Hello, and welcome
I’m Emmanuelle, lover of sushi, marzipan and the Scottish Highlands. I live with my husband (maker of the best fruit cake ever) and with my little Skye Terrier, Ms. Scruffy, (connoisseur of squeaky toys and bacon treats).
I’m often asked why I don’t write a ‘real’ book (in other words, one that doesn’t include sex). Bizarrely, exploring sexuality and desire on the page isn’t celebrated in the same way as the exploration of other human themes, such as grief or unrequited love. No matter that literature exploring sexuality often does so in the context of far wider human experience.
The themes of madness and imprisonment, and our desire for freedom (physically, emotionally and intellectually) often seem to tie into sexuality: as in Sarah Waters’ Affinity, Fingersmith and Little Stranger, in Jane Eyre, and in Wuthering Heights, and in the novels of Wilkie Collins. What is it to be ‘mad’… and are our minds ever ‘free’? Angela Carter and Michel Faber, in their gorgeously rich prose, tackle these themes too.
This search for freedom has led me towards the erotic genre.
Like many writers (I suspect), I have a laptop stuffed with snatches of ideas I’ve been exploring: tens of thousands of words as yet unseen. It’s there that the creatures from my darker corners are allowed to come creeping out.
As Lidia Yuknavitch says: ‘What is underneath what you want? And what is underneath that?’
Through erotic fiction, I want to explore what is intense and violent and unexplainable. On the page, I can explore anything, be anything.
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