The publisher, Robinson, calls this a modern erotic classic. That’s a brand, not a promise.
I’ve read hundreds of books on my computer and ebook reader, and never had a problem until this one. The font is so small and densely packed that I imagined someone at the publisher thought they had to pay by the page in ebooks, and that cost per page was extremely dear.The difficulty in readability, alas, was not limited to the format of the book. Honestly, I tried to get out of writing this review because I don’t like saying things that will hurt a writer. Maybe instead I should blame the editor for acquiring this book. Maybe s/he was under pressure to put out anything that even remotely smacked of BDSM following the dizzying success of FSOG, but that’s a poor excuse for accepting a collection of short stories by a writer who wasn’t ready to be published. Nothing is shown in these stories, everything is told. That’s fine for fairy tales, but not modern literature. The dialog was utterly unrealistic, with strangers suddenly appearing to spout deep personal insights then disappear forever. I’m not sure why this collection was classified as erotica as there was nothing sensual or arousing about the stories. While reading it, I felt as if I’d been trapped in an airplane seat by a fellow passenger determined to share what they thought were deep insights into their life despite my attempts to put on my headphones and stare out the window. That’s the biggest sin in this collection. The stories are dull.