Little Birds by Anais Nin

Apparently, Anais Nin is known for her masterful erotica tales.  This was my first foray into Anais Nin literature (I have a couple other books by her), and I have to say that I wasn’t impressed.  Maybe I’m just all smutted out, desensitized to it all by reading several racy books in succession . . . I don’t know.

Little Birds is a collection of short stories.  I would liken them to what Penthouse Forum letters from early twentieth century might have been like, had there been Penthouse Forum with a better literary style back then.  Basically, sex for the sake of sex.  Unless I’m missing something.  But weird stuff, told in a sort of dreamlike, hazy style.  Dirty old man getting off on flashing little school girls (in the title story); strangers meeting up on the beach and going for it; men making love to paintings; lots of impotence and frigidity that is cured only by weirdness.

Didn’t really care for it.  Maybe I’ll like Henry & June, which is an excerpt from Anais Nin’s diary, better.  If I get to it.

For now, I think I’m going to take a break from smut and change gears.