The Stud by Jackie Collins {Book Review}

I’m officially over trying to make Jackie Collins work for me.

This is the second book that I’ve read and I can’t. I just can’t put myself through this again.

This book is a lot worse than the first book I read, The Love Killers, because it borders on making rape sound consensual as well as pedophilia being a normal thing. I don’t care if the book was written in the late 60s, and you need to keep an ‘open mind‘ about when you’re reading it — it will never make those subjects okay.

Erotic literature – I don’t have issues with, but this book stepped over the line.

This is the second novel published by Jackie Collins (1969).

DISCLAIMER: This review could contain possible spoilers based on my opinions. All opinions and views are my own.

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Plot:

It’s 1969 London, and swingers swarm the discos and exclusive clubs, living for the moment.

One man is at the centre of it all, everyone knows him and he is always getting the women who desire him. He’s living the dream but he starts walking a dangerous line when the woman he wants may be calling his bluff.

Thoughts:

There are three point of views that the book uses but after you get through the first few chapters, you realise they are mostly repetition, same events and conversations, just from different perspectives of the characters.

The chapters became predictable, because you expected what will be happening once any of the characters started a new chapter.

The word rape is used loosely in the book, and once again, no matter when something was written, it never makes it okay to justify behaviour and actions. There’s also an endless reference made to underage girls and how okay it was the way they were treated.

There were absolutely no characters to like in this book: from ‘the stud‘ who is absolutely absorbed within himself, to ‘the bitch‘ who is as vain as can be, to every single extra character mentioned. There was only one person to like and that was just based on one decision made: Fontaine’s husband finally coming to him damn senses.

I’m still baffled that this book got a sequel, and a movie made of it. In my opinion, a waste of paper and film as there was no point to the story.

Overview:

Theres’s a lot of British slang, some of which went completely over my head without any meaning.

Honestly, I didn’t have much hope for this book after the disappointment of the first one, but this took a lower low. I do hope this isn’t what counts as erotica or soft smut.