Your review of Nadas writing about sex reminds of Updike. I read him in childhood, through puberty and into young adulthood (my mother loved him and so all off his books were in the house), and I don't know how that affected my own sexual existence.
Sex is obviously critical in arranging human affairs, but only the very best writers can handle it well, and many of my favorite novels are from the 19th Century where it's skirted around entirely.
(In my thirties, I had an accidental one-on-one discussion with Updike over a quick dinner before a book reading and we talked about religion, not sex.)
Your review of Nadas writing about sex reminds of Updike. I read him in childhood, through puberty and into young adulthood (my mother loved him and so all off his books were in the house), and I don't know how that affected my own sexual existence.
Sex is obviously critical in arranging human affairs, but only the very best writers can handle it well, and many of my favorite novels are from the 19th Century where it's skirted around entirely.
(In my thirties, I had an accidental one-on-one discussion with Updike over a quick dinner before a book reading and we talked about religion, not sex.)
I'll check out "Parallel Stories".