the Erotic minister
Eros Grau is a lawyer, appointed by the President to the Supreme Court in 2004. He’s also a professor at the University of Sao Paulo and wrote some books on law interpretation and the Constitution. And this week, he became a mocking target for many people in Brasilia due to his first fiction novel (the title can be translated as either “Triangle at the Point” or “Triangle Well Done”, as in a well done beef), which contains some rather (porno)graphic passages.
First it was Monica Bergamo, a columnist at Folha de S. Paulo, who published a couple of highlits from the Minister’s book:
They both entered the house in search of something. Xavier hugged her, joined his body with hers and she felt his taut penis. Took it out and asked her to grab it. It didn’t take more than two or three seconds, grabbed and released, as if touching a red-hot iron - it was, in fact, a red-hot iron. A friend, coming back from her honeymoon, told her that, when it got inside, it was as if that went, through her, ’till her throat.
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He told that, when entering the sauna, the day before, she was there, naked, as if waiting for him. “A little hooker”, he said again, “a little hooker with small breasts like a partridge”.
Brazil’s most widely read and influential political blogger, journalist Ricardo Noblat, didn’t pass the chance to make fun of the book. First, during a dinner party at senator José Sarney’s house, he asked him if he’d read the book. The senator, who’s 77 years old, jokingly said he wasn’t of enough age.
Noblat then bought the book, and published some more passages from it at his blog:
[Vânia] had a suction valve for her sex and released loud vaginal farts post coitum. (…) She asked me, while we made love, to make up stories about she being taken by more than one man, concomitantly, two or three ocuppying all her cracks… (pag. 25)
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Opens the fridge to serve her a glass of water and makes a bold comment about a piece of butter, which he takes in one of his hands, and about Marlon Brando and Maria Schneider’s movie; Beth transpires. She is taken by excitement, nipples swollen; the mouth agape. There’s an almost imperceptible muscle movement at the nostrils. Costa comes closer, feels the female’s breathing, she tries to escape, reacts - “this is not right” -, she says, but gives in at the first kiss. Frees herself from her skirt and panties. Costa explores the territory, inspects her pubic hairs, the honey pot, caresses her strait buttocks, moves them apart, experiments with a buttered finger. They do it on the living room, Beth reclined, as if riding on the sofa’s arm, horizontal, permissive. (pag. 94)
The cherry on top came with this post showing “all the imponence and voluptuosity” of the one and only “small breast of a partridge”. It’s things like these that make it hard to disagree with Charles de Gaulle’s assessment that “Brazil’s not a serious country“.
