Jacovitti
Kamasultra

“This is not a book you can read with one hand. You need two. One of his and one of hers.” M. Marchesi/Jacovitti

Returning in a hardcover edition (thanks to Stampa Alternativa) in color is the legendary "KamasuLtra" by Jacovitti and Marchesi, which at the time of its release scandalized and outraged the righteous and bourgeois Catholic world of the late '70s and forced the artist to end his valuable collaboration with the legendary "DiaroVitt."
The sunny, roaring, mad, and playful bawdy eroticism of Jac-fishbone (for the unusual way he loved to sign his works) today does not scandalize anyone anymore, and the naive and uproarious erotic poses of his funny little characters are endearing for the innocence with which sex scenes are depicted at the edge of the surreal and grotesque.

And so, in random order, dwarfs with double penises, Junoesque women with balloon-like breasts, hairy mountaineers with flesh sticks, improbable couples engaged in sadomasochistic games taken to the extreme, erotomanic cupids, blind doctors castrating sexes, old and new myths engaging in improbable circus erotic positions (from Tarzan to Zorro, from Dante to Adam & Eve).
This is not the transposition of the sacred Indian text (you've guessed it by now) but you laugh with Jac until you burst. And you're astounded by the acrobatic spirit of the artist where fantasy (and truly limitless stroke) triumphs and involves everything, sparing nothing.

It's really joyful sex that Jacovitti proposes, lively, energetic, filled with amusing penises and impossible vaginas that suddenly come alive and play in a surreal way with heads, hair, breasts, buttocks, feet, and a thousand other body parts, in a sort of fragmented mosaic, a human Rubik's cube where EVERYTHING "becomes sexualized” and all kinds of couplings "here" become possible.

And for a moment, you think about how beautiful sex (today) would be if lived “Jacovitti style” instead of this sad, morbid, and humiliating pornography, made of dominators and whores, inconceivable perversions and sadism, more of darkness and guilt than acts of healthy sharing. A sex more of darkness than of Light.

But above all, sex without Joy and without any longer a sense of a "feast of the senses," which every "well-made" relationship should bring with it.

So, welcome Jacovitti with his puns and his absurd little theaters to remind us that Sex can also be "something else."