I spent a great deal of time being angry at Mr. de Lint for introducing me to a Jilly that's completely wrong. And while I'm still miffed at him for jI spent a great deal of time being angry at Mr. de Lint for introducing me to a Jilly that's completely wrong. And while I'm still miffed at him for jilting me, I'll forgive and forget for long enough to dive into the city of Mireya. A mysterious fantasyland in the afterlife, Mireya is the place where milk and honey flow. It's a place where you get what you deserve and all the sweetness of life rains down on you. But does Jilly really, I mean REALLY, want to stay???
Duh. Of course not. After all, there are volumes about her life in later years knowing she's alive and well in Newford. And that's the thing that makes this book kinda dull. You already know the ending. However... The story is interesting enough, and if nothing else, it's neat to learn more about Kathryn's--I had no idea they served booze and had comfy couches!!! I wanna work there with Wendy and Jilly. Anyway, I'm just rambling now. There's really not much else to say. The book is fine but not fab. Newford lovers, don't get your hopes up. Everyone else, this book is a lovely piece of stand-alone urban fantasy, and it's short enough to zip through if this genre is one you've been wating to explore. ...more
There is nothing I can say. I don't even know how.
Instead, I will veil my head, lament the deaths of each person loved since the beginning of time, anThere is nothing I can say. I don't even know how.
Instead, I will veil my head, lament the deaths of each person loved since the beginning of time, and cry tears of unsurpassed desolation in the hopes that tomorrow, the sun will shine on my face and god will see me standing there....more
As of May 4, 2009, I am no longer Currently Reading this book. Ok, I've been no longer currently reading this book for months, but you get the point.As of May 4, 2009, I am no longer Currently Reading this book. Ok, I've been no longer currently reading this book for months, but you get the point. Maybe some day. But for now, I think I need to give it back to Noah. How?...more
I think you have to be a little on the sick and twisted to get off on this book. Well, parts of it. Here are some examples of the icky ickiness AnaisI think you have to be a little on the sick and twisted to get off on this book. Well, parts of it. Here are some examples of the icky ickiness Anais Nin writes about in Delta of Venus.
-Dude lays in bed early in the morning, and some kids who live in the house come in and horse play around his room. He gets a hard on and encourages them to frolic about on top of the covers. -Same dude, decades later, takes custody of his teenage son and daughter. Then he fucks 'em. -A different dude burns some lady's cootch with a hot pipe. -Another dude helps some man take a dead body out of the river and then he fucks the dead body while water pours out of her orifices. -A lady rides a horse bareback, and gets all horny from the feel of the horse's rough coat against her clit. -etc
Ew, right? I mean, she does have some good stuff in the book, but honestly, it's so overshadowed by the ick, that it's hard to lose oneself in the writing. That being said, I'll admit that the reason we read Anais Nin in 2009 is to gain some perspective on the history of erotica, moreso than for sexy fun times. There's no doubt that Nin was remarkable--after all, she's female working in a male-dominated industry--but her writing is flat and stale (kinda like this review). Very few of her stories were fleshed out, and I found that she was missing the intense emotional connection I'd expect from a woman writer; the poeticism is noticeably absent. I'm completely and utterly disappointed. Maybe I set my expectations too high...
Here's the blurb on the back of the book (this edition published in the 1970s): Thirty-five years ago, Anais Nin created the female language for sexuality. She did it for a wealthy male patron for $1.00 a page. He ordered her to "leave out the poetry," but she simply couldn't. The publication of Delta of Venus now makes available to the rest of us the seductive, erotic and full-bodied nature of her writing. And it reveals Anais Nin as a woman ahead of her time.
Well Mr. (or Ms.) Blurbist, you couldn't be farther from the truth. Or further. Whatever.
I give Little Birds four stars in comparison to Delta of Venus' two, though as a stand alone, it would probably only get 2 or 3. There are almost no dI give Little Birds four stars in comparison to Delta of Venus' two, though as a stand alone, it would probably only get 2 or 3. There are almost no disgusting and despicable sex scenes in Little Birds, and for this, I am grateful. (As it turns out, I'm a bit prudish after all...)
