Oh, Barry! You know from your own harrowing experience just how much the beautiful ladies can get away with. I mean, how could a loves-struck man say "no" to anything when looking into the eyes of the above mademoiselle?

For those unacquainted with the outlandish imagination of Barry Yourgrau, please take the below flash fiction as an invitation to explore the many more wacky tales of love and romance found in Barry's collection published under the title, The Sadness of Sex.

I share my review here as a way of wishing all my book-loving friends a love-filled, glorious new year.

EXECUTRIX
My hands are suddenly ice-cold. To thaw them, I stuff them inside my mouth. The freezing flesh adheres to my tongue, to the tissue of my cheeks. I can't get my hands out. I manage to turn on the oven with my feet, and I kneel and stick my head assemblage into its warmth.

Footsteps come up behind me. My girlfriend's voice announces that killing myself that way is no solution to anything. I try to explain my situation, but my hands gag me. She starts tying my feet up behind me. She learned this in class, she explains, they have more successful deaths than I would believe because the professor is so good, he really knows about these things. I pull my head out finally, to try to get across what I'm really doing before she tries anything irrevocable. I twist around and am confronted by the sight of her in scuba gear and feather headdress. I garble a scream into my hands and throw myself to the floor as a harpoon crashes into the oven, missing me by a hairsbreadth. "You little faker!" she shrieks, flinging down the harpoon gun and stamping off to the doorway. "I can't believe you did that. I can't believe you'd pull a stunt like that! I thought you were serious!"

I cower on the floor, blubbering and shaking my head and pulling helplessly at my hands. She's still hot as hell. "Shit!" she cries, banging her fist against the doorjam. Shit!" But then she stops. She squints down at me nearsightedly. "What is that you're doing?" She bends closer. "Oh wow, I didn't notice that! Oh wow! That's really amazing, eating yourself up!"


Author Barry Yourgrau, born 1949 ( )