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Singular Pleasures
The subject of this unique book of short fiction is masturbation, a practice both universal and virtually taboo. In sixty-one vignettes, Mathews records the imaginative varieties of this solitary activity in prose that is playful, intimate, urgent, quirky, and humane.
200 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1983
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Harry Mathews
67 books83 followersHarry Mathews was an American author of various novels, volumes of poetry and short fiction, and essays.
Together with John Ashbery, James Schuyler, and Kenneth Koch, Mathews founded and edited the short-lived but influential literary journal Locus Solus (named after a novel by Raymond Roussel, one of Mathews's chief early influences) from 1961 to 1962.
Harry Mathews was the first American chosen for membership in the French literary society known as the Oulipo, which is dedicated to exploring new possibilities in literature, in particular through the use of various constraints and algorithms. The late French writer Georges Perec, likewise a member, was a good friend, and the two translated some of each other's writings. Mathews considers many of his works to be Oulipian in nature, but even before he encountered the society he was working in a parallel direction.
Mathews was married to the writer Marie Chaix and divided his time between Paris, Key West, and New York.
Together with John Ashbery, James Schuyler, and Kenneth Koch, Mathews founded and edited the short-lived but influential literary journal Locus Solus (named after a novel by Raymond Roussel, one of Mathews's chief early influences) from 1961 to 1962.
Harry Mathews was the first American chosen for membership in the French literary society known as the Oulipo, which is dedicated to exploring new possibilities in literature, in particular through the use of various constraints and algorithms. The late French writer Georges Perec, likewise a member, was a good friend, and the two translated some of each other's writings. Mathews considers many of his works to be Oulipian in nature, but even before he encountered the society he was working in a parallel direction.
Mathews was married to the writer Marie Chaix and divided his time between Paris, Key West, and New York.
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December 11, 2011
I am drawn to Harry Mathews—eighty-year-old Anglo-French poet, essayist, novelist and American Oulipian—largely because the Dalkey Archive Press publish a large wodge of his novels, and I respect the Dalkey Archive Press more than I respect all the world’s leaders and notable persons. So I am willing myself to love Mr. Mathews although his work is perched on the inscrutable side of potential literature—his games come with no instruction manual. Not so in this short collection of sixty-one vignettes of people masturbating across the world: here, these elegant little paragraphs are a characteristically (of the Oulipo) naughty formal experiment. Imagine that scene in Amelie where Ms. Tatou imagines everyone having sex in Paris at that precise moment, but in autoerotic terms. A lovely volume with watercolour illustrations from Francesco Clemente—it takes only twenty minutes to read, about as long as it takes to achieve climax. Or longer if you, you know.
February 15, 2013
Not long before her 40th birthday, a woman in Berlin is lent a book by a mischievous friend. She finds it rather inspirational; as she recreates her own chapter, she imagines a different friend is watching.
June 25, 2015
Excellent read! Was reading about Oulipo and Harry Mathews' name came up so I ordered three of his books to see what they are all about--I was rather embarrassed by the topic of this one--61 prose poems about people masturbating--but the reviewer that I was reading called the book charming and said it was hard to find--so, when I found it, being a collector, I couldn't resist snatching it up. And delightful it is, a real joy. Knowing Georges Perec's work--Mathews' friend and fellow Oulipoian--I'm assuming that there's a system at work here having to do with the age, gender and location of each onanist described (as these are the three constant facts that we are told of each 61)--but it was not necessary to unlock the system to feel the great humanity of our endless, boundless, and repetitive search for fulfillment, even if we have to go it on our own.
October 14, 2020
I recommended Harry Mathews's Singular Pleasures to an attorney who was in search of something to read that would be "distracting", "enjoyable", and maybe, oh, I don't know, "off-beat." I told him that these sparse vignettes of self-abuse would check off all the qualities on his list and that although there may be something subversive about creating an entire book of repeated descriptions of various people, alone, engaging in their most private behavior, there is also something compelling and very human and surprisingly touching about the collection. The attorney chortled because he thought that I was making a pun.
Recently, this fellow has told me that he keeps his copy of Singular Pleasures in his office. If he has a client that is really struggling, perhaps their circumstances have them deeply depressed, sometimes he will open up his copy and read a few of his favorite sections to the client. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they're jolted, and occasionally they are offended. He said he doesn't just read them to anyone, that he is discerning about who he will read them to. Every so often, he misses the mark. But, most of the time, he says, it has the intended effect.
