Thank you! I have two recommendations: for effervescent love of language (and adventure in early modern Europe), Laurent Binet's Civilizations.
For swashbuckling adventure starring a man who does not know when to shut up or give up (affectionate, obviously): Prince of Foxes, Samuel Shellenbarger.
Kismet - Luke Tredget
Brings a whole new meaning to "Tunnel of Love"
The Seventh Function of Language - Laurent Binet
The mechanization of sex as act of objectification is a strong start already, but then it all takes place on a DISSECTING TABLE??? It's like it was written for this contest.
Bad Sex Flesh Poll Round 1 Bout 7
Kismet - Luke Tredget
The Seventh Function of Language - Laurent Binet
Voting ended onFeb 10, 2025
Excerpts below the cut
Kismet: "She suddenly thinks of her idea for a theme park of human consumption, and wonders if it would be possible to represent the totality of someone’s sex life in an installation. A water fountain where the liquid looks like semen, representing the totality of a lifetime’s ejaculate? Or maybe one of those fairground electric chairs, only powered by the energy of five thousand orgasms? She shuffles her head closer to his cock, close enough to smell her own residue, and then takes it in her mouth, with the vague idea of cleaning it."
Seventh Function: "Bianca shivers with pleasure. Simon whispers to her with an authority that he has never felt before: ‘Let’s construct an assemblage.’ She gives him her mouth. He tips her back and lays her on the dissecting table. She takes off her skirt, spreads her legs and tells him: ‘Fuck me like a machine.’ And while her breasts spill out, Simon begins to flow into her assemblage … Bianca grabs Simon’s dick, which is hot and hard as if it’s just come out of a steel forge, and connects it to her mouth-machine."
Addressing the problem I’d had with The Perfect American, a style that could have become an irritating gimmick, interrupting the story to debate the ethics of filling in the gaps of history, instead opens up the truth in the story. Binet doesn’t let you get away with relaxing into a romanticised and simplified version of events, jolting you about to remind you that this was real life, which never plays out like a movie.
Every six months i start reading the seventh function of language and every time i decide couple pages in that i need to read more french theory to Make Sure I Get Everything ProperlyTM but like this time im giving up and just reading it whole