Prayer-Cushions of the Flesh

‘The Imperial Harem in Istanbul is the setting for this absorbing tale of deception, temptation and greed.’

Steve Baker in The Express Magazine

‘Irwin returns to the perfumed exoticism of The Arabian Nightmare with this lush and stylish erotic novella, set in an oriental harem where princes are caged until being killed or crowned. Orkhan enjoys the latter fate, and emerges to discover the perversions of the harem, the sensual divinations of the phalomancer, and the “Tavern of the Perfume-Makers”. Minority tastes are catered for by some obliging crocodiles.’

Andrew Crumey in Scotland on Sunday

‘One man and a group of women named after prescription drugs run round a garden having sex. At one stage, somebody shags an alligator. Make of that what you will. Random quote: “I know now that the prick of the fairy lusts led them to the cucumber.” Smart.’

Michael Holden in Loaded Magazine

‘Robert Irwin is one of the British novelists I most admire — too clever and far too free of the usual English novelist clichés to have much hope of appearing on a current Booker shortlist.’

Hugh Macpherson in The Scotsman

‘Prayer-Cushions of the Flesh is one of the pinnacles of the genre.’

The Erotic Review

‘Irwin is an expert on the Arabian text The Thousand and One Nights. This explores the sensuous world imagined by street story-tellers except that here we are told tales which, because of a proliferation of perverse sexuality, could never be told in the format they initiate. This makes the pastiche more powerful rather than less. Fairies and crocodiles turn out to have their sexual uses, and a prince finds himself victimised by the women he regards as his property.’

The Good Book Guide

‘…highly satisfactory, and entirely in the spirit of the 1001 Nights.’

Chris Gilmore in Interzone

‘One thing you must never do in the harem is to let the Viper drink at the Tavern of the Perfume-Makers. This and other secrets of the forbidden territory are made known in Prayer-Cushions of the Flesh. Irwin’s virginal hero, Prince Orkhan, escapes from The Cage, in which the sons of the sultan are imprisoned, emerges into the harem and the foolish boy wastes no time in letting the Viper lose. Elaborate erotic sequences follows, but the book, like the stories of Scheherazade, defies simple categorisation. It’s a parable about the nature of desire and satisfaction, with an inner life as resistant to easy impositions of ulterior meaning as any story in The Arabian Nights.’

Jane Jakeman in The Independent

‘…for a short novel Prayer-Cushions of the Flesh has a substantial wealth of comic and ironic invention, which lends such a steamy and decadent texture to the claustrophobic setting that it takes on the aspect of those folktales you were never allowed to read as a kid, or of those Richard Burton translations you could never find at your local library — or perhaps a polymorphous perverse Gormenghast as reimagined by Henry Miller. Whatever, it’s a small but unique delight.’

Gary K. Wolfe in Locus

‘Can you name three good works of erotic literature in the last five years?’ John Sutherland. ‘… if we’re talking about books that contain passage of good sex writing then:… Prayer-Cushions of the Flesh — good on sex with crocodiles, panthers and dwarfs.’

Rowan Pelling in The Guardian’s Erotic Debate