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Finished Edward Lee's Slither today. Again, another fascinatingly venal and inventively gross book which seems to have been essentially written in order for Lee to type the word "worm" (and/or "worms") as many times in a row as humanly possible. It's not that I deny people like his characters exist, necessarily, but I do wonder whether they'd all necessarily cluster in groups, the way he usually has them doing. Also, does meth addiction really lead to multiple orgasms? Question, questions.
Best single line: "Come on, Lieutenant--while those two nerds dissect that worm, let's find a place to fuck!"
Otherwise: I guess everybody's heard about Amazon's "glitch" already--whatever search-function screw-up caused them to remove the rankings from a whole bunch of books whose content was labeled "adult", including many, many LGBT books that aren't actually explicit in any way, shape or form. Because books about "preventing" homosexuality from a Charismatic parent's POV are allowable, but Radclyffe Hall's The Well of Loneliness (perhaps the least sexy lesbian book ever) is. Funnily enough, my own books haven't been affected, even though both certainly have gay content (occasionally fairly explicit); I put this down to nothing more or less than nobody knowing any damn thing about them/me, aka the luck of the draw. Still, I'm happy to say that Book of Tongues will eventually be emminently ban-worthy, especially if it keeps going in the directions it's already going in (which it will).;)
Still got the pizza-hand, unfortunately. It looks worse now that parts of the upper layer of skin have fallen off. This is why Polysporin is our friend.
P.S.: My Cool & Dark column about Todd Grimson's Stainless is up at FearZone, here (http://www.fearzone.com/blog/stainless-grimson). Enjoy.
Best single line: "Come on, Lieutenant--while those two nerds dissect that worm, let's find a place to fuck!"
Otherwise: I guess everybody's heard about Amazon's "glitch" already--whatever search-function screw-up caused them to remove the rankings from a whole bunch of books whose content was labeled "adult", including many, many LGBT books that aren't actually explicit in any way, shape or form. Because books about "preventing" homosexuality from a Charismatic parent's POV are allowable, but Radclyffe Hall's The Well of Loneliness (perhaps the least sexy lesbian book ever) is. Funnily enough, my own books haven't been affected, even though both certainly have gay content (occasionally fairly explicit); I put this down to nothing more or less than nobody knowing any damn thing about them/me, aka the luck of the draw. Still, I'm happy to say that Book of Tongues will eventually be emminently ban-worthy, especially if it keeps going in the directions it's already going in (which it will).;)
Still got the pizza-hand, unfortunately. It looks worse now that parts of the upper layer of skin have fallen off. This is why Polysporin is our friend.
P.S.: My Cool & Dark column about Todd Grimson's Stainless is up at FearZone, here (http://www.fearzone.com/blog/stainless-grimson). Enjoy.
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Date: 2009-04-13 05:57 pm (UTC)That is a pretty awesome standalone line.
Still, I'm happy to say that Book of Tongues will eventually be emminently ban-worthy, especially if it keeps going in the directions it's already going in (which it will).
Huzzah!
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Date: 2009-04-13 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-13 06:03 pm (UTC)Uh, really? This is taken from the book? Golly. I'd rather read more Pizza Hand Gemma stories, thanks!
JSR
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Date: 2009-04-13 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-13 08:10 pm (UTC)Afraid his charm is lost on me. Oh well. He has more fans than I do!
JSR
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Date: 2009-04-13 10:05 pm (UTC)Lol. Well, it's not Melville or Hemingway but it's memorable! :P
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Date: 2009-04-13 10:21 pm (UTC)Of The Grossness of the Worm:
The worm was much like a man's member, yet far more flexible, segmented, and packed with tinier, ever-more-disgusting varieties and descending sizes of worms. It was roseate as flesh, as yellow as banana-skin, as black as night and as scarlet as Eve's sin, depending on which species of worm was encountered, and whether each species had (as yet) combined together to form yet another species, grosser, more worm-packed and more flexibly member-like still...
Or, indeed--
A man should not fuck a corpse, Slydes thought, even if that corpse was the corpse of a delightfully fuckable woman. And yet, he thought. He took a stiff shot of meth, and opened his jeans slowly. I should not, he thought once more. Then he did.