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This book, about ballet and beauty, philosophy and family, reinforces Amy Fusselmans status as one of our best interrogators of how we live now. Dave Eggers
Leaping from ballet to quilt making, from The Nutcracker to an Annie-B Parson interview, Idiophone is a strikingly original meditation on risk-taking and provocation in art and a unabashedly honest, funny, and intimate consideration of art-making in the context of motherhood, and motherhood in the context of addiction.
Amy Fusselmans compact, beautifully digressive essay feels both surprising and effortless, fueled by broad-ranging curiosity, and, fundamentally, joy.
Fusselman bounds with great dexterity from theme to themecovering topics including addiction, motherhood, gender, and artuntil she has transformed the traditional essay into something far wilder and more alive. Publishers Weekly, starred review
No one acrobats between beauty, confession, rueful humor, and deep insight with such amazing trapeze-y ease as Amy Fusselman. John Hodgman

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Copyright 2018 by Amy Fusselman Cover design by Kyle G Hunter Book design by - photo 1
Copyright 2018 by Amy Fusselman Cover design by Kyle G Hunter Book design by - photo 2Copyright 2018 by Amy Fusselman Cover design by Kyle G Hunter Book design by - photo 3 Copyright 2018 by Amy Fusselman Cover design by Kyle G. Hunter Book design by Connie Kuhnz Author photograph Frank Snider Coffee House Press books are available to the trade through our primary distributor, Consortium Book Sales & Distribution, . Coffee House Press is a nonprofit literary publishing house. Support from private foundations, corporate giving programs, government programs, and generous individuals helps make the publication of our books possible. We gratefully acknowledge their support in detail in the back of this book. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA Names: Fusselman, Amy, author.

Title: Idiophone / Amy Fusselman. Description: Minneapolis: Coffee House Press, 2018. Identifiers: LCCN 2017040748 | ISBN 9781566895217 (eBook) Classification: LCC PS3606.U86 I35 2018 | DDC 813/.6dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017040748 25 24 23 22 21 20 19 18 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 For FrankTable of Contents Guide CONTENTS I cant sleep in this uncomfortable New York - photo 4 Table of Contents

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CONTENTS I cant sleep in this uncomfortable New York City cab. It keeps moving. Its like the bed in The Nutcracker. You cant sleep in it, you can only pass out in it. Plus, its on a battlefield.

I am tired of battlefields. I am tired of going to sleep like Im in a war. I am tired of fighting to do what I want. I am tired of fighting to do what I want and then fighting to sleep. I want it all, boy. I want to drink a beer.

I would so love to drink a beer. I had my last beer over twenty-five years ago. I cant drink a beer now and sleep. I cant drink a beer now and fight the good fight. I dont want to read or write about the fight between drinking and not drinking. I want to read about what people do after they stop fighting that fight.

I want to read about a woman parking her fluffy white bed at an odd angle and leaving the motor running and dashing into the deli to get a coffee light and sweet and then coming out and driving her bed down the West Side Highway with the lace bed skirt flying and the bed pirouetting in the snow. I want to be still like the world in snow. I want to be still like the wooden nutcracker I saw backstage at Lincoln Center, standing on the shelf beside his identical brothers. I didnt know the nutcracker had identical brothers, but when I saw them together it made perfect sense. More nutcrackers are needed in case one gets broken. One always gets broken.

I want to be still and not break. I want to be still and multiply. I want to see double and triple because I am quadruple. I want to quintuple. I want to sextuple while I sit on a throne watching candy and coffee dance for me. I want to do what I want in a world that does not seem to want me to do what I want.

I want to not have to fight. I want my mother to stop rabbit-punching me from the assisted-living center in Tampa. I want my mother to stop reaching her skinny ninety-year-old arm across the country to rabbit-punch me in my sleep. I want to sleep a sleep thats like snow. I want to be safe and warm like a rabbit in a hat. I want to be safe and warm in a hat listening to my magician intone, and then I want to come out of the hat with his soft gloved hands on my ears and the light all around me.

I want to be in a circle of light that is not moving, that is protecting me. I want to feel the world move, every bit of the world, which is always fighting to live. I want to get out of the cab and walk up the steps and stand in the light of the doorway with my key out. I want to open the door and get out of this world. I want to get out of this world that is always at war. I want to get out of this world that I havent been drunk in.

I want to drink in a new world. I want to drink in a world that has colored lights and music like a holiday party. The most impressive dancer in The Nutcracker is the tree. The most thrilling part of The Nutcracker is when the tree grows to the music. As the tree grows, the set changes: what was once a home decorated for a holiday party becomes a battlefield. It is so unbelievably easy for one world to turn into another.

In my backstage tour of The Nutcracker at Lincoln Center, I saw the giant tree as it was being folded up for a new performance. The tree is like an accordion that sits in a box under the stage until its time for it to grow. When the moment in the music comes, wires pull it up to the ceiling and it unfolds in its glory. As I watched the tree being compacted, I was sprinkled with some of its snow. The snow was made of small, iridescent paper circles. I put a bit in my coat pocket and kept it there all winter as a lucky charm.

I would put my freezing, gloveless hand in my pocket and feel the snow and think, Ballerinas stepped on this, and that thought would almost warm me. The stagehand taking the tree down told me that sometimes the ballerinas slip and fall on the snow. In the ten-plus years I have been going to see The Nutcracker at Lincoln Center, I have never seen a ballerina slip and fall. I stood and watched the tree until it was completely in its box. I stood and watched the tree until it was ready to go. I am in this world, but sometimes I feel other ones pulling at me.

There was a time when I was small and my mother was huge. There was a time when I was tiny and my mother was huge and horrible and filled with light. There was a time when parties formed around my mother and shiny boxes were laid at her feet and the windows were opened and closed for her and mice scurried in front of and behind her. There was a time when trombone slides would glide up and down in skittish ecstasy when my mother walked down the street. Now my mother is frail. Now my mother is getting smaller.

Now my mothers bed is moving and she cannot sleep. It is so unbelievably easy for one world to turn into another. For a long time I admired The Nutcracker simply because of its storyline, which, from my viewings, I understood to be this: Maries family has a holiday party. Maries magic, eye-patched Uncle Drosselmeier comes and gives her a toy nutcracker. Maries brother, Fritz, breaks the toy nutcracker. Marie is upset, and after the party she goes to sleep with the broken nutcracker in the living room.

Uncle Drosselmeier comes and fixes the nutcracker while Marie is asleep. Uncle Drosselmeier leaves. Everything becomes awake. The Christmas tree becomes gigantic. The toy nutcracker becomes Marie-size. Marie-size mice scurry around the living room.

The Marie-size Nutcracker, along with Marie-size toy soldiers, a Marie-size bunny-drummer, and Marie herself, battle the Marie-size mice. Marie throws her shoe at the king of the mice, which creates a distraction that enables the Nutcracker to kill the king with his sword. Marie passes out in a frilly white bed. The white bed dances. The white bed dances in a snowstorm. Marie wakes up.

The Nutcracker reveals himself to be a prince. Marie and the prince travel to a magical land of sweets. The Sugarplum Fairy dances for them. Angels dance for them. Candy canes dance for them. Marzipan dances for them.

Mother Ginger dances for them. Polichinelles dance for them. Hot chocolate dances for them. Tea dances for them. Coffee dances for them. Flowers dance for them.

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