Books like Studies in Lechery — picked by fans

A painful truth about the times we live in is that people often throw judgement when they hear about something terrible: Why didn’t they do something? How could they let that happen? My suspicion is that people judge because they cannot fathom—or bear to fathom—that such tragedy occurs. Others of us know it does.

In this story, Kate Elizabeth Russell profoundly illustrates how a perfect storm of people not-doing-their-best can guide an innocent and well-meaning person right into the arms of a monster. And how those events haunt her until she’s able to face the truth of what happened.

Most importantly, we see how that same person, with the help of honorable people, puts one foot in front of the other and walks herself back out to wholeness.

Freitas wrote one of the first memoirs documenting gender-based violence in higher education. One of only three I've found.

Reading how she tried to avoid the problem for so long to protect her career resonated deeply with me. The stalking and triangulation she described felt all too familiar.

I went through my own version of this, and the subsequent university failures and career derailment she recounts. All of this hinges on the troubling power dynamics embedded in academia's gatekeeping and letter-of-recommendation system, where a predator's endorsement can make or break a career.

What I found most shocking about this book is that it is still relevant.

Published in 1984 with a revised edition in 1990, Dziech and Weiner dissect the "lecherous professor" archetype and the problem of sexual harassment on campus from every angle, without pulling punches. They include real cases, quotes, and statistics, as well as warning signs and guides for students, parents, and administrators.

Reading the how and why of the way predators operate, victims respond, and universities enable the crisis let me know I was not alone! This has been known for decades, and here I was thinking I was the only one. Not anymore.

Sara Ahmed publicly resigned from her professorship at Goldsmiths in 2016 as a direct protest against the institution's failure to address sexual harassment.

This book was an outgrowth of all the letters she received from other victims, sharing how their universities also failed them during their complaints. Ahmed exposes the commonalities among the letters, unveiling how universities weaponize "shadow policies" to bury complaints and complainants' careers.

This book became my bible when I filed my first formal complaint and began experiencing the same systemic cover-up and retaliation she documents. Seeing every university trick in her book play out in real time in my case, at the very least, empowered me with a sense of solidarity.

I recommend this book because it places emphasis on women knowing their self-worth. This book also speaks about loving deeply and not having that love given back in return. I could identify with being in relationships that have made me feel unloved and unworthy. I could also identify with having that eye-opening moment when you come to the realization that you are this beautiful, gifted, wonderful human being worthy of having a person in your life who recognizes and truly appreciates you for all that you embody. The takeaway from this book I gained is to never love anyone more than you love yourself.

Evan Stark’s book introduced me to the concept of ‘coercive control’.

It is a continued and malevolent pattern of domination and entrapment that makes family violence a human rights crime. He also noted that the perpetrator, often a man, uses gendered stereotypes to control the woman, to convince her that it is she who is at fault.

Evan Stark’s insights helped me connect the gendered cultural practices of money with family violence. When these cultural ways of dealing with money were used for entrapment and abuse, money as a medium of care became a medium of coercive control.

Samina is a rebel living in a traditional Pakistani community. I loved the tension between the expectations of her extended family set against her intellect and ambition. I found the quiet, subtle support of her mother really appealing, too.

It is a story steeped in drama and tragedy as well as triumph of the spirit. It opened my eyes, made me smile and made me weep. I thoroughly recommend this book for those readers who want quiet voices to be heard. 

I’ve read several of Christina Henry’s books. I enjoyed them all, but this one is my absolute favorite. Mattie lives in the mountains with her abusive husband, and she has no memory beyond the last few years, and she lives in fear of her husband’s wrath. An unknown, large creature appears and makes things more complicated. Mattie has to escape her husband and a monster in the woods and try to remember her past. This novel is one of the best horror stories I’ve ever read. It’s suspenseful and you never know what will happen next. One of my favorite things about this novel is, despite the supernatural creature, it’s not over-the-top and everything feels real including the actions and choices of the characters. This is definitely a must-read.

The Son of the House is modern, original, page-turning, powerful, and beautifully written. I was curious about the seeming contradiction between Onyemelukwe-Onuobia’s title, and the novel’s subject, two women who have been kidnapped in Enugu, Nigeria. Of course, I soon learn there is no contradiction. The lives of both Nwabulu and Julie are impacted by the value once placed upon the son of the house. The novel makes clear that these traditions are changing fast, even as the characters grapple with the reverberations. The novel introduces us to fascinating women who I have thought about long after I finished reading it. 

This book delivers truly striking insight into the nature of fear, the cost of survival, and cycles of violence. Dawson’s writing shines here, grounded and visceral, and deeply honest. Between the propulsive and tense plot, the exquisitely rendered characters, and the unflinching examination of the world we live in, this one kept me up late and woke me up early.