Marco Vassi: 13 books

“I suppose I should have stuck it through until graduation if I hadn’t met Jeff. The only alternative was getting a job, and without a degree there weren't too many interesting possibilities. Also, on the basic level of material comfort, I didn’t have anything to complain about. The campus was...

There is no better introduction to the world of Marco Vassi than his autobiography, The Stoned Apocalypse, a stirring and sensual work that is both unflinchingly honest and erotically charged. Did the sixties happen so Vassi could exist, or did Vassi define the decade? His journey across the country...

In this ribald, titillating, exciting book, Marco Vassi exposes the human animal in all its absurdity. He spares no one and nothing in his ironic X‑ray of our exalted obsessions. Capturing the sizzling vitality of our current erotic upheaval while grasping its peculiar pretensions, Vassi creates...

”Constance was a quick‑minded woman, twenty‑seven years old, a freelance writer who had begun to make a reputation among some of the more solid publications. She had a wide‑ranging intelligence, and her pieces covered everything from Middle East politics to new tendencies in American religious...

“Larry felt something he hadn't experienced for years—the sharp clutch of jealousy twisting his stomach. In all the years they’d been together, he’d never doubted Eleanor’s fidelity in the slightest.”   In this striking, startling novel, Vassi turns his talent to a tale...

Liberated, literary, and wonderfully sexy, this book takes readers on a revealing, sensuous look into the bedrooms of people from every walk of life. A richly exciting example of the erotic life that lies beneath the surface of everyday life.

“The fact that the ad was in the Times and not one of the sex journals made its wording all the more seductive. Wanted. Sensitive male to serve as personal valet and assistant to master in arcane studies.”   When Michael answers a peculiar classified ad in New York, he senses he...

“Her mouth went dry. From one standpoint, the job wasn’t much, but from another, it was like salvation. In her state of confusion and fatigue, the job seemed heaven‑sent, and Lou like an angel. He watched her carefully. ‘Frankly,’ he went on, ‘if you want to sell your talent and your time,...

“The woman trembled slightly in the chill breeze, her long hair stirring about her shoulders. Her dancer’s body was a sculptor’s dream. She stared straight ahead of her, and what the men behind her could not see was that a soaring sweep of sparkling awareness had captured her eyes. It was a...

“It was to have been a casual affair of impersonal intensity. We both had an unencumbered summer before us, and were thinking what a pleasure it would be to have a bedmate for the season, someone sophisticated, someone who would curl up and fall away easily when the leaves began to turn in the autumn....

“There is love, which is neither personal nor impersonal; and there is sex, which is either personal or impersonal. We understand our bodies, we learn how to let go, we strive for pleasure, and learn how to give‑to‑get.” A young man let loose in the human potential movement travels...

“They had their words and their deeds; and the relationship between the two functions of their being formed the pattern of the lives. They sought the eternal through the passage of time, and searched for love in the rubric of sex. They huddled beneath their private solutions to the vast problems...

“She had turned twenty‑nine that week before, and on midnight of the day itself had burst into tears because Martin had not called. She knew he wouldn’t and really didn’t want him to, but part of her still clung to certain primitive sentiments, or what used to be called girlish ways. Now she...