Dear Andrej
I've read most of your stories - well, the ones available in English or French. It would be interesting to read the Italian originals
Many of the stories are touching and deal with real human issues. This has a real liberating force. The love interest is more engaging than the sexual interest
The treatment of crises is generally good and inventive - and there is a real enlivening of the text when the plot is rendered more complex
I find the endless and repetitive sex scenes dreary and adding almost nothing. This has made me think what is at the heart of the 'turn on'. It is always some telling detail
I have no difficulty with the notion of 'the turn on': I mean only that thing that attracts, excites - the gesture, some quality, some 'reminder'... It participates in the nature of the poetic. Frequently this - 'the ting' - is unexpected, is it not? We are caught unprepared. So that it is not merely a matter of type - or sexual technique, for that matter
In this respect the sex scenes aren't sufficiently differentiated - and the same applies to the characters. I find many of the older characters - with their tendency to impose various moral imperatives - rather unpleasant, mean even. It is their awakening to life and possibility that is often at stake - but I wonder if it is the 'sexual giving' that is the true sign of any real development or something else. The fact that men can love each other should not come as any surprise - but what is it that we love in each other? A thousand ejaculations doesn't necessarily take anybody anywhere - mostly to tedium
I endorse your position on the middle class - with its public respectability and private squalor, even its fondness for the illicit. But there is a problem where the love interest is itself constructed in these terms - as if the working class/street boy/farm boy/thief (the wild/the innocent) is the site of redemption of the unfulfilled or 'restricted' middle class man/professional/authority figure.
The recuperation of an aspect of the self through the love object is the interesting theme. And it is your refusal of the refusal that is good - if my remark makes sense. I could point to many examples ...
The story of the boy who talks to the boy in the coma (in "A Thosand loves, On Love") - and makes love to him - is an extreme case of the finding of the repressed or abandoned self in the other. But what to make of the older man (in "The Odd Couple") who, having lost his lover of many years standing, returns to his home city and takes up with the removalist? While I found this story of great interest this older man represents an instance of what I'm calling meanness - and an assumed self-superiority that seems hardly justified. It is the boy who, despite everything, has retained his 'aliveness', not the older man - and a moral force that is driven from within not by moral dictates or calculation
For the moment, my best regards
John