Word: fetishistically
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...Bufiuel is 68, deaf and an acknowledged alcoholic; he has claimed that this-his 27th picture-will be his last. True or not, Belle de Jour is a fitting capstone to the curious career of an unpopular but near-legendary film maker whose favorite themes have been anticlericalism, madness, fetishist fantasies and the wilder frontiers of sex. The Belle of this story is the masochistic wife of a successful young Parisian doctor who finds relief from her marital frigidity by working part-time in a whorehouse-not for conventional kicks but for the delicious indignities involved. Since other directors have...
...ENCLAVES by Felix Bastian. 230 pages. Doubleday. $4.50. If there is something intrinsically funny in the figure of a Hungarian refugee who teaches European history in a New Jersey parochial school for girls and is also a sex fetishist, then this is a funny book. If there isn't, then it is not. The author of this unruly goulash prefers to remain anonymous; Felix Bastian is a nom de plume...
...itinerant Methodist preacher named William Joseph Simmons started up the Klan again in Atlanta in 1915. Simmons, an ascetic-looking man, was a fetishist on fraternal organizations. He was already a "colonel" in the Woodmen of the World, but he decided to build an organization all his own. He was an effective speaker, with an affinity for alliteration; he had preached on "Women, Weddings and Wives," "Red Heads, Dead Heads and No Heads," and the "Kinship of Kourtship and Kissing." On Thanksgiving Eve 1915, Simmons took 15 friends to the top of Stone Mountain, near Atlanta, built an altar...
...family skeletons. She duly notes that the place is full of opportunities for a clever girl. "Do you mind if I touch your calf?" asks the master, feeling amorous. But Madame is watchful, so the maid bestows her favors instead on Madame's father, a haughty old fetishist who asks only that she hike up her skirts and model his shoe collection. In Diary's jauntiest footnote, Moreau slumps in an armchair letting the old goat fondle her instep while her face mirrors every nuance of amusement, resignation and unutterable boredom. A scene or two later, the fetishist...
Literally, Jubb is a voyeur, a fetishist and pyromaniac. By all odds, his doings should add up to nothing more than one more nasty little British shocker-unoriginal as sin, boring as politics and derivative as all get-out. Instead, it is a remarkably good book. Through some weird alchemy of talent and restraint, Novelist Waterhouse has transformed an outrageously raw case history into a recognizably human portrait...