Status Updates From Un joc și o desfătare

The author describes settings well, almost to the detail seen in Nicholson Baler’s fiction. The story, however, didn’t hold me despite the promise of erotic scenarios ahead.

“The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four—the years turn dry as leaves.” (pg. 15)
“Turn out the light, she says. He does. Like Lucifer, he creates darkness and he descends.” (pg. 57)

voyeuristic. perverse. superbly french

i continually remain impressed by the writer’s ability to make the horny thoughts of a creepy middle aged man the most beautiful prose