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In the reign of Charles II, Jordan and his mother, the Dog-Woman, live on the banks of the stinking Thames, where they take in sights ranging from the first pineapple in London to Royalist heads on pikes. As a young man, Jordan leaves to travel the world, seeking wonder and knowledge, and learns that every journey conceals another within it. Sexing The Cherry celebrates thIn the reign of Charles II, Jordan and his mother, the Dog-Woman, live on the banks of the stinking Thames, where they take in sights ranging from the first pineapple in London to Royalist heads on pikes. As a young man, Jordan leaves to travel the world, seeking wonder and knowledge, and learns that every journey conceals another within it. Sexing The Cherry celebrates the power of the imagination as it playfully juggles with our perceptions of history and reality; love and sex; lies and truths; and the twelve dancing princesses who lived happily ever after, but not with their husbands. ...

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ISBN : 9780679733164
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Number of Pages : 167 Pages
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Sexing the Cherry Reviews

  • Lisa
    2018-11-16 10:45

    "People will believe anything. Except, it seems, the truth."I am in awe of Jeanette Winterson's writing. I don't know how else to put it. After The Passion, I honestly thought I could not be more impressed. But I think "Sexing The Cherry" may be even better. I suspect that her short novels should be read again as soon as you have added another one to your repertoire, because there are recurring themes and (fruity) flavours that are definitely part of Winterson's general narrative."Sexing the Cherry" is all about the strange correlation between past, present and future, and the way human beings navigate time and space, physically and in their imagination. It is about the places we really go to and the things we experience in our minds. What is real? What is true? If I see something in my head, does that mean it has happened, even if I just imagine it?"And I sing of other times, when I was happy, though I know that these are figments of my mind and nowhere I have ever been. But does it matter if the place cannot be mapped as long as I can still describe it?""Sexing the Cherry" is a tale of love, crossing borders of time and space, linking people despite all odds. It is a story about freedom and chains, about making choices and exploring the world outside. It is harsh reality and fantastical imagination. It can be interpreted in many ways and I am sure it speaks to every reader in a different way. I actually happen to know that for a fact, because I had a silent co-reader on the first 31 pages. I bought my copy of the novel second-hand, and in the margins I found comments from the previous owner, and they increasingly drove me up the walls. I don't mind marking books at all. I do it all the time myself, but in this case I found myself in a noisy conversation, where I tried to listen to the author and the characters, while someone else was telling me basic facts. "Monstrosity!" - Well yeah, it is a giant woman. No secret there?"Pregnancy!" - Thanks for the clarification, I would never have guessed?"Gay??" - Do you know ANYTHING about Jeanette Winterson's fiction?"Cross-dressing!" - A most beautiful reminiscence of Virginia Woolf's "Orlando", another traveller in time and space."Religion?" - Well, see note on "Gay?"And so on. Until the comments stopped abruptly after 31 pages, leaving me to guess whether my co-reader gave up or finally got sucked into the story and stopped wondering about the different topics thrown together in a creative mix.What really annoyed me was the comment next to the sentence:"I have seen a banana." My reading partner underlined the fruit and wrote: "Penis!" Well, yes. And no. One of the amazing things about reading Jeanette Winterson is her magical way of describing reality. She does not hide (homo)sexuality, religion, cross-dressing or brutal violence, so I don't see why it needs to be pointed out all the time. On the other hand, she gives her storylines several layers of meaning, so that the complexity of human desire and exploration is in focus, not a banal equation of word and meaning. The banana in the story is so much more than: x-2=0, therefore x=2. At some point, the banana incident is explained further:"When I was little, my mother took me to see a great wonder. It was about 1633, I think, and never before had there been a banana in England."So yes, it is a phallic symbol, and Winterson does not hide that at all, but it is also a symbol for discovering things you didn't know before, things that you have access to because the world has opened up. The book was written in 1989, and for parts of Europe, the banana became a symbol of free access to the world market. Reading Eastern European authors of that era, you inevitably stumble upon bananas sooner or later. I just got mad at the one-dimensional interpretation delivered by the person reading MY copy of this beloved book before me. (But thanks for dumping it in a thrift store, my book budget is constantly strained!)One more thing (short of typing up the book in its entirety here, I can't give it appropriate credit!) that literally illustrates the multi-faceted story: there are little drawings at the beginning of each section, indicating who is currently telling the story. Bananas and pineapples! It took me a while to register that they are sometimes cut in half, and that they tell a tiny story on the side-lines of the main plot (if there is such a thing). This is an art in itself, which I have seen most exquisitely done in Maggot Moon. And just like in "Maggot Moon", the art and the title make sense, but not straight away, and not without thinking for a while. Won't say more about it!I would say, Winterson is a queen of her art, and a queen of the human heart. I can't imagine there is a simpler way of showing how people express their love than this beautiful scene of a son leaving his tidy, orderly parents to go to the navy:"I eat all my peas first and this annoys them."On that last day, however, when the family can't find words to express the love, and loss, and worry, he reflects:"I tried to leave my peas till last."Nothing more needs to be said about the effort we put in to show our love, the symbolic little gestures that are only understandable if you are part of that specific unit of love.Enough said! Read it if you like complex stories and many meanings, if you love poetry and truth and to travel between different times and places while staying in your reading chair. If you look for literal translation of symbolic language, I guarantee you that you will be successful as well, and find at least twenty translations from metaphor to plain meaning until page 31! If you can tell me what purpose it serves I will complete the exercise for the rest of my copy!Sorry, sometimes my sarcasm steals the keyboard!

