A professor with a liking for professional wrestling is caught in a deadly battle between feminists and Boston's pornography industry over the disappearance of a beautiful stripper
If there is an award – and there should be – for Least Sexy Book about the Sex Industry, it should go to Peeping Thomas, a book that resembles an economic textbook far more than it does a porn film. But Reeves can write rippingly. Let me open the book at random:
“By reflex I rose from the sofa, as if preparing for a formal introduction. What to say to her? Compliment her on her fellatio technique? Ask her how she achieved such an expressive range of moans? But then it was clear that I didn’t have to say anything. As they crossed the room, she faltered once or twice, swooned against Teddy’s arm as he supported her. She was barefoot and she wore only a silver slip.”
And this was Reeve’s last book, despite the tantalizing biographical note: “… he is at work on a third Thomas Theron novel, Thomas Solves the Mystery of Life.” And there’s only one other book before it in the series: Doubting Thomas.
Well, Reeves taught at Harvard, and and his main character, a disreputable, drunken, bleary-eyed American Studies professor, teaches at the mythical Wesley College somewhere in Boston.
Reeves’ mistake was moving to New York City, in my humane opinion. Peeping Thomas is a love letter to Boston; the author had to remain in this semi-provincial port to convincingly write. After he stopped producing novels (in 1990), Reeves (according to Wikipedia) taught creative writing at Southhampton College – a fairly tragic fate.
I couldn't read fast enough for about the last 20 pages. haha. This was just as good as the first Prof. Thomas Theron book and I hope Robert Reeves writes more of these. I really like the smug Prof.