The Erotic life of the American Wife [antikvár]

INTRODUCTIONWith curiosity as unquenchable as Alice's, I have been roaming around for over two years now behind the murky looking glass of American marriage. The object of my investigation: the usually elusive, unpublic wifehair down, defenses toowhom the outside of the looking glass almost never reflects. In search of her, I took two series of tripsthe first, from June, 1968, to November, 1969; the second, from January, 1970, to January, 1971zigzagging back and forth from New York City, where I live, to various destinations throughout the country.I sought the private gesture, the unplanned thought, the nuance that would throw open the inner actuality of marriage. At the heart of this actuality lies the erotic lifethat pervasive expression of feeling, or lack of it, between husband and wife. What was really happening there? Not on the well-explored level of sexual frequencies and coital positions, but in those dim psychic corridors where Eros actually dwellsor from which Eros has fled.I don't think I was simply nosy, although nosiness comes with