Thursday, September 19, 2013

Sommer Does "Lunch"


I'll be honest I picked up Lunch because it was written well before there were 50 Shades of 50 Shades knock offs everywhere you looked. In fact, it was written waaaaaay back in the way back machine called the late 90s. I picked it up because something about it intrigued me. I picked it up because curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought her back.

And I was not disappointed.

In fact, I was a bit startled.

First off, the book is written in a bizarre first person omniscient voice that really tripped me up in the beginning. I hated it. I resented it. I did not like it. In fact, I am putting this book down right...after one more page.

So I got used to the voice. And I must note, with much hand waving and shouting, that Karen Moline somehow wrote a charged erotic book while only using the word cock once. And the other buzz words nonce (which is my at-home word for none or no times). What...the...what?

I read it in great big bites, until I couldn't. Meaning I'd read a huge chunk and then I'd put it down for a whole day or two. Because it was emotionally exhausting while still being thoroughly engaging. I loved it, I hated it, I thought about reading it but would deny myself (said the masochist). Then I'd grab it and head to the porch with my wine and throw myself into it. Much like Olivia, the main character, giving herself over to Nick. I loved to hate it and hated to love it. Mostly because there were some very erotic scenes, but also some borderline disturbing ones (and toward the end, some that weren't borderline at all) and despite that, I couldn't quite stop. Just like Olivia again.

The book is touted as a novel of erotic obsession. It didn't tell me I'd develop my own odd little obsession with it. So, there you have it. My confession.

I'll admit, I don't read a lot of erotica. *blink blink*. Now before you get your pitchforks and torches and accuse me of shunning my very own genre of all things, I don't read a lot of it because I spend 8-12 hours of my day immersed in the world of erotica. And when night comes and my brain shuts down it wants to read a book that deals with crime or horror or humor or even one of those books that defy genre. It does not want to deal with naughty bits. Unless, you know, me and my brain are getting lucky. That's a different story.

The fact that I read Lunch at all was odd. The fact that I kept going and got past the weird first person voice that irked me was a miracle. The fact that I loved it was a shock. But I did. I urge to give it a shot whether you're a new reader of erotica or have worked your way through the pile of 50 Shade clones. And when you do, come tell me what you think. If you agree with me or just think I'm wonky. Either way, I think you should give it a go. You can thank me later.

Maybe.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for reminding me of this book. I interviewed Karen Moline for UK Forum when Lunch was first published (and what a long time ago that feels like now!) - seems like maybe she was just ahead of her time...

    Liz

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