I have a hunch that some people who land on my blog leave disappointed. This disappointment has nothing to do with the quality of my posts, or the perceived quality of my book, or even the subjects discussed in my ramblings. I have this premonition that some people who visit these pages do not give a damn about me or my novel or any of the topics on this blog - save one.
It has come to my attention that my blog category Sex draws in the most visitors each month. When I think about the irony, I cannot help but chuckle. I imagine quite a few members of porn's splintered legions (to borrow an excellent phrase from The Tragically Hip's Gord Downie) stumble upon my blog during one of their perpetual online quests for erotic titillation. I can imagine the letdown they must experience when they are presented with a literature blog rather than the ocean of racy images they had been hoping for.
To all of these sybarite surfers, I offer my deepest apologies. I am sorry to have inadvertently interrupted your sojourn of self-pleasuring. Believe me when I tell you that my intent was never to mislead; nor have I misled in the strict sense of the word. This blog does deal with the topic of sex every now and then. The novel it promotes deals extensively with sex and pornography. Sadly though, the book is not, in essence, pornographic.
During the early 1990's, the city of Budapest, Hungary became the unofficial porn capital of the world. My novel, The City of Earthly Desire, explores this rather turbulent time in the city's history and contemplates the deeper implications of pornography - be they historical, ethical, sociological, or aesthetic - by taking an intimate look at the porn business that flourished in Budapest shortly after the collapse of communism. If you are a visitor to this blog who is fascinated by pornography, I humbly offer my novel for consideration because I hate the idea of anyone leaving this blog empty-handed (insinuation very much intended).
The City of Earthly Desire.