I read some excerpts from the diaries of Anais Nin in my AP English class in high school, from the Norton Anthology of Literature by Women, and I found it very interesting and thought her prose very nice and thought that her opnions on feminity, while not having much in common with my own, bore further investigation.
I have also been given to understand that the reason why our high school English class read exerpts from the Norton Anthology instead of the real thing was that there are sexy parts.
My interest is piqued.
So last time I was in the stacks, I wandered over to the N shelf (okay, that’s a bit of a fib; its organized by Library of Congress numbers . . .but you get my drift) with the intention of selecting a volume or two of Ms. Nin’s work to peruse.
I was a bit discombobulated. There were many copies of segments of her diaries, labeled by ranges of years. I had no idea which years I ought to read, so I gave those a pass. There were a few books of exerpts (which, despite their probable readability, I shied away from because, for one I have a natural aversion to abridgments, and, you know, I don’t want to miss the sexy bits.) There was some of her fiction, including a volume subtitled, disconcertingly, “Erotica.” I’m interested in the naughty bits, but I don’t necessarily want to advertise that to everyone who happens to wander passed me during Sustained Silent Reading.
Anyway, I’m sure some of you wise Dopers will be able to advise me were I might want to start. Is her fiction as good as her diaries? Should I just get a copy of Henry and June?