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But three years later, Harrison is the picture of serenity. Ensconced in the parlor of her giant Victorian house, Harrison exudes a cool confidence. She's recently given birth to her third child, and she is not only on her feet but giving an interview with baby Julia glued to her breast as the dog begs to be fed and the doorbell rings. Her air of efficiency suggests a certain creative overcompensation: Having spent a less than average childhood in a not-quite-nuclear family (raised by Grandma, illicit romance with Dad), she has surrounded herself with the trappings of domesticity. Harrison sees stabilityor at least the veneer of stabilityas part of her job as a parent. She explains sensibly: "If I just lay down in the trash like I sort of feel like doing, the children would be wildly anxious and resentful. You have to keep all the balls in the air and manage everybody's needs."
She may present a portrait of Park Slope perfection, but the fascinations that are byproducts of her vida loca surface in conversation. She's a Cronenberg fan and an aficionado of old medical books ("things like leeching") and it seeps into her work. In the 1993 novel Exposure, the central character is a self-cutter; 1995's Poison bubbles with blood; and her latest novel, The Binding Chair, or A Visit From the Foot Emancipation Society (Random House), revolves around foot bindinga Chinese ritual in which young women's feet were bound and mutilated to make them erotically appealing to men.
Harrison attributes her fixation on all things bloody to a car accident at age five. "My grandfather was driving me to school and wrecked the car," she says. "My mother had moved out maybe six months before and I was completely bereft. I cracked my jawbone and there was blood all over my faceand my mother just materialized. She had been driving to work, saw the car, and pulled over. I began to bleed, and my mother, who had disappeared, reappeared!" Foot binding, she says, is connected to the blood lust: "It's bandaging, it's about destroying or compromising the flesh."
The Binding Chair started out as the story of Harrison's grandmother, who grew up in Shanghai. Because her grandmother died some years ago, Harrison turned to historical research to fill in the gaps. "I came across this old text on the erotic pleasures of the bound foot, and it insinuated itself into my head in a way that was impossible to resist. It was a readily exploitable metaphor because everyone in the book connects to each other based on their particular damage."
The book's heroine, May, is a brazen, modern characterimagine a crippled, Chinese Courtney Love. She evades her fate by escaping from the house of her cruel first husband on the back of a servant and becoming a prostitute. One of May's clients is her future husband Arthur, a member of the Foot Emancipation Society (an antifootbinding group), who finds himself in the grip of his own perversity: "The last loop of cloth fell away from May's foot and revealed a warm claw of flesh, luminous and slick and folded in upon itself. It wriggled slightly, and he let it go, then grasped it again. . . . Arthur's head felt hot inside. The thought sickened him, but he wanted to take the misshapen foot in his mouth. To swallow it, her, whole."
In all of Harrison's novels (and of course in The Kiss), damaged female characters abound. But May's ailment is unusually overtshe is a woman effectively castrated by the male world, a female eunuch. Her drama sometimes feels schematic, like a scenic detour into Women's Studies 101, in which a forgotten woman's history is disinterred and dissected.
Harrison admits to an exhibitionist streakof her five books, two are semiautobiographical novels and one is a soul-scraping memoirbut sees fiction writing as a more subtle process than just oozing onto a page. "May isn't me, but when you write a novel you tend to fracture yourself into various bits and use them. She's vulnerable and damaged and she's not going to let anybody know that. And she's manipulative. She's probably an amalgam of aspects of my personality and my grandmother's. My grandmother was very manipulative. . . . Even if we weren't talking I felt this great sucking presence from the other side of the couch! My mother became an incredibly defensive person who was hidden inside a psychic fortress to keep herself safe from her mother. And I grew up with that same woman."
A lot of writers veer away from making connections between their life and art. But Harrison's childhood seems like her touchstone: All roads lead back to the family romance, so to speak. At one point in our conversation, Harrison mentions that she's always been terrified of twinsa fear stemming from her problem with personal boundariesand goes on to disclose one of her very first memories. "I remember my mother and my grandmother fighting, and my consciously drawing a magic line: This is you, this isn't me, this is me, this is not you," she says, mechanically drawing borderlines in the air.