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MELODY: Diary of a Nude Dancer REVIEW on TitsandSass.com

Jacq

I had the pleasure of reading and reviewing my first comic book autobiography that's all about - you guessed it - a stripper! 

Melody: Story of a Nude Dancer is one of the first autobiographical graphic novels ever published in Canada. The author and artist, Sylvie Rancourt, was a stripper in Montreal in the 1980s. She would write, draw, print, and distribute her comics in the clubs where she danced. Badass, right?

In spite of my recent attempts at being an illustrator, I’m very new to the graphic novel community. My first impression of Melody was surprise at the (ahem)normcore nature of her work. I expected a highly sensationalized story not unlike Pamela Anderson’sStripperella (may Stripperella rest in peace). Melody, however, is quite the opposite: it reads like the visual diary of a girl unsure. Unsure of what? Everything.

The story begins with Melody moving to Montreal with her husband, who suggests she starts dancing to support them while he looks for work. Sheepishly, Melody complies and auditions at a club, Bar 320, where her husband soon starts showing up to sell blow. With a sigh, Melody learns the ins and outs of stage shows, tipping culture, hustle, and fantasy, all the while maintaining ignorance of her husband’s criminal activity. She does, however, start to enjoy performing on stage upon incorporating comedy into her routines with a small hand puppet of a naked man. Alas, management doesn’t understand Melody’s sense of humor and demands that she continue her stages without her micropenis-wielding sidekick. The plot becomes bleaker as Melody gets fired for always being late to work and her husband starts to cut the blow with baking soda and begins also selling hot electronics to Melody’s colleagues and customers.

Rancourt’s account of all this is that Melody passively goes about her work, knowing nothing about her husband’s drug dealing and fencing. I almost wonder, was Rancourt as innocent as she claims Melody was? Or did she claim to know nothing for the sake of her job security at the time? She was, after all, passing around her comics at the clubs where she worked, so presumably she was in a good position to hear club gossip. At times, Melody reads like a testimony to Rancourt’s innocence.

I kept reading because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the illustrations. Rancourt’s drawings are incredible. She paints these incredible aerial-perspective tableaus of a strip club in full swing. I could stare at these images for hours. A woman splays her limbs on the stage while thought clouds and speech bubbles float above clients of varying ages and ethnicities as they enjoy her performance at the tip rail. A stripper’s mother walks into the club with her boyfriend, so the young dancer hides under a table and gives a random client a blowjob to pass the time. I want a print of that image for my wall.

I also couldn’t stop reading because I wanted it to get better for Melody. I wanted her to find happiness and leave her shitty husband. I wanted her to love stripping like I do.

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ESSENTIAL STRIPPER READING: Virginie Despentes

Jacq

"Do you feel like your rape created your career?" Broadly asks. 

I personally believe this is a profoundly shitty way to start an interview. 

Like, I'm mad about it. But Broadly's new, pretty fuckin' rad, and making their own sorts of waves so let's give them a pass and acknowledge that they have my attention. What's really important here is that we talk about Virginie Despentes. Because if you don't already know about her, you need to. If you're reading this blog, you need to read her book. 

I am part of her feminist cult following and of the demographic of women who say that King Kong Theory changed my life.

I've toted my copy of her book around me to all places I've lived for the past five years. Before I got my green card, I would stash all my cash within its yellowing pages. It's heavily underlined, littered with post-its, and I feel better about who I am and the dreams I'm chasing whenever I look at it. Okay, fine: It's my fucking bible.

Now I'll make my own polarizing statement:

When you read this book, you'll come to realize that that thing that happened to you that you don't like to think about was rape. (my readership is mostly adult and female. I don't know a single adult woman who hasn't experienced sexual assault. It's fucking horseshit). But Despentes is a sort of punk-rock saint who can walk you through it. She gives some really blunt, useful and amazing advice about how to acknowledge that it happened, how to come to terms with it, and how to move forward without trying to simply forget it (because you never will, anyway). 

Virginie Despentes is a feminist superhero and you need her in your head. Read this fucking book.