Sylvia Fraser’s “rope”

Sylvia Fraser’s “The Rope in the Water” may yet help me judge her book on her father.

At one time, as I recall reading, there were verbal reports in England from those who had returned from their travels having “witnessed” the “Indian Rope Trick.” One might think of these as on par with an old bachelor’s post-nuptials exaggeration to the boys in the club over cigars, after billiards or with brandy. He draws on his “experience” in pre-nuptial brothels.

Her own account is in the context of “magic or miracle” having seen no fisherman on that one of 3 beaches, just 3 lifeguards. As she proceeds hand-over-hand along that rope, defying a rip-tide, she comes to shore where men presume to have rescued her. She later concludes that there was no rope.

She is correct. It was a line. Those three had become occasional fishers of men (in this case, a woman who might part with 3 X a c-note.)

She admits to paying her pseudo-Ronnie Reagans 100$ and a promise to use her rep to make them remarkable in their fraud. But we also have the hooded cobras. Did you ask yourself about circumcision in that context? Would a Jungian have refrained from such a post-Freudianism?

Is her pretense more troubling here, in “Pandora” or in the Father book? I may start with Germaine Greer’s book of limited knowledge of the Father. Perhaps it will be a trinity before I’m done. But if publishers give authors enough rope …

Anyone who has crossed more than once from Germany into France or from France into Germany by railroad can tell the same travellers’ story of the nearest cafe with facilities. Some things are slow to change. Some things remain rather unmentionable. A matter of experience or taste? Magic or miracle? But still, rely on the global policies for MacDonalds, er, facilities, when in France. Not dependable, merely reliable; but then again, one is not relying on magic or miracle.