Picked up a copy of Katherine Dunn’s 1970 debut novel Attic this afternoon. From Eric Rosenblum’s 2022 survey of Dunn’s work in The New Yorker:
At Reed, Dunn began work on “Attic,” her first novel, a fictionalization of a stint in a Kansas City jailhouse when she was eighteen and was arrested for trying to cash a fraudulent check.
In “Attic,” Dunn introduced an early version of the sinister magic realism she would later make famous in “Geek Love.” The book’s narrator, K. Dunn, describes a carrousel [sic] in which, to gain entry, young boys have to shoot arrows into their mothers’ vaginas and young girls have to throw hoops over their father’s erections. “If they don’t make it in four tries they can’t ride the merry-go-round so the Mommies spread their legs wider and wider and the Daddies sweat to rub up a good one.” But the book is largely a realist work in which Dunn emphasizes the trauma of her protagonist’s childhood. “Attic” is filled with potent flashbacks about K. Dunn’s mother shaming her, like this one: “. . . she looked at me very closely there and said you’ve been playing with yourself again haven’t you . . . and she said show me show me how you do it and I just lay there and she got angry and she said if a bitch dog did that they’d have to kill her . . . and I couldn’t help it I started to cry . . .” K. Dunn experiences some liberation in prison, where no one cares if she masturbates, but is thrust back into shame after she agrees to pleasure a male benefactor who helps get her out. Some of the book’s best parts read like a neurotic’s guide to prison life, in which Dunn uses what she learned from Thoreau to describe the vagaries of sharing a toilet with a cellmate. “I could piss over her piss but I can’t piss over her shit, much less shit over it and have them mix. It would be terrible if mine came out lighter or darker than hers—you could tell whose they were. Even worse if they were the same.”
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