That's an actual line of dialogue from the book, by the way.Vox
(which, as you'll recall
, is the 17th sexiest book ever written, according to Playboy
) is essentially a 150-page phone-sex session. Unless you're a Nicholson Baker fan, you can probably safely skip this one; last week J.T. memorably called
it "about the most pitiful excuse for a book I'd read since learning to read." There's not much in the way of plot or characterization here, and very little even tying one scene in the book to a different scene. The entire book is a somewhat masturbatory rumination on the nature of desire, and that's about all there is.
Still, since I am something of a Nicholson Baker fan
, I read the whole thing, if only in a What am I reading?
kind of way.