Yes. I only scanned the book and haven’t seen the movie. It seems to be what I would call soccermom-fantasy-softporn. I guess it’s for people who haven’t the imagination to go much further than vanilla sex and 50 shades represents some kind of trek into dangerouos, highly stimulating territory. But it sold like wildfire and got three movie deals right off the bat. The author hit a niche that most publishers didn’t know was there. More power to her.
What I find strange, in a way, is that I always expected that when this wall finally broke, the fantasy would be the woman as a the contolling top, with a private stable of male and female subs, in this day of third-wave feminism—not the woman as the sub. But I guess we often fantasize about the things that are opposite of our true wishes. I dunno. Like the senator or corporate CEO who pays a woman to spank him and deny him sex while he is in diapers. Jesus. If I could figure out what people really wanted, I’d be very rich. But people are the most baffling creatures on earth to me.