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April 22, 2008

Naughty Books for Girls

Naughty Books for Girls

By Sarah

Porn for women. It's the title of a very successful book written by the Cambridge Women's Pornography Cooperative which also came out with Porn for New Moms and The Porn for Women 2009 Calendar, bless 08118555111 them. The underlying joke, of course, is that real women get all excited seeing half naked men only if they're doing the dishes. Or the laundry. Or diapering at 2 a.m.

But having just come off my third Romantic Times Convention hot and bothered, I'm here to witness otherwise. Porn for women is not about seeing men, albeit handsome and built men, in the midst of domestic servitude. Porn for women is about reading.

And that simple quirk of feminine wiring just might be the ticket to the survival of publishing as we know it. Women have always read naughty stories, starting from when we were pre-teens and went snooping under our parents' beds for racy material. If RT is any indication, we can't seem to get enough.

My very unscientific study of what sold at RT and has sold in the past comes down to this: women want porn as long as it's presented in stories of desire. We want lusty, strong male characters to eye the Bodice_ripper female protagonist with lascivious thoughts they cannot possibly enact initially because the female protagonist is about to be married/a nun/or captive to the Lord Vampire. (That one's obvious, no?) Either way, she is definitely a virgin. Preferably, a quivering, under educated and oversexed fertile female who desires the man who desires her, though, being innocent, she's not exactly sure why. But she'll soon discover!

After that, we women readers just want a lot of nakedness and thrusting and caressing this and cupping that. Things rising and swelling and going in and out. We like a mix up of atmosphere and situations and gazing. We even like new men, though our female protagonist has to be loyal to one special guy. Not her fault she was carried off by virile bandits and forced to submit to the Lord Vampire's will for the sake of her family/country/financial security.

I'm halfway through Bertrice Small's classic Skye O'Malley, a story with great potential and historical importance if Bertrice had cared about great potential and historical importance. Heck, it's about a woman in the 1500s who becomes a pirate between having crazy sex.  What a tale! However, Bertrice mostly cared about thrusting and heaving and things rising and swelling. It was embarrassing reading it on the Pittsburgh to JFK Flight because, even though I knew it was bad, I absolutely loved it. But occasionally I had to hide the words from the proper widow sitting next to me.

Attention_whore_beach This brings to mind all the naughty books we girls used to pass around in grade school. Actually, the books themselves weren't naughty. It was that they contained naughty chapters. Our favorites were, in no particular order, a druggy rape scene in Rosemary's Baby, Coffee, Tea or Me, Sidney Sheldon's The Other Side of Midnight and, for some inexplicable reason, a lunch scene in Jaws. Go figure.

We were in junior high school in the 70s and the dirty parts were so dog eared it was not uncommon to finally get hold of the verboten book and find the juicy parts missing. Alas, those days are gone. These days publishers are fulfilling teenage girls need to know by handing them The Gossip Girls and Rainbow Party (about oral sex). Library Journal refused to review the latter, though editors at Simon & Schuster, which commissioned the book, claimed they wanted it as a cautionary tale for teens.

Whatever.

My take is that you can publish racy books for girls, but they will never replace the adult books for women which are meant to be hidden under the bed - until they're found, naturally, by a snooping daughter. Some things never change.

So what was the book you passed around? And don't claim you didn't have one or two. This is The Lipstick Chronicles. We know how it is.

Sarah

 

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Gee, and on my drive home, I thought it was me--not the 1,000 or so bodice-rippers, dozen or so scantily-clad cover models, or one guitar-strumming Mr. Romance 1996, who is also apparently an author. Another opportunity in my life gone by the wayside.

While not pornographic in nature, I recall passing around Flowers in the Attic with my junior high friends.

I can't recall any books, but a copy of Playgirl made the rounds until it was discovered (and confiscated) by the music teacher!

