Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

Until she meets Louise - who is married, and dying. 'Written on the Body' is no exception - and may be one of my favorites by her to date.Our unnamed narrator, which (given Winterson's own story - told in memior form in 'Why Be Happy When You Could be Normal? and in fictionalized form in 'Oranges Aren't The Only Fruit,)appears to be a fictionalized version of Winterson herself, is more interested in the opening passion of relationships than buying in to a long lasting love. She is an author I probably wouldn't have found otherwise, yet I thoroughly enjoy everything I read by her. (Feb.Jeanette Winterson is definitely a prime example of why I continue to read books from the list of 1,001 books to read before you die. For Louise-and the narrator's love for her-never seems quite real in this cold-hearted novel love itself, however eloquently expressed, is finally nothing more than a product of the imagination.

Did I invent her?'' One wonders, as Winterson intends, and then wonders some more. ``It's as if Louise never existed,'' the narrator observes, ``like a character in a book. Winterson manipulates gender expertly here, but her real achievement is her manipulation of genre : the capacious first-person narration, now addressed to the reader, now to the lover, enfolds aphorisms, meditations on extracts from an anatomy textbook, and essayistic riffs on science, virtual reality and the art of fiction (``I don't want to reproduce, I want to create something entirely new''). Rather, she teases readers out of their expectations about women and men and romance: Louise calls the narrator ``the most beautiful creature male or female that I have ever seen,'' and the narrator observes, ``I thought difference was rated to be the largest part of sexual attraction but there are so many things about us that are the same.'' When the narrator breaks off the affair after learning that Louise has cancer-only her husband can cure her-the work turns into a eulogy for lost love. This scenario seems obvious enough, but Winterson never reveals whether the narrator is male or female. Louise is unhappily married to a workaholic cancer researcher, so the narrator leads her into a sexually combative affair. The narrator, a lifelong philanderer (``I used to think marriage was a plate-glass window just begging for a brick''), has fallen in love with Louise, a pre-Raphaelite beauty.

This fourth effort from British writer Winterson ( Sexing the Cherry ) is a high-concept erotic novelette, a Vox for the postmarital crowd.

Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson