Why we need smutty novels
Unlike, seemingly every other journalist, I have never been wined, dined, charmed, sued or threatened by Jeffrey Archer, the energetic athlete, teacher, MP, novelist, peer, fundraiser, fantasist and jailbird who died last week. But Archer, in some ways, played an even more outsized role in my life. In 1991, aged 11, I picked up A Twist in the Tale, an entertaining collection of his short stories. And there, in ‘Check Mate’, I encountered sex – or at least the suggestion of sex – for the first time in any medium. There was a strange wholesomeness to literary sex education By today’s standards, the scene was relatively innocent. The captain of a local chess club finds himself captivated by a beautiful young woman at a tournament. He invites her home for more games of chess.