--- product_id: 178390774 title: "Vox" price: "Rp38224" currency: IDR in_stock: false reviews_count: 13 url: https://www.desertcart.id/products/178390774-vox store_origin: ID region: Indonesia --- # Vox **Price:** Rp38224 **Availability:** ❌ Out of Stock ## Quick Answers - **What is this?** Vox - **How much does it cost?** Rp38224 with free shipping - **Is it available?** Currently out of stock - **Where can I buy it?** [www.desertcart.id](https://www.desertcart.id/products/178390774-vox) ## Best For - Customers looking for quality international products ## Why This Product - Free international shipping included - Worldwide delivery with tracking - 15-day hassle-free returns ## Description Vox is a novel that remaps the territory of sex – sex solitary and telephonic, lyrical and profane, comfortable and dangerous. It is an erotic classic that places Nicholson Baker firmly in the first rank of major American writers. “Imagine Chagall being commissioned to do the drawing for The Joy of Sex , and you’ll have some notion of the topsy-turvy, concupiscent free-for-all that Vox conjures up… The book achieves a giddy buoyancy that you don’t often find in American fiction.” – Michael Upchurch, San Francisco Chronicle “Explicit, often funny, and above all erotic…Baker specializes in the risky and playful.” – Cyra McFadden, Los Angeles Times “This is Ravel’s ‘Bolero’ played out on the page…The conversation gets sexier and sexier and…well, I’m too wrung out to go on.” – Louise Bernikow, Cosmopolitan Review: Wetter than Whitewater - If you've read the Starr Report, the voluminous document which recounts, along with his other alleged misdeeds, President Bill Clinton's affair with White House intern Monica Lewinsky, then you probably have heard of "Vox." Mr. Starr summarily refers to it as "a novel about phone sex by Nicholson Baker that, according to Ms. Lewinsky, she gave the President in March 1997." (Clinton, treating Lewinsky as he would a visiting head of state, gave her a special edition of Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass." In a thank you note to "Mr. P.," Lewinsky writes, "Whitman is so rich that one must read him like one tastes a fine wine or good cigar - take it in, roll it in your mouth, and savor it!") Flouting the subpoenas of two grand juries, Clinton failed to produce his copy of "Vox," although the Report cites it in a list of books in his private study. Could it be that the book was just so dear to him that he couldn't bear to part with it? Clinton was a Rhode's scholar, after all, and "Vox" is something of a classic (although, as a classic of the erotica subgenre, it has enticements and charms other than its literary merit). As for Ms. Lewinsky, she proves as lubricious yet literate in her choice of presents as she does in her assessment of Whitman. "Lubricious yet literate" might aptly apply to "Vox," as well, but before conflating the giver and gift, read this novel, savor it, and enjoy its sex, guilt-free. When a writer, particularly a male one, writes about sex, he runs at least two risks: 1) Should he write the scene ham-handedly he may remind his reader of a little boy grinding together the erogenous zones of his sister's Barbie dolls, or 2) should he write the scene perhaps too vividly he may turn the reader off with an impression of shady, prurient voyeurism. Mr. Baker adroitly avoids both pitfalls by strictly limiting the narrator's intrusion to the reportage of dialogue between two paying customers on a phone-sex hotline. ("`What are you wearing?' he asked. She said, `I'm wearing a white shirt with little stars, green and black stars, on it, and pants, and socks the color of the green stars, and a pair of black sneakers I got for nine dollars.'") Since we are prying with our ears and not our eyes, we learn no more about them (and what they are doing) than they consent to share with each other. That is not to say that they don't share quite a bit. They do, everything from their pet names for the opposite sex's anatomy (Jim calls breasts "frans.") and the random mental images that crop up when they come (such as, in Abby's case, the great seal of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts) to their most vivid fantasies and experiences. While even a modern erotica urtext like Pauline Réage's "The Story of O" can be boring, "Vox" never is, probably because its protagonists are subtly yet strongly drawn, and the stories that they tell are quirkily playful, dramatically taut and deliciously sexy. Above all else, Jim and Abby are so inherently likable that I exalted in their good fortune and practically rooted them on towards orgasm: "This is a miracle," he said. "It's just a telephone conversation." "It's a telephone conversation I want to have. I love the telephone." If I were a love-doctor, I would recommend that you take a cue from Bill and Monica, read "Vox," and learn to love the telephone, too. [...] Review: A book with a “history “. - Interesting. Both as a story and with a “background “. ## Technical Specifications | Specification | Value | |---------------|-------| | Best Sellers Rank | #21,939 in Literary Fiction (Books) #33,908 in