Truly the most disgusting book I’ve ever read. A lot of reviews mention the amuatuer-style writing, how freaking annoying Amber is with her temper tantrums (“what will I do if I don’t work at the club!”), but here’s the real issue with this book: it’s a story about an abusive man breaking a confident career woman by bringing her to his sleazy gangrape club.
Grace is a theater director. She’s perfectly happy with every facet of her life, except her relationship with David. They’ve been dating for six months but he’s still secretive and closed off. She just wants to be happy with David. But instead of being an adult and asking him about his constant deflections about their relationship, or even breaking off the relationship, she decides she’s eternally devoted to him no matter what.
David has different tastes in bed. That’s his entire reason for being scummy and evasive with Grace. He doesn’t like love. Like, this one time, all his mates were in happy relationships and suddenly there was less bro time and David just could not handle that. (He watched male friends fall into the same trap. Besotted with the women they’d fallen in love with, they changed. The rounds of golf became few and far between, while nights out with their male friends gradually tapered off.) So no, David will not grow up, thank you very much.
He decides maybe he likes Grace and, after six months of not even bringing up the topic in hypothetical, he wants to take her to this club that’s all about his hardcore desires. He doesn’t tell Grace this, just suggests that maybe they should get away for the weekend and wear something nice.
So this club is super posh, Grace is enthralled and thinks David is just so thoughtful and wonderful, when he springs his desires on her. Like a normal human, Grace is rightfully confused when her boyfriend suddenly admits he wants to watch her have sex with other people:
[Grace] What I don’t understand is why we have to do this when we were already so happy. We have a great sex life. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had, and we suit each other in almost every way. Stupidly it seems, I thought that would be enough for you. Why do you want to change things?
[David] I have to change things. We have been happy, but if you don’t want to share in this side of my life then no matter how hard I try to make it work out, I know I’ll get bored eventually. For me, the sex we’re having isn’t enough.
[Grace] You’re just talking about sex!
[David] Don’t you feel loved and cherished after sex?
[G] Yes, but there’s far more to it than that. Women need tenderness; desire comes through feeling that you’re cherished, not the other way around
[D] How do you know that, Gracie? How can you be so sure that what you’ve always been led to believe is, in reality, the only way women can start to feel desire?
[Grace] Don’t you believe that love exists?
[David] I hope it does, which is why I’ve brought you here. I want to experience love, love as I understand, and I believe you can help me through your experiences at the Dining Club. I want to love you, Grace, but if that’s going to happen I need you to have absolute trust in me
[Grace] I’m scared; doesn’t that matter to you?
[David] Don’t be scared. You don’t have to choose anything, you know that. If none of them appeal to you, then all you have to do is tell Laura. There’s no pressure on you, Gracie, it’s only that…
Trembling, Grace looked at him, and saw the regret in his eyes.
Just a few examples within a matter of pages. David is constantly deflecting and guilting Grace into doing what he wants. Even during the process of these idiotic trials in the Dining Club, David tells her if she fails at any time he’ll never talk to her again. That’s it. Relationship over. And instead of being a grown-up and telling David how many shades of stupid that is, Grace decides he’s worth it. Because the entire time Grace is undergoing these trials, she’s reminding herself that if SHE WANTS TO GAIN HIS LOVE, she has to succeed.
What?!?!?
Ladies and gentlemen, I want to assure you that being freaky in bed is a wonderful, normal thing. Yes, approaching the subject with your partner can be awkward and maybe sometimes difficult. But it really can be as simple as “Hey, this is kinda weird, but what if sometime we tried this thing? Haha, just kidding… but what if…” And if your partner isn’t okay with it, don’t be David. Don’t guilt, don’t coerce, don’t force! And for the love of god:
DON’T TAKE THEM TO YOUR SECRET SEX CLUB AND ALLOW YOUR EMPLOYEES TO RAPE YOUR PARTNER.
Grace and David dated for six months. At any point he could’ve pulled out some fuzzy handcuffs--something light and simple--and asked Grace what she thought. Nope, we go full steam ahead into the real kinky stuff! And here’s another big no-no: NOTHING IS EXPLAINED TO GRACE.
She’s not told what will happen in these scenes. She’s not told how to control the scene. She’s not given a safe word--ever! She’s actually pleading at one point during a trial and David, in typical David fashion:
[Grace] Stop!
[David] Be quiet, Grace! Don’t try to change what’s being done to you. That’s not allowed.
