I Married a Terrorist book launch
By leondotcom on October 15, 2007 - 6:08pm
reading and signing of
I MARRIED A TERRORIST
by Leon Kaplan
More info: www.BlogHeadPress.com
"Leon Kaplan's faux-memoir does for hookers what Portnoy's Complaint did for Jewish mothers." –Allan Novak, Loving Spoonfuls
"Leon Kaplan's comic look at the life of a lustful nomad is both perceptive and thoroughly entertaining. A new talent to watch." –Kerry Doole, Amazon.com
Is Leon Kaplan just another forty-something awkward, yet literary Jew oppressed by suffocating Yiddishe Mama, obsessed with sex, death and shiksas? In literati circles, Kaplan's new book I Married a Terrorist is being hailed as proof positive that the public is ready and willing to accept erotica writing laced with humour. That's big news to industry purists who have long resisted the slow tide of satire (or fratire, if you will), but it's only half the story.
I Married a Terrorist is a breathtakingly rhapsodic portrait of remorseful father-cum-sex tourist Leon "Erasmus" Kaplan, a bon vivant of the purest stripe. For Erasmus, money is just one of life's little nuisances. His chief interest in life is imbibing in the overpowering compulsion of buying sex. A slacker in the truest sense, as much as you can be a slacker in such adrenal towns such as Vancouver or Amsterdam, he is fairly lost and confused about what he's going to do about his estranged 4-year old daughter. Dividing his time between his retro clothing business and the bowels of the most famous sex destinations in the world, he is at once comical, sorrowful and sublime.
The question on everyone's lips is who's the terrorist the racy title is referring to?
If the definition of an artist is one who shakes our foundations and permits us to see with new eyes, then Kaplan is a cultural-terrorist in the truest sense. Deeply disagreeing with his prudish surroundings, he unleashes his own eloquent worldview to the unsuspecting reader, a view of a Semitic raconteur's place in the grand scheme of the holy wars. In his own words, "I got in the publishing business to meet women, and while at it, rewrite some souls."
Is Leon "Erasmus" Kaplan an arriviste or is he a subject compelling enough to remind us of the joy that can come from the simple act of walking through a bordello door for no other reason than to see what's on the other side?
I Married a Terrorist is also available at Hasty Hawk Gallery, Zulu Records, Does Your monther Know? and Duthie Books
I can't believe how many pounds i put on reading "I married a terrorist" - Boxes of chocolate spread on the floor, butts of cigarretes, and stained wine glasses, reminding me that i got so close to become a fast food for the bowels of an insane, yet charming, clever predator.
What the fuck!? I don't regret a bit not letting Erasmus rub his dirty hands on my virginal skin. I like to admire him through binoculars. I like to think of him like "sunny sky with puffy white clouds", and the good taste of having his company that most often ended up in trouble - o Erasmus, you're the "son of a veitch"; the true impostor; the lame; the sleezy bag; the superlative of a romantic that cannot conjure up to it...
fuck you for being such a fun-clever writer etc...after all, you are gone, and I miss you (sometimes...), just like a friend...
have a peaceful holiday
ly
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