The Last Living Slut by Roxana Shirazi

'The Last Living Slut, born in Tehran, raised backstage' was a curious read for me. On the one hand it was completely and utterly what it sells itself to be; a parade of debauchery and pornographic description of pornographic experiences. This book is most certainly NOT about the plot as it is about the storytelling.

Admittedly, when a book steps out and actually describes sex accurately and avoids the typical trashy romance novel metaphors, it's going to be hot. This collection of stories lives up to that descriptor with ease. Its hard to read it and keep your body temperature down.

If I were to make a complaint, it would be that I feel deceived, albeit, unintentionally. When this book was being assembled I am sure it started as a serious of rock band bangs, eventually someone; an editor or publisher, must have decided they wanted more substance. That, in my best guess, is where the 'love and my country' theme comes in. It feels forced and it doesn't live up to what I've come to expect from a through line: consistent, relevant and full circle with a message. In 'The Last Living Slut' the theme feels fabricated, insincere and cliche.

This is not an academic read but for those of us who saw Snakes on a Plane, this book will satisfy to the same extent. You get exactly what you were expecting.