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I am very much the sort of aggressively-obsessed-with-vaginas type who is drawn immediately to books like Elizabeth Hall’s “I Have Devoted My Life to the Clitoris”—but that doesn’t mean that you have to be someone with a deep love for clits to really, truly need to read this book. Because, I promise, you need to read this book.
Reminiscent it its intelligent narrative of Maggie Nelson’s much lauded “The Argonauts,” Hall’s “I Have Devoted My Life to the Clitoris” is a text for everyone who has ever questioned what it is to seek without being able to stop. Reading the book feels like coming: you have to keep going, because if you don’t you’ll never reach a conclusion, will never really understand what is happening, will never really be able to put a word to the feeling, to the takeover, to the need. I lovingly, hopefully, imagine the research felt the same way.