You always take a risk when purchasing a book on the whim, and when the first story in this Erotic Tales collection has a woman whacking off a horse, you question if the risk paid off. I can safely say, more often than not, the book’s an unpleasant read. Now, I’m not squeamish by nature, but this book’s perverted – not in a Nabokov way, but in a Humbert Humbert way.
The grosser sections of the book, like the woman and the horse, try to intellectualise the actions with ill-conceived pretension. One story, a woman internalises her physical violence, because once her father punched her as a child to save them both from drowning in water – what a load of pseudo psychological crap. Often, you’ll find misogynistic passages or preserved inclinations justified with half-baked intellectualism, when in reality, the writer is a dirty old b----.
It’s a shame, because on a prose level, the writing is good. The writer achieves a lot with very little. There’re some stories perfectly fine in this collection, and some with zero eroticism in at all, and these stories I enjoyed. However, I cannot recommend this book, and I will probably throw away the copy I purchased. In short, something's are best kept in the past, especially if they’ve no integrity or artistic value.