Naughty Bits: The Steamiest and Most Scandalous Sex Scenes from the World's Great Books

by Jack Murnighan (Editor)

Overview

The literary education you've always lusted for.

Fresh from the virtual pages of Nerve.com comes this collection of "naughty bits," an irreverent look into the steamy, scandalous side of literature past and present. With bite-sized salacious excerpts from the classics -- new and old -- each with a fresh, insightful introduction, The Naughty Bits presents the world's great books as you never thought you'd see them.

Includes naughty bits by:

Dante
D. H. Lawrence
Philip Roth
Goethe
Toni Morrison
Julio Cortázar
John Cheever
William Shakespeare
Thaddeus Rutkowski
John Donne
Thomas Malory
Günter Grass
Herman Melville
John Barth
Ernest Hemingway
Erica Jong
Thomas Carew
M. F. K. Fisher
William Kennedy
Jeanette Winterson
Paul West
Harry Mathews
Catullus
Clarice Lispector
Giovanni Boccaccio
James Baldwin
Nicholson Baker
Tom Wolfe
John Wilmot
Kevin Canty
Plato
James Joyce
Lydia Davis
François Rabelais
Kenneth Starr
Henry Miller
John Updike
Geoffrey Chaucer
Marquis de Sade
Sir Philip Sidney
Holly Hughes
Martin Amis
Andrew Marvell
The Pearl Poet
Thomas Pynchon
Sappho
William Gibson
Mark Leyner
Margery Kempe
Jean Genet
Edmund Spenser
John Cleland
Kurt Vonnegut
Anaïs Nin
Petronius
Keith Banner
Umberto Eco
J. G. Ballard
Mario Vargas Llosa
Ovid
Jean de Meun
Catherine Breillat
George Eliot
Kenzaburo Oe
Cormac McCarthy
Larry Flynt
Rupert Brooke
The Old Testament

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780307422200
Publisher:	Crown Publishing Group
Publication date:	12/18/2007
Sold by:	Random House
Format:	eBook
Pages:	256
File size:	682 KB

About the Author

Jack Murnighan received a Ph.D. in literature from Duke University in 1999 while editor-in-chief of Nerve.com, the website that pioneered "literary smut." At Nerve he coedited (with Genevieve Field) the short story collection Full Frontal Fiction (Three Rivers Press, 2000). He now writes essays and fiction full-time. His stories have been chosen for The Best American Erotica in 1999, 2000, and 2001.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 1

from Lady Chatterley's Lover

D. H. lawrence

Lawrence delivers. No book in any public library is likely to be as dog-eared from furtive bathroom reading as Lady Chatterley's Lover. Sure old D. H. had some dubious politics -- no small number of sexist and classist remarks suppurate forth from his books -- but the man could write a sex scene. First published privately in Italy in 1928, Chatterley caused the predicted uproar and was banned in the United States until the late 1950s. Finally, an American judge approved it as the classic it surely is. The first sentence gets us going ("Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically"), and it doesn't lose steam thereafter. Readers who fast-forward a hundred pages to get to the raunch lose out on Chatterley's nuanced social critique. But don't worry, that's just what we'll do.

What fascinates me about Lady Chatterley's Lover is that it manages to present some of the more piquant sex that you'll find in English literature yet also one of the most brutal dissections of the act that I've ever read. Which opens some interesting questions: Did Lawrence like sex? If not, how could he write such arousing scenes? Does not liking sex facilitate writing about it, or was he just honest and saw sex, warts and all, for what it is? I occasionally have the experience of listening to a Caruso aria, then suddenly hearing it as if I was someone who had never listened to opera. Stepping out of the inside of experience, the ordinary, even the beautiful, can become absurd. This is what happens in Lawrence's description of Lady Chatterley losing sync with her lover: "She lay with her hands inert on his striving body, and do what she might, her spirit seemed to look on from the top of her head, and the butting of his haunches seemed ridiculous to her, and the sort of anxiety of his penis to come to its little evacuating crisis seemed farcical. Yes, this was love."

It goes on in the same damning vein, but you get the point. And this from a woman who, as you will see in the scene below, had supped at lust's table, and greedily. It is a curious dichotomy-- sex from the inside, sex from the outside‹ -- and Lawrence is savvy to present it. If there is a moral, and whether it's intended or incidental, it is to live from within. Writers, perhaps, have to write from without, but let the rest of us just be there doing it.

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He led her through the wall of prickly trees that were difficult to come through to a place where there was a little space and a pile of dead boughs. He threw one or two dry ones down, put his coat and waistcoat over them, and she had to lie down there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes. But still he was provident‹ -- he made her lie properly, properly. Yet he broke the band of her underclothes, for she did not help him, only lay inert.

He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then, as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling insider her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at the last. But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with the activity. This was different, different. She could do nothing. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit as she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be gone. Whilst all her womb was soft and open, and softly clamoring, like a sea anemone under the tide, clamoring for him to come in again and make a fulfillment for her. She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange rhythms flushing up in to her with a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling till it filled all her cleaving consciousness, and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion, but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness, till she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious inarticulate cries.

Editorial Reviews

Most people don't read a good book or have great sex nearly as often as they should; then again, most people don't know that the Great Works e.g., Joyce's Ulysses, Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, and Plato's The Symposium are as rife with "naughty bits" as a frat house is with hormones. The general public has Murnighan, former editor-in-chief of the popular sex web-zine Nerve.com, to thank for gleaning the gamut of world literature for amorous interludes, from the painfully romantic to the puke-inducing. Murnighan first excerpted these findings in the web site's "Naughty Bits" column, of which the cr me de la cr me is collected here. Besides giants like Shakespeare, D.H. Lawrence, Dante, and Herman Melville, lesser-knowns, such as 1960s French teen novelist Catherine Breillant, medieval English autobiographer Margery Kempe, and lesbian playwright Holly Hughes, make appearances alongside contemporary cads Larry Flynt and Kenneth Starr. Almost more savory than the wildly varied extracts are Murnighan's learned prefaces. The fan of erotica, the student of literature, and the aspiring sex worker will all relate to his language, a strangely seamless mix of lit crit and potty talk. Highly recommended for erotica collections and larger world literature collections. Heather McCormack, "Library Journal" Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

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