The Inept Seducer
The blurb on the back:
The Inept Seducer is the Tragic Figure of our time. He like [sic] girls. Girls like him. But before anything delicious can happen, he wrecks everything by doing Silly Things. What the Inept Seducer fails to understand, says the author, is that Bad Intentions are very nice, but they are just not enough.
A throwaway humorous book by a woman taking the piss out of men is not the kind of thing we normally bother with here. There are far too many of them out there, with barely an original joke between them, and there's no sign of them letting up. They're rubbish rather than trash, and they're not appropriate to this site.
This one, however, sneaks in under the wire on the basis that it's so old that it carries a certain value as a social document. Written after the advent of the Pill but just before the rise of the women's movement, it comes on like a manual for sexually liberated young women at the height of the Sixties revolution. But just when you think it might have some radical agenda, we find that actually, no, it doesn't: 'By nature and because of nature, a woman is a second-class citizen, designed to serve the needs and desires of a man and, in that way, find her own fulfilment.' (pp.93-94)
What intrigues me is that while Ms Sakol is (as far as I know) American, and this was first published in the States, it reads as though it's British. Here's one of her clichés:
What happened? Did she actually rewrite for the British market? Surely no one does that.
Interesting in its own way.
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 2/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 3/5