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I was 21-years-old when Erica Jong's FEAR OF FLYING was published, and I remember being mesmerized by the way she wrote about sex. This was 1973, and while the woman's movement was definitely going strong, female sexuality was still something mysterious and not totally acceptable to talk about. But Jong's narrator, Isadora Wing, longed for what she called the "zipless ****," a spontaneous sexual encounter with a nameless stranger that would be pure experience without attachments, strings, or obligations. And now, over four decades later, Jong revisits Isadora's world in FEAR OF DYING, which focuses on the vast changes in women's lives as we grow old and face our own mortality. This time, the narrator is 60-year-old Vanessa Wonderman, a "darling friend" of Isadora's who is dealing with her aging parents, her 85-year-old husband, and a beloved standard poodle also nearing his end. The story Vanessa tells is somber and difficult, but also uplifting and affirming in surprising ways. I'm just a few years older than Vanessa, and I totally identify with her struggles to deal with her dying parents, her fears about her husband's health issues, and her oddly beautiful attachment to her poodle Belinda. It's just the sex talk that doesn't quite work for me this time around. And there's lot of it!

The one thing I remember most about FEAR OF FLYING was what happened when Isadora finally found herself in a position to experience the "zipless ****." Instead of leaping into it with open arms, she rebuffed the stranger's advances, realizing only much later that she had missed her chance. In FEAR OF DYING, Vanessa is a former soap opera actress who has had many zipless experiences, as well as countless "zipped-up" ones. She's been married several times, had an abundance of lovers, and sees herself as a sexually free woman. She's also super wealthy, as is her billionaire husband. But as she watches her parents grow weaker and weaker in their final months of life, it's sex she hopes will save her from the "fear of dying." She runs an ad on a fantasy sex website. She contacts former lovers. What does she want, Jong asks? "I wanted sex to prove that I would never die," Vanessa says.

Like Vanessa and Isadora (and like Erica Jong), I've changed a lot in the past 40-plus years. What titillated and intrigued me in 1973 doesn't quite do the same today. I, too, am dealing with the end of my parents' lives. Like Vanessa's Asher, my own husband has health issues that threaten to cut short his life. And my own beloved cat (like Vanessa's dog, Belinda) is showing signs that her life, too, may be nearing its end. It's all very hard, and very real, and very much a part of all of our lives. But I can't quite identify with Vanessa's delight in sexual dalliances, her love of sexually charged words I can't imagine using in casual speech, or her conviction that through orgasm she can immunize herself against death. The novel's first line is, "I used to love the power I had over men," which is all about sex. By the end, however, Vanessa realizes that "We give [sex] much more power than it perhaps deserves."

I loved parts of FEAR OF DYING, because it spoke to me of things I, myself, am pondering these days. What gives us purpose? How can we forgive ourselves our shortcomings? How can we forgive those who have hurt us? And how can we face the end of life, when we're never quite sure what living is in the first place? As Vanessa finally says, "Death is fearlessness. It's the anticipation of our dying that's the problem." In some ways, Vanessa begins this novel believing that life is a huge joke, with death as its ultimate punch line. She longs for sex as a means of anesthetizing herself against the punch in the gut she knows will eventually come. But she learns pretty much the same thing her friend Isadora did years before - life and death are the same thing. The very act of living is also the act of dying, since every step we take, every move we make, brings us that much closer to the end. It's not sex that ends up saving Vanessa, but living. "Don't be afraid," Jong tells us. "Fear is a waste of life." And that is something we can all celebrate.

This is an intelligent and literary novel with a believable and identifiable protagonist. She may be a bit more sexually super-charged than many of us in our sixties, but her journey is in many ways all of ours. I do recommend FEAR OF DYING.

I read Erica Jong's Fear of Flying and How to Save Your Own Life as a young feminist at the time they were published. I loved both books. I thought they were witty, insightful, well-constructed and well-written, and just all-around fun, terrific reads. I could quote from both of them. When I saw that Jong had published Fear of Dying I bought it eagerly. What a disappointment! This book is long, vapid, narcissistic, rambling and - ultimately - utterly boring. Vanessa, the main character, is not believable. And if Jong is depicting a real person, this isn't someone I would be interested in knowing anything about. I also consider it to be very sloppy writing which shows little respect for the reader. It's repetitive. It's redundant. Its lengthy musings wander in a disorganized fashion. It's presumptuous. Jong employs a great deal of generalization and claims to speak for all women. There's little evidence of an editorial hand. It's hard not to be think that Jong and her publisher hoped to cash in on her former success.and that this book was written quickly in order to do so.
I want to note something else that I haven't seen mentioned in other reviews. Jong gets alot wrong about Jewish ritual observance, sacred text and liturgy. I cringed as I read some of her pronouncements. Her portrayal of Judaism is embarrassing to those who are actually Jewishly literate, treasure Judaism, and work hard to make themselves knowledgeable about it. Just because she writes about Judaism doesn't mean she actually knows what she's talking about. (She doesn't.) Who on earth edited this?

I should have read the reviews before ordering it. My opinion of this book is that it is a self indulgent exercise by the author in milking money from the reading public by playing on the title of her most well known work, Fear of Flying. The protagonist is hard to relate to. After all, how many of us have hugely successful careers in show business (TV soaps mostly), a billionaire adoring husband who is fine with her finding lovers right and left, so rich she has homes (5 if I remember correctly) in places like Paris, New York, etc. and a private jet to transport her wherever she chooses. BUT, is still whining and complaining about various "problems" to her BFF, a character, Isadora Wing, from Jong's first book. I could go on and on but you get the idea. I gave it 2 stars because I did finish reading it but was gritting my teeth with exasperation much of the time. Not recommended.

The first part of the book was good but it deteriorated toward the last section. Very cliche ending....go to India and find enlightenment...not believable given the characters in the story who suddenly, after a a life of superficial values, suddenly become wise. Also shows a lack of basic knowledge of Hinduism eg. mistaking Shiva for Krishna! Disappointing.

I really wanted to like this book. I kept hoping that it would get better. It never got better. I liked "Fear of Flying" and hoped this book would be just as good. Instead, it is a platform for Ms. Jong to share her various anxieties about growing older. Unlike Nora Ephron, who handled the subject of aging with great aplomb and humor, Ms. Jong's attempts fall flat and reveal much narcissism.