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Posted June 20, 2000
Memoires of an incarcerated ephebophile.
First of all, it's not about a pedophile, it's about an ephebophile (adolescent lover, not child lover). Now that we're past the political propaganda terminology... I was impressed that a female writer could have such an accurate portrayal of males, though I suppose once you realize that sex is foremost on every male's mind, that isn't difficult. The same with male tolerance of grossness. I initially thought she went too far on the latter, in the part about scabs, but I had the book sent to an incarcerated ephebophile to see what he thought, and he said he used to do the same things with scabs. Holmes wins that round. I also appreciated that is was so uncensored in language and sexual descriptions, and that it had an interesting ending, but overall I didn't feel I had learned or thought about anything new, and found much of the descriptions of prison life and scabs a downer. I'd say the book's OK, but not something I would want to read again; try 'Lolita' or 'The Saskiad' first. The incarcerated acquaintance of mine was of about the same opinion: he preferred more descriptive novels like 'Billy' (Whitley Strieber, 1990).
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