The Dry Season: A Memoir of Pleasure in a Year Without Sex
When Febos stops looking through the keyhole and turns around, she finds that being single feels like anything but a dry season; it’s the most emotionally and spiritually fertile time of her life ... I want to believe this is enough: that if you’re intentional, you can be someone’s partner without losing any of yourself. I’m not sure I do ... Thoughtfully argued.
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Febos’s great power as a writer is pairing structural rigor with emotional disclosure ... Febos has venerated literary ancestors while scrutinizing her own choices. Some might deride attention to personal experience and sexual pleasure while our democracy disintegrates around us, but sex and love are energies that turn us toward each other in an era whose ravages are designed to create lasting isolation.
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Philosophically rich and deeply sensual ... At first, it seems Ms. Febos’s interest is primarily in the feminist potential of women choosing to live without men, focusing instead on themselves and one another. But as her book progresses, the author spends more and more time on the relationship between religious and sexual hunger, and the human need to subsume ourselves in something greater.
