🌶 THE MALE CHAUVINIST: An Erotic Autobiography 🌶

This book is for adult audiences only as it contains sexually explicit scenes, offensive and sexist language which may be considered disturbing and discriminatory of race, gender, sexual orientation and religious faiths. As far as I’m concerned, I’m against any discrimination, but when it comes to stories and fictional characters, I don’t allow any restriction and I totally reject the arrogance of political correctness that today claims to impose thematic and linguistic borders. As Jonathan Franzen puts it, “making literature is not about writing nice things”.
Pier Francesco Grasselli (The Male Chauvinist, Initial warning)

Francesco is a forty-year-old bachelor, unscrupulous and a womanizer. For him, women are just a pastime, but never tell him he’s a misogynist: he adores women to madness, even if they “get hung up on nonsense.”
This is one of the latest Pier Francesco Grasselli’s novels. Unapologetically bold, currently published in Italy by Mursia Editore, the novel has sparked a critical debate due to its audacious content, pushing back against the oppressive forces of political correctness and cancel culture in today’s literature.

Here are an excerpts from the novel’s text:

And now a warning: this is a story for men. If you are an overzealous feminist or an LGBT activist, if the “Weinstein affair” deeply outraged you, do me (and yourself) a favor: close this book and put it back on the nearest shelf. I tell you this with all my heart: it’s not for you, and reading it will only upset you.
Just as I am refining these lines, I learn that the singer Blanco has been “groped by a female fan during a concert” and that a bunch of brainless people on Twitter have accused the poor girl of “harassing the singer,” if not outright “sexual assault.” This episode is indicative and cannot but outrage and amaze us, solid heterosexuals of Generation X, raised with the myth of Jim Morrison flashing his dick at Doors concerts, about how soft and feminized today’s youth have become.
Well, this is a book where men are men and women are women. It might not even be a proper book, just pure ballsiness. A spit in the face of art, good taste, and decency. A regurgitation of the most vulgar machismo. A kick in the ass to political correctness, tolerance, and mutual respect. A gauntlet thrown at the hypocritical dictatorship of niceness and the unbearable bon ton that you find in today’s bloodless books. So, let’s just clear the air right now to avoid complaints later. Let’s move on.