Andros' search for a reunion with his long-lost twin brother leads him to a tongue-bath in the sand, a helpful finger artist, a loaded sophomore who's a fast learner, and a butch cop in Oakland.
Samuel Morris Steward, also known as Phil Andros, Phil Sparrow, and many other pseudonyms, was a poet, novelist, and university professor who left the world of academia to became a tattoo artist and pornographer.
Throughout his life he kept extensive secret diaries, journals and statistics of his sex life. He lived most of his adult life in Chicago, where he tattooed sailor-trainees from the US Navy’s Great Lakes Naval Training Station (as well as gang members and street people) out of a tattoo parlor on South State Street. He later moved to the San Francisco Bay area, where he spent the late 1960s as the official tattoo artist of the Hells Angels motorcycle gang.
Phil Andros, um hustler de São Francisco, persegue por todos os Estados Unidos da América o seu irmão gémeo, Dennis Andrews, de quem nunca tinha ouvido falar, mas de quem descobre a existência por ser frequentemente confundido com ele. Pelo caminho vai tendo inúmeras aventuras sexuais e quando regressa a São Francisco e se encontra, finalmente, com ele, depara-se com uma misteriosa surpresa.
Samuel Steward, o autor de "My Brother, My Self" , foi um professor universitário que acabaria por abrir uma loja de tatuagens para estar mais perto dos marinheiros por quem se deixava fascinar. Começou a escrever pornografia para sobreviver, a certa altura da sua vida, utilizando o pseudónimo de Phil Andros. Mas os seus livros não são "pornográficos" no sentido pejorativo habitual do termo! Apesar de os dispositivos de excitação sexual, que caracterizam a pornografia, lá estarem todos, os livros de pornografia de Phil Andros oferecem muito mais ao leitor: um enredo estruturado, personagens credíveis, referências cultas, cuidado no diálogo e na linguagem utilizada. São, enfim, obras literárias de qualidade, inaugurando, talvez, um novo género, a "pornografia literária."
A surprisingly literate and sexy bit of smut from the pre-AIDS era. A short series of sexual adventures as a gay hustler attempts to track down his long-lost twin brother. And in between all different kinds of sex are had. ;) It's simultaneously both vulgar and poetic, with many pretty turns of phrase that took me aback. While the plot is essentially a paper-thin device to hang the sex onto, the prose sings with eroticism, and the dialogue is cheeky and knowing, clearly written by someone who had a lot of life experience in this era. I've just learned about Phil Andros and his importance to the queer scene, so I eagerly look forward to learning more about him, and hopefully reading more of his surprisingly well-written porn. :P
It’s surprising how soft-core the writing is, but it’s an enjoyable story told with the skill of a literary author. Peter Schutes is a nom-de-plume. I write literary fiction under a different name - this stuff is very similar to my writing!
i guess it's a classic, in terms of pulp. i think i just don't have the patience with the typos. maybe i'm one of those grammar fetishists (discussed on a savage love podcast in jan 2008), and lousy spelling kills it for me.