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Like father…

My father has no fewer than eight pots of coloured ink on his desk. He has written nothing of note. I have a biro, with a missing top. I also have not written anything.

Too much Sade, not enough de Sade

Sri Lankan erotica comes of age (prematurely) Blue: stories for adults ed. Ameena Hussein It is practically impossible to write good erotica. By which we mean literary porn. By which we mean ‘even DH Lawrence couldn’t really pull it off’. In the UK there’s actually an annual Bad Sex Award, routinely won (‘won’) by mainstream […]