Dostoevsky was a psychological novelist who expressed existentialist themes and posed moral questions, so I'm, you know, surprised he hasn't been embraced more in erotic literature. He was due.

Thanks Marsha. I laughed so hard.

I'm sure most readers won't see all the background going on in this novel, but when a reader can appreciate a piece of it, I'm gratified.

There's also Eddie's perverse structure à la Lacan, Eleanor's fetishistic understanding à la Kaplan. And the projective identification à la Klein running roughshod over Eleanor.

This chapter is, to me, the climax--a perfect weaving of the book's themes, but there's still lots of sex and violence to come. 😉