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EL TAMAÑO DE MI MUNDO

The Size of My World
Syd Krochmalny
The Size of My World is a vertiginous novel that blends autobiography, social inquiry, and fiction. Through the voice of Ulises del Toro —stripper, model, would-be celebrity, and survivor of Buenos Aires’ urban margins— the book reconstructs a life marked by desire, the body, and power. Told through diaries, memories, conversations, television transcripts, and scenes from the nightlife, it portrays a generation striving to rise within a system that devours everything: fame, sex, money, and politics.
Krochmalny turns marginality into spectacle, obscenity into social critique, and the drive for celebrity into a mirror of our collective fantasies. A raw, intense, and lucid narrative that reveals how bodies become commodities and dreams turn into debts.
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Publisher: Mansalva (Buenos Aires, 2021)
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Pages: 192
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Original language: Spanish
The Size of My World is not gonzo journalism (even if the author gets naked), nor a life story (nothing to do with Oscar Lewis’s The Children of Sánchez—no family drama here), nor nonfiction (a genre usually obsessed with front-page illegality). It is a thesis on the profession of the stripper, from the margins of Greater Buenos Aires to downtown, carried by the testimony of one Ulises del Toro: his tragic saga as object-man and “fucker-accountant” (although he studied accounting, his balance sheets were of women). It is written by a sociologist-artist-writer who makes no moral distinction between Marx’s Capital and the world as size—that is, the ability to use one’s bulge as a hanger for underwear to the beat of Back in Black. In the midst of the feminist revolution, this book is a tender retro-biography of the cock: its sinewy and blind prime, its specialized worker’s pumping, its chemically sustained vigor, its withered living death.
The stage? Among others, the Golden nightclub, where women howl and throw themselves at their favorite bulges, pretending—as they have for centuries—that those carnal gadgets trigger orgasms as easily as the heroine of When Harry Met Sally performs in a restaurant.
“I’m still not sure whether I started working as a stripper to write my thesis or because I always liked to show off,” declares the author, whose stripper name was León Anaconda. That irony is nothing more than affected modesty: behind it lies an ethic that seeks to blur the boundaries between experience and ethnography, between testimony and fiction.
—María Moreno
Novel, our genre in dispute. For Syd, the novel is a parody of the social sciences, a farcical dismantling of intellectual discourse, a comic-book design and an apocryphal diary. To narrate the masculine gender taken to a sacrificial extreme: what is a male body? what is that body when it becomes the object of a desiring gaze, not in its singularity but in its adherence to stereotype? what can a body do beyond swelling muscles, hardening the cock, and going out on the hunt?
Masculinity here is preparation, apprenticeship, transmission, and commodity. A world of men teaching one another how to hunt, only to always end up being hunted. A novel that irritates our feminist present, but also a howl of fear before our unleashed force.
—María Pía López
An explorer penetrates the scene of exacerbated virility, pushed to the extreme with hormones, diets, and rubber bands at the base of the cock. He enters the dressing room, the antechamber to the spectacle of masculinity. One is not born a man, one learns. And yet every boy is born a stripper: he wants to take off his clothes, display his attributes, slice through the air, occupy space, exist.In Priápolis there is a transhuman movement: the sex worker is doubly exploited, by the pack of ravenous she-wolves and by the researcher. The participant-observer blurs the boundaries between looking and being looked at. He wants both. Can one be artist, work, and critic at the same time? One can, says Syd Krochmalny.—Marina Mariasch
Novel, confession, memoir, and itinerant investigation of the male stripper universe as a form of virile prostitution whose object, source of income, and lumpen prestige is women’s desire, The Size of My World is much larger than the size of any dick, lizard, sausage, flute, salami, love-club, milk-dispenser, paint roller, or “the thing that hangs,” among other names that parade here to designate that central organ of the system. In this world, the hard cock reigns.
A network of voices sustains a narrator who is straight and heterosexist, misogynistic and savagely sensual, flaunting his pleasure from beginning to end in a joyful, guiltless mode, ready to surrender to a Fellini-esque orgy of thousands of women for his pagan sacrifice. It also offers self-help tips for sustaining that will to erection that is a will to power: training routines to improve tone, calculations of caloric intake, Apollonian drugs to boost growth and reduce fat, androgenic chemicals supposedly able to induce the animal character within the human personality.
And it crosses into sociological observations about strippers as sex workers who dream of fame even though they are destined for marginality. This world of relations traversed by lies, simulation, and staged artifices of seduction—where competitive young men prostitute themselves by exhibiting and rubbing in their clients’ faces the physical, gestural, and discursive attributes of masculinity—also has its customers. But these circulate in a homosexual chapter that heightens even more the exploitative side of the sensitive relation between bodies dominated by the fantasy—and the fear—of being fucked.
In the middle of the rising heat, the secret voice of a romantic in the closet can be heard: a nostalgic of love who knows himself to be a loser but still keeps his mast held high, insisting that one must always shave so the forest doesn’t hide the tree.
—Osvaldo Baigorria
Press Clipping
El cuerpo, ese instrumento animado
by Alejandro Modarelli, Revista Anfibia, 13/03/23
by Gonzalo Aguilar, Fondo de Cultura Económica, 2023
"El tamaño de mi mundo" de Syd Krochmalny
by María Moreno, Revista Estrategias, 2022.
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