Precis som med Rädd att flyga så finns det något i Erica Jongs berättarröst som fängslar mig. Hela boken blir som ett rinnande vatten och jag bara följer med. Mycket sex, känslor och orationellt tänkande - och jag fängslas över hennes beskrivningar av det. Nackdel; väldigt ostrukturerat (vilket egentligen bidrar till bokens charm?).

After reading Fear of Flying about a year ago, I was excited to catch up on Isadora Wing's later adventures. While Fear of Flying was deeply emotional and poetic, the sequel was a lighter romp filled with interesting new characters and exhilarating encounters . What impresses me the most about Jong's books is how relevant they still feel. The questions of gender in art and romantic relationships still loom. As a New Yorker who recently moved to LA, I was shocked to see how the love-hate relationship between the "coasts" has remained unchanged in almost forty years and delighted to share in Isadora's introduction to new concepts like the terms "laid back" and "jacuzzi." How to Save Your Own Life is an inspirational tale for anyone looking to come unstuck.

This book was a trip. Transports the reader back to the 70's, with its gliterati, parties, orgies, drugs, etc...This in and of itself makes it interesting. It is like the female contemporary version of "Tropic of Cancer." Despite being somewhat dated, Jong is fearless, writing of love, lust, etc...It is like reading someone's journal. And amid the chaos of the 70's, there is a sweet love story. Her poetry rocks, too.

I do not like this book or this author.

Yes, a couple of times, I will admit...I laughed.

However, she is self-indulgent and depressing. Not to mention, a totally unlikeable person, inside and out.

There is no worth to this book other than shock value, and I am afraid I do not consider women's liberation to be a trip to Woodstock and philandering one's way through men.

Just don't do it, enough said.