Sexploitation at it's worst! (The Sexual Life of Catherine M - Catherine Millet)

Member Name: MandyMinx

Product:	The Sexual Life of Catherine M - Catherine Millet
Date:	13/10/03 (133 review reads)
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Disadvantages: Boring

As someone who prefers to read a book than watch a film, I have to confess that I find the power of words and the picture they conjure so much more powerful than anything that can be portrayed on a movie screen. I think I can make this statement about all aspects of life, including erotica.
I personally find erotic literature a real turn on.
A good writer can give as good a picture of sexual foreplay as any film but I think for me it is the underlying thoughts of the entangled and ensnared that make the difference.
I remember a few years ago I read The Oyster. The author, or authors of this particular book were anonymous, as it was compiled in the Victorian times and although the Victorians seemed to have been obsessed with sex, it was behind closed doors, away from prying eyes. The Oyster was eroticism at it's best. The words and the stories were definitely risqué but they were extremely well written, humorous and graphic and definitely left me a little sweaty and ready for fun.



I wish I could say the same for Catherine M.


Catherine Millet is an expert on modern art and is the editor of of the Art Press magazine.
Well now you know what she is by day.
By night Catherine becomes Catherine M. The swinger. The loose woman.
Catherine likes to spend her nights in singles clubs in her home city of Paris. She likes to sleep with as many men as she can, preferably at the same time, with the odd lady thrown in for good measure. Nothing is taboo for this woman.

"I can account for forty-nine men whose sexual organs have penetrated mine and to whom I can attribute a name or, at least, in a few cases, an identity. But I cannot put a number on those that blur into anonymity".

This book takes a random look at some of her conquests, in an attempt to celebrate sex and her love of it.



Personally I thought it was a load of rubbish.
It's very hard not to give a piece
o
f yourself to any piece of writing. Catherine Millet gives a lot of herself through out this book, to anybody who wants her if what is written is to be believed, but nowhere do you get the opportunity to discuss her reasons, analyse her thoughts, share her emotions.
I would almost infer that this woman has no emotions. The thoughts of this woman are none existent, devoid of emotion in an almost autistic way.


At this point in any book review I would here begin to discuss the characters within the book. I am afraid there weren't any. Catherine Millet left no imprint of herself on the pages of this book. There was nothing that made me like her and I did find myself wondering how this woman, who after all must have some intelligence about her if she is a magazine editor, could be so stupid, in a time where sex with strangers can turn into a game of Russian roulette, as to advertise the fact that she was party to some of the group sex activities that she boasts about in this book. I would think that by writing this she would have scared away every man with a hundred mile radius of her.

I found the writing very bland. It is frank, in that it is actually just a list of conquests, almost this woman's version of a little black book where trophy's are recorded for prosperity rather than remembered as most of us would remember an amorous encounter. She talks about sex in the business like way I would expect a prostitute to, so detached and unfeeling were the words this book offered.

This book was not erotic. It did not make me want to rush up to the nearest man and offer myself.This book does nothing. The sexual life of Catherine M is nothing more than a page by page list of exhausting descriptions of sexual couplings. Explicit yes. Erotic no.

The book was a best seller in France. I think a lot of that had to do with her being French and known in France. If Victoria Beckham published a similar book of conquests we
would
buy it just to be nosey. I wonder how many of those people that bought this book were disappointed, as I was.
Without an erotic undertone the book has no point, no justification for being written, unless Miss M has a rival in the promiscuity stakes in the same sort of way that Jordan and Jodie seem to be over here.
If you are looking for erotic literature, look out for The Oyster, or The Pearl, two extremely erotic books.
Avoid this one. It will bore your pants back on.

I bought this from Amazon, it cost me just over a fiver. I want my money back.

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