{"product_id":"the-naughty-bits-isbn-9780609806609","title":"The Naughty Bits","description":"The literary education you've always lusted for.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFresh from the virtual pages of Nerve.com comes this collection of \"naughty bits,\" an irreverent look into the steamy, scandalous side of literature past and present. With bite-sized salacious excerpts from the classics -- new and old -- each with a fresh, insightful introduction, \u003cb\u003eThe Naughty Bits\u003c\/b\u003e presents the world's great books as you never thought you'd see them. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIncludes naughty bits by:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDante\u003cbr\u003eD. H. Lawrence\u003cbr\u003ePhilip Roth\u003cbr\u003eGoethe\u003cbr\u003eToni Morrison\u003cbr\u003eJulio Cortázar\u003cbr\u003eJohn Cheever\u003cbr\u003eWilliam Shakespeare\u003cbr\u003eThaddeus Rutkowski\u003cbr\u003eJohn Donne\u003cbr\u003eThomas Malory\u003cbr\u003eGünter Grass\u003cbr\u003eHerman Melville\u003cbr\u003eJohn Barth\u003cbr\u003eErnest Hemingway\u003cbr\u003eErica Jong\u003cbr\u003eThomas Carew\u003cbr\u003eM. F. K. Fisher\u003cbr\u003eWilliam Kennedy\u003cbr\u003eJeanette Winterson\u003cbr\u003ePaul West\u003cbr\u003eHarry Mathews\u003cbr\u003eCatullus\u003cbr\u003eClarice Lispector\u003cbr\u003eGiovanni Boccaccio\u003cbr\u003eJames Baldwin\u003cbr\u003eNicholson Baker\u003cbr\u003eTom Wolfe\u003cbr\u003eJohn Wilmot\u003cbr\u003eKevin Canty\u003cbr\u003ePlato\u003cbr\u003eJames Joyce\u003cbr\u003eLydia Davis\u003cbr\u003eFrançois Rabelais\u003cbr\u003eKenneth Starr\u003cbr\u003eHenry Miller\u003cbr\u003eJohn Updike\u003cbr\u003eGeoffrey Chaucer\u003cbr\u003eMarquis de Sade \u003cbr\u003eSir Philip Sidney\u003cbr\u003eHolly Hughes\u003cbr\u003eMartin Amis\u003cbr\u003eAndrew Marvell\u003cbr\u003eThe Pearl Poet\u003cbr\u003eThomas Pynchon\u003cbr\u003eSappho\u003cbr\u003eWilliam Gibson\u003cbr\u003eMark Leyner\u003cbr\u003eMargery Kempe \u003cbr\u003eJean Genet\u003cbr\u003eEdmund Spenser\u003cbr\u003eJohn Cleland\u003cbr\u003eKurt Vonnegut\u003cbr\u003eAnaïs Nin\u003cbr\u003ePetronius\u003cbr\u003eKeith Banner\u003cbr\u003eUmberto Eco\u003cbr\u003eJ. G. Ballard\u003cbr\u003eMario Vargas Llosa\u003cbr\u003eOvid\u003cbr\u003eJean de Meun\u003cbr\u003eCatherine Breillat\u003cbr\u003eGeorge Eliot\u003cbr\u003eKenzaburo Oe\u003cbr\u003eCormac McCarthy\u003cbr\u003eLarry Flynt\u003cbr\u003eRupert Brooke\u003cbr\u003eThe Old TestamentJack Murnighan received a Ph.D. in literature from Duke University in  1999 while editor-in-chief of Nerve.com, the website that pioneered \"literary smut.\" At Nerve he coedited (with Genevieve Field) the short story collection \u003cb\u003eFull Frontal Fiction\u003c\/b\u003e (Three Rivers Press, 2000). He now writes essays and fiction full-time. His stories have been chosen for \u003cb\u003eThe Best American Erotica \u003c\/b\u003ein 1999, 2000, and 2001.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e from Lady Chatterley's Lover\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e D. H. lawrence\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lawrence delivers. No book   in any public library is likely to be as dog-eared from furtive bathroom reading   as Lady Chatterley's Lover. Sure old D. H. had some dubious politics -- no small   number of sexist and classist remarks suppurate forth from his books -- but the   man could write a sex scene. First published privately in Italy in 1928, Chatterley   caused the predicted uproar and was banned in the United States until the late 1950s.   Finally, an American judge approved it as the classic it surely is. The first sentence   gets us going (\"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically\"),   and it doesn't lose steam thereafter. Readers who fast-forward a hundred pages to   get to the raunch lose out on Chatterley's nuanced social critique. But don't worry,   that's just what we'll do.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What fascinates me about Lady Chatterley's Lover is that   it manages to present some of the more piquant sex that you'll find in English literature   yet also one of the most brutal dissections of the act that I've ever read. Which   opens some interesting questions: Did Lawrence like sex? If not, how could he write   such arousing scenes? Does not liking sex facilitate writing about it, or was he   just honest and saw sex, warts and all, for what it is? I occasionally have the experience   of listening to a Caruso aria, then suddenly hearing it as if I was someone who had   never listened to opera. Stepping out of the inside of experience, the ordinary,   even the beautiful, can become absurd. This is what happens in Lawrence's description   of Lady Chatterley losing sync with her lover: \"She lay with her hands inert on his   striving body, and do what she might, her spirit seemed to look on from the top of   her head, and the butting of his haunches seemed ridiculous to her, and the sort   of anxiety of his penis to come to its little evacuating crisis seemed farcical.   Yes, this was love.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It goes on in the same damning vein, but you get the point.   And this from a woman who, as you will see in the scene below, had supped at lust's   table, and greedily. It is a curious dichotomy-- sex from the inside, sex from the   outside‹ -- and Lawrence is savvy to present it. If there is a moral, and whether   it's intended or incidental, it is to live from within. Writers, perhaps, have to   write from without, but let the rest of us just be there doing it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e +++\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He led her   through the wall of prickly trees that were difficult to come through to a place   where there was a little space and a pile of dead boughs. He threw one or two dry   ones down, put his coat and waistcoat over them, and she had to lie down there under   the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt   and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes. But still he was provident‹ -- he   made her lie properly, properly. Yet he broke the band of her underclothes, for she   did not help him, only lay inert.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He too had bared the front part of his body and   she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a moment he was still   inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then, as he began to move, in the sudden   helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling insider her. Rippling,   rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers,   running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten   inside. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious   of the wild little cries she uttered at the last. But it was over too soon, too soon,   and she could no longer force her own conclusion with the activity. This was different,   different. She could do nothing. She could no longer harden and grip for her own   satisfaction upon him. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit as she felt him   withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would   slip out of her and be gone. Whilst all her womb was soft and open, and softly clamoring,   like a sea anemone under the tide, clamoring for him to come in again and make a   fulfillment for her. She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite   slipped from her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange   rhythms flushing up in to her with a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and   swelling till it filled all her cleaving consciousness, and then began again the   unspeakable motion that was not really motion, but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation   swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness, till she was   one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious   inarticulate cries.From the Nerve.com column 'Jack's Naughty Bits'","brand":"Crown","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304058867941,"sku":"NP9780609806609","price":18.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780609806609.jpg?v=1767740642","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-naughty-bits-isbn-9780609806609","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}