, magnificent.”
“’Hel-lo,’
she said in a voice made baritone by years of cigarettes and Old Grand Dad
straight up. ‘I am Por-tia.’”
It is Portia who will help restore
equilibrium to the household bringing with her joy and faith. She is the complete antithesis of the hateful
woman who preceded her. She’s strong and
tough but loving. When she herself
discovers love in that household, we cannot help but cheer for her. I introduced her quickly because I did not
want this to be a story of homophobia and intolerance. Despite tackling some weighty issues this
book was meant to be uplifting, positive, a testament to the resiliency of the
human spirit.
Rather than trying o make each page a page
turner, I tried to create likeable, interesting characters who readers would
grow attached to and feel invested in so that they would turn pages because
they cared
about each character and wanted to know more of their story.
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