The Butcher, or Le Boucher, was originally written for an erotic story competition. It won, and was later translated into many languages. It is a novella, or even, a novellette, since it is probably around 13,000 words long. In spite of its brevity, it is a fantastic read, but be warned, this is a literary work, and not genre porn. If you are simply after a turn on, you will be disappointed. The language is very poetic, and the author on one page drops punctuation in order to create a sense of breathlessness. The story revolves around a young girl/woman who has fallen for a boy, lost her virginity to him, only to realise she was a passing whim. He hardly knew she existed except as the younger sister of his friend. An art student, she works over the summer in a butcher's shop. There she meets the butcher of the title, a large overweight man who whispers naughty things to her behind the counter. In the summer heat, and amid the raw flesh of the meat, she is drawn into his fantasies, and begins to slough off her love for Daniel. The poetic prose of this book has been faithfully translated from the original French, and bears a great resemblance to the English translation style of Marguerite Duras' classic short autobiographical novel, The Lover or L'Amant. So if you like Duras' The Lover, you might also like The Butcher, and vice versa.
wonderfully translated into english from the original french, this short novel is about a young woman who is both attracted to and repelled by the overweight highly sexed butcher she works for. The graphic descriptions of the cuttng of the meat are matched by Ree's incredible literary skills in describing the young womans first sexual encounter with this man. It is an odd combination of ideas but works wonderfully, the imagery and use of language is phenomenal. Once read never forgotten.( this is not a sadistic work in spite of its setting)
This was a disappointment. I was expecting an outstanding erotic work. Instead I found it pretentious, wordy and altogether too poetic. Beyond that it crossed into what I imagine was a chemically induced fantasy world. It may impress the academic but would leave most people cold. I felt her mental anguish but none of her pleasure which was undefined and illusory. I would never buy anything else penned by this person whether or not in the same genre. Compared to The Sexual Life of Catherine M which is massively sexual, if not particularly erotic, this little book pales into not merely insignificance, but non-event. Dont bother, you will be bored. Try a tin of cocoa,if you need to sleep. That works and its cheaper!