When Eleanor Nyland's husband leaves her for a better job & a willowy graduate student, she finds herself barely tolerated by the men in the department where she teaches Basic English. Bored & frustrated, she embarks on a new as author of a book that is pure porn...class porn.
The title of this book isn't quite right. But maybe it works in the way that "food porn" works. The majority of plot, dialogue, etc. center around university departments, circa 1967-69 i.e. "Hell no, We won't go" the Vietnam years. So people who are interested in "behind the scenes" of classes/lecturers/professors will enjoy the nitty-gritty.
Our protagonist Eleanor is a scattered feminist hatchling who spends her time being newly divorced and discovering that things like homosexuality and bellbottoms exist. And she spends a lot of time explaining to her male peers that actually, no, she is not that great with a typewriter, so maybe they should ask the DEPARTMENT SECRETARY to type up their damn lecture notes for them. Thrilling stuff. And, yeah, she does spend some time writing experimental porn. The analytical treatment of the writing process is pretty great. Eleanor composes her final orgy scene very systematically, making sure that everyone takes part in some sort of insertion process before she declares it complete.
However, back in reality, Eleanor gets swept up in the drama of Poli-Sci, and she joins a couple lukewarm protests, and she takes the risk of using a mimeograph machine for the cause, but unfortunately she gets hassled by "the man," i.e. the department head, because why are all the office supplies disappearing?
A print-on-demand copy that had so many misprints as to make reading difficult.
I'm not sure how old this novel actually is: my copy has a 2016 copyright, but Goodreads shows other editions supposedly from 1987 and 1990. The book is set in 1965 and the various references to pop culture, politics, and technology seem unforced - the voice of experience rather than research.
At any rate, it gets off to an unfocused start and builds to a fairly unconvincing but emotionally satisfying climax. Like many academic novels, it takes place over an academic year, early fall through late spring. There are some good points made about sexism in both the heroine's job as a lecturer and as a member of the Vietnam protest group she becomes involved with, but the 1965 setting makes her partial proto-feminist awakening seem more like a dead letter than a dispatch from the barricades.
I learned that I have trouble giving up on a book even when it is dull for the first 100 pages. In the end I am glad.I stuck it out. The descriptions of sexism within academia and the anti war movement in 1965 from the perspective of a frustrated recently divorced aspiring pornographer was ultimately interesting, but hard to slog through.