The Varayan Memoir' continues on to its fairly-unbelievably-crude climax in similar form to the previous installments, complete with racism (when a bevy of gorgeous succubi show up, Shelley feels the need to mention, for no apparent reason,
that although they have a variety of appearances, none of them are black) and sexism (female characters have no personality, and don't do anything but whine and be there for sex). Shelley also feels the need to have one of his characters explain that 'racial' and 'racist' are different. Hmm. Maybe sometimes, but not usually, and not when you feel the need to apologize for it.
I got a kick out of Shelley's lack-of-clue regarding bra sizes though. For the record, a woman who was 48D, 28, 42 would be a rather wasp-waisted, barrel-chested woman with average-size breasts, NOT, as Shelley claims, a slender female with
huge breasts. Sigh. The fact that the author feels the need to mention a woman's measurements at all says a lot about this book.
that although they have a variety of appearances, none of them are black) and sexism (female characters have no personality, and don't do anything but whine and be there for sex). Shelley also feels the need to have one of his characters explain that 'racial' and 'racist' are different. Hmm. Maybe sometimes, but not usually, and not when you feel the need to apologize for it.
I got a kick out of Shelley's lack-of-clue regarding bra sizes though. For the record, a woman who was 48D, 28, 42 would be a rather wasp-waisted, barrel-chested woman with average-size breasts, NOT, as Shelley claims, a slender female with
huge breasts. Sigh. The fact that the author feels the need to mention a woman's measurements at all says a lot about this book.
