There is no counting of the ways nor adherence to the rules; once the act of love begins (p. 58)
Plot: A guide to love-making, seduction and sex. Instantly recognised by its title alone. My copy was a Penguin Classic, translated by A. N. D. Haksar, ISBN 9781846141096.
My thoughts: Assumed to be only about various positions during sexual intercourse, but claimed to be a lifestyle guide as well by literary critics. Well, yes, it is a lifestyle guide if your lifestyle consists mostly of sex and seduction. The other goals of life (Dharma, or Virtue, and Artha, or Wealth) are not dealt with in detail, as there were other texts on these subjects. Kama, or Pleasure is anything which is enjoyed by the senses, but in the Kama Sutra, that is only covered by sexual pleasure.
The prose paragraphs are usually a listing of possibilities (when, where, what) but not particularly instructive on the actual hows. Illustrations would have been helpful, and there are plenty of illustrated guides on the market (including a pop-up version) but I doubt if these are complete in all the other chapters of advice.
The prose text is followed by verses which may limit or caution the possible to only the recommended or socially acceptable choices.
In addition to describing variations on the act itself, there is also lists of ways to bite, scratch, hit and moan, and various regional preferences for all the above throughout Indian states. Surprisingly, oral sex is not particularly encouraged.
There is advice to both men and women in expressing interest and seduction, but also guidance to women on being an only wife, a co-wife or courtesan. Arranged marriages are mentioned but there is also advice on acquiring the partner one is attracted to.
Seducing other men’s wives and getting access to harems is also covered
The text ends with various magic potions and tricks to make yourself attractive to your chosen lover, bewitching them, reviving spent passions, and increasing one’s virility or penis size. Personally I doubt wearing a hyena’s or peacock’s eye in a gold locket around my wrist will make me significantly more attractive. And as for rubbing insect bristles along … well, no.
And apparently, kings had a minister whose title was Master of the Roster, to advise him which wife in the harem he was due to sleep with each night. So difficult to keep these details in an orderly fashion otherwise.
“Cries like those of doves, cuckoos, green pigeons, parrots, bees, moorhens, geese, ducks and quails are important options for use in moaning” (page 56)
“The only wife has deep confidence in her husband and conforms to him as if he were a god” (page 101)
Personal rating: Despite such sage advice as the quotes above, as a literary experience I can only muster up a 4/10.
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