Mark Mirabello

If I were to choose a word to describe this book, it would be naive. The author seems to want to inspire horror and revulsion, but has no idea how to go about it. Having read somewhere that rape, incest, and cannibalism generally cause these reactions, the author mentions them constantly, but never describes them in any meaningful way. It's like a punk band yelling "RAPE! RAPE! RAPE!" on stage: the problem is not that the audience "doesn't get it" or "can't handle it", it's that you are boring and unoriginal.

The writing is like that all the way through. The author asserts that things are a certain way ("ugly", "violent", "perverse", "degraded", etc), but never demonstrates that they are.

The back of the book compares this to the writings of Lovecraft, de Sade, Mirbeau, and it is clear that this blurb was written by the author. In fact, he references all three in the course of the book, as if desperate to convince you that he has read all of them -- while demonstrating, if by nothing else than his lack of any understanding of how writing works, that he most certainly has not.

So: huge waste of time and, ultimately, a testament to astounding mediocrity. I can't imagine anyone being offended by this book, let alone entertained.… (más)