A friend of mine wrote an excellent book. It's now a NY Times bestseller. And that's encouraging for me, because its story is couched in the mentality that this little experiment espouses.
The book is French Lessons, and the friend is Ellen Sussman. It follows three French language tutors and their students around Paris (literally, there are maps). Perhaps because zey are French, or perhaps because Ellen and I have similar conceptions of the meaning of sex, everyone pretty much gets down with one or more of the other characters somewhere in the book. And this lady can write some sex.
Given that Ellen is the most happily married lady I know, I am particularly impressed that she manages to wrap her head around the concept that some sex is just sex. A few characters are married. Sometimes married characters are devoutly faithful to their spouse. Sometimes they are not. And I love it. Each sexual or near-sexual encounter is written to convey the purpose of that encounter. Sex isn't always about love. That's something the last 2000 years of Christianity have distorted. Sometimes you just wanna get your freak on. French Lessons gets that. And Ellen was bitchin enough to keep a bit of this polyamority even when the man told her the public would be offended.
Here's to all the folks with the balls to say "I don't care if you're offended, this shit is good."
The book is French Lessons, and the friend is Ellen Sussman. It follows three French language tutors and their students around Paris (literally, there are maps). Perhaps because zey are French, or perhaps because Ellen and I have similar conceptions of the meaning of sex, everyone pretty much gets down with one or more of the other characters somewhere in the book. And this lady can write some sex.
Given that Ellen is the most happily married lady I know, I am particularly impressed that she manages to wrap her head around the concept that some sex is just sex. A few characters are married. Sometimes married characters are devoutly faithful to their spouse. Sometimes they are not. And I love it. Each sexual or near-sexual encounter is written to convey the purpose of that encounter. Sex isn't always about love. That's something the last 2000 years of Christianity have distorted. Sometimes you just wanna get your freak on. French Lessons gets that. And Ellen was bitchin enough to keep a bit of this polyamority even when the man told her the public would be offended.
Here's to all the folks with the balls to say "I don't care if you're offended, this shit is good."
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