A friend recommended this book : "Whores for Gloria". Being the irreverent book-loving sort, generally I read most things that are recommended by friends. But I do NOT recommend this one - unless you need to kill off or disable an inconvenient libido.
Bizarrely, the book cover quotes a NY Times review " a lyrical poem of the streets". One of two things went on for that reviewer: first option - this quote is wildly out of context and the full sentence would have read something like " the pulverizing depravity, the portrait of utter despair, and the vast and varied sexual violence take this book far away from being ' a lyrical poem of the street'". OR the second alternative, the reviewer went to very different poetry class than I did.
More importantly, when I reported back to my friend that I wasn't sure I was still speaking to him after he put me through this very ragged 150 pages -- I did allow that if I ever needed to "corral, restrain or kill off an inconvenient libido, I knew just the book I would reach for". Never has so much sex been less erotic than in "Whores for Gloria".
Good thing, actually, as I have an inconvenient libido - the one that exists when you are not dating anyone, not cohabitating or married. But if need be, I guess I could read this book again. Yes, that's the review I would put on the cover: guaranteed to make abstinence very, very appealing.
I know that there are many people who are comfortable and at peace living sexless lives, but I am not one of them. Wait - there was one period of time when I was quite content to be sexless - that would be called marriage.
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