In middle age Spalding Gray has entered "the Bermuda Triangle of Health," that place where the body begins to break down in alarming and humiliating ways. His immediate problem is an eye complaint that could be corrected with minor surgery. But for the high priest of high anxiety, nothing is ever minor. And so Gray embarks on a crazed crusade for wellness that takes him from a Native American sweat lodge to a dictatorial nutritionist and, finally, to a gory session with the "Elvis Presley of psychic surgeons" in the Far East.Exquisitely timed, unfettered in its intelligence, and funny enough to push readers to the brink of cardiac arrest, Gray's Anatomy is a surreal tour de force of body and soul.
Not sure I'll finish this. I loved Spalding Gray, the individual. In this book, however, his neurotic concern for his health seems like a forerunner of his suicide... I am getting old and don't want to relate that way. I have done more than my share of sweat lodges and energy healers. Yea, maybe I will finish this book.
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At eighty pages, you can read this book while letting simmer and stew one of those autumn soups you're yearning for on a cold and wet November afternoon. And what a joy it is, too, this book. Shot through with generous humor and heart, Gray takes you on a journey from doctor's office to shaman's sweatlodge and beyond as he tries to repair his eye-gone-funky.
You'll smile, you'll nod, you'll reach the final pages and enjoy the warmth of a happy ending. I suppose if I need to sell it more, I'd say that if you like David Sedaris, you'll love this hybrid of novella and dramatic monologue.
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Choice quote (from page 50):
If you don't drink, your day is just one big AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - BED! It's a bore; there's no relief; there's no gestalt. There's no shift of gears. There's no change of consciousness. There's no relaxation. There's just too much reality.
The WASP's Woody Allen. Gray is always worth a read, although, to be frank it is a poor substitute for seeing him live. Alas, after his suicide in 2004, that's much harder to do. Still...it's a good subway read...makes you feel okay with your own personal neuroses.
Pandemic re-reading of my favorite, and, perhaps one of the one and only monologists, after picking up his diaries. I think this is my favorite of his works.
I don't agree with others who see Gray's Anatomy as an awkward articulation of his personal neuroses. This monologue is specifically about his eye, its degenerative condition and all the ways Gray investigates to remedy the condition ranging--from dodging a heart attack an Indian sweat lodge ceremony to visiting a Taiwanese psychic healer who specializes in pulling tumors the size of meatballs out of Japanese patients with his bare fingers.
From start to finish there is no rest with Gray trying whatever it takes to avoid a 2:1 chance operation in Manhattan, whereby a glass eye is just as probable as the eye being fixed. The restlessness is what makes the journey a joy, as well as the anticipation of hearing how far Gray will go (away from his comfort zone) in turning a loopy eye condition into a great story.
Spalding Gray is alleged to be 'sidesplittingly funny.' I couldn't go so far as to use such words. He can be funny and he does bring out an occasional snort as I read him. Of course, his genius lies in his performance. I listened to Terrors of Pleasure, Monster In A box, and It's a Slippery Slope. All of them were better than Gray's Anatomy for me because they were aided by his brilliant performance. It was a mistake to read Gray's Anatomy instead of scouring the internet for an audio recording, but hey, what's done is done.
The textual experience should not be discounted though. The stories, very much like in stand-up, veer in all directions yet never loses its footing. The book never makes you want to stop. And the stories are detailed with that weird Spalding Gray's sight and feel. Being so short, one could read this in under an hour, but I'd caution against doing that. In fact, I'd caution the reader about reading it in the first place. If you can, listen to it. There's a version on YouTube, I think.
One thing I notice in all of Spalding Gray's works I've read and listened to is a feeling of 'Should I be laughing about this?' Because there is a clear existential torment just under the surface and while the fun bits are funny, they feel like a subtle distraction to he does to tell the audience and the readers his Gray's woes. Gray's Anatomy is about his left eye not working properly. He does to great lengths to undo that. The underlying meaning of it all is that he's getting too old and he doesn't like. He ignores reason, tries to justify his actions meeting sham doctors by his upbringing marred with Christian 'Science.' He panics at the very mention of marriage, at the age of fifty or thereabouts. In the underbelly of every story is the sense of this dread of growing old. In the end, the story ends on a positive note. He gets married. It could've been a nice thing if that really was the end.
