Democratic candidate for Senate from Virginia wrote about father putting 4-year old sons penis in his mouth, but insists it's "not a sexual act"

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The campaign of Republican Sen. George Allen on Thursday released excerpts from some of the war novels Webb wrote between 1978 and 2002. The books include some graphic sexual passages, as well as frequent uses of a racial slur for blacks and descriptions of Vietnamese women as "monkey-faced."

Among the excerpts is a scene from the 2002 novel "Lost Soldiers," in which a man embraces his four-year-old son and places the boy's ####### in his mouth.

Webb said the release of the excerpts was "a Karl Rove campaign tactic" and a "classic example of the way this campaign has worked. It's smear after smear."

He defended his fiction as "illuminative."

"It's not a sexual act," Webb told Plotkin regarding the "Lost Soldiers" excerpt. "I actually saw this happen in a slum in Bangkok when I was there as a journalist."

"The duty of a writer is to illuminate his surroundings," he added.

http://www.cnsnews.com/ViewPolitics.asp?Pa...L20061027c.html

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sounds like a sex act to me..unless your using bill clinton definition

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sounds like a sex act to me..unless your using bill clinton definition

What if it really isn't a sex act in south east asia? Maybe there's it's like shaking hands. Making shaking hands in south east asia is what sucking dikc is here.

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"Lost Soldiers" is a strong and unusual novel. On its face, it is a standard tale of intrigue, adventure and mystery. James Webb has written a well-plotted story about Americans and Vietnamese in Vietnam more than a quarter-century after the war's end. You want to know what will happen next: You will not be disappointed.

Yet, in retrospect, the plot fades away, and what the reader remembers most is the deep pull of affection the Americans feel for Vietnam and the Vietnamese. It's not just that love that comes through; there is also powerful nostalgia for lost youth, friends dead, forever-missed possibilities of life.

"Lost Soldiers," then, turns out to be a war story and a love story in which the dominant tones are sweetness and sadness. Webb, a decorated Marine in the war and the author of "Fields of Fire," is a former secretary of the Navy and assistant secretary of defense. He knows what he writes about. His American characters are well-drawn, if on occasion exaggerated for novelistic effect. There is a slightly comic anthropologist who examines the bones of missing soldiers and airmen turned over to the Americans long after the war. There is a smart, tough and authentic Marine general.

And there is the hero, Brandon Condley, first a Marine in Vietnam, then a CIA agent there, then, after the war, unwilling to go home, he becomes a knockabout in Southeast Asia, doing security work for private firms. Now, 30 years after the fall of Saigon ( Webb, authentically, writes it as Saigon, and he calls the country Viet Nam), he is again working for the CIA--the "Agency"--helping with the bones. Before long, it is not just bones he is looking for, but living Americans, especially a deserter who went over to the Communist side and is still living.

That is the plot. Webb sets it in motion, moves it along and wraps it up in a satisfactory way. Yet it is the atmosphere, the enveloping scene of Vietnamese people and places, at which Webb excels. His rendering of Americans in modern Asia is reminiscent of Joseph Conrad's portraits of Westerners in the East a century ago, attracted, mystified, affected by--yet not wholly understanding--this strange world in which they moved.

Webb's Condley had, years ago, tragically loved a Vietnamese woman and, more recently, another one. "But no woman could ever fully own his heart," Webb writes. "Because he would always be in love with Vietnam. ... it dangled its mysteries before him, puzzles that only deepened every time he tried to solve them. It embraced him so tightly that in a way he had become it, looking out at the rest of the world from inside its eyes...."

"Brandon Condley loved Saigon," Webb writes. "It was the museum of his own heart"--a city of crumbling yellow French buildings, beggars, food cooked on the streets, crowded markets, swank automobiles, old Asia and new Asia tumbled together.

It is not, of course, just the picturesque sights of Asia that enchant Condley, but the people who inhabit them. Webb's Vietnamese elders, men and women, are convincing. His portrait of a Vietnamese colonel who was on the other--victorious--side is quite plausible.

Webb's most ambitious Vietnamese character is Dzung, once an airborne soldier for the Republic of Vietnam and the son of one of its generals. After re-education by the Communists, he is now merely the driver of a ciglo, a bicycle that carries a passenger for hire. Lovingly drawn, Dzung is Condley's Vietnamese alter ego, perhaps his better half, because Dzung has a wife, children and the responsibility of providing for them, and Condley is alone. If the reader has any reservations about the wholly admirable Dzung, it may be because he stands very much in relation to Condley as, in the American sense, Little Brother to Big Brother.

But, in the end, that was the limitation to the American-Vietnamese relationship throughout the war, wasn't it? America was Big Brother to South Vietnam's Little Brother, and we knew that we knew best. The delicacy of Webb's portrayal of Dzung conveys the suggestion, without ever saying so, that perhaps we didn't. "Lost Soldiers" pays homage to the Vietnamese and to the Americans whose lives were entangled and, so often, lost in that long ago and far away war.

