268 pages, Paperback
First published January 1,2007
A well-written and at times insightful book delves into the modern sexual mindset of young adults. This British columnist finds himself in New York City and chronicles his own sexual growth, embracing various peculiarities and perversities. However, while it may shock some readers, the book falls short in providing sufficient details about his thirty encounters with women, men, threesomes, and orgies. He was compensated for these experiences, initially presenting himself as a naive innocent exposed to a new world, but soon transforming into a confident expert.
It is refreshing to read about an adult virginal novice learning to make out with girls through uncomfortable situations. The book takes the right approach for much of its narrative, sharing his personal story. But as he becomes less interesting, it stumbles by overly focusing on his New York City life and not providing specifics about what he did to create a regular sex column. He lists numerous activities in one paragraph but fails to explain what actually happened during any of them: using cock rings, prostate massagers, tantra, attempting to induce female ejaculation, having sex while on different drugs, engaging in a threesome with a couple, working with a relationship coach, watching 24 hours of porn, having a casual hookup with a stranger from Craigslist, wearing a chastity harness, being a nude photographer, giving lap dances, being a cock model, having sex with a mannequin, being treated like an infant, working at a gay bar, and making out with men.
One has to wonder, "Why no details?" It could be for legal reasons, as his boss is a real monetizing freak who claims ownership over Stoddard's "persona" of a fish-out-of-water sexpert. However, one of Grant's columns (on getting a happy ending massage) is reprinted in the book. This should have been filled with details of his adventures, but beyond his first couple of times, he doesn't mention much. Namely, there simply isn't enough sex in this book about the life of an experimental sex columnist!
His preferences also seem questionable. He claims to be straight, yet he engages in a significant amount of gay and bi activities without much complaint. The author also has a very cavalier attitude towards taking illegal drugs, consuming them like candy and giving little thought to the moral or physical consequences of his choices.
The guy is also horribly in love with New York City, and everything he details as selling points for the place are the things that I detest about it. In the early 2000s, the city was filled with people who championed sexual promiscuity as normal, and the guy who didn't partake was considered the weird one. He writes, "My love (of NYC) informs my politics and worldview, my lifestyle and relationships." That's really too bad.
From his life there, I realized how warped those residents are, fearing loneliness by valuing constant noise, people, and commotion (he said that in his first four years there, he had never been truly alone for more than three hours), having no real conscience other than a fake liberal kind that professes tolerance while bemoaning anyone outside their inner group, and being nothing like a large portion of the rest of the country.
So, while I enjoyed the book to a certain extent, it didn't go far enough and wasted the last couple of chapters on his attempt to get an MTV show produced while living in the mountains. He was let go from his column, the book ends, and we're left wondering what happened to this good writer whose life had been changed. He certainly was no longer a working stiff.