Delta of Venus

While I'll be forever reeling that these vignettes were written in the 1940s, the real narrative — for me — lies in the framework: Nin (among others) was commissioned by an unknown “collector” to write erotic literature for $1 a page (equal to $18 today), which she accepted to make ends meet. Henry Miller was also recruited. The idea of Nin and Miller, covertly romantically involved, writing hedonistic stories together “where the light was dim, the tea fragrant, the cake properly decadent,” interviewing friends for ideas and possibilities, and laughing at the bad and boring tastes of this not-so-secret secret collector... That's the biopic I want to see, and I want it co-created by Angela Robinson and Sally Wainwright for HBO.

My personal fave collection of erotic short stories.

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