Wednesday, July 30, 2008

On "Cake" by Sarah Rose Etter (1610 words) ****

The connection between food and erotica goes back millennia. Song of Solomon talks of breasts like grape clusters, and Christina Rossetti has a poem about fruits on sale at a market, working the metaphor for something a little more juicy. Etter's "Cake" falls right into that tradition, though for her the metaphor is taken to its literal extreme. I guess all folks have their fetishes. Read the story here.

5 comments:

sarah* said...

thanks for the nod. i really appreciate the kind words.

best,
sarah

eightk said...

I'm a big fan of Etter's work. Glad to hear that others are noticing her too.

Short Story Reader said...

It was my pleasure to read Sarah's stuff.

Robert Hyers said...

I'm so glad you found this author;I love her work. I've been a fan of her stories for quite some time. Her work is raw and edgy and in your face. She grabs your throat with her truth and squeezes until you pass out. An amazing talent.

Anonymous said...

Another great job, Sarah, I hope much more to come !! Bonnie D