NAUGHTY, LITERARY WORKS
There is never enough to say or write about books. May they always reside among us. In a dream world, we lose AI and re-gain literature and the love for it. Kids lose their ipads and video games, return to the streets, and at night, hide under the bedsheets with a flashlight and favorite read. Ah, the good, old days of finding fulfillment in secret and sometimes "dirty" books. When I was 11, I used to hide in the attic of the house in which I lived with my family, to read forbidden lit, books that were considered "too old" for me at the time--like Germaine Greer's The Female Eunuch --(what could that possibly mean?!). A few years later, came Phillip Roth's Portnoy's Complaint. Erica Jong's Fear of Flying, a female manifesto of sexual liberation, published in 1973, was the only book I packed to take with me when I ran away from home to live the wildest four years of my life, and became my own guide for living for a time. There have been so many naugh...