As the song from Team America tells us, freedom isn’t free.
Pause for a second, and think about what the word “freedom” means to you. Do you associate it with money? Power? Fame? Travel? Sex? Love?
On the surface, The Truth is about the latter two terms on that list, combined under the umbrella label “relationship”. After all, its subtitle is An Uncomfortable Book About Relationships – and its author, Neil Strauss, also infamously penned The Game, a testosterone- and male-insecurity-fuelled tome primarily concerned with…shall we say…relations.
Plenty of readers will pick this book up expecting balls-to-the-wall debauchery involving more body parts than just balls. They will also find more than enough to satisfy – a literary orgy of orgies, a smorgasbord of explicit experiences recounted in graphic detail. The S-word is a core theme, as is the L-word.
But so is the T-word.
When you first dive into The Truth, tumescent with anticipation, smut-radar set to Hypersensitive, I recommend you Read more…