The most recent book club selection was Fifty Shades of Grey, the amazingly popular soft core porn book that everybody is talking about. When we first chose it I thought it would be a little steamy, and at the original price of thirty dollars I did not immediately purchase it instead waiting for a friend to finish her copy first.
The book is hot, no doubt about that. I am sure my husband regrets having to go on a business trip the week I read it and my sister’s husband ever grateful it is a trilogy calls the book literary viagra. So much of the book is a disappointment as it was not entirely convincing. Sex six times a day! Even in my prime I did not do that, let alone sex involving all types of submissive behavior, although that does sound highly erotic.
I was discussing the book with a mom from my son’s preschool and she seemed to have an entirely different take. She looked at me with skepticism as I said some of the scenes felt repetitive and the writing was poor. Ten more minutes of discussing our contrasting take, we realized we were discussing two completely different books. She was reading Between Shades of Gray, about a Lithuanian teenager on the brink of World War One.
But now talking about this soft core porn novel is main stream. According to one friend, the book is the most downloaded anything in Kindle’s history. It even came up with my step mother and sister in law’s mother. I’m sure my mother in law is not far behind. Maybe we have been so repressed about talking and reading about sex that a little fantasy of physical repression and unadulterated attraction is all we need.