Shady, yes... seductive, no
This book is a nasty and offensive piece of fantasy that sends out the wrong messages to everyone, argues Eilis O'Hanlon
COME back, Twilight, all is forgiven. I used to think the success of Stephanie Meyer's interminable saga about hot teenage vampires was a sign that the world had gone completely mad. Then along came Fifty Shades of Grey.
EL James's debut work of fiction is being devoured by women the world over, and is shifting 100,000 copies a week, making it the fastest-selling paperback of all time. Women are to blame. If men want porn, they just go online. Only women feel the need to wrap up a desire for sleaze in all the pseudo-intellectual guff which Fifty Shades of Grey has inspired.