'‘We meet the first Wednesday of each month…next week,’ Mandy said. ‘Our next book is Salter. James Salter. You’ve joined us at a good time. Salter is one of my favourites. He will help ease you in, so to speak.’
'The woman touched her finger to Holly’s silver band. ‘The Salter will be a kind of easy release. A valve, if you like, to let the steam out before you explode.’
'Holly wears a ring that says True Love Waits and worries because her boyfriend isn’t trying to persuade her otherwise. Then a boy in her English tute invites her to join his book club.
'Shocked to find herself at ‘sex club’, plunged into the classics of erotic literature, Holly soon becomes fascinated: by the strange new world of Eros, by the increasing power she senses in her own body—and by a weird blue glow emanating from the most private part of herself.
'But Salter and Nabokov are one thing. When Holly encounters The Infernal Desire Machines of Dr Hoffman—quickly followed by the infamous orgone generator of Wilhelm Reich—things are set to explode.' (Publication summary)
Dedication:
This book is for
Fiona Stager
dear friend and
purveyor of good literature at the
Avid Reader Orgone Accumulator Bookshop and Cafe
