Fuck Me Judith

After her breakup with Judith, Wendy does a lot of thinking. Thinking can’t really explain anything. Fucking proliferates but as soon as it’s described, it becomes past. Desire is always in the present tense. Narrated through bigger and bigger dildos and academic texts it becomes clear real desire is to know nothing at all. Fuck Me Judith is the best book I have read in years. It is explicit to be known and erotic to feel. Put this book in my coffin!

Star Finch confects a bravura mash-up of theory and epic sex in the bereft, permanently aroused Wendy, successful public figure. Finch’s sumptuous and depraved fan fiction is a site of discovery: what is love, how is the body a social text and something more, what is power? They set desire on its head and in every other position. This “hopeless yearning in an ontological void” is right up my alley. Even though Fuck Me Judith thrives in its brilliant language, I confess I’m looking forward to the film.

This book swallowed me. Reading it, I even said to myself that sex with an author is something that everyone should experience before they die. I adore the humor and the intellect that are as voraciously deep as Wendy’s holes.