I read it a long time ago in my school days, and that time I read the book with great gusto, the passion escorted the thought that this is a classic and notwithstanding the fact that it is full of porn-centric essences I had the feeling that it had something aesthetics, appreciations of beauty in point of fact. I leafed through the book hungrily and found it un-put-down-able. It in substance had the quotients that scintillate my imaginations at that formative age.
Now coming into an age of maturation, physically, emotionally and of course intellectually I take the book differently notwithstanding its elevated, honed, horny style. I take the book as pure porn and this is swathed by a beautiful wrapper that is sophisticated, urbane style that could blindfold the reader. But the membraned beauty that sheathes the vulgarity of the book is skin-deep and once one observes keenly the screen will fall and the whole scenes of ugliness and vulgarity will resurface. The following opening line endorses this fact.

