lukas, March 5, 2008 (view all comments by lukas)
Now that she's a big shot, Oscar winning screenwriter (heavens to blog!), check out Diablo Cody (not, unfortunately, her real name) in her stripper days. Did you know she used to be a stripper? Color me a sea monkey! This amusing and charming memoir details her year in the flesh trade, which is a natural segue into Hollywood. Diablo means devil, by the way.
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Julia Callahan, February 16, 2008 (view all comments by Julia Callahan)
Anthropological stripping is Diablo Cody's chosen profession, or it was before she became a big hit screenwriter. Quirky wit that she's becoming known for makes this book an absolute pleasure to read. She's fearless in what she'll discuss. She obviously is very ambivalent about the actual profession of stripping and its implications for women, but she has utmost respect for her fellow strippers...just don't call it exotic dancing. It's not hard to see why she's making waves in Hollywood...and why she's soon to win a little gold statue.
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"Publishers Weekly Review"
by Publishers Weekly,
"Why, you might ask, would a healthy, college-educated young woman start stripping for a living, when she could work in a nice, clean office? Cody, now an arts editor for Minneapolis's alternative weekly, had spent her whole life (all 24 years) 'choking on normalcy, decency and Jif sandwiches with the crusts amputated.' When she moved from Chicago to Minnesota to live with the new boyfriend she'd found on the 'World Wide Waste of Time,' she took a job at an ad agency — a setup with good 'porn shui' (desk well angled for undetected online porn surfing) but not much else. Attracted by a local bar's amateur stripping contest, Cody soon moved from stage stripping to lap dancing, from tableside to bedside customer service and, finally, peep-show sex. Removing her clothes and dry-humping strangers in sex clubs had become her way of escaping premature respectability. Quite inexplicably, her boyfriend was completely cool with her new occupation, even joining her on occasional sex jaunts. When the inevitable burnout set in, Cody switched to phone sex, until that, too, got old, and the 9-to-5 straight world beckoned. Cody's so alarmingly entertaining, readers will wish the book were longer, though they'll be glad it ends before anything really ugly happens. Agent, Paula Balzer. (Jan.)" Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
by Los Angeles Times,
"Cody's prose snaps like a garter belt. She tosses around metaphors like a bachelor with a roll of singles....For those of us who have stared, transfixed, from a distance, wondering how the air is up there, Candy Girl is a bracing lungful."
by Minneapolis Star Tribune,
"Even if Candy Girl lays bare some not-so-sweet realities of the city's seedier side, this highly readable, hard-gyrating memoir will heat up a few frigid January nights."
by Lily Burana, author of Strip City: A Stripper's Farewell Journey Across America,
"Diablo Cody is to stripping what Chuck Klosterman is to pop culture and Sarah Vowell is to American history....Candy Girl is fiendishly funny, muscle-car fast, and frighteningly...accurate."
Decreed by David Letterman to be the pick of "Dave's Book Club 2006," Candy Girl is the story of a young writer who dares to bare it all as a stripper.
Decreed by David Letterman (tongue in cheek) on CBS TVs The Late Show to be the pick of Daves Book Club 2006, Candy Girl is the story of a young writer who dared to bare it all as a stripper. At the age of twenty-four, Diablo Cody decided there had to be more to life than typing copy at an ad agency. She soon managed to find inspiration from a most unlikely source— amateur night at the seedy Skyway Lounge. While she doesnt take home the prize that night, Diablo discovers to her surprise the act of stripping is an absolute thrill.
This is Diablos captivating fish-out-of-water story of her yearlong walk on the wild side, from quiet gentlemens clubs to multilevel sex palaces and glassed-in peep shows. In witty prose she gives readers a behind-the-scenes look at this industry through a writers keen eye, chronicling her descent into the skin trade and the effect it had on her self-image and her relationship with her now husband.
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