Little Birds: Erotica Book

I banished Nin's life story from my mind, banished what I've read of the diaries and everything else but the material in hand(s). There's a beauty to the writing in these stories. Some deal with subjects that are uncomfortable for some people and taboo for others; I went in sweeping all that aside.

There was a man in Paris who had a private collection of erotic stories. He paid Anais Nin and great writers hanging around Paris with more talent than money a dollar a page for them. I found myself wondering whether he had certain preferences and yearning to read his collection. That's my fantasy, since his identity is lost to time and his collection. We have Nin's and Miller's, which he may or may not have even written, but the entirety...commissioned by the one man. Like a painting or photographs. Did he collect those too? I want to know. Or was the written word his greatest aphrodisiac? Stop fantasizing, Lori, and write about this book of stories.

Slight movements, some as delicate as the little birds of the title story, recur. Particular urges, artists and models, young girls (at that time of legal age). The focus of most of the stories is on getting to sex. She plays with that line where getting to sex is itself part of sex. It's not generally physical foreplay; it's something like choreography.

As with all short story collections (and lovers) the quality varies. They're not capital L literature but they're literary. I like them. And I love one:

The Maja. I'm not sure what someone unfamiliar with Goya would think but worst case they would think okay, this is somewhat like the rest. For those who know Goya...no spoilers. You may not find it so: To me The Maja is lovely. Languorous. Sensuous.