Also, I've given up drinking alcohol, which is an enormous event for me, because, certainly, after my mother's death the only religious ritual that survived in our home was cocktail hour. And I always celebrated it. If I wasn't working at night, I would celebrate it. If I was working, I'd celebrate it after I worked. But you know, what do you do if you don't drink? If you don't drink, your day is just one big "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BED! It's a bore; there's no relief; there's no gestalt. There's no shift of gears. There's no change of consciousness. There's no relaxation. There's just to much reality.
Hilarious! And thought provoking.
I watched a couple of Spaulding's videos before finishing and loved having his voice in my head while reading.
Gray's anatomy pokes fun of being a Middle aged adult. One day, Gray discovers, much to his horror, that when he closes his right eye and looks only through his left, everything appears blurry and distorted. After procrastinating for a year, he talks to some eye doctors, who diagnose his problem as a macular pucker, a condition where some of the middle of the eye dissolves or leaks out, causing the macula, which is at the center of the eye, and is responsible for all detail in sight, to pucker up rather than lie flat. He then goes on a wacky journey to try to fix his problem through many unpredictable ways. The book is very funny and makes you feel like you're in his shoes. A great book.
Another fine monologue that explores the desperate lengths a man will go to deny his mortality. As Spalding Gray's eye becomes infected he trapezes through the five stages of grief for his mortal coil and lands on acceptance in a way only befitting the mad monologist himself. It's very interesting in several of his monologues how Spalding was afraid to die when he was a suicide victim. I can understand now what his family meant when they said that line from Big Fish "A man tells a story so many times he becomes it, and in that way a man is immortal" gave him closure, permissed him to die. For a man who was all stories, Spalding realized he had nothing to fear after all.
BIZARRE book. Memoir-ish style that reminds me of David Sedaris, except that the author is way more unhinged. The bulk of the story is about him trying to fix an eye problem he has. But he grew up as a Christian Scientist, which doesn’t believe in medicine. So he goes on a wild journey of trying to get help in an Indian sweat lodge, a healer that has him palm his eyes, a psychic surgeon in the Philippines that looks like he’s pulling meatballs from peoples bodies, etc. before going back to a surgeon. And then as a side topic his girlfriend of over a decade wants to get married. Truly wild.
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I watched the 1 hr 30 mins documentary special where he reads/performs out his dramatized monologue of this book and it was fantastic. He was funny, dry, and had such a colorful eccentric mind. He was a very interesting man. I am immensely saddened though by the last few years of his life after his car accident in Ireland.. just tragic.
4.0 I think I liked this better because I am starting to understand the rhythm of how Spalding wrote these epic monologues. The humor, the sorrow, the slight madness.
As the author enters the Bermuda Triangle of health he seeks many and varied ways to avoid actually getting medical treatment. A (short)book all men of a certain age should read! SM
Very quick read...probably my favorite Gray monologue after "Sex and Death." He seems a little more human and a little less pretentious and in-crowdesque (always his primary weakness) in "Gray's Anatomy." Would work well on a plane...you can knock it out in a couple of hours.
Anything Spalding is a treat. He weaves his own neurosis into his life experiences with wit as dry as the Gobi. It seems the only way for him to have survived as long as he did. Let it out. His monologues are equally tasty if you want to rent one. He will be missed.
Perhaps Spald's tour-de-force of monologues. Does he or doesn't he get corrective eye surgery? His adventures to that end read like a through the looking glass of hell. His pain, my pleasure.
It was okay, enjoyable. A lot of the humour just wasn't my thing. I didn't love the writing, it was a little amateur and manic. Overall it was enjoyable but not something I would likely read again.