Reviews of Letters to My Paper Lover

I have read this book for the second time with a cool eye to find out whether it would make the same impression it did on me when I looked through it for the first time. Well, it did. It’s bold and liberating.
As for the epistolary form, it goes back to ‘Fanny Hill’. Yet it also continues the tradition of ‘Lady Chatterley’ s Lover’, as it really is not a love story but a sex story. But first of all it reminds me of ‘The Fear of Flying’ and Erica Jong’ s courage to talk about her sexual fantasies (‘we look to fantasy for salvation’). Annette, searching for ecstasy, finds her own inner self.
What I value most about this book is the uninhibited inventiveness. The graphic and detailed descriptions of Annette’ s fantasies are proof that sex and creativity are certainly a female domain – which contradicts the male-fabricated stereotypes of women as sex objects incapable of sexual imagination.
I understand that the contrast between the rather bland narrative depicting the heroine’s everyday reality and her very vivid fantasy world are intended. If rendered on film, her reality would be in black and white footage, while her fantasies would be in Technicolor.
There must be a sequel to this novel.