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Editorial Reviews. Review. PRAISE FOR DELTA OF VENUS "A joyous display of the erotic imagination." -The New York Times Book Review "Inventive. Preface* [April, ] A book collector offered Henry Miller a hundred dollars a month to write erotic stories. It seemed like a Dantesque punishment to condemn . The girls also awakened. Their rebellion against their father's folly mounted, and they abandoned the now frenzied, aging Baron. Copyright © by Anaïs Nin.
The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion.
You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Without feeling, inventions, moods, no surprises in bed.
Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.
How much do you lose by this periscope at the tip of your sex, when you could enjoy a harem of distinct and never-repeated wonders? No two hairs alike, but you will not let us waste words on a description of hair; no two odors, but if we expand on this you cry Cut the poetry. No two skins with the same texture, and never the same light, temperature, shadows, never the same gesture; for a lover, when he is aroused by true love, can run the gamut of centuries of love lore.
What a range, what changes of age, what variations of maturity and innocence, perversity and art. We have sat around for hours and wondered how you look. In a class by itself. Delta of Venus has incest, rape, necrophilia, among other topics, and yet anyone can find it easily on site.
What sets Auletris apart? What is it about the book that has site skittish about its status? Has Nin gone too far?
It is true that Auletris exceeds the taboo standards set by its predecessors, but is that the reason for the censorship? Or is it a sign that the literary climate in America is returning to the days when censorship boards, whether governmental or private, decide for us what we can see or not see?
Sky Blue Press has refused this request. Auletris, it says, is pure Nin, and no changes will be made. There is only one way to solve this problem—and to make a statement—download the book from site and prove that censorship will not deter sales.
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It is here that the artists live. The roofs are peaked and beamed. Everything is made of rough wood like the inside of some old ship.
At high tide the water runs under the wharves, at low tide it exposes a long stretch of sand. The walls are thin.
One can hear everything. Often the shades are not down, and one can see everything.
There are no guardians, no one to say: stop the noise, or to see at what time one comes home. No superintendents, house owners. Just the lonely wharves, in darkness at night, the sound of the water, and little crooked shack-like studios occupied by a variety of people.
The town is full of soldiers, sailors, and beautiful Portuguese girls…and summer visitors in shorts.
There is one movie, one bar where women are not admitted and several night clubs. When she looked at one, one could notice only the mouth, like the mouth of a negress.
She rouged too heavily, and then powdered her face white, so that the mouth stood out even more and was able to eclipse the rest of the face and even the body.
As one knew she was a model, well known in the Village in New York, one assumed she had a beautiful body, but somehow one only looked at the mouth.