Recently, this fellow has told me that he keeps his copy of Singular Pleasures in his office. If he has a client that is really struggling, perhaps their circumstances have them deeply depressed, sometimes he will open up his copy and read a few of his favorite sections to the client. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they're jolted, and occasionally they are offended. He said he doesn't just read them to anyone, that he is discerning about who he will read them to. Every so often, he misses the mark. But, most of the time, he says, it has the intended effect.
July 5, 2025
Ο Harry Mathews είναι ο μόνος Αμερικανός συγγραφέας που ανήκει στη παρέα του Oulipo και μέχρι πρότινος μου ήταν εντελώς άγνωστος. Την τελευταία φορά που ήμουν Ελλάδα είδα ότι υπάρχει ένα και μοναδικό βιβλίο του στα ελληνικά μεταφρασμένο στη μακρινή δεκαετία του 1980 και έκτοτε τίποτα.
Τέλος πάντων, ας πούμε πως η περιγραφή 61 περιπτώσεων αυνανισμού (ένα θέμα ταμπού για πολύ κόσμο και πολλές χώρες και φυλές) ήταν άκρως διασκεδαστική, σπάζοντας με τον πλέον εμφατικό τρόπο στεγανά ανάμεσα σε τάξη, φύλο, σεξουαλικό προσανατολισμό, και σχέσεις εξουσίας. Ο Mathews έχει στο επίκεντρο την ίδια την απόλαυση ως κοινή συνιστώσα αυτών των περιπτώσεων και την επικοινωνεί στον μέγιστο βαθμό στον αναγνώστη.
Τέλος πάντων, ας πούμε πως η περιγραφή 61 περιπτώσεων αυνανισμού (ένα θέμα ταμπού για πολύ κόσμο και πολλές χώρες και φυλές) ήταν άκρως διασκεδαστική, σπάζοντας με τον πλέον εμφατικό τρόπο στεγανά ανάμεσα σε τάξη, φύλο, σεξουαλικό προσανατολισμό, και σχέσεις εξουσίας. Ο Mathews έχει στο επίκεντρο την ίδια την απόλαυση ως κοινή συνιστώσα αυτών των περιπτώσεων και την επικοινωνεί στον μέγιστο βαθμό στον αναγνώστη.
January 23, 2022
"The world's greatest masturbator, who lives in Budapest, is masturbating as he does every workday evening as soon as he gets home. He lives in a large apartment - he is a member of the Politburo of the Hungarian Communist Party. He is also, at sixty-five, a man of robust health and sanguine humor. At the end of yet another hard day's work, he has gone straight to his study and rolled back a large plain rug, disclosing a twenty-foot-square map of the world underneath. At the center of the map is Hungary; or more precisely, Budapest; and even more precisely, himself - there he stands, watching his sperm as it splatters the planisphere, laughing gleefully as he thinks of the Hungarians who are almost sure to be found wherever his seed has fallen: Hungarians who at this very moment are taking over laboratories, universities, businesses, banks. . . . Today, Budapest; tomorrow, the world! And it will be a better world."
May 18, 2010
Deftly described private moments from all over the map (Bering Strait, Gaza Strip, Connecticut), each captured in its momentarily glorious one-ness, wonderfully complemented with stain-like illustrations. Thought it could've played more interconnective games than it did, but I guess each little section is necessarily solo? Many amusing images, if no LOLs, but still sort of formally inspiring for me (despite its nongenerative focus). Masturbatory, sure, but not self-indulgent. Unique, vital/virile, quick lil' pleasures.
October 1, 2014
Reading this sketchy (in all senses of the word) onanistic opus is, like its subject, an act that could be achieved in well under an hour--unless you're really bad at it, or deem it so delightful as to warrant immediate repetition.
October 11, 2025
ATT: You are reading a pro forma Transmission from the Godhead of Retroactive Reviews 2025
I have no idea why I didn’t write anything about ______. It was so fucking _________ and _________ that, possibly, I was at a rare loss for words. Or maybe I was on the lam. I can’t remember; hey, it’s been a few since ___________ and I crossed paths.
