This is the explicit autobiography of a well-known Parisian art critic who spends her nights in the singles clubs of Paris and in the Bois de Boulogne where she indulges in group sex, anonymous sex, serial and public sex.
Millet writes with refreshing honesty and uses her insights on the role of the body in modern art to set the scene for her multiple sexual encounters. A bestseller in France and a manifesto for our times – where love and sex have gone their separate ways. Compulsive reading.
‘Eric would settle me on a bed or a sofa in one of the alcoves, respecting some vague custom by taking the initiative to undress me and put me on display. He might start to rub me and to kiss me but then would immediately hand me over to others. I would almost always stay on my back, perhaps because the other most common position, in which the woman straddles the man’s pelvis, is less adapted to intervention from several participants and, anyway, implies a more personal relationship between the partners. On my back, I could be stroked by several men while one of them, rearing up to make room and see what he was doing, would get going in my vagina’.