by E. K. Blair
Published August 29th 2016
Romance/Adult Fiction/True Story
“I don’t want to judge you, but you’re making it very difficult.”
The only reason I read this book is because it claims to be a true story from just the title Author Anonymous: A True Story told through the voice of New York Best Time Seller E. K. Blair. How could I not click on it? It was a gateway into the life of a romance writer in the age where indie writers were the in thing. I got it in December and tried to read it then but I just wasn’t getting into the story so when I started it again last night, I couldn’t put it down. I guess I was in the right head space.
There is a note from ‘Anonymous’ talking about why she decided to tell the story and why she chose E. K. Blair to do it. I have never read any of E. K. Blair’s books even though I realized I have one on my TBR pile from like two years ago. After that note, there is the Author’s note thanking ‘Anonymous’ for trusting her with such a personal story. It’s a story of well-known author who started out as an indie one and is now signed to a publishing house. So going in I’m pretty sure this will be something awesome but I did not expect the bloody rollercoaster I got instead.
What in the actual *$%@ was she thinking???
What I thought the book would turn out to be is actually child’s play compared to how it ended up being. And when I saw Maryse comparing it to Arsen, I kind of knew what I’d be getting but no, what I got was not some romanticized story. This was raw and ugly.
The story is about Tori who is a romance writer using the pen name Madilyn Kline. She lives separate lives under each name where Tori is a wife with two kids and a boring sex life but as Madilyn she is a liberated woman who parties a lot and is a sex goddess. She paints a world for her readers that she has never experienced, a fantasy and she starts to wonder if any of it can be real. She is bored of her life and the repetitiveness of it all.
“And another thing. Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanos and then it subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love” which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”
She goes for the book events and that’s where she gets loose. While at one event, she is told of a website one of the authors’ uses for inspiration for her dark reads. FetLife. A site where people with fetishes can meet without judgement, a place for likeminded people. And that was the start of the shit storm that became her life. She started making one bad choice after another even when she knew the consequences and I don’t believe she was sorry for any of it as much as she claimed to be. The whole time I was just like WTF???
Half the time I was reading the book I kept thinking this was all a marketing ploy trying to sell this as a true story. Who could be this stupid in real life? Is half the stuff in there even real? I’m not familiar with the book events that go on because I’m in Kenya and we don’t have anything remotely close to what I read but I would like to know if any of it is true. Dragging around male models? That FetLife site? I googled the site and it does exist but I could not bring myself to create an account so at least I know that exists but do writers use it for inspiration?
If this is all real, it means it’s an author who I have probably read something of theirs. So I am very curious about the identity and if anyone knows who it’s about, send me an email. Writing this story was not bold or whatever the author wants as to think. It’s such a blatant method of attention seeking. She wants people to talk and speculate. She wants the book to sell. If any of this is real, whoever you are, I have judged you.
“And in the end, we were all just humans . . . drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.” ~ Christopher Poindexter
And that ending drove me crazy. After all that crap she’s been through she won’t stop. Lol, I don’t even understand what the point was in writing this. This woman is not remorseful and she is putting people she claims to love through the crap again probably trying to get that other person’s attention after she was used and discarded. It’s wrong to judge, I know but if you read this it will be hard not to. But it was one hell of a story I have to admit and E. K Blair did a great job delivering it.
I’d recommend this to anyone who likes to read taboo books.