George Goggins, opens a clinic with his girlfriend to teach patients advanced sexual techniques. Hollywood seems not to have been interested in the story. Comfort was brilliant and multitalented, but there was a certain pat, self-satisfied idealism to much of his nonscientific work. Comfort had a tendency to focus single-mindedly on a given notion or project at the expense of any kind of balance: while he was a student at Highgate School, in London, he became convinced that he could concoct a superior version of gunpowder. He blew off much of his left hand. By the time he was finished with his experiments, his thumb was the only remaining digit. Comfort turned his attention to sexual liberation with a similar zeal. But it was also probably a subterfuge, to protect the feelings of his wife of thirty years, Ruth Harris.
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The Joy of Sex. Alex Comfort. The ultimate guide to lovemaking The uninhibited bestseller that has sold more than 8 million copies since its first publication in is now updated and revised for a new generation. As captivating and provocative as ever, and filled with illustrations, The Joy of Sex sparks the imagination with its playful, erotic, and exhilarating presentation. But most of all, it is the no-nonsense yet fun approach of Dr. Alex Comfort that speaks to anyone seeking to achieve greater sexual satisfaction -- as he contends with every aspect of our sexual territory, including today's most vital issues: AIDS and other venereal diseases, the practice of responsible sex, birth control, Viagra, menopause, and more. Candid, inviting, and informative, this is the classic guide that's never gone out of style, as decades of readers discover that nothing compares to the joy of sex. Alex Comfort , one of the world's leading experts in the field of human sexuality and one of the most versatile authors of the 20th century, was, essentially, the inventor of the modern sex manual. Though best known for The Joy of Sex series, he was also a novelist, poet, and social commentator who authored more than fifty books.
Published in , when sex was still supposed to take place in the dark and under the sheets, the book thrust itself into public consciousness with all the subtlety of a gigolo at a convention of bishops. It was also stunningly popular, a well-thumbed fixture of bedside tables across America that spent weeks on the New York Times best-seller list. The book has undergone various tweaks and expansions over the years, and six years ago the Hairy Man and his somewhat less hairy female partner were relegated to wherever old hippies go to retire. But now comes a completely revised version of the book, written, for the first time, for women as much as for men.
W hen he went, there were sniggers. I heard them on the radio, at the reading out of a newspaper cutting: "Dr Alex Comfort, author of The Joy of Sex , has died — after a series of strokes. In his last years in the nursing home before his death in , Alex Comfort would ask interviewers to consider the enormous parade of books on his shelf : Authority and Delinquency ; Art and Social Responsibility ; Writings Against Power and Death ; six novels and a handful of plays; volumes of poetry and travel writing; studies of political corruption, medical ethics, eastern philosophy; works on gerontology, on human evolution, on anarchism: a whole colony of Pelicans. Comfort once contended that bloody-mindedness was the greatest human virtue. It was certainly the virtue by which he lived, and the reason he was able to pursue his parallel careers in literature and medicine. In he blew the fingers off his left hand while making fireworks to celebrate the Silver Jubilee of George V. In the preface he wrote: "I do not believe the fable that men read travel books to escape from reality: they read to escape into it, from a crazy wonderland of armaments, cant, political speeches at once insincere and illiterate, propaganda, and social injustice which the lunacy of humanity has constructed over a period of years. For the last few months, in preparation for a radio documentary, I've been talking to Comfort's friends and relations and reading through the immense body of work that now lies in the shadow of The Joy of Sex — the poetry that ensured he was spoken of in the same breath as Auden and Spender; the drama about the mine-workers forced to dig a toxic element that irradiates their bones and turns them into vengeful monsters; the pamphlets arguing that peace in the atomic age can only be secured through public disobedience.