![]() ![]() The Bride Stripped Bare purports to be the diary manuscript of an insecure, rather jaded, 30-something woman. Eventually, I got round to reading the whole thing and discovered a very, very silly book indeed. I took it home and skipped straight to the porno bits. After our movie I decided to borrow it anyway. “I just skipped straight to the porno bits.” Disgusted, I threw it back on the ground. “What's this like?” I asked, holding it up. ![]() In the end though, I found it on the floor of a friend's car as we were driving to a movie. I passed over it in bookstores and resolved never to read it. It was, they said, “at the intellectual and literary apex of chick lit”. The Bulletin described it as an “intelligent and accomplished exploration of female sexuality and the social landscape it inhabits”. Judging from the way it was reviewed it was clearly a no-boys-allowed affair. I was probably never going to understand The Bride Stripped Bare, the latest offering by expatriate writer Nikki Gemmell and published, amid much fanfare, under the nom de plume “Anonymous”. ![]()
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