Yann Moix’s PARTOUZ is on my bedside. But i can’t read it yet, cause first i have to review Lawrence Durrell’s “PROSPERO’S CELL’”, that has been translated again in greek. It is about his stay in Corfu in 1935, with his wife & mother, and describes clumsy shepherdesses coming down the hill. How exciting does this sound?

“Partouz”, on the other hand, is begging to be read, it is smiling to me, its a book about sex, terrorism and identity written by supposedly bad, sexy French Yann Moix, who has been Concourted (conquered the Concourt prize) and has spent years of his life in dark, lusty, kinky urban places.

But first read Durrell girl. If you don’t eat your meat you can’t have any pudding.

I just realised Partouz hasn’t been translated in english. Nor any other books of his. Strange huh? Is it because there is no word in english to translate PARTOUZ (GROUP SEX, GANG BANG) into? Well, is there?