Nov 14, 11
(Review from the author)
Being human is an inherently ugly and attractive ordeal. Pornography is an inherently ugly and attractive occupation. So why is Oriana Small the only seasoned insider to have the ovaries to tell it like it is in the sugarcoated wasteland of wannabe-Hollywood glamour pap and/or tunnel-visioned remorse-sans-responsibility, after-school special-isms that so many other forays into pornographic memoir have produced?
Because she's human and isn't afraid to admit it, she has needs and desires that are sometimes conflicting, she had a job like any other job at times, unlike any other for most of us, sometimes better, sometimes worse--she dared to dip her toe into something so taboo that 90% of the public opinion about it is hypocritical--she's a badass, a wonderful writer, a realist not solely for the sake of solipsism, but better yet using subjective insight to offer us objective hindsight out of the sauce of life--her own particular spoonful--so we unschooled and/or fearful and/or innocent, inquisitive minds on the sidelines and the harbors of solitude can have a most holistic taste--and perhaps someday offer her back our own little bound volume of guilt and joy.
This is a very good book. Honest, raw, fun, shocking, sad, brutal, sweaty-bad in many moments, sweaty-good in others--a human story that transcends its subject matter simply because it is so monumentally bare in all of its aspirations, trappings, glory, and more.
Listen to me: this is a fascinating human story. Come at it as such, even if you're a pervert.