  • Tina
    2018-12-10 14:36

    Jeannette Winterson is one of my all-time favorite writers and I'm constantly recommending this slim book. For what it lacks in girth, the book makes up for in substance. I have never more furiously scribbled passages down in my journal for future reference.The story itself is entertaining enough to merit the book worth a read. The premise is reminiscent of a Brother's Grimm fairy tale - you know, back when fairy tales were sort of dark, creepy, and a little scary, before Disney got its hands on them.But it's Winterson's introspection on love and relationships, their possibilities and their limits, conveyed deftly through her inventive fables, that make me love this book.

  • Paul Bryant
    2018-11-14 14:28

    Date 15 January 23rd JanuaryTime 19:00 – 20.15Location : The BoxExcerpt from interview with P BryantDetective Munch : Thing is, my literary friend, you got no proof.PB : Proof?Det Munch : Anyone can invent an identity and claim to have read like a zillion books and then post up fake reviews. Anyone. I could pay 15 year olds to do it. PB : Well, so what? That’s the internet for you. Who cares?Det Pembleton : Who cares? Did you hear that John? Who cares? We care. Let me explain a little. This Goodreads thing, it used to be nothing much, a few book geeks with no social life, who gave a tinker’s damn one way or the other. But now, now’s different.Det Munch : Now you have like 20 million people on this site. Now it’s big. Now you get mentions in Fortune magazine. You know Fortune? That’s like when rich people notice. Have you heard of rich people? Yeah. When they notice, it’s important.Det Pembleton : So we see that you reviewed this Jeanette Winterson novel here, er, “Sexing The Cherry”, and awarded it a whole two stars, I mean, come on buddy, where’s your proof that you even read this damn thing? PB : It was years ago. There’s no proof. You just have to take my word.Det Munch : As a man of honour?PB : Well, er, I probably wouldn’t quite use those words.Det Munch : Well, let’s see if we can figure this thing out. May I direct your attention to these three mug shots. Take your time. Tell us which one is Jeanette Winterson.He takes photos of Jeanette Winterson, Sara Waters and Ellen Degeneres and spreads them on the table.PB : Er – this doesn’t prove anything.Det Pembleton : Not in itself. Let’s say it’s an…indicator.PB stabs blindly at the photo of Ellen Degenares.Det Pembleton : Did you see that, Detective Munch? The interviewee has indicated the photo of Ellen Degeneres who is an American television personality and not an English novelist. Det Munch : I did see that, Frank. I take that to be … indicative.PB : Anyhow, how did I get here? You guys, you’re Baltimore murder cops. I seen you in that show.Det Munch : We’re on secondment. You’re right, this fake reviewing crime isn’t murder - except in the sense of murdering a writer’s reputation with fake reviews and fake ratings and general fake fakery. You do realise that your fake reviews get Google hits? This is not some nerdy game. This is real life. PB : The last thing I remember I was at home – I heard a hissing noise… it was a kind of gas… coming through my front door keyhole…and I woke up here. I’ve read about this… this is called extraordinary rendition…Det Pembleton : Well, could be extraordinary to you, but not to us. Come on, let’s quit the amusing back and forth – did you really read this novel?PB : Yes! Years ago!Det Munch : And what did you think of it?PB : It was weird and phantasmagorical!Det Munch: Much like her other one The Passion which you also “read” ?PB: Yes – no – yes. Different. But similar. Oh, I don’t know.Det Pembleton : John, let’s leave Mr Bryant to think things over for a minute or so.They leave The Box and join the Goodreads editorial staff who have been observing the interview through the two way mirror. Det Pembleton : He’ll break. They all do, eventually.