(If you’re reading this, this is a form letter—a placeholder, if you must—done retroactively as a stop-gag corrective of historical wrongs I committed by failing to uphold my end of the book-reader compact. That compact, my own, dictates that I record SOMETHING/ANYTHING (not a Rundgren reference, but…) to mark my engagement with a given novel/work/etc. at a fixed time in my personal life history. These ‘reviews’ are not really reviews (no shit, I know) at all; their purpose is that they act as pretty accurate reflections of where my head/heart was at the time of engagement. It’s something between the book and I, and a good way to check your hubris from time-to-time. If you find any part of it enriching, that’s a wild compliment. If not, you can just feel free to move along—I can almost guarantee that no offense was genuinely intended. Almost.)
So, clearly, __________ pretty much made me revaluate my entire cosmological and epistemological edifices, those false shells I’d enacted over years to protect whatever core ‘me’ I felt uncomfortable exposing. And it is so fucking _______! The _______? Unbelievable, right? Good/bad times…Ahhhh. Anyhow, __________ by ____ _________ obviously deserves a reread to inform a proper write-up. In between now and whenever that reread happens (foregoing death or living on the lam again), all I can say is ___________________.
I know. That’s why I’ll be back.
X Cody
10.25
I have no idea why I didn’t write anything about ______. It was so fucking _________ and _________ that, possibly, I was at a rare loss for words. Or maybe I was on the lam. I can’t remember; hey, it’s been a few since ___________ and I crossed paths.
(If you’re reading this, this is a form letter—a placeholder, if you must—done retroactively as a stop-gag corrective of historical wrongs I committed by failing to uphold my end of the book-reader compact. That compact, my own, dictates that I record SOMETHING/ANYTHING (not a Rundgren reference, but…) to mark my engagement with a given novel/work/etc. at a fixed time in my personal life history. These ‘reviews’ are not really reviews (no shit, I know) at all; their purpose is that they act as pretty accurate reflections of where my head/heart was at the time of engagement. It’s something between the book and I, and a good way to check your hubris from time-to-time. If you find any part of it enriching, that’s a wild compliment. If not, you can just feel free to move along—I can almost guarantee that no offense was genuinely intended. Almost.)
So, clearly, __________ pretty much made me revaluate my entire cosmological and epistemological edifices, those false shells I’d enacted over years to protect whatever core ‘me’ I felt uncomfortable exposing. And it is so fucking _______! The _______? Unbelievable, right? Good/bad times…Ahhhh. Anyhow, __________ by ____ _________ obviously deserves a reread to inform a proper write-up. In between now and whenever that reread happens (foregoing death or living on the lam again), all I can say is ___________________.
I know. That’s why I’ll be back.
X Cody
10.25
January 25, 2011
Two excerpts from Singular Pleasures by Harry Mathews:
"In Naha, Okinawa, a woman sixty years old is masturbating in front of her favorite cat, a female Siamese. The look of the cat as it watches her, curled at the foot of the mat on which she lies, suggests faintly baleful indifference. It is this look which excites the woman and is responsible for the cat's presence. It suddenly yawns—she dips into orgasm like a battered shrimp dipped into sizzling oil."
"A man is masturbating as he contemplates a finely brushed poem by Wang Wei, seated on a straw mat in his garret in Mukden. An 'ascetic sensualist,' he has striven all his life to unite in one moment of revelation the pleasures of poetry and masturbation. On this warm spring morning in his sixtieth year, he senses that the sublime fusion may finally be at hand."
"In Naha, Okinawa, a woman sixty years old is masturbating in front of her favorite cat, a female Siamese. The look of the cat as it watches her, curled at the foot of the mat on which she lies, suggests faintly baleful indifference. It is this look which excites the woman and is responsible for the cat's presence. It suddenly yawns—she dips into orgasm like a battered shrimp dipped into sizzling oil."
"A man is masturbating as he contemplates a finely brushed poem by Wang Wei, seated on a straw mat in his garret in Mukden. An 'ascetic sensualist,' he has striven all his life to unite in one moment of revelation the pleasures of poetry and masturbation. On this warm spring morning in his sixtieth year, he senses that the sublime fusion may finally be at hand."
August 14, 2015
Short vignettes about worldwide masturbation scenes that make all of my masturbation seem dull.
