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review by Hart Williams (c) 1998 (continued) the White House Theater at a certain time, and he would invite her to join him and a group of guests as they entered. Monica responded that she did not want people to think she was lurking around the West Wing uninvited. She asked if they could arrange a rendezvous over the weekend instead, and he said he would try." She, the young thing, is all but completely in control. Here, Starr relates what he considers a very "kinky" encounter: "In the hallway by the study, [Bill and Monica] kissed. On this occasion, according to Monica, 'he focused on me pretty exclusively,' kissing her bare breasts and fondling her genitals. At one point, Bill inserted a cigar into Monica's vagina, then put the cigar in his mouth and said: "It tastes good." Not exactly The Story of O, but Starr seems to think that this sort of rotten prose will sell to the mass market - though as a pornographer, I find it offensively amateurish. Finally, she is transferred out of his office, but she manipulates a "sexual encounter" - to use Starr's pedestrian prose - for the purpose of begging to be reassigned back to Bill's office. Bill's secretary is dragged into it. Bill's friends are dragged into it, as they attempt to find her a job in another city - all the while, the perceptive reader imagines Bill struggling with his temptation to allow Monica her enthusiastic blowjobs and wanting to be rid of an increasingly ugly affair. She manages to wangle her way back in, restarting the affair:
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She sends him a "personal" in the
local paper on Valentine's day, and finally, she visits his office two weeks later.
"[W]e went back over by the bathroom in the hallway, and we kissed. We were kissing
and he unbuttoned my dress and fondled my breasts with my bra on, and then took them out
of my bra and was kissing them and touching them with his hands and with his mouth. " 'And then I think I was touching him in his genital area through his pants, and I think I unbuttoned his shirt and was kissing his chest. And then . . . I wanted to perform oral sex on him . . . and so I did. And then . . . I think he heard something, or he heard someone in the office. So, we moved into the bathroom. "'And I continued to perform oral sex and then he pushed me away, kind of as he always did before he came, and then I stood up and I said . . . I care about you so much; . . . I don't understand why you won't let me . . . make you come; it's important to me; I mean, it just doesn't feel complete, it doesn't seem right.'" "She and Bill hugged, and 'he said he didn't want to get addicted to me, and he didn't want me to get addicted to him.' They looked at each other for a moment. Then, saying that 'I don't want to disappoint you,' Bill consented.' For the first time, she performed oral sex through completion. "When Monica next took the dress from her closet to wear it, she noticed stains near one hip and on the chest." |
Starr continues in this vein for a long time,
but I think the average reader is going to be more frightened of the sexual power of the
24-year-old fellatrix than in any "exploitation" by the older man. It is the old
Coed Seduction game, played out in unrelenting fashion. Starr, of course, engages in a lot of heavy-handed moralizing, but it doesn't ring true. If he disapproves of this sort of thing, you wonder why he wrote the book. One thing is certain, of course: the sweet young thing is innocent in Starr's eyes, and the older Executive is seen as only worthy of cleaning out garbage cans in a penitentiary somewhere. The story is trivial, the prose pedestrian; and, sadly, the double-standard of "pure" woman/"beastly" man is played to the hilt. Does anyone take this sort of "moral" garbage seriously anymore? Still, Andrea Dworkin AND Rush Limbaugh will both probably love it. Oy. fin from: THIS WEEK WITH TEETH |
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Ken Starr's Porn Novel