  • Austen
    2018-12-11 16:36

    I loved this book. At the level of plot, we read about a gigantic woman who finds a small boy, Jordan, on the banks of the Thames in London in the 17th century. She raises this boy and watches him grow to develop a passion for boats, sailing, and exploring, knowing that she will lose him to his passions, and knowing that he will lose his heart to a woman who will not return his love. At the core of this novel, though, are metaphysical and philosophical explorations--both for us as readers, and also for Jordan as an explorer. Winterson sets out two ideas that guide the metaphysical inquiry of the novel in a brief preface: that all time might exist simultaneously without the traditional divisions of past, present, and future, and that matter is largely empty space and points of light. And so even though Jordan travels the world, he comes to realize that the true journeys are inward, into our own minds and our own hearts. Along with these post-modern ideas that undercut traditional, rationalist notions of the truth of the world, we also explore the bafflingly complex affairs of the heart. Is it possible to find true love in a world where matter and time do not exist as we have previously believed them to? Was it ever possible to find true love? Does it even matter? Is it possible to find more a more fulfilling life exploring our more solitary desires? According to one of the most well-received portions of this novel (according to many of the Goodreads reviews I perused), The Story of the Twelve Dancing Princesses, it seems clear that traditional love existing in marital life is largely a fiction. Instead, these women find fulfillment in a lifestyle more fitting to their hearts--and ultimately, living together--than the arranged marriages they lived in briefly as young women. And their individual stories bear this out. All were slightly touched by magic--elegant dancers because they were born with the capability to fly, and were finally able to find their own joy, rather than live in a world that sought to restrict the natural, magical freedom of their hearts and their bodies.Yet the characters in this novel still seem to desire love, as I believe we all do. Jordan's mother doesn't seem to have given up believing in it, though she is never able to find a suitable male companion. Jordan, after meeting his love one night, and without even speaking to her at dinner, searches the world to find her again. He does finds her, but like Artemis on her island (the myth of she and Orion, slightly re-imagined here by Winterson), needs no man. She has found peace in her own life, and sends Jordan back upon his way with a necklace and a kiss. Damn... I feel him, there. He spends the rest of his life exploring the world, and when he lands in London, he has been gone for 13 years. He reunites with his mother, but it is clear that he still thinks of Fortunata, the object of his heart's longing.In this case, the epic journey narrative is somewhat inverted. And Winterson's characters reflect on this over the course of the novel, as well. Rather than the heroic, man's man fulfilling his hearts desire to explore the world and find adventure while his beautiful wife and loving children send him off tearfully and wait for his return, Jordan is more sensitive--more in touch with his feminine side, if you will. He only loves one woman, and she does not want him the way he wants her. Further, he considers that for all his traveling, the journeys of the world are not worth more than the explorations of the mind, and that the more he journeys he took, the more of the world there was, and the more mystery crept into his mind. And in this novel, we see three travelers in this novel who seem slightly unsatisfied, who seem always to be searching. As such, this idea recurs. Jordan postulates that in travel we are really searching for ourselves, and that finally, this can be accomplished living in a muddy hut, and raising dogs in the bank of the Thames. In fact, his gargantuan and endearingly murderous and grotesque mother (to whom he returns after his journey), seems to have a much better grasp of who she is than almost anyone I know, and to find peace in it. Many in her situation would find only depression, but she raises fighting dogs, and lives life as she pleases. She seems to hope for love, and companionship, but also seems to find peace in its absence.This book is fantastically imaginative, and at moments reminds me of Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities (in fact, strikingly so in Jordan's description of some of the places that he visits. The humor and grittiness of the plot, as well as the insightful explorations of time, space, matter, meaning, love, and life make this short novel as rewarding as it is dense, while still effortless to read.This book leaves me more peaceful in the face of complexity in the world. I do not think I ascribe to fairytale notions of love or what sort of life I ought to lead, and this book makes me feel better about that. I feel confident that finding ones' self is the true task in life, whether that takes us around the world, or occupies our hours in the same place for a lifetime, and that the attendant chaos is to be welcomed. And while our passions are worthy indulgences, we should also know that our passions for others are bound to be temporary and somewhat tragic--for that is their nature, and we should only accept it as part of our larger journey to discover self, "unexpectedly, in a garden somewhere or on a mountain watching the rain."

  • huzeyfe
    2018-12-05 15:32

    Elimden dusurmeden okudum. Ozellikle Ingiliz kulturunu ve tarihini birazcik taniyorsaniz keyifle okuyabileceginiz ilginc ve surukleyici bir kitap.

  • Greta
    2018-11-25 11:32

    Once I stood in a museum looking at a "painting" hanging on the wall. It had all the components of a painting: the canvas, lines and squiggles rendered in pencil, the artist's signature, and some blotches of color here and there. I read the review on the little plaque next to it which described what it was made of, its post-modern symbolism, it's meaning. I didn't see that at all.Another time I put on a CD to listen to. It had all the components of "music": instruments, notes, pauses, a musician behind the scenes who determined how the people playing the instruments were to perform. I read the review on the back of the CD case which described the musicians, their instruments, its post-modern interpretation and why it was supposed to be musical. I didn't hear that at all.Today I finished reading a "book". It had all the components of a work of fiction: characters, words, sentences, descriptions of places and ideas and things. I read the blurbs on the back of the book, the reviews here at Goodreads and on Amazon, online on blogs and forums, and even what the author herself said about her post-modern piece of literature. I tried to understand why people liked it, but somehow nobody ever said why, only that they did. Nobody could even tell me what it all meant. They could only describe the component parts. I didn't get it at all.All of these "beautiful" works of art I just mentioned remind me of a "good" wine. People go on and on about the bouquet, the subtleties, the nuances, and the vast depth of flavor, the slight hints of this and that. At the end of the day, what they're describing is rotten grapes. I kind of feel that way about this book.