Little Birds is set in various places around the world, but quite often set in New York and New Orleans. It feels more modern than Delta of Venus. It feels more aware, more present. And this, my second dip into a collection of Anais Nin's short stories, I finally understand why she is a noteworthy FEMALE writer. She is finally writing about women. Silly, stupid women. And most of it's pretty sexy....more
It's a Sunday morning. The first Sunday morning of 2009. I've been up for hours, turning page after page of this volume of three sexy and romantic shoIt's a Sunday morning. The first Sunday morning of 2009. I've been up for hours, turning page after page of this volume of three sexy and romantic short stories. And naturally, I wanted to share my progress with you, my dear GoodReaders. But first, I want to interject a sidebar, as I am wont to do.
My first webstop this morning was Tadpole's review of Waiting for the Barbarians, and I must say that it makes me feel a little silly. Here I am in one part of the world, reading erotica, while one of my newest GoodReader friends expounds intellectual a few hundred miles away from me. One of us is going to make the world a better place, and the other of us is me. So thanks for the great review, Not-Quite-Ghandi. My interest is piqued. Maybe I'll read Pope John Paul II's book next...
But getting back to my reason for logging on this morning... Sex. Yay, yay, yay, sex! I love sex! (And so do you--don't even try acting like you don't.) I purchased this book because I wanted to read some steamy sex scenes. But what I was presented with in Thigh High was a bit of a surprise--these are love stories! O_o
Yeah, love stories. Honestly, that confused the hell out of me. It's three little romantic chick flicks with bonus cunnilingus. (By the way, the word "cunnilingus" is not found in my computer's spell check. WTF?) Three little Cinderella stories, complete with boning in the backseat of the pumpkin carriage (and on the kitchen table, a swing in the woods, in an alcove of a crowded room...). At first, I was like, "What? They're getting married? They just met two days ago." But by the final story I couldn't wait for the proposal! They're all very silly stories, as erotica often is, but there's something sweet about them them, too.
I knew that's all you wanted to hear about. I'm going to go on with my review, but you're welcome to stop reading now that you knLESBIAN SEX SCENES!!!
I knew that's all you wanted to hear about. I'm going to go on with my review, but you're welcome to stop reading now that you know the juicy stuff. And no, I will not go on to describe, in dripping detail, any of the aforementioned LESBIAN SEX SCENES. For shame, I know.
So anyway, a while back, my friend Coventry had piles and piles of books she was giving away and this was one of them. Seeing that it was written by Sarah Waters, I nabbed it immediately and placed upon my shelf, waiting for just the right time to read what I was sure would be a delightful sapphic treasure. I'd read another of Sarah Waters' books a couple years back and it was perrrrfet!
With Fingersmith as its predecessor in my personal library, I had such high expectations for Tipping the Velvet. Unfortunately, high expectations nearly always lead to the most crumbling downfalls.
I'll give you a rundown of the story ('cause I know you're not gonna read it, so don't be all whiney that I'm including spoilers, ok?)
Nancy is a young gal who falls madly and deeply in love with a pretty woman singer who subsequently invites Nancy to go on tour with her as her dresser. Nancy very soon becomes the woman's UNdresser as well (hubba hubba) and they go on like this for a while until one day Nancy returns home to find the woman singer in bed with (GASP!!!) a man. Gross, I know. So anyway, Nancy runs away, cries a lot, and hardly eats anything for like, 2 months, when she finally gets her shit together and becomes a prostitute. Or, well, maybe a gigolo is a better term for it--she dresses up as a dude and wanders the street blowing other dudes for sixpence. One day when she's off wandering the street, a horse-drawn carriage starts following her at a short distance (scary...), eventually stopping her on a dark corner to offer her "a ride." Well, you guessed it, the person in the carriage is a lady. The carriage lady is very rich and takes Nancy on as her concubine. So they go on for, like a year or something, with Nancy living in the rich lady's house and being a sex slave, when finally the rich lady gets sick of Nancy and kicks her out (after finding Nancy getting you-know-what-ed by the maid) with no money or clothes or anything. So Nancy runs to this house for wayward girls and poor young couples where she knows there's a bleeding-heart young woman working and the bleeding-heart young woman takes Nancy in and eventually they become lovers (of course) but then the pretty woman singer from the beginning shows up and says, "Nancy, come back to me!" But Nancy's like, "Hell no, bitch, you have a husband. Plus, my girlfriend is a super-popular, bleeding-heart socialist and all the honeys want her." So the singer goes away and Nancy and the bleeding-heart live happily ever after.
