Not since Stendhal's On Love has a book celebrated the love of women with the unfettered honesty of Alberto Bevilacqua's Eros. Half Memoir and half novel, without apology or embarrassment, Eros explores the forms and meaning of physical passion in a man's life.
I tried to get into this book and ended up skim reading it.
Viscount William Chatsworth goes to his cousin the Duke to see if he will help save his estate, when the Duke declines, he storms out and literally runs into Lady Calliope. The duke comes out and tells Chatsworth that he has compromised Calliope and needs to marry her. He begrudgingly does so, then spends 90% of the book away from her as a bitter man. And the last 10% decides he wants to love her and make a go of the marriage.
I am not entirely sure of the purpose of this story. First off, I didn't like Chatsworth at all. He felt entitled to his cousin's fortune and went in with that attitude. And the whole compromised in the whole because he ran into her was really dumb. Also, what's the point of having a couple into a forced marriage if they aren't going to spend any time together.
This was a clean read, they barely spoke in the book and then all of sudden decide they are in love. Honestly, I am only leaving this review because I promised to on Netgalley and it's fucking up my feedback ratio. I would not recommend and probably won't read another book by this author.
The green-eyed monster can put thoughts into your head that normally would never come to rise especially when you are only looking out for the betterment of your people! Viscount William Chattsworth comes home to find his father missing and his home in desperate circumstances. Lady Calliope Harrington is accustomed to being treated as a servant because she is a poor relation and therefore at the mercy of whoever is taking care of her at that time. The two meet in compromising circumstances which do not help either of their current situation. This causes strife and the book takes it own form of adrenaline-charged PageTurner!
The author has written another dynamic book and sets it up for a promising lead into another characters book!
I received a free advanced copy from NetGalley and these are my willingly given thoughts and opinions.
So, this year, I am hoping to empty my shelves of books I haven't read yet. I had a habit of buying more than I could read, and then leaving them on my shelf, as I find others I want to read more.... This is one of those, and I really have no clue why I would have chosen it. The conceit of the book is a meditation on physical love. While I was reading it, I got the sense that Bevilacqua was congratulating himself for his sensitivity, but really, it was full of the assumptions of the male who is unused to being contradicted. One of the ones I found most annoying was his assertion that more women than men are bisexual. Totally ridiculous and clearly something he found titillating. His embrace of prostitution without question also was annoying. Truly, I just finished it because it was short.
Cheap sleazy beach read. I'll write one of my own featuring Rick Springfield's dehydrated number one fan on his latest tour performing with the low tides. It will be translated from English to Italian bringing the plague back where it came from, not screening selfish European tourists who perform brag art until they croak. Jessie's Girl who is bi-gender and loves men and women and enjoys non-stop prozac lithium cocktails watching Rick Springfield. Will he ever be with her or him....
ص 15(لم الإستمرار في البحث ، إذا ما كان إيروس معدم الروح. الجنس لا يصبح إيروتيكياً البتة من دون روح ، أثر لها على الأقل ، نفس واحد حتى ، إشعاع روح : وإلا فإنه مجرد فعل حقير بائس ، يكون إيروس في حالته السوية حين يشعر الواحد أنه في حالة اعتراف متبادل ، في حالة تطابق مع المحبوب تسمح بإشعال جوهر الجنس وتحويل الفعل إلى فانتازيا ، إلى مسرحية..) هذا الاقتباس هو جوهر الكتاب فيما أظن .
C. H. Admirand has a specific way of writing that draws you into the book and keeps your interest. The book was so full of mystery and excitement. I enjoyed the love at first sight between the viscount and Lady Calliope. The beginning and ending were enough to fill your heart.
In terms of almost dreamlike intensity, one man ponders and pontificates on the nature of passion. It’s not simply penetration. It’s not just the act itself. It is the fleeting sight of underwear; the breath of a woman’s perfume on the air; the glancing touch of the fingers. The quality of Eros is to capture all that makes the heart race and causes us to fall helplessly at the feet of another. It encompasses both the sublime and the sordid. Giving it an almost mythic quality, in poetic, glorious phrases, Mr. Bevilacqua details one man’s fictional exploration of this subject. When pausing for breath, the reader looks about almost bewildered, striving to catch those glimpses of the erotic that exist all around us.
Una serie di testi, autobiografici e non, con cui l'Autore guida il lettore in un viaggio attraverso la sessualità, una delle componenti dell'esistenza umana in grado di arricchire o distruggere una vita. Il linguaggio usato è sicuramente esplicito e diretto, ma rifugge dalle banalizzazioni e contribuisce a ricomprender il fenomeno, nel cerchio della vita.