The question of its object. It is not an erotic book, nor a pornographic book. One critic saw it the ultimate release of women's writing: as you think about it, telling her own sexuality! They forgot one hand that this is not the first book "erotic" written by a woman and especially the behavior of heroin lend itself too well to male fantasies that this opinion is convincing.
Is it to tell a story? Certainly not, the book's structure does not follow frame, although about a priori topology, does seem chronological. The style is interesting and even worked, but the progression of the book is not a narrative. It starts, since there is an origin, but does not end. It is expected that an end does not come, so that, despite the overflow of action, we left hungry.
The book gives conspicuously with the objective of presenting, title certifies, Sexual Life of Catherine M. As Port Hi, this is written on it. But appearances are deceiving.
We must therefore ask the question why. Why do we seek to describe his sex life? Merely make it accessible to others is not an argument in itself, even if it exhibits characteristics quite amazing. It is not enough to live surprising facts to want, ipso facto, to make them public, especially in an area that remains relatively taboo. It takes a strong reason.
The book provides here and there some answers. Officially, if one may say so, it would be an idea suggested by a friend, impressed by the feat, by the performance (?). This presentation is consistent with the idea, repeated several times, that the author was content in her sex life, to follow the decisions of its partners. CM presents itself many times as an object, a toy in hands and external scenarios. This table justifies wildly and an apparent lack of sensitivity, a look lost; expressionless, as if she was not concerned with what happens to him, since after all it is not she who takes the initiative. Unless adventure, this is out of embarrassment brings out an unexpected context. In this spirit, the book would be an avatar. This complacently stressed track can satisfy us.
There is another track, more commercial, advertising, concomitant release of a photographic book of his companion, allows an interesting stunt. However, without underestimating the influence of media plans on the release dates of the books, it is not sufficient to explain the desire or will that brought the book in its drafting. In retrospect, one can also think that the book was the product of the crisis that led the couple to divorce.
Often a book can have as object assertiveness, self overlooked or even more frequently around him. Several autobiographical books do not they are intended affirmation of the author with respect to his mother or his parents? This theme is not excluded, but it is not really reflected in Catherine M. Certainly the figure of the mother is present, her parents also. But the book does not deliver clinically your feelings towards them, even if we imagine they should be unkind. There still has this passage, not trivial, she realizes that she is disappointed not n''est (more?) In the center of the game. Should read more at the center of I?
Tell the truth? This is a beautiful idea, but too often disguised. CM insists she did not invent anything, but it signals itself that the truth is never absolute. And what for? The truth? There certainly was a truth that deaf through writing, which one?
So what? Paradoxically it is likely that the book was written to mean trouble finding pleasure. This is probably what, hidden among the endless all-out orgy is the most striking. This is all the more surprising that, of course, the reader is inclined to think the opposite. Here and there, a series of milestones seem to mark the way.
Atone also, certainly. How to understand the religious references. These are not provocations. There is a determination to pursue the chosen sexual route which takes the monastic vow. Everything is there, guilt, shame, jealousy also nonetheless. The search for the degradation, decay, returning as an antiphon, are an expression of contempt for the body. It may take the form of its outright refusal (fence) or its annihilation by the number (martyrdom). However, this still amounts to denying it. There is therefore a real asceticism sex, despite intense migraines, fear, screaming, crying and tetany.
In all, the book tells an incomplete story, very incomplete. He does not play fair play. What's the male statements on truth. The analysis makes it really too fleeting a pass. Separated parents, the mother who sleeps in the bed of his daughter and forces it to contain his sexual urges, even though it receives lovers' tell a different story. This is the track that is suggested watermark. But it seems not assumed.
All this to achieve anything, "sometimes they are bored making love" and "solitary pleasure is the best!"
As much conclude with the final sentence of the insightful book Vizinczey "after all, an orgasm more or less what? ".
The preface by Catherine Millet added to this edition reinforces the feeling pulled in reading, references to Bernanos and Melville in support. The gift of self that appears in the book is an almost religious approach, almost mystical. How can one maintain its own integrity when doing self-giving? The monks and other religious are substantial, they pronounce vows and give up their own individuality. They belong to the order, if necessary they change their name. In this book Catherine Millet she still belongs to itself?
