Another Red-Hot Sex Book for Me not to Review

From that dopey old movie, Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice, or whatever they called it.

I don’t know what some of these publicists must think of me. They’re always trying to get me to review books that I wouldn’t read if you put a gun to my head.

Yesterday a publicist invited me to review a novel about “open relationships”–the kind of thing we used to call being a slut, or being a horn dog–written by “an expert about sex and relationships” whose actual background is in the restaurant business. He was once in a punk rock band, too.

In this novel, which I will not name because I refuse to give it free publicity, a married couple in their late 30s go to this hotel somewhere in the Carribees, “a resort that provides sexual fantasies for couples.” You know the whole thing’s fiction because they don’t meet Bill Clinton there.

Anyhow, they get involved in a threesome, and “it breaks your heart to watch the devolving of what was a successful, loving marriage with two children into the hell it becomes,” because of “that one act.”

What have we got here? I could read the book and find out, but I don’t want to find out that badly. It does sound like the ex-restaurant guy is trying to sell us morality and porn at the same time. Is he saying, “If you break the rules, the moral law, you’ll wreck your marriage and mess up your life”?

But there are probably better ways of delivering that message than a story that tries to titillate the reader and get him thinking that maybe a few nights at that special resort might be the most fun he’s ever had in his life.

This is our culture, boys and girls.

When we read, it’s a form of self-education.

This is what we’re pumping into our minds and into our souls.

On the whole, I think I prefer 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.

About leeduigon

I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations. View all posts by leeduigon

5 responses to “Another Red-Hot Sex Book for Me not to Review

  • Marge Hofknecht

    Years ago I read a novel: The Fortunes and Misfortunes of Moll Flanders. It was written by Daniel Defoe. I thought it was a bit racy for a 17th century book. Moll was a thief, a prostitute, married her own brother (by accident), and on and on. I read later that the book was a type that was commonly written back then: graphic illustration of how not to live. So, maybe that’s the point of the cure book offered for review. Even though Moll Flanders shows the heartbreak of wrong living, it sure was an interesting read.


  • Unknowable

    I think in our time, many people will use any excuse in the book to write about sex.


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