But when the question is asked by the novelist Jean M Auel, it reflects an obsessive quest for knowledge that has lasted 35 years. Her answer, to this and many other prehistoric quizzes, can be found in Auel's blockbusting Earth's Children series about a young girl, Ayla, growing up 18, years ago. The sixth and final part, The Land of Painted Caves, will only increase Auel's already astonishing 45 million sales. We talk at her London hotel. The good news is that the year-old resident of Portland, Oregon is alive and well. Auel's continued existence has occasionally been the topic of debate: her last novel, The Shelters of Stone, was released amid rumours of her recent or imminent demise.
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Random Play: "The Clan of the Cave Bear"
This was before the internet. Before sexting. Many of our mothers had one lying around. Clan tells the story of Ayla, a beautiful blond Homo sapiens child who, after being orphaned by an earthquake, is raised by a clan of Neanderthals. Although blessed with some language and primitive medicine, the clan in which Ayla finds herself does not know etiquette as we define it today: among other caste and gender customs, they initiate sex via hand signal. The historical fiction genre has never really seen another blockbuster like Clan.
Why Is Neanderthal Erotica So Hot?
H e reached for her hungrily, kissing her mouth and her neck and then her body with starved ardour. She was equally hungry, equally ardent, and reached for his body in almost desperate need. He kissed her again, slowly, felt the inside of her mouth with his tongue, then her neck, and reached for her breast with his hand then took the nipple into his mouth. She felt delicious jolts of pleasure race through her. It had been a long time since they had taken time to explore the Mother's Gift of Pleasure.
I was twelve when I discovered Jean M. She was a reader of legal dramas, so most of her books were black and austere, with gavels or bloody fingerprints on the cover. It was a thrill to find something that featured a living woman: a statuesque blonde gripping a spear and gazing off into some mythic distance. Like a lot of girls, I was drawn to pretty, dreamy things.