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I recently finished The Least of My Scars by Stephen Graham Jones. Very good book. If you liked Fight Club then you'll like this one; not in the tone or topic but in the style it's written. Like not a diary but the way you sometimes narrate or think things in your own head; very intimate with the narrator but also he's a very cooky and casual speaking guy.
I tried to read Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille because it was supposed to be this really smutty book but like it's lauded as this "pronographic artistry or smut as an art form or something like that. But it's fucking bullshit. This girl in it drops a bunch of eggs in the toilet and has a really intense orgasm from it. And people keep pissing every fucking where. Alternative title should have been "Where Are Your Diapers, You Incontinent Fools?" Maybe I just can't connect with the finer things in life? Or maybe the book was written too long ago. Some sap in the 1920's sneaking away with this book and reading it, he slaps the page and says to himself, "Goddamn! Eggs are really hot when they're dropped in the toilet! By jove!"
I tried to read Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille because it was supposed to be this really smutty book but like it's lauded as this "pronographic artistry or smut as an art form or something like that. But it's fucking bullshit. This girl in it drops a bunch of eggs in the toilet and has a really intense orgasm from it. And people keep pissing every fucking where. Alternative title should have been "Where Are Your Diapers, You Incontinent Fools?" Maybe I just can't connect with the finer things in life? Or maybe the book was written too long ago. Some sap in the 1920's sneaking away with this book and reading it, he slaps the page and says to himself, "Goddamn! Eggs are really hot when they're dropped in the toilet! By jove!"