Published in 1902 when the author was not yet twenty years old, Mary MacLane's searingly frank memoir is so far ahead of its time that it may shock even current-day readers. Indeed, the original title I Await the Devil's Coming (referring to MacLane's oft-expressed infatuation with Satan himself) was deemed too racy, and subsequent editions were published under the considerably tamer title The Story of Mary MacLane. No matter what you call it, it's a compelling, indelible read that will stick with you long after you've read the last sentence.
Published in 1902 when the author was not yet twenty years old, Mary MacLane's searingly frank memoir is so far ahead of its time that it may shock even current-day readers. Indeed, the original title I Await the Devil's Coming (referring to MacLane's oft-expressed infatuation with Satan himself) was deemed too racy, and subsequent editions were published under the considerably tamer title The Story of Mary MacLane. No matter what you call it, it's a compelling, indelible read that will stick with you long after you've read the last sentence.