I almost stopped reading this book because I was dreading writing this post. I picked up the book because I used to read the serial story on I believe it was Salon.com or Nerve.com – Tracy Quan’s Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl. I haven’t read her novels yet (adding to the list), but I figured this book would be similar. I also know that Showtime is doing a TV show about a call girl, and I thought it was based on Tracy’s book. Apparently, wikipedia says its based on this one. I find that painful to believe.
Where Nancy’s story was witty, insightful and interesting this one is self-important and way, way too graphic. I am no prude, but reading detailed descriptions about fisting and double penetration is just too much for me to read on the subway. I kept looking up to see if anyone could magically tell what I had just been horrified by.
The thing is – a lot of the really graphic stuff was about her personal life. And speaking of her personal life -I know this was anonymous, but she kept referring to people as A-something or in Proper Nouns. A fake name would have worked just as well. So, aside from her sex life, she is also incredibly proud of how well read she is. I guess this is the “unlikely call girl” part? In any case, I didn’t care and was just relieved when it was over.