购买选项
Kindle电子书价格: | ¥42.16 |

下载免费的 Kindle 阅读软件,即可立即在智能手机、平板电脑或电脑上阅读 Kindle 电子书 - 无需 Kindle 设备。了解更多信息
使用手机摄像头 - 扫描以下代码并下载 Kindle 阅读软件。

![“Unmastered: A Book on Desire, Most Difficult to Tell (English Edition)”,作者:[Katherine Angel]](https://images-cn.ssl-images-amazon.cn/images/I/31Meh6gXEKL._SY346_.jpg)
Unmastered: A Book on Desire, Most Difficult to Tell (English Edition) Kindle电子书
One of O Magazine's Must-Read Books for June 2013
A provocative and personal meditation on sex, power, and female desire
Today's women, we're told, have more options in exercising their desire than ever before in history. And yet the way we talk about desire is virtually as constrained as it was for the Victorians. There's an essential paradox at the heart of female sexuality: What we demand in our public lives is often in direct contrast to what we crave in our intimate lives.
In the tradition of Susan Sontag and Virginia Woolf, Katherine Angel has forged a path through cliché, convention, and secrecy, and the result is Unmastered, a searching and idiosyncratic account of her studies in sex as an academic and of her experiences of sex as a woman.
Unmastered isn't merely personal confession; it is also a powerful reckoning with our contradictory and deeply entrenched notions of sexuality. Angel embraces the highly charged oppositions—dominance versus submission, liberation versus dependence—and probes the porousness between masculine and feminine, thought and sensation, self and culture, power and pliancy, always reveling in the elusiveness of easy answers.
With remarkable candor, Angel reflects on the history of her encounters and beliefs, and shows how our lives are shaped by the words we use and the stories we tell. The result is a revelatory book that examines and then explodes our most deeply rooted assumptions. Lyrical, brave, and sometimes disarmingly funny, Unmastered will start a thousand debates.
商品描述
媒体推荐
“Offers an arresting mix of diaristic experiences with her lover . . . and heady reflections from feminist thinkers like Susan Sontag and Virginia Woolf. A genre-busting nonfiction account that reads like poetry, revels in ambiguity, and intentionally defies definition, the book explores the slippery emotions of sex in fiery, collage-like scenes intended to reconcile the contradictory ‘metaphors we love by.'” ―O Magazine
“Unconventional, deeply personal . . . often poetic.” ―The New Yorker Page Turner blog
“Angel embraces the impossibility of extricating fact from feeling.” ―Julia Klein, The Boston Globe
“Poetic . . . Sharply truthful, musical, and beautifully patterned . . . An act of cultural resistance, and a book you immediately start to reread.” ―Adam Foulds, author of The Quickening Maze
“Absorbing . . . [A] vigorous testament to a female libido undaunted by the cold shower of self-analysis.” ―Talitha Stevenson, The Guardian
“Ghostly and poetic . . . [A] thinking woman's meditation on sexual desire.” ―Publishers Weekly
“[A] provocative and profoundly personal investigation into female desire . . . It's hard to overestimate the riskiness of these passages, their courage and their exquisite sensuality . . . But the real joy lies in the artfulness with which [Angel] uses these intimate episodes as a way of unwrapping the larger issue of what it means to be a woman, both object and subject of desire . . . Unmastered is a giddily joyful book . . . Days after reading, its images linger in the mind . . . [An] elegant and uplifting journey through the labyrinth of female lust.” ―Olivia Laing, The Observer
“Katherine Angel's Unmastered stayed in my head for weeks after I read it. It's brave, moving, and perfectly structured.” ―Sam Byers, author of Idiopathy
“Unmastered is an intriguing literary and cultural study . . . Erudite and personal . . . The strength of Ms. Angel's writing . . . makes the book seem both universal and intimate at once.” ―The Economist
“Unmastered is one of those totally out-of-the blue, impossible-to-classify, weird and new and wonderful fiction-ish nonfiction books, which happily come along every so often and make you go, ‘Whoa: this is what we need now' . . . A libidinous thrill all of its own.” ―Stuart Hammond, Dazed & Confused magazine
--此文字指其他 kindle_edition 版本。作者简介
Katherine Angel is a postdoctoral fellow at the Centre for the History of Medicine at Warwick University. She has written on sexuality, pornography, and the relationship between culture and desire for The Independent, Prospect, and The Observer, among others. She lives in London.
--此文字指其他 kindle_edition 版本。文摘
1.
Nearly ten years ago, in that sweltering summer, that heat wave summer, when to walk just half a mile meant a sticky sheen of sweat, I developed a phobia of moths.
* * *
I had never liked them, my nervousness shaped no doubt by my mother’s fear of the things. Her brother used to breed huge African specimens in their East Anglia home; they would fly up at her, startled, out of her shoes, her bedclothes. And then there was a teenage summer spent in a Gothic pile in France, where hordes of angry bees rattled behind the chimney, and disconcerting noises-off unsettled the most rational of family and guests. Fat armies of sated flies and flotillas of dark, wide moths appeared every night in a bedroom in which my sister eventually refused to sleep.
* * *
When the stay was over—but only then—we speculated giddily about dead bodies under floorboards.
* * *
So far, so manageable. But when that heat wave brought fatter, more alien moths to a tiny university town where I was deeply in love, and caught in the headlights of a Ph.D., dislike burgeoned into something else: an all-consuming terror whenever one would flap and flutter into view. Its blurry agitation would have me darting across a room before I knew what I was doing. Once, I leapt out of a shower in panic as one frantically ricocheted around the folds of a curtain. Out like a shot, I stood dripping shampoo on the hall carpet. The worst prospect: a moth sticking itself to my wet skin. It might disintegrate. A wing would be detached from a body; several different bits of moth might be stuck to me.
* * *
Dead, dismembered moth.
* * *
I went to a friend’s next door to rinse my hair.
* * *
There was a phase of nervously checking, at arm’s length, the curtains in my bedroom before sleep, poised to sprint from the scene should one rise from the lurid floral pattern. The pleasure of open windows on summer evenings was fraught with danger: those awful things, drawn to the light. Static, embracing a wall, they were almost worse, for they would inevitably move, taking disorganized, fitful flight. And when they were immobile one could see, if one dared look, their dreadful texture, their vile components.
* * *
I dreamt, once, of one pinning me down on the stone slabs of a suburban garden. It settled softly on me, trapping me under its insect blanket.
* * *
The wings—warm and dark, flimsy but strong. The furry texture of the body.
* * *
Those fucking moths.
Copyright © 2012 by Katherine Angel
--此文字指其他 kindle_edition 版本。
基本信息
- ASIN : B009LRWUHY
- 出版社 : Farrar, Straus and Giroux (2013年6月4日)
- 出版日期 : 2013年6月4日
- 语言 : 英语
- 文件大小 : 391 KB
- 标准语音朗读 : 已启用
- X-Ray : 已启用
- 生词提示功能 : 已启用
- 纸书页数 : 369页
- 用户评分:
无顾客评论
5 星 (0%) |
|
0% |
4 星 (0%) |
|
0% |
3 星 (0%) |
|
0% |
2 星 (0%) |
|
0% |
1 星 (0%) |
|
0% |
此商品在美国亚马逊上最有用的商品评论


A strategy of deliberate vagueness and random observation may have been original when Anais Nin was writing. It's not interesting anymore.