Yet another “international No. 1 bestseller” totally not worth the hype. Probably bought in some British airport and then donated to our library after not finishing it. I myself almost gave it up halfway through.
“This is a work of nonfiction”, says the Author’s Note. “Almost all quotes come from legal documents, emails, letters, recordings, and interviews with the women and other individuals in the book.” If you haven’t read the Author’s Note though, you wouldn’t know. The true stories of, well, three women are fictionalised here to the degree of softcore, and at times hardcore, porn. I find this disrespectful towards the titular women. At least, towards Maggie and Lina. I can’t be sure about the third woman — the fictionalised Sloane, together with her voyeuristic husband, might even find it arousing, but I seriously doubt that the real Sloane would. Personally, I prefer either dry, matter-of-fact style in non-fiction, or the direct speech of protagonists*. In this way, the characters appear real, as they should. In case of this book, sorry, they do not.
| * | Mujeres que follan by Adaia Teruel (reviewed on this blog) is a brilliant example of this latter. |
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