February 13, 2022
I found this book after reading The Anomaly and going down an Oulipo rabbit hole, and this seemed like the most interesting experiment of the bunch. Unfortunately, it's really disappointing writing. Each vignette follows the same format - one paragraph per story, with no sense of character, and more tell than show. Each story mentions a different location, but in most cases the location bears no relationship to the particular scene described in that story - it's as if the author thought that adding "in Beirut" or "in Bangkok" would be enough to convey the global fact of masturbation, but in reality the setting adds no color.
More than that though, this book simply isn't pleasurable. I don't mean in an erotic sense (although it's not that, either), I mean in the sense of using language joyfully, creatively, indulgently. A more skilled writer could have taken us on a journey into people's bedrooms and under their sheets with language worthy of the exercise, but Matthews' writing is straightforward, Spartan, boring. Unimaginative. There's no pleasure or joy in reading his sentences.
I'd say this is worth reading, if for no other reason than because it only takes about twenty minutes, and I respect the endeavor of the literary experiment. But I think the execution failed on this one, it's not nearly as intimate, personal, or engaging as the subject matter suggests.
If you're looking for an adjacent subject but much higher caliber writing, I'd highly recommend DFW's Brief Interviews with Hideous Men. That one captures all of the intimacy that Singular Pleasures lacks, and is much more experimental in its form.
More than that though, this book simply isn't pleasurable. I don't mean in an erotic sense (although it's not that, either), I mean in the sense of using language joyfully, creatively, indulgently. A more skilled writer could have taken us on a journey into people's bedrooms and under their sheets with language worthy of the exercise, but Matthews' writing is straightforward, Spartan, boring. Unimaginative. There's no pleasure or joy in reading his sentences.
I'd say this is worth reading, if for no other reason than because it only takes about twenty minutes, and I respect the endeavor of the literary experiment. But I think the execution failed on this one, it's not nearly as intimate, personal, or engaging as the subject matter suggests.
If you're looking for an adjacent subject but much higher caliber writing, I'd highly recommend DFW's Brief Interviews with Hideous Men. That one captures all of the intimacy that Singular Pleasures lacks, and is much more experimental in its form.
July 14, 2023
“Una cara amica di quarant’anni gli parlò di un libro che aveva appena letto. Si intitolava Piaceri singolari, le era piaciuto moltissimo e raccontava in poche frasi episodi di autoerotismo vissuti da persone di ogni età e ambientati in tutti i luoghi del mondo. Poi, semisdraiata sul divano di fronte a lui, si infilò una mano nei pantaloni, chiuse gli occhi e si toccò fino a venire”.
Potrebbe essere uno degli episodi contenuti in quel libro. Ma non lo è; che ci crediate o no, è proprio quello che realmente mi capitò tanto tempo fa. Il libro l’ho recentemente trovato su una bancarella, e, ricordatomi della cara amica e di quell’episodio, non ho potuto fare a meno di comprarlo e leggerlo con interesse, piacere e nostalgia.
E’ in effetti quello che mi era stato detto che fosse. Folgoranti immagini, nelle quali ogni parola è quella che serve, per descrivere momenti masturbatori dei più svariati e fantasiosi, di cui sono protagonisti uomini e donne di tutte le età (un episodio per ogni anno di età compreso tra i 9 e gli 81, come rivela l’interessante postfazione di Alberto Capatti che racconta la genesi del libro e fornisce varie informazioni sul suo autore). Potrebbe essere noioso, e non lo è affatto, anche grazie alla brevità e alla concisione. Al contrario trasporta in una dimensione tra il sensuale e l’onirico, l’altro lato di una realtà nella quale il sesso nella declinazione dell’autoerotismo, come dimostra l’episodio della mia amica, è sempre pronto a irrompere.
Potrebbe essere uno degli episodi contenuti in quel libro. Ma non lo è; che ci crediate o no, è proprio quello che realmente mi capitò tanto tempo fa. Il libro l’ho recentemente trovato su una bancarella, e, ricordatomi della cara amica e di quell’episodio, non ho potuto fare a meno di comprarlo e leggerlo con interesse, piacere e nostalgia.
