Miss Virginia Mendes stumbles from the bourgeois bliss of her brittle marriage into the world of virtual romance, convinced that He must be out there, somewhere... A woman who learns to know her mind and sheds her qualms about giving the world a piece of it. Of her sensuality, her philosophy, her triumphs and her pitfalls... all the Woman she is. A voracious depiction of liberty, goaded by a click of the mouse; at times a war cry, at times a wry embrace of the female quotidian. Magnificently compelling, the irresistible power of Simon's writing opens the door to our better Self.

In The Red Room the reader may recline with this sumptuous collection of unabashed polished poetry and prose in which are explored both the vivid and the more subdued contours of the female sensual landscape. The wife, the mother, the mistress, the daughter. Every generation of woman has her say. Every mode of physical expression granted. The passion. The patience. The fear. And the hatred... Voicing those questions, those desires which convention has tamed out of the 'good' female, Joan Barbara Simon and her chorus of eloquent, critical protagonists dare to sidestep propriety in their search...