Chris reviewed #thighgap by Chandler Morrison
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4 stars
Hopefully this book will go some way to redress Chandler Morrison's reputation as the 'baby-eating' guy and as an author of extreme horror. It's certainly horrific in its way, but mainly because it depicts one long act of self-annihilation, as fashion model Louanne decides that she has to be the prettiest girl in any room and that 'pretty' means 'thin'.
Abandoning her earlier desire to be a film-maker and renaming herself Helen Troy, we follow her descent into mental illness, hallucination, and self-alienation. It gets that bad that the Devil figure from other CM books - a recurring figure - is himself horrified.
This is very far from the Matt Shaw-type extreme horror; indeed with its portrayal of surface-obsessed and shallow characters, drugs - lots of drugs, so much drugs that you no longer notice - and insincerity it is far closer to the work of Brett Easton Ellis. Not …
Hopefully this book will go some way to redress Chandler Morrison's reputation as the 'baby-eating' guy and as an author of extreme horror. It's certainly horrific in its way, but mainly because it depicts one long act of self-annihilation, as fashion model Louanne decides that she has to be the prettiest girl in any room and that 'pretty' means 'thin'.
Abandoning her earlier desire to be a film-maker and renaming herself Helen Troy, we follow her descent into mental illness, hallucination, and self-alienation. It gets that bad that the Devil figure from other CM books - a recurring figure - is himself horrified.
This is very far from the Matt Shaw-type extreme horror; indeed with its portrayal of surface-obsessed and shallow characters, drugs - lots of drugs, so much drugs that you no longer notice - and insincerity it is far closer to the work of Brett Easton Ellis. Not that I'm a fan of BEE, but that's the comparison which comes to mind.