Lover: the Confessions of a One-Night Stand

By Lawrence E. Edwards

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• Format: Paperback
• ISBN: B0026P99SQ
• Release Date: January 1977
• Publisher: Signet
• Weight: 0.20 lbs.

Customer Reviews

Diary of a Sex Addict

I'm surprised that no one has bothered to review this book. It's a great book, totally absorbing from beginning to end, well, close to the end. At the very end, the writer talks of "falling in love." But this part seems very phony. How can a sex addict really bond with someone? He wants his cake and wants to eat it, too. The poor fellow was infatuated, yes, maybe because his "love" already had somebody, but he was no way in love. But that's the end of the book. Everywhere else, the book is just startling with Larry Edward's sex life. Here's a man who writes literally nothing about his work. We know only that he worked in an office in New York City. He writes a little bit about his daughter, but it's clear she is not his main concern. His main concern is women, young women. He tries to convince us that he was selective, since he shied away from married women or women under 18 (he did have sex with one 18-year old). But this man definitely had a problem bonding with women. He yo-yo's with his wife for a few years, but finally they divorce (I don't recall him saying who actually sued for the divorce). Can you believe all these "fairy" tales? Well, the paperback version of this book is clearly marked "non-fiction." The publishers have promoted the writing as non-fiction. But it is hard to believe, and on the other hand, it's easy to see how some homely schmuck could have turned his sexual fantasies into a book like this. Let's assume that the story is entirely true. What did this man have that was so attractive to women that they were calling him up for sex, continuously, as he paints it in this book? He must have been a hell of a good looking man, a real beautiful stud of some kind, or else the women in New York were pretty hard up, or maybe both. We have to remember, too, that this book pre-dates the beginning of the spread of AIDS, so Larry and his lovers had no worries about spreading life-threatening viruses through multiple sex contacts. Larry could not do what he did then, today. He'd be dead or dying. As a writer, Larry is insightful and honest, for the most part, with the exception of the last section, where tries to convince us that he finally came to know what "love" is. I wasn't convinced. The man is a narcissistic pig with the ability to sit down and write about it, and even make us sometimes feel pity for him (not getting enough?). If the story is true. I have my doubts. But so what? It's still a great read, true or not. It aroused me, I admit, but I wouldn't want to be like Larry. I'd rather find real love, not his ersatz infatuation with Celeste. Horse manure. Diximus.