“We don’t see people as they are. We see people as we are.”
Anais Nin, at her best, is a writer who presents snapshots of erotica, cleverly written, poetic and raw – she is the foremother of flash fiction. Anais Nin’s Little Birds is Anais Nin at her best. From the introduction – which is in itself a great story to read, telling as it does of her struggles for money amd the necessity of her writing erotica – to the last story in this collection, Little Birds is a collection of great stories, of perversion and lust and even, occasionally, of love.
Technically, adding Anais Nin to my Year of Reading Women is cheating – I’ve read her before, and I loved her before. And, seriously, when everyone on the planet has read Fifty Shades of Grey (charity shops are refusing copies of the book, they can’t sell it) there is no excuse for not having read this book. It took me a little while to get through, but only because I felt weird reading erotica at work…
“Every gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room.”
It’s full of beautiful (and, frankly, arousing) prose.
Pick it up.