THIS IS NOT OKAY. Nothing that happens in this book is safe, sane, or consensual. Grace is constantly guilted, coerced, and manipulated because she wants David to love her. At one point, during a trial where just a tiny little bit was explained, a man penetrates Grace. She did not know this was part of the trial! She wasn’t told, “Hey, by the way, this dude is here to have sex with you!” But Grace doesn’t question it!!!!! Why doesn’t she question it!!!!!! In a normal scene, someone could call their safeword to slow down or stop! But not Grace--she knows it’s what David wants, so she does it. THIS IS NOT OKAY!
David actively secludes Grace from the outside world and anyone who would help her--y’know, like an actual abusive piece of garbage--and deludes herself into thinking everything that happens is okay. And even when Grace, before her brainwashing, asks for clarity:
[David] You’re so beautiful, beautiful and insatiable. It’s an irresistible combination
[Grace] Then why isn’t it enough for you. Why do we have to come here and...
[D] Because it’s exciting and challenging. It’s impossible to be bored if you belong to the Dining Club
[Grace] I don’t understand how, if you truly feel anything for me, you can take pleasure in seeing me hurt. It doesn’t make any sense. That’s not what a loving relationship is meant to be about
[David] I don’t want to see you hurt. I want you to learn that immense pleasure can come through just a little pain
[G] I don’t believe that’s true. It’s cruel and you’re being unkind
[D] It is true, my darling. If you really loved me, then you’d trust me
[G] I do love you! Why won’t you believe that?
[D] I want to believe it, but you’re making it very difficult for me when you won’t even try something that I’ve told you I enjoy
[G] You mean you’ll enjoy seeing me hurt in front of virtual strangers?
[D] No! The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure that follows it. You keep saying you love me, yet you won’t trust me. Show me how much you love me, try it
I WANT TO BELIEVE YOU BUT YOU’RE MAKING IT VERY DIFFICULT FOR ME????
Ah yes, the perfect picture of a healthy relationship, right?
These examples are from only the first half of the book. I can’t type out the rest. I just can’t. I have dog-earred and penciled the heck out of this book because I am truly disgusted by this poor excuse for erotica. The majority of comments include “STOP” and “OMG” and, personally my favorite found on every other page, “RUN!!!!”
Nothing in this book is researched. If this is the author’s idea of “alpha male” and BDSM, I’m terrified.
For example. Grace, who has never shown interest or experience, is nearly suspended from the ceiling for a long period of time; she’s also left alone for an unknown amount of time WHILE suspended. You can’t do this to a green person. The strain on the muscles alone is not good; there’s no mention of aftercare because none of this is healthy BDSM and, as David constantly reminds her, none of it is about Grace. It’s about his happiness. It’s about how happy he’ll be after he’s tortured--uh, he means after he’s watched Grace experience so much pleasure! But, as Grace assures us:
Remembering how she’d struggled to control her desires, and how she’d wept in his arms when Saturday night was over, Grace wondered how he could call her experience pure pleasure, but she knew better than to say anything. If she really wanted this man to love her, then she needed to know what his deepest desires were, and whether or not she would be able to fulfill them.
Oh wait. That’s not encouraging. But David needs to love her! She has to gain his love! So she allows herself to be brainwashed, to be secluded, to throw her entire career away all for him. She throws away her career!! Because David is all that matters.
I’m not even going to mention the obvious stuff--no, let��s do it anyway. I can suspend my disbelief quite a bit but not once are condoms or medical records ever mentioned. If you and your partner are talking about getting involved in a club scene, or even attending a swinger party, please be smart and safe. In novels like this, it’s so important to mention condoms. Grace never even asks to see anyone’s STD results! She never asks for any kind of paperwork or asks about condoms, and let’s not forget that in the course of the book she’s raped several times by different men. But David said it was okay and he loved it, so it’s fine, right?
Puke.
All I can say is, there’s so much more to say about this book. There’s so much more in all of these scenes and, oh my god, the way the author attempts to fool us into believing Grace wants any of it--hint: she doesn’t! She’s coerced into every scene all to gain David’s love, which is so important to her! At one point when she’s being passed around in a competition of “sex slaves” the author is still attempting to assure us that Grace wants it, when the text reads “Removing herself mentally from what was happening” because she’s definitely enjoying herself and not using a coping mechanism to survive! I could go on and on forever.
At one point, when attempting to articulate my horror and despair about this book to my best friend, she stated matter-of-fact, “It’s a horror novel.”
And when it’s read like that--David being a charming serial dater secretly trying to ruin every woman he comes across, and Grace being too naive to understand and without a friend to help--then yes, it’s a freakishly good read. You could probably compare it to You from Caroline Kepnes. In this sense, The Dining Club is legitimately more terrifying than anything Stephen King could write. And that scares me.