  • Molly
    2018-12-05 18:44

    Sometimes I think I would like to write a letter of thanks to Jeanette Winterson. The letter would go something like this, "Thank you, Ms. Winterson, for being so magical. Thank you for holding on to the play of childhood and mingling it with a breadth of creative intelligence I never knew existed. Thank you for reading as much as you do and for deploying history in new and invigorating ways. Thank you for playing with your narratives, changing your characters into hyperboles of their human selves, and ducking back into reality with the seamlessness of silk. Thank you for writing. Please write more. I'll read every word."

  • Meric Aksu
    2018-12-09 18:27

    Winterson kendi yazmış olduğu önsözünde diyor ki; "öykülerin de kendi kendilerini değiştirmek gibi bir özelliği vardır ve okumak özgürlüktür, bir dizi kural değil." Bu vesileyle "katı" cisimlerden oluşmuş dünyaya meydan okuyor kalemiyle. Dünyanın gerçekliğini sorguluyor ve de zaman algımızı, Tanrı'yı ve benlik savaşımızı, egomuzu. Geçmiş zaman, gelecek zaman gibi ayrımlar yapmayan, zamanı tek olarak algılayan ve bizim asla öğrenemeyeceğimiz aslında son derece yalın bir algı düzeyinde yaşayıp, bunu sorgulamayan Hopi'lere nazaran bizim yüzyıllardır hep umutla ve özlemle beklediğimiz geleceğin aslında çöldeki kentler misali biz yaklaştıkça parıltısını kaybedişini, biz uzandıkça boş bir uzamın bir parçası olduklarını idrak edişimizi anlatıyor. Zamanla."Vişnenin Cinsiyeti"nin ne hakkında olduğunun hiç bir önemi yok aslında. Önemli olan, farkedilmeden içinden fırlayan hayatlar. Farkedilmeden. Okuyucu bağlamındaysa özgür irademizle, hiç kimsenin tesiri altında kalmadan anlayacağız ki bir çocuk bir kadının kalbini kıracak ve bunu onu sevmesini sağlayarak yapacak. Öte yandan onun kalbine çok talip çıkacak ama kimse kazanamayacak, çünkü o aşkın bir yüreği nasıl etkilediğini öğrenemeyecek. Kalbini vermek isteyeceği tek kişiyse onu reddedecek ve bu çağları kapsayan modern masalda kocalarıyla olamasa da mutluluğu yakalamış on iki prensesin de hikayesi anlatılacak. Zaman, içinde bir ileri bir geri gittiğimiz düşlerimizdeki gibi içimizde hareket ederken, bütün karşılaştıklarımızın bir parçası oldığumuzu, bütün karşılaştıklarımızın da bizim bir parçamız olduğunu anlayacağız. Zamanla."Hangi kayadan yontulduğunu, hangi çukurdan çekilip çıkarıldığını hatırla."Pınar Kür'ün çevirisiyle. Zamanla değil bir anda sevilen bir yazar var karşımızda.

  • Shayantani Das
    2018-12-03 13:38

    A very rewarding reading experience!My favorite quote:“The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God. I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me. God is bigger, like my mother, easier to find, even in the dark. I could be anywhere, and since I can't describe myself I can't ask for help.”

  • Sinem A.
    2018-11-16 18:43

    Kitaba büyük merak ve beklenti ile başlasam da birkaç sayfa sonra beklentimin boşa olduğunu anladım. Bir kere biçim ve içerik konusunda, dilin kullanımı (belki çeviriden de kaynaklıdır bilemiyorum) konusunda bence ciddi sıkıntılar var. Masallları, fantastik olayları hikayeye yedirmek göründüğü kadar kolay bir meziyet değil sanırım. Çünkü yazar bunu başaramadığı takdirde karmakarışık bir anlatı çıkıyor ortaya. Gerçi burada yazarın yapmak istediği de biraz bu aslında yani biraz karmaşa yaratmak ama bundan keyif alan okuyucular için zevkli bir okuma sunuyor. Bense sanırım bu tarz anlatımı pek sevemediğimden keyif alamadım. Benim için çok tekdüze bir ritmi vardı.Metnin kurgusu örgüsü anlatımı bana keyif vermedi.

  • Lea
    2018-11-26 15:30

    I may come back later and bump this up to 5 stars -- I really enjoyed the story and Winterson's gorgeous writing.Well, describing this one is going to take some doing . . .Set in England, the story jumps back and forth between the 1600s and the 1990s (or thereabouts). We see moments in the lives of various characters: the Dog Woman, a coarse giant of a woman who is continually reforming her murderous ways; Jordan, her son, who she found floating in the Thames; Nicholas Jordan, a naval cadet; as well as various characters from myths and fairy tales.The story is structured so that it moves back and forth through time, sometimes with the characters meeting and interacting in ways that would be impossible in reality. The narrative skips from one person to the next, and the reader needs to pay close attention in order to tell which character is narrating.The main themes seem to be time and love -- there is a lot of heartbreak in this book, people who are unable to express the love they feel, as well as people who turn their backs on the love they've been given.From the book:As I drew my ship out of London I knew I would never go there again. For a time I felt only sadness, and then, for no reason, I was filled with hope. The future lies ahead like a glittering city, but like the cities of the desert disappears when approached. In certain lights it is easy to see the towers and the domes, even the people going to and fro. We speak of it with longing and with love. The future. But the city is a fake. The future and the present and the past exist only in our minds, and from a distance the borders of each shrink and fade like the borders of hostile countries seen from a floating city in the sky. The river runs from one country to another without stopping. And even the most solid of things and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand-shadows on the wall. Empty space and points of light.My favorite character -- not just here, but in all of the recent books I've read -- is the Dog Woman. She is so authentically herself, even though she is completely aware of being unlike anyone else. She isn't ashamed of her massive size -- she views herself as strong and powerful. There is a funny scene towards the end of the book where she relates the only time she slept with a man -- it's vulgar and hysterical, especially because she finds herself bemused by the man's assertion that she is just too LARGE; to her, she is exactly the right size and she has absolutely no idea what he's talking about.Highly recommend!

