Perhaps it’s the widening of that area that freed Bechdel as much as write The Secret to Superhuman Strength. Some would possibly learn the memoir’s description and anticipate an account from a girl beholden to Pilates or Flywheel or some other fashionable boutique health class the place an hour in a sweaty room prices roughly the identical as a good meal out. But for Bechdel, train isn’t actually about aesthetics; it’s about energy, a advantage she’s been in thrall to ever since she first noticed bodybuilder Charles Atlas on TV as a youngster. At 60, Bechdel seems wholly tired of perpetuating the workout-as-self-care trope; she makes it clear that her relationship with train is one thing a lot deeper and extra fraught.
“I love to see people exercise just because they want to. I don’t think it should be connected to anything else, or it will just become miserable,” says Bechdel. She admits, although, that it’s laborious to middle a complete e-book round train with out sometimes falling into the lure of presenting it as a ethical crucial. “I do feel a little sheepish about being so pro-exercise without having a thorough critique of sizeism, but I made a decision not to discuss body image in the book because I think it’s unusual for women not to talk about it.”
Bechdel’s complicated, usually painful life story is a matter of public document—in Fun Home, she wrote about shedding her long-closeted father to suicide shortly after popping out as a lesbian, and in Are You My Mother?, she chronicled her thorny relationship together with her often-distant mom. In The Secret to Superhuman Strength, although, train is introduced as a attainable corrective to all that ache, a lifelong pursuit of self-improvement and inside steadiness that helped Bechdel by means of a few of her hardest years. “Exercise is the one part of my life that isn’t riddled with conflict,” she says, including, “I don’t want to come off as an exercise evangelist because I think that can be off-putting, but I like to think of it as a bit of relief from my cerebral life.”
Bechdel’s graphic novels are sometimes positioned into contextual dialog with the work of different writers, and The Secret to Superhuman Strength isn’t any exception. She ping-pongs between her personal concepts and people of Ralph Waldo Emerson, Jack Kerouac, and Adrienne Rich, creating a canon across the artwork of shifting one’s physique that joyfully complicates the notion of train as an anti-cerebral exercise (even when that’s partly why Bechdel is drawn to it). Bechdel and her associate—the artist Holly Rae Taylor, who coloured the e-book’s pictures—dwell in Vermont, the place they favor lengthy hikes and bike rides. Like many others, nonetheless, Bechdel had hassle adjusting her train routine to suit the confines of the COVID-19 pandemic, saying, “I was very sad to fall off the weight-lifting wagon when the gyms closed.”