Copyright 2001 Los Angeles Times

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Steve, got an independant thought of your own, or are you just going to post article after article which you agree with?

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Steven,

I don't consider the fact that he wrote novels with explicit sex newsworthy. Lots of novels have sex.

It is newsworthy, however, when a politician comes on American talk radio and says the act of a man putting his sons ####### in his mouth is "not a sex act".

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Steven,

I don't consider the fact that he wrote novels with explicit sex newsworthy. Lots of novels have sex.

It is newsworthy, however, when a politician comes on American talk radio and says the act of a man putting his sons ####### in his mouth is "not a sex act".

hmm..i not familar with any culture where that is hello unless it is the hooker culture with a $20 attached

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More excerpts from Webb's writings, courtesy the Drudge Report.

– Lost Soldiers: “A shirtless man walked toward them along a mud pathway. His muscles were young and hard, but his face was devastated with wrinkles. His eyes were so red that they appeared to be burned by fire. A naked boy ran happily toward him from a little plot of dirt. The man grabbed his young son in his arms, turned him upside down, and put the boy’s ####### in his mouth.”

Bantam Books, NY, 1st Edition, 2001, (hard cover), page 333.

Quote is from para. 10,.Chap. 34.

– Something to Die For: "Fogarty . . . watch[ed] a naked young stripper do the splits over a banana. She stood back up, her face smiling proudly and her round breasts glistening from a spotlight in the dim bar, and left the banana on the bar, cut in four equal sections by the muscles of her #######."

William Morrow and Company, Inc., NY 1991, 1st Ed. (hardcover), p. 36.

Avon Books, New York, 1992 (Mass-Market paperback edition), p. 35

Quote is from para. 29, Chap. 2 “The South China Sea,”, Section 2

– A Country Such as This: "[He] could see Jawbone and Ashley Asthmatic [two guards at a Vietnamese prison camp] napping together in the grass. They faced inward, their arms entwined. It looked like they were masturbating each other. It didn't surprise him. … It was common to see men holding hands, embracing, playing with each other. Some of them [the guards] had wanted him. He could tell in those evanescent moments between his bao cao bow, the obligatory deference when a guard entered his cell, and the first word or blow that followed it… Quick, grinding voices, turgid with repressed passion. An exploratory reaching of the hand near his groin…”

Doubleday & Co., Garden City, NY, 1983 (hardcover); page 396.

Bluejacket Books, 2001 (Trade paperback edition), page 396

Page numbers are the same in the Naval Institute Press (paperback) edition, 1983.

Quote is from fifth para, Part 5 “A Country Such As This,” Chap. 24, Section 1

– A Sense of Honor: “Nurse Goodbody, dark and voluptuous (Lenahan had forgotten her actual name, it was something long and Italian), was a bedtime friend to many of the doctors in Bethesda. She had hinted to Lenahan that she simply could not contain herself. Doctors tending to patients, she explained, aroused her. Morphine Mary (again Lenahan could not remember her exact name) was a thin, nervous drill sergeant type, a disciplinarian who did not allow her patients even to complain. Lenahan was convinced that Morphine Mary did not even sleep with her husband. She wasn’t bad looking, he mused again, staring at her thin frame. If she’d just get laid every now and then she’d mellow out and stop being such a damn witch.” (p. 164) (Lenahan brings Goodbody home with him and has sex, pp. 188-190)

Prentice-Hall, New York, 1981 (hardcover)

Bantam, New York, 1982 (Mass-Market paperback edition), p. 164

Trade paperback edition, Bluejacket Books, 1995, p. 164

Quote is from fourth para in Part 3, “Chapter 4:1600”

– Something to Die For: "[Fogarty] has been thinking of the firm, springy skin and the sweet smells of a young Filipina woman named Maria in whose bed he had spent three nights almost twenty years ago. . . . She was a deliciously bad young woman. . . . On the second night, he had brought her a box of Godiva chocolates . . . . he had awakened to find her in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with her knees underneath her chin, eating chocolates and counting her rosary beads as she prayed."

William Morrow and Company, Inc., NY 1991, 1st Ed. (hardcover), p. 32.

Avon Books New York, 1992 (Mass-Market paperback edition), p. 30

Quote is from third para in Chapter 2 “South China Sea,”, Part 2

– Something to Die For: "We're on our way to becoming the world's recreational center, a nation [uSA] not to be taken seriously. Where are we still the undisputed leader? Music. Movies. Fast food. Drugs. . . . the billboards fifty years from now as you come over the bridge and stop at the tollbooths outside Manhattan: A smiling beautiful naked woman, and the sign saying AMERICAN A$$ IS OUR MOST IMPORTANT PRODUCT."

William Morrow and Company, Inc., NY 1991, 1st Ed. (hardcover), p. 199.

