At its best, Flash strives to explain the power dynamics between sexes, as pertaining to exhibitionism and explores the idea of degradation as power, putting forward this idea of submission as the ultimate means of control. It attempts to do that by explaining the process of the casting couch, as Maya Endicott goes from flasher to Hollywood starlet, and how her sexual proclivities allow her control over the producers and other men in her life. This is a fun thesis, and a workable plot but the writing is dull, dull, dull. Poorly paced and barely edited, this novel felt like 1,000 pages of subpar Joan Didion with kink. No thanks.
… “But the closer we became, the less he cared about control. He had abandoned his fears. That was love, and that was when I felt most loved.”
“Don’t ever let a man use you for business. Sex is one thing. But allowing a man to get money out of you is criminal. That’s women’s work. Never let a man use you like we use them.” …
very easy to read. subject matter is a bit taboo maybe and it’s kinda blah as in not much is resolved or anything. but good spring break book to casually read.