 This orange-yellow-hued third world backwaters erotica should be on the same shelf where you keep "The Lover" and "9 1/2 Weeks".
As a doomsday erotica at its best, it insinuates that sensuality need not be dampened by the sordidness of any situation. Eros thrives in murkiest of waters like a strong bacteria or a potent virus.
That impotency is a byproduct of a guiltless higher wareness is a proposition akin to that which suggests Nietzche's madness is a tender gift from the heavens. |