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Livia Soprano went to a convent school but gave it up because she knew too much about life.
So there was nothing else to do but bury Livia Soprano. I dare say we’ll get a glimpse of the funeral — some purple velvet New Jersey affair, with Verdi and dark-chocolate profiteroles — this Sunday when the series comes back. And Tony will likely make sure the coffin is double-bolted, in case his mother comes back like toxic mist to give him a cold for the rest of his life.
Never mind. It’s a precious gift from technology that the people on the show have been able to preserve her for a few words more. A mordant close-up. Some hissed rebuke. Those things are like smears of tissue from which they can re-create, if not a whole life, then a punchy scene or two. Enough life to have her die decently.
I only wish “The Sopranos” had the time to give you a sniff of the Livia that was. All you know is the old lady, with cancer and pulmonary illness dragging her down. You should have known Livia when she was Livia Barzini, a tall slip of a girl, with raven eyes and hair the color of dark persimmons. She went to a convent school but she gave it up because she knew too much about life already. And she would hang out with the guys in Manhattan when she was only a teenager, and her so tall and so knowing she seemed 20.
Now, the guys were very careful with her, because she was Barzini’s daughter. But they liked her around because she had this natural head for math, so she could check their numbers just by hearing them. Some said she had this thing for Connie Corleone. No matter that their fathers were enemies; the girls spent a lot of time together, listening to the wild bop music and walking out with colored guys. Sonny sorted them out on that one, and Livia looked him in the eye as cold as cold cuts and said, “So, what are you gonna do instead, Sonny?”
And Sonny told her, and she laughed in his face and said he wasn’t tall enough to do it or smart enough to be able to spell it. He went the color of pomegranate and just stormed off.
Maybe Livia nursed a grudge. I only heard this, but what I heard was that when they got Vito on the street — which wasn’t like Vito, and came from Barzini — Livia had been in the fruit shop and she caught his attention. He didn’t know her, didn’t know she was a Barzini. Maybe thought she was just selling fruit. And she did something or other, offering him a cut peach to try, or asking if he’d ever seen such cherries? It could have been that all she did was leave him with a glance, hanging there in the fragrance of the fruit, and drifted behind the citrus. It was enough. Vito Corleone relaxed just that little bit — had a moment when he smelled life, the old country even, and the look of girls who were trembling they were so ready. Maybe he just dreamed.
Anyway, there’s things you should know about Livia, plus the natural emnity of a Barzini daughter for a Corleone. There’s not time for all that back story in “The Sopranos,” and not even the inclination to tell the story of the women. In those families, the women get held back and pushed aside. But the thing I ask is this: Don’t you know the soprano is a female voice?
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.
Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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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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