My junior high students were very taken with _Flowers in the Attic_ and there are more books in the series, too, if I remember? (so this discussion is going to place us historically, just as the high school question places St. Louis residents geographically and sociologically).
_Peyton Place_ was a big deal "in my day" and some steamy scenes in some of the Bond novels. A friend had an _Everything You Wanted to Know about Sex_ book, and I babysat at a house with Playboys (interesting topics in the Forum and a prescription for feelings of inadequacy in the photos). Mom had an "Everything a girl needs to know" book, which she never gave me, but it was neatly hidden where I could easily find it. . .oh yeah, and _Gone with the Wind_, can't forget Scarlett (what a bad role model!)

When I was a freshman or sophomore in high school, I remember everyone reading Summer of '42. Not too racy, but there was an illicit affair between a twenty-something woman and a teenage boy.

I, THE JURY by Mickey Spillane, and the Infamous Panty Dropping Scene is still the standard for males of a Certain Age; collars and cuffs matched, and who had ANY IDEA?!?

That and an incredibly romantic description of the female orgasm in Fleming's novel THE SPY WHO LOVED ME; that single page caused that particular novel to be hidden in the laundry basket in the basement. When I discovered it, and read it, and got caught reading it, my mother went ballistic. She calmed down when she realized I was reading for the car chases and the exploding briefcases (the first two movies had been released, I was 9 or so.... kissing was 'mushy stuff', much less anything else. And there wasn't ANY of that in TSWLM, none, not even a Death Defying Leap or anything. Talk about feeling gypped....), but made me promise to never ever EVER tell anyone I'd read that particular escapade. Evidently, anyone outside the house finding out that Young William had read this would have resulted in stoning, burning at the stake, shunning, and all around bad nastiness.

Sorry, Mom, but the people here are nice, it's okay for me to tell I read that one...:)

Ahh. I remember Coffee, Tea or Me. I read my sister's copy. I was pretty amazed at how sexed-up stewardesses were (no flight attendant then). The scene I remember most was one of the characters having a Coca-Cola by the bed to shake up and use as an aftersex contraceptive. I always wondered if that really worked.

We also had National Geographic at our house...scandalous pictures!

And Josh, you mean you weren't one of the Mr Romances? I can't believe you weren't given that title this year!!

I forgot about Valley of the Dolls. It was a book that was shared among my friends...again courtesy of my older sister.

The book I remember being passed around, and hidden from adult eyes because it was "not for your age group," was The Exorcist. Around 7th/8th grade. The story scared me, and, had the book not been "forbidden," I don't know that I would have been so interested.

I don't remember porn/erotica, or even romance, making the rounds. But, I grew up in western NY, close to the Canadian border, and, late at night, we could get a Canadian television station, which ran racy programming. Or at least it was racy by our standards. There was swearing (!), and they showed movies that would not be shown by American stations.

Just remembered! The Other Side of Midnight, by Sidney Sheldon. That book made the rounds, and we all dutifully read the book and then puzzled out what had happened in the sex scenes.

BTW, I saw at copy of Coffee, Tea or Me on the shelves at B&N the other day. I thought it was long out of print.

The Godfather! Sonny Corleone is going at it with his sister Connie's bridesmaid very early on. Page Whatever. Oh, my! (shudder of pleasure.)

And Rosemary's Baby too.

There you have it. Gangster Sex. Satan Sex. What could be better literature for a 10th grade virgin?

My friends and I read the Angelique series--a historical bodice ripper written by a French couple long before Kathleen Woodiwiss came along. A beautiful French girl has sex with just about everybody in pre-Revolution France, then gets kidnapped by pirates and sold into an Arab harem. The auction scene was breathless. I just pulled the book off my shelf now and re-read the auction scene, which is now utterly tame, but in 1968-WOW!

Also The Crazy Ladies, which I read along with all my fellow lifguards one summer---even reading aloud to hysterical laughter. The book ended in a huge orgy on a Thanksgiving buffet table, if I recall. Otherwise, the plot was forgettable. But it made a summer for 6 bored teenagers.

Off to the polls! Go, Hillary!

