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.