Sexual Tension At A Miriam Toews Reading
By David Adler • Sep 1st, 2008 • Category: Essays, Reading Horror(s)The second time was at a Don Domanski show. I call it a “show” because there were lights, a full-sized replica of the plant from Little Shop of Horrors, and two women serving various cheeses from necks of broken acoustic guitars. At one point Domanski asked everyone in the room to touch the person sitting next to them. He said that it was an experiment in early childhood socialization. I was sitting on the aisle, so one hand was in my pocket. But the man next to me, an academic in his mid-60s, leaned over and poked me in the eye. “My mother dressed like James Joyce,” he told me. “And my father loved onions.” As I walked to the washroom, searching for a mirror, a man waved his erect penis across my path. “Toll’s fifty cents,” he told me.