Mary McCarthy's The Group. I don't recall it as being particularly graphic (I still have a copy from the 60s, so I could check), but I was so impressed by this group of friends going off to the Big City and having lives! And sex! I swear that book was one of the reasons I went to a women's college (and never regretted it).

ISTR the girls on the bus passing around Marilyn French's THE WOMEN'S ROOM. The guys in my high school class weren't much for passing books around, but I do seem to remember Joseph Wambaugh's THE CHOIRBOYS making the rounds, which briefly resulted in the word "scrote" being a popular insult for several months.

The Group? Really? Shoot. I don't remember that....and my mother recommended I read it.

Definitely the Women's Room, though.

Nancy - Is this Skye O'Malley you're referring to? Because it sounds oh so similar.

Sidney Sheldon. I can't remember which one, but I do remember discovering that if I found the right-sized books, I could switch the book jackets, and then boldly walk around with the naughty books.

Which is why one of the things they always give away at RT is a book cover - sturdy and re-usable. So you can read on the bus or the train and not offend anyone. Hah. I hope no one thinks they're fooling their kids - that would have been like a bulls eye for me.

I don't remember any racy novels, but I do remember Boccaccio's "Decameron"....priests and nuns.....oh heavens! Made senior year interesting for a few of us, for sure.

I definitely remember Flowers in the Attic being passed around. But I was too much of a nerd to be included in that circle ... oh well, I'll just stay nerdy and say that the sexiest writing I ever saw for women is some 17th-18th century French "forbidden books." They were so popular that they got read literally to death and only a tiny number of practically shredded copies have survived. When I encountered passages of them in a secondary text I had to leave the library and go for a brisk walk.

I never got passed these books by friends, but I found all the same ones on the bookshelf at the local drugstore. I would go there and sit on the floor and read them all -- Sidney Sheldon and Jackie Collins especially. Nobody stopped me although they must've known I was there.

I also have vivid memories of that scene with Sonny Corleone and the bridesmaid, although The Godfather is in a different category altogether. That's literature, not smut.

My senior year, when I was on the school newspaper, I bought a porn book from a local newstand. No photos, just racy text. I would read it aloud to the assembled staffers during our otherwise wasted study halls. One thing I remember was being in mid-sentence when our advisor walked in, quickly hiding the book behind my back, and finishing the sentence, which ended with "turgid veins." Our advisor looked around at us, shook his head, and turned tail. Good times.

Ah! Flowers in the Attic. I couldn't read that series fast and often enough. But the one I remember being passed around at school was Judy Blume's Forever. I was only 12 at the time. My mom said she had to read it first. It was about an older guy and a teenager having sex. Thats all I remember about it. I learned at lot from Judy Blume when I was a teen.

Sarah, this is a great topic, especially since I'm currently reading Bubbles in Trouble. My husband demanded to know what the hell was so funny last night--I was at the geography lesson of Whoopee, halfway between Intercourse and Paradise. I have never laughed so hard while reading, not even at Evanovich.

My mother used to hide her written porn under the bed or in her underwear drawer. Does anyone else remember Candy? She also had Valley of the Dolls, and there was another one around the same time called The Carpetbaggers that was pretty racy.

When I was a young mother, a friend who was also housebound with no car and a small child lent me books from her stash: The Story of O, The Secret Life of a Victorian Gentleman, and some others that have been lost in the fog of time, most written by the same person: Anonymous. I have no idea where this friend got these books, by the way. Years later, another friend recommended Men in Love, by Nancy Friday, who also wrote porn thinly disguised as "research". Princess Daisy had some eye-opening scenes, as well.

Anais Nin's books are wild, and so is her diary, called Fire: From a Journal of Love. She was quite a rebel in her times.

When I was in high school, you could still buy really raunchy magazines with short stories in them, sort of an Ellery Queen of porn. I never did buy any, but found one hidden in the basement once at my aunt's. Could never decide if it was my uncle's, or if it was hidden by one of my boy cousins. I suspect the latter.

