I reviewed a fascinating book called Smut in Sunday’s New York Post. It’s written by a porn-industry guy (Gil Reavill) who is annoyed by the porning of the mainstream. His view:

Reavill is not advocating censorship; he believes that “porn has its place.” He just doesn’t want raw sex in anyone’s face who doesn’t want it there. He believes you should have to do a little work to get your smut. His premise is: “What happens if we agree to the proposition ‘No government censorship,’ but still want to talk about changing the kind of world we live in? What happens when we say, ‘No censorship’ but still want to continue the conversation?”

The dead tree version of the review included a picture of Jenna Jameson. What else does one need to get people to read?

Anyway, the review, minus the photo, is here.