When I first started reading at the age of fourteen, I kind of lacked a proper selective criteria when it came to books. I read what was popular, when I found a certain title appealing, what my parents kept in their bookshelf. I read certain books because everyone was reading them, because I thought it would make me smarter, a better writer, or a better person. I read books because their covers were beautiful.
And somehow I stumbled upon the kind of books that are not everyone’s cup of tea. They’re rather like a shot of whiskey. Erotic, controversial, the kind of books that you can’t read in public. But you can’t help it, so you must find a quiet place and read.
There are some out there who say that Lolita is a novel about pedophilia, but I never interpreted like that. I thought that this prejudice takes away from the charm of the story, from the way that attraction is masterfully being built. The birthplace of sexuality and eroticism is, whether we like to admit it or not, adolescence. And, taboo as it may be, this is the best novel ever to explore this theme.
(Marquis de Sade)
I believe that one is never truly read to read Sade. The erotic games being described are not for the faint of heart. It is the kind of book that makes you feel guilty for reading it, but you cannot help but go on. There are no limits. What happens is constantly battling against your own inhibitions and prejudices and ideas regarding sexuality.
Everything the Marquis wrote is scandalous, but this word, with its negative connotations, also means eye opening.
The Yellow Room
A classic Victorian erotic novel, published in 1891, The Yellow Room recounts the story of Alice Darwell, her relationship with her uncle, and, of course, a lot of graphic sex. Which, given the era, makes this way more enjoyable than it should be.