Twelve Inches by Karl Flinders
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I think with any of these “one-handed” reads, you’re looking for a certain level of eroticism. I’m not looking for just explicit details, I want a setting and a reason that’s believable and for the most part this book delivers. I would say Karl Flinders’ strength is the set-up.
The book itself, I suppose it’s bisexual? It seems to defy categorization. Men do sexual things with other men but rarely to the point of orgasm, and it’s usually brushed off as “boys being boys” kind of play. The one actual homosexual in the book commits suicide after realizing he’s gay and the rest of the characters really brush over this, as if it were expected. That kind of confused me, isn’t Flinders biting the hand that feeds him saying the gay ones deserve to die?
The book also contains a few page-filling sections. For example, after each sexual romp, there is a reminiscence of the romp that fills a few pages while basically restating the same things again. Also at the end of the book there is a lengthy set-up for a sequel where our hero decides to be a gay-for-pay escort that doesn’t really go anywhere – you have to buy the next book.
Still I enjoyed it enough to know what happens and will likely follow our hero to NYC.
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