E’ in effetti quello che mi era stato detto che fosse. Folgoranti immagini, nelle quali ogni parola è quella che serve, per descrivere momenti masturbatori dei più svariati e fantasiosi, di cui sono protagonisti uomini e donne di tutte le età (un episodio per ogni anno di età compreso tra i 9 e gli 81, come rivela l’interessante postfazione di Alberto Capatti che racconta la genesi del libro e fornisce varie informazioni sul suo autore). Potrebbe essere noioso, e non lo è affatto, anche grazie alla brevità e alla concisione. Al contrario trasporta in una dimensione tra il sensuale e l’onirico, l’altro lato di una realtà nella quale il sesso nella declinazione dell’autoerotismo, come dimostra l’episodio della mia amica, è sempre pronto a irrompere.
November 16, 2018
Kärva, tillbakahållet mustiga små textbitar om människor världen över som onanerar på alla möjliga vis. Varför inte? Å andra sidan: varför? Verkar som att det här kanske ses som ett verk med beundransvärt subversiva kvaliteter? Knappast 2018, väl. Men lite vackert är det ju, detta panorama som visar vad som förenar mänskligheten. Och vissa bitar är kul. Å andra sidan tycker jag det som helhet är lite intetsägande. Ett skoj upplägg som det inte görs så himla mycket av, egentligen. De utstuderat intetsägande och grådaskiga illustrationerna som ackompanjerar texterna i denna utgåva ger mig inget. Och det ska de väl inte heller; deras verkliga, konstnärliga syfte enligt efterordet är att helt enkelt inte ha någonting med texterna att göra, någon slags intellektuell uppvisning. Den här boken gjorde mig lite glad men också lite antiintellektuell.
February 7, 2017
Terribly good. Too good even, perhaps.
Nothing else quite like it (that I've read, at least). Reminds me a bit of My Uncle Oswald a bit, which I read when I was 9 years old--not that My Uncle Oswald is anything like Singular Pleasures. A bit risqué probably, since the book is about masturbation and there's people of all ages in this text.
The most excellent bits featured members of MAID (Masturbation and Its Discontents), an organization encouraging "its members to invent obstacles to overcome while masturbating." For instance: jacking off while reciting Milton's "Il Penseroso."
A fine addition to the OULIPO canon. Glad to have been able to enjoy it. [x]
Nothing else quite like it (that I've read, at least). Reminds me a bit of My Uncle Oswald a bit, which I read when I was 9 years old--not that My Uncle Oswald is anything like Singular Pleasures. A bit risqué probably, since the book is about masturbation and there's people of all ages in this text.
The most excellent bits featured members of MAID (Masturbation and Its Discontents), an organization encouraging "its members to invent obstacles to overcome while masturbating." For instance: jacking off while reciting Milton's "Il Penseroso."
A fine addition to the OULIPO canon. Glad to have been able to enjoy it. [x]
January 1, 2022
Årets första bok innehåller 61 st prosatexter om befläckelse, masturbation, onani av män och kvinnor, unga som gamla från hela världen och olika samhällsklasser. Det är roligt, lite obehagligt (kanske), upphetsande, tankeväckande och bara så underbart bra. Illustrationerna till varje text ska fungera som ett element till förvirring och skapandet av nya funderingar. Dvs, de passar oftast inte in till innehållet. Vilket är kul… ibland meen… jag tycker de är lite svaga generellt och skapar inte mer än just förvirring. Som då var syftet… så kanske är det bra?
June 4, 2018
Incredibly, incredibly light - hence the star rating - but also one of the most profound narrative accomplishments I've ever come across; an accumulative build in free-association and memory (blank pages are potent, here), ideal for one sitting. One day I'll read this again, one vignette per day, just to see what changes. Or, you know, to "know what's going on."
January 27, 2021
looool
a book on masturbation, told only in vignettes. Haven't read too much Mathews but this is a funny introduction. not too much to say. The paintings by Clemente are nice, but not sure what the relationship between both are.
aaaayyyeee i'm jackin off ova hereee
a book on masturbation, told only in vignettes. Haven't read too much Mathews but this is a funny introduction. not too much to say. The paintings by Clemente are nice, but not sure what the relationship between both are.
aaaayyyeee i'm jackin off ova hereee
May 3, 2020
Not exactly erotica nor porn, but a collection of very short stories (<500 words) about masturbation. Not to everyone's taste.
September 30, 2021
relatble because i do touch myself sometimes
October 17, 2022
this was fun to read!
