I’ve picked some miserable Bookstravaganza choices this year. This book would have been hugely enjoyable in the right context (i.e., accompanied by a glass of wine, Arielle’s living room, and those little cheese-and-jalapeno jelly things Matthew makes), but reading it alone in my apartment on a Tuesday night with a utilitarian cup of black tea was just weird. I don’t read a lot of erotica (understatement of the year. I don’t read any erotica) so I wasn’t sure how to come at this. And I’m still not. I’m also 14 books into this and I’m not sure how much information one brain can take in, so trying to wrap my mind around this erotic novel about BDSM was more challenging than reading Dostoevsky, honestly.
Yeah. I dunno. I can’t really be articulate in summarizing the precursor to 50 Shades of Grey, which is how this novel is described if you google it. I’ve never read 50 Shades, but I’m guessing this is better written, so maybe give it a shot if you want to read BDSM erotica. If you google it, you’ll also encounter a bunch of neato information about the author. Pauline Reage was a pseudonym, and many people thought the novel was written by a man because no woman could ever write like that. So, you know, that’s some seriously institutionalized gender bias. Really, it was written by French author Anne Desclos, to prove to her lover that a woman could, in fact, write like that. Her lover was into the Marquis de Sade. Of course.
Books read: 14