Status Updates From A Spy In The House Of Love ...

Before he could speak and harm her with words while she laid naked and exposed, while he prepared a judgment, she was preparing her metamorphosis, so that whatever Sabina he struck down she could abandon like a disguise, shedding the self she had seized upon and say: "That was not me"."

She is so DIVA!

I love how introspective Nin writes. I feel as if I am in Sabina’s mind.

This whole story reminds me so much of 'the story of O' by Pauline Reage. It's that same sh*tty 1950s way of writing erotica that generally just sucked, to be very blunt. This story is actually just now getting good, so it's perhaps not fair to completely slate its wider, broader literary genre right now. But it is the universal and overall truth, in my opinion. Wish I could've read more rn but my mind keeps straying