Servicing the Pole is the portrait of a New York stripper—a battle-worn misfit slogging her way through the city’s roughest clubs, watching as the job replaces her personal life, and secretly harbouring rock star ambitions. As the fast-paced night life’s deceptive promises of easy money gradually give way to the harsher realities of addiction and prostitution, Emily must decide—is . . .
Mankind is ruled by a fundamentalist Church. Sex outside of marriage, music, dancing and even lipstick are forbidden. There’s only one place of absolute freedom: Madilon, a space station turned into the last night club of the galaxy. . . .
The day Keith decides to cheat on Nanda, his wife of five years, he meets Yuni, a laptop-toting teenage girl who leads him to a mysterious woman who calls herself V. Follow Keith from his seductive adventures into a bizarre underworld where he inexplicably finds himself breaking up a powerful crime ring. . . .
Catherine is a woman around 30 years old, beautiful, intelligent, dangerous. In a way you could see her as just a nymphomaniac lacking excitement in her life. But that wouldn’t be fair to the scheming and complex person that she really is. Try and read it, you might just get swept away in the vortex of her life and thoughts. . . .
What first drew me into Servicing the Pole was the quick, succinct voice of the character. It is written in first person present tense—something that usually bothers me—but I scarcely noticed it when I began to read.
Servicing the Pole isn’t a happy story—in fact, most of the time I found [more . . .]
This isn’t a nice story. Neither is it hopeful, cheering or even fun to read. But I couldn’t stop reading. Servicing the pole is a well-written story about the daily life of a stripper. Tough, raw and slightly depressing are words that come to mind. The protagonist isn’t really sympathetic and her life is almost pure horror, but because you [more . . .]