Thursday 26 April 2012

WHEN IS PORN NOT PORN?

I visited the London Book Fair last week which was fascinating. I expected it to be down beat, ebooks having chipped away allegedly at the traditional publishing market, booksellers being limited to now just Waterstones, the supermarkets reducing the number of books they take in and everyone being encouraged to support their local independent book seller - of which there are quite a few where I live.   The talk was of J K Rowling's grown up comedy novel and another lady's best selling bonk buster that she self published on the internet and has sold millions and according to twitter saved many marriages and sex lives.  Forget the joy of sex, lets hear it for the joy of writing about it because everyone seems to be having a go - writing about it that is.

Despite my expectations, the overall feeling was very positive. People are reading, they are reading more, just using different ways to read.    Romantic novels, with the impossibly slushy heroines and the dominant and forceful heroes are being read on kindles by people who wouldn't be seen dead reading them if others could see the cover of the book.  This is not porn but they are reading it like porn.

And only this week we learnt Tom Bower's unauthorized biography of Simon Cowell, the affairs picked up on more than the numerous good works he does and the uber intelligence and ambition of this media mogul.    So it was win win all round for sexy fiction.  


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