(a memoir) by Diablo Cody
I was instantly lured to Diablo Cody’s finely-drawn memoir of a year in the flesh trades. A career-girl copy typist at an ad agency, Cody just moved to Minneapolis to be with her uber-sexy (and unwaveringly supportive) Internet boyfriend. On utter impulse, she’s suddenly participating in the most unlikely career of all for a woman like her: Stripping. Starting off as a sort of cheap thrill/experiment, Cody is hardly the tautly tan, artificially-enhanced, platinum haired vixen stereotype commonly associated with titty bars. Rather, she’s an intellectual, brazen, self-professed nerd. She pursues her new “career” with voracity, struggling and taking everything in, undergoing a sort of metamorphosis as she goes. Cody is boldly descriptive of her own so-called shortcomings.
The book is startling yet lighthearted, Cody’s sardonic wit and creative writing style keeps you turning the page. Between the jaw-dropping, raunchy and real observations about the night-to-night encounters of stripperdom, the book is drenched with insight on life as well. (Be prepared to define the terms tip rail, porn shui and jack-shack upon completion, not to mention the “lucrative” business end of the scheme, and how hard it really is to bank major “clams.”) Surely to some women, the idea of peeling buck naked for men we’re likely to otherwise avoid would be less than savory a notion. Not having been abused, neglected, or addicted, even she wasn’t quite sure why she got into stripping. Boredom? Discontent? Why else would anyone impulsively choose to chase something so fiercely?
Cody shines as a bright star in the decidedly melancholy gloom of the shabby adult entertainment industry. The book is an eye-opening, compelling (perhaps repelling?) experience in and of itself. It won’t be like anything else you’ve ever read, that’s a guarantee you can definitely bank on. Highly recommend.