"Forbidden Erotica: The Rotenberg Collection" is the ideal gift for both the porn fiend and the bibliophile. The black-and-white pictures -- gelatin silver prints, albumen prints, postcards, lithographs and sepia-tone photographs -- date from the 1870s to the 1940s, and are as lewd as anything being done today. Though homosexual images are relatively infrequent, the pictures are without exception produced by men, for men: French maid outfits, an abundance of fellatio, water sports, lots of boots and knee-high stockings -- with everyone in the most acrobatic of positions. In one series of pictures, a man places his cock on a dinner plate full of potatoes and other vegetables, while his female companion, wielding a large steak knife, threatens to eat his member like a sausage. In another, a woman putts a golf ball that is resting on a man's penis. The pictures come from the archives of Mark Rotenberg, who started his collection when he found a dumpster full of a dead neighbor's girlie magazines. The book is thrilling, weird and full of homely and beautiful bodies alike.

The hunky boys of the big and little screens -- both timeless legends and pinups destined for obscurity -- are the subject of the most unabashed and campy photo book of the season: "Shirtless: The Hollywood Male Physique." Rock Hudson in the bathtub, Ryan O'Neal eating Kentucky Fried Chicken in a bathing suit, Rudolph Valentino on the beach (he has an enormous package). What's especially great about "Shirtless" in comparison with photo books largely populated by models is that we already have relationships with these men; we've seen them in countless movie and TV roles, and now we get to see them nearly naked. There's the thrill of watching the iconic get undressed, plus a nostalgic and comical element: Marlon Brando, John Travolta and Matt Dillon look amazing, but we all know they've gone to seed. Some of these guys are hairy, normal-looking or soft around the middle (Ronald Reagan, Chuck Norris and Erik Estrada, especially), while others are surprisingly built (like Michael Landon, Christian Bale and Steve Guttenberg). "Today, in a time when perfect male bodies are almost commonplace," writes the author, "I felt it was important to focus on the men who paved the way for this bounty." The boy-crazy teenagers and the gay cinemagoers on your list will love this book. And before you wrap it, you can get a glimpse up Jude Law's shorts.

In "Body Knots" Howard Schatz, who claims on the jacket copy to be the "world's preeminent photographer of the human body," does for the human form what "Play With Your Food" did for the potato. Photographs of nude dancers twisted into complicated corporeal tangles, then colored and otherwise altered with computer technology, make the human body seem more like a bulbous fruit than a sexual object. Yet the book is oddly sexy, partly because of the anonymity of the models (their faces don't show), and partly because their naked bodies are bonded in orgiastic poses. Bottoms swell like luscious pears, hands look like spiny leaves, spines arc like the curve of a banana. This is erotica for graphic designers, Silicon Valley millionaires and fruit lovers of all persuasions. "Nude Body Nude," another collection by Schatz, isn't worth its $75 price tag. Glamorous, perfectly formed and well-oiled bodies in provocative (but not sexually explicit) poses make the nude seem like a dead art form: The book is a collection of sleek studio shots, nothing more.

"Picturing the Modern Amazon" is designed to accompany a museum exhibition of the same title that was at New York's New Museum of Contemporary Art last year. It is the most scholarly title on this list, but it provides naked, hypermuscular photographs and drawings that (although clearly intended to edify young girls and feminist theorists) will arouse people who like being engulfed and overpowered by enormous women -- and titillate nearly everyone else. The pictures range from historical photographs of circus strongwomen to portraits of scantily clad bodybuilders by artists like Andres Serrano (Yolanda Hughes in black-leather bondage wear); Walter Gutman (Claudia Wilbourn, one of the few builders without obvious breast implants, flexing in the nude) and Renée Cox (Heather Foster, toting a gun and wearing thigh-high boots). Even better is the comic-book art: Wonder Woman with her golden lasso and various superheroines from more outré publications, such as an image from "Atomic Age Amazon" that features a gigantic woman named Jodi shooting bullets out of her phenomenally large breasts.

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