January 15, 2023
Det här är ju en annorlunda bok. Men bra på sitt lilla sätt.
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December 24, 2023i am too ace to finish this
February 25, 2024
The ultimate wanker's manifesto
December 10, 2025
This was a charming and poetic display of how differently yet universally people can experience something so intimate and primordial.
December 17, 2025
Den var kul ::) Rätt vulgär, rätt mycket. Men det var det som var kul och bra också. Världens äldsta dildo är 19cm lång och 28000 år gammal fun fact
December 22, 2020
Either a collection of extremely short prose fiction, or otherwise a collection of prose poetry, Singular Pleasures is, in essence, a bunch of brief descriptions of various people masturbating.
Mathews's book is not perverse or pornographic in any sense. The pieces here are light, sincere portrayals of various people from various walks of life, masturbating. There is no discrimination here. Men masturbate with other men. Women with other women. There are pieces about underage girls, underage boys. People masturbating by hand, or with the assistance of external apparatus. People of all ages, various nationalities. The scope of the collection spans much of the known world. There is even a brief sequence chronicling the goings-on of an underground organization, Masturbation and Its Discontents (aka MAID), borderline-Pynchonian in its existence.
Like any book of poetry, this one may either be a quick read, cranking it out as fast as possible, just to get it over with, or could be postponed reading it in bursts, much like the concept of "edging." Regardless, there is something truly primal about this collection, its candid naturalism quite perfectly fitting its subject matter.
As a bonus, Joseph McElroy's blurb on the front cover is just exquisite, and I look forward to reading more of his actual work, having purchased this particular book after finding it from a keyword search for McElroy's name on Dalkey Archive's website haha.
Mathews's book is not perverse or pornographic in any sense. The pieces here are light, sincere portrayals of various people from various walks of life, masturbating. There is no discrimination here. Men masturbate with other men. Women with other women. There are pieces about underage girls, underage boys. People masturbating by hand, or with the assistance of external apparatus. People of all ages, various nationalities. The scope of the collection spans much of the known world. There is even a brief sequence chronicling the goings-on of an underground organization, Masturbation and Its Discontents (aka MAID), borderline-Pynchonian in its existence.
Like any book of poetry, this one may either be a quick read, cranking it out as fast as possible, just to get it over with, or could be postponed reading it in bursts, much like the concept of "edging." Regardless, there is something truly primal about this collection, its candid naturalism quite perfectly fitting its subject matter.
As a bonus, Joseph McElroy's blurb on the front cover is just exquisite, and I look forward to reading more of his actual work, having purchased this particular book after finding it from a keyword search for McElroy's name on Dalkey Archive's website haha.
March 6, 2008
the concept, as i read it, is that most of us are bound by a common secret--masturbation--and that the lengths we go to in order to achieve release are what makes us distinct from each other as individuals--our imaginations. to prove it, mathews has written 61 vignettes of people of all ages and nationalities doing whatever it takes to express themselves. for example: "A man of thirty-five is about to experience orgasm in one of the better condominiums in Gaza. He is masturbating, but neither hand nor object touches his taut penis: arranged in a circle, five hairblowers direct their streams of warm air toward that focal point. He has plugged his ears with wax balls." not all the vignettes are as funny; some are sad, some are touching, some make you tilt your head to one side, hoping for understanding; hoping in vain.
September 26, 2022
61 micro stories about 61 or so people around the world masturbating. Along with mostly unrelated illustrations (not dirty.)
You feel this will be tittalating, cheeky and perhaps a little arousing. But I found it to be much more interesting, deep and humanistic. It really connects you to your fellow man to see vignettes of all kinds of different people doing something natural and harmless with their bodies, in myriad ways and for just as many reasons. It's kind of life affirming, a little bit?
You feel this will be tittalating, cheeky and perhaps a little arousing. But I found it to be much more interesting, deep and humanistic. It really connects you to your fellow man to see vignettes of all kinds of different people doing something natural and harmless with their bodies, in myriad ways and for just as many reasons. It's kind of life affirming, a little bit?
May 5, 2016
Boekje voor het slapen gaan. Gekregen van een vriend. Daarmee is mijn Oulipo-verzameling weer een stap verder gekomen (Mathews is een lid van Oulipo). De illustraties slaan overigens helemaal nergens op.
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