Why I 'm passing on 'Pussy'

Turns out The Big Book of Pussy, that I, being a reviewer of non fiction books for a family newspaper was looking forward to look into, is not so suitable for a review after all. It's not that The Big Book of Pussy, hereafter 'Pussy', is not a book. 'Pussy' is a book. If not, why would Taschen file it under 'sexy Bücher'? It is a Big Book, even, and it is all about Pussy, no question about that. So the title, at least, is accurate. Moreover, it is not that 'Pussy' doesn't belong to the wonderful genre of non-fiction. Actually, one could say there's too much non fiction in it. 'Pussy' could use a little fiction here and there. But then I would not be the first one to review it, and 'Pussy' would no doubt be picked up, or more precisely, snatched away, by a fiction reviewer. No, the reason I cannot, and shall not, review it for the family newspaper, is that 'Pussy' is not for families. You need one to build one, for sure, but you don't want to look into it. Or you want to look into it but not have it lying around. A non prude would want to have 'Pussy' on his coffee table, but not while teenagers are trying to do their homework. Except perhaps, when those teenagers are preparing a paper on 'Pussy', which is rare; they prefer robotics and nanotechnology. Meanwhile, I would definitely say 'Pussy' contains some interesting stuff, like the spread of Vanessa del Rio showing off her clit the size of a micropenis, but that's another matter.