Flowers in the Attic, the entire series, was disturbing.

Harley, the door scene in the GODFATHER ... marrone....

Nancy, the Angelique series by "Sergeanne Golon", a husband and wife team. If I remember correctly, they were Paperback Library books (who also did the DARK SHADOWS series; at that age, Barnabas and Quentin were much more important, but still....) which became Warner Books eventually. Holy mackerel.... that was some major MAJOR stuff back then.

Harold Robbins. Jacqueline Susann. As Spock said, "Ah yes.... The Giants." Sections of THE CARPETBAGGERS are still the standard.

Gossip, I can’t remember the author, but I do remember the elevator scene. The Godfather, Jaws, Sidney Sheldon, Harold Robbins and Jackie Collins also made the rounds at my high school.

It was great to meet everyone at the Omni for drinks and fabulous conversation. A big thanks to Kathy, Nancy and Sarah for hosting the gathering and providing the flashing lips for us to wear!!

Before I even read the other responses...my favorites.

Shanna/Katherine Woodiwiss
Skye O'Malley/Bertrice Small-my very first romance novel and was so disappointed that they all didn't live up to that one.
Gidget/Frederick Kohner
The Godfather/Mario Puzo-we sat around the lunch table at high school in 72 reading the scene where Sonny nails the bridesmaid against the door.
Knight in Shining Armour/Devereaux

I am not even going into the whys. Dear Hubby doesn't care. He has even offered to invest in leatherbound editions of some of these books!

I still have my copy of Coffee, Tea or Me. I also have a couple of the knockoffs, The Fly Girls and one about wedding gown department in a NYC store-can't remember the name.

While the book Bridges of Madison County didn't do all that much for me, the movie did!

It's all about Clint Eastwood in Bridges, Pam!

Another long-forgotten series is Justine. I never did read any of them, but my best friend raves about those books.

Karen, you're right...but it was about the last Clint movie you can say that. Isn't it amazing how just a look or a phrase can do the same thing as 10 pages of explicit action?

Princess Daisy definitely opened my eyes with a couple of scenes. I think that was my first lesbian sex scene.

Flowers In The Attic was passed around, but I, too, found it disturbing. Skye O'Malley was one of my first. And there was one I routinely stole out of my mother's nightstand and then would put back, but I don't remember the name of it. It had people on the beach in the sunset on the cover, or something. Much of my initial education came from that book.

You people are a bunch of perverts.

I went to Catholic school. We were taught not to read sexy stuff. We should read the Bible. There is no sex in the Bib--

Never mind.

Uh, Ramona--I went to Catholic school, too, as did all the rest of the perv, er, relatives.

Um, so did I. Elementary and High School, and two years of college.

Oooooo the illicit books. How about the Book of the Month Club books in our parent's shelves -- NOT EVEN HIDDEN! It was Parrish, The Sins of Rachel Cade, and God's Little Acre. Whoooeeeee!

In the late 60's it was a book about a [sexually] free school. I can't remember the title or the author. I think that means that the books above were better written as they made the lasting impression.

Kissin' Cousin to the Catholics, here. Lutheran education k-8...we just ignored sex.

I'm sticking to that story.

Oh, Ramona. You are one funny girl.

Everyone knows the Catholic School kids had the best porn. They probably still do. Nothing like making something forbidden to get every kid hot on the, uh, trail.

One of my aunts worked in a bookstore and bought tons of hot romances, then carted them by the box to my house when I was about 12 or so. I think my mom thought they were the lesser-of-the-evils (fairly chaste romances), but in there were some things that my mom totally missed, with menages, lots of heaving, thrusting, specific descriptions, etc. I didn't understand half of what I read and I knew I definitely wasn't old enough. (And sometimes now? I am still not old enough.)

So like Ramona, I went back to the completely sexless Bible. (My obituary describing death-by-lightning bolt should reference this comment. Thank you.)

