rhetoricpig

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You know The Painted Bird. If not,

... And with a rapid movement such as women use to gouge out the rotten spots while peeling potatoes, he plunged the spoon into one of the boy's eyes and twisted it.

The eye sprang out of his face like a yolk from a broken egg and rolled down the miller's hand onto the floor. The plowboy howled and shrieked, but the miller's hold kept him pinned against the wall. Then the blood-covered spoon plunged into the other eye, which sprang out even faster. For a moment the eye rested on the boy's cheek as if uncertain what to do next; then it finally tumbled down his shirt onto the floor.

Eugh, that was tough to transcribe. *breathe* And it just gets worse after that, that's page 36. My book recommendation is Matthew Stokoe's High Life. It is a dark, dark, DAMN DARK, and nasty, and dirty, and filthy, and almost evil, but quite intelligent, read. I don't have my copy but here's a quote from his only other book; the much more fantasmagorical Cows.

... The Guernsey's head was soaked with blood, part of it's snout buried in the burst abdomen of a young woman held sideways and aloft by the snouts of other cows. Steven looked closely at her and saw her eyelids flutter. Wall impact was seconds away and there was nothing, absolutely nothing on earth she could do to escape dying under an avalanche of beef.

Involvement on a more personal level was imperative. He reached forward, gripping tthe Guernsey with his knees, and took hold of her head, thumbs gently closing her eyes and resting there. He locked his arms straight and drew his fingers back until they were curled behind the woman's ears.

Her head was the first thing to hit and the impact drove Steven's thumbs through her eyes and into her skull. Viscuous milky sludge squirted from her sockets and wet his forearms, then her head burst in his grasp and fountained blood and brain against the tiles in an enormous ink-blot pattern.

And yes, I quoted with the aim of somewhat shocking you. I wouldn't recommend either book unless there was a lot there other than just blood, guts, abuse, and nasty sex. If you just want that read Edward Lee and Wrath James White's The Teratologist. But don't think either, that I got the most nasty bits out of the way. No way.

I'd really, really like to hear from anybody that's read any Stokoe. Buy High Life, it's 11.53$.