I don’t want to go on a tirade against “50 Shades of Grey”—really, I don’t. I’d rather completely overlook its existence. I tried to ignore the books when virtually every woman on mass transit except myself was reading them. I tried to ignore the rumors about film versions. But this phenomenon just WOULD NOT GO AWAY, even in New York, where I somehow thought that readers and moviegoers were more sophisticated…

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