Oedipus Aroused: Homer's Long-Lost Erotic Epic — Robert Devereaux

Oedipus . . . Freud's favorite whipping boy . . . Ernest Jones' ridiculous rationale for Hamlet's mom-and-pop obsessions . . . and the most famous motherf***er of them all . . .

Pity the ultra-discombobulated prince of Corinth, hoping for Delphic reassurance. Goggle-eyed oracle gawks and gasps his way, babbles her bullshit, and drops dead. A blasphemous bloke who claims oracles suck wind, Delphi worst of all, convinces Oedipus to head home instead of fleeing.

There, they run headlong into the fecundity-drenched Festival of Demeter. Super-hot Queen Jocasta and her hateful, tiny-dicked hubby come a-visiting from Thebes. Makes the young prince's pecker stand tall.

He's lost in bewilderment around Mom and Pop. And in a night of pitch-dark bedchambers and bare-naked thighs, a flurry of bed swaps lands them all in exceedingly compromising positions.

How will our poor lad's turmoils end? Who the f*** knows? Well actually, the blind bard knows. And trust me, this ain't your great-grampa's Homer, no way, no how!

Fuck the Trojan War. To hell with storm-tossed Odysseus, the man of twists and turns. This Eros-inspired epic'll have you twisting and turning, tossed in storms of ecstasy, as singlehandedly you read and moan and marvel!