Avon Books New York, 1992 (Mass-Market paperback edition), p. 237

Quote is from para. 38, Chap. 13, Part 1, (five paras before Part 2).

– Fields of Fire: Snake (the protagonist) sees his mother on the bed: "She looked as if she were carefully attempting to re-create a picture from some long-forgotten men's magazine . . . . She was naked underneath the robe . . . . and the robe fell loosely away, revealing her. Snake shrugged resignedly."

Prentice-Hall, New York, 1978 (Hardcover, 1st edition), p. 8

Bantam Books "mass market [paperback] edition" published in Sept. 2001. p. 9.

Quote is from paragraphs 18-23, Part 1 “The Best We Have”, Section 1

(NOTE: Part 1 is after the Prologue)

– Fields of Fire: "He saw the invitation with every bouncing breast and curved hip. . . . He was thirteen. . . . She was fifteen . . . . In a few moments she drew him to her and he murmured in his quiet voice, 'I am still small.' 'You are large enough,' she answered. And he found he was."

Prentice-Hall, New York, 1978 (Hardcover, 1st edition), pp. 211-212

Bantam Books "mass market [paperback] ed." published in Sept. 2001, pp. 280-81.

Quote is from paragraphs 8-20, Part 2 “The End of the Pipeline,” Chapter 24

– A Sense of Honor: “… that is, if you knew who your sister was, Brustein, and if she’d been born with anything between her legs except an a$$hole, I’d be happy to bring some class to your low-rent name by knocking the b1tch up.” (p. 223)

Prentice-Hall, New York, 1981 (hardcover)

Bantam, New York, 1982 (Mass-Market paperback edition), p. 223

Trade paperback edition, Bluejacket Books, 1995, p. 223

Quote is from 17th para in Part 4, “Chapter 7:1930”

– A Sense of Honor: “You wouldn’t have believed it, Swede. She just dropped her britches and lifted up her skirt and pissed like a man. Didn’t lose a drop, either. Not a drop.” (p. 183)

Prentice-Hall, New York, 1981 (hardcover)

Bantam, New York, 1982 (Mass-Market paperback edition), p. 183

Trade paperback edition, Bluejacket Books, 1995, p. 183

Quote is from 23rd para in Part 3, “Chapter 8: 2300”

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Steven,

I don't consider the fact that he wrote novels with explicit sex newsworthy. Lots of novels have sex.

It is newsworthy, however, when a politician comes on American talk radio and says the act of a man putting his sons ####### in his mouth is "not a sex act".

I agree...however, I was curious about who he is and what kind of fiction he writes. I'm even more than curious as to the context by which he said that. Do you have a copy of the transcript? What did he actually say and how it was said makes a big difference. I'm not defending the guy - I had no idea who he was until you posted this article, but I'm sure there's more to what he said and I'll give this decorated war veteran the benefit of the doubt until it is obvious that the guy is way off the deep end.

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... it is obvious that the guy is way off the deep end.

I don't think he's necessarily off the deep end. He claims (in the article I linked to) that he saw this happen and was merely writing about what he saw. Fair enough. Lots of things happen in this world and writers write about it. Ok. Fine. But he's running for Senate. He's running against Mr. Macaca himself. He can win this thing. But then he goes on talk radio in a state like Virginia and says ####### and incest are not sexual. Sounds to me like he doesn't wanna win.

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He and Putin should get together.

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sounds like a sex act to me..unless your using bill clinton definition

What if it really isn't a sex act in south east asia? Maybe there's it's like shaking hands. Making shaking hands in south east asia is what sucking dikc is here.

it is a sex act in my book!!

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... it is obvious that the guy is way off the deep end.

I don't think he's necessarily off the deep end. He claims (in the article I linked to) that he saw this happen and was merely writing about what he saw. Fair enough. Lots of things happen in this world and writers write about it. Ok. Fine. But he's running for Senate. He's running against Mr. Macaca himself. He can win this thing. But then he goes on talk radio in a state like Virginia and says ####### and incest are not sexual. Sounds to me like he doesn't wanna win.

That's what I was thinking - very stupid thing to say, and even more troubling if he believes that. Again, I honestly haven't been following the individual races. I knew about Allen and his macaca remark, but not about his opponent. Sigh...the lunacy never ends.

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Good grief. Read the excerpt in Gupt's post.

– Lost Soldiers: “A shirtless man walked toward them along a mud pathway. His muscles were young and hard, but his face was devastated with wrinkles. His eyes were so red that they appeared to be burned by fire. A naked boy ran happily toward him from a little plot of dirt. The man grabbed his young son in his arms, turned him upside down, and put the boy’s ####### in his mouth.”

I'd like to see the following paragraph but it doesn't sound like it was a "sex act". It sounds like roughly the equivalent of blowing raspberries on a kid's stomach. Obviously it's not something one would do here but in the context it's not so outrageous.

If the conservatives are going to scrutinize every sentence written by a novelist, it's a good thing Shakespeare isn't running for office.

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