The book itself was an easy read. Pages 95-96, we're a bit rough to read but midway through the book, the ending gets very predictable. The main character is too into his necrophiliac self saying "I only fuck dead girls" so hard but is literally just too scared too talk to girls. He is so scared to talk to women, he claims necrophilia as his thing.
The pacing was good, the overall theme was decent. It was an easy read.
This is actually a very funny book, or at least I thought it was. Yes, it involves cannibalism and necrophilia, but it's also a tale of personal growth, stalking and brain-fucking . Having long attempted to become completely invisible and leave no mark whatsoever on the world, as well as execrating the conventional family which is nothing but a slow form of self-removal, I sympathise. It's also very referential in the modern style and I do wonder if it isn't an Alternate-Universe version of "American Psycho," as in, Bateman wouldn't have made it as a businessman, he's more likely to have become a morgue attendant. There's really nothing here we haven't seen in "Cows" or the works of Edward Lee (despite his avowed hatred of child abuse, dead baby abuse is not unknown in his works - and somehow Lee never gets called the 'dead baby guy' the way Morrison …
This is actually a very funny book, or at least I thought it was. Yes, it involves cannibalism and necrophilia, but it's also a tale of personal growth, stalking and brain-fucking . Having long attempted to become completely invisible and leave no mark whatsoever on the world, as well as execrating the conventional family which is nothing but a slow form of self-removal, I sympathise. It's also very referential in the modern style and I do wonder if it isn't an Alternate-Universe version of "American Psycho," as in, Bateman wouldn't have made it as a businessman, he's more likely to have become a morgue attendant. There's really nothing here we haven't seen in "Cows" or the works of Edward Lee (despite his avowed hatred of child abuse, dead baby abuse is not unknown in his works - and somehow Lee never gets called the 'dead baby guy' the way Morrison does because of one character. In one b00k). This is far from Morrison's best work and may well be his weakest novel. Making fun of 'edgy' literature by basically writing just that, risks running into the Tar-Baby Principle: You will become attached to what you attack. In CM's case, see above. The Dead Baby Guy. I hope he can write his way out of that because he's a good writer, a bit like Brett Easton Ellis but less up himself.
So a necrophiliac and a cannibal walk into a bar...well actually it was a restaurant but whatever.
I bought this book because just about everyone was talking about it last year. Now that I've read it I'm not sure what to do with it. It's not a book that I will display proudly on my shelves. It's not a book I would feel comfortable donating, it's not even a book that I would want anyone to find in my belongings after I'm gone. I'm barely willing to admit that I've read it. The writing is mediocre and the plot if you could call it that is gross just for the sake of shock value. I like my horror to be scary, and this is not it. I guess I would recommend it to readers who like gross out horror. I would not recommend it for anyone who expects it to …
So a necrophiliac and a cannibal walk into a bar...well actually it was a restaurant but whatever.
I bought this book because just about everyone was talking about it last year. Now that I've read it I'm not sure what to do with it. It's not a book that I will display proudly on my shelves. It's not a book I would feel comfortable donating, it's not even a book that I would want anyone to find in my belongings after I'm gone. I'm barely willing to admit that I've read it. The writing is mediocre and the plot if you could call it that is gross just for the sake of shock value. I like my horror to be scary, and this is not it. I guess I would recommend it to readers who like gross out horror. I would not recommend it for anyone who expects it to be as claimed in the synopsis "disturbingly erotic" or a "dark exploration of the nature of death"
I figured I could handle it since I've read a lot of Edward Lee, the author who holds the distinction of writing the only book that ever literally made me gag, I was right, I made it to the end without throwing up, but I prefer to get more out of a book than just not vomiting.