  • Riff
    2018-12-03 11:36

    Painfully pretentious and drowning in a mess of its failed aspirations, it's always a bad thing when an author becomes too fond of the sound of their own voice. Characters, ideas, feelings, and stories are lost under the weight of what I can only presume is Winterson's creative vanity. While arguably intelligent she lacks the poetic ability required to pull off a style like this, using language which distracts and detracts from the world she is struggling to present. A wonderful imagination is compromised by trying far too hard to be lyrically interesting, leaving its subjects as crude and sloppy afterthoughts to the writer's aspirations. A great shame, because there would otherwise be a lot here to like; curious and observant visions wrapped in a fantasy motif. Sadly, it is a book that systematically fails on just about every level.

  • Jo (A rather Bookish Geek)
    2018-11-24 13:30

    "I had sex with a man once: in and out. A soundtrack of grunts and a big sigh at the end" This being the third book I've read by Winterson, I've concluded that she is certainly not the average writer. She's incredibly unique, and there is an oddity in her works. Winterson is an acquired taste, but she's definitely "my taste" This book is set in England, and the story jumps back and forth in time. During this, we meet various characters. I think the dog woman has to be my favourite. Weaved expertly throughout the story, are other known characters from various fairy tales and myths. Doing this definitely worked, and I think it helped support the main story rather well. The narration jumps fairly fast to one character to the next, so therefore to understand what's potentially going on, one must pay close attention. I found myself confused at various moments in the book.The book is all based around love. It involves characters that cannot express the love that is controlling them, and eventually leading down the path of heartbreak.There is a hilarious scene nearing the end, where the dog woman recalls when she slept with a man. Based on the fact the dog woman is a fairly large woman, the man complains in great vulgarity, that she is just "too big" downstairs to satisfy him. It's amusing as the dog woman hasn't a clue what he's referring to! Before I finish this, I must say how much I fucking rate the dog woman. She's a force to be reckoned with, she's strong and powerful and doesn't give one singular shit about what society make of her. Isn't that how we all should be?

  • Jenny
    2018-11-25 13:20

    The juxtaposition of the stories of the giant woman living on the banks of the Thames with her dogs and her adopted son who is drawn to exploring the world in the mid 1600s was interesting. The incorporation of the stories of women who although kept by men for their pleasure are still able to lead lives of their own and escape were interesting asides as was the story of the 12 dancing princesses. The drawings of the banana and the pineapple at the top of the paragraph when the narrator changed was overly cute but OK. However, the book fell apart for me when the giantess moved on into violence against the Puritans and a modern story about a young man who goes to sea and a female chemist who is testing water for contamination. What exactly is it that I did not like? Too much for too short a book. too many loose connections -- like the fact that Jordan, the male narrator, may have wings he has never used. An attempt at fantasy and fabulism that is not quite good enough to measure up to the work of someone like Angela Carter or an attempt to show as the narrative of the book falls apart that so is our world, something done more skillfully by John Barth. I can't quite put my finger on it, but overall not a particularly satisfying book.

  • Tim
    2018-11-17 17:47

    possibly my absolute favorite book of all time. I want jeanette winterson to read me a bedtime story every night. I didn't know how much I could worship an author before I read this. It's short but potent, and thoroughly infused with her wit. Please please read it, it's wonderful.

  • Sinem
    2018-11-28 14:34

    yazar hanım baya muazzam iş çıkarmış. kitap boyu gerçeği bükmüş arada da felsefi sorular sormuş. değişik bir deneyim oldu benim açımdan.

  • Joanka
    2018-11-16 16:44

    Winterson is amazing when it comes to fragments, paragraphs, she can tell a tiny little story that is oh so beautiful and then punches you in the gut while still smiling subtly. This is definitely something I fall for, I’m afraid. Add great language skills, she weave the sentences as she pleases and they work masterfully. She happily intertwines reality with fantasy, creating worlds that seems so real, although magical things happen there (while reading I thought that Haruki Murakami’s style does something similar with my imagination) and finally she touches upon subjects that are not popular at all, her way of depicting women is simply beautiful.So yes, I loved the parts of the book. The stories about dancing princesses made me gasp with amazement and my heart clenched more than once during Dog Woman parts. But… Winterson became the victim of her own style in my opinion in this book. There is too much of everything and the chaos that happens feels like more than was planned, to the point I shrugged helplessly realizing I don’t really care anymore. Also, there are some disgusting parts and no, I’m not that delicate but when disgusting is supposed to be funny it very rarely gets to me. So maybe that’s my problem and mine alone but somewhere in the middle of the book I lost the connection and although it was a pleasant read till the end, I hoped for something more.I will definitely read more of Winterson in the future and I recommend that to all of you, there are not many authors like that, I’m afraid.