I didn't pass around a lot of questionable books with my friends at that age, although I did manage to get my hands (and eyes) on Valley of the Dolls and, later, Harold Robbins, Sydney Sheldon, Judith Kranz (love her books), and, of course, Kathleen Woodiwiss. Now that I'm older and, I hope, at least a little wiser, I prefer my romances to feature a bit more equality; give me Jenny Cruisie!

Don't forget the Rosemary Rogers 'horny novels'!
Evidently the Mom's had read the Carpetbagger's and we were forbidden to see the movie. But back then on the Delmar Loop, you had the Tivoli and down the block, the Varsity. We were dropped off at Tivoli, where there was a John Wayne western, but walked down to the Varsity to see the Carpetbaggers. We didn't see what was suppose to be so lurid, so guess the book was better than the movie!

I read The Angel Inside Went Sour - over and over again. So why can't I remember any of it?

My mom wasn't into romance/heaving bosom novels, more of a Ludlum, Steven King, scary monster action books. And she never worried if I read them. The only book that really freaked me out at 16 was Helter Skelter.

Now when I want heavy action books - Laurell K. Hamilton . . .

A high school friend made a "Peyton Place" book cover and put it on one of his required-reading novels. ;-)
I had a subscription to Playgirl when it was brand new, and you are right, pictures just aren't that satisfying without a storyline . . . plus, one of my friends at the office went through a copy one day and told me which of the models her BROTHER had spent the weekend with. It sort of killed any romantic fantasies.
When they called to renew the subscription, I said no because I found it boring. "Boring? To you mean offensive?" -- nope, boring.
(Playboy did have good writers -- Playgirl, not so much).

Oh, Gaylin, I know how you feel. Helter Skelter freaked me out, too. The tv miniseries was just as bad.

Books that you passed around to friends at school:

You mean you all actually had friends that READ BOOKS? :-0 Damn, why couldn't I have gone to school with any of you? :-( My friends, the ones I tried to fit in with did not read for pleasure, and discussing any kind of book was uncool. So I read my treasures at home and didn't tell anyone about them at all. I was reading my dad's science fiction and thrillers at 12/13 years old. Nothing like early Clive Cussler and his tomcat, Dirk Pitt, to rouse the heat in any lady reader. Implied sex scenes, with just enough give away to cause a tingle. Other than that, I kept one appocalyptic novel that not only had a great story, but even better sex scenes. :-D Reread that one a lot - "Down to a Sunless Sea". Also went through a romance novel stage when I was about 15: read some of the Angelique books, and about 20 Barbara Cartlands back to back. The Angelique books were fun, but the non-stop Cartlands got tiresome - formula stands out incredibly when you get too much of it. I did the same intensive reading of Jack Higgins once - shudder. Big mistake, but that's another story.

Oh yeah, Jackie Collins "The Stud", and the "Bitch" - the movies were fun too. :-D

marianne

Mary, I also had a subscription to Playgirl when it first came out, and you're so right about it being boring. The best part was not the photos, though--it was the letters to the editor! And they sometimes had fantasies in the back of the mag which were much more titillating than the dull photos.

When I got married again in 1982 some friends threw me a great bachelorette party, complete with squirm-making porn movies (no video back then). But one friend gave me a magazine for gay men. Now THAT had some interesting photos! We were all struck by the difference--in Playgirl, none of the men looked, shall I say, interested. But in Mandate (yep, that was the name), they all looked extremely interested. I never quite got why a magazine for women would not show such a thing, too.

Oh, and Australia had it's own raunchy, sexy tv series in the 70s: "Number 96". I was not allowed to watch it when I was a kid, but as I was venturing towards my teens, my granparents let me, and wondered what all of the fuss was about. This was my bitchy Catholic Grandma...you never can tell. :-D

Marianne

In my Lutheran elementary school, the Boy Scouts always had a paper drive. The would haul in a big semi-trailer and the entire congregation would bring up their newspapers they had been saving since the last drive. I was such a tom boy that I would go with my brother and help the guys in the back move the stacks of paper & magazines to the back of the truck. And, no, nothing happened, but yes, we did get some very interesting magazines. I wish I had all of those old Playboys now.

