The brain is the most erotic part of the human body. Orgasm happen in the mind. The body does not respond unless the mind is in the mood. And the mood can depend on one anywhere, anytime, triggered by anyone - all that's required is the activation of pleasure principle. This is precisely what this volume proposes to do.
In The Pleasure Principle, editor G.Sampath brings together some of the finest contemporary fiction writers on a singular thematic platform: erotica. Naturally, the stories make for an exciting read - exciting in all senses of the world.
In this volume, you will read about what happens when online lust goes offline, when a perverse desire consumes the life of a middle-aged teacher, when two women discover their attraction for each other, or when the cleaning lady turns up without clothes on.
You will read about the six tapes of ancient gods, the amorous misadventures of a small-town youth, a nanny's encounter with a baker in a Croatian patisserie, a nine-year-old's accidental introduction to sex, and the unravelling of a repressed god-woman.
The stories are diverse in style, voice and treatment but they all have one thing in common - an authentic rendering of the emotional landscape of sex.
For all its physicality, sex is the realm where human beings are at their most vulnerable, or most violent, or most tender. The Pleasure principle is a bold attempt to explore the pleasures and torments of this realm. Join the adventure - you know this is one ride you can get off when you want to.
The last story in The Pleasure Principle: The Amaryllis Book of Erotic Stories is Amrita Chatterjee’s The Real Sex. A young woman gets drunk at a bachelorette party and arranges to meet up with a Frenchman for a four-day tryst. The outcome of that rendezvous surprises her; it is unexpected, it turns on its head everything she has associated all along with sex. It makes her realize, too, what sex is, what it can entail. And what it need not necessarily be. Not the ecstasy of orgasm, not the relief and release and excitement of the act—but more. And less.
That is true, too, of good erotic literature, as emerges from the fifteen stories that comprise The Pleasure Principle. Erotica is not necessarily voyeuristic. It is not the literary equivalent of the porn film (though it can have some of the elements, and there are a couple of stories here that go into graphic detail). It is, instead, when well-written, an exploration of human nature—of which sexuality, of course, is an integral part.
Human nature, for instance, which to relieve its loneliness, turns in desperation to unorthodox means: an old man, recently widowed, in Jaishree Misra’s Naked Cleaning Lady puts in an ad for a cleaning lady to clean his home—in the nude. Or, as in Taslima Nasrin’s Sexboy, loneliness which makes a woman decide to turn an online encounter into an offline one, with unforeseen consequences.
Human nature, too, which is revealed in a story about a small-town adolescent’s increasingly desperate desire to lose his virginity—even if he does not know exactly how. There is a dark humour here, in Aditya Sharma’s Chunni Lal, that is also pathetic, in the same way that Cyrus Mistry’s aged, paedophile teacher is, in The Degradation of Erasmo S. A man driven by sexual desire, so desperately in need of relief, that he loses his sense of balance, of right and wrong. Or, as in Shinie Antony’s Thy Will Be Done, a reluctant god woman whose sexuality has been so long repressed that it bursts forth in rebellion.
This is a wonderfully mixed bag of stories, of different facets of eroticism, the emotions that go with it. The jealousy, the greed, the ambition. Sexual power and politics, as in Kankana Basu’s grimly noir Graveyard Shift, where Anu dons the guise of Shabnam, the sophisticated upper-class woman who walks into the night beside the railway line, looking for a man, any man, to prey on. Or the politics, completely farcical and hilarious, that result in a narrow escape for a travelling businessman in Krishna Shastri Devulapalli’s delightful The Middle-East Position.
From a child’s first, uncomprehending glimpse of sex, to a young Croatian baker’s nightly tryst with an American girl, their lovemaking amid flour and marzipan, cream and raspberries, this is a very eclectic collection of stories (and one of them more an essay than a story, Meena Kandasamy’s tongue-in-cheek satire on moral policing, the glory of Hindutva, and ‘ancient Indian science’, The Holy Sex Tape Project). Ennui, fantasy. Humour, pathos. Poignancy, wild passion. Madness, desperation. The exhilaration of one’s first sexual experience, the loneliness of old age, of being left behind.
It's all here, and in a variety of styles and settings. A fine collection of literature, not just erotic literature.
A long time acoming, a book that shares experiences and fantasy with a teasing touch of literary excellence. This collection has brought together big names as well as lesser known yet none the less well-established decorated writers. Read over a weekend or on a journey, you will look forward to the next story only to find the book has ended while you wish there more stories to read. A huge variety from assorted prisms treats erotica with an at once familiar yet fantasy-like literary flavour. A book to put on your shelf not under the magazines. Tabish Khair, Taslima Nasrin and Cyrus Mistry are just a few of the authors you will find in this book's rather fun topic. Read it. Enjoy it and read it again.
This is not an erotica, but as the compiler G. Sampath promised, it's a collection of short stories about the "perception" of eroticism. They are about growing up, adolescence, old age and loneliness, desires and love in their different forms. Written by a dozen or more well known authors including Taslima Nasreen, it makes interesting reading.
Trust G Sampath to come up with an eclectic and engrossing anthology. Almost all the stories are of a very high quality of prose and the spaces they explore cover varying shades of emotions. The only story that lets down this otherwise great collection is Meena Kandasamy's - it sticks out like a sore thumb and definitely belongs to a political collection rather than this one.
These are humdrum stories – vignettes of daily life – and hardly erotic in content. There is one gem, however, a riotously hilarious account by Krishna Shastri Devulapalli. His uproarious style is like Stephen Leacock on LSD. I plan to read his other works viz., Ice Boys in Bell - Bottoms, How to Be a Literary Sensation: A Quick Guide to Exploiting Friends, Family and Facebook for Artistic Gain etc There are two stories of sexual repression leading to mental breakdown – one person turns out to be a closet paedophile and the other ends up in a psychotic state. Sad and morbid, and not at all titillating. The Indian male's obsession with maids – the long-suffering kaamwali – features in two stories There is a superfluous satirical piece on moral policing by the so called “right-wing” techies – essentially ridiculing Hindu gods. The left-leaning author’s antipathy towards Hinduism was uncalled for.