Fear of Flying by Erica Jong
Published in 2003 by NAL Trade (first published 1973)
480 pgs, 5 stars
ABOUT THE BOOK: In Fear of Flying, Isadora takes us on her journey to find happiness in life (whether it’s in her marriage, in an affair, or on her own) and to figure out what her place in the world is. She’s a writer (she comes across as a poorly concealed version of the author) who doesn’t want children and is married to a man who doesn’t fulfill her. She runs off with another man for a journey around Europe to find herself. This is a novel but the plot is secondary to the character’s internal conflict. I loved her musings on sex, relationships, careers, etc. Jong is a philosophical writer who puts women’s issues at the forefront of discussion. Her words changed a feminism, redefined it, refreshed it 40 years ago. Even now, this book is a must read for all women! Don’t be discouraged by the first few pages. It took me about 20 pages or so to get into it, but I was glad I kept reading!
ABOUT THE OUTFIT: My dear little Jewish princess, you harbor puritanical guilt and Jewish angst. When you’re in Germany with your husband, you feel exposed and angry. Wear this star of David necklace to remind you where you came from.
Paris is the city of love, but not when you’re there with Adrian. You know he doesn’t love you but it’s new, exciting, and doomed! Wear this Paris sweater to remember the good times traveling with him. Perhaps they weren’t really all that good, but you will idealize them in your writing.
Take the nickname Adrian gave you to heart and wear this duck patterned skirt while you’re riding around Europe looking for your zipless f*ck in every train. See what I did there? This red coat is big and cozy, perfect for traveling. Wear the hood up when you don’t want to be disturbed by men who offer to “help” you with your bags on the train. You aren’t falling for that one again!
This typewriter phone case is as contradictory as you are. Because learning to type is the path to being a secretary, peck at the keys. You’re a writer not a typist! Stuff the phone into your nude bag. The color reminds you of afternoons trying to make love to Adrian on the beach.
Apply this rogue to your cheeks and lips to mimic the flush of those lazy afternoons. Slip on these booties and hit the town (or all of the towns in Europe). With the low heel of these H&M boots, you can walk the many miles it takes to find yourself, if you please.