Bedding Down: A Collection of Winter Erotica Paperback – Dec 2 2008
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"The spirit of the indomitable Julia Child lives on ... A saucy soup-to-nuts compilation."
“An absorbing portrait of an unexpected friendship.”
“Julia’s inimitable voice shines through ... These letters offer [a] glimpse of how the truly great can merge heart and soul in the pursuit of excellence.”
—Wall Street Journal
“[Child] comes booming back to life in these dishy missives ... A delicious read.”
—People (3½ of 4 stars)
“Blazingly alive and entirely irresistible.”
"This book feels like chick lit ... of an exalted order ... Two housewives, each in her 40s ... let rip about all kinds of things, from shallots, beurre blanc and the misery of dried herbs to politics, aging and sex ... Funny and forthright opinions about food and life."
—New York Times
"A testament to the fortitude that went into creating a classic."
"Just as interesting as the behind-the-scenes nuts-and-bolts on this culinary landmark is the far subtler picture that is painted of these two women, the times in which they were living, and the friendship that grew between them ... The letters take on the resonance of a plainsong kind of poetry."
—Los Angeles Times
"Delightful . . . Expertly edited by the culinary historian Joan Reardon, [it] fills in that period of hard work, uncertainty, cheerleading and deepening love."
"A pleasure both culinary and literary . . . A lesson in how to become an American original."
"An important piece of culinary history through the never-before-seen letters between these two witty women."
—New York Post
"A reminder of the power of persistence, of a dream or a friendship, and of the lost art of writing a letter."
"Fascinating and engrossing."
—Dallas Morning News
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About the Author
Culinary historian, cookbook author, and biographer Joan Reardon is the author of M.F.K. Fisher, Julia Child, and Alice Waters: Celebrating the Pleasures of the Table, M.F.K. Fisher Among the Pots and Pans, Poet of the Appetites: The Lives and Loves of M.F.K. Fisher, and Oysters: a Culinary Celebration. Reardon, who has a PhD in English literature, won an IACP Award for culinary writing, publishes and edits a quarterly newsletter for Les Dames d’Escoffier Chicago, and serves on the advisory board of Gastronomica magazine. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.See all Product Description
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All the stories in this collection were romantic and had happy endings, which I personally prefer to the darker tone of some of the kinkier erotic. The stories in the book were heartwarming as well as being arousing. I very much enjoyed this book, I would recommend it to friends who enjoy romance as well as erotica. Kudos to Rachel Kramer Bussell for putting together a great collection, and kudos to the authors for their great work.
This is not Penthouse Forum. Although the stories have explicit sections, and will surely get you worked up, there's a real story in every one, and the sex fits in relatively naturally. If you're looking for porn, this isn't it, but if you want to read something interesting, that will get your pulse pounding, you'll enjoy this book.
Not every story will please you; erotica is very personal. On balance, two stories didn't really work for me, but with seven novellas, you will surely find pleasure in this book. And if you give it to that special someone, and set the mood, you'll _both_ find pleasure, somewhere out there in the cold.
While all the stories were well written, three had me completely unable to put the book down until the very last page.
"Six Weeks on Sunrise Mountain, Colorado" by Gwen Masters
"Baby, It's Cold Outside" by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
"Sweet Season" by Shanna Germain
I think that the stories were outstanding, but a little light on the hot sex we've come to expect from RKB anthologies. If you're looking for something hardcore, fast and furious, then this might not be the book for you. While the sex is there, the writing seems to be centered around the couples and their relationship, not the sex itself.
For a girl like me who loves to read about real couples and real sex, this was the perfect balance of both. If I'd share one book from my collection with my friends this winter, this book would be it.
p.s. I've folded down more pages to share with a friend the next time the snow starts to fall - let's just say it's a little something extra special to help keep the high price of heating costs down...while insuring my body temperature is running hot, hot, hot....
There is a modicum of erotic fiction here, buried in the overburden of romance. When the dirty bits finally come around, there is some explicit terminology and action, with just a couple of the stories starting to get truly dirty. There are a few instances of the romance-genre euphemisms, and they serve to tone everything down, deny the action, call it something it's not, attempting demure and coy when that's the last thing needed.
Almost every single one of the men in these stories is a pathetic caricature. Here goes: woman leaves dead-end small town to make her way, leaving behind a sexy, hunky guy who for his own reasons is fine n' dandy with the dead-end small town, only to have to return there and face him and eventually give in to long-denied sexual congress with him. The guys are bland go-nowhere duds, without the gumption or even the awareness that the women have to get out of the hopeless home town, but when it comes down to it, they've got everything that is needed: steely good looks, rugged clothing, piercing brown eyes, a heavenly scent of leather and musk, and personal plumbing that is everything a woman could want. Barf.
There are seven stories, at about 37 pages each, little novelettes.
The leadoff story is slow, with a woman who's a total tramp for a brutish stud, yet neither of them can admit it. The guy is greasy and abusive, but although Susannah has the fortitude to make it on her own out there in the great big world, she's a total slave to the married bum. Oh, and it's winter.
The second story features a billionaire fleeing from the world and a high-viz breakup, snowed in in a remote mountain cabin with an intrepid paparazzo, with a bear attack and avalanche thrown in. It's all lame sentiment and sidelong glances and a distinct lack of action, with a sappy ending right out of Romancing the Stone.
The third story is about a wonderfully sexually healthy California trollop (and that's a compliment) who goes to extreme wintertime lengths to get through to a whining slob. For a woman-centric romance collection, I was amazed at the pathetic depths this woman would go to please an undeserving idiot identified so clearly within the first three paragraphs. In the end, she gets her man, and he's all a girl could want.
The fourth story is an interminable mutual whine- and guilt-fest between a husband and wife at odds over conception. Talk about a massive turn-off, with the husband bleating about his guilt at being nagged, being teased and deceived, and her whining over her screaming need to make a baby. And it's cold and snowy outside. Not a good erotic story, not one bit.
The fifth story is a present-tense deeply overwrought northern Minnesota glopfest between Gideon and Alana, she coming off as a massively selfish city girl unwilling to assist her man in his time of need. And they crash rhythmically together a few times as they deadpan their emotional tragedy, both unwilling to actually do anything to fix it.
The sixth story had real promise, but its truly lame backstory, complete with two idiotic gomer criminals right out of a TV sitcom, ruined it all. There's an old mansion, "knickknacks, lace and frippery," a man and a woman snowed in with their long-hidden desires slowly finding expression, the power out, and every time the heat and passion built, they both fizzled like a snow cornice collapsing on a campfire. Fail.
The last story has upstate New York and maple syrup featuring in another story of a successful girl back to her roots, and a grubby, dead-end stud she left behind finally taking her to where she's always wanted to go. So predictable. This one has a bit of explicit power transfer, with the stud actually breaking our heroine's will as she throbs with the heat of her desire and her sweaty blah blah blah
There are no multiples here; all stories are strictly man v. woman. There is no BDSM, no gay/lesbian, nothing off the wall or kinky, hell, barely even any oral or other interesting action. As erotic fiction goes, it's terribly bland and unimaginative, with only the environment of snow/ice/cold/winter supposed to make it different and somehow sexy, which most of the time did not work.
Bottom line: this book is more romance than erotic. When they finally get down to it--and they most certainly do--it's largely the result of 35 pages of tired, clichéd, predictable buildup. The characters are stock and shallow, the only real gimmick here being cold weather and its conceptual opposition to the heat of passion. If you like romance more than the much more direct erotic fiction, then this is the one for you. If you want quick, direct, explicit and varied sexual action, there are many other collections that will serve you better than this one.