a wryly humorous and oh-so-literary postfeminist exploration
It is something of a middle finger and a stroke, all at once. And it is a turn-on, sure, but you forget about all that because the words really do take center focus until they don’t, but then they do again. It is a sex-cerebellum clusterfuck. But sometimes, clusterfucks can be fun. You have to think in order to navigate them.
…the combination of nudity and reading might appear tawdry to some, it is perhaps reminiscent of the nudity of the ancient Greek Olympics, showing that nudity has a long tradition of being the ideal way of performing in front of audiences.
Bare breasts are a wonderful reading accessory.
The most provocative literary series in the world.
This could change my mind about reading.
The best thing to happen to books since they were put on tape.
This is genius!
A refreshing reminder that the literary and the carnal can live in silly harmony.
We have seen the future. The future is naked.
What did you get up to last Friday night? If you answered anything other than “went to Naked Girls Reading,” you lose.
This could change the nature of author events, liven up the library and put a shimmy in the book industry.
Delight in the wondrous splendor that is Naked Girls.
One of the hottest and sauciest shows of the summer!
…body and culture are melted…an artistic phenomenon…
If reading is in crisis, Naked Girls Reading is the solution!
…paroxysms of delight. Seriously.
Frankly, we’re a little annoyed that New Yorkers didn’t think of this first—seriously, how did that happen?
Intoxicating…more than just titillation…a remarkable experience.