Arthur Wooten is the author of On Picking Fruit, Fruit Cocktail and many other delightful novels. His latest book is Dizzy, a fictional memoir. Recently, Wooten agreed to talk about Dizzy, the novel, the real life story behind it, and also about a main "character" in his book - a mysterious medical condition.
Alina Oswald: Hi Arthur! Congrats on your new book Dizzy, a Fictional Memoir I couldn’t put it down.
Out of Town.
There's nothing quite like late spring in Provincetown, when seasonal businesses have all completed their refurbishments and new paint jobs, and the loyal fans of this idyllic gay resort town at the tip of Cape Cod have begun filtering back, predominantly over long weekends in May and June, and then in significant numbers of every day of the week throughout summer.
It might look good on bumper stickers, but hate is a lousy P.R. word. I've always had a sort-of wincing reaction to the word "hate" in LGBT rights messaging. Like those bumper stickers that say, "Hate is not a family value." Or the newest iteration, "No H8," admittedly a clever spin on the ridiculous Prop 8. It's not that I don't think people hate us – I know all too well that lots do. The problem is that I've heard the word "hate" used to describe everything from gathering signatures against gay marriage to committing torture and rape. Surely there's some nuance missing here.
Pop star says he's an unfit role model and mentions his peculiar sex toy.
Remember the fuss Adam Lambert caused when he tongued his keyboardist in front of the world? Of course you do. The controversial kiss drew both homophobic outbursts and so-what shrugs, and it's an American Music Awards moment that won't soon be forgotten. Especially by Lambert himself.