Frances Girard is a young editor at a publishing house--attractive, respected . . . and undeniably bored. Tired of hearing everyone else's fascinating story, Frances longs to star in her own. So when she meets the brazen, renegade avant-garde theater director Paul Treat, Frances unwittingly jumps at the chance to break away from the cozy decorum of her class and career.
Life with Paul is different from anything Frances has ever experienced. Unlike the civilized literati that comprise her circle, Paul is all action--unpredictable and wildly brilliant. Suddenly her humdrum life is swept away by the bohemian whirlwind of Paul's world. But how long can Frances sustain this vicarious connection? The answer becomes shockingly clear one hilarious evening when the topic of conversation turns to group sex. For after that night, this unlikely pair embark upon an uproarious ride that will change their lives forever.
This book is smart and charming, but the title is somewhat deceiving. This isn't a novel about sexual desire so much as it is a novel about a woman's quest to align her quirks with those of her artistic male partner. It isn't that there isn't sex; rather, sex is secondary or tertiary to the protagonist's musings about heterosexual monogamous couplings and the price they demand of their womenfolk. Sounds terrible, but the author is quite sharp, as is her prose. I chuckled aloud several times, and I read it with gusto.
For a book with such a scandalous title, it definitely didn't live up to it. The overall plot was alright but the relationship between the main characters was atrocious. It was one of the most unhealthy courtships that I've read about in a while. I suppose that's just how it worked back in the 60's/70's? I'd only recommend this book if you feel comfortable with male characters completely consuming and taking advantage of their female partners life until they're only a shadow of who they used to be... and for that to be portrayed as romantic.