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Press Release:
A New Novel of Romantic Erotic Fiction
An Indonesian Love Story
by an American Man
A novel and love poem about Indonesian women and the foreign men who love them, for both Asian and western readers. A true story of one American man’s drive to be with more than one woman that ends in heartbreak and tragedy for all.
Indonesia is a land most westerners know, if at all, for the beaches of Bali and as the childhood home of Barack Obama. It is a land of beauty and paradox, vibrantly multicultural (more than 300 cultures) and multi faith (Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Hindu, and animist). Behind its conservative culture lies a nation with tens of millions of innocent young women, curious about the west, feminism, and foreign men. It is not unusual to see a devout young Muslim woman with her hair covered, but also wearing spandex and a t-shirt saying “Boyfriend Hunting” while driving her scooter to the business she owns.
Into this comes An American Man to Indonesia and finds women throwing themselves at him, most of them virgins. Indonesia is a land where being a virgin means not only no sex before marriage, but not even kissing before marriage. He is the shallowest of men, seeking only easy sex with naive women. But very quickly he finds surprises he had not expected; Love with three women, two of them virgins and the third a single mother with a daughter. None of the women were prepared at all for him, and found themselves doing things they never knew or dreamed of before, feeling daily more liberated the more extreme the acts he asked of them. He also was not prepared for the emotional cataclysm he unleashed on both them and himself, and the would be Casanova found himself trapped by both his own foolishness and the demons of his past.
Not since Lolita has there been a novel with someone like An American Man; alternately noble and protective, then callous and domineering; a once emotionally wounded man painfully self loathing after the fact; a man deeply in love with being with women but unwilling to be with just one woman. The women in his life confound him even while his love for them grows and overwhelms him, and ultimately harms them all. A tragic, true to life love story that spans two continents.
Excerpt:
She was crying.
Her emotion was flowing out of her, erupting, gushing, overflowing, spilling out of her uninterrupted. I don’t think she could have stopped crying, talking, or pouring out her emotions even if she wanted.
She cried like a child who has just lost her parents. She cried like a young mother who has just lost her child.
She did not cry like an old woman who lost her husband. Her loss was not one she expected, and she did not have the comfort of a long life together. Her loss was that of losing a chance at that long life together.
She cried like a woman who has just lost the love of her life. I was that to her, and I didn’t deserve it.
I had never before in my life been the target and lucky recipient of such unabashed, unashamed, uncensored, un-self-conscious love.
Not from other women, not from girlfriends.
Not from my parents, not from brothers and sisters nor close friends.
Not even from an ex-wife.
This woman-child had known me less than a year, less than one twenty fifth of her life and one fortieth of mine, and yet she was giving me this life and love and life of love and love of life without shame or reserve, holding nothing back.
The best trained and most skilled stage or film actor at the finest heights of emotion to move an audience could not have been moved as much as I was moved now, and continue to be moved by the thought of it years later.
She was the love of my life…
I was hers…
…And we will never be together.
…And that is all my fault.
Available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0050QBEO0
Author’s Blog http://indonesianlovestory.blogspot.com/
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