Trade paperback. This brilliant history of the sex life of Aaron Burr was written by 'Anonymous' in 1860 and it's refreshingly frank. It reveals what Gore Vidal was afraid to write about this enigmatic character.
Books can be attributed to "Anonymous" for several reasons:
* They are officially published under that name * They are traditional stories not attributed to a specific author * They are religious texts not generally attributed to a specific author
Books whose authorship is merely uncertain should be attributed to Unknown.
Let me justify my 4/5 rating by saying that I'm basing it on my enjoyment of the book. The fact that vintage erotica about the 3rd vice president of the United States exists is amazing, honestly. But beyond that, our dashing hero finds himself in all sorts of absurd predicaments & either 1) attempts to remedy them only to find himself in even bigger predicaments or 2) smooth-talks his way out of it in a way the average man could only ever hope to achieve. It's amusing to me & bears enough resemblance to the "real Burr" that I actually enjoyed it. The actual erotica is pretty standard for the time, as far as my knowledge goes, but the euphemisms are silly & entertaining.
If you're looking to actually get your rocks off, you probably won't (& yeah, this is kinda rape-y as I've seen other people say, but it's not really any different than anything else from the time?). If you're looking to actually learn Real Facts about Vice President Burr, you probably won't, pick up Milton instead. But as someone who has been interested in Burr for a while, this is definitely entertaining beyond anything I could have ever hoped for.
The only reasons it's getting 4/5 instead of 5/5 is for the last chapter. It whisks through Burr's entire life after his late 20s, with no details of his "accidents", & was rather unnecessary & made it drag. And as a side note, the Kindle edition has a fair amount of formatting errors, but they weren't so distracting that it's unreadable.
One of the things that is real and that has been unearthed by the Hamilton fans is this 1861 pornographic biography of Aaron Burr, in which the young Aaron Burr fucks his way from New Jersey to Massachusetts and back in the early days of the American Revolution.
We don’t know who wrote it, we don’t know why, and we really don’t know why this anonymous someone decided that what the world needed in 1861 was a porny bio of AARON BURR. (I also don’t know how accurate it is, but I’m basically assuming that this is mostly made up, save for the facts that can be verified.)
I don’t know who wrote this. I don’t know why. I don’t know why someone decided what the world was lacking was a porno bio of Aaron Burr of all people. There’s a line in “A Winter’s Ball” in Hamilton where Burr sings about how he and Hamilton are “reliable with the LADIEEEEES- there are so many to deflower!” If that was a reference to this book, Lin-Manuel did not mention it on the Genius annotations. But it wouldn’t surprise me.
On a technical note, I got this ebook from Amazon, and there are a lot of OCR errors — random characters and the like. It was only 99 cents, so I’m not, like, upset about it. It’s WORDY, though. Super wordy.
Coupla things. - this was published more or less immediately after Burr's death, which means the author was maybe waiting for him to die, and - Burr-in-the-book speaks in a way that is VERY MUCH LIKE Burr-in-real-life, so - i'm pretty sure the author knew him personally.
moreover: a woman wrote this. it's not just because of the cunnilingus and the female ejaculation and the way women are so pleasured and pleased. (it's Historical Fact that Burr was reliable with the ladies -- even as a sixty-something year old man wandering through Europe, he charmed them left and right.) (I'll wait here while you read his journal-letters to his daughter, which are quite explicit in the frequency and refractory periods of his "charming".)
No. It's stuff like this: Although she had carried it so bravely in the presence of the doctor, like a poor old hen defending her one chicken from a hawk, yet the mother of Clarissa had been dreadfully pained by the discovery of her daughter's error. She sprinkled flour upon the asparagus, and pepper on the pudding; she made several other mistakes, and when she perceived them, she threw herself on a stool in one corner, and said: "There! I shall never be myself again," and covering her face with her hands, she wept aloud, to the great wonder of the maid, who asked her if the rig'lars were coming back. A man would never, never think to describe a character's grief with miscooked foods. And he'd never know what ingredients go where, if he had thought it.
This book doesn't deserve three stars, but I gave it three stars anyhow, because it is so relentlessly cheerful, and I've been reading "city mysteries" of the antebellum era, which were all dark, grim, and violent. City mysteries also have a surprisingly high percentage of moral lectures, so The Amorous Intrigues and Adventures of Aaron Burr was a relief on all fronts. Unlike some other porn of the era, which takes itself all too seriously, this one reads to me like a parody where the author is well aware of how ridiculous it all is, and was just having a bit of fun.
I'm not sure why another reviewer says that the author of this book waited for Burr to die before releasing it -- Burr died in 1836, and this book came out in 1860, best anyone can tell.
In my second forray into victorian erotica I was hoping to figure out w h y someone wrote erotica about Aaron Burr of all people in 1861- Still have no idea, it's pretty dreadful, but slightly better than Autobiography of a flea at least. Still, I'd hardly recommend it