We gave it a C-
”Her mouth was clamped around him and stretching awkwardly. Odd that this was a pleasure, this odd configuration.” Odd that Minot, author of the 1998 best-seller Evening, should be so obtuse about fellatio. Her anti-erotic new novella will seem, to anyone over the age of consent, crudely clueless about the ways of the heart and the flesh. The controlling gimmick: Rapture views a love affair through the lens of one oral-sex scene. A couple of New York indie film types hook up after a year apart. Their bodies move; their minds drift; their creator writes laughable sentences: ”Benjamin was like that, a drug. He was the lure of the abyss.” C- Author’s italics.