Through wet dreams, orgasms, story vignettes and a treasure map that arrives more than half-way through the story, aphorisms and subtle discourse prevail against a texture of sometimes foul but always descriptive contemporary language. Pussy is replete with a kind of taboo transgression "where our souls do not hover contemptuously over our land-bound bodies." Read Gérard Martin's review. |
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