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The Book of Orgasms (Imagination series) (Imagination series)

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If you like this book, you won't want another orgasm book. This is not a sex therapy book or anything remotely like it. It is rather a book of humorous short fiction or prose poems. If you like this book, you might like books such as "Griffin and Sabine" by Nick Bantock, "Invisible Cities" by Calvino or "The Vagina Monologues" by Eve Ensler or "View with a Grain of Sand" by Wislawa Szymborska. "The Books of Orgasms" is a book of fantasy, not particularly erotic, but rather more whimsical, with such entries as an interview with an orgasm and an introduction which defines the orgasms as various kinds of poems. "For example," Andrews writes, "there are the lyric orgasms, which express deep feelings for an imagined person. You never know when your passionate, moaning lover is actually having a lyric orgasm. There is the ballad orgasm, which is kept alive orally, the dramatic orgasm, which speaks for itself, and the epic orgasm, a long-winded orgasm in which one lover plays the hero or conqueror and then relishes his victory. Men are often content with the small and discrete haiku orgasms which are said to arouse spiritual insight in a mere matter of syllables." Witty, entertaining, I recommend this book for anyone who is interested in meeting orgasms they would never have imagined.

Eros is a rose is a rose. This writing is as sexy as a flower's genitalia. Funny, too. Highly recommended for poetry collections as well as for women's studies.

Perverts will be disappointed. In spite of it's title, this is a book about everything EXCEPT the noisy part of orgasm.It's incredibly funny and wild, but there are also poems that are sweet and sad. It's prose-style and there is no mention of DEATH or the SOUL so even die-hard poetry-haters will love this book.

Nin Andrews, The Book of Orgasms (Cleveland State University, 2000)

I do not know Nin Andrews. I have never even seen a picture of Nin Andrews. But I can tell you that Nin Andrews is one seriously sexy person. I mean, you'd have to be to write The Book of Orgasms, right?

The best thing about The Book of Orgasms is that these short prose pieces (some not as obsessive as I about such things would call them "prose poems", a term I don't believe in) do something that I see very rarely, and wish I would see all the time: instead of using anything and everything as a metaphor for sex, Andrews turns the prevailing wisdom on its head and uses sex (well, specifically, orgasm) as a metaphor for anything and everything else. Given that aspect alone, there are hundreds, no thousands, of authors who should pick this up. They could learn a thing or two. Or more. I mean, if you think about it, sex is such a great metaphor for so many possible things. We spend all our lives trying to find other things stand for sex. What does sex stand for? The possibilities are endless, and Andrews, with characteristic (well, I've only read one other Andrews book, but I will be rectifying that very soon) wit and reflection, explores a few handfuls of those possibilities here. Including the thing itself, which actually comes as a surprise when it happens. I know that sounds crazy, but trust me on this.

The worst thing about The Book of Orgasms is... well, okay, there is no worst thing. This is good stuff, front to back, first word to last. You'll love it. And if you don't, I'll refund the amount you paid for this review.

(Okay, there is one bad thing. The chance of Amazon letting this review through without me having to cut words out is pretty much zero...) ****