The East, The West, And Sex: A History Of Erotic Encounters…with a title like that, of course I was going to pick up Richard Bernstein’s latest book. I enjoyed his previous effort (Out Of The Blue: The Story of September 11, 2001, From Jihad To Ground Zero) and the description of his new work sounded fascinating: an exploration of the history of the “erotic” encounters between the Western and Eastern civilizations; operating under the thesis that because sex was never culturally associated with sin in the East (which in his definition includes northern Africa, the Middle East, Asia and the Pacific Islands), the Western (male) explorers who came there suddenly found a whole new sexual world open to them. History, sex and Asian culture: three of my favorite subjects. So far so good, right? Wrong.
I’ve had the book for about three weeks now and have only made it through ¼ of it. Considering I read about three books a week on average, that’s slow and more likely than not, this is it. I’m probably going to stop reading altogether. Why? Because so far, the book feels…creepy. It’s like the literary equivalent of the one white guy who shows up at every Asian event and tries to impress everyone (particularly the women) with his vast “knowledge” of all things Asian. Read more...