  • Michelle Yoon
    2018-12-05 10:24

    In Sexing the Cherry, Jordan is found floating in the River Thames. A large woman, known only as the Dog Woman, rescues baby Jordan, and brings him up like her own son. But Jordan, having been ‘born’ of the river, belongs to the river, and it isn’t long before the flowing waters reclaim him once again, as he sets of with sails to travel the world.The book is told with alternating narratives, first Jordan, then the mother, then Jordan again and so forth. But while the mother’s narratives sound like actual accounts of what is truly happening in their world, the same can’t be said for Jordan’s narrative. Because you see, Jordan is a dreamer. His richest experiences are in his dreams, as he travels to places not yet known to him, but which he believes to perhaps truly exist.Having dreamt of a beautiful dancer once, he then sets off in search of this elusive character. Which brings him to meet the Twelve Dancing Princesses. They, who were supposed to have lived happily ever after with their twelve princes, are now living together as sisters once again. They each tell him their story, and each one of them as enchanting as the next. All very unpredictable.Towards the end of the book, we are introduced to another pair of characters, now in 1990. Nicholas Jordan is also a dreamer, someone who dreams of sailing and travelling the world, and to do so he decides he wants to join the army. During this time, he reads a newspaper article about a nameless woman who sits by a polluted river to draw attention and create awareness about what damage the world is suffering from.Her thoughts (I assume these are her thoughts and beliefs), having been molded into the story, read just as beautifully as fiction.

  • Fatin
    2018-12-08 12:40

    I...I don't know what just happened. I think I need to go reread some parts of this book, or at least think it over again because I am so darn confused.But as for what I did understand, there are parts of this book that are bewitching, and then there are parts that drag so much it is as if there is no life in them.This was a vintage twin set, basically I got the book for free along with Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. The set is called Vintage Monsters. So I guess I'll spend tonight thinking about all these confusing parts, and just how this is a monster book that connects to Frankenstein. So having thought about this, I realize that the Dog Woman is considered a monster, because she's ugly, and huge, and kills people. She never really terrified me, so I guess I didn't pick up on that immediately. Frankenstein and Sexing the Cherry both have monsters who maybe only be monsters because they have been alienated, and hated because they are so different. Society shuns them, can't accept them, and the anger and pain build up. Deep behind all this anger and pain, are two rather loving creatures, lost in thought.

  • Jayde
    2018-11-24 18:46

    I really wanted to enjoy this book and whilst I appreciate that it is written very well in a literary sense, it did not appeal to me at all. The relentless misandry made it quite a boring read, despite its short length. I could see flashes of brilliance in this book (the dancing princesses, the character of dog-woman), however none of it was fleshed out to any sort of degree to make me want to read on. All in all a difficult 140 pages to trawl through. I can't help thinking that if it were a little longer and the relentless male bashing toned down I'd have enjoyed it more, but then that wasn't probably the authors aim.

  • Hazal Çamur
    2018-12-08 10:20

    Karşı Masal türü nedir, nasıl yazılır? İşte bu kitap tam olarak bunun rehberi.Cümlelerin çift anlamlılığı, üzerinde düşünmeye teşviği, her masalın mutlu sonla bitmediğini klasik masallar üzerinden göstermesi, ebeyn olmak, evlat olmak ve nicesi üzerine psikanaliz tadında bir roman. Türünün (karşı masalın) en kaynak gösterilesi eserlerinden.Benim için özel bir kitap. Okuyalı epey oldu, ama bir ara tekrar okumam gerek. Eminim bu tekrar okumada görmediğim başka şeyler göreceğim.

  • Emma
    2018-11-30 11:38

    This book is utterly beautiful. Winterson has an incredibly gifted talent of writing the most magical prose. I was utterly in awe, and a teeny bit jealous of her superbly written imaginative tales of the princess's who lived happily ever after, (just not with their husbands), the twisted reality of Sixteenth Century England, (taking a fair amount of time commenting on the battle between Cromwell's republican Commonwealth and the already established monarchy), not to mention throwing in detailed philosophical comments about time, alternate realities, space, the use of gravity, and of course, flying through the sky to exotic countries on the back of an elephant. Interesting, Winterson seems to combine this superb prose with crude often very sexually blunt statements along involving men crawling into giants c***ts and equally disgusting descriptions of fleas crawling out of smallpox scars. Yet, she still manages to keep this intense poetic voice that dominates the entire novel leaving one almost speechless. Seriously, this will be like nothing you've ever read before.

