Love Wharton. Read it all; it is unusually specific in the moving parts (and then, and then...) dept for her.
I don't tend to read or watch porn. To me, it's like watching someone else eating an ice cream cone or ripping into a hamburger. I'll get something nourishing myself, thank you. It's all just so second hand.
Funny, this, because a close friend wrote me this yesterday:
Have been going to book sales this week - AAUW last Saturday - I got*4* books, J got three boxes of photography books. Then went to Mville sale today, and found lots of good stuff (for first imtein a long time). Plus (and you will enjoy this story) went to library sale setup on Thursday and the lady who runs it pulls me aside - tells me that someone donated 25 sealed boxes of books to Wlake for their sale. The ladies over there opened them up and found they were all romance, in alphabetical order no less. BUT 7 of th boxes were erotic romance, and they went into a tizzy - resealed them and promptly sent them over to RM (center of moral degradation that we are) -without mentioning what they are.
So our ladies opened them up, and sealed them again and then asked me what to do with them? I said put them on the shelves - they're the hot selling genre in publishing right now. But they didn't want to offend anyone, and thought any buyers might not purchase so that entire town doesn't know they read porn. SO - they gave them to me.Yes, I have a livingroom full of porn right now - maybe 200 booksthat retail for lwest price of $15 each - all in like new condition. I'll be more than happy to sell them for $10 each.
I'm telling you this so if I die and the EMT's come to the house andreport that the house is full of porn - you'll know why.
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From: Lapham's Quarterly
Date: Sun, Feb 10, 2013 at 10:01 AM
Subject: Back Matter: Edith Wharton's Erotica