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The kids get in line like they've had Hostess cupcakes for breakfast. It's the paradox of teaching, the more creative you are, the more animated your students become. This class is vibrating by the time Camille stands next to me. "Thanks," she says, taking a deep breath.
Sex, the comedy, was trademark McCarthy. From her first semi-fictional outing, The Company She Keeps,McCarthy refused to present screwing through the soft focus lens of romanticism. One of the funnier lines in How I Grew is McCarthy's description of penetration the "first" time she lost her virginity as "perhaps a slight sense of being stuffed." And yet, in the closing pages of Intellectual Memoirs, we are asked to accept that she, who had by then taken up and discarded scores of lovers, married Edmund Wilson in part as "punishment" for having "gone to bed with him."