

Bear Like Me
by Jonathan Cohen
New York: Southern Tier Editions / Harrington Park Press, 2003.
The author profile does not report that first-time novelist Jonathan
Cohen of Vancouver, Canada was raised on an entertainment diet of “I
Love Lucy” re-runs or was a frequent attendant at Marx Brothers film
festivals, but it is clear that somewhere along the line in his 35
years, he mastered the art of conceiving and writing farce flawlessly.
Cohen’s hero, Peter Mallory, if possible, even tops Lucy as he manages
to move from one self-generated disaster to the next, and his
over-the-top Bearanalia extravaganzas make the classic Marx Brothers
over-filled and ultimately bursting shipboard closet of a room
explosion scenario from “A Night At the Opera” appear limited in
imagination by comparison.
The basic story is simple. Peter Mallory is an upwardly mobile writer
with a lucrative job at the gay society and youth-conscious, “Phag”
magazine, a subsidiary of Queermedia Group, a periodical clearly
patterned after such current fare as Genre and Instinct that caters to
19-23 year-old gay clients and where only one stereotype is acceptable:
youth, youth, youth, perfect skin, bare chests, expensive tastes in
clothes, watches, cars and exotic vacation destinations, plus vacuous
writing that no one ever reads anyway. “Phag’s” models appear to be on
loan from Abercrombie and Fitch catalogs assignments and without an
ounce of extra weight and never, ever, under-any circumstances
revealing any body hair. Waxed, shaven, buffed, blond, affluent and
beautiful is the image of the “Phag” gay hero.
When on the first page of Bear Like
Me, Peter receives an summons to appear before the magazine’s
black-hearted editor and publisher, the lying chiseler Chester
Valentine, he knows the good life as he has known it is galloping to an
abrupt ending. Not only will he be an unemployed writer in an
overcrowded industry, he will no longer be able keep himself let alone
his eye-candy but unemployed sponge of a lover (read terminal graduate
psychology student) in the style to which they have become accustomed.
Enter reliable friend Mac who challenges Peter to stop writing
inconsequential fluff, the staple of “Phag,” and go underground to
explore the burgeoning Bear Culture and write a definitive book about
the growing the culture and mores of gay bears. With no job offers in
sight, Peter acquiesces and exchanges one stereotype for another.
Peter exchanges his Gucci, Prado, and Helmut Lang wardrobe for jeans,
checkered flannel shirts, boots, and wine coolers for bottled beer. He
exchanges his expensive designer hair style for a buzz cut. He allows
his diet, attitudes, girth and expectations to be transformed, and
finally allows his glorious facial hair and thick and lustrous chest
pelt grow in their own, natural masculine ways. The conversion
complete, Peter Mallory enters the Bear World incognito, not as Peter
Mallory “Dan Karn.”
Thanks to Mac’s urging Peter/”Dan” enters the bear ghetto as the newest
bruin on the block, but becoming a member of the bear fraternity is not
at all a smooth ride. In addition to the ever-present risk of being
found “out” as a spy within the Bear Community, Peter loses his twink
of boyfriend who objects to the scratchiness of his newly hirsute
body.
“Dan” as the newest bruin on the block visits one of the de rigueur
bear gathering places, the appropriately named the “Bear Necessities”
an all-purpose bear culture store containing “Bearaphrenalia” that
truly astonishes Peter. Every bear necessity is on display from teddy
bears complete with black leather outfits, bear flags, dildos with the
requisite paw prints and that when picked up intone “Woof! Woof! Woof!”
plus harnesses from size XXL and up, and with the largest set appearing
to have been designed to hold a Clydesdale.” He also quickly
learns
the language of bears. “Woof” can be used as a noun, verb, adjective,
or adverb. In brief, “Dan” is immersed into the world of bears that
is
completely foreign to his former life Peter once knew and took for
granted.
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One of the joys of Cohen’s writing is his merging of the largely
third-person narrative and the first-person bold accounts of the hero’s
ever-growing knowledge of bears in his secret journal. An initial
observations comes directly from Peter log:
In some ways, gay men have it easier in terms of
living the
“gay lifestyle”; they can work at gay companies, eat at gay
restaurants, shop at gay stores, and consume gay-only media.
Bears, on the other hand, are a small minority of the gay community,
and face one of two choices: create their own venues, or co-opt
traditional bastions of heterosexual masculinity (think The Home Depot)
for their own purposes. (p. 71)
No longer recognized by the security guard at his former workplace,
Peter takes on the covert job as a custodian and is clearly up to
mischief as a means of seeking revenge on his vile former boss, Chester
Valentine, a prime mover in the gay media world. Ever clever at
undercover work, but a computer dunce, Peter works his machinations on
the behind-the-scenes dirt at “Phag” magazine and most of Valentine’s
illegal corporate activities.
Along the way, he also meets super “A” –type bear, Ben Conway, a bear’s
dream man, but Ben and “Dan” seem to be at each other’s throats as
often as they place their tongues and other parts in the safe orifices
as they make love. Nothing in the life of “Dan” is going according to
Peter’s plan!
Cohen may not have achieved a grand slam homer of a novel, but at least
credit him with two triples. First, he has written a fast-moving,
hilarious story of a gay man trying to negotiate a world brand new to
him in a story rich in comic stereotypes of conniving, lying and greedy
media moguls, vacuous twinks, bitter but righteous feminists, and a
glorious parade of bruins that demonstrate that even within the gay
bear ghetto that passes for a north woods forest, there is still both
incredible sweetness and vile betrayal. Bear Like Me is a definite page
turner and a quick read to boot. Moreover, Cohen’s novel, while
fiction, is never-the- less fascinating in it spot-on depiction of the
world culture of bears that make up a part of the larger gay community.
Testimony to this latter virtue is found in the lavish praise Bear Like
Me has received from many of the leading bear culture
sociologists who
have written nonfiction scholarly works on the bear culture as well as
bear fiction such as Les Wright (Director, Bear History Project) and
editor and Co-author of nonfiction culture studies of the gay bear
subculture such as The Bear Book (Harrington Press, 1997) and The
Bear
Book II (Hawthorn, 2001); Ray Kampf, author of The Bear Handbook: A
Comprehensive Guide (Haworth, 2000); and Ron Suresha who has written
both bear erotica, Bearotica and scholarship that includes Bears on
Bears: interviews and Discussions (both (Alyson, 2002). Bear Like Me is
praised for its authenticity of bear cultural knowledge that Cohen
slips into his fictional joyride.
It would be unfair to spoil the ending for prospective readers, but
just as Peter Mallory loses his shallow “twink” boyfriend, he achieves
true love in the world of bears. At one point in Peter’s metamorphism
into “Dan” and with specific reference to his added poundage, facial
hair, and hairy chest, he questions his mentor and best friend Mac,
“This will come off, right? After I finish the book, I can lose the
weight, shave the goatee and the chest hair, go back to being me.
Right?”
Mac responds, “The weight will probably come off. But the way you think
about things is probably going to be changed for good.” The Peter
Mallory readers come to love and cherish at the end of his journey
through the bear’s thick forest has a Goldilocks-kind of good feeling
that permeates every funny, frantic, or comedic passage. Even when
Peter tilts on the brink of disaster, Jonathan Cohen’s readers have
come to trust him to provide him with a bear hug and send him safely
and ever deeper into bear country. Any gay Goldilocks will want to take
up permanent residence in Cohen’s deep and dark woods with Baby Bear’s
handsome and hirsute big brother (who’s away at college in that other
tale).
Jerry Flack
Denver, Colorado
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