If this man makes his living as an English teacher, why are there grammatical errors on nearly every page?
Does this publisher not employ a single editor?
If the manuscript was read by a real university instructor, as the preface states, why did he allow such puerility to go to print?
If the author's goal is really to "approach even a quarter" of Junichiro Tanizaki's writing talent, does he think he can approach this fraction by using jokey slang terms for sexual organs over and over and over?
Is there anyone over the age of eleven who thinks that "over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder" is an amusing synonym for "bra"?
How can this writer have read so many good things and then produce a book that reads like a 100-page unconsummated letter to Penthouse magazine?
It's possible that the name "Duff" is a pen-name, derived from the name of Homer Simpson's favorite brand of beer. Next to ogling women, this writer's main pasttime seems to be drinking enormous quantities of the stuff. He even makes the yuppie error of confusing brand loyalty for connoisseurship. Normally I would think that he has clearly drunk too much for one lifetime, but in Mr. Duff's case I believe he should stick to drinking and not write any more.
I hope that in the future the writer can satisfy his physical desires directly. His attempt to sublimate them through writing has not been a success. I hope that no one else wastes money on this boring, sad, childish book.