It doesn't sound like such a bad story, I guess, but the ENTIRE middle part was just so contrived and gratuitous that I almost stopped reading it a couple times. And truth be told, I only read about 3 sentences per page for one of the chapters. It's unfortunate really, because, like I said, I liked Sarah Waters' other book soooooo much. Even the ending of Tipping the Velvet, which I liked fine enough I guess, didn't redeem the middle (prostitution and sex-slave) parts. Oh well. At least I've learned that "tipping the velvet" means cunnilingus--titillating huh?!
I shall now go back to War and Peace to read of hairy-lipped Russian girls and their (only slightly) less-scandalous love lives.
In the meantime, I have two thoughts. 1. If I don't want my significant other watching porn, should I be allowed to read dirty books? I hate to put forth such a double standard... But I really REALLY don't want my significant other watching porn. (Not saying that he DOES.) Alas, a dilemma. 2. Nothing ever feels like a first love, does it? There is no going back. And nothing can compare, can it? *sigh*
I'd heard of this book before, but I didn't realize it was futuristic. The story line is one you've all heard before--in the future, everyone is forceI'd heard of this book before, but I didn't realize it was futuristic. The story line is one you've all heard before--in the future, everyone is forced into some nutso plastic surgery which makes you gorgeous, and of course, the post ops spend all day living it up and having a grand ol' time because they're brainwashed and beautiful. It sounds kinda like an ok life, but there are some folks who are like, "Hellz no, you ain't cuttin' me, beyotch!" So these folks have to become renegades, and that's what this story is about. Renegades living on a commune. Some shit goes down and they get busted and have to go on a rescue mission to get their peeps back.
Though I liked this book just fine, I would not say this book is amazing. It was a decent way to pass the time. My biggest criticism: I wish the main character was a bit more likable--she's a traitor, and I think we're supposed to forgive her, but I don't really want to. And I think she's supposed to be really really smart, too, but... Nah. My biggest "wowie" moment: The technology is pretty cool. And except for the brainwashing, I guess it might be sorta fun to live in that kind of a society--everything is recycled and solar powered, and I don't think anyone needs money to buy stuff. It's just, ask and you shall receive. The lazy man's person's ultimate fantasy.
There are two more books in the series. I'll read the next two if fate dictates it, but I'm not likely to go out tomorrow and buy the box set....more
I can't review this book by thinking about the plot or about theme and diction, for it is only (and truly) a series of snapshots, candid and sore, thaI can't review this book by thinking about the plot or about theme and diction, for it is only (and truly) a series of snapshots, candid and sore, that piece together the lives of living people. The delicate sweet soul of a father; a grandmother with the heart of an empath; a sister whose youth and adulthood travel arm in arm; a numb and emptied mother; a young girl then grown woman living pierced on the periphery. This book is about the people in my life and yours whose very essence is pinned down to a spot in time and space--these lovely bones, growing in a soft-shelled skeleton around our lives. It is by turning the pages where these bones grow, that I could reflect on the wheel of life--what a joy (can you call it joy when it's sad?) to witness humanity breathing ceaselessly, moving forward, and loving without remorse. I am at peace to think that this sweet family, though scarred, will smile at another sunrise.