Who can write about sex like Émile Zola these days, as in his carnal and edgy Thérèse Raquin of 1867, with everyone currently flinching in advance of ironic but ultimately censo
Who can write about sex like Émile Zola these days, as in his carnal and edgy Thérèse Raquin of 1867, with everyone currently flinching in advance of ironic but ultimately censo