May 01, 11
Read in May, 2011
It's hard to feel sorry for a woman who prostituted herself to the richest man in the world, and was allowed to fly to Singapore and spend more than "the down payment on her house" on designer clothes. Sure, she was bored, and manipulated, and pulled into the catty machinations of the harem, but in the end she walked away with ten of thousands of dollars in cash, and jewelry. It was a fascinating story, and the author's background/upbringing explains a good deal of dissociative relationship with love and sex.
It's also hard to feel much of anything but disgust for the sultan, a man who uses his money to buy rugs with genuine gold sewn into them, and Monet paintings that sit in isolated corners never to be seen, and brings desperate 18 year old girls (and some underage girls from Thailand etc.) into his palace and bribes them with cash in order to get his jollies. He could be doing so much good in the world. It's a tragedy.
Still an interesting read.