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The look of love
In "Vertigo" we fall for Kim Novak at the same time James Stewart does.
In Alfred Hitchcock’s “Vertigo,” Scotty is hired by Gavin to follow Gavin’s wife, Madeleine, who may be disturbed, who may even believe that the melancholy spirit of Carlotta Valdes — a 19th century suicide in “old” San Francisco — has entered her life. Pretty simple and straightforward, or so it seems, except that Scotty is an ex-cop, a man who had to give up the job because of his fear of heights, his vertigo. Yet he lives in San Francisco, where you only have to nod off to think you are falling.
Well, he follows Madeleine: She’s a bright blond dressed in gray, except at Ernie’s restaurant, where she wears scarlet and black and pauses so that Scotty and the camera can drink her in. For half an hour or so the film is all about following and watching, in a San Francisco where pursuit and parking spaces offer no impediment to the magical, unspoken attachment of the plot. But in film, you can hardly watch or follow without falling in love — the spectacle touches the private eye.
Now, actors are involved: Scotty is James Stewart, and Madeleine is Kim Novak. This is more than helpful, for he has intelligent, if incipiently wounded, following eyes, while she is a blank beauty, unaware of the idea of being watched. Yet, as we learn, both are playing their parts.
Well, Madeleine goes down to Fort Point, beneath the southern end of the Golden Gate Bridge, where the waves beat at the corner of the land. And her gray suit slips into the water — that old suicidal feeling welling up again. Scotty goes in after her, hauls her out — Madeleine is a ghostly creature — yet Novak in wet clothes is plainly a load to carry.
He takes her back to his apartment. She has fainted, or passed out — I don’t know what suicides do in the aftermath of a spent attempt. Maybe she is only feigning faint, for this Madeleine — I’ll break it to you, she’s really a plain Judy, with red-brown hair — is on a mission to seduce Scotty, to lead the ex-cop astray. Gavin (remember Gavin? aren’t all great films like dreams?) put her up to it.
So Scotty takes Madeleine/Judy home, and — we don’t see this; this is 1958 — he removes her wet clothes and puts her on a sofa beneath a blanket. Her clothes are hanging up in the background when Judy “comes to.” They are Madeleine’s clothes, but it is Judy’s body that the cop has seen or tried not to see, as if he were an apprentice mortician. But now, for the first time, Novak acquires a greedy, carnal stare, as if to ask, Did you see me? You saw me, didn’t you? And Judy, after all, needs to stand up for herself. Indeed, see “Vertigo” enough times and you may realize in this scene that Judy is beginning to fall in love with the mournful cop. But all she has to do for the moment is let Scotty feel that he gazed upon her body in unwatched liberty or innocence — the voyeur craves not to be detected (otherwise he is a peeping Tom). Looking needs that peace, that dark, to become perilous.
Of course, Judy didn’t faint. She felt the warmth of his looking, which is better than a blanket. Without opening her eyes, or even peeping, she felt she was loved, or that her character was loved. The rest is tragedy.
David Thomson is the author of "A Biographical Dictionary of Film" (new edition just published), "Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles" and "In Nevada." More David Thomson.
Mother-daughter sexperts
Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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On the rack: A cultural history of breasts
Did breasts evolve for lactation or to enhance sex appeal? A new book explores why they matter
(Credit: iStockphoto/NadyaPhoto) It’s hard to be boobs. Sure, breasts are cherished as givers of milk and the pinnacle of sex appeal, but the modern world hasn’t been good to mammaries.
As Florence Williams writes in “Breasts: A Natural and Unnatural History,” they’re the most tumor-prone organ in the human body. They “soak up pollution like a pair of soft sponges,” and transmit environmental toxins to babies through breast milk. “Breasts are bellwethers for the changing health of people,” she says. While we’ve “genetically modified our crops to be able to protect them from the ill effects of pesticides,” Williams writes, “we haven’t yet figured out how to modify our breasts.” Aside from using saline and silicone, of course.
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Right-wing sexual pathos
Attempts to ban talk of birth control and homosexuality from classrooms reveal conservatives' deepest sexual fears
(Credit: Everett Collection via Shutterstock) Imagine a high school teacher having to separate a smooching pair outside the classroom door to protect herself from being sued for condoning “gateway sexual activity.” Envision a sex education class where the mention of homosexuality is forbidden by law and discussion of contraception, or even puberty, is deemed unnecessary.
That’s the world that would be created by a recent raft of abstinence education bills in Tennessee, Utah and Wisconsin. These initiatives are frightening — but, viewed the right way, they shine light on extreme conservatives’ deepest, darkest fears about sex. They’re veritable inkblot tests for right-wing sexual pathos.
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The prudes are winning
The author of "America's War on Sex" says things have gotten worse under Obama
The explosion of government-funded abstinence-only education, extreme assaults on reproductive rights, crackdowns on “indecency” and “obscenity”: This is but a small sampling of what spurred sex therapist Marty Klein to publish “America’s War on Sex: The Attack on Law, Lust and Liberty” in 2006, midway through George W. Bush’s second term. Six years later, under a Democratic presidency, many of the same problems exist — in fact, in some regards, things have gotten worse.
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“Fifty Shades of Grey”: Dominatrixes take on Roiphe
As usual, Katie Roiphe misses the point. Women aren't the only ones who find escape in submission
(Credit: Vala Grenier) What about men? That was the first thought that came to mind after reading Katie Roiphe’s Newsweek cover story on the BDSM-themed “Fifty Shades of Grey” phenomenon, in which she controversially speculated that women’s current fascination with the book’s story line of female submission was the result of the “pressure of economic participation” and the “hard work” of striving for equality. The desire for submission is hardly something unique to women.
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