It’s a good murder mystery, but about two-thirds of the way through, I felt like I couldn’t indulge the author’s sexual obsessions any further and just flipped ahead to see whodunit.
Every man has either “a dick like a mule” or “a dick like a Tampax.” No one has ” a dick of average proportions.”
Sexual relationships are either non-existent (with one’s wife) or preposterously frequent and varied (with one’s mistress(es)).
One unlikely plot device is premised on a particular woman’s “most intimate scent.”
I’d suggest that the author have his head examined but he’s been dead for nearly 10 years . . .