They want some sex in the Murdering the Mann Mystery. And they want it now. They are angry that Cynthia and John have not, as yet, had a passionate affair. They are writing out their frustrations on the official board, but mostly they are stopping me in the hallways and at the end-of-semester parties and, well, yelling at me.
“You’re always telling us about the erotic underpinnings of the social systems operating in academe. Put your money where your mouth is,” they tell me. Or they suggest narrative contexts where it might be intriguing to engage some character’s mouth in a far less metaphorical sense. They are tapping their collective and combined M.A. and Ph.D. heels.
I am less certain.
Cynthia and John? Miss R. Furbished and the librarian, perhaps? Kicker and Cynthia, or Kicker and the librarian, for that matter?
I hadn’t expected to include steamy scenes in Satis library, despite the name of the place; I had, I’ll admit, set it in a place I found pretty unromantic and uninspiring (all that cheese, perhaps). But maybe they’re right.
Your thoughts on the necessity of and possibilities for sex in the text, dear readers? Do you want me to say please?