Erotic Literature & Fiction | | Customer Reviews | 3.7 out of 5 stars 218 Reviews | ## Images ![Vox - Image 1](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/61LJi21fy1L.jpg) ## Customer Reviews ### ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Wetter than Whitewater *by A***T on July 2, 2010* If you've read the Starr Report, the voluminous document which recounts, along with his other alleged misdeeds, President Bill Clinton's affair with White House intern Monica Lewinsky, then you probably have heard of "Vox." Mr. Starr summarily refers to it as "a novel about phone sex by Nicholson Baker that, according to Ms. Lewinsky, she gave the President in March 1997." (Clinton, treating Lewinsky as he would a visiting head of state, gave her a special edition of Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass." In a thank you note to "Mr. P.," Lewinsky writes, "Whitman is so rich that one must read him like one tastes a fine wine or good cigar - take it in, roll it in your mouth, and savor it!") Flouting the subpoenas of two grand juries, Clinton failed to produce his copy of "Vox," although the Report cites it in a list of books in his private study. Could it be that the book was just so dear to him that he couldn't bear to part with it? Clinton was a Rhode's scholar, after all, and "Vox" is something of a classic (although, as a classic of the erotica subgenre, it has enticements and charms other than its literary merit). As for Ms. Lewinsky, she proves as lubricious yet literate in her choice of presents as she does in her assessment of Whitman. "Lubricious yet literate" might aptly apply to "Vox," as well, but before conflating the giver and gift, read this novel, savor it, and enjoy its sex, guilt-free. When a writer, particularly a male one, writes about sex, he runs at least two risks: 1) Should he write the scene ham-handedly he may remind his reader of a little boy grinding together the erogenous zones of his sister's Barbie dolls, or 2) should he write the scene perhaps too vividly he may turn the reader off with an impression of shady, prurient voyeurism. Mr. Baker adroitly avoids both pitfalls by strictly limiting the narrator's intrusion to the reportage of dialogue between two paying customers on a phone-sex hotline. ("`What are you wearing?' he asked. She said, `I'm wearing a white shirt with little stars, green and black stars, on it, and pants, and socks the color of the green stars, and a pair of black sneakers I got for nine dollars.'") Since we are prying with our ears and not our eyes, we learn no more about them (and what they are doing) than they consent to share with each other. That is not to say that they don't share quite a bit. They do, everything from their pet names for the opposite sex's anatomy (Jim calls breasts "frans.") and the random mental images that crop up when they come (such as, in Abby's case, the great seal of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts) to their most vivid fantasies and experiences. While even a modern erotica urtext like Pauline Réage's "The Story of O" can be boring, "Vox" never is, probably because its protagonists are subtly yet strongly drawn, and the stories that they tell are quirkily playful, dramatically taut and deliciously sexy. Above all else, Jim and Abby are so inherently likable that I exalted in their good fortune and practically rooted them on towards orgasm: "This is a miracle," he said. "It's just a telephone conversation." "It's a telephone conversation I want to have. I love the telephone." If I were a love-doctor, I would recommend that you take a cue from Bill and Monica, read "Vox," and learn to love the telephone, too. [...] ### ⭐⭐⭐⭐ A book with a “history “. *by K***C on September 3, 2021* Interesting. Both as a story and with a “background “. ### ⭐⭐⭐ Barely Remember *by O***N on July 2, 2011* I think it's a comment on Vox, and not on me, that I read this a year ago and barely (no pun intended) remember anything about it. Some novels I can remember very vividly ten or twenty years later. Others are gone in a year. Or less. In this novel, there is nothing but talk . . . talk . . . talk ad infinitum. It doesn't matter that the talk is about sex fantasies: this turns out to be unsexy. And unmemorable. I give this three stars rather than two because I feel the author is a good writer and did his best to make this book come alive . . . but a book about talking is, I think, doomed from the start. --- ## Why Shop on Desertcart? - 🛒 **Trusted by 1.3+ Million Shoppers** — Serving international shoppers since 2016 - 🌍 **Shop Globally** — Access 737+ million products across 21 categories - 💰 **No Hidden Fees** — All customs, duties, and taxes included in the price - 🔄 **15-Day Free Returns** — Hassle-free returns (30 days for PRO members) - 🔒 **Secure Payments** — Trusted payment options with buyer protection - ⭐ **TrustPilot Rated 4.5/5** — Based on 8,000+ happy customer reviews **Shop now:** [https://www.desertcart.id/products/178390774-vox](https://www.desertcart.id/products/178390774-vox) --- *Product available on Desertcart Indonesia* *Store origin: ID* *Last updated: 2026-05-12*