Finished this short one (154 pages) last nite. Saucy, sinful, painful. Ahh, the menage a quatre, couple swapping is hot. Then it's not. Too bad we imagine things could or even should stay hot. And when they cool we get all stupid about it, or wonder what went wrong. There's no such thing as hot without cold. There's no such thing as ON without OFF. Irving whips um up here as usual, you can see um naked. And he got me. The two quotes in the front of the book were more telling after the read.
There were four of us then, not merely two, and in our quaternion the vintage sap flowed and bled and boiled as it may never again. John Hawkes, The Blood Oranges.
It was a most amazing business, and I think that it would have been better in the eyes of God if they had all attempted to gouge out each other's eyes with carving knives. But they were "good people". Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier.
Irving is my writing professor. Book recommended. Review done.
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