And Speaking of Sex
Congratulations to my friend Elizabeth Hayt, whose new book, "I'm No Saint," is just out and attracting loads of attention. I went to her book party last night at The Modern, and (aside from me, at least) everyone who is anyone was there.
I'm No Saint is a brutally honest memoir of Elizabeth's life, and particularly her sex life. It's definitely a book that people will be talking about. But it's not just the graphic recounting of sexual adventures—and misadventures—that makes this book conversation-worthy. (She really had sex with a bridesmaid an hour before the wedding?) It's the honesty that Elizabeth brings to the inner workings of families—both the one she was born into, and the one she married into. I haven't finished the book yet, but there is such raw honesty on its pages that I kept thinking, Jesus, how could she write this? To be honest, I don't think I could do it. But I admire Elizabeth that she has; it's not easy, putting yourself out there like this. (Read that first review on Amazon, linked to in the book title above, if you don't believe me.) How many people have secrets like Elizabeth...had?
