Word: voyeurism
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...published An Unhurried View of Erotica, a sort of bibliography of banned books, and sold 275,000 copies. Last year he began publishing Eros, a quarterly "devoted to the joy of love." At $10 a copy, Eros offers little more than what can be picked up by a determined voyeur with scissors and a library card-a reworking of Lysistrata, ribald pieces by De Maupassant and Balzac, Frank Harris' My Life and Loves-but Ginzburg claims he now has a circulation...
...appeal for school reform. Conservative critics, many of them older Etonians than the author, shrilly denounced him for sensationalism. They were offended by an incident in which a student sells his handsome younger brother to the rowing eight, and objected to Benedictus' portrayal of the bishop as a voyeur...
...magazine's nudes are reproductions of old masters-Bordone's Venus and Cupid, Manuel's The Judgment of Paris-and remarkably chaste: for the true voyeur, either Playboy (60?) or New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art (admission free) houses far fleshier work. Some of Eros' articles are cribbed from history: De Maupassant's Madame Tellier's Brothel, which first wowed Parisians in 1881; poems by the Earl of Rochester (d. 1680), their mild eroticism heavily disguised in battered olde type. Votaries of contemporary vulgarity got their kicks mainly in the titles...
...enter these rooms through the hatchway; the camera hovers overhead like a voyeur, and the four walls vibrate with a new personality. The most fascinating of the four passengers is Pere Jules (Michel Simon), a crusty old naval Caliban who exists totally on a physical level. During one memorable scene he shows the captain's young wife, Juliette (Dita Parle), the souvenirs from his voyages to the South Seas: horns and masks, beads and three satanic cats that jump without warning and perch on Pere Jules' shoulders...
...committee of longshoremen has taken over the management of a bal-musette. The words for the climaxes of love are not Lawrentian evocations of the impossible mysteries of sex but "paff! paff! After that it's paff, paff, paff!" Miller moves into the most preposterous bedrooms like a voyeur without curiosity-only with a hoarse guffaw and a derisive yet somehow kindly eye for farce and foible...