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                                   March 11, 2004

Looking for Joan Vollmer in the pages of 
"Go" by John Clellon-Holmes (1952):                   The first published  
                                                      novel of the Beats   
It doesn't appear that a Joan Vollmer                 (though not quite a 
figure is on stage, however it seems                  "beat novel" itself).
that the narrator is conducting an                                      
unrequited affair by mail with someone                                  
much like her:                                                          
                                                                        
    It was in one of these classes that he met Liza
  Adler, a fiery, neurotic girl of twenty-four.
    Unhappily married to an officer still in Japan, 
  she had an integrated insolence toward everything 
  which made her insights seem the more brilliant and
  audacious, and her insistence on the fragility of 
  all human relationships profound.  Hobbes was at the mercy
  of his thirst to comprehend "large problems" and was
  wandering form attitude to attitude, searching for 
  what he referred to as a "proper, rational world-view."
  Liza was an alarming experience for him, a fascinating and 
  sickly plant that thrived on the stifling atmosphere of
  argument over coffee and the student's tendency to analyze
  everything and reduce it to a "manifestation" of something
  else.  She was, on top of this, a violent Marxist with 
  a quick, destructive tongue and a mental agility that 
  was new to Hobbes in a woman.
    She battled with him in class, mocked him to his face, 
  asked him openly to have meals with her, attacked him 
  for his "unconscious fascism," doused all his ideas in 
  the cold water of logic, and finally made a class
  confederate of him.

                   p. 33 (Thunder's Mouth Press edition)

                                           
There are also some pretty
funny depictions of
pseudo-intellectuals:                       
                                                                      
                                                    We're told that        
Georgia:                                            Georgia was speaking 
                                                    on "the corruption,    
  "Nothing's *really* healthy anymore, and,         depravity and        
  I must confess, I'm just as glad.  What a         general neuroticism   
  bad sign if it was!  I suppose you'll             of modern life --    
  think that I'm morbidly attracted to evil         the favorite topic       
  like the Baron du Charlus.  But even he           of the tyro at       
  was a moralist of this new kind I was             intellectual parties"
  speaking about, Gene... Well, I don't deny                             
  it.  I'm afraid I like things that                   It's a good thing the 
  are... oh, flushed down the drain, if you            narrator makes it      
  see what I mean."     p.24                           clear that these women 
                                                       are not to be taken 
                                   (The flushed        seriously, or else    
                                    generation?)       their patter could    
                                                       easily be confused    
An anonymous "girl at the bar":                        with the Allen        
                                                       Ginsberg figure.      
  ... and a girl at the bar was berating two boys                            
  for what she called "the lust for absolutes."                      
  There was contempt in her voice, the same                                  
  scathing contempt that roiled back and forth                                
  across the room.  The boys, ill dressed bohemians                       
  who wanted to talk about art, had been involved
  in the subject of "absolutes" against their will
  and sat sullenly, only half-listening.   p. 96


May: 

  Now [Dinah] chatted with the affected May,
  who answered in a shrill voice: 
    "Oh yes, I'm living next door with a
  girl friend, you know.  I really don't
  mind the neighborhood because I think
  everyone should have their year of
  bohemianism -- although, of course, my
  mother would be horrified if she knew         
  I was living in Spanish Harlem. ... "   p. 133
                  

You might notice that these are all women.
There are no male examples like this.

The one example of a genuine female
intellectual is off-stage, a 
ghostly presence...  Joan Vollmer?
                    
                    
                There are a number of nice touches 
                scattered through out "Go". It     
                focuses heavily on the intellectual
                journeys of the young Allen        
                Ginsberg (here called "Sposky").   
                                                   
                While "Go" is a novel of the               
                beats, it has classical                    
                structure.  Throughout, they               
                use looking for Ancke as an         Ancke =
                excuse for scrambling around        Herbert               
                town, ostensibly in search of       Huncke                
                dope.  Ancke actually turns                
                up on Skofsky's doorstep late              
                in the novel, and he's                     
                effectively been living on                 
                the street, strung-out,                    
                coming down, his feet are a                
                mess from continual walking.               
                He's got nothing for anyone.               
                                                           
                                                           
                    Except for Ginsberg, he's got          
                    wisdom of a sort, and rambles on       
                    about the death of the ego; and        
                    perhaps helps Ginsberg understand      
                    a bit about how his own polemics           
                    have been bound up in his own ego...         
                    
                   
                                          

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