He’s also insanely controlling and tortured by a dark secret-a secret that will require her to give up her freedom if she wants to be with him. An ordinary female protagonist finds that an immensely powerful, handsome man is irresistibly attracted to her. Both are, at heart, the same story: The Thrilling Stalker Who Loves Me. The Fifty Shades series started as Twilight fanfic, so it stands to reason that the key to its success lies not in how it differs from Twilight-the explicit sex scenes, the bondage-but in its similarity. This saga, with its romanticized control-freak hero, poses highly charged questions about what a woman should be willing to sacrifice-autonomy? privacy? friendship?-in order to be loved. The “will she or won’t she?” hot button isn’t about sex. Having finally read it, I now know that all the publishers jumping on the women’s erotica bandwagon because of this series have missed the point. What, you thought I was going to say “the sex scenes”? Hah.Īctually, Fifty Shades of Grey is the least erotic “erotica” I’ve ever encountered. After fleeing the librarian’s amused scrutiny, I was soon alone with the book on my couch, reading it in exactly the manner you might expect: flipping through its slow sections to get to the good stuff. I decided the opportunity to study this would be worth a little checkout desk embarrassment.
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