I think I now know.
You won’t find Susannah Breslin’s new book, You’re a Bad Man, Aren’t You?, at Barnes & Noble, nor is it likely to pass the censors at Wal-Mart. Her voyeuristic stories press your nose to the smudged windows of Los Angeles and the San Fernando Valley for a view of the pornographic film sets and fetishistic explorations within …
There’s more to Breslin’s short stories than the novelty of the subject matter. The characters discuss the porn industry in a rather blue-collar fashion, and the stories are decidedly free of panting, heaving and dripping. Breslin is more interested in what drives people to work in the industry and what effect it has on them. The stories about fetishes, such as sex with furniture in “F is for Forniphilia,” humorously capture the odd quirks of human sexual cravings. “I think the humor, and the fact that I’m not actually — I don’t think — writing sexually explicit material is a good counterweight to the fact that there are troubling people and extreme ideas or practices at work,” Breslin says.
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