In her first novel, “ The Pisces,” a disaffected Sappho scholar named Lucy has a love affair with Theo, a merman. There is, after all, a giant, pert, pink nipple on its cover, like a Kandinsky drawn with a protractor. loner on Hollywood’s bottom rung who falls for a plus-size woman she meets at a froyo shop, it is also a pageant of bodily juices and exploratory fingers and moan after moan of delight. and you’ve heard the word … like, 30 times already out of my mouth.” “I know it’s Monday,” she told him, “I’m really sorry. In a slightly shaved down, back-mouthed Philadelphia accent, she says that even though her agent “cut about 50%” of references to the clitoris in her new novel, “ Milk Fed,” she still had to apologize to the sound tech monitoring her audiobook recording. If you buy books linked on our site, The Times may earn a commission from, whose fees support independent bookstores.įive minutes into our first call, Melissa Broder makes good on her reputation for having no filter.
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