The Devil's Sperm Is Cold (Vassi Collection) by Vassi, Marco published by Permanent Pr Pub Co [ Paperback ]

by Marco Vassi

Marco Vassi was possibly the greatest erotic writer of his generation. His first publisher at Olympia Press, Maurice Girodius, compares his talent of prose to Henry Miller's writing. His sexual explorations and literary talent are the foundations of nine novels written between 1970 and 1976. Although his life was cut short, his memory lives on with the release of The Vassi Collection. The collection includes nine fiction titles and his autobiographical memoir, THE STONED APOCALYPSE, which follows his sexual liberation while on a trip he took in the sixties. Join Vassi in his exploration of the human sexual and spiritual experience.

Genres: Erotica

Unknown Binding

First published January 1, 1993

About the author

Marco Ferdinand William Vasquez-d'Acugno Vassi (New York City, November 6, 1937 – New York City, January 14, 1989) was an American experimental thinker and author, most noted for his erotica. He wrote fiction and nonfiction, publishing hundreds of short stories, articles, and more than a dozen novels. Many of his works appeared as "Anonymous" in their first printings. He is most often compared to Henry Miller, has been called the greatest erotic writer of his time and "foremost of his generation," and praised by the likes of Norman Mailer, Gore Vidal, Saul Bellow, and Kate Millett.

Reviews

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The perfect title to lure you in. How am I suppose to resist such a book.

Well it's a trap set by the devil for certain. It's boring, the writing reminds me of pulp-fiction. This is the pretentious shit side of erotica. The forward and introduction was the most interesting part.

The third issue is human dignity, a phrase which seems almost to have lost all meaning, and which is even being denied referential reality by one of America’s most prominent psychologists and perhaps millions who are persuaded along the lines he proposes. It is clear that the concept of human dignity, if understood merely as an ideal to be strived for, is nothing more than another image by which people hypnotize themselves. But if we understand it as a quality of being, then we are talking about something which, like the peaks of distant mountains, is usually attained by only by a few. Along erotic lines and in its bluntest terms, the question might be asked: is eating shit consistent with human dignity? In The Devil’s Sperm Is Cold, when Margaret is allowing Al Leeds to debase her, she notes that from one viewpoint, lying naked on a rug while an odious man shoves his shoe into her cunt is terribly degrading, but “existentially, it’s no more or less peculiar than anything else.”

It is precisely what might be called an existentialist-nihilist attitude...

Some interesting life advice from Marco...

Except for an occasional small piece, I don’t do any more erotic writing. I’ve said pretty much all I can say about what I have tried, and am now much more interested in integrating my experiences. My only possible words of comfort at this time would be: Don’t settle for secondhand experience. Find out for yourself. Don’t get caught up in the rigidity of traditionalism nor get swept away by the latest fad. Somewhere inside you is a voice, a feeling, a sense, which knows, knows beyond all doubt, what is fitting for you. And if you follow that, then it doesn’t matter whether externally you take the role of a piss-drinking transvestite or a model of marital fidelity. Because you will be true to yourself, and all the opinions of the experts and sexperts, of the gurus and scientists, of the hallowed texts and modem treatises, the magazine articles and preachments of erotic revolutionaries, will sound like so much empty chatter in your ears. And as with an annoying radio station that keeps breaking in with advertisements while you are trying to listen to music, you will simply and finally turn the dial and switch off all the self-styled pundits in order to pay attention to the reality of the erotic truth with which the living moment lovingly embraces you.

...then it doesn’t matter whether externally you take the role of a piss-drinking transvestite or a model of marital fidelity. Because you will be true to yourself...
Thank you Marco, that's almost wholesome of you. But I'm sure straight people, having normal sex and not cheating don't need to hear that.
So, I think the overall message he was trying to convey was don't go chasing something new for your highs. At least that was my wholesome interpretation of this foreword. Henry Miller told Anis something similar. Good advice!

“No,” he told her. “I don’t want it that way. I don’t want to be just any cock. When I come inside you, I want you to know who it is that splashes your pussy with his sperm. I want you to know whose flesh it is that drives you wild. This is not one of your dirty stories that you read all day. This is real life.”

Awkward. I wonder if Marco was intentionally calling out to the reader.