Darker: EL James’s latest Fifty Shades of Grey seems even some-more indeterminate in a post-Weinstein universe – review
December 8, 2017 - Fifty Shades of Grey
There’s a new Fifty Shades novel out, and a timing doesn’t seem good. While pompous poetry and groundless characterisation haven’t prevented the existent 4 books in this inexplicably remunerative kinkathon changeable 150 million copies to date, a new Harvey Weinstein allegations competence seem to murky a already controversial interest of a “sensuous romance” built around a draw of a rapacious aristocrat who uses ex-FBI spies to keep tabs on a intent of his desire.
The story, in box we forgot, centres on a intimately sadistic CEO who introduces a bashful tyro 7 years his youth to a joys of pap clamps and boundary plugs. The strange novel, published in 2011, was always disconcerting, though re-reading it amid a ongoing inundate of testimony to a abuse of masculine energy creates one’s mind boggle that there was ever a good time for this tasteless strain to workplace harassment.
It starts when novel undergraduate Anastasia is sent by her tyro journal to talk a sly businessman Christian Grey (as a vital champion of her university, he hands out a degrees during graduation time). Here’s what happens when they share a lift:
“Oh, f— a paperwork,” he growls. He lunges during me, pulling me opposite a wall of a elevator. Before we know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vicelike hold above my head, and he’s pinning me to a wall regulating his hips… “You. Are. So. Sweet,” he murmurs, any word a staccato.