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As part of a special promotion for all ebooks distributed through Smashwords, I am giving you the chance to get a FREE copy of my sensational erotic memoir Love Has No Limits.
You can follow the link below to Smashwords and use the special coupon code RE100 to get the book FREE in various ebook formats.
This FREE promotion will be available from one minute past midnight Pacific time on March 4 until the stoke of midnight Pacific time on March 10.
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Here’s what some readers have been saying about this book.
“The sex explodes!”
“Vanessa Wu has just become my new favourite author.”
“Really loved this story. A good plot coupled with erotic and sensitive sex scenes.”
“I got a little too stirred up thinking I had discovered the next literary genius.”
“We are certainly going to be hearing a lot more of Vanessa Wu.”
“I usually put at least one area where I believe the book could improve. In the case of Love Has No Limits… I just want more of it.”
“Beautifully written, sensuous and honest, this is a truly modern erotic gem!”
“After discovering this by chance, I went and downloaded everything by Vanessa Wu.”
“Hot, hot hot!”
“The writing style is very cinematic – I kept thinking of long tracking shots through the streets of Berlin and Amsterdam and what kind of soundtrack would suit it. It’s always wonderful when you come across a writer you enjoy by accident.”
“Her style is lovely to read. I so often don’t get past the first couple of pages of a new author… and to find myself devouring her writing was quite a surprise.”
I needed a well-scrubbed, de-cluttered, pristine flat before I could appreciate this fine graphic novel, which had been lying around in a pile of clutter for several months until today.
The author is Bryan Talbot, who was a comic artist with, I am told, a god-like reputation in England at the time he decided to publish this under a pseudonym. It was a departure. But if you are familiar with Bryan Talbot’s work you will know that he doesn’t fit comfortably into any genre and that he likes to take risks and go off at a tangent even within a single work.
This story is very focused, though. I like it a lot. It’s wordless and told in crisp, black and white images that are playful, repetitive and poignant. I found it very moving. It’s the story of a man and a woman whose natures make it impossible for them to be together. Some people might see the story as simplistic but I like the simplicity of it. It strips down the relationship to its essential constituents of erotic need and emotional isolation. Some of it is funny. I laughed out loud on page 52 and my flatmate dashed across the room and started reading over my shoulder. “Let me scan it and post it on Facebook!” she said.
“No, certainly not!,” I cried. “It’s important to protect the artist’s revenue potential! This has not been a big earner for him.”
I read the rest of it in silence in my bedroom, which was most appropriate given what happens on pages 66 and 67. (The 64-page story starts on page 4, by the way.)
I’m intrigued by successful artists and writers who, at the height of their fame, publish quirky little books under a pseudonym. On page 35, in panels 13 and 14, the shadows behind the bridge crossed by the lovers spell HOAX. This hoax may not have made much money for Bryan Talbot, but it has made me want to read more of his work. He’s still alive, I think, so I hope he’ll get a little frisson of pleasure when he gets his next royalty cheque and notices a slight uptick thanks to the largesse of a certain erotically inclined Asian by the name of Vanessa Wu.
This is not your run-of-the-mill erotic fiction. Jess C. Scott has invented a new genre. That’s worth 5 of anybody’s stars, isn’t it?
If you don’t believe me, try typing Asian Factual Fiction into Google. Jess completely dominates the first page of results.
Jess seems to be very good at marketing. She has even written two books on it. They’re called something like “Building Your Brand” and “Developing a Positive Mindset.”
I haven’t read them but I’m so impressed by her Google ranking I’m going to drop her a line after this and ask her to be my Brand Consultant. (This review is just to butter her up.)
I’m also hoping she’ll have contacts in the Taiwanese underworld who can help me bump off a certain Taiwanese rock star with a name disturbingly similar to mine.
Oh, but the Wu clan is everywhere. You can’t kill us off.
Anyway, back to the book.
We all know that sex in real life is full of problems. The hot chick you lust after treats you like a douchebag in the great toilet of life. The guy you send your risk-everything nude pics to after weeks of flirtation tells you that you jumped to the wrong conclusion. Although you’re a girl with lesbian sympathies, you feel nothing at all for the luscious lesbian babe who wants to show you the meaning of Nirvana. Besides, you want to lose your virginity and doing it with another woman doesn’t count!
Factual sex is sometimes not quite so much fun as fantasy sex. And so it is with factual fiction versus fantasy fiction.
What I like about the three stories in this book is that they show what it feels like to want to have sex, with all the tortured self-doubts and frustrations that entails, without ever becoming pornographic or lewd.
If there’s one word that comes to mind when I read these stories it’s realism. I suppose that’s the “Factual” part. Then again, the stories show imagination. Hence the “Fiction.”
You can probably guess why the word “Asian” is in the title. If not, here’s a clue. The young Chinese girl lying in the window is stark naked. Yes! Stark naked! And she wants you to look at her.
Is that hot?
Today instead of a review I have an announcement.
My novel, Love Has No Limits, is now available as an ebook on the following sites.
I am thrilled about publishing this book, which is a very personal one.
My short story, Captain Sun, was modelled very closely on things told to me by a friend who was living in China in the 1970s, so that was also very personal, but Love Has No Limits is based on my own experiences in Amsterdam and Berlin more recently.
How I came to be living in Berlin is a very long story. I will perhaps tell that story one day. For now, I am very happy for this little novel to see the light of day.
My memories of Berlin are very happy ones. My visits to Amsterdam were brief but, as can be seen in the novel, made a deep impression.
I hope that anyone reading this novel gets as much pleasure from it as I had in writing it.
I liked this story better than the last one I read by this author, which was called Love on the Rebound (terrible title, by the way.) The heroine in Under the Canopy of Love is more likeable, not so desperate and less of a slut. There is also an attempt to introduce some real story-telling into the narrative. As the relationship between the two characters develops, you begin to get a sense of what goes on in their minds when they are not being driven purely by lust. The story is quite thoughtfully constructed and there is even a little motif in it, a subtle moral, that is quite uplifting in spite of the adulterous theme. It’s like an erotic Aesop’s fable, or Confucius for sex addicts. Still, it only gets 4 stars from me because I think this writer can do a lot better. I’m going to keep an eye out for her future stories because I think she’s holding the best of herself back. I’d like to see more of a Chinese theme please, Ms. Wu. Write about what you know!
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I am not sure what to make of this story. I like the fact that it’s a short story and has been published on its own. This allows me to review it separately, which is a good thing. It’s hard reviewing a whole collection of stories, especially when you’ve only read one or two of them.
But I’m not sure I approve of the main character, Adele. She is infatuated with her boss, who does nothing to deserve it, and that’s immature.
Then she throws herself at him when he’s emotionally vulnerable and I strongly disapprove of this kind of behaviour. This is not likely to lead to Adele’s long term happiness.
The story ends with two or three explicitly sexual acts. I suppose these are integral to the story. I suppose we need to know the full extent of Adele’s utter self-abasement. But the acts could be described less graphically. This is bordering on the pornographic.
The ending is trying to be upbeat but I’m not convinced. If I were Adele I would not be able to live with myself after doing what she did.
Oh yes, by the way, I should mention this is one of mine.