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Fifty Shades of Blah
I don't think you will be seeing "Fifty Shades of Grey" in my hands, after all. I've heard more about it, and the reports are like a cold shower. The Daniel Flynn book review, in particular, has warned me off. A sample:
Encounters are often legalistic, reminiscent of the late Antioch College's infamous "May I kiss you here? May I poke you there?" Sexual Offense Prevention Policy. And too-conspicuous condoms kill the mood. "'Naughty, sweet girl,' he whispers, and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet" (p. 120); "'Here, put this on.' He hands me a foil packet" (p. 266); "'You want it, you got it, baby,' he mutters, producing a foil packet from his pants pocket while he unzips his pants" (p. 371). It goes on joylessly like that for 500 pages. If fiction has the power to make the son of a "crack whore" a twentysomething billionaire, then surely it can forgo the rubber without dooming the lead characters to deterioration in an AIDS hospice.
That does not sound exactly like the wild and violent and politcally incorrect stuff that others have been bemoaning, does it? I'll take a pass.
Encounters are often legalistic, reminiscent of the late Antioch College's infamous "May I kiss you here? May I poke you there?" Sexual Offense Prevention Policy. And too-conspicuous condoms kill the mood. "'Naughty, sweet girl,' he whispers, and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet" (p. 120); "'Here, put this on.' He hands me a foil packet" (p. 266); "'You want it, you got it, baby,' he mutters, producing a foil packet from his pants pocket while he unzips his pants" (p. 371). It goes on joylessly like that for 500 pages. If fiction has the power to make the son of a "crack whore" a twentysomething billionaire, then surely it can forgo the rubber without dooming the lead characters to deterioration in an AIDS hospice.
That does not sound exactly like the wild and violent and politcally incorrect stuff that others have been bemoaning, does it? I'll take a pass.