“Support
Group” consists of a monologue, spoken by Jules, a neurotic compulsive
masturbator. The story deals with self-loathing and selfishness. Jules is
someone utterly lacking in perspective. The worst thing about his story is that
he’s telling someone about it. That’s one of my favorite parts about it. Everyone
involved with this story wishes it weren’t happening. This story is weird. It
is physically uncomfortable to read. I feel like I am looking into something
terrible and strange. These are its best features. Much of the story’s tension
arises from wondering what atrocious thing Jules would say next, which allows the
story to be effective without a clearly delineated arc. You convey Jules’ dysfunction
well. You convey so much so much self-loathing and despondency in the last line
of the first page. “I am really stupid.” The story’s lack of context works in
its favor. It contributes to its disassociated, surreal tone, which is
complemented by the narrator’s consistent voice. The story is as bizarre to the reader as it is
for the unseen audience. I like that you do not describe the audience’s
reaction. We have a pretty good idea of how people would respond to this speech, and letting us as readers
imagine the audience’s responseis very effective.
I am
not sure of the overall idea of the story. It seems that you’re saying a
restrictive, shamed view of sex trivializes truly destructive behavior, but
that was not readily apparent. I think this story is potentially alienating,
and making clear your satirical intentions (if you have them) could make it
more palatable. I would like to see why Jules acts the way he does. Were his
parents overbearing? Religious? Disinterested? Were they aggressively Freudian psychologists?
Jules
stays about the same throughout the story. It seems like the various stories he
tells only reinforce characteristics we find out quickly. I think revealing the
extent of Jules’ dysfunction more slowly, over the course of the story, would
make a change more obvious.
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