  • Shawn
    2018-11-14 16:28

    bizzarly profound.food for thought:"The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for the past, present and future. The division does not exist. What does this say about time?Matter, that thing the most solid and well-known, which you are holding in your hands and which makes up your body, is now known to be mostly empty space. Empty space and points of light. What does this say about the reality of the world"(frontispiece)?"Truth to tell, I could have snapped her spine like a fish-bone. Had I done so, perhaps I could have changed our fate, for fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed. I should have killed her and found us a different story"(7)."I have met a number of people who, anxious to be free of the burdens of their gender, have dressed themselves men as women and women as men...I decided to coninue as a woman for a time and took a job on a fish stall. I noticed that women have a private language. A language not dependent on the constructions of men but structured by signs and expressions, and that uses ordinary words as code-words meaning something other"(28-30)."We were all nomads once, and crossed the deserts and the seas on tracks that could not be detected, but were clear to those who knew the way. Since settling down and rooting like trees, but without the ability to make use of the wind to scatter our seed, we have found only infection and discontent"(43)."The Story of the Twelve Dancing Princesses"(47-61).Princess 5:"You may have heard of Rapunzel. Against the wishes of her family, who can best be described by their passion for collecting miniature dolls, she went to live in a tower with an older woman. Her family were so incensed by her refusal to marry the prince next door that they vilified the couple, calling one a witch and the other a little girl. Not content with names, they ceaselessly tried to break into the tower, so much so that the happy pair had to seal up any entrance that was not on a level with the sky. The lover got in by climbing up Rapunzel's hair, and Rapunzel got in by nailing a wig to the floor and shinning up the tresses flung out of the window. Both of them could have used a ladder, but they were in love.One day the prince, who had always liked to borrow his mother's frocks, dressed up as Rapunzel's lover and dragged himself into the tower. Once inside he tied her up and waited for the wicked witch to arrive. The moment she leaped through the window, bringing their dinner for the evening, the prince hit her over the head and threw her out again. Then he carried Rapunzel down the rope he had brought with him and forced her to watch while he blinded her broken lover in a field of thorns.After that they lived happily ever after, of course.As for me, my body healed, though my eyes never did, and eventually I was found by my sisters, who had come in their various ways to live on this estate.My own husband?Oh well, the first time I kissed him he turned into a frog.There he is, just by your foot. His name's Anton"(52)."But what can save a species of love?..He shook his head and assured me that nothing was proof against love. Not even the slightest amourette could be forestalled by an amulet"(78)."Time has no meaning, space and place have no meaning, on this journey. All times can be inhabited, all places visited. In a single day the mind can make a millpond of the oceans. Some people who have never crossed the land they were born on have travelled all over the world. The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body. The self is not contained in any moment or any place, but it is only in the intersection of moment and place that the self might, for a moment, be seen vanishing through a door, which disappears at once"(87)."Thinking about time is to acknowledge two contradictory certainties: that our outward lives are governed by the seasons and the clock; that our inward lives are governed by something much less regular-imaginative impulse cutting through the dictates of daily time, and leaving us free to ignore the boundaries of here and now and pass like lightning along the coil of pure time, that is, the circle of the universe and whatever it does or does not contain"(99)."I have set off and found that there is no end to even the simplest journey of the mind. I begin, and straight away a hundred alternative routes present themselves. I choose one, no sooner begin, than a hundred more appear. Every time I try to narrow down my intent I expand it, and yet those straits and canals still lead me to the open sea, and then I realize how vast it all is, this matter of the mind. I am confounded by the shining water and the size of the world"(115)."When I was a girl I heard my mother and father copulating. I heard my father's steady grunts and my mother's silence. Later my mother told me that men take pleasure and women give it. She told me in a matter-of-fact way, in the same tone of voice she used to tell me how to feed the dogs or make bread"(121)."I had sex with a man once: in out in out. A soundtrack of grunts and a big sigh at the end.He said, 'Did you come?'Of course I didn't come, haven't you read Master's and Johnson?And then he fell asleep and his breathing was in out in out"(145)."Fortunata's Story"(150-154).

  • Samidha Kalia
    2018-11-24 11:44

    4.5 Absolutely amazing. Best read of 2017.

  • Lisa
    2018-11-11 13:19

    Jeannette Winterson's poetic-prose is crack to me. I obsess about her sentences like a junkie. Her images and words find me at the oddest times; sometimes they call to me. They set up camp in my head and never leave. They speak me. They speak what I long to be. They speak what I fear being. I push them around in my mouth just to feel them form, again and again.This book is something of a loose mixture of historical fiction, sci-fi time-travel lit, brutal Brothers-Grimm style fairy tale, and classic ghost story -- with a meaty dose of feminist perspective thrown in for good measure. For those with a dark sense of humor, there's plenty to be had here as well. And, deep in the heart of it all, Sexing the Cherry is really meta-fiction: It's a story about storytelling.I am totally enchanted by the Dog-Woman character. She is larger than life in so many ways.The title actually has to do more with the propagation of fruit plants through grafting than what you might have originally thought. However, it does have some vivid sexual scenes (very few, if any, of them appealing in a "highlight the good bits and pass it around among your friends" sort of way). But even when she's making you cringe and recoil, Winterson is masterful.This is a great book for those who enjoy a warped journey, for those who aren't sticklers for linear story-telling and singular narrative voices. It's a great book for those who like a bit of a literary romp that ignores convention and defies expectation.I wouldn't read this book if you tend have prudish sensibilities when it comes to language and imagery, or if you like tidy "Point A-to-Point B" story-telling. You're not likely to enjoy it. I, however, loved it.

  • Elise
    2018-12-02 12:28

    Frankly, I have no words for this one, but I will attempt a review. I had such high hopes for "Sexing the Cherry" (billed as important to Magic Realist enthusiasts), so I would be lying if I didn't admit that I was just a little bit disappointed after reading it. This one barely hangs together as a novel, and at times, I would get annoyed feeling like I was reading someone's unpolished dream and nightmare journals. This book is filled with bizarre episodes both disorienting and also, at times, strikingly beautiful. And every time I would get frustrated with the jumps in setting/year and the shifting perspectives (not just Jordan, the foundling, and his mother, the dog-woman and murderer, but also the twelve dancing princesses and others), I would be struck by a pearl of wisdom so precious that it made all of the other shortcomings of the book worthwhile. So, this is a beautiful, disgusting, wise, and frustrating book. I did enjoy dog-woman's vigilante justice unleashed on the Puritans. It was a nice counterbalance to all of the destruction and murder the Puritans committed, and how nice to have read this one right after Kathleen Kent's "The Heretic's Daughter," which took place at the same time but in Salem, Mass. and its surrounding towns during the atrocities of the witch trials, while "Sexing the Cherry" takes place mostly in London, also during the 1600s, right after the Puritan Roundheads beheaded King Charles I. If you like surrealism (which is what I would call "Sexing the Cherry" more than Magic Realism), you might enjoy this one.

  • tee
    2018-11-24 17:39

    Wah. Some of Winterson's works make me feel as if I completely missing out on something, like it's going straight over my head. Which is likely the case considering I am not the most intellectual of sorts but I don't like being reminded of this when trying to enjoy a novel. Further, with most books that are a little too 'smart' for me, I usually understand why. Either it's the content, or the heavy vocabulary or some such thing. But Winterson ... sometimes I feel like I just don't get it. Rather like some people wouldn't understand some of my coded journal entries, like when I'm waffling about something that makes sense to me because it's in my head and I created it, but anyone else- good luck.I liked parts of this book. I was disinterested in the majority of it. I couldn't have cared less if I hadn't picked it back up to finish it and only continued to the end out of duty. I was a little perplexed as to why this book seems to be so highly rated by others on goodreads. It was worth it for the parts that I did like though. I enjoyed the play with time and gravity (and so on). The prose was true Winterson, deep and rich. The imagery was stunning and her ideas - completely fantastical. I was swept away by certain paragraphs, feeling as if I could almost smell and taste her descriptions.I'd like to re-read it and try and get my head around the rest, but there's so many other books that I'd actually love to read.

  • Kirsty
    2018-11-26 17:43

    Winterson is one of my favourite authors, and Sexing the Cherry was a long-outstanding book for me within her oeuvre. The novel is a slim but very well reviewed piece which I was eager to read. Telling the story of Jordan, who was abandoned beside a river in that age-old Bible parody style, Sexing the Cherry is immediately captivating. Winterson's language is both playful and creative, and the dual perspectives of Jordan and his adoptive mother are incredibly effective. The historical setting has been rendered exquisitely, making this a beautiful and rather dramatic read from the very beginning. There is a darkly comic edge to it, and one becomes spellbound by the world which Winterson creates. The magical realism which can be found throughout is exquisite, and the whole is great and inventive. My only qualm is that the final section was a little odd, and I didn't feel as though the added perspective of Nicholas added much to the whole, but the rest of the novel is so fantastic that I could give it nothing lower than a five star rating.

  • Baris Ozyurt
    2018-12-10 18:17

    "Zamanın hiçbir anlamı yok bu yolculukta, uzamın, mekanın anlamı yok. Tüm zamanlarda var olunabilir, her mekanda bulunulabilir. İnsan aklı bir günde okyanusları sığ havuzlara dönüştürebilir. Doğduğu topraktan bir adım öteye gidememiş kimi kişiler tüm dünyayı dolaşmışlardır. Düz çizgi üzerinde sürdürülen bir yolculuk değildir bu, bir ileri bir geri gider, takvim tanımaz, gövdenin kırışıklıklarını, buruşukluklarını görmez. Benlik belli bir anda, belli bir mekanda kıstırılamaz; ama kimi kez, belki bir an ile bir mekanın kesiştiği bir noktada ve yalnızca orada, belki bir an için, benliğin bir kapıdan çıktığı görülebilir. Ve anında yok olur."(s.96)

  • Aydan Yalçın
    2018-12-12 15:21

    "İnsanlar her şeye inanır.Galiba doğru olandan başka her şeye."