Transcribed Phone Sex, reviewed

“Do you think we talked enough about sex?”

Sex, obviously, is dirty and animal and dumb, and that’s all fine, but damn, can’t it be smart too? Like, just fucking interesting? It seems to me that we tend to screen off the bits of our heads that are most into sex, and regard them as not fully part of ourselves–as more brain chemistry than personality. But there’s a lot more going on behind that screen than just the brutish workings of your chosen sex hormone.

A few days ago, I finished reading Nicholson Baker’s Vox. The whole book is a single phone conversation between two strangers, nothing but dialogue. They meet on some sort of telephone hook-up sex line–their “wires cross”–and launch into one of the most engaging, intelligent, funny, sexy, true conversations I’ve ever read in a book.

No idea what the cup of tea is doing there. Pretty sure tea did not feature in the book.

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What Happens in Amsterdam

…sort of ruins Ian McEwan’s book, Amsterdam, as far as I’m concerned. Most of the novel takes place in England, and is quietly excellent. It’s just the last section in the eponymous city. The weird section.

On the plus side, the book is really short.

The word I most want to use to describe that ending, actually, is silly. Continue reading