Odd Mixture of Tawdry Sex and Philosophy
The great thing about being a reviewer is that one gets to read books one may never otherwise encounter.
Often these books are a surprisingly good read, delightfully broadening horizons and introducing new favourite authors.
Conversely, it can be hellishly frustrating trying to wade through a literary piece which bores one silly - and then attempt to critique it fairly and objectively.
That said, as I write this, I'm still trying to decide quite what to say about Rosa Mundi's innocuously titled Vocational Girl, which doesn't fall into either category.
In a nutshell, it's the tale of a high-class whore who very nearly self-destructs, told in an annoyingly affected style with far too many references to, and even rambling paragraphs about, various philosophers and other obscure "learned" people.
Vanessa, a smart PhD candidate, tells herself she isn't a tart; she simply likes sex and is not averse to receiving the odd gift or two.
Which is all pretty harmless until she encounters Alden X, "an applied conceptual artist" who is gorgeous, wealthy and wheelchair- bound. …