Sex Ed is best learned in the gutters (or back of newspaper recycle trucks. You get the most truth that way!

In seventh grade our science teacher assigned "Go Ask Alice." I'm sure you all know that the fastest way to get kids to do something is to assign it as homework, right? Riiiiiight.

Being the nerd that I was...er...am, I read the book, and while there are some scary drug scenes (which, I think is why it was assigned...) the sex scenes sure stood out more. I remember the guy sitting next to me saying, "whoa...what page is that on?!"

I just remembered! "The Patriot" series - I loved those!

Sarah! YES!!!!!

Honestly did not! Still don't.

Plenty of great stuff to read without it! Just like Jimmy Stewart used to say about the movies - paraphrased - great intimacy can be implied with a wink and a nod and a clinch.

And didnt have to worry about hypocrisy (sic) with the kid finding out that I didnt walk the walk.

My Aunt Lindia Lou used to send my mom a few trashy romance novels every now and then. Mom claimed once that she never read them. I was inclined to believe her, who knows. The first one I ever remember hiding under the bed to read (literally, my little sister's bed was set really high, so I crawled under there and into a few closets as well) was Brand of Diamonds ... okay, highly upset now because I just frantically dug through my book collection (which my roommate thinks is way too big and I think is way too small) because I couldn't remember the author's name, and I CAN'T FIND IT!!!! An intensive search will soon commence ... but to continue my story, I got caught reading it several times, and Mom and Dad tried hiding it from me, but I always found it. Finally, Dad put it in a garage sale and it was lost to me forever -- before I was even finished!!!! I got out of the genre shortly after that (I was in junior high, my resources were somewhat limited) and didn't get into "trashy romance novels" again until I met my best friend Tiffany in college and she got me started. It took me a while to find the book again, mostly because I have the memory of an 80-year-old woman and couldn't remember the title, but I finally did and was able, at long last, to finish the story. I'm pleased to report it had the happy ending I was rooting for (of course). Naturally, as it was my first, I had to add Brand of Diamonds to my collection, even though it's been years since I've had the desire to read it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a book to find.

John Jakes, The Bastard and beyond...Had to hunt that down.

Oh Ramona, you clearly did not go to the right Catholic schools. We didn't pass around books either (one of the reasons my early exposure to "smut" died such an early death) mostly because I was the only nerd that actually read for fun, but telling our own dirty jokes/stories was the most common way to pass recess for a while. Lord only knows what the boys were doing. And I can't remember what the series was, but my Dad had a cousin who was about 10 years older than me, and she let me borrow a bunch of historical romances that were pretty tame, with each book featuring a girl in a different state. If I'm not mistaken, the titles were the state, I think .. don't really remember -- anyone else read those?

Success!!!!! for a minute there I was really worried that it was gone as, having recently had a very thorough spring cleaning, for once I knew all my books were in one spot. I found it: Brand of Diamonds by Ann Major, a Silhouette Special Edition No. 83 Good Lord! published in '83. I was 2 and Julia was new, where in the world did Mom find time to read? This proves it, she is super woman.

Not many of my friends in school liked to read, so I contented myself with books from the store. That is, when I wasn't raiding my mom's bookshelf for 'Roots', 'The Black Rose' and many other classics.

As for this past weekend at Romantic Times? Dear God...I have an entire tour report and slide show ready. LOL! It was fun to get chocolate chip cookies (soft and chewy, my fave!) from Nancy. And of course, to see Sarah! And meet so many authors and bloggers from this site. I am still smiling about it, even while work spirals out of control.

hollygee, I remember a similar book about free sex in a school. I took Human Sexuality my freshman year in college and that book was a required reading (plus a few more explicit novels). It talked about these coeds living in the same house and being taught how to give and have long, meaningful sex. Whew! Very explicit! Anyhoo, I can't remember the name of it, but it was around 1971. I do remember, however, everyone in my class had read the books when it was time for discussion. ;-)

Seventeen was passed around alot in Middle School but at that time I was busy reading those sappy teen romances where the big sex scene was when they finally ...kissed! But then I discovered The North and the South & Princess Daisy and my reading preferences quickly changed (but I still won't share that info with my mother who even though I have kids and am 37 would be appalled!) Gotta say though, the hottest reading I have ever done was on the suggestion of a pastor - that my husband and I read and act out Song of Solomon on our honeymoon...Whoo boy! Until then I didn't realize that was even in the Bible! Maybe no heaving and thrusting but some racy description none the less!

In jr hi it was Forever Amber; hi schl, Peyton Place; college, Lady Chatterley's Lover. In the 60's, Sergeanne Golon's Angelique series. In the 70's I passed on most of my bodice rippers, including Skye O'Malley, to my then teenaged daughter. Now I prefer more mystery and less thrusting. It was more fun when it was "banned in Boston."

Becky -- I remembered! It was the Harrad Experiment. By Robert Rimmer [I'm sorry, but the snark is leaking out my mouth, I'm trying to hold it in].

And OMG, they made a movie and a sequel from it!!!!!!

I won't think what it says about me that I'm finally delurking to participate in the naughty book discussion. I had to jump in though. Am I the only one that read "Fanny Hill" in high school? This was in the 70's and we passed it around the debate team. Either proof that we were kind of literary or more likely what total dweebs we were!

No, not Fanny Hill. Tom Jones, for me. Because I had just seen the movie. Sigh…Albert Finney.

Hey! I read Tom Jones for 12th grade english. Too long, that book, but the movie was bawdy fun. Susannah York, what a luscious virgin waiting to be deflowered.

Josh, the cool thing about Tom Jones is that it was written so long ago, in 1749. That's getting close to 300 years ago now, and it's amazing to think that sort of stuff was going on then, and most likely in the time of the caveman, as well.

Fanny Hill is another one my friend lent me. Also published in 1749, by the way. For those of you who have never read this classic, you can read it online here: http://fiction.eserver.org/novels/fanny_hill/01.html

I was just remembering _Forever Amber_ also, although I mostly remember the very sad and disgusting ending.
_Brave New World_ had interesting rules of sexuality, if I'm remembering correctly, as did _Stranger in a Strange Land_.
For factual information, _My Body My Self_ first put together and published by a women's liberation group.

John Jakes, yes. But how can nobody have mentioned Fear of Flying??

Late to the party. You guys have mention some of my oldie but goldies.

Coffee, Tea, or Me.... I L-O-V-E-D that book. I was thinking about it just the other day. Who wrote that?

I read a couple of pages of Fear of Flying. Did you see the story in Talk of the Town a couple of weeks ago, where one of Jong's sister's stood up at a celebratory lecture at Columbia (or NYU, I'm not sure which) and reamed her out for ruining her life?

As I have said to Sarah, and as she has seen as recently as Friday, we family members who feel aggrieved will never let it go. Never.

Yeah, I read that. It was gruesome -- sounded well-deserved though.

I just remembered---discovering Anais Nin in college. Whooo!

I'm ruining the count by saying this, but as of 10 p.m. there were 69 comments.

Coincidence? I think not.

hollygee, thanks for remembering the title. I could only come up with the Experiment part! I read Tom Jones and Fanny Hill, along with Gulliver's Travels, in a British lit class in college. The class was about social satire, but the students were so into the bawdyness of the books!

ArkansasCyndi, the book was written by two stewardesses (and a guy writer) about their experiences flying the friendly skies in the 60's.

Donald Bain, Trudy Baker, & Rachel Jones

Thank you Becky. I tried to look it up on amazon a couple of weeks ago. Interesting, huh?

hahahahah...im inseventh grade n we keep passing sydney sheldons "tell me yuor dreams"
so0o much fun!

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