I don't talk too much about my particular fanfictional and/or sexual BKs (there's a fair bit of overlap there) these days, either, though I was much more open about them when I'd first found fandom and was delighted by the presence of all those kindred spirits. Anyway, I respect your right to keep yours secret and safe.
Hahaha, what a fine flock of novels you've rounded up! Some I know and some I don't, and a couple, Lace for example, I read so long ago that I only remember the absolutely luridest parts of them. (I do remember Lili very fondly, though.) I'm a big Philip Marlowe fan (I first picked him up when I read S.J. Perelman's parodies long ago, but Chandler is a writer you don't really forget. And I agree that chick lit doesn't belong in the same class as the old standbys as, say, Princess Daisy (my personal Krantz favorite, though I do like Scruples and okay I am tired of italicizing so you'll have to bear with me Mistral's Daughter as well. Thinking about it now, the only explanation I can come up with as to why they ought to be separated is that potboilers or no, the old standbys feel epic and substantial in a way that the chick-lit doesn't. Does that make sense?
I'm rambling here, and so I'll stop. :D This is why I tend to try not to talk too much about books -- I get all incoherent and bugeyed and talk with my arms waving.
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Date: 2007-01-21 12:53 am (UTC)I don't talk too much about my particular fanfictional and/or sexual BKs (there's a fair bit of overlap there) these days, either, though I was much more open about them when I'd first found fandom and was delighted by the presence of all those kindred spirits. Anyway, I respect your right to keep yours secret and safe.
Hahaha, what a fine flock of novels you've rounded up! Some I know and some I don't, and a couple, Lace for example, I read so long ago that I only remember the absolutely luridest parts of them. (I do remember Lili very fondly, though.) I'm a big Philip Marlowe fan (I first picked him up when I read S.J. Perelman's parodies long ago, but Chandler is a writer you don't really forget. And I agree that chick lit doesn't belong in the same class as the old standbys as, say, Princess Daisy (my personal Krantz favorite, though I do like Scruples and okay I am tired of italicizing so you'll have to bear with me Mistral's Daughter as well. Thinking about it now, the only explanation I can come up with as to why they ought to be separated is that potboilers or no, the old standbys feel epic and substantial in a way that the chick-lit doesn't. Does that make sense?
I'm rambling here, and so I'll stop. :D This is why I tend to try not to talk too much about books -- I get all incoherent and bugeyed and talk with my arms waving.