Nine 1/2 Weeks
The powerfully erotic memoir that inspired the legendary film with a forward by bestselling novelist Francine Prose.
Nine and a Half Weeks is a true story so unusual, so passionate, and so extreme in its psychology and sexuality that it will take your breath away.
Elizabeth McNeill was an executive for a large corporation when she began an affair with a man she met ca...more
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Amazing memior of a real BDSM affair.
A favorite passage:
In university, I read some of the others - Anais Nin, Story of O by Pauline Reage and a few other Victorian memoirs. 9 1/2 weeks starts bad and gets worse. The memoir writer talks about consensual sex that eventually leads into an abusive...more
This book is an intense emotional look into a BDSM journey that continues to push the limits until the main character, Elizabeth, has a psychological breakdown. Rather than erotic (like the...more
So begins the extraordinarily compelling memoir of obsession and abuse written by a woman using the pseudonym Elizabeth McNeill. I read the book shortly after it was released in the late 1970s, while visiting in the home of people I'd never met. I picked up the book to read a page or two just to kill time and could not stop reading. I'm sure my hosts won...more
Nine and a Half Weeks, as a movie, is one that always turns up as a sort of classic "trashy 80s erotic romance." The movie and its characters are breezy, pumped along by the vaguely pop-jazz rhythms that signal good times or transitions in such films. I watched it while in the mood for something light/less intellectual. It wasn't until I watched the movie that I...more
This book was written a decade before I was even born so, I didn't really have any set expectations coming into it as far as how relevant it would still be now...
Elizabeth McNeill's writing style takes a bit of getting used to; it's discursive in a lot of ways. She sort of flutters around from different thoughts and subjects in the telling of this story.I thought this actually helped to convey the state of mind the woman in this story is in, as she's telling this story. Because of that,...more
I read this in one sitt...more
Mention the film and I groan in despair. The book, however, is another matter. Well written and much darker than the glossy(cheesy)film it was adapted into, we follow an intelligent woman seduced into an obsessive, self-destructive relationship that leaves her a changed woman. Life - and sex - will never be the same again. It is both erotic and disturbing.
I loved the way the story is...more
First off, you never know the name of the man involved in the relationship. There aren't any specific personal information relating to the couple. Any information is superficial and banal. You are left to focus on the actions that went on...more
Some books are just off the scale, not necessarily better or worse than all the other books you've read before - but so fundamentally different that it doesn't quite compare to anything else. For me this was such a book.
The main way this book is different is its sheer elegance. The story that takes place over two months time is caught in moments; Polaroids casually tossed, one after another into a building pile on a scuffed table. It’s a decadent, voyeuristic experience to have the sexual relati...more
But, to be honest, I spent more time trying to find out something about the author than I did actually reading the book. It's a very short book. I like the flow of the sentences. They are colloquial and simple but very smooth, which is the sign, I think, of a very experienced writer.
I didn't find out very much about Elizabeth McNeill for all the time I spent resea...more
En fin, no es ni bueno ni malo, pero soy demasiado sensible al dolor y me pongo con facilidad en el lugar de los personajes que leo, por eso no pude disfrutarlo verdaderamente y no puede figurar entre los 'buenos' libros que he leído. Me gustó la forma en que estaba narrado, con mucho sentimiento (o eso es lo que recuerdo, lo leí hace aproximadamente dos años, creo).
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The searing pain is an inextricable part of a wave of excitement; every cell in my body is awash with lust.
It is silent in the small, dusty room. The clerks behind the counter have frozen.
He slowly smooths down my skirt and turns to the older man, who is wearing a suit and still looks like an accountant, though a deep flush is spreading upward